I just thought up the most incredible twist for the end of the murder mystery. I thought it up in the shower… for some reason I do a lot of good, creative thinking in the shower because there are no distractions. I can’t tell you how many times I thought of a way to get my hero from the science fiction novels out of a jam I had written him into when I was taking a shower.
So… murder mystery… yeah… this is going to blow your mind. I mean, I already know who did it… and you wont ever guess, not in a million years… but this plot twist is going to make the last 5 or 6 chapters so intense. I am so proud of my brain that I am going to give the crack squirrels that live in there some extra crack! (That is just a metaphor for… something… just so you know) So what, you may well be asking, is the bad news?
Uh, I ain’t posting the last 5 or 6 chapters here. I want you all to buy it.
Hey, I wrote a bunch of you into the story, isn’t that enough?
Oh, and the story is no longer called Honor Misplaced. It is now called ‘Double Service’… because there are two funerals coming up, and it is clever and makes sense… but that does remind me… I can’t call it that if I have the General’s brother buried at the same time… then I would have to call it Triple Service, and that sounds like the name of a porn movie… so excuse me while I go read back a few chapters and remind myself when I was going to have the brother buried… I may have to rewrite a little bit, but not to worry. Remember the guy was shot a few days before the other murders, so he would be pretty ripe by Friday. That should give me some wiggle room.
Pouring My Art Out 
I think I’m going to have to hate you because you are holding back chapters after I got interested in the book.
And I said I couldn’t do marketing… sheesh…
I do some of my best thinking in the shower, too. Must be because that’s the only place where I can’t be distracted by anything.
That is my theory. No phone calls or people asking you to do something. No pets wanting to play. Nothing interesting to look at, no TV. I should spend more time in there. Maybe I will start taking bubble baths.
And you get clean, too. It’s a win-win, except for the other people who need to use the bathroom.
No glass doors for me!
Wait….you’re suckering us in to a story that you hadn’t finished yet? That’s actually pretty ballsy. I like it.
I was writing it for that NaNoWriMo thing… it wasn’t a trick so much as a goal to finish a 50,000 word novel in a month. I fell short.
Sneaky, sneaky… tease us with your words, get us hooked, and then *wham* hit us with a bill. Well played.
I learned it from the squirrel that sells the crack to the other squirrels in my head.
Smart squirrel… and a good business creature too. It’s so rare to find those traits in common.
He doesn’t use his own product… I never said the squirrels were stupid.
No, you didn’t. Much to my shame, it may have been an assumption, since, you know…. squirrel.
They aren’t smart in a way that humans recognize… but most humans don’t live with them…
I mean, dolphins are smart, but they use most of their brain power finding fish… so…
Aren’t mice the truly smart ones?
I don’t buy that at all.
That’s exactly how they want you to feel.
Rats are way smarter.