Jan Burke, award-winning novelist extraordinaire and creator of the Crime
Lab Project, very kindly asked Killer Year to blog this week in her absence,
and we’ve been giving it our all. Today, it’s my turn. Please come over to CLP and
read my brief interview with Detective David Achord, Metro Nashville Homicide.
I asked him a few questions about the lack of private labs in Nashville.
Detective Achord will be here at Murderati one day in the
near future, answering your questions in the comments section. So look for an
upcoming blog warning.
I had a dream this week that I’ve been trying to interpret.
Hubby and I went to a conference (it seemed like Phoenix,
possibly a ThrillerFest, so perhaps I’ve developed precognition and this
happens in the future). When we arrived and were checking in, I realized that
I’d left a few things at home.
1. Business Cards
2. Killer Year postcards (maybe we aren’t in the future
3. My registration information
I’m panicking in a slight, “Oh damn, how stupid am I” kind
of way. Then I realize that we’ve left the cat home alone with no babysitter
arranged, I can’t figure out if it’s Wednesday and the conference starts on
Thursday or it’s Thursday morning, so I can’t estimate if she’ll survive.
And then comes the zinger. I don’t have my cell phone, which
has all the numbers for all the people who can bail me out of my mess.
Now, I manage to get in touch with the company that prints
my business cards and the KY postcards, and they agree to make new ones for me
pronto and can have them to the hotel by Friday. Unfortunately, I need to order
thousands to get the overnight shipping cost justified.
Just as I get in touch with the woman that usually takes
care of the cat when we vamoose, my alarm went off. Thank God!
This dream is utterly fascinating to me because I’m a bit
type A, with a slight case of OCD (Hubby can quit laughing now – I know he
stows the peanut butter on the wrong shelf just to freak me out.) The concept
of me arriving for a conference without my happy little packages of notes and
cards, without handling the arrangements for my beloved munchkin, is absurd.
So why did I have this dream?
I think, and I’m speculating, that my world is slightly out
of my control. I’m feeling a bit selfish because my edits came on Saturday and
I dropped everything to dive in, which means I’ve been in la-la-land and have
been a bit spacey with hubby – not cranky so much as elegantly vacant.
Things are starting to hum with the book, and I’m experiencing
a lot of stuff for the first time.
I’m going to chalk this one up to newbie jitters, and hope I
don’t have any more.
(P.S. The edits are officially submitted. What a great feeling!)
Wine of the Week — Let’s celebrate with a fine selection — Baroli Barolo. Yummmmmm……