I knew a long time ago that I was a little different, but I kept it a secret. I had a big, heaping helping of curiosity. I wanted to know things. I wanted to dig past the surface and find out what lay underneath. Why did things happen as they did?
For a long time, I tried to keep this character trait hidden. I did a pretty good job, and probably looked and acted rather normal, but I wanted to find out more! Why did Jackie leave a good-paying job and head out to Alaska alone? What was there about so and so that made my elders stop talking about him when I came into the room? A news story reported that Mr. John Doe had been convicted of robbing a bank, of embezzling money, but why did he do that? Was it actually because he had a sick wife who needed expensive medicine, or was there more?
And, old houses! Who were the families who once lived there? Why did people let beautiful homes go to rack and ruin, weeds growing up around them?
Finally, I could keep my curiosity hidden no longer. It all came out when I started writing cozy mysteries. Ah! What a relief. I could spin yarns, fabricated from nothing but my murky and mysterious imagination. This was fun!
My friend Nancy Elkins asked me to write a guest post for her blog, Get Read Books. I chose to write, Why Writers Write. It’s a neat blog that Nancy has and I enjoyed writing the post. If you’d like to know more, please head on over to Nancy’s blog. I think you’ll like what you find there.
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