Liz King

Movies. Mobsters. Monsters. Murder.

He’s a lone wolf P.I, she’s a museum curator, and together they find themselves dodging cops and mobsters through the streets of 30’s Hollywood when instead of a mummy, there’s a dead crook in a box.

The Mummy (1999) X Bringing Up Baby

#GhostPit #W #U #F #MM

White plate, salmon fillet, pile of leeks, peas and bacon cooked in a lot of butter and white wine

Different side with baked salmon tonight - leeks and peas with bacon, white wine and lots of butter.

Congratulations on your handsome new cat. 😺

Got to be koláče, surely? Probably with the kind of dark and evil espresso that leaves you blurring at the edges…

‘Shan’t’ Personified. Teenage years are a joy.

So…pretty much a standard kitten adoption, then?

Also, excellent excuse to get toast and tea brought to me.

Fluffy ginger cat asleep on a green duvet. There may be feet underneath her.

Not doing anything silly, but keeping my feet warm.

You had me at ‘crime writer’ (and Venice) 🙂👋🏻

Fluffy ginger cat asleep on a green cover

Decidedly Not on the prowl

Number 4!!! 😱🐀🐀🐀🐀

White plate with fried egg, baked beans, bacon, black pudding and toast

Some nights, it’s care and attention and new recipes. Sometimes, it’s calories and ketchup.

I can catch mice in a towel. Not attempting the big bitey buggers. Let her screaminess out again, but shut the kitchen door. Otherwise she likes to spit prey out under the bed. 😱

Fluffy ginger cat looking very hopeful that she will be let out to terrorise the local fauna.

Just evicted the third(!) rat of the day. (One dead, two…not) Cat is so very pleased with herself. Behold the face of one who wishes to be released to kill again.

I suddenly have a new item to add to my *someday writing shed* list. So much more fun than a simple kettle.

“Squueeeeee!!!!”

Beef stew, dumpling and cabbage in a white bowl

That kind of a day. Beef casserole with about half a bottle of red wine in it, horseradish dumpling, and cabbage cooked in the remaining cream-peppercorn sauce from yesterday. (Rest of the apple tart afterwards.)

*stares at news*

No. I’m going back to my happy little world of murder and monsters. I simply can’t be doing with - this. *gestures*

Golden sticky apple tart on a white board

Tarte Tatin season is upon us. (Fruit is healthy.)

This is a terrifying typo! 🫨

Elegant gentleman that he is. (Is he as soft as he looks?)

Just a little further on the slow shuffle down the road today, exhausted by it. Might be starting a cold, which could be…exciting.

This is going to be my treat when I’m allowed to get out and about again.

The smugness of a boy who knows he’s sorted for treats and snuggles now.

😁 When someone asks me to recommend a crime novel…

Sneezing after throat surgery: Do Not Recommend. Have to leave mouth open, and…well, it’s a lovely day in the village, and I am a horrible goose. *honk* Still, did not explode over the room, so yay.

writing aim today: tidy up chapter with body discovery/cops. MMC alpha protective, FMC epic side-eye

Brain is still a bit porridge, but I’m marginally less likely to scare small children in the street. (Think I’ll get myself a nice green ribbon for Halloween) Managed a bit of plotting, done some research on LA streetcars, wrote a couple of paragraphs.

Catbeast is showing love with teeth. Is honour to be nibbled.

Presumably she writes a lot of articles on motherhood and childcare.…

Cannot pick the cat up for cuddles, and she does not understand. Indignantly clawing my knees and refusing to jump up by herself.