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It’s always exciting when a new book comes into the world, kind of like giving birth. There have been months of blood, sweat, and tears in the making, the final edits can be as painful as labor, and then there it is. A brand new novel.
Writing Envy was a trip down memory lane.
I met my husband in Laguna Beach, where the book takes place. I was married in front of the house described in the story, the house my characters call the fortress. I have pictures of my dad walking me down the aisle along the cliffs Rosie (my hero) views from its windows.
I’ve always wondered what that house was like on the inside. Now I know.
Well, not really. I’ve never been through the doors in any way other than my imagination, but sometimes that’s best. My guess is a horror writer troubled by murders that mimic those in his books is more riveting than the lives of the actual occupants. I’m sure they hope so!
It was fun trotting around my old stomping grounds creating art galleries, shops, and characters that don’t exist but really should. Here’s the description of the art in a gallery I call The Nightshade.
Rosie replaced her cup with a shaky hand. It clattered onto its saucer. Talking about murder and dismemberment wasn’t pleasant anywhere, but here in Peter’s gallery it was intolerable. She glanced around at the paintings closest to her.
Most were like the dahlia—nice enough at first. But the field of poppies dripped blood. The lovely dark-haired woman in the portrait had dead eyes and blue lips. And the crystal waterfall hid a demented, demonic face. Nothing in Peter’s shop was as it seemed. Including Peter.
As you can tell from the above excerpt, I’ve returned not only to the Cliff Drive of A Margin of Lust, I’ve returned to a little bit creepier storyline. Thoughtful thrillers are great, but every now and then you just want to feel the chill.