It’s Friday, and that means it’s Blog Post Day! Bet you didn’t know that, did you? Well, that’s just one of the status-type things I’m going to share on my two-days-early Summer Schedule Post. (Please–no songs from musicals; I am so not a musicals person.)

Of course, I don’t want to be too productive—I might break out in hives or something. So I’m thinking I’ll experiment with some audio this summer. I mentioned on a previous post how much I’d love to do audiobooks of the Sydney Brennan Mysteries. My sales just aren’t consistent enough yet to tempt a narrator to do a royalty split, but as soon as they are, I am all over it. I do love (seeing a pattern here?) the idea of making your daily commute or workout a little less Circle of Hell. In the meantime, I’m leaning toward recording a few things myself and posting them here, like the opening chapters of my books, maybe some Magpie Moments posts or whatever else strikes my fancy. I am open to suggestions, so feel free to put something in the comments or drop me a line through the contact form.

Finally, what’s the status of the next Sydney Brennan Mystery? It’s a novella, and the working title is No Safe Winterport, although, as I told my newsletter folks, that may change. Sydney visits Central Florida in an effort to reconcile with her estranged sister, but when they witness the murder of Mickey Mouse—just kidding! About Mickey Mouse, that is. She does visit her sister, and non-theme park complications ensue. I wrote last month about the challenges I’m having with this installment. [Slight digression: I recently learned that Michael Chabon spent five years and 1500 pages on his second novel before finally abandoning it. He then wrote The Wonder Boys in seven months, and followed it up with the Pulitzer Prize-winning The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. Bless his heart (in the sincere, not Southern ironic way), now I love him even more.] Okay—back to Syd’s novella. I have a rough draft. I’ve filled in all of the what’s that plant called? when was this hotel built? do they say snow cone or shave ice? kind of notes. But overall I’m still not happy with it, so I’m taking this opportunity to hone my editing craft.

As every elementary school child knows, summer seems to end almost before it begins, so what else lies on the horizon for Sydney? I haven’t started them yet, but the next couple of novels are banging around in my head saying Pick me! No, me first! (Especially on dog walks; I’m lucky I haven’t broken an ankle stepping in a lava tube.) Rather than introducing a bunch of new characters, I’m tentatively thinking the next book will focus on one of the people closest to Sydney. That’ll be followed by one that features someone you know in parallel with someone you don’t, while revisiting some several of my favorite characters I hated to leave behind (I’m doing a little Happy Writer Dance about that). So there you have it–both vague and unhelpful, yet so exciting in my head. With that, I’m off to walk the dog and listen to the voices. If you see a cute white dog whose leash disappears into a hole, please stop and give me a hand.
[Woman with laptop by Wilfred Iven from stocksnap.io]
