"I saw the angel in the marble and I carved until I set him free."
—Michelangelo
Think of some of your colleagues who have successful mystery novels for sale today: Terry Shames, Alafair Burke, Dennis Palumbo, Tom Savage, Triss Stein, Jenny Milchman, Larry Light, Leslie Budewitz, Matt Coyle, Lois Winston, Mike Lawson, Reed Coleman, Joseph Finder, Sandra Parshall, Hank Phillipi Ryan — to name a few on your long list…
- Contemporary themes…
- Real flesh and blood characters…
- Brainy writers you can communicate with at meetings, or call or email…
You read them all, enjoy most, maybe wish you could have turned in "THAT" novel to your editor this week!
Consider the vast variety of topics these crime writers have chosen — small town Texas, big city crimes, Brooklyn's neighborhoods, kidnapped kids, urban financial crime, small town gift shops, bars, crafts, the law, country life, cops in love — you name it — there's a crime novel on a shelf waiting for your eager eyes!!!
If your thing is international thefts, sex scandals, poisonous foods or French prostitutes — some fellow crime writer will have the book for sale!
Pick a topic that made the news not long ago: Mr. Strauss-Kahn, a onetime presidential contender in France, resigned as head of the International Monetary Fund — after he was accused of sexually assaulting a hotel housekeeper in Manhattan!
How would your favorite writer handle that one? Think, for example, Larry Light, Alafair Burke, Hank Ryan or Jenny Milchman…
You ponder for a moment and YOUR brain tells you at once which authors might tackle that theme!
And which might NOT!
Or food poisoning at the Mayo Clinic. Again, you can imagine some writers taking on that one and some not touching it with a ten-foot pen!
Back to Mr. Strauss-Kahn… There were many real-life issues in his alleged crime… He was also accused of involvement in a prostitution ring in Lille, France. A Serbian high level official said Mr. S-K's history had no bearing on the guy's financial expertise. That questioning Mr. S-K's economic acumen would be like questioning Pablo Picasso's powers as an artist because of his treatment of women!
Which writers on your FAVE list would do the job?
Maybe you yourself!!!
Crime, whatever the genre, color, size, type, location, is brain food for you and your fellow writers.
A crime novelist is: A hunter, always on the prowl for tasty prey…
A homo sapiens with a big brain, gigantic insight, gift of gab and ability to draw and hold an avid audience.
What kind of crime/scene/action/character tugs at your cerebral head strings?
Thelma Jacqueline Straw
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Sunday, December 27, 2015
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Not Always a Lonely Hunter… Is a Crime Writer
Any writer who has the nerve to wade into the murky world of crime novels has a lot of guts. Talent also. Plus allegiance to fellow members of the unique Tribe called Crime Novelists.
When you admit to non-Tribals you are a Writer, often their eyes glaze over, as they give you "that" patronizing smile.
Then, when you whisper the word - CRIME - they put on their protective shields, stammer they have an urgent meeting, and vanish…
But mention the magic word C-R-I-M-E to a fellow Tribal and you are at once held by the warmth of instant bonding!
Most folks who write Crime Fiction are far from being criminals themselves. Most of us are guardians of our Precious Earth Planet.
We have deep respect for Fellow Tribesmen, regard them as dear friends and colleagues.
I bear great honor for people of my Tribe… some names are engraved upon my soul: Marilyn Henderson, author of over 60 novels, who honored me as Crime Book Reviewer for her early email work, Lady M.
Mel Berger, eminently wise agent of the Great and Famous, who is the best writing coach on the planet!
And many others: Alice Orr, versatile early pillar of the Mystery Writers, Leslie Budewitz, now SinC President, a thoughtful sharer.
Bob Knightly, Esquire, Jim Fusilli, Al Ashforth, for diverse expertises and professionalism.
Andy Peck, whose lawyerly guidance taught us how to stay within the boundaries.
Hallie Ephron, Hank P. Ryan, and Robin Hathaway (R.I.P.), who share with untold numbers of crime-writing Tribals their wisdom.
Earl Staggs and Kaye Barley, two of the friendliest Tribals on the planet!!
The hundreds of crime writers who have inspired us, not only with their writing, but their braininess and guts in swimming through the icy torrents to get published!
Please give your thanks, as I do today, for the Tribals in your life, who have inspired, nurtured, advised you --- in your own swim through the icy waters of the sea of publishing!
Tell us who your own Tribal Guides have been !!!!!
Thelma J. Straw
When you admit to non-Tribals you are a Writer, often their eyes glaze over, as they give you "that" patronizing smile.
Then, when you whisper the word - CRIME - they put on their protective shields, stammer they have an urgent meeting, and vanish…
But mention the magic word C-R-I-M-E to a fellow Tribal and you are at once held by the warmth of instant bonding!
Most folks who write Crime Fiction are far from being criminals themselves. Most of us are guardians of our Precious Earth Planet.
We have deep respect for Fellow Tribesmen, regard them as dear friends and colleagues.
I bear great honor for people of my Tribe… some names are engraved upon my soul: Marilyn Henderson, author of over 60 novels, who honored me as Crime Book Reviewer for her early email work, Lady M.
Mel Berger, eminently wise agent of the Great and Famous, who is the best writing coach on the planet!
And many others: Alice Orr, versatile early pillar of the Mystery Writers, Leslie Budewitz, now SinC President, a thoughtful sharer.
Bob Knightly, Esquire, Jim Fusilli, Al Ashforth, for diverse expertises and professionalism.
Andy Peck, whose lawyerly guidance taught us how to stay within the boundaries.
Hallie Ephron, Hank P. Ryan, and Robin Hathaway (R.I.P.), who share with untold numbers of crime-writing Tribals their wisdom.
Earl Staggs and Kaye Barley, two of the friendliest Tribals on the planet!!
The hundreds of crime writers who have inspired us, not only with their writing, but their braininess and guts in swimming through the icy torrents to get published!
Please give your thanks, as I do today, for the Tribals in your life, who have inspired, nurtured, advised you --- in your own swim through the icy waters of the sea of publishing!
Tell us who your own Tribal Guides have been !!!!!
Thelma J. Straw
Sunday, November 29, 2015
The Spies Behind the Spies
Long before the planet went gaga over the film ARGO, I was fixated on Tony Mendez…
Antonio J. Mendez, a soft-spoken, nondescript, nice-guy operative — in the world of espionage, known to the head honchos of the CIA, and other world-class agencies, as "the Master of Disguise."
Tony, an undisputed genius, could create an entirely new identity for Anybody! Anywhere! Anytime!
Combining the cunning tricks of a magician with the analytical insight of an expert psychologist, he saved hundreds of men and women from death — or perhaps worse — by his talents.
He earned the CIA's Intelligence Star for planning the escape of The Famous 6 Americans from Tehran in 1980.
On the 50th Anniversary of the CIA, Tony was named one of the 50 all-time stars of the "spy trade" and is known to be one of the highest levels performers EVER in international espionage!
A former plumber and illustrator from Eureka, Nevada, Tony rose to be the Chief of Disguise of the CIA's technical services staff.
An expert in East Asian spycraft, Mendez masterminded much of the Cold War intrigue in Moscow, as a disguise specialist in the CIA Office of Technical Services. He also helped develop and deploy espionage gadgets — including a low-light camera used during the first moon landing and miniature lithium batteries that were the predecessors of batteries used in modern portable electronics.
Appointed Chief of their Graphics and Authoritative Division, he helped transform the identity of CIA field operations, by supplying them with high-level forged documentation for use in field missions.
Tony married his colleague of 27 years, Jonna Goeser, who was a camera expert and who also trained CIA officers in the use of Covert Technologies. They now live in Maryland.
After their retirement, the husband-and-wife team were called by the Agency to enter the lecture circuit and chronicle their undercover careers in places like Germany, India and Thailand, in an effort to "humanize" the secretive Agency.
Their book SPY DUST recounts their intelligence work in the USSR in the 1980s.
If you share my fascination with the spycraft of these two people, I suggest you read The Master of Disguise, by Tony Mendez and Spy Dust, by Antonio and Jonna Mendez.
Thelma Jacqueline Straw
P.S. I wonder if these two experts are doing any undercover work or advisory functions today, in this maelstrom of international spydom!!!
Antonio J. Mendez, a soft-spoken, nondescript, nice-guy operative — in the world of espionage, known to the head honchos of the CIA, and other world-class agencies, as "the Master of Disguise."
Tony, an undisputed genius, could create an entirely new identity for Anybody! Anywhere! Anytime!
Combining the cunning tricks of a magician with the analytical insight of an expert psychologist, he saved hundreds of men and women from death — or perhaps worse — by his talents.
He earned the CIA's Intelligence Star for planning the escape of The Famous 6 Americans from Tehran in 1980.
On the 50th Anniversary of the CIA, Tony was named one of the 50 all-time stars of the "spy trade" and is known to be one of the highest levels performers EVER in international espionage!
A former plumber and illustrator from Eureka, Nevada, Tony rose to be the Chief of Disguise of the CIA's technical services staff.
An expert in East Asian spycraft, Mendez masterminded much of the Cold War intrigue in Moscow, as a disguise specialist in the CIA Office of Technical Services. He also helped develop and deploy espionage gadgets — including a low-light camera used during the first moon landing and miniature lithium batteries that were the predecessors of batteries used in modern portable electronics.
