Not to fear. I have a few more to go.
But I've lately started to wonder if I have it in me to keep writing mysteries. At some point, it's all been written, hasn't it?
No, it hasn't. Whenever I think that, I think of the unique characters out there, waiting to be penned. I think of the odd circumstances. I think of Alice in Wonderland (my next base for a book), I think of misdirecting the readers with red herrings, and setting up worlds in which I can create my own laws and philosophies, of dreaming up places where I would like to go.
All I have to do is close my eyes, let my mind wander, and I realize ...
I have a lot of words left in me.