Research can turn to inspiration really fast when you’re working in the 60s. I’m writing The Turn for the rest of the month and should hit almost the midway mark by the end of it. I’m on Chapter 13 right now, which is traditionally when everything hits the fan in my books. It’s a pacing thing. And sure enough, it has, right on schedule.
Trent’s dad is a tool, but he’s got good taste in music. I’ve got a barn at night. I’ve got cloth-covered bales of straw and a lantern. There’s an AM/FM radio, and dessert. And two people trying to seduce each other for their various schemes, succeeding admirably I might say. Yep. If Trent’s dad is bad, Trent’s mom . . . she not worse, but she’s . . . mmmm. Guess you’ll have to wait and see. It’s always the genetic engineers in high heels and glasses that surprise you.