A long time ago, in another century (no, really, it was another century), an author (me) finished a book (THE SPY WHO KISSED ME – though she called it PIG IN A PARK back then) and got an agent who wanted her to write something easier to sell to Big Publishing. She asked me to write a book that was a) more commercial and b) had the potential to be a series. Needless to say, I failed miserably. But DO WAH DIDDY DIE was about me trying. So I guess you could say I started the book for commercial gain.