The Months-Long Lie
Of course I've hidden behind lies before. Little white lies to spare me some embarrassment. Lies of omission to spare someone's feelings. And the one I’ve been living for months now. It was January when I came up with a basic concept for a new thriller; so basic that it had no story attached, no plot, no characters, no setting. But it sent waves of creative excitement that had me rushing to finish my current work-in-progress. I wanted to write this book!. At the end of March, with the other project out of the way, and in and around travels, school visits, and conference appearances, I got to it. Finally! By June 1, I even had a lengthy synopsis within 12 single-space pages of some really good stuff. Time to start writing! But I didn’t. Not really. I dabbled when I should have been typing my fingers off. And that Monday, I doubted whether this was the book for me to write at all. No. Wait. I'd been stuck in the quagmire before, clawed my way out, and had written some b...
