I did some work on Saint Charbel yesterday, and I'm realizing that this is turning into something entirely different from how it started. It's one of those very familiar situations where my book is writing itself and I'm just trying to keep up. That's when I know I'm on a roll. I am resenting the usual demands on my time right now, because Saint Charbel is swirling around in my head. The next thing is that the title will definitely NOT BE The Murder of Saint Charbel, which is too bad because I really like it. Do other murder writers feel surprise when they realize their perpetrator just gets more sinister as the book goes on? I do!