Thirty years ago, I suffered from a medical condition: hangovers. I wished that there were some kind of filter that could remove the toxins from my bloodstream. I imagined that this wonderful invention would have broader medical uses. Then I wondered, What if a criminal controlled this marvelous technology? Could he--or she--control the world? I imagined that this would make a great story. There would be a hero, a love interest, and plenty of action. A quarter-century later, my wife said, "Why aren't you a writer?" A year or so later, I'd finished the first draft of Little Deadly Things. The technology for the blood filter became nanotechnology, and the love interest and action remained, but I developed a keener interest in exploring how adults cope with the angry residue of childhood trauma. Four years and seventeen revisions later, Little Deadly Things made it into print. Now I'm working on a sequel, All Dead Generations. Be damned if I know exactly where it's going. I'll tell you when I get there. I love hearing from readers. My twitter handle is bach4me and my email is info at littledeadlythings dot com. Enjoy.