Hi everyone.

Three or four years ago I, along with my husband, our general contractor, his subcontractors, and my dogs, almost went nuts adding on to the house. The reason? The local building department inspectors always found something to red flag, thereby creating innumeralbe delays not to mention acid reflux.

To vent I wrote not a romance, but an straight out suspense all about corrupt inspectors, developers (nobody likes them), and politicians on the take. Imagine my surprise when a couple of weeks ago, several local politicians were arrested in an FBI sting regarding--gasp!--taking kickbacks from builders, money laundering, and being just plain stupid about doing it.

(Come on guys, couldn't you have taken a page from the Chicago Handbook of Corrupt Activities? Now, there is a city that has given bribery a whole new meaning. Our current President came out of Chi, which is one reason why I don't trust him. But that's a whole different blog at another time.)

I'd almost forgotten about that novel. So, I dug it out from under the bed and gave it to my husband to vet the business portions. As soon as he's finished, I'm submitting. The story involves several murders and enough corruption to satisfy even the most jaded of readers. The protagonists are an investigative reporter with the local newspaper and the step-brother of one of the murder victims.

When I was a kid, a TV show called Stranger Than Fiction was popular. I had no idea how close it was to the truth. At least the subject matter is timely. If it sells, I'll let you know.

Until later,

Suzanne