I met Steven James at my first Blue Ridge Mountain Writers Conference back in 2006. By then he had written a ton of stuff and I purchased a couple of his books.

I admired him because he could tell the story of Cinderella in spoonerisms.  He made me laugh.

This year’s conference was no different.

He demonstrated how people/things steal our Joy. I laughed so hard I cried.

You would never suspect that someone that funny could be a master at serial killer novels. Nothing funny about that.

He has a lot of dead bodies in his book, The Pawn–A Patrick Bowers Thriller, and weaves a complicated plot using a brilliant FBI agent with a PhD in Environmental Criminology.

I meant to ask the author if there is such a discipline as Environmental Criminology.

I guess I’ll have to google it.(According to google, there is).