Yep, I’m blogging again! I started writing this post with my morning coffee (at 12:33 in the afternoon… my version of morning) because I figured if I write a blog each day while I have my coffee I’ll be less likely to forget to do it. Brilliant, right?
(OK, ‘brilliant’ might be overreaching. A kind of alright idea? Yeah, that’s better.)
Anyway, I immediately got distracted. Now it’s nearly sunset and I still haven’t written it.
But! The distraction was for a good reason, because I figured out a bunch of stuff that will happen in my new book, Tall Drink of Slaughter.
What? You don’t know about my new series, Keely South’s Boozy Mysteries?
Never fear. I will be posting much more about it here as I write it, I promise.
Oh, by the way – do you like my new tagline? (Up the top of the page under my name. Yep, that’s it. Hot Men & Hot Messes. And yes, sometimes the hot men are the hot messes.)
For those of you who listened to yesterday’s podcast on my Patreon, you’ll remember my description of the plot of Tall Drink of Slaughter containing the phrase ‘some events ensue’.
Well, now I actually know what those events are! (Don’t worry – I won’t spoil anything for you.)
To celebrate my writing breakthrough, today I’m posting a little sneak peek from the book…
On that sweaty summer afternoon, I arrived ten minutes late for my shift at Dunkerton Murder Walking Tours: the cheapest tours of local slaying hotspots or we’ll refund the difference! (In gift vouchers – not able to be redeemed in conjunction with another offer.) I was, of course, dressed in a uniform more revealing than most swimming costumes I owned, coated all over in a thick layer of sunscreen and not looking forward to the day ahead.
Don’t get me wrong – I didn’t mind the job that much. I’d had far worse. (The summer I spent working as a children’s birthday party ogre-for-hire springs to mind. Those kids were mean.) I was actually pretty interested in true crime, probably to an unhealthy level. But you know how it is, having a job. Some days you’re just not feeling it. Some days it’s hot and you have your period and these shorts would not be forgiving of a leak AT ALL and two dogs sniffed your crotch on the way here and you’re feeling a little fragile and bloated and ill and all you want is to lie down on your own bed except you don’t have a bed, you’re staying on a friend’s couch, and you’ve needed a cocktail since eleven in the morning.
(Obviously a Bloody Mary, because if you don’t theme your beverages with your cycle then what are you even doing?)
There were storm clouds gathering on the horizon, like a dark bruise in the sky over the calm ocean. I distinctly remember hoping that wasn’t an omen.
Ha.
I hope this sneaky peek made you smile. You’re very welcome to leave a comment below if you enjoyed it.
(I understand if you’d rather read silently, though. I’m more of a creeper than a commenter online too. But I do love hearing from you!)
By the way, do you have anything you’d like to see on the blog? Questions you’d like answered, my writing process, shirtless pictures of my fiancé? Probably not going to run with the third one, but I’d definitely be intrigued if you said that.