I made a confession at Thanksgiving dinner last night.  I’ve been doing online research on how to poison somebody, on how long it takes somebody to die if they are being choked, and on life insurance policies.  For example, can the spouse still get a life insurance payout if the policyholder commits suicide?  My husband, who has been aware of this research, warned our sons if anything happened to him, to turn my computer over to the police.  I could already see myself being interviewed by Keith Morrison on Dateline, trying to convince the world that I really had not been researching how to off my husband.  I was just researching my new book.  Simply stated, I don’t know how to poison somebody but one of my characters was pretty intent on poisoning the members of the Brookes family.  It was my duty as a writer to find out how to do it.  So, if God forbid, something happens to my husband and my computer is seized, I will have to present my newest book as evidence.  Hopefully, that results in a bump in my sales.  I’m not a killer, I’m just a writer.