Everyone on this Train is a Suspect
Australian. I guess? Like, European, but not?
It’s train ride, a locked room puzzle. With the cream of the Australian Mystery Writers in tow?
“If you’re wondering, writers fall into two categories: plotters, who outline their work before writing it; and pantsers, who sit down at their desk each day with no idea where the work will take them, thus flying by the seat of their pants.” Page 71.
Me? I’m definitely a “pantser,” have been for more than 30 years. Should be obvious. I’m as surprised as the next person. Should be obvious.
Tightly plotted and carefully laid out, painstakingly so? Yet to suggest it was all, “off the cuff” in a breezy narrative form?
Wait, more than halfway through? What title was that, a classic in its own right? Murder on the Orient Express?
Yeah, but let me finish the novel, first.
Oh that was good. Always have to have a twist at the end.
Everyone on this Train is a Suspect
Bit backwards, but now?
