I love reading mysteries. That’s the whole reason I chose the genre to write for. But when I’m writing a book, I try not to read books that are similar to my own. In other words, I try to avoid humorous cozy mysteries.
The reasons I do this are two-fold. First, on some level, I’m worried about getting too much influence from a book similar to my own. But mostly, I’m worried that reading another author’s published book will make me more frustrated with my own. What I’m reading is a well-polished, darned-near-perfect finished product, but I can’t help but compare it to my own, imperfect, scratched-up and scribbled over Work in Progress.
So lately I’ve read some wonderful mysteries, but they’ve been nothing like my own. I read Deborah Crombie’s latest police procedural (Where Memories Lie) and a couple of books with mysterious elements to them that weren’t traditional mysteries (House at Riverton and The Secret History). These books were so different from mine in every way that I was able to read them for relaxation and pure enjoyment instead of comparing my manuscript to them and feeling like I’m falling short.

Is it tough for you to stay focused? Ever find that, despite your best intentions, you start flirting with another project? It’s the lure of the forbidden: you’re actually supposed to be working on your mystery series. But then you get this great idea for a children’s book. In the middle of the night, no less. You even sketch out some dialogue and the tone of the book, and…
While I’m writing my daily pages (I’m starting at the beginning of the book, but might hop around later), I’m also working at the same time on fleshing out my characters. Since I’m writing mysteries, I’m thinking in terms of suspects, killer, and victim(s). 