ahream
Dispatches from the City of Angels

I'm a mystery writer living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my short story, "Running Venice," in the new anthology LAndmarked for Murder. Look for it in bookstores and on Amazon.com now. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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Most Recent Twitters:
A 3-foot long alligator was found walking down the middle of the street in Venice Beach this morning. I love L.A.

In case you were wondering, it is very difficult to get a hummingbird out of your house. They are irrational and prone to hysterics.


L.A. Finds:
The Nickel Diner on Main between 5th and 6th is a made-to-look-old, throwback of a place that melds into the old downtown and is, at the same time, part of the renaissance. They serve their burgers medium, their soda in bottles and offer all they can to locals in need.


Flickr Updates:
The second Thursday of every month is the Downtown Art Walk. The galleries stay open late, the restaurants are packed, bands perform on the streets. God, I love L.A.


What I'm Reading:
Attack of the Unsinkable Rubber Ducks
by Christopher Brookmyre

What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
by Haruki Murakami


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Other author blogs:
Sue Ann Jaffarian
Eric Stone
Christa Faust
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The blurb arrives!

“A.H. Ream’s ‘Running Venice’ is highly original, entertaining, atmospheric and – forgive me – fast paced.”

Harley Jane Kozak
Author of Dating Dead Men and Dating is Murder

Let me describe for you the official Dance of Joy. (I recommend doing this with the shades drawn.) First, you have to get the hips going. Shake ‘em around, get ‘em loose. Act like you’ve just dropped a ferret down your pants. Got it? Okay, fingers up in the “number one” sign and waggle them around. This should be accompanied by several whoops and hollers.

If you have a dog, this probably won’t go over well with him. There may be growling. That’s alright. When a best-selling author blurbs his book, he can do his own little dance, and we won’t say a thing. Cats, in my experience, are generally not bothered by the Dance of Joy, although they may subsequently puke in your best shoes. But who can say really with cats if the two are related. It may just have been the shoes’ time.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some ferrets in my pants and a tingle in my toes. I just gotta dance.


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