just murder, that’s all

Whenever people ask what I do, I like to look straight at them, smile, and reply “I murder people.” I usually¬†give them a moment to squirm before I add, “Fictionally. I write mysteries.”

I did the same kind of thing in high school. See, I went to a classical school. It was technically public, but specialized — no athletics, an emphasis on academics, cultural arts, and foreign languages. But before the school was transformed into a classical school, it was an alternative school. So whenever people asked what school I went to, I’d just offer the first part of the name and leave off the label “classical.” I could see the struggle on their faces as they attempted to reconcile the image of me with the concept of a delinquent. (more…)