Anne Hart

New Afghanistan’s TV Anchorwoman, Maryam, promotes tourism. "Is your world shrinking?" she asked her TV talk show listeners. It takes a psychiatrist to promote the tourist industry here. Her introduction began the same way each shift: “Afghanistan needs tourists. The New Afghanistan’s burgeoning tourist industry eagerly hired me, a psychiatrist and TV anchorwoman, Maryam Khazara to develop image. Spin and buzz the mountain views instead of the land mines and bandits. I do more than read the news. I create it. In the New Afghanistan, it takes psychiatrists, scientists, and finance majors to uncover stories behind sealed doors.” Maryam completed her usual TV anchorwoman stint that day and hopped into her regular unmarked taxi. “Go ahead, stick out, flaunt your differences in public, and let them raise their brows.” The psychiatrist scowled over her thumb to the driver during the long taxi ride. “Only don’t get too cozy outdoors in your tribal language. When you take your culture out of the kitchen and rally it in public, expect scowls and a fist in your face.” "So you’re a direct descendant of Genghis Khan, Miss Maryam, are you? Funny, you don’t look like John Wayne. What I don't understand," the Pashtun taxi driver shouted, "is what goes through a powerful heroine's mind when she dials a Hazara TV psychiatrist?”

Khazaria will rise again. Today, I threw the plastic replica of my own head (with the bullet-hole between the eyes) down the incinerator, along with the meager belongings of the deceased look-a-like actor I paid to play my fiancé, Tarkhan. I found myself this evening in new millennium Baghdad, but it was not the Baghdad I had many times rode across, when the reign of Haroun-Ar Rashid ended. Baghdad is where I became a relic, and I must repair and restore righteousness to be able to use again the secrets of Weasel cave, my time-travel fortress, far away in the Caucasus. Soldiers strolled below my high-rise apartment window, after the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait. I had the Kalashnikov trained on a group of teenage women, below as they rocked their baby carriages. The last recalcitrant rays of August sunlight washed Baghdad's crowded streets. A caravan of military tanks slid over a few feet between the Mountain of the Two Horns, a yellow barren stone and stopped beside the Tigris. My fiancé Dr. Tarkhan, no longer a medieval Khazar baghatur (warrior) this year posed as an American pathologist. The new controller, the man who sat second in line to the power in Iraq, stood near his car and dabbed at the tears in his eyes. “What this country needs is a righteous and tolerant woman for president,” I whispered to Tarkhan. “It’s a long way back to my ninth-century homeland.”

This night-vision digital camcorder never let me down in a crisis. You’d be surprised at how theatrical transparent tape and paste-on freckles can transform a mature woman into a fourteen-year old for a few hours. As a prize-winning investigative reporter and videographer who also is a retired psychiatrist, with his mother’s insistence, I sneaked into my former patient’s son, Ben's secret ritual room. I carried my infra-red night goggles, video camera hidden in back pack under a raincoat, and the facial and hand disguises, like paste-on smooth fake skin to hide the blue veins in my skinny hands. Getting the camera equipment set up in the dark seemed too calculating. “No lights!” Ben’s mom gestured. If you want to be the date that unleashed hell, you make sure a television crew camps in your home. By dripping torchlight that flickered against the silence of the dark, John Creen, an angry but persuasive international hate-monger, fashioned the statue himself in the bit-mummu, the special divine craftsman's house. The TV crew padded columns with rubber, a balcony where divers could leap into the arms or through the arms of those gyrating below. Even the metal stripping along the perimeter of the dance floor was unscrewed and carted away. Creen knew where to hit the audience with an old World War Two propaganda trick. You find out how the audience makes decisions, by thinking (objective logic) or feeling (personal values first). Then you hit the crowd with your pitch in their inferior function—either thinking or feeling. And you stress out and arouse them to action.

Tools for Mystery Writers emphasizes the rules that work well to create best-selling fiction. Also included is how to write from personality preference research and how to write from the upward gush of your character's infancy. A book of handy rules and research for all fiction writers of mystery, suspense, historical novels, stories, and scripts or plays. Also included is how to write about relationship issues in mystery and suspense fiction. How do mystery writers use personality research to develop and drive their characters and plots in novels and stories?

27 Ways to Use Creative Writing and/or Public Relations Skills in Entertainment, Education, Genealogy, Video Production, Gift Books, Reunions, Nutrition/Alternative Health, Social History, Anthropology, Publishing, Matchmaking, and Business. Cheers to Simplicity, Clarity, and Accuracy in Creative Writing. What's needed in fiction as well as with instructional writing of books, scripts, or articles? Foresight, Insight, and Hindsight. Do you want to use your creative writing skills to solve problems in business, education, or entertainment? Or perhaps you want to use the creative writing skills of a novelist to solve problems, show measurable results, design guidelines that readers/viewers can easily follow, or raise funds? The first pointer to understand in applied creative writing is that simplicity sells. Ask any creative director. If it's clear and accurate and anyone can understand how you're being creative and why, the outcome is measurable results and a step-by-step guide that's easier to follow for the intended audience or reader.

