Well, actually, I’m not sure I should classify (Still haven’t chosen a title for it, but right now the working title is: The Girl Who Heard Demons) as a thriller.But it is darker than my other books, and in the climax the bad guy ties up the heroine and is taking her to a remote location so he can do away with her. (Plus, you know, demons.)

Last night I was sitting in my room in the darkness writing the climax scene. When I finally finished, it was 2:30 am and I was sleepy. Now, I know that wouldn’t be news for most of you, but I have insomnia so I was actually excited to be sleepy. I decided to go to bed. I walked into the bathroom, keeping the lights off. I figured if I didn’t turn on the light it would help me to stay sleepy.

While I was brushing my teeth, I thought about the climax and the fact that writing the scene is only the first step. I was going to have to reread and edit the scene five or six times. I dreaded the thought because who wants to spend that much time reliving a scene where a ruthless killer has you tied up in the back of his car? (Plus, you know, demons.)

Then the bathroom door ever so slowly opened. Creakingly slow. And the light in the bedroom was still off.

I have teenage children, one of whom stays up quite late at night, and he has been known to walk into my room or bathroom without knocking. But I knew he’d already gone to bed and even he wouldn’t walk quietly through my darkened bedroom and open the bathroom door without announcing himself somehow.

So the thought that ran through my mind was: “Oh crap! That’s not the children! Someone broke into my house and is going to kill me!”

And then my husband walked in.

Don’t ask me why I didn’t remember that I had a husband who did in fact live in the bedroom. I don’t know why that thought didn’t enter my mind. Maybe it’s because he always goes to bed early.

So I did what any rational person would do: I screamed and smacked him for giving me a heart attack. With adrenalin coursing through my veins, I was quite awake, so I took a sleeping pill to help me get to sleep. And then at 4:00 am I took another sleeping pill, because I was still awake.

Yeah, I don’t think thrillers will be my genre.