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I’m sorry for the sad picture. This is the grave of Christine Diefenbach. I wrote about her murder in my book about the NYPD’s Cold Case Squad. It was sent to me by the detective who took over her case when Tommy Wray (the detective who had it and who was in my book) retired. This is why I don’t want to write any more books about crime. It’s just too sad.
But of course you can’t escape sadness. I can’t believe I am once again writing about murdered children (the story of Bruce Kremen, the little boy who went missing in California in the sixties).
I’m still working furiously to get this book done by the end of June. It should be okay, but I am currently overwhelmed by the epilogue. Why is it kicking my ass so?? Speaking of the epilogue, I’m reading this book called The Canon. It’s an overview of science written for people like me, adults who really don’t know a lot about science. It’s pretty great so far. I wish I had this when I started this book.
My birthday is next week. Well, a week from Sunday. The whole week will be my birthday week. But I feel weird talking about that in the same post about Christine, it feels disrespectful. I will talk about that tomorrow.
It’s not disrespectful at all. You can celebrate a birthday week and mourn a death at the same time.
Life just IS, that’s all.
Good luck on wrapping up the book, Stacy.
Thank you. Still freaking out about the book, but I think that’s pretty much unavoidable.
Thank you Stacy. For this picture and the book, The Restless sleep. Just read about Christine and it all comes back..all of it. She’s not in that grave but in my heart and in the hearts of those who knew or have heard about her. This post is quite late and I wish you well in all your endeavors. God bless.
You’re welcome and thank you.