About This Novel In Progress

In response to Scottish BBC information on a month long writing prompt, beginning tomorrow, February 1, 2008, I have committed this blog to the thousand word a day creation of a Crime Story.  So far, I know my villain, my heroine, and two of my victims.  I know where, how, why, when, and what my villain does.  I am far less certain about my heroine.  Too quirky to make any quick comments about whereas, as we all know, villains are simply villains . . . yeah, right. 

As directed, ”encapsulation of the story in a paragraph” follows:

Women are dying but their deaths are not connected.  They are distanced by miles, by states, by sections of the nation from one another.  A woman found dead in her car in New England one October, the labels cut out of her blouse and jacket, is filed and forgotten as an isolated incident.  The following spring, an elderly shopper is found dead by the dumpsters at Wal-Mart in Des Moines, missing labels on her clothing are not indicated in police reports.  In most reported homicides of lone females – from Arizona to Montana and Texas to Florida – no missing labels are mentioned.  But when Sonnie Lindegarde becomes a roadside victim shortly before Christmas in 2007, a research student takes the time to notice those missing labels.  The student is Cher Lindegarde and her sister did not cut labels from her clothing, nor did she buy from discount houses that did.  Her sister is not the one meant to die according to Cher and the ways they had gone about life: Sonnie, always with more care and anxiety than seemed healthy to the wild abandon of Cher’s mode of life.  Cher who slept with, well, with men with a pulse and a kindness somewhere inside.