Appointed Chief of their Graphics and Authoritative Division, he helped transform the identity of CIA field operations, by supplying them with high-level forged documentation for use in field missions.
Tony married his colleague of 27 years, Jonna Goeser, who was a camera expert and who also trained CIA officers in the use of Covert Technologies. They now live in Maryland.
After their retirement, the husband-and-wife team were called by the Agency to enter the lecture circuit and chronicle their undercover careers in places like Germany, India and Thailand, in an effort to "humanize" the secretive Agency.
Their book SPY DUST recounts their intelligence work in the USSR in the 1980s.
If you share my fascination with the spycraft of these two people, I suggest you read The Master of Disguise, by Tony Mendez and Spy Dust, by Antonio and Jonna Mendez.
Thelma Jacqueline Straw
P.S. I wonder if these two experts are doing any undercover work or advisory functions today, in this maelstrom of international spydom!!!
Sunday, November 15, 2015
THAT DAY… November, 1963…
You prince and king and everybody's hero,
Idol of the poor,
Friend of intellect and all we knew to be
In our reborn post-war world.
Could any mature man or woman
Not weep
THAT day . . . when
Ignominy raped our youthful joy?
Why . . . oh God . . . why????
The cry of Dallas town
Will echo down the empty alleys of time
As long as there is any wind
To blow empty papers along deserted city streets.
Until the last corn stalk
In western civilization upholds an autumn sky.
Until the last grave is dug
In what we call.
America . . .
Don't tell us, critic man, there are no
Messiahs of politics, no kings in democratic states. . .
Grown men were not ashamed to cry. . .
That day.
Their women kissed the dust with women's tears.
Women have no monopoly on weeping.
We know to live is to weep
Sometimes. . .
That day
Everyone of us knew
A little part of ancient Greece.
Tragedy became large, wide-eyed,
Horribly personal. The terrible events were echoes,
Tapes and files and heart-rending photos
Of a world's pathos and grief we had
Always known, since our Virgilian days, our first touch by Euripedes.
Some part of each of us died
That day. Our own red blood spurted out in Dallas.
The ballads now sing "In Dallas-town…"
The elegies will sing a hundred years from now
And carry on the soft winds
Tragedy's tale…
God will there will be elegies…
In a world not quite all western…
A hundred years from now…
Thelma Jacqueline Straw
Sunday, November 1, 2015
A Quiet Man…
Again, quite by chance, I turned on my TV to an humongous worship ceremony in Rome, led by that quiet little guy named Francis…
Tons of men of all colors in bright green robes and multi-colored caps, thousands of regular men, women and young ones, every face sober, intent, all praying in concert for the zillions of peoples on this frail plane—and for so many problems that face all peoples, all lands and all seas…
I kept my eyes glued on that not very tall guy in the central role, dressed in his impeccably correct robes and cap of prim white silk and ordinary glasses, far more modestly garbed than the long lines of humans, all male, mostly older men in their tall white hats and green or red robes. Some of the men wore things on their heads that looked like kingly crowns...
The background music and singing was lovely, unearthly, in languages many of us in the USA could not understand...
I could just smell the incense—so vivid through the TV screen… I happen to love that smell…
Watching that ceremony, along with zillions of others on the planet, I grew very quiet inside. I love a good ceremony…
I am a respectful watcher and know when to be quiet, when to be reverent and feel humble…
But what drew my gaze, interest and, yes, concern, was that kinda stooped, old guy, who was the M.C.…
What makes him tick??? my inner voice said out loud…
I was glued to his facial expression… no actor, this little guy… no loud mouth or flashy, toothy grin for the masses…
The 1.2 billion souls he's now in charge of…
What impressed me, more than anything else, was his quietness… his utter lack of playing to the crowd, the utter simplicity and modesty of movement… He was not playing for or to any audience… such as we often see in the Big Men of the Church… who wear splendid robes and gesture magnificently to their humongous followers!
I was moved to tears at his quietness, his aloneness in the crowd, his modesty. His clear lack of trying to make an impression on his colleagues, his followers or the millions of us watching him…
A quiet man, a modest man—whom we know to be very smart and gifted, actually, given his life accomplishments and adult roles… on his life's path to the Vatican…
I'm as religious as the next guy/gal, though at this stage of life I choose to worship at many altars, not just one…
I've known a lot of good church folks, some wonderful leaders, some not so hot… Wearing a robe does not a saint make!
But I've rarely seen a face that so makes me believe in the goodness of humanity… as I've now seen in this little quiet guy…
I'd like to know what YOU think… send me your thoughts here…
Thelma J. Straw
Tons of men of all colors in bright green robes and multi-colored caps, thousands of regular men, women and young ones, every face sober, intent, all praying in concert for the zillions of peoples on this frail plane—and for so many problems that face all peoples, all lands and all seas…
I kept my eyes glued on that not very tall guy in the central role, dressed in his impeccably correct robes and cap of prim white silk and ordinary glasses, far more modestly garbed than the long lines of humans, all male, mostly older men in their tall white hats and green or red robes. Some of the men wore things on their heads that looked like kingly crowns...
The background music and singing was lovely, unearthly, in languages many of us in the USA could not understand...
I could just smell the incense—so vivid through the TV screen… I happen to love that smell…
Watching that ceremony, along with zillions of others on the planet, I grew very quiet inside. I love a good ceremony…
I am a respectful watcher and know when to be quiet, when to be reverent and feel humble…
But what drew my gaze, interest and, yes, concern, was that kinda stooped, old guy, who was the M.C.…
What makes him tick??? my inner voice said out loud…
I was glued to his facial expression… no actor, this little guy… no loud mouth or flashy, toothy grin for the masses…
The 1.2 billion souls he's now in charge of…
What impressed me, more than anything else, was his quietness… his utter lack of playing to the crowd, the utter simplicity and modesty of movement… He was not playing for or to any audience… such as we often see in the Big Men of the Church… who wear splendid robes and gesture magnificently to their humongous followers!
I was moved to tears at his quietness, his aloneness in the crowd, his modesty. His clear lack of trying to make an impression on his colleagues, his followers or the millions of us watching him…
A quiet man, a modest man—whom we know to be very smart and gifted, actually, given his life accomplishments and adult roles… on his life's path to the Vatican…
I'm as religious as the next guy/gal, though at this stage of life I choose to worship at many altars, not just one…
I've known a lot of good church folks, some wonderful leaders, some not so hot… Wearing a robe does not a saint make!
But I've rarely seen a face that so makes me believe in the goodness of humanity… as I've now seen in this little quiet guy…
I'd like to know what YOU think… send me your thoughts here…
Thelma J. Straw
Sunday, October 18, 2015
My Jesuits… the CIA and the Vatican…
The other, shorter, plain, mild but with eyes that bore right through your soul.
Reed Walsh, guestmaster at the Jesuit Residence in Manhattan, former Director of the Central Intelligence Agency — the greatest spy force in the world.
Reed Walsh, you won't see on the nightly news… he lives in that magic world of the crime novel… he helps good guys find the bad guys…
Francis might well be on your nightly news… and in your daily paper… he lives in a little apartment in a big church in Rome. Helps the good guys recognize - and forgive - the bad guys…
The book man lives in my heart and mind.
The other guy came to visit my city, recently, and I swear he looked directly at my soul - right through my TV screen…
I felt I knew him - yet he was a man of mystery, as is the other guy…
Both are deep thinkers, deep feelers. Both are very, very complex men… don't be fooled by the smile and simple language.
You know a lot from the media about what makes the guy who was CIA tick… but you need to look quite carefully at this other unassuming guy… His inner machinery runs very deep… underneath all the quiet and unassumingness…
He is like a quiet giant volcano… what you see is only the tip…
He'll smile at you sweetly, say, "Please pray for me." And… "You try to put the Holy Spirit in a box… at your peril."
This quiet guy was a bouncer at a nightclub in Buenos Aires as a young man - he loved to tango!
This quiet guy has held some pretty heavy jobs: now the first Jesuit elected as the Pope!
Archbishop of Buenos Aires, President of the Bishops' Conference of Argentina, served as Jesuit Provincial in Argentina, got the second-most votes when the old Pope died in 2005.
Was active in political diplomacy and environmental advocacy
Trained as a chemical technician
Taught Lit and Psych in colleges
Got his Doctorate in Theology in Germany
No slouch, this little guy…
Don't be fooled by his meek smile…
As you know, the Jesuits are known as God's Soldiers, God's Marines, and The Company. No little club for the faint-hearted or meek or frail of heart!
The Society's commitment on earth is to accept orders anywhere and to endure any conditions. The Society of Jesus is also known as the papal "Elite Troops."
Jesuits have long been known as the trainers par excellence of lawyers and public officials. Jesuits priests often acted as confessors to Kings - and were noted for their intellectual ability and ability at debate among the European aristocracy.
The Nazi regime considered the Jesuits one of their most dangerous enemies! Many Jesuits were deported to concentration camps!
Maybe you wonder why I'm so devoted to the Jesuits?
Many years ago I was privileged to study the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius at a Jesuit Monastery in Wernersville, PA, with a crack cadre of brains and souls…
I was deeply touched by the intelligence, character and dedication of the Jesuits there and the high level and quality of humanity has remained a deep part of my own life.
