Sound familiar? No? What, you don't live like that? No sociopaths borrowing your work, turning up at dinner and pestering you for good poisons?
Not even to speak of Murder She Wrote, where cozy writer Jessica Fletcher stumbles over a dead body every day after breakfast and solves the crime before supper.
The actual life of the crime writer is very different. You start with the can't-fail idea and then you work with it for a year or so, changing things as you go along because sometimes it doesn't work. If sociopaths come to your house to pick your brains for their perfect crime, you change your telephone number and the locks on all your doors. Sometimes you move to another house. Confronted with a real murder, as, thank God, few of us ever are, you shudder and leave it to the police. The agents and editors, far from stealing your ideas, find them to be without commercial value. Not right for our list. Good luck with placing it elsewhere.
© 2014 Kate Gallison