I'm also going to St. Louis for four days in the middle of the month, then to Houston for two for the Teen Book Con, then to Southern Oregon (where I grew up) for three or four days at the end of the month.
The day after I get to my old home town, new buyers will take possession of my mother's house. I want to walk through it one last time to say goodbye to all the memories. Maybe I will leave them the key my father carried on his keyring until he died and that has been on mine for the past 10 years.
My mother's death still pains me. I think of her every day, sometimes every hour. And everything was good between us and she had the best death you could ever have. I don't know how people deal with the dead if things were bad between them.
While I'm down there, I'm going to need to write, of course. I have a decent outline for this book, at least for the first two-thirds. I don't know how the sleuth will connect the dots. I don't know what the big show down will be, or how things will look lost but won't be.
I have gotten stuck like this once before, with my back against the wall and no time to write. That time I turned out one of my best books. Will I be able to do it again?
I sure hope so.