You can’t take the mystery out of a mystery writer. Even though my current WIP is urban fantasy, my characters have just discovered a dead body. I finished Chapter 2 with the heroine entering a hotel bathroom and seeing a booted foot sticking out of the tub shower. Oh boy, I can hardly wait to start the next chapter. Is he dead?  Who killed him?  Should they call the cops?  Is the murderer lurking among them? Lots of questions to be answered. One more chapter, and I’ll have enough for a full proposal. Then all I have to do is finish the synopsis. That’s the hard part. I still don’t have the complete story in my head. Bits of it are circulating in there now, like puzzle pieces waiting to be fit together. I am hoping that one day, while I’m walking the dog or in the shower or driving to Orlando, a big light bulb in my brain will flash on, and I’ll say, “Ah ha, I’ve got it!”  My notebook is already stuffed with character photos, plotting notes, and blurbs for the next books in the series. This is all part of the creative process. The joy comes when it congeals into a unified whole.