I learned a lot about my craft and about myself writing Chest of Bone.
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“How many words did you lay down today, Vicki?” Norah says.
“None.”
“Whoa. That’s not like you. How come?”
“Research.” I grin.
“Mom, c’mon!” Blake says.
“But do you see?” I say. “I just have to go meet him!”
“Mom.” Ben sighs, looks at his brother, rolls his eyes.
Blake grins.
Why, in my first foray back into fiction writing, did I veer from my mystery-thriller genre where I was well published, had friends, knew the landscape?
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