As I watched this new Pope, the leader of so many men and women on this fragile earth, I pray he is strong enough to carry the mission he has been given in this trembling planet.
A man with his history and experience in governing, studies and commitments worldwide, is no simple soul.
This quiet man is not so quiet… he is not a "gentle Jesus, meek and mild." If you look at him hard you see he is a rock of ages…
But all of us, whatever our faiths or non-faiths, should be encouraged by the strength this quiet man shows — right through the screens of world-wide televisions…
Thelma Straw
P.S. What is my message to crime writers today?
Infuse your chapters with multi-layered people with many depths of emotion and feelings…
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Today
God's Own Country Musings…
Kaye Barley, a beloved Southern writer, is well-known to readers of Jungle Red and Meanderings and Muses.
As are her husband Don and their cherished dog, Harley Barley.
Many of us have walked along with her in remembrance of her dear mother's recent sudden passing. And today photos of the simpler life of North Carolina draw us all together in the beauty of down home, simple life in a wonderful part of our beloved country.
The photos bring back my own memories of happy years as a child in that state, so far from the world we see nightly on TV with jagged words and horrid verbal slings and toupee touching!
You will enjoy Kaye's trip too…
Thelma in Manhattan
Today has been a good day.
I drove to Newland to Cranberry House and was struck once more with just how lovely the drive is and how many interesting spots there are between here and there.
I would have enjoyed the trip to and from on visits to my mom, and I doubt I would have ever tired of the drive.
But.
Since my mom is no longer there, I'm blessed to have made some friends who are there.
I will always think of Gigi, Kathy and Rhianon as “Hazel's Angels."
And because I didn't have a single place I needed to rush to, I stopped at almost every place I had been promising myself I would stop “one of these days." Today was finally that day, and it was nice.
And I am so happy I had my camera with me, which isn't really that unusual, but sometimes - sometimes I walk out of the house without it and regret it every minute I'm gone.
And I'm also happy there's meatloaf left over from last night's supper and I can fix myself a meatloaf sandwich.
Life is good.
But there's a lesson behind all this.
The lesson is this.
I've missed a lot of opportunities to take some time to stop whatever it was I was doing. I've missed some fabulous photo ops.
I'm lucky though regarding this trip from Boone to Newland and back.
It's close enough that I can get a “re-do" whenever the urge strikes.
Sometimes, though, we even pass up the chances for a “re-do."
I think it's important to remember that we really don't have to be doing something we think of as important or critical or necessary all the time.
Sometimes it's alright to just “be."
To just allow yourself time to stop at that little place on the side of the road and see if it's as interesting as you think it might be.
It's okay to pull off the side of the road and take a picture of the sky just 'cause.
And I'm going to try to remember to do these things more often.
I don't think we're put here on this earth to rush through life, or work through life.
I need to remember to sometimes allow myself to just be.
Here's a few of the things I took a little bit of time to enjoy today.
A few places I finally stopped at, and a few places I just wanted to photograph.
Life is good. I want to remember to live it.
Kaye Barley
Kaye Barley, a beloved Southern writer, is well-known to readers of Jungle Red and Meanderings and Muses.
As are her husband Don and their cherished dog, Harley Barley.
Many of us have walked along with her in remembrance of her dear mother's recent sudden passing. And today photos of the simpler life of North Carolina draw us all together in the beauty of down home, simple life in a wonderful part of our beloved country.
The photos bring back my own memories of happy years as a child in that state, so far from the world we see nightly on TV with jagged words and horrid verbal slings and toupee touching!
You will enjoy Kaye's trip too…
Thelma in Manhattan
Today has been a good day.
I drove to Newland to Cranberry House and was struck once more with just how lovely the drive is and how many interesting spots there are between here and there.
I would have enjoyed the trip to and from on visits to my mom, and I doubt I would have ever tired of the drive.
But.
Since my mom is no longer there, I'm blessed to have made some friends who are there.
I will always think of Gigi, Kathy and Rhianon as “Hazel's Angels."
And because I didn't have a single place I needed to rush to, I stopped at almost every place I had been promising myself I would stop “one of these days." Today was finally that day, and it was nice.
And I am so happy I had my camera with me, which isn't really that unusual, but sometimes - sometimes I walk out of the house without it and regret it every minute I'm gone.
And I'm also happy there's meatloaf left over from last night's supper and I can fix myself a meatloaf sandwich.
Life is good.
But there's a lesson behind all this.
The lesson is this.
I've missed a lot of opportunities to take some time to stop whatever it was I was doing. I've missed some fabulous photo ops.
I'm lucky though regarding this trip from Boone to Newland and back.
It's close enough that I can get a “re-do" whenever the urge strikes.
Sometimes, though, we even pass up the chances for a “re-do."
I think it's important to remember that we really don't have to be doing something we think of as important or critical or necessary all the time.
Sometimes it's alright to just “be."
To just allow yourself time to stop at that little place on the side of the road and see if it's as interesting as you think it might be.
It's okay to pull off the side of the road and take a picture of the sky just 'cause.
And I'm going to try to remember to do these things more often.
I don't think we're put here on this earth to rush through life, or work through life.
I need to remember to sometimes allow myself to just be.
Here's a few of the things I took a little bit of time to enjoy today.
A few places I finally stopped at, and a few places I just wanted to photograph.
Kaye Barley
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Editing for Fun
Welcome to Terry Shames!!
I've followed eagerly her meteoric rise to fame since I couldn't put down A Killing at Cotton Hill and her wonderful character Samuel Craddock.
Killing was a true winner—of prizes as well as hearts of readers!
And so was The Last Death of Jack Harbin—and I think Dead Broke in Jarrett Creek and A Deadly Affair at Bobtail Ridge will also capture your hearts and minds.
Terry serves on the North California Boards of both MWA and Sisters in Crime and as far as I can tell her fame has not caused her to buy a bigger hat!
Word has it that Samuel Craddock is one of the most engaging new central characters in American Crime Fiction!!
Yep - has my vote too!!
Thanks by stopping by our ranch, Terry. As a finalist for a Macavity Award for Best Mystery—hope you win!
T.J. Straw
I don’t know about everyone else, but I’d rather edit anyone else’s work than my own. When I read another persons WIP, I am clever, astute, and forthright. I can give terrific advice, and know that I’m helping someone write a best seller.
When I tackle my own, on the other hand, I’m something of a dullard. But that is only true when I actually sit down in front of the draft to start editing. Before that, in my head I’m turning turgid, bloated sentences into elegant, dare I say poetic prose. My characters, who for the past 90,000 words have hidden behind corners refusing to join me, leap off the page with just a few brilliant key strokes. Plot lines that are as tangled as a Gordion knot suddenly reveal themselves to be masters of ingenuity.
Humph. Daydream all you want, honey, the first go-round of edits will barely get you headed in the right direction. Your characters will begin to wake up and stretch, laughing at your attempts to goose them into action. You will read your plot in the next two books you pick up, not to mention that it will happen in real life and your plot will be revealed in a series of newspaper articles. That poetic prose? Pedestrian at best.
You will wonder why you thought you could write scenes set in a city you not only don’t know well, but have never visited—in fact that you never even wanted to visit. You’ll wonder why you didn’t set your book in Paris or Florence, or even New York City—places you actually love. Why Kabul? Or Minsk? Or Ames, Iowa?
Why did you think you knew anything about hacking computer code? Or about the intricacies of banking—or that you could make either of those things interesting? How did you think you could get into the mind of a 30-year-old woman when you left your thirties in the dust a long, long time ago? In your own series you write successfully about a geezer, so how does that give you confidence that you can get inside the head of a forty-year old man?
In the first go at a draft, I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not a work all done; it’s a work in progress. I might have to dig a little deeper to understand how a thirty-something woman thinks these days. I have to read articles and books about what it’s like living in Kabul. I have to make sure the names I’ve chosen for my Middle Eastern characters are actually workable and that I’m not naming an Afghani man a name that only an Iranian man would have. I have to check a slew of facts—and then recheck them. And that’s apart from getting to know my characters deeply, and making sure the plot doesn’t have gaping holes.
Bottom line: That’s what editing is—not the fun part you get to do when you read someone elses WIP, where you point out a little discrepancy and then go on your merry way, but the hard grind of smoothing, rechecking, discovering, and making it work.
Update: The next Samuel Craddock book, The Necessary Murder of Nonie Blake, comes out in January, 2016. I am currently working on a thriller about a terrorist threat to the banking system of the United States.
Terry Shames
A Deadly Affair at Bobtail Ridge, April 2015
I've followed eagerly her meteoric rise to fame since I couldn't put down A Killing at Cotton Hill and her wonderful character Samuel Craddock.
Killing was a true winner—of prizes as well as hearts of readers!
And so was The Last Death of Jack Harbin—and I think Dead Broke in Jarrett Creek and A Deadly Affair at Bobtail Ridge will also capture your hearts and minds.
Terry serves on the North California Boards of both MWA and Sisters in Crime and as far as I can tell her fame has not caused her to buy a bigger hat!
Word has it that Samuel Craddock is one of the most engaging new central characters in American Crime Fiction!!
Yep - has my vote too!!
