Have I told you that the Sammy Keyes book I'm working on now is the "Heather" book?
How could I have kept that from you?
Maybe because I didn't know myself just how much of a Heather book it would be?
No, that's a cop out.
But now that I'm in the middle of it?
Wow. Is this interesting?
I don't mean to imply that the book is written in the voice of Heather. What I mean is that she's in the main plot, not just a subplot, and in this book we're getting to the bottom of why she is the way she is.
As you can imagine, this is taking a lot of digging.
But before you ever pierce your spade into the ground, there's the whole ordeal of finding "X-Marks-the-Spot."
In the case of Heather, it's been 15 books of figuring out where to start digging.
And now that I've started I'm reminded of digging a hole at the beach. Sand falls in, little crabs appear out of nowhere, you run into rocks and old bottle caps and baby shoes...then the sand gets darker and colder and slowly water starts seeping in.
I should maybe clarify that no, there's not actually something buried in this book--we've had enough of that with Dead Giveaway and Night of Skulls, right? The only thing buried in this case is what's inside Heather's head, and digging down to it has been fascinating.
And (confession time) during this week's writing (and digging), I came upon something that made me tear up.
Me? Tear up over Heather?
Slap me silly! Heather's a beast! And after everything she's put Sammy through? How could anyone (especially me!) tear up over Heather???
But it's true, I did. And although it was temporary, I do still have a long way to go before I quit digging. And if water's already seeping in?
Somebody send me a paddle!