I’ve been staring at the computer screen for hours (okay, 12 minutes), trying to think of what comes next in this Christian novel I’m working on and¦I feel the sudden urge to switch back to mystery and kill somebody.
Decidedly unchristian, no?
Sigh.
I had this idea for a cozy kind of a novel, something you’d want to read in a sun-drenched, overstuffed chair, with a cup of tea and cookies by your side (and perhaps, a furry creature snoozing beside you and gently warming your toes), and I wanted to do a faith-based book because I liked the challenge of a new genre¦but as I sit here, alternately staring a the screen and trying to prevent Gus from destroying my printer, I can’t help but wonder: is this the book that will finally do me in?
