Turkeys and writers

Happy Christmas, everyone.
And as you’re sitting at your table tomorrow, bloated and dyspeptic and stunned by the tryptophan in your roasted meleagris, you may find yourself wondering, How did Laurie King come to be a writer? Well, if you are able to stagger as far as your computer screen, you can have your answer, a step by step account of the building of The Beekeeper’s Apprentice.
Or, you could just go take a nap.
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See you Sunday, when exciting things launch chez Laurie.

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  1. I checked in from time to time, noticing things were pretty quiet around here and that some links didn’t work. The tide of Christmas then washed over me, and I came up for air about now. I shoulda known. That much silence meant things were going on furiously backstage. Thanks, guys, for what must have been a lot of work. Happy nearly New Year//Meredith

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