I can’t remember how old I was when I decided to roller skate down our steep driveway. In retrospect, it was a bad idea and I have the facial and emotional scars to prove it. Then there was the time (a few years later) that I decided to try crossing my arms while riding my bike. “What could go wrong?” Well, everything. For some reason, my brain didn’t connect that my left hand was on my right handlebar and vice versa. I survived the bleeding, the pain, and the embarrassment and decided never to try that again. And I didn’t. Not in a physical way. But I do it all the time with my writing.
There are people who study how to do something over a period of time before they attempt it. I have never been one of those people. I decide I’m going to do something, then I jump right in and learn as I go. Sometimes, jumping in without instruction can be dangerous. But these days, writing and character relationships are about as dangerous as I get. Still, every time I work on a new project, I feel like I’m crossing my arms on the handlebars.
When I hit the “SUBMIT” button on a publication, my heart beats as if I’m in mortal danger. But I’m just skating down that steep driveway once again.
On June 15, 2021, I hit the “SUBMIT” button for Dangerous Habit, my short novel introducing the Minnie Chance Mystery Series.
Dangerous is not something Sister Minnie Chance has chosen. It seems to have chosen her. One minute she’s coaching Little League pitchers, the next she’s trying to explain to the police why she deliberately hit a man in the head with a baseball, killing him. The day after that happens, Minnie is summoned to the bedside of her ill father, where she realizes that not everything she believes about him is fact. He’s been keeping secrets and Minnie is driven to uncover the truth, so she puts on her Dangerous Habit and begins to dig.
I need to share what happens with Minnie next, so I can’t stop writing.
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