When I first started writing “The Mayonnaise Murders” nearly 20 years ago as an assignment from an educational company that needed a detective story for kids, I knew why I was writing the book and I was confident the book would reach a wide and appreciative audience because I had the backing of a good, dedicated company (run by a childhood friend of mine) that was truly dedicated to providing quality literature for young people as a method for teaching them math and science, as well as an appreciation for well-written stories.
Life looked good.
Since that time when I first began imagining the story, let’s just say that quite a bit has changed. Turned out “The Mayonnaise Murders” was appreciated by the company but as the story developed they began to feel that perhaps this was a tad too racy for youngsters. Could be, I said. We agreed that I could keep Mayonnaise as my own while I went on to create another story that worked out fine and was considerably less edgy. Life was still relatively good though, even though I was on strike from my job as an editorial writer and columnist for the Detroit Free Press. Then I got married in 1998. Definitely a high point in what was becoming a rather stripped down existence. Over the next 14 years my wife and I have ridden a financial roller coaster that I wouldn’t recommend even to my enemies, let alone my friends. But through it all we’re still here and still happily married, battle scars and all.
About two years ago, after having put down Mayonnaise long ago, was when I decided to pick it back up and finish what I’d started. And this was after going back and taking more than a year to finish another unfinished novel of mine called “Fire and Wanda” which I plan to release later this year. I finished both of these projects because I was determined not to start anything else new until I’d wrapped up the old. Anybody can start, but finishing can be a challenge. I had to prove to myself that I was up to that challenge. Nobody was waiting for the manuscript, and nobody was pressuring me to get it done. Quite honestly if I hadn’t finished either one nobody would have cared.