Archive for September, 2011

50,000 words, here I come.  Hemingway said that being a writer means that every day you stare at a blank piece of paper until blood comes gushing out of your forehead.

So NaNoWriMo begins in a month.  (If you missed yesterday’s blog you can read about NaNoWriMo there.)  I’ve been thinking about it all last month when I decided to join the challenge.  That’s been just enough time to go from being super jazzed to freaking myself out at all the work it will be!  What on earth did I get myself into?  I can’t back out now, though, because I was smart enough to tell about two dozen people.  That was my insurance policy so that when I hit the freak out point I wouldn’t back out.


For as much as I’ve always loved mysteries, I never thought I’d be writing one.  How on earth do all those mystery writers come up with those ideas?  What do I know about poisons and police procedures?  I never thought I could be so clever.

Then came one of those odd synchronicities that the Universe knows how to so cleverly deliver to us when we are least expecting it.  I bought an iPad.  For a ton of reasons, including that they are just so cool.  I’m a gadget lover.  Can’t help it.  It’s in my blood.  I inherited it from my father, and my grandfather.  My youngest brother caught the sickness, too.  It’s a good thing he lives on the other side of the country or we’d both be poor trying to out gadget each other.


Kismet, karma, something has caught up with me.  A life-long dream, a secret passion, a deep yearning has broken out into the light of day.  I’m going to do it.  I’m going to write a mystery story.

Way back many moons ago when I was a young teenager, I found in the shed behind my grandfather’s house a faded, yellowed, weather-worn paperback by Agatha Christie.  It had my mother’s maiden name written on the title page.  I started reading out of curiosity, wondering what my mother was like as a teenager, and why she had this book.  It was hard to imagine her that young. (more…)