Every time I come to a point in one of my books where I can’t figure out what’s going to happen next, I find the best way to come up with an
answer is by lying awake in the dark and obsessing about it. I do this
a lot. And it always seems to lead to something that works better than
anything I thought of during my normal waking or working hours. I know
full well that if I just lie there and eventually fall sleep, I’ll
forget what I thought of. So I get out of bed, be it two AM or three
AM or four AM, and trundle into my writing room where I wake up my
sleeping laptop and write out the idea in some detail. I hate it but it
Right now. I’m trying to work out the basics of the plot for my third McCabe thriller (as yet untitled). In this book, McCabe’s
daughter, Casey, has grown into a drop-dead gorgeous sixteen-year-old
boasting her mother’s good looks, her father’s stubborness and her own
brand new driver’s license.
In the book, Casey falls for a really hot nineteen-year-old who’s definitely the wrong kind of guy. And it gets her into trouble (No,
not that kind of trouble) and, for the past week or so, I’ve been
unable to figure out how to get her out of it.
At three-eighteen in the morning an idea came to me. Thankful for the gift, I got up and went to work, beating most of the local farmers, fishermen and lobstermen to the punch by a good forty minutes or so.