By Liz, loving every minute of summer so far and wishing I was at the beach!
I was going through some old to-do lists on my desk the other day when I came across a note on which I’d written the following:
- Pay oil bill
- Make appt. for car service
- Pick up dry cleaning
- Write about woman pushing the dead toddler in the swing
You may recall the recent news item about the dead toddler in the swing in Maryland. I apparently heard the soundbite and experienced that “ooooh” moment where I thought Hey, that would be an incredibly creepy cool opening to a book, wrote it down and went about my business. If anyone else had come across the note, they’d surely wonder what on earth was wrong with me.
And such is the life of a crime writer. I don’t think…
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