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When I typed, “The End” on the last page of my YA novel, I never thought of it becoming a series. However, the first one to purchase a
copy of it and the first to finish it wants more. She is not a YA! She is over half a century old.
That proves that my novel is for the young and the young at heart. I loved writing it, editing it, and talking about it. (I see many eyes rolling back on that last one)
I followed a tweet to a blog about 20 things a story should have for a good detective story. While reading the list, I mentally checked off each item on the list.
My YA novel, Encore, didn't begin as a detective story, but it has all the qualifiers. It could be that I kept asking the questions and then searched for the answers about what was to happen next.
Now, to satisfy my biggest fan thus far, I am writing the next book in the series. I am not sure what all is going to happen in this next one, but I already feel the qualifiers for a good detective story growing in the recesses of that gray matter between my ears.
Each question I ask, each answer I find, takes you, the reader, into another mystery needing solved before the next performance in the Bel Cantos House of Fine Arts.
copy of it and the first to finish it wants more. She is not a YA! She is over half a century old.
That proves that my novel is for the young and the young at heart. I loved writing it, editing it, and talking about it. (I see many eyes rolling back on that last one)
I followed a tweet to a blog about 20 things a story should have for a good detective story. While reading the list, I mentally checked off each item on the list.
My YA novel, Encore, didn't begin as a detective story, but it has all the qualifiers. It could be that I kept asking the questions and then searched for the answers about what was to happen next.
Now, to satisfy my biggest fan thus far, I am writing the next book in the series. I am not sure what all is going to happen in this next one, but I already feel the qualifiers for a good detective story growing in the recesses of that gray matter between my ears.
Each question I ask, each answer I find, takes you, the reader, into another mystery needing solved before the next performance in the Bel Cantos House of Fine Arts.