Miss Fitz doesn’t aspire to be a novelist, whereas I have been publishing novels for years. I used to freelance so much, I had no writing energy left to work on fiction. Missy still freelances–something I haven’t had to do for years. Doing that is such a joy, I can’t help but feel like I get the better end of that deal. On the other hand, I get to write about Missy and Sin and all their kids, dogs, cats, friends, ghosts, goblins, and so on. In many ways, she lives an idealized version of my own life, I can’t lie. She spends a lot more time in person with her friends than I do. She does odd jobs, whereas I do gig work sometimes, but only after writing for the day. One of the main differences between Missy and me, however, is that she doesn’t take on huge, long-term projects other than raising her kids. I have a zillion kids–she has a zillion kids. I have chronic illness–she has chronic illness. Don’t test me–it’s too hard, comparing myself to their immense productivity.Īnd that’s the thing, you know? I’m so much like Missy, the star of these books. I always have this idea that I’m going to finish a book in a month, edit it the next month, publish it the third…wash, rinse, repeat…end up with a completed trilogy done in under a year.īut you would not believe how many authors do it on a tighter schedule than that. Okay, it didn’t take an entire year, so, honestly, that’s pretty decent as far as novels go, but… Miss Fitz and the Hot Patchouli Murder
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