Seems like I ask that question a lot when I’m working. It’s interspersed with “What do they want?” and “What’s the worst case scenario?”
Currently, “What’s going on?” is front and centre. To be fair, I often don’t know how something will play out or what’s going on. My brain is just getting back to juggling story threads. This story is moving faster than I realised and grabbing at more things. (Things in this case are people.)

How can it move faster than I realised?
Quite easily really. I see a story as a collection of scenes, not as a whole. The scenes I’ve written so far are quickly leading the story down a path I didn’t expect. I’m following threads to see what happens because I am clueless. I need to follow one in particular because it’s showing me something I sort of knew but didn’t. (Welcome to my brain and the way I can talk about a story without talking about a story.)

You should be used to it by now!

There is one person who does know about a particular thread. And she thinks like I do, that it is worth following just to see what happens and that it is possible to integrate it into the main story. Ya see, the great thing about being a writer is that I can follow these things and find out what’s going on, because it’s my story. 🙂 🙂

Will I find out? No one knows. I’m getting flashes of story video now though and I suspect I am going to find out. The great thing is that this thread involves Emily so we will all find out more about her. I don’t know about you but I really want to know more about her and the crash that took her leg.
I am itching to know more about Emily. We have learnt quite a bit over the course of the Veronica Tracey Spy/PI Series but there is a lot we don’t know.
While I was writing that sentence ^ I realised why Crockett (back in [Lure the lie]) thought Emily was a little bit familiar. He had seen her before but he didn’t have the context.
It’s Upper Hutt, two degrees of separation is a thing here.
If I don’t know you or someone who knows you, are you really from Upper Hutt? 🙂
(I doubt it, I’ve only met one person that I couldn’t identify through my life or via friends. I have very strong doubts about that person’s claims to have lived here all his life.)

Anyway, that’s what’s happening here. I’m keeping busy writing because if I don’t my brain will stagnate or I’ll start thinking about how long it’s been since My Knight was home and how long it will be before he’s back again or the pain in my wrist will take over. Four good reason’s to immerse myself in Ronnie’s world.

This Saturday I’ll be in the city teaching the fourth lesson is crime writing. It’s all about research and description. You better believe I’ll be trotting out that book with the “honey haired, denim eyed” sisters. We’ll also be touching on dripping green orbs. 🙂 🙂
Somethings are a gift. I’m pretty sure the originators of both atrocities have no clue what a gift to teaching their nonsense became.