Part of my script just opened up. I was at work, entering edits and listening to Dark Was the Night, not really thinking about writing very much at all, and it spoke to me.
Presbyterians love potlucks -- at least my church did. How about a death in the community center at a Presbyterian church during a potluck. The Pastor discovers that someone has but a nefarious substance in someones scalped potatoes an the mystery and intrigue go on from there.
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Liz,
Presbyterians love potlucks -- at least my church did. How about a death in the community center at a Presbyterian church during a potluck. The Pastor discovers that someone has but a nefarious substance in someones scalped potatoes an the mystery and intrigue go on from there.
Quite poetic. Nice one, Liz.
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