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Page Count: 352
Release Date: 29 October 2012
Publisher: Swimming Otter Press (self-published)
Genre: Thriller, Legal Thriller
It’s the drug of the century, a miracle weight loss compound worth billions, invented by Jon Vickers shortly before his death. So why is Jon’s brother Benedict risking his inheritance, his brother’s legacy, and even his own life to keep the drug from the market?
And why is Olga Mueller, a jaded lawyer Benedict met by chance while traveling to Istanbul, willing to help?
Can they take on a powerful venture capitalist and a ruthless top-tier law firm and win? Or even survive? In a world where money rules, does truth stand a chance?
“You can’t rush creativity,” “There’s plenty of time!,” “I work best under pressure.” Pick your excuse—I’ve used them all. While I’m proud to say that no deadlines were ever missed, there have been plenty of meltdowns at the eleventh hour and fifty-sixth minute, when my computer froze, or the FedEx guy came and left early, or... You know how it goes.
“I work best under pressure” is hands-down my favorite. A small voice in my head often whispers “how would you know? It’s not like you ever tried working without pressure,” but I shush it as unhelpful, especially because it’s distracting me from fighting fires on the other projects that have now become emergencies due to earlier procrastination. Last minute scrambling sure does add excitement to one’s life, but I sometimes wonder how much shorter that life is due to stress.
I can recite many excellent reasons to tackle tasks as they come up. Things you’re afraid of rarely get easier if you let them fester; a small mess (physical or mental) has a tendency to spiral into a bigger mess unless cleaned up fast; you’d have more time to do things properly, rather than slap-dash in the last minute; you’ll have a sense of accomplishment for tackling something difficult or undesirable; your frolicking time will be free of the shadowy guilt that comes from knowing you’re shirking your to-do list... But none of these resonate enough to break years of conditioning.
What has finally made me rethink the usual way I do business is the realization that it’s preventing me from writing the sequel to Poison Pill. I don’t have the worry-free two to four hours of daily time I need because I’m constantly aware of just how much backlog there is on my plate. Not being able to work on the sequel is an unacceptably high cost, enough so that I’m experimenting with changes designed to place my procrastination in remission, if not cure it.
Still doesn’t mean I’m going to file my taxes any earlier than April 15, though...
About the Author
M.A. Granovsky uses her background as a cancer biologist and lawyer, and her international travels, to craft fast-paced, intricately plotted capers, where the protagonists rely on their wits rather than their brawn, and the body count rises only as much as is necessary. She currently lives in New York City, but has lived in many other places, from the exotic (Wilmington, Delaware), to the normal (St. Petersburg, Jerusalem), to the entertaining (Florence—in a convent). While it's difficult to be the new kid on the block repeatedly, this nomadic existence—in terms of geography and career—continues to yield a rich vein of thriller plots.