I’m in the swing of editing my first manuscript, and feel the time is right to start developing the story idea for my second book. You know what that means… research!
And now my blood is roaring like a cannon. On the way home from work in Brisbane city, AKA Brisvegas/Brisrael/Brisbados , I impulsively stopped by a construction site. I climbed four flights of rickety scaffold stairs to lob into the site office. I was wearing a skirt and open-toed sandals, and carried a shopping bag holding pumpkin, bread, and toilet paper. A total pro!
I had to face my fear of mocking stares from blokes in hi-viz shirts, vertigo, and possible rejection. I turned around to leave half a dozen times before I cranked up the courage to JFDI. And you know what? The site manager was helpful, his wife is a fan of my genre, and I am now in negotiations for a tour of deep excavation work under a high-rise building!
This bit of research may even top the monster-truck experience for my first book…