Here I am, a writer of humorous commercial fiction and early member of a community of crime fiction writers. Now what?
Okay, okay, so my protag killed off the bad shakedown dude with a statue of the Blessed Mother. Doesn't mean I write crime fiction. It means I write...humorous commercial fiction where people sometimes get killed.
Should this be my writing blog? Y'all don't do enough whining and moaning and groaning and bellyaching over your own word processors, you gotta listen to me do it, too?