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Oh, what a wonderful morning

I wouldn't make a good criminal

Castle, that wonderfully funny TV series about a crime novelist, starts with this line: “There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers.” I’m not a mystery writer, but I find myself contemplating things that wouldn’t cross a normal person's mind. 

‘At Her Boss’s Command’ has a subplot about corporate crime, embezzlement to be more precise, that is vital for the story. I have no experience in crime – or academic knowledge either – so devicing the crime plot has caused me a great deal of trouble. I have made things up as I go, but I would like the crime to be as believable as possible. So far I’ve skirted the issue by making the particulars vague. It's not an ideal situation, but it allows me to write on without getting stuck with details. But I may have to become an expert on embezzlements sooner rather than later; purely from the academic point of view, of course.
Otherwise, the book is progressing fine. The past we…

Citius, Altius, Fortius

The Olympics are over and so is my weeklong solitude during which I was supposed to work hard to finish my manuscript. Needless to say, I failed. My husband returned with a bag full of dirty clothing and a body so bruised it looks like he has taken a steady beating with a cane – and you thought sailing is easy – but since the crew he sailed with had reached their objective, he was satisfied with his week. I can’t say the same about mine, although watching the Olympics did make me happy.
It was for the better though, or at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Since I made a large story overhaul in my manuscript, the slower pace has allowed me to mull over the plot changes. I have rethought quite a few things in the book and I hope they make it better once I sit by my computer to actually write them down. So while there is something to be said about being faster or reaching higher (and haven't I been quite a Latin buff in my titles this month), snail pace works better for me. In …

Navigare necesse est

I mentioned in an earlier blog entry that my husband loves to sail. He shares a small sailing boat with a friend of his, on top of which he belongs to a crew of another boat with which they compete in local amateur competitions. Sometimes those competitions take him away from home. Next week is one of those occasions. That means I have the place all to myself for over a week, during which time I can complete my manuscript in peace and quiet. I should be jumping to a chance to do as much work as possible, but I’m not.

I’m blaming the Olympics. Women’s marathon held my interest better than revising my text did and I followed the entire men’s ten thousand meters (it was an exciting race), not to mention all the sports I have never heard of before but find important to watch. Kayak slalom, anyone? In addition, there are all the domestic chores that I suddenly find terribly important to tackle immediately. And while I’m not into sailing like my husband is, the sea seems to be calling me as …