It’s just amazing how much can happen that you don’t know about when you’re in a semi-conscious state writing a novel. I don’t know if other writers become as word-smacked as I do when I’m deep into a story, but it takes a major explosion to get my attention. I go around muttering dialogue to myself, I stop in the midst of cooking or dressing and stare into space while I imagine scenes, I sleep with part of my brain playing leapfrog with sentences I’ve written that day. Basically, I’m a mess.
When I finally finish the thing, or at least get it into a workable draft, I look around and discover wondrous things have happened during my mental absence. In the last few days, I’ve found a terrific article about me and Clea Simon on Oline Cogdill’s Sun-Sentinel blog. It was written a couple of months ago, and I never knew about it. Oline is one of the few honest-to-god great newspaper mystery critics remaining, and it’s an honor to have her say good things about my work. Then, just today, I learned that Lesa Holstine, a highly respected online mystery critic, has been running a contest on her blog in which an ARC of my third book, Even Cat Sitters Get the Blues, was a prize. I feel a little bit like I’ve been asleep while a party was being held in my honor.
Many thanks to both Oline and to Lesa.