So, I’m writing this new book for St. Martin’s (that’s my dad you hear in the background, keening and wailing because YES there are Mormons in this book! Good Mormons, bad Mormons, and Mormons who need to take a bath! Not really. I made that part up.). And it’s of the dark Mormon suspense tradition that I started with WIVES AND SISTERS. You know, the one that has people so pissed off at me, because I don’t portray Utah as one big happy-slappy STEPFORD village of idiots. Oh wait. That’s my interpretation.
But my Mormons are real people, and some of them are good, and some of them are pretty fucking stupid, which makes people irritable, because once you have the gospel, your brains are supposed to be enhanced, instead of boiled like soup.
But hey, I tell it like it is. Back to my story. I am writing this book, which is dark suspense, and in the midst of it comes–are you ready for this?–the copy edits of POINTE AND SHOOT, the third book in the Jenny T. Partridge Dance Mystery Series.
Well, howdy. So I have to seesaw between Natalie R. Collins, dark, angry “axe to grind” suspense author and Natalie M. Roberts, defender of dance, dance teachers, and the right to shake your booty–as long as it’s done with great technique. (The secret? Ballet, folks. Lots of ballet.)
Any minute now I’m going to start speaking with a British accent.