Hey there, I have some exciting news. As you may know, I ultimately write light, funny stories of life and love and usually cake. But what you might not know about me is that I love to read crime and female lead thrillers. The darker and grittier the better. If someone can write a book without me picking who did it or working out the twist I bow down to them. They are few and far between. But when I do find them I cling to them like irreplaceable treasures. Because to me, that’s exactly what a good book is (so is really expensive diamond jewellery if my husband is reading this- Hint hint).
There’s nothing like the excitement of someone getting something past me and completely blindsiding me with an amazing twist at the end (Authors I mean, not my teenage daughters. They won’t be getting anything past me). But as much as I appreciate and enjoy the talent of these writers, I have always doubted my ability to write thrillers and crime myself. It’s just such a different style to how I naturally write. It would be like going from watching Mickey Mouse to the Saw movies. Totally… completely… opposite.
However, it doesn’t stop me from dreaming about it and that’s why, when I recently saw a competition run by the Sisters in Crime, writers group, I found I had to click the link. It was for a short story (max 5,000 words) and was only $25 to enter. So I thought… why not? Why not indeed. I sat down and an idea kept niggling at me so I began to write. Despite the fact I also had two young children niggling and nagging at me. Don’t you hate it how children demand to be fed and cared for?
Luckily for me, I know how to block them out (don’t worry they survived and no one starved). Before long my story had been crafted, okay it was more slapped together between housework, cooking and a bit of Netflix watching (it was research I promise).But the point is… I finished it and I didn’t even chicken out. I went straight to the post office and sent it away.
What’s the worst that could happen right?