Thanks by stopping by our ranch, Terry. As a finalist for a Macavity Award for Best Mystery—hope you win!
T.J. Straw
I don’t know about everyone else, but I’d rather edit anyone else’s work than my own. When I read another persons WIP, I am clever, astute, and forthright. I can give terrific advice, and know that I’m helping someone write a best seller.
When I tackle my own, on the other hand, I’m something of a dullard. But that is only true when I actually sit down in front of the draft to start editing. Before that, in my head I’m turning turgid, bloated sentences into elegant, dare I say poetic prose. My characters, who for the past 90,000 words have hidden behind corners refusing to join me, leap off the page with just a few brilliant key strokes. Plot lines that are as tangled as a Gordion knot suddenly reveal themselves to be masters of ingenuity.
Humph. Daydream all you want, honey, the first go-round of edits will barely get you headed in the right direction. Your characters will begin to wake up and stretch, laughing at your attempts to goose them into action. You will read your plot in the next two books you pick up, not to mention that it will happen in real life and your plot will be revealed in a series of newspaper articles. That poetic prose? Pedestrian at best.
You will wonder why you thought you could write scenes set in a city you not only don’t know well, but have never visited—in fact that you never even wanted to visit. You’ll wonder why you didn’t set your book in Paris or Florence, or even New York City—places you actually love. Why Kabul? Or Minsk? Or Ames, Iowa?
Why did you think you knew anything about hacking computer code? Or about the intricacies of banking—or that you could make either of those things interesting? How did you think you could get into the mind of a 30-year-old woman when you left your thirties in the dust a long, long time ago? In your own series you write successfully about a geezer, so how does that give you confidence that you can get inside the head of a forty-year old man?
In the first go at a draft, I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not a work all done; it’s a work in progress. I might have to dig a little deeper to understand how a thirty-something woman thinks these days. I have to read articles and books about what it’s like living in Kabul. I have to make sure the names I’ve chosen for my Middle Eastern characters are actually workable and that I’m not naming an Afghani man a name that only an Iranian man would have. I have to check a slew of facts—and then recheck them. And that’s apart from getting to know my characters deeply, and making sure the plot doesn’t have gaping holes.
Bottom line: That’s what editing is—not the fun part you get to do when you read someone elses WIP, where you point out a little discrepancy and then go on your merry way, but the hard grind of smoothing, rechecking, discovering, and making it work.
Update: The next Samuel Craddock book, The Necessary Murder of Nonie Blake, comes out in January, 2016. I am currently working on a thriller about a terrorist threat to the banking system of the United States.
Terry Shames
A Deadly Affair at Bobtail Ridge, April 2015
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Executive Orders
I was going to write the skinny to the lineup of guys and gals who want to be the Nation's Chief Exec…
…excluding Dumpty Trumpy, who simply doesn't have the right shoe size to cross the threshold of 1600!
But Tom Clancy beat me to it!
In 1996… his inspiring novel Executive Orders… 874 pages
The wonderworker, who once sold insurance, sets out the rules: How to Be the Chief in the Oval Office… far better than all the university and wily beltway pols…
Some of you have read, learned and inwardly digested Clancy’s rules for the Big Chief.
I’d like to share with you some of my favorites written by this gentle giant…
1. “Every state on the Gulf feared Iran for its size, for its large population, and for the religious fervor of its citizens. For the Sunni religious, the fear was about a perceived departure from the true course of Islam. For everyone else, it was about what would happen to them when ‘heretics’ assumed control of the region…” P. 133
2. For how to behave as a new POTUS: “God, it’s like a narcotic, Jack thought, understanding just then why people entered politics. No man could stand here like this, hearing the noise, seeing the faces, and not love the moment. …He WAS the United States of America. He was their President, but more than that, he was the embodiment of their hopes, their desires, the image of their own nation, and because of that they were willing to love someone they didn’t know, to cheer his every word, to hope that for a brief moment they could believe that he’d looked directly into each individual pair of eyes so that the moment would be forever special, never to be forgotten. It was power such as he had never known to exist. This crowd was his to command.
“THIS was why men devoted their lives to seeking the presidency, to bathe in this moment, like a warm ocean wave, a moment of utter perfection.”
“What made him so special in their minds? …it was they who’d done the choosing… They thought him different and special and perhaps even great… but that was perception, not reality. The reality of the moment was sweaty hands on the armored podium, a speech written by someone else, and a man who knew he was out of place, however pleasant the moment might be…” P. 313
3. “America is your child. America is a country forever young. America needs the right people to look after her. it is YOUR job to pick the right people, regardless of party, or race, or gender, or anything other than talent and integrity.” P. 638.
4. And if any man or woman wavers on an unsteady decision — I urge him or her to read, learn and inwardly digest these lines:
“Finally, and I say this to all nations who may wish us ill, the United States of America will not tolerate attacks on our country, our possessions, or our citizens…
“Whoever executes or orders such an attack, no matter who you are, no matter where you might hide, no matter how long it might take, we will come for you.
“I have sworn an oath before God, to execute my duties as President. That I will do. To those who wish to be our friends you will find no more faithful friend than we. To those who would be our enemies, remember that we can be faithful at that, too.
“Let us recall the words of President Abraham Lincoln: "With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds… to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves, and with all nations.” P. 872
Clancy ends the book with a quotation by Oliver Wendell Homes, Jr.
“It is now the moment when by common consent we pause to become conscious of our national life and to rejoice in it, to recall what our country has done for each of us, and to ask ourselves what we can do for our country in return.”
God bless our native land…
Thelma Jacqueline Straw, born in Massachusetts, of a Tennessee mother and a New Hampshire father… proud to be an American…
…excluding Dumpty Trumpy, who simply doesn't have the right shoe size to cross the threshold of 1600!
But Tom Clancy beat me to it!
In 1996… his inspiring novel Executive Orders… 874 pages
The wonderworker, who once sold insurance, sets out the rules: How to Be the Chief in the Oval Office… far better than all the university and wily beltway pols…
Some of you have read, learned and inwardly digested Clancy’s rules for the Big Chief.
I’d like to share with you some of my favorites written by this gentle giant…
1. “Every state on the Gulf feared Iran for its size, for its large population, and for the religious fervor of its citizens. For the Sunni religious, the fear was about a perceived departure from the true course of Islam. For everyone else, it was about what would happen to them when ‘heretics’ assumed control of the region…” P. 133
2. For how to behave as a new POTUS: “God, it’s like a narcotic, Jack thought, understanding just then why people entered politics. No man could stand here like this, hearing the noise, seeing the faces, and not love the moment. …He WAS the United States of America. He was their President, but more than that, he was the embodiment of their hopes, their desires, the image of their own nation, and because of that they were willing to love someone they didn’t know, to cheer his every word, to hope that for a brief moment they could believe that he’d looked directly into each individual pair of eyes so that the moment would be forever special, never to be forgotten. It was power such as he had never known to exist. This crowd was his to command.
“THIS was why men devoted their lives to seeking the presidency, to bathe in this moment, like a warm ocean wave, a moment of utter perfection.”
“What made him so special in their minds? …it was they who’d done the choosing… They thought him different and special and perhaps even great… but that was perception, not reality. The reality of the moment was sweaty hands on the armored podium, a speech written by someone else, and a man who knew he was out of place, however pleasant the moment might be…” P. 313
3. “America is your child. America is a country forever young. America needs the right people to look after her. it is YOUR job to pick the right people, regardless of party, or race, or gender, or anything other than talent and integrity.” P. 638.
4. And if any man or woman wavers on an unsteady decision — I urge him or her to read, learn and inwardly digest these lines:
“Finally, and I say this to all nations who may wish us ill, the United States of America will not tolerate attacks on our country, our possessions, or our citizens…
“Whoever executes or orders such an attack, no matter who you are, no matter where you might hide, no matter how long it might take, we will come for you.
“I have sworn an oath before God, to execute my duties as President. That I will do. To those who wish to be our friends you will find no more faithful friend than we. To those who would be our enemies, remember that we can be faithful at that, too.
“Let us recall the words of President Abraham Lincoln: "With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds… to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves, and with all nations.” P. 872
Clancy ends the book with a quotation by Oliver Wendell Homes, Jr.
“It is now the moment when by common consent we pause to become conscious of our national life and to rejoice in it, to recall what our country has done for each of us, and to ask ourselves what we can do for our country in return.”
God bless our native land…
Thelma Jacqueline Straw, born in Massachusetts, of a Tennessee mother and a New Hampshire father… proud to be an American…
Sunday, August 23, 2015
How to Recruit Crime Writers
It might be easier for want-to-be crime fiction writers to file routine applications than to go through the dog and pony show that is often harder than executing a gentle freefall safely from the bar on the 101st floor of the new 1 World Trade Center in dense fog!
Suppose the Acquiring editors of the Big Five Publishers decided to force authors to fill out application forms based on the 3-page questionnaire found in the Al Qaeda applications from Osama bin Laden's compound!
That Navy SEAL raid gives us food for thought!
How many potential crime writers would find this a helpful exercise?
Would YOU be able to get a passing grade? Get hired?
Test your own skills…
Al Qaeda Job Application: In the name of Allah the compassionate and merciful… please write clearly and legibly.
Please answer the required information accurately and truthfully!
