Tim,
When I first stumbled upon you on Twitter I did the usual, checked out the blog and your featured titles.
Recently, life has been hectic and busy so I didn't have much of a chance to sit down and read, but the other day I finally managed it.
I started with Bones in the Tree and I understood exactly where your main character was coming from. Having gone through a divorce myself I remember the difficulties I had with phone calls from the ex. What I wouldn't have done for a place without cell service--and a friend like Bones to share the silence with.
Now, I remember reading about how your work is considered "dark" fiction, and I can both see and understand that--but I don't get that from reading either Bones or the Santa Shop.
There might have been dark moments, but there was always a light at the end of the tunnel.
Maybe that is because my childhood wasn't full of happiness and joy, but I'd like to believe it's because your writing shows that even in darkness there can be light.
The Santa Shop touched on my emotions in a way I'm not often comfortable admitting. There were a number of times where I contemplated reaching for a tissue. Not because I was worried about what Skip would decided to do, but because I felt his pain.
Standing on that dark bridge on Christmas Eve, with the frigid air blowing around him, and his whole world torn apart--I felt.
I was right there listening and watching...waiting for him to reclaim his life.
That's good writing.
Thank you for opening your heart and your imagination to us.
R.S.
Check out Tim on his blog or on twitter: @timgreaton