Our Chihuahua has enough Pomeranian in him, he loves to snap at my Dear John’s feet–and I’ve been told that’s a Pomeranian trait. Our cat’s a stray. And the new story that I started for my webpage isn’t a purebred either. Just like our pets, it’s a mongrel.
My husband loves it that I’m a writer. Not enough to read any of the books I write, but he loves the IDEA of my being a writer. The only exception is that occasionally, he’ll read stories that I put on my webpage, and he ALWAYS read every Babet and Prosper novella I wrote. He had a thing about Babet and Prosper. So did some of my friends. Come to think of it, so did I. And I miss them once in a while.
I also missed writing mysteries when I wrote urban fantasies. I’m an Agatha Christie/puzzle solver at heart. And that’s why I decided to combine the two–supernatural and mystery. I don’t have any delusions that would sell. Writing cross-genre books isn’t for anyone who studies markets. It’s possible to find success if your stars are aligned and a light from heaven beams on your computer, but that hasn’t happened to me yet. But…that’s what my webpage is for. It’s for ME. To write whatever tickles my fancy at the moment.
So, I didn’t want to write a different mystery series right now. I did that with Chintz and Callum. And even though I had a ball writing about a caterer and a cop, I yearned to write about witches and demons with a few vampires, Fae, and shape shifters thrown in. So I decided to write Muddy River Mystery. It’s sort of a post-as-you-go moment. I don’t have many chapters written ahead. But damn, I’m having fun! And every once in a while, as much as I love meeting deadlines and developing series’ characters, I like to kick up my heels and do something different.
So, my webpage is the big blank page where I get to play. And that’s exactly what I’m doing. Enjoying myself. My wish for you: that whatever you’re working on now, I hope you enjoy it. And I hope the words flow for you in 2019.