1. What are your career objectives?
2. Have you ever been convicted of a crime by any court?
3. Any hobbies or pastimes?
4. What is your favorite material - science or literature?
5. Are any of your relatives or friends in the jihad theatre?
6. List the types of passports you possess.
7. Did you use a real or forged passport for your current travel?
8. Do you wish to execute a suicide operation?
9. What objectives would you like to accomplish on your jihad path?
10. Do you have any chronic or hereditary disease (s)?
11. Who should we contact in case you become a martyr?
Address -------------------------------
Phone number ------------------------
12. What Shayks do you listen to or read often?
13. Do you know anyone who travels to Western countries?
14. Have you ever been in jail or prison?
Please provide some personal background (nicknames are welcome) and core proficiencies. Language skills and extracurriculars are a big plus!
Questions are followed by lines for an address and phone number of the person who will be informed of your not-so-accidental death ...
Hey, friends, who knew that in the dusty, arid mountains around Tora Bora there was a cave devoted to Al Qaeda's H.R. Dept… codifying the skill-sets of every applicant!!
Thelma J. Straw
Suppose the Acquiring editors of the Big Five Publishers decided to force authors to fill out application forms based on the 3-page questionnaire found in the Al Qaeda applications from Osama bin Laden's compound!
That Navy SEAL raid gives us food for thought!
How many potential crime writers would find this a helpful exercise?
Would YOU be able to get a passing grade? Get hired?
Test your own skills…
Al Qaeda Job Application: In the name of Allah the compassionate and merciful… please write clearly and legibly.
Please answer the required information accurately and truthfully!
1. What are your career objectives?
2. Have you ever been convicted of a crime by any court?
3. Any hobbies or pastimes?
4. What is your favorite material - science or literature?
5. Are any of your relatives or friends in the jihad theatre?
6. List the types of passports you possess.
7. Did you use a real or forged passport for your current travel?
8. Do you wish to execute a suicide operation?
9. What objectives would you like to accomplish on your jihad path?
10. Do you have any chronic or hereditary disease (s)?
11. Who should we contact in case you become a martyr?
Address -------------------------------
Phone number ------------------------
12. What Shayks do you listen to or read often?
13. Do you know anyone who travels to Western countries?
14. Have you ever been in jail or prison?
Please provide some personal background (nicknames are welcome) and core proficiencies. Language skills and extracurriculars are a big plus!
Questions are followed by lines for an address and phone number of the person who will be informed of your not-so-accidental death ...
Hey, friends, who knew that in the dusty, arid mountains around Tora Bora there was a cave devoted to Al Qaeda's H.R. Dept… codifying the skill-sets of every applicant!!
Thelma J. Straw
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Dare to Dream
DARE to DREAM with Jason Henry…Building on a groundswell in the New York Chapter of MWA, as chronicled by our own beloved Annamaria Alfieri on the official MWA website, added to by comments of CWC members Sheila York, Thelma Straw and others, bonding with the brand new pristine white T-shirts worn to Deadly Ink this very week by members of Crime Writer's Chronicle, I present another member of the growing mystery community of conferences — Jason Henry, of Colorado Springs, the Director of the Pikes Peak Writers Conference for April 15-17, 2016!
DARE to DREAM is the appropriate title of this friendly gathering at the Colorado Springs Marriott.
In his welcome Jason writes… to each of us writers… "Dreams are the foundation of the world we live in… together, we'll Dare to Dream!"
You and I all started with our little dreams - some became huge and famous, some are still in the womb stages... all are wonderful… they are YOU and ME and all our writer friends and colleagues!
Welcome to Jason Henry!
Thelma Straw
P.S. I admit I have a fond memory re Colorado Springs, as I was privileged to direct their YWCA Camp one summer a zillion years ago ! God's country, that land!
For me, being a writer is a relatively new idea in the grand scheme of things. In fact, the crazy notion didn’t occur to me until, roughly, seven years ago, and I only began taking it seriously in the last five. I suppose there are many reasons why I was a late literary bloomer, but I don’t think those excuses are overly relevant.
I made it.
I’m here.
You see, having been born into small town, Ohio, my horizons as a youngster didn’t appear to be very broad. I was faced with a future as a farmer, a factory worker, or, if my beloved grandmother had her way, I would grow to become a preacher. (Sorry, Grandma. I am an epic fail with that one!) Despite my hometown, I, like all kids, still had fanciful dreams. You know, the usual; a lion tamer, a snake charmer, or Batman.
At the age of nine, I became an Army brat. I was whisked away from Ohio and moved from one location to the next as my step-father’s job dictated. With every move, my horizons broadened and my dreams grew. The world was a much bigger place than small town, Ohio would have me believe. As my view of the world expanded, so did the scope of my dreams.
Of all my youthful fantasies, the grandest was that of being a rock star. And I chased that dream. I grew to become a singer and a guitar player. I was the front man for a couple of bands and, believe it or not, got really close to finding success. Then, the ugly side of the industry bared its fangs and I walked away. In fact, I pretty much ran right back to small town, Ohio and settled into the life of a factory worker. I did well for myself, working my way up to management at a young age, but there was always a void. I was perpetually miserable as I tried to narrow my views and squeeze into a box that was far too small for who I had become. I didn’t fit into the mold of the American dream. A corner house with a white picket fence, a dog, a cat, a wife, and 2.5 kids was too conventional for me. The more I tried to be that person, the more unhappy I became.
Then I began writing. Not song lyrics this time, but stories. Suddenly, I had dreams again. I had aspirations and my love for life was renewed. I was bitten so hard by the writing bug that I was looking for every possible way to scratch the itch. While my creative soul set its heart on being a writer, the rest of me knew I had to return to a place I had fallen in love with. Colorado Springs, Colorado.
One day, I did just that. I dropped everything and decided to start anew in the shade of Pikes Peak. It didn’t take long to find out that my heart was a very efficient tour guide. I found myself joining a little writing group on Thursday nights. Through that group I discovered Pikes Peak Writers and made the best decision I’ve ever made; I got involved with the Pikes Peak Writers Conference. In April of 2016, I will attend my fourth conference. However, I won’t be there as just an attendee. I also have the incredible honor of being the Conference Director.
If you were to go back in time and visit that small town boy, he would tell you that he loved books, that he preferred to read over watching TV, and that (even at a young age) Edgar Allen Poe was his favorite author. However, he would not say that he dreamed of writing a novel, or directing a writer’s conference. Regardless, I am glad that my journey took me in this unexpected direction.
I wish I could answer why I was chosen as the Conference Director. I can say that Pikes Peak Writers Conference has a near twenty-five year tradition of being one of the best and friendliest writer’s conferences in the United States. That tradition was built by people who are passionate about writing, about preserving a place in this world for literature. They are a group dedicated to educating and encouraging writers of all backgrounds and abilities. At every conference, Pikes Peak Writers bringsin some of the best and most successful authors who have already found theirplaces on the bookshelves and introduces them to writers who are striving tojoin them. We do not discriminate, we do not judge. We offer something forevery palate. Each year Pikes Peak Writers looks for new ideas, new energy, andways to keep their conference fresh, current and engaging. Perhaps that’s why Iwas chosen this year. A new face who shares the passion that Pikes Peak Writershas displayed for so long.
I can’t predict my future as a writer. I would like to believe that there is a place on the bookshelves for a cover displaying my name. I want to think that, in the near future, I can completely erase the doubts of a small town boy with narrow horizons and live my dream. I want to find my place in this world as an author, as someone who believes in the beauty of words, of stories, of the imagination. I want to take a copy of my novel and personally deliver it to that small town library back home, thereby proving to everyone that, as long as you dare to dream it, it can happen. No matter your predispositions. That is my overall goal, the legacy I wish to leave in my absence. I want to inspire people to step out of their presumed, preassigned destinies and have the courage to follow their hearts.
As director for the 2016 Pikes Peak Writers Conference, I want to uphold the tradition of encouraging others to pursue their dreams, to let go of their inhibitions and put words onto paper. That is why Pikes Peak Writers feels like home for me. They are family. They don’t just get behind me, they walk with me and continuously tell me that I can. They provide the workshops that teach necessary skills, but that isn’t all. I learn about the life of a writer, about the ever-changing world of publishing, aboutthe inclusion and necessity of a social media presence, and so much more. But,the most important thing I have learned from my involvement with Pikes Peak Writers is that I am not alone. There are so many other amazing writers who are on this journey with me. No matter what stage of the adventure they are on, they turn around and look for me, grab my hand, and pull me forward. They lead me toward the realization of my dreams.
As Director,I would love for everyone to join me in April of 2016. However, no matter what you decide, I hope that you will understand the beauty and importance of what you are doing as a writer. It’s more than the money. It’s more than the notoriety. It’s even more than an ISPN number and a place on a bookstore shelf. Writing is about evolving. We have the ability to prove to children everywhere, including small town Ohio, that the world is much bigger than what they see when they open their eyes. As long as they open their minds, look to that horizon line and run toward the edge of the world, there are no limits to where they can go.
As long as we Dare To Dream, there is indeed hope.
