D. E. Pearson

Mystery with romance for your amusement!

     I grew up in central Minnesota in the small town of Pierz—population at the time 850. That was back when kids could run free and parents didn't worry as long as everyone was home in time for dinner. Even though we lived two blocks from Main Street, I have fond memories of visits to my grandparents’ farm. Warm summer afternoons playing hide-and-go-seek in the hay mow and my brothers getting scolded for pestering the animals. Did you know stressed chickens don't lay eggs? I remember the fun of running barefoot through mud puddles and warm cow pies.​​

     Then when I was ten, our family of six moved to Columbia Heights, a suburb of Minneapolis. I still ran free. Bicycles took us to a wider area which included down by the railroad tracks, and in the opposite direction a city park and community center. My friends and I covered miles exploring suburbia. Our “playground” expanded as did the family adding two more sisters.


     After high school I attended the University of Minnesota where I became a certified dental assistant. For fun, I took up downhill skiing because that was where the dental students were going and I read an article that said 70% of the skiing population was male. I liked those odds of meeting guys. Started working and continued skiing. For over thirty years, I volunteered as an active member the National Ski Patrol and also became a ski instructor. Of course, as you could guess, I met my husband through ski patrolling. We were in the same candidate class at Snowcrest Ski Area.


     My work that paid the bills took an eclectic path from chairside dental assisting, to sales for a billing services company with a territory covering Minnesota, Wisconsin, and the Dakotas. Then computers came along and I got hooked progressing down a technical path. I worked as a software support specialist in the medical arena for a number of years before changing careers to contract programming and applications designer.
I am very grateful that I worked in a variety of jobs for differing companies with many quirky people—not  that I would tell you what character rolls anyone playing in my stories.


     Outside of work, I played tennis, bicycled, rode my motorcycle, rollerbladed, rock climbed, and downhill skied. Now, I play pickleball to keep active.

Something about me.

I read to broaden my world. I write for fun.

Questions I've been asked:

What do you write?

     Mysteries without a lot of blood and guts, at least the body parts are not out in the open.

Where do you get your ideas?

     Ideas pop into my head when I least expect them. The story Chaos at High Altitude came to me while stopped at a red light and I reached for an Altoid mint. They looked so much like aspirin tablets and by the time I cleared the intersection I came up with the title Altoids at High Altitude—a title my publisher made me change after the novella was on the market for ten days.
     Many times an idea comes on the tail of a what-would-happen-if question. For the Bent Fork Café story, the question was: What would happen if a neighborhood café burned to the ground and who are the “players” in the story.


What do you read?

     I like to read a wide variety.
     With non-fiction it's biographies, historicals, and adventure stories. Many times the non-fiction books my husband reads are intriguing that I have to read them as well.
     In the line of fiction, I tend to read: mystery, suspense—(no gore though), cozy mystery, sometimes chick lit and erotica. I used to have three books going at once, but learned it’s too easy for me to intertwine the stories in my head, especially if they are in the same genre, so now I limit myself to one print book and one ebook at a time.

What are your favorite books?

     1. The Intuitionist by Colson Whitehead (I’ve read this book about elevator inspectors several times and each time I discovered something new. The opening line is my all time favorite: “It’s a new elevator, freshly pressed to the rails, and it’s not built to fall this fast.”)
     2. The Drifter by Nick Petrie (This author masterfully puts his leading character into increasing situations of his greatest fear. Oh my, I found myself holding my breath a few times.)
     3. The Hearse You Came In On, A Hitchcock Sewell Mystery, by Tim Cockey. (Not all sleuths have to be in law enforcement. Hitch Sewell is an undertaker and has a mystery to solve. No short age of bodies here.)
     4. Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier (A classic romantic suspense published in 1938 and still a page turner even though I know the story and have seen the movie several times.)
     5. Butterfly by Kathryn Harvey. (Another classic that I have read several times. This book is touted as every woman’s ultimate fantasy and I agree. Luxury and revenge are always nice plots.)
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What is the worst advice writing you have received?

     Write what you know. Dumb dumb dumb. If I wrote only what I knew, I would have become bored and stopped writing a long time ago. My life experiences are pretty normal, in looking back, I’m glad I survived this long.
     Even though I never worked as a detective or police officer, I enjoy reading and writing about them. And, since I’ve never robbed a bank, or did drugs doesn’t mean I’m not interested in others who might have.

What is the best advice you have for writers?

     Don’t give up. Find the joy in writing. If the adventure isn't fun, why bother?  A story is built one word, one sentence at a time. Every author must discover what works best for them.