I’m still lost and buried in the ending of Cold Case Mystery #3, tentatively titled Blockbuster Killer. My intrepid heroine has to solve cold cases spanning thirty years, plus two current ones, and deal with romance—while saving a studio and a grand old estate. The tome has grown to an unwieldy 90,000 words. I’m not even going to try to plot a cover until I find every single thread I’ve dropped over the first two books.
And what I’ll do after that is an even greater mystery. I’ve been re-reading the Crystal Magic books, looking for lost threads that I might use to lure my versatile Rio Cruze and her walking stick, but time will tell. . .