Jason P. Henry
Conference Director
2016 Pikes Peak Writers Conference
When he's not working with the dedicated and passionate people of Pikes Peak Writers, Jason P. Henry is lost in a world of serial killers, psychopaths, and other unsavory folks. Ask him what he is thinking, but only at your own risk. More often than not he is plotting a murder, considering the next victim, or twisting seemingly innocent things into dark and demented ideas. A Suspense, Thriller and Horror writer with a dark, twisted sense of humor, Jason strives to make people squirm, cringe, and laugh. He loves to offer a smile, but is quick to leave you wondering what lies behind it. Jason P. Henry is best summed up by the great philosopher Eminem “I'm friends with the monsters beside of my bed, get along with the voices inside of my head.” Learn more about Jason at www.jasonphenry.com.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
What's In a Name?
"I would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career that before developing his talent he would be wise to develop a thick hide!"
(Nelle) Harper Lee
Recently I read in the NYT about Canada's Prime Minister — Stephen Harper — on the same day the air waves were filled with the new news of Harper Lee.
I wondered: Is there ever any connection between people who bear the same name?
Lee — to most Americans — means Robert E. Lee. ( My Tennessee born mother named my brother Robert, after the famous American.)
And many of us connect the name Harper to Harper's Ferry.
The name of Angela Merkel is in the news, daily — vast numbers of Americans (of a certain age) connect that name with Angela Lansbury of Cabot's Cove, Maine.
And many think — Jimmy Carter — when they see Ashton Carter on the news — and Ashton is a far cry from a peanut farmer!
The British Foreign Secretary, Philip Hammond, connects in my mind to Prince Philip and Hammond organs!
Elvira Nabiullina — the Governor of Russia's Central Bank — I can't imagine a Russian woman having the name Elvira!
And the name Brokaw will always be that famous nightly news anchor!
A quick glance at just one page of the daily Times shows a bunch of names with no hint as to their origin - Lebo, Kilgo, Morey, Capote, Nabel, Finch, Gettleman, Randle, Delzell — to name a few.
And who among us would name their kid… Tiger?
So, you ask, what does this have to do with crime writing?
Just ask any sober writer… "Where do you find the names for your characters?"
Not always an easy task… sometimes a writer takes days… or months… to come up with the perfect name…
And then has another problem… when you have the name in your head… can you find a story to use it in?
Today we are fascinated by the names Harper Lee used. And this interest brought me to her own life…
She accompanied Truman Capote to Holcomb, Kansas, to assist him in the research of what became In Cold Blood.
She also wrote part of a novel — The Long Goodbye — and of a factual book about an Alabama serial murderer.
She also researched a true-crime book — The Reverend. (Now that tickles my interest — was the guy the criminal?)
Speaking of names — Gregory Peck's own grandson is named for her — Harper Peck Voll!
In 2007, Lee told the audience of the Alabama Academy of Honor — "Well, it's better to be silent than to be a fool!"
In 2007 President G.W. Bush presented her with the Presidential Medal of Freedom — the highest civilian award in the USA!
In 2010 President Obama awarded her the National Medal of Arts.
In 2015 Harper Lee issued a statement: "I'm alive and kicking and happy as hell with the reactions to "Watchman"!
Way to go, Nelle… my kinda writer!
T. J. Straw
P.S. If you have followed news on the current publication of the Harper Lee book, you will find a piece by James Scott Bell of great interest.
Go to the blog — Jungle Red — for 7/18… to Lucy Burdette's referral to James Scott Bell's post on Kill Zone for 7/16. Then read Bell's post on Kill Zone.
Both Bell's ideas and his reader comments are excellent! This is the best I've seen anywhere.
I'd love to read your own comments on this topic! Hope you will share with us here at CWC! tjs
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Doug Brin, Renaissance Man for Our Time
As writer, artist, and diarist, with careers in advertising, public relations, fine arts, teaching, journalism—(he worked as feature writer of politics and show business for The Daily News)—Doug Brin has been called by Donald Rubin, the founder and Chairman of The Rubin Museum of Art, "A great, undiscovered American artist!"
And to thousands of Manhattan audiences Doug is a guru they flock to hear—especially his stimulating discussions on world and local politics!
Based in New York City, Doug seems bigger than life! No shrinking violet in person or stature, this creative artist also has a photographic memory for names—which endears him to his audiences in the Big Apple!
He has been called a Renaissance Man for the 21st Century.
Through July 31, 2015, his art works are presented at the Derfner Judaica Museum at the Hebrew Home at Riverdale, in the lobby gallery of the William Goldfine Pavillion. The free event is open to the public. (Tel. 718-581-1596.)
Doug's 17 illustrated journals were created between 1987 and 2013 and represent a selection from a larger body of writings begun at age 22. Brin, now 67, utilizes micrographic writing, abstracted drawing, and collage elements to explore topical, historical, and literary themes.
Filled with personal observations, plus cut and pasted excerpts from newspapers and magazines, the journals comprise a unique history of our times.
Brin's musings reflect a broad range of current events from the worlds of politics, entertainment, and literature.
He provides running commentaries on national elections, the aftermath of 9/11, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, Tennessee Williams, and Mary McCarthy.
His imagery has been called "excruciatingly detailed, recording wide-ranging personal and popular interests."
Critics describe Brin's journals as an "obsessive-compulsive" nature to record a life that has included over 30 jobs, including independent school teaching and current events seminars for adults (some I have attended are delightfully hilarious—on American presidents and their wives).
Brin's novel THE SEVENTH SON, published by Electron Press, might be of interest to CWC readers.
"This is not a conventional crime novel, but it has several murders and a much-hunted down protagonist… I've always felt it could be a new Catcher in the Rye for the young folk who otherwise don't read!" (Doug Brin)
To his many friends and adoring audiences, Doug is NEVER dull! In 2007 he made NY headlines by losing his job as a volunteer docent at the Central Park Zoo—where he admits he was "perhaps the best guide there is!"—after making a crack to his listeners about the president!
A smiling Doug can be found on Facebook.
Shy and retiring—not at all adjectives for this talented New Yorker. Watch for his comments in the Grey Lady's letters to the editor and in his various lectures on topics such as "The Kings and Queens of England" (guaranteed to make you laugh!)
You can contact Doug Brin at dbrin@rcn.com—or ask me when he is scheduled to give a talk (always entertaining!) at the 92nd Street Y!
Some people make a lasting impression—either in person, by their work or by their art. Doug walks into a room and at once everyone notices him! You may want to look for his art, his writings, or, better still, try to attend one of his artistic, literary or world news lectures! I am delighted to share this fascinating, talented man with readers of Crime Writer's Chronicle today.
T. J. Straw
And to thousands of Manhattan audiences Doug is a guru they flock to hear—especially his stimulating discussions on world and local politics!
Based in New York City, Doug seems bigger than life! No shrinking violet in person or stature, this creative artist also has a photographic memory for names—which endears him to his audiences in the Big Apple!
He has been called a Renaissance Man for the 21st Century.
Through July 31, 2015, his art works are presented at the Derfner Judaica Museum at the Hebrew Home at Riverdale, in the lobby gallery of the William Goldfine Pavillion. The free event is open to the public. (Tel. 718-581-1596.)
Doug's 17 illustrated journals were created between 1987 and 2013 and represent a selection from a larger body of writings begun at age 22. Brin, now 67, utilizes micrographic writing, abstracted drawing, and collage elements to explore topical, historical, and literary themes.
Filled with personal observations, plus cut and pasted excerpts from newspapers and magazines, the journals comprise a unique history of our times.
Brin's musings reflect a broad range of current events from the worlds of politics, entertainment, and literature.
He provides running commentaries on national elections, the aftermath of 9/11, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, Tennessee Williams, and Mary McCarthy.
His imagery has been called "excruciatingly detailed, recording wide-ranging personal and popular interests."
Critics describe Brin's journals as an "obsessive-compulsive" nature to record a life that has included over 30 jobs, including independent school teaching and current events seminars for adults (some I have attended are delightfully hilarious—on American presidents and their wives).
Brin's novel THE SEVENTH SON, published by Electron Press, might be of interest to CWC readers.
"This is not a conventional crime novel, but it has several murders and a much-hunted down protagonist… I've always felt it could be a new Catcher in the Rye for the young folk who otherwise don't read!" (Doug Brin)
To his many friends and adoring audiences, Doug is NEVER dull! In 2007 he made NY headlines by losing his job as a volunteer docent at the Central Park Zoo—where he admits he was "perhaps the best guide there is!"—after making a crack to his listeners about the president!
A smiling Doug can be found on Facebook.
Shy and retiring—not at all adjectives for this talented New Yorker. Watch for his comments in the Grey Lady's letters to the editor and in his various lectures on topics such as "The Kings and Queens of England" (guaranteed to make you laugh!)
You can contact Doug Brin at dbrin@rcn.com—or ask me when he is scheduled to give a talk (always entertaining!) at the 92nd Street Y!
Some people make a lasting impression—either in person, by their work or by their art. Doug walks into a room and at once everyone notices him! You may want to look for his art, his writings, or, better still, try to attend one of his artistic, literary or world news lectures! I am delighted to share this fascinating, talented man with readers of Crime Writer's Chronicle today.
