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October 1st, 2021
Autumn began on September 22nd. The temperature in Savannah has dropped to the point where I can go for a run without buying a fancy vest to pack with ice. Our Covid numbers are falling, too. Hurricane season is almost over. The Emmys have come and gone and we’re beginning to see trailers for prestige Oscar movies.
October is here and I’m trying very hard to change my outlook!
Thanksgiving with family seems like a reasonable possibility. I’m pricing airfare for December to such exotic locales as Rancho Palos Verdes. Most importantly, I’ve started to read books again, which has been impossible since the start of the pandemic.
I’ve also decided that 2022 is going to be fun. I’ve registered for Malice Domestic in April and Bouchercon in September. I might even go crazy and attend the Baker Street Irregulars conference in July. Anything can happen when a nerd breaks bad.
Speaking of Malice Domestic, it’s scheduled for the weekend before the Edgars, which is an unusual reversal. Many mystery writers attend both and take the train from New York down to D.C. the morning after the awards. The switch means we’ll all be doing the opposite and spending more time in New York during Edgars week. I’m currently chairing the MWA PR Committee and I’m hoping to organize a few fun events to take advantage of this time.
I also hope to see Daniel Craig and Ruth Negga in Macbeth on Broadway, but given what a hot ticket that’s going to be, I will probably end up going to my favorite yarn store followed by Dim Sum in my hotel room.
Writing is still going slowly. During the pandemic it’s been like pulling myself out of quicksand just to get a chapter done, but I’m still at it. The fun news is that I’ve returned to my novel-that-I-never-finish. I’ve gotten so much good advice from really smart people about how to fix the plot, but it never seems to come out right. I finally decided that the real problem is that it’s not a mystery. We should always do what we love and I’ve spent too much of the past six years not murdering people.
So, for those of you who still email asking about Lilly Hawkins, you will get a mystery from me soon. I doubt you’ll ever see Lilly again, but I hope you’ll like Joan Sprigg and Clay Mitchell just as much. Their book is set in L.A. and takes place in two very different times; 1993, when they’re interns on a Larry-King-type show, and decades later when they’ve each failed at a few things and succeeded at others. I’m actually finding that the mystery structure is giving me better opportunities to explore their characters, which was all I really wanted to do.