From the Booking Desk:
The blame for introducing me to Eleanor falls squarely on the shoulders of Dru Ann Love. I am sure that Dru knew that Eleanor and I would hit it off, but I am not so sure that she expected my husband and Eleanor to become a trouble-making duo. It is always lovely when we get to see Eleanor – with her being local-ish, we tend to run into each other several times a year. Eleanor’s smile lights up a room and her witty sense of humor and love of all things crime (fiction) makes chatting with her a highlight of any event. I hope that you all enjoy getting to know Eleanor Cawood Jones and that you will seek out her writings and say hi to her the next time you see her working a room. Just don’t blame me!
Name: Eleanor Cawood Jones
Location: Falls Church, VA
This person from my personal life is such an inspiration:
To my often astonishment, I have a fascinating guy in my life, who I call #1 Guy, and he thinks I can do just about anything. (Except cook. And clean. And use a screwdriver. And get up early. And—well, never mind, maybe he doesn’t.) But what I mean is, he thinks I can write anything. He’ll tell me that, tell everyone that, tell complete strangers that. He’ll even tell my bosses I’m the smartest one at work. This is by turns amazing, hilarious, and exhausting and I can draw strength from this when I forget to believe in myself. And in case he sounds too good to be true, he’s also a complete rascal.
One of the people I admire most in the crime fiction community is:
Cathy Ace is the most wonderful writer. She can write cozy, Christie-esque, serious, and delightful. I have never read a book or short story by her that I didn’t love. And on a personal level, she’s the one who’ll care for you when you have the nosebleed in the middle of a casino in Reno, make you laugh when you’re not feeling funny, and include you in her dinner plans when you’re at a conference in a foreign land where you don’t know anyone. Her smile lights up a room. It’s been an utter delight to know her. And she will be surprised to read this, which speaks volumes.
STALKER ALERT! If this fictional character were real, they would likely need to get a restraining order against me:
Mr. Darcy IS real. Do not argue with me. He also looks exactly like Colin Firth circa 1995. What a weird coincidence. #norestraintnecessary
People are always surprised that I am a fan of this individual (singer, actor, or artist):
David Bowie. Gone too soon.
My personal catch phase is (or should be):
Never again ’til next time. (Which explains why I keep going to Taco Bell.)