When the Australian Mystery Writers' Society invited me to their crime writing festival aboard the Ghan, the famous train between Darwin and Adelaide, I was hoping for some inspiration for my second book. Fiction, this time: I needed a break from real people killing each other. Unfortunately, that didn't pan out. The programme is a who's who of crime writing royalty: the forensic science writer, the blockbuster writer, the legal thriller writer, the literary writer, the psychological suspense writer, and the debut (me!). But when one of us is murdered, six authors quickly turn into five detectives. Together, we should know how to solve a crime. Or commit one.
When the Australian Mystery Writers' Society invited me to their crime writing festival aboard the Ghan, the famous train between Darwin and Adelaide, I was hoping for some inspiration for my second book. Fiction, this time: I needed a break from real people killing each other. Unfortunately, that didn't pan out. The programme is a who's who of crime writing royalty: the forensic science writer, the blockbuster writer, the legal thriller writer, the literary writer, the psychological suspense writer, and the debut (me!). But when one of us is murdered, six authors quickly turn into five detectives. Together, we should know how to solve a crime. Or commit one.
Another fun little romp through 4th-wall-breaking narration as we make our way through another murder mystery. Knocked this one down just a little due to Ernest having such a weirdly hard time listening to his girlfriend and muddling things up.