Erik Davis | On 08, Nov 2016
One day I went on an interview for a dog food commercial. I entered a room filled with middle-aged blondes. We sized one another up as we studied our dog food script. It was then I wondered what I was doing with my creative life. I put the script down and walked out of the room to the surprised looks of the other blondes, and never returned to acting. A few years later I wrote my first mystery novel, The Mother Shadow featuring Claire Conrad and Maggie Hill—the female answer to Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin. It was rejected by seven publishers and then accepted by Viking. The Mother Shadow was nominated for an Edgar, Anthony, and Agatha. Shortly after the publication of my second Claire Conrad / Maggie Hill novel, Beauty Dies, I ran into one of my ex-Hollywood agents who asked me what I was doing. I told him I was a published author. And he said, “Why do women facing menopause always write books?” Hooray for Hollywood. I’m still married to Bones Howe—and they said it wouldn’t last. The three children who are now adults still call me mom. And their children call me grandmama. And I’m an author. Hooray for Hollywood.