Isn’t that the way it goes?

I reached the one-fourth point on my Jazzi 8 pages. It feels good to be back with her working on houses and cooking Sunday meals while solving a murder. So, what did I think of today? A great subplot for a Karnie Cleaver mystery. Her brother, Porter, annoyed me so much in book one that I decided to mess with him a bit. Isn’t that how it usually goes? When I work on one book, the idea for another pops in my mind.

This time, the ideas came earlier than usual. Most of the time, they wait until I’m fussing because I’m in the middle of the muddle of my current book. They’re tempting then, not so enticing now while I’m still having fun writing the set-up and adding depth to suspects. I base the butcher shop Karnie works at on our local shop, though, with its loyal customers and helpful workers at the counter. So when I go to buy smoked pork chops or special cuts of meat, I think of her.

My critique partner and writer friend, M.L. Rigdon/Julia Donner, has bugged me (no, make that SUGGESTED) that I write the first chapter of a new book at the end of each book that I finish. A good idea. It gives a reader an idea of what’s coming next in the story lines. But, it’s forced me to think of the next book in the series before I finish the one I’m working on. And that’s made it so that I can load it on Scapple and start playing with ideas for it before I’m ever ready to write it. C.S. Boyack does that all the time with his storyboards:, and after reading his post about developing stories, I tried it and liked it.

Right now, I have a Scapple board for Karnie and Matt, one for Laurel and Nick from Posed in Death, one for Lux and Keon, and one for the next Jazzi. That should let my mind wander when it needs a break. And I shouldn’t run out of things to write for a long time. But for the moment, it’s back to The Body in the Buick. I like Vince, the victim, and I want his murderer brought to justice.

Writing: Too Busy This Week

Not much writing has gotten done this week.  We’ve had so much company lately, I’m just lucky I’ve kept up with everything.  Two weekends ago, my older daughter, Holly, came to stay with us for a long weekend so that she could go to a friend’s wedding.  This weekend, Holly returned from Indy, and my younger daughter, Robyn, and Robyn’s husband came from Florida so that Robyn could be the maid of honor in her friend’s wedding. We all attended it, and as luck would have it, the wedding took place in a big, old, beautiful barn with tiny white lights draped from high beams and a warm, country decor.  Unfortunately, there were sizable cracks between every weathered board that let wind blow in. The temperature dropped to 49 degrees, and the decor was the only thing that was warm. Certainly not us.

There’s been a lot of cooking and entertaining going on at our house, and it’s all been glorious, but I haven’t had any chunks of time for hitting the keys. The odd thing is, the less time I have to write, the more I think about it. I came up with a new idea for a Babet and Prosper novel and wrote the first chapter while the girls were running around looking for warm things to wear under their wedding duds. When everyone went to help decorate the barn, I wrote notes and a first chapter for the fourth Fallen Angels book I want to write. I didn’t have enough time to work on the romance that I’m 78 pages into. That requires more time and concentration, but quick ideas to jog my memory and get me started on my next books flew onto the pages. That’s the thing. The less time I have, the more I want to write. It’s like it gets bottled up inside me, and I need to let it out–even if it’s in short bursts.

I think I’m going to put the Babet and Prosper chapters on my webpage every other week or so. I’ve only written lunch-hour-reads about River City and its supernatural residents, and I’m itching to try something longer. The pages won’t be up tomorrow. They were written in too much of a hurry, but they’ll be up soon. I’m going to try to write them in between writing the romance and see how that works.

Everyone’s busy, so I’m guessing that you are, too. Regardless, happy writing! Keep hitting those keys!