Monday, July 2, 2018
The Mystery of Mysteries
I've been reading, and writing,
mysteries for a long time. I enjoy them,
as do lots of other people.
I sometimes wonder why,
though. In mysteries, people get hurt
and sometimes die. In reality, too,
people get hurt and sometimes die. We
all hate to see such horrible things in the news and of course it's so much
worse if they happen to people we know or care about, let alone ourselves.
So why read about such things
intentionally? Why subject ourselves to
fictionalized versions of such difficult reality?
So, for a while at least, we can
immerse ourselves in fiction, whether reading it or writing it or both, and
know that there will be a solution, if not a happily ever after.
That's the situation in my
Barkery & Biscuits Mysteries. My
protagonist Carrie Kennersly isn't a detective, but she keeps being drawn into
solving murders because she or a friend is accused of the killing. It takes her a while--the length of each
book--to solve the murder, but she does it.
Plus, there are always dogs in the stories which hopefully can help
cheer the reader up while getting into the story.
Yes, mysteries can deal with
people and their issues. So does
living. But it doesn't hurt to take time
out of one's own life to relax with a good mystery... and wait for that
satisfying ending.
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