Many times I’ve written how wonderful it is to be a writer, to be in control of my imaginary world, to find out what is happening in the lives of the characters I’ve come to know and love.
However, there is another side to this whole process–one that can be agonizing. Right now I’m writing my next Deputy Tempe Crabtree mystery. It has some similarities to an Agatha Christie novel in that it is about a group of people confined to a small space. Trying to keep the momentum up, with enough action, and scary developments isn’t easy.
Another painful part of writing is when a book you’ve nurtured along and feel like it’s one of your very best, doesn’t sell as well as you hoped. Then you wonder if maybe it wasn’t as good as you thought, or maybe you fell down on the job when it came to promoting. There are times when I’ve even wondered why I keep on writing.
Okay, so if I’m not getting famous or rich from spending so much time on writing, why do I continue?
The simple answer is I am compelled to keep on writing. I’ve written my whole life–what would I do if I didn’t write? How could I ignore all those plots that keep popping into my head? The ideas that spring up just as I’m falling asleep.
How about you, fellow writers, do you ever feel the same?
This is my latest Rocky Bluff P.D. mystery, Unresolved, which I wrote as F. M. Meredith. As always, I hope readers will enjoy it.
Rocky Bluff P.D. is underpaid and understaffed and when two dead bodies turn up, the department is stretched to the limit. The mayor is the first body discovered, the second an older woman whose death is caused in a bizarre manner. Because no one liked the mayor, including his estranged wife and the members of the city council, the suspects are many, but each one has an alibi.