Two athletic honeymooners vacationing in the woods near Big Sur, on the California coast, just want to take a breather from each other's firefighting, smoke-jumping, rappelling out of helicopters, and forensic DNA analysis career duties. They find themselves accidentally hiking into a rural nudist camp only to be surprised that they actually were set up to arrive there by the groom's employer, requiring another globetrotting job offer of the couple that they can't refuse -- from government agents, even when they work in different occupations. This contemporary romance novel with a touch of intrigue and suspense is a work of fiction. Curiosity skilled the cat, and action coaxed it back. Resilience filled the cat, when self-confidence sniffed a rat. While Doros - Δωρός Argos mugged a twisted smile, he day-dreamed of the fierce maroon eyes of his old Greek islands flame, known as "The Cat," a strong-willed mountain biker from Chios with a feline-like expression. Aphi, short for Aphroditi - Αφροδίτη Adis, appeared to Doros. He knew her as 'the Cat'. And she knew Doros as 'the Dog.' The 'Cat' appeared to Doros in a dream, bikinied, in a haystack with a wisp of broom straw dangling from her blood-red lips. In reality, no one heard Aphi Adis scream. At three in a dog-day, August morning, the 'Cat' (Aphi) clawed the dry earth in California, where the FBI's most-wanted file number sixteen had buried her in the six by seven foot grave, not in her native Chios, but in a rural part of California, near Big Sur, where she was supposed to have a slightly belated honeymoon with her new husband, Doron. She couldn't have been closer to home in the most isolated wooded area near California's Sykes clothing- optional campgrounds, but he wished they were honeymooning back in Chios, the Greek island, as they had planned a week after their recent wedding. Work details kept both of them in California.The last thing Aphi remembered was a large, gloved hand over her mouth and scratchy thorns. Then she awoke, and pounced on her own throbbing headache in pitch blackness, and within seconds began to claw, to kick, to bite at the ceiling of her brittle, ceramic coffin.Wolf E. Schitte, a cartoonist turned arsonist, had stripped the FBI's wired microphone, recorder, and honing device from her waist, burned her tee shirt and jeans, and tossed her kicking into the yawning construction ravine wearing nothing but a string and a whistle.

The definitive companion to the MISS MARPLE novels, short stories, films and TV appearances, now revised and updated. ‘I have had a lot of experience in solving different little problems that have arisen.’ Most of the ‘little problems’ tackled by Miss Marple occurred in the pretty rural village of St Mary Mead and came in the shape of murder, robbery and blackmail. In the 40 years of her career, she even solved cases as far afield as London and the Caribbean. But though she usually masqueraded as ‘everybody’s favourite great aunt’, what was she really like? In this authorised biography of the world’s most famous female sleuth, Anne Hart combs through the 12 novels and 20 short stories in which Miss Marple appeared, uncovering clue and amassing all the evidence to solve the most difficult case of them all – the mystery of Miss Marple. This new edition has been updated to include new information about original publication dates, newspaper and magazine serials, and up-to-date lists of TV, radio and stage adaptations (including Geraldine McEwan, Julia McKenzie, June Whitfield and Susie Blake).

The definitive companion to the POIROT novels, short stories, films and TV appearances, now revised and updated. ‘My name is Hercule Poirot and I am probably the greatest detective in the world.' The dapper, moustache-twirling little Belgian with the egg-shaped head, curious mannerisms and inordinate respect for his own 'little grey cells' has solved some of the most puzzling crimes of the century. Yet despite being familiar to millions, Poirot himself has remained an enigma – until now. From his first appearance in 1920 to his last in 1975, from country house drawing rooms to opium dens in Limehouse, from Mayfair to the Mediterranean, Anne Hart stalks the legendary sleuth, unveiling the mysteries that surround him. Sifting through 33 novels and 56 short stories, she examines his origins, tastes, relationships and peculiarities, revealing a character as fascinating as the books themselves. This new edition has been updated to include new information about original publication dates, newspaper and magazine serials, and up-to-date lists of film, TV, radio and stage adaptations (including David Suchet, Kenneth Branagh, John Malkovich, Tom Conti and Robert Powell).

An inter-generational, and intimate glimpse of three generations of battered wives and the youngest generation who grew up overseas, did not see domestic abuse in the family, and experienced a different cultural approach to family relationships. A psychology of marriage through contemporary women's fiction: A novel and a play under one book cover.

An inter-generational, and intimate glimpse of three generations of battered wives and the youngest generation who grew up overseas, did not see domestic abuse in the family, and experienced a different cultural approach to family relationships.

International hostage rescue commando and video-therapist, Mama Africa is a lady of adventure wearing Fulani braids since her elementary school days, and she's out to make the world a calmer, gentler, and better place. To calm, share, and repair the world, Mama Africa uses a thousand disguises to accomplish her goal. And to calm the world, she cares. Teaching hate to kids is a billion dollar business. That's what pays some court-appointed salaries to teach love, says Mama Africa, always prepared to fix the world on one adventure after another. Her motto is to care, share, and repair through foresight, insight, and hindsight.