The director’s cut of my novel,  False Alarm, is out.  So the publisher of the first edition closed its doors and I got the rights back and bought my books—long story. Then my crazy husband got a call from an unwitting guy wanting to sell me my books, and he told the guy I actually owned them, and the guy very kindly ended up bringing a mountain of them to our house for a small fee (and causing some terse marital discourse about storage—our place is cottagey).

Since I had the rights to the books, I looked again at the original draft, and wanted to add more about Superjock Smoothie Pedro (that nickname from the Seattle Times), whom my crazy husband still asks about. Who is Pedro???? So now we have the director’s cut, and the crazy husband has more to chew on. Stephen King did it with The Stand, which is 1,152 pages. No worries, False Alarm is still only 223 pages (Mr. King can get away with as many as he wants).