When my mother first read Who is Killing Doah’s Deer? I could tell that something was troubling her. Finally, she just had to ask. “Did you intend it” she asked “to be funny?”
You see, it troubled my mom that I had written a funny mystery. Mysteries aren’t supposed to be funny, she told me.
I didn’t set out to write a “humorous mystery” in the sense of identifying “humorous mysteries” as the subgenre that I intended to inhabit. But I did set out to write a mystery that reflected my own worldview, and apparently, some of you find that worldview funny. (Of course, I’ve read your blogs and, well, to put this gently, some of you are deeply disturbed).
So now I’ve written three humorous mysteries. And people expect me to be funny when I blog.
That’s a lot to expect of me. Perhaps this new blog will lower your expectations.