Yep, that's me. So how'd I end up as a mystery writer? Well, that's a good question.
I can honestly say that there’s no way in H, E, double L hockey sticks you’d ever find me at a crime scene or near a dead body. Cozy mysteries are about all my PG writing brain can handle. Not that I’m a girl scout or anything, but murder and mayhem scare the bejeebes out of me.
I blame it on an active imagination and an older sister who subjected me to one horror movie after another throughout my childhood. Even when I was little, I’d run out of the living room and down the hallway whenever a movie got too scary.
As I’ve gotten older, I still run down the hallway, but now it’s to the computer room where I search online for the movie’s synopsis. As a matter of fact, that's what I was doing when this post popped into my head. My hubby and I were watching KNOWING and it got way too creepy. I know, terrible, isn’t it? Thank you Wikipedia for revealing the apocalyptic plot.
Which brings me to why I love writing mysteries so much. I know what's going to happen. It's not so scary when you know who the killer is. That, and I love creating literary puzzles and daring my readers to solve them.
Bet you can't guess who the killer is... hehehehe
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