Lake Charles, my new Appalachian thriller due out in June, took a long time to write. I dug out my old records stored on a floppy (remember using that Stone Age gizmo?). "Lake Charles" was first published as a short story for an ezine called Dead Mule in April 2001. Whoa! I thought. That can't be. A whole decade? But there it was on the spreadsheet. So, I emailed the editor at Dead Mule and told her the amazing news. I've got it hashed out if I live for another thirty years, that's three more books. Seriously though, I'd better pick up the pace a little. Or maybe Lake Charles needed the ten years to ferment, or whatever it is novels have to do. Should I rush my novels into print before they're ready? Or is waiting a better thing for me sometimes? I'm mulling over that, and more, as the publication date for Lake Charles grows nearer.