They Hooked Me
Files.
Case.
Agenda.
Mystery.
Suspicion.
These are just some of the
words that have caught my attention since I turned double-digit age. Maybe
before. My parents read widely in the mystery/thriller genre. They watched
movies like The Lady Vanishes, The Thin Man, The Manchurian Candidate, French Connection,
and I’ll stop now.
So, when I was approached to write a thriller, my kneejerk reaction wasn’t what you might have expected. Quite simply, it was... “No. I can’t do that. I can’t write the books I’ve gravitated toward and have loved my whole life. They’re SO good, so well-crafted, so twisty. (Well, most of them are.) I can’t possibly have the skills to write like the authors who I cut my mystery teeth on; people like Donald J. Sobol, Carolyn Keene, Agatha Christie, Dashiell Hammett, and whatever my parents already had in the house. I can’t possibly write the tense and twisty stories terrific enough to play alongside the movies, TV shows, and books I’ve constantly relished since then.
Even though that thought of inadequacy haunted me, the thought of trying gave me such a thrill, I took the plunge.
There's nothing better than a good thriller--and nothing harder to write!
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