Hey, Nancy Drew Fans! It's Locked!

I began reading Nancy Drew Mysteries in about 1982 when I was around 8 years old.  The school librarian introduced me to Nancy (and Bess and George and Ned!) and to her delight, I was addicted.  I will never forget the first one I read:  The Ghost of Blackwood Hall.  I never read them in order (partially due to the fact that the collection at Marquette Elementary was far from complete) but I always had one with me. Word got around that I was really into these stories and as a consequence it wasn't uncommon for a relative or neighbor to gift me with a heavy box of unwanted dusty Nancies.  They looked so pretty on my bookcase, all those yellow spines in a row!

Part of the reason I grew up with this crazy notion that  I was going to become a writer one day was due to my love for Nancy. (She may also be to blame for the lawyer fixation I had as well since her daddy, Carson, was an awesome attorney.)  Anyway, I came to the conclusion at an early age that I  probably wouldn't be allowed to be a detective because well, I wasn't really allowed to leave the house.  I didn't see how this would change as I became older.  I already knew that because of maniacs like Ted Bundy and Ottis Toole  I couldn't walk around in Sears by myself, so driving around alone in a blue convertible probably wasn't going to happen either. (Flash forward to 1996-me at a frat party, beer in hand, dancing to some dumb cover band's rendition of No Doubt's "Just a Girl"...oh, the ironies...)

My point is that as a child, my dream was to become a mystery writer. So, essentially the idea was to create characters that would live the life which I couldn't.  That now seems like a really pathetic reason to write and perhaps is why my career as a mystery writer never happened.  (That and the fact that I am really lazy when it comes to creating plots, so creating the plot line for a mystery sounds torturous as there would be just so many loose ends to tie and clues to have to figure out, let alone invent. This probably also has something to do with my absolute dislike of those "escape rooms".  Good grief, if I wanted a problem to solve I would just go to work.)

Well, anyway, this is the story behind It's Locked! I owe many things to Nancy Drew as she allowed for me to live dangerously while in the backseat of the family car on many a drive to grandma's house. For this escape I am eternally grateful.

Oh, and just so you know the secret message (which you have to decode yourself) at the back of the Nancy Drew Sleuth Book:  Clues to Good Sleuthing is:  "You are a very smart girl."  

Well, of course I am; I learned from the best.