​It’s true. I’ve been keeping a secret.

After writing Crime Fiction for decades, I was ready to try something new. Laid up with a severely broken ankle, I had the enforced leisure to read more widely than usual. After following rabbits down the tunnels of WWI and medical history, I found myself imagining the struggles of a young woman in 1916 trying to find success in the rapidly changing world of modern psychiatry, and the heroic suffering of her lover—a soldier in the Canadian forces fighting in France. Writing the resulting novel was a thrilling adventure!

Random House Canada published the book as Into That Fire just before the pandemic hit, but the use of a pseudonym (adopted so that this literary novel might be reviewed solely on its merits and not on its author's having previously written crime) proved to be problematic.  With no live author to promote it, it vanished in a tidal wave of new releases! Nearly 8 years later, I remain excited by Into That Fire and its characters and am sharing that excitement by claiming the book as my own. At last.