Some of you have seen this book’s cover up close.
It’s the first Emma Nelson mystery I wrote. I think it came out pretty well, despite the fact that I suck at mysteries. You may not agree (and I don’t feel bad if you do agree) but I never feel ‘safe’ when writing mystery stories.
The Naked Truth was the same thing; it scared me because it’s so difficult. Everything has to fit, has to make sense, and it all has to connect so no end is loose and no stone remains unturned.
When I started the second Emma Nelson mystery, the feeling wasn’t much different. If anything, it was worse, because with the first one done, I had to try and make this one just as good, if not better.
And, you perhaps guessed it, with the third book the world is looming over me, wondering if I can pull off another one. Yes, I started working on the third Emma Nelson mystery. I have several plots and nasty bits in place, and plans for visits to naturist ‘venues’ (enter fog and unclear parts) for Emma and Jeff, and perhaps other, still unknown guests.
I’m seriously worried about this book. And why is that? It’s because I have no idea if the first two are actually any good. Let me clarify this a bit. I know I made them as good as i can, and I put them out there. But do you, readers, think the books are worth their salt (or dollars, euros, Yen or rupees)? Because you are the ones that have to put up with this stuff that comes from my fingers. (And why doesn’t English have a proper plural for ‘you’, like ‘yous’?)
For now I will see that I get some words into the new story. I take it as a good thing that no one sent me mails that this set of two is crap, so thank you. (Either that, or something in the mail delivery goes wrong, which is always an option. 😉 )
In the meantime, get some of Will’s and Robert’s books. I know they’re good. I’ve read them.