National Novel Writing Month, you have been conquered. My book is finished, and I’m four days early. Whoo-hoo! I finished at 8:42 p.m., and the final word count is 52,452.
Considering I’m easily distracted, I’m proud of my achievement, and the book is quite entertaining, if I do say so myself. I think this calls for a celebratory interview about the book. My favorite interviewer just happened to be nearby when I stuck my head out the back door and whistled down the street. He’s settled at the kitchen table with me now.
Cranky Interviewer: I thought I told you not to call me when you finished this book.
Me: There was no one else available, and I’m excited to get the news out.
C.I.: Just so we’re clear, I want cash this time. … The title is Windy City Hunter, right? Was it windy?
Me: Yes, Windy City Hunter, because the setting is Chicago, and of course it was windy. Chicago in December two weeks before Christmas? It was near-blizzard conditions at times.
C.I.: Well, let’s cover the important stuff first. How many bags of m&m’s did you go through?
Me: Two and three quarters.
C.I. You’re kidding, right? That’s nearly 400 m&m’s!
Me: They inspire me.
C.I. How many beginnings, middles, and endings are in this tripe, er, I mean this stunning masterpiece of fiction?
Me: Why do you always have to be such a wise guy? You know my writing is light, breezy, and easy to read. My books are entertaining and a good escape for a day or two. You should try one. To answer your question, there are three beginnings, three middles, and three endings.
C.I.: You’re kidding, right? You convoluted this book, too?
Me: It’s not convoluted. There’s a murder, a mystery, and a sort of mystery/puzzle thing going on. I gave that a beginning, middle, and ending, too. I didn’t want to leave any loose ends.
C.I.: I hate to ask the next question, but everyone is going to want to know. How many exclamation points?
Me: You will be happy to know there are only 83 exclamation points in this book.
C.I.: Jeez Louise, will you never learn? … What’s this I hear about zombies? How could you possibly incorporate zombies into one of your fluffy books?
Me: They were on television. Susan was greatly affected.
C.I.: Oh, for crying out loud. You’ve been hyping zombies for weeks, and now you’re telling me they were on television. You’re killing me here! … Does Susan cry very much in this book? Why does she cry so much?
Me: Of course she cries a lot in this book. She’s sensitive and emotional, but she laughs a lot, too.
C.I.: How about a quick synopsis?
Me: Sure. Susan and Darby are in Chicago to compete in a cooking competition. They stay in Darby’s Uncle’s condo, and shortly after they arrive, a tenant is murdered. One of them, Darby or Susan, I’m not telling you which, is eventually suspected of the murder and ends up in jail. So, you see, it doesn’t matter which side of the bars Susan ends up on, she’s upset and crying.
C.I.: Where’s Mick during this crisis.
Me: He’s in England. He doesn’t have much of a role in this book.
C.I.: There are rumors that your blogging has seeped into your writing. Are some of your blogging buddies going to be embarrassed by what you’ve done to them?
Me: Oh, you bet! There will be acknowledgements in the back to thank one awesome guy for allowing me to seriously abuse him, and I described the photos of another blogger as artworks in a gallery. That was very cool.
C.I.: You’re going to get sued, you know. … When are you going to publish Windy City Hunter?
Me: I’m not going to rush it. I want to be careful with the editing, and I have to give my niece time to do the cover, so I’ll probably publish in January. It would have been a neat accomplishment to publish five books in one year, but I’ll settle for having written five in one year.
C.I.: Yeah, whatever. … Last question. Will there be another Susan Hunter book after this one?
Me: Of course! I don’t have a working title yet, but I know Susan is going to be writing children’s picture books in the next book. I’ve had a few suggestions so far: Zombie Hunter, Flushing Hunter, and Rat Hunter (thanks, guys!).
C.I.: I’m outta here. Good job on that NaNoRhinoceros thing or whatever it was you just did. I’m not interested in your next book at all. I hate kids. Please don’t call me.
Me: Ok. Toodles!