I promised short introspective posts for the next four days. Today’s will be in bits and pieces.
Last night I settled in to read a half hour or so of The Fire in Fiction by agent Donald Maass before going to sleep. It’s a wonderful book. I highly recommend it. I was engrossed in a section on ordinary protagonists and secondary characters and how unexpected character traits or behavior can bring a plot alive. I thought about my characters for a moment, and BOOM!, the next half dozen scenes flashed through my mind like a movie on fast forward. I grabbed the pad and pen that resides in the drawer of my bedside paper, and I scribbled it all down. I regularly have fantastic ideas that disappear from my mind as fast as they appear. As a result, I have pads and pens all over the house and notes stacked on my desk.
Today’s writing has gone well. I’m in the zone, which is probably why the pounding of workers’ hammers on the neighbor’s roof did not drive me insane.
I took a little break when my daughter and granddaughter Skyped in. This is the greatest communication tool in the world for distantly located parents, kids, and grandparents. I’m wondering why I don’t reach out to my blogger friends this way. It would be kind of cool to see real faces and hear real voices.
First, however, I have to go on a diet and get my hair cut.
Oline Cogdill’s best mystery novels of 2009
Oline read over 200 novels in 2009 and has listed her favorites in an article from The Olympian. The Desert Hedge Murders was not on her list. However, after looking over Oline’s awesome choices, I have to admit I’m not very upset. Two of the debut authors are ones I’ve mentioned here and on Facebook and Twitter: Stuart Neville’s The Ghosts of Belfast and Sophie Littlefield’s A Bad Day for Sorry. If you want to work your way through Oline’s list, take my advice and start with these two.
The timer just went off to let me know it’s time to add the canned tomatoes to my vegetable beef barley soup that’s going to sustain us for the next three days so I don’t have to cook real meals. After that, it’s back to the book.
My bad guy just took two pain pills and fell asleep in the waiting room of a hospital trauma center. Serves him right.