I was happy to receive a box of advance copies of ONE FOR THE HOOKS the other day. Some advance copies only have a plain paper cover, but these have the actual cover of the book. It’s my first glimpse of the whole thing complete with cover copy.
I have an attachment to all of my books, but maybe a little more to this one. I think it’s because it was written during such an emotional time with the pandemic, my brother dying and some other big bumps in the road. It’s also because it most likely will be the last book in the series. I have spent fourteen books with the characters and it’s hard to think of letting them go.
But I have BUT KNOT FOR ME to finish writing and two more Writer for Hire books, along with an idea for another series I’m working on.
I tried writing this blog last night and my brain just stalled. I knew it was the time of day, or in this case, night. If I’d been on a roll of writing, it probably would have been okay, but starting something that late doesn’t work.
For me, morning is my most creative time. As in this morning I was drinking coffee and thinking about the next scene in BUT KNOT FOR ME and the next manuscript I’ll be working on. I came up with a plot line which I submitted to my editor. Veronica is working with a woman ghost writing her autobiography. The woman has a secret that she has hinted at, but not revealed yet other than it will cause chaos to the people around her. She dies suddenly and Veronica uses what the woman has already told her to figure out the secret and in turn who killed her. The problem was that I didn’t know what the secret was.
But there between sips of coffee and glances out the window, her secret and all the problems with it floated into my mind. I captured it all in some scribbled down notes. It was like the words tumbled out of the pen.
And now to set that aside and rush back to BUT KNOT FOR ME before the flow ebbs.