Murder Happens

I had four days off this past weekend! Woo-hoo! I cleaned the house. Boo-hoo. I wrote a bunch. Woo-woo-hoo! 5,000 words per day! Yee-ha!

I started a new project this past weekend. Yes, I know, I'm supposed to be working on my query. I am, I am . . . and I like green eggs in ham!

Inspiration - that creative little wench with no regard to my sleeping schedule - struck last week and I've been going with the flow. The new project is a mystery. I've never written a mystery before. I've never really considered writing a mystery before. Though I love a good mystery. Still, for whatever reason - perhaps Miss Cranky-Pants (aka Inspiration) just decided, as usual, to have fun at my expense. It wouldn't be the first time, trust me on that one. Perhaps it's just the right time for me to do this project.

I don't know. I don't care. I'm having a ball writing this project.

I have a format! Woo-hoo. If, in the grand scheme of things in my little delusional world, this turns into a series, I have a format for each subsequent book in the series.

My chapters, oh, my chapters, in this book range from one sentence, to one paragraph, to one page, to two pages, to three pages, and even as many as ten pages. Yep, there's no rhyme or reason to my chapter length!

I love it!

The chapters are what the chapters are, and I write what I write, and end each chapter when it feels right to end said chapter. It is my book, after all.

There are no rules with this book. None at all. It's all about the fun, the joy of writing, and that, my friends, is the only way to write . . . at least in my delusional little world.

S