Friday, August 5
So my creator, Casey Daniels, is gone for the weekend, and guess what? I’m left here holding the bag! Typical. Authors create us, they plop us into books. Then they leave us to do all the heavy lifting.
Case in point...Casey thinks of the crimes and leaves me to do all the dirty work. Like in "A Hard Day’s Fright," my newest adventure. Sure, it was easy for her to sit there at her desk and say, "I’d like to write a book about what happens to a group of friends when one of them goes missing." But it’s another thing to figure out the darned mystery! And to take all the heat, I mean what with murderers coming after me to keep me quiet and all.
Bad enough she gets away with it in fiction. Now she’s doing it in real life! Casey is spending the weekend at the country’s largest outdoor dog show, and she doesn’t even show Ernie, her dog. In fact, rumor has it that of all the members of the Airedale Terrier Club of Northern Ohio who will be in attendance, only one couple actually breeds and shows their dogs. The rest? I hear they’re there for the margaritas. That, and the disco party on Saturday night that I was definitely not invited to. No skin off my nose. Can you imagine dressing up in goofy disco clothes? Don’t tell her, but I’ve seen Casey’s outfit. Lame! I mean purple leopard print? Please!
But I digress . . . she’s off at this dog show and here I am writing this blog for her. And I’m supposed to know what to write about? Come on, people, I’ve got better things to do, what with being the world’s only private investigator for the dead and all. The ghosts are lining up to ask for my help, and I can’t spend all day at the computer.
I guess if nothing else, I can give you a first quick peek at the cover of my next adventure, "Wild, Wild Death." The book won’t be out until January and truth be told, Casey had a heck of a time figuring out how to post the pdf of the cover that her publisher sent her. Wanna know something else? She didn’t do a lick of work so far as solving the mystery in this book, either. In fact, I’m the one who had to go to New Mexico to solve the latest mystery, but not until I’d finished digging up a long-dead Native American here in Cleveland.
That, as they say, is a story for another day. Casey says she’ll post the "real" cover when it comes and guarantees that the colors are more vibrant. Whatever. Let’s face it, the only thing that really matters is how fabulous I look. Which is pretty darned fabulous. And the boots, of course. Love those boots!