One of the nicknames for the poisonous datura plant is Devil’s Trumpet. Convenient for me as I have the beginnings of a cozy mystery story where someone kills off an obnoxious jazz trumpet player with the seeds of this beautiful but deadly plant.
The story exists in a zero draft that dropped itself onto my computer keyboard last time I took the NaNoWriMo (National November Writing Month) challenge. I call it a zero draft because it exists in a form probably undecipherable to anyone else. For me, it was the gift of the story about a confused poet-turned-sleuth who bumbles upon this mystery by accident and then feels compelled to solve it. It was fun to watch the plot reveal itself to me during that November writing marathon.
Next step–an outline. Yes, I previously considered myself a confirmed Pantser. I am now a convert to the Doctrine of the Outliners.
Stay tuned.
Vicki Holmsten 
I can’t wait to read the finished copy!!
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I’m happy to hear this, Gail! And so good to hear from you.
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Looking forward to that book. What about your first one?? Ann Willow
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That first novel is out there looking for a home. Persistence is the name of the game, or so I am told. I think you understand that, too! Thanks for reading.
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Hey friend! 🤗 There are two houses on Butler that have datura growing along their backyard fences. I love seeing it and understand why it would draw in its “victims.” I’ll be watching for the release of your next book! Miss seeing you in Farmtown, but look forward to meeting up when I come to the opera in July! Big hug (((❤️)))
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This datura picture happens to be from Farmington…so yes, it’s all over the place. Fascinating plant. And a great murder weapon!
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