The Moment I Realized I Might Be Odd: Since the contract for The Thin Pink Line involved a two-book deal, we needed to come up with a second book. So I sent my editor three finished books to consider: Falling for Prince Charles, the romantic comedy about a Jewish cleaning lady from Danbury who wins Lotto and falls in love with the heir to the British throne; Plain Sight, the contemporary version of a classic Agatha Christie story in which ten people die spectacularly one at a time, only in my version rather than being on an island together, you never see any two characters in the same place until the very last scene; and Vertigo, the dark suspense novel set in Victorian England about a woman, determined to be a good wife, who takes a turn for the worse. After reading them my editor called to express how bizarre she’d found the experience. “I’m looking at them all on my desk,” she said, “and I swear, if I didn’t see the same name on the front of each manuscript – yours – I’d never believe they were all written by the same writer.” I think this was an early signal that I was never going to be brandable. Still, she decided to go with Falling for Prince Charles, since, being a comedy, of the three it most closely resembled the book they were publishing first.