T. J. Straw
Sunday, June 28, 2015
How to Write about Sex & Respect Yourself in the Morning
Welcome, Alice Orr
Human beings are whole beings. They are born, grow, learn to use their bodies and minds, often have sex, procreate, create symphonies and novels, slow down in time and eventually leave the home planet…
Few topics breed as much controversy as sex. Some like it cold. Some like it hot. It's as different for each person as individual appreciation of the stars and moon…
Alice Orr has a long and distinguished history with Mystery Writers of America and Romance Writers of America. Award-winning author, literary agent, editor, lecturer - she is highly regarded by many writing institutions. She has been one of the strongest guiding lights in the development of Mystery Writers of America, New York Chapter, for many years. I am honored that she shares her expertise in so many areas of the publishing world with our very talented team at CWC today!
I recommend her book NO MORE REJECTIONS - 50 Secrets to Writing a Manuscript That Sells - to both new and experienced writers.
Thelma J. Straw
A glib title for a serious subject. Serious because it affects the quality of your storytelling. Badly written love scenes turn the reader off when they should turn the reader on. Specifically they turn the reader off to the rest of your story no matter how well it’s told.
Badly written love scenes are often written solely to titillate the reader. They don't deepen our understanding of your characters or advance your story in any real way. They aren’t about authentic real life because they don't reflect the complexity of human sexuality.
Worst of all badly written love scenes turn off editors and agents who’ve already suffered through reading too many of them. Though they seldom read them to the end. Those authors cared too much about tweaking the libido and not enough about touching the heart and that sent them to the rejection pile.
Notice I refer to love scenes not sex scenes. When these scenes work they’re about love in its many facets not just sex in its single facet.
I'm obviously not talking about writing pornography – a perfectly legitimate genre if you choose it but not my choice here. Not because I’m going all moral on you but because I’m going all market on you.
The readers of novels are mostly female. Romance. Fantasy. Literary. Even Mystery. All read mostly by women. Fifty Shades of Grey not withstanding – most women readers aren’t captured – hooked in storytelling terms – by slam-bam sex-only lust-making devoid of love.
The sales potential of pornography also has its limits though erotica is now finding a mass market. Nonetheless mainstream fiction – both commercial and literary – has broader potential for book sales over the broad expanse of a career. Note how few pornography titles become bestsellers – Fifty Shades of Grey not withstanding.
I don't mean you should write lukewarm love scenes. You should write hot love scenes. Love scenes are hot when they’re passionate. Passion isn’t only a physical turn-on. Passion resonates throughout your characters’ lives far beyond the bedroom.
It's okay to be honest about the turn-on. In fact it’s essential. Well-written love scenes turn readers on sexually. They also turn you on when you write them. If they don't you should probably rewrite because you’ve probably failed to create true passion between your characters.
If you fail to communicate passion to yourself how can you communicate it to your readers? And if you fail to communicate with your readers how can you respect yourself in the morning?
My current novel is A YEAR OF SUMMER SHADOWS – Riverton Road Romantic Suspense Series Book #2 – available at amazon.com/author/aliceorr. This is my 13th novel and if you don’t like passionate love scenes you should avoid Chapter 26.
Alice Orr
Human beings are whole beings. They are born, grow, learn to use their bodies and minds, often have sex, procreate, create symphonies and novels, slow down in time and eventually leave the home planet…
Few topics breed as much controversy as sex. Some like it cold. Some like it hot. It's as different for each person as individual appreciation of the stars and moon…
Alice Orr has a long and distinguished history with Mystery Writers of America and Romance Writers of America. Award-winning author, literary agent, editor, lecturer - she is highly regarded by many writing institutions. She has been one of the strongest guiding lights in the development of Mystery Writers of America, New York Chapter, for many years. I am honored that she shares her expertise in so many areas of the publishing world with our very talented team at CWC today!
I recommend her book NO MORE REJECTIONS - 50 Secrets to Writing a Manuscript That Sells - to both new and experienced writers.
Thelma J. Straw
A glib title for a serious subject. Serious because it affects the quality of your storytelling. Badly written love scenes turn the reader off when they should turn the reader on. Specifically they turn the reader off to the rest of your story no matter how well it’s told.
Badly written love scenes are often written solely to titillate the reader. They don't deepen our understanding of your characters or advance your story in any real way. They aren’t about authentic real life because they don't reflect the complexity of human sexuality.
Worst of all badly written love scenes turn off editors and agents who’ve already suffered through reading too many of them. Though they seldom read them to the end. Those authors cared too much about tweaking the libido and not enough about touching the heart and that sent them to the rejection pile.
Notice I refer to love scenes not sex scenes. When these scenes work they’re about love in its many facets not just sex in its single facet.
I'm obviously not talking about writing pornography – a perfectly legitimate genre if you choose it but not my choice here. Not because I’m going all moral on you but because I’m going all market on you.
The readers of novels are mostly female. Romance. Fantasy. Literary. Even Mystery. All read mostly by women. Fifty Shades of Grey not withstanding – most women readers aren’t captured – hooked in storytelling terms – by slam-bam sex-only lust-making devoid of love.
The sales potential of pornography also has its limits though erotica is now finding a mass market. Nonetheless mainstream fiction – both commercial and literary – has broader potential for book sales over the broad expanse of a career. Note how few pornography titles become bestsellers – Fifty Shades of Grey not withstanding.
I don't mean you should write lukewarm love scenes. You should write hot love scenes. Love scenes are hot when they’re passionate. Passion isn’t only a physical turn-on. Passion resonates throughout your characters’ lives far beyond the bedroom.
It's okay to be honest about the turn-on. In fact it’s essential. Well-written love scenes turn readers on sexually. They also turn you on when you write them. If they don't you should probably rewrite because you’ve probably failed to create true passion between your characters.
If you fail to communicate passion to yourself how can you communicate it to your readers? And if you fail to communicate with your readers how can you respect yourself in the morning?
My current novel is A YEAR OF SUMMER SHADOWS – Riverton Road Romantic Suspense Series Book #2 – available at amazon.com/author/aliceorr. This is my 13th novel and if you don’t like passionate love scenes you should avoid Chapter 26.
Alice Orr
Sunday, June 14, 2015
The Ebook Dilemma
A Man Who Wears Hats of Many Talents…
My warmest memories of Tom are not merely from his work at Murder Ink, the world's first mystery bookstore, but as a member of the planning group at my apartment a few years ago, when the MWA-NY Mentor Committee devised mysterious ways to encourage new MWA writers in their work!
Welcome again to CWC, Tom, and congratulations on your new achievements in this mysterious, challenging world of crime fiction!
We have the same intitials - TJS, but I wish I could be as famous as Tom!
T.J. Straw
Hello again. Two years ago, my first post in the Crime Writers’ Chronicle was about venturing back into the world of publishing after a long absence. Now I’m posting a sort of progress report based on my experiences in the last two years. It’s mostly positive, but not all. I’ve noticed a problem in our industry that you may have noticed as well, and I think we should address it.
First, the good news: I have two new titles since I was last here. A Penny for the Hangman was published last October, and Mrs. John Doe will be published this coming October. Mrs. John Doe is something new for me, a novel of espionage and international intrigue, and it’s the first novel I’ve ever written that isn’t set in the USA. My title character is a classic “innocent bystander” running all over England and France, pursued by shadowy assassins who are willing to kill her for something she inadvertently has in her possession. I had a lot of fun writing it, and early readers seem to be enjoying it. I’m also writing a new novel about a type of criminal I’ve never tackled before: con artists. And my entire backlist is now back in print, so I’m doing well at the moment. Still, there’s this problem…
My two new titles are ebook originals from Alibi, Penguin Random House’s new line of electronic-only mysteries. This means they are not available in “book” form, either hardcover or paperback. My self-published backlist titles are also available only as ebooks—I can’t yet afford to offer them in a print-on-demand paperback format. And that’s my problem: A lot of people are missing out on my works, both newand old. Why?
Because they refuse to read ebooks.
Yes, it’s true. I know, because people have gone out of their way to tell me that. Electronic publishing has been heralded as the publishing wave of the future, the new format for reading. Ebooks are the convenient, space-saving, paper-conserving, eco-friendly, relatively inexpensive alternative to hardcovers and paperbacks. Unfortunately, many readers simply will not purchase them. And that’s only half the problem.
While there is a resistance in the marketplace, there is also a problem in the industry itself. The major (and minor) publishers have not yet developed a way to market ebooks effectively. They run ads here and there, but what else can they do? You can’t hold ebook signings in brick-and-mortar bookstores where the product itself is not available for sale. You can’t send the authors around on tour to promote the work. Where would they go? Where would they appear when they got there? How would they sell the ebooks? Similarly, literary magazines and journals don’t review ebooks, only “real” books, so there’s no chance of good reviews that might spur sales. And most literary awards do not recognize electronic publishing. There may soon be a Pulitzer or Edgar or Hammett category for ebooks, but they don’t have them yet.
In other words, anyone who publishes electronic-only ebooks—like, for instance, me—has very few opportunities to promote their work or even have it recognized by the literary community. I’d like to be able to report that this state of affairs will soon change, but I see no early signs of it happening anytime soon. Ebooks—the “wave of the future”—are being greeted with decidedly mixed feelings, and we writers who have no choice in the matter are the ultimate victims of this Catch-22 situation. I have no idea how this is all going to end. If anyone out there has ideas or suggestions, I and many other writers would love to hear them.
I’d like to thank Thelma Straw and the Crime Writers’ Chronicle for inviting me here again and allowing me to present this to you. Later, folks!
© 2015 Tom Savage
TOM SAVAGE is the author of eight novels and numerous short stories. Many of his short works (plus a brand new novella!) are available in his collection, Jumbie Tea and Other Things: 8 Tales of Mystery and Suspense. His next novel, Mrs John Doe, will be published by Penguin Random House in October 2015. His bestselling novel, Valentine, was made into a Warner Bros. film. He lives in NYC, where he worked for many years at Murder Ink®, the world’s first mystery bookstore. Visit him at www.tomsavagebooks.com.
My warmest memories of Tom are not merely from his work at Murder Ink, the world's first mystery bookstore, but as a member of the planning group at my apartment a few years ago, when the MWA-NY Mentor Committee devised mysterious ways to encourage new MWA writers in their work!
Welcome again to CWC, Tom, and congratulations on your new achievements in this mysterious, challenging world of crime fiction!
We have the same intitials - TJS, but I wish I could be as famous as Tom!
T.J. Straw
Hello again. Two years ago, my first post in the Crime Writers’ Chronicle was about venturing back into the world of publishing after a long absence. Now I’m posting a sort of progress report based on my experiences in the last two years. It’s mostly positive, but not all. I’ve noticed a problem in our industry that you may have noticed as well, and I think we should address it.
First, the good news: I have two new titles since I was last here. A Penny for the Hangman was published last October, and Mrs. John Doe will be published this coming October. Mrs. John Doe is something new for me, a novel of espionage and international intrigue, and it’s the first novel I’ve ever written that isn’t set in the USA. My title character is a classic “innocent bystander” running all over England and France, pursued by shadowy assassins who are willing to kill her for something she inadvertently has in her possession. I had a lot of fun writing it, and early readers seem to be enjoying it. I’m also writing a new novel about a type of criminal I’ve never tackled before: con artists. And my entire backlist is now back in print, so I’m doing well at the moment. Still, there’s this problem…
My two new titles are ebook originals from Alibi, Penguin Random House’s new line of electronic-only mysteries. This means they are not available in “book” form, either hardcover or paperback. My self-published backlist titles are also available only as ebooks—I can’t yet afford to offer them in a print-on-demand paperback format. And that’s my problem: A lot of people are missing out on my works, both newand old. Why?
Because they refuse to read ebooks.
Yes, it’s true. I know, because people have gone out of their way to tell me that. Electronic publishing has been heralded as the publishing wave of the future, the new format for reading. Ebooks are the convenient, space-saving, paper-conserving, eco-friendly, relatively inexpensive alternative to hardcovers and paperbacks. Unfortunately, many readers simply will not purchase them. And that’s only half the problem.
While there is a resistance in the marketplace, there is also a problem in the industry itself. The major (and minor) publishers have not yet developed a way to market ebooks effectively. They run ads here and there, but what else can they do? You can’t hold ebook signings in brick-and-mortar bookstores where the product itself is not available for sale. You can’t send the authors around on tour to promote the work. Where would they go? Where would they appear when they got there? How would they sell the ebooks? Similarly, literary magazines and journals don’t review ebooks, only “real” books, so there’s no chance of good reviews that might spur sales. And most literary awards do not recognize electronic publishing. There may soon be a Pulitzer or Edgar or Hammett category for ebooks, but they don’t have them yet.
In other words, anyone who publishes electronic-only ebooks—like, for instance, me—has very few opportunities to promote their work or even have it recognized by the literary community. I’d like to be able to report that this state of affairs will soon change, but I see no early signs of it happening anytime soon. Ebooks—the “wave of the future”—are being greeted with decidedly mixed feelings, and we writers who have no choice in the matter are the ultimate victims of this Catch-22 situation. I have no idea how this is all going to end. If anyone out there has ideas or suggestions, I and many other writers would love to hear them.
I’d like to thank Thelma Straw and the Crime Writers’ Chronicle for inviting me here again and allowing me to present this to you. Later, folks!
© 2015 Tom Savage
TOM SAVAGE is the author of eight novels and numerous short stories. Many of his short works (plus a brand new novella!) are available in his collection, Jumbie Tea and Other Things: 8 Tales of Mystery and Suspense. His next novel, Mrs John Doe, will be published by Penguin Random House in October 2015. His bestselling novel, Valentine, was made into a Warner Bros. film. He lives in NYC, where he worked for many years at Murder Ink®, the world’s first mystery bookstore. Visit him at www.tomsavagebooks.com.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Know When to Hold ’Em, Know When to fold ’Em
Matt Coyle Revisits Crime Writer’s Chronicle…
His first novel, Yesterday’s Echo, won the Anthony Award - Best First Novel, the San Diego Book Award for Best Published Mystery and the prestigious Benjamin Franklin Silver Award. Rick Cahill now stars in Matt’s second novel, Night Tremors. We welcome Matt again, and his yellow Lab, Angus. They both live in San Diego - Matt, does Angus also write???
T. J. Straw
It took me eleven years, from first words on a floppy disk to actual pub date, to become a published author. During the wilderness years, a very nice agent who had given me a close rejection on my first book told me that she'd heard Jonathan Kellerman wrote nine novels before he was published. I think she meant to encourage me. It might have worked if I'd been in my thirties or even early forties, but I was fifty. I did the math. At the pace I was going, I'd be dead before I was published. I didn't want to be the next John Kennedy Toole.
However, I intended to write a series and thought the first book was essential in laying the foundation for the main character and his future development. After more revisions and another year of rejections, I began to wonder if I'd written, and rewritten, a story that nobody wanted to read. Was I going to be that writer who just kept writing his first book over and over while his life passed by? Over a four year span, I'd received almost one hundred agent rejections or ignores. I was running out of agents to reject me. I sent the manuscript out to the last few agents on my list and then closed the book on that first book.
Finally, I started writing the next book in the series. A few chapters in, I received yet another rejection for the first. The closest rejection I'd gotten to date. The agent told me what she thought the book lacked and agreed to look at it again if I addressed her concerns in revision. When I'd started writing the second book, I had finally given up on the first. I convinced myself that the first was the book I needed to write to learn my protagonist but it would never be published. People were living longer these days and maybe I'd be luckier than Jonathan Kellerman. Maybe it would only take me two novels to get published.
My writers group told me they liked what I'd written so far in book two better than book one. Still, I'd put so much time into the first one, I wasn't sure I could let it die. I finally decided to send it, along with the agent's notes, to Carolyn Wheat. She'd read earlier versions of the book in writing novel classes she'd taught and I'd attended. I asked her if was worth her time (and my money, of course) to look the book over and worth my time to revise it, yet again. Yes on both counts.
Weeks later, Carolyn sent me back twelve single-spaced pages of notes. She found even more weaknesses than had the agent. Her suggestions for improvement were good, but I didn’t know if I could rip and rewrite the book for the fourth or fifth time. Besides, book two now had my interest, my energy. Book one was an anchor, a reminder of failure. But I still thought it was a story worth telling. I decided to give it one last try.
It took another two years of revisions to get the book exactly were I wanted it. The agent who’d given me the last rejection had faded away from publishing. I sent the book out again and still got rejections. I sent it to agents who’d rejected or ignored it before. The title had changed and so had the book. But maybe not enough.
Finally, Kimberley Cameron said yes. Six months later so did Oceanview Publishing. Yesterday’s Echo was born.Two years later, it won the Anthony Award for Best First Novel. Eleven years to publication. Close to one hundred rejections. And I'm thankful for every one of them. If an agent had said yes earlier, the book would have been inferior and probably never been published. And I wouldn't have met Kimberley Cameron, the perfect agent for me.
I’m not sure I’d advise other writers to follow my path. You have to be very stubborn or very stupid. Or maybe just convinced that your first story is worth telling.
That second book? I had to revise it, too. Just not for eleven years. Night Tremors hits the shelves on June 2nd.
© 2015 Matt Coyle
His first novel, Yesterday’s Echo, won the Anthony Award - Best First Novel, the San Diego Book Award for Best Published Mystery and the prestigious Benjamin Franklin Silver Award. Rick Cahill now stars in Matt’s second novel, Night Tremors. We welcome Matt again, and his yellow Lab, Angus. They both live in San Diego - Matt, does Angus also write???
T. J. Straw
It took me eleven years, from first words on a floppy disk to actual pub date, to become a published author. During the wilderness years, a very nice agent who had given me a close rejection on my first book told me that she'd heard Jonathan Kellerman wrote nine novels before he was published. I think she meant to encourage me. It might have worked if I'd been in my thirties or even early forties, but I was fifty. I did the math. At the pace I was going, I'd be dead before I was published. I didn't want to be the next John Kennedy Toole.
However, I intended to write a series and thought the first book was essential in laying the foundation for the main character and his future development. After more revisions and another year of rejections, I began to wonder if I'd written, and rewritten, a story that nobody wanted to read. Was I going to be that writer who just kept writing his first book over and over while his life passed by? Over a four year span, I'd received almost one hundred agent rejections or ignores. I was running out of agents to reject me. I sent the manuscript out to the last few agents on my list and then closed the book on that first book.
Finally, I started writing the next book in the series. A few chapters in, I received yet another rejection for the first. The closest