Murder on the Potomac: Cynthia Riggs Has a New Heroine
“It was a dark and stormy night,” said Cynthia Riggs, recalling the conception of her first novel written more than 30 years ago. She was living on a houseboat in Washington, D.C., at the time, and along with her neighbors on the dock, she was sick of the commodore.
At one of the houseboat parties she often attended with the neighbors, someone suggested killing the commodore off. Not in real life, but metaphorically, as a character in a novel. Someone else suggested that Ms. Riggs, who had written for a local newsletter, do the deed. “I thought writing a book was a monumental task,” the author said recently, seated behind her desk in the upstairs study of her home in West Tisbury.
“Only authors write books, and I was no author. So I just started putting one word after the other, and it ended up being a book.”