Halloween used to be one of my favorite holidays. But for some reason I just couldn't get into it this year. Am I getting old? Or probably more accurate, I don't scare that easily anymore. Which brings me to one of the problems I'm facing.
I've been trying to get back to work on my third Fay Cunningham mystery, but continue to hit a snag. It's not that the story isn't working. It's Fay. She's a changing and I'm not sure I like where she's headed. So I'm thinking it's time to work on the new series I've been contemplating. Next problem, I can't seem to find a lead character I'm going to enjoy spending weeks, months, and hopefully years with. I've almost decided to just take this new character and make her as different as night and day to Fay. Then when I become frustrated with her, I'll return to Fay and have some fun. I guess that's the real problem here. As Fay grows as a character, I'm having trouble letting it happen. I want her to stay the same. I guess my earlier statement that I don't scare that easily anymore wasn't true because my indecision about Fay and creating a new character I want to spend countless hours with is scaring the heck out of me.
The thing is I know I'm going to have one of those moment's when it will hit me and I'll know exactly what to do. I'm not sure when this will happen. But it will. The sleepless nights will be history and my fingers will be flying across the keyboard as I spin a web of lies for readers.
Until Next Time...Debra