“Jeff found scuff marks on the windowsill.”

“Yes, from your shoes.”

“I wasn’t wearing shoes.”

“You weren’t?”

“No. I was in my stockinged feet. Cassidy, someone climbed in that window before I fell out of it.”

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Notes from a writer's weird world


Does this ever happen to other writers? I'm working on my new work-in-progress set on Chincoteague, and my heroine decided to call herself Addison Steele. So, in the spirit of the thing, I began to name everyone else after 18th-century British writers. Thus the hero is Hugh Radcliffe, others are Smollett, Swift--well you get the picture. At that point I had to come up with a name for the hero's brother. I wanted the hero to have a tattoo signifying
brotherly love, which brought me to Elton John's Daniel My Brother. Yay--perfect, until I realized what the brother's name would be....