November is always National Novel Writing Month at my house. I’m usually done early, and this year was no exception. It was, however, one of the more difficult books I’ve written. I’d been challenged by Karen Vaughan to write a cozy mystery. It’s a mystery, all right, but not a cozy one. There’s nothing remotely comforting about this book, aside from a scene here and there. It started out light and fun, but turned dark on page 11, less than a paragraph into Chapter Two.
This excerpt is from Chapter One, when it’s still light and playful. Deidre Partridge, her three sons, and her husband, live in Florida. It’s late August, the start of a new school year.
“Mom! Where are my Vans?”
“Where did you leave them, Aiden?”
“If I could tell you that, I’d know. Oh, shit…. Never mind. Found ’em.”
“Honey, where are my car keys?”
View original post 696 more words