International Intrigue

I’ve embarked on a journey full of mystery, laced with a soupçon of danger. To Johannesburg.

Yeah—that Johannesburg, in South Africa. All the way on the other side of the world.

What the heck? you wonder. Why South Africa??

Frankly, I’m not sure why South Africa. That’s where the mystery comes into play. I’m remarkably short on the backstory of this tale. I’m not even certain I know all the characters involved.

Not having all the details makes me uncomfortable, which means I’ve had a bad attitude regarding this sudden trip from the beginning.  (Insert sigh here.) But as I’ve been sitting here on the first leg of my trip (to Atlanta, if you need to know), I’ve decided I’m going to change my outlook on this whole thing. I am Joan Wilder, gone off to help a family member. This is an adventure, where I’ll get to see a land I normally wouldn’t have and order room service from my cushy hotel room. If anything, it’s given me good fodder for a future book.

Always look the bright side, my friends.

And to those of you who have recently commented about how my life is becoming more and more like a novel: you’re right. I’ve become one of my own heroines—earnest but slightly clueless, wandering through the maze of life and men, trying to find my place in the world, ready to kick ass. Who knows—maybe I’ll meet a deliciously accented tycoon who’ll whisk me off in his private plane to an exotic destination.

Stranger things have happened, right?