Monday, January 11, 2016
Cold Weather, Hot Ink
Cold dark nights are perfect for all those ideas that you've carried around all summer.
I've got a great story gem around the "found body" sort of business and of course, the body is someplace it really shouldn't be right now.
Shut in with snow tonight? Think of those grand Edwardian mansions with a footman dead on the front steps. What now? Why? What twists can we throw?
All warmed up?
Now put the body outside Uncle Ralph's summer cottage on Thanksgiving weekend.
Oh, the trouble we brew when it is murder we desire.
Dark. Deep. A little sweet.
I've got to go brew some mayhem in a pan. I'll be up for hours.
You shouldn't be sleeping either.