For the past 20 years or so, my family has made it a tradition to host a Murder Mystery Dinner every few years or so. This time the mystery took place at Castle Von Morgue in Deadbolt, Transylvania at the engagement party for Neville Aster-Night and Lizzie Bordeaux. Just one problem–someone killed Neville . . .
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
And it’s straight from the Savannah Film Festival (which ended last night with “I Saw the Light,” the Hank Williams Biopic starring Tom Hiddleston) into NaNoWriMo.
I’ll spend all of November writing the next 50,000 words (or more) of the second novel in my Hallowed Treasures saga: In Lonely Exile. I’m already about 30,000 words in so that should get me close to finished.