Here We Are, Eight Days Into August

What I'm doing now is working on what I believe will really be my last Tempe Crabtree mystery. I've only begun Chapter 2, but have a pretty good idea where I'm going.

I'm also thinking about writing a kid's mystery set during WWII. I was a kid during that time period, but I'm having to do some research as some things didn't go on as long as I thought they did--like blackouts. I'd like this tale to begin at the age I was soon after the war began. That way I can write more than one book about it. We'll see.

I do have some great memories of that time period though. One of my problems is that I was a story-teller back then too, and sometimes convinced myself that some whopper I told was really the truth. I was also a terrible eavesdropper on my mother and her friends. How much of what they said I got right, I'll never know for sure since she nor any of her friends are still around to ask.

We'll have to see how this all pans out.

But first, I've go to work on theTempe mystery. Have to do some research about that one too, mainly about ponds.

Marilyn, who should be working on the book instead of my blog.