Jeff Resnick Mysteries.
I had planned to write a book for Jeff and his brother, Richard, during the first quarter of this year. But the thing is ... Jeff wasn't talking to me. He's got a lot on his plate and he just isn't ready to share that with me. It has both confused and confounded me. I know him better than anybody on the planet and I cannot figure out where he's coming from.
I 'd given myself from January until the end of May to write his latest adventure and I've barely scratched 7,000 words.
Murder Ink) just two days before that. So, I spent four days going over that copy edit and began Booktown #14 on Tuesday. Holy cow! If Jeff wasn't willing to talk to me, Tricia has been a complete blabbermouth. No sooner did I start to think about the next (and possibly last) Booktown Mystery than Tricia started dictating what I should write. The ideas seemed to flow like lava spewing from a volcano. In 48 hours, I had written more than 5,000 words an had ideas for at least 50% of the book.
So now I'm feeling lost and hurt. Jeff has been with me for a lot longer than Tricia. Why is he holding back?
In the meantime, I'll just keep plugging along and hope that Jeff gets over whatever is bugging him and wonder if it isn't MY baggage that's keeping me from writing about his.
What do you think?