Some people say it doesn’t make any sense for The Sunday Times to keep on a full-time low-impact private dick on staff in an industry that’s losing writers and photographers almost as fast as it’s losing readers. Some of those people is me. Are me. This was easier when I shared my office with a copy editor. As it stands, I’ve got the gin-swirled syntax that keeps me from bothering to write any more inter-office memos. (via The Mystery of J.K. Rowling’s New Book

I wrote a noir pastiche about the hypothetical in-house detective who figured out JK Rowling’s nom de plume. It got a little weird towards the end?