Ok, so I’ve found another distraction and I’m not referring to writing this blog.. Nope I’m talking research.  So up in the mountains there’s no TV, barely any internet and no distractions.  A place that should be inspiring. A big fat NOT. Well it is peaceful, too peaceful if you ask me.  I think my problem is that I’ll always find a distraction no matter what.

I’m at a point in my story where the PO comes to the victims home to interrogate the grandfather.  Would that happen in real life? Do I care how it happens in real life.  I’m I writing fact mimicing fiction or fiction mimicing fact.  Yet to come up with an answer.

In the meantime, I’ve asked my inside source all about police procedure and am patiently waiting for a reply.  I had been given the answers before, but it went in one ear and straight out the other.

So I’m glad to report, I have made some progress, not what I was expecting.  But I’m having fun with the grandparents, very typical Nigerian parents.  No inch or quarter given, the grandmother’s first words. ‘Ah you want to kill me oh, na wetin.’ Or something to that effect.

So blog entry for today is done, now I can get back to work.  One day I might even open this up for others to read.