The danger in using people you know and love or once loved as characters in your murder mystery is that you must analyze them...how would they speak, think, act? And what if they are considered a suspect or a culprit? It's a curious thing, this writing thing. I am dreading writing a scene between two people I care about very much, but I don't think I've made my audience care about them. I could write anything I wanted. I could make the audience hate them. I could make the audience love them, and weep when I kill them off. There is so much power in words. So much power in the art of storytelling. I love it.
But back to my point. Danger. People. Murder. Mystery. And the art of avoiding being sued. Dare I publish that on this blog? Does anyone read this blog any longer? I feel isolated, and the murder in my story is a fascinating way to examine that. Don't think I'm the victim. I'm actually a part of each and every single one of these characters. That is probably the most fascinating piece...that I do empathize with each of them. Each person contains a piece of me as the author. What a trip.
The End of December. That is my plan. You can buy it then. Hey. Maybe that's a great title.
Love you, boo. Have a great day, wherever you are.
Wanted: a good set of sentences to grab you from the depths of the internet. I keep trying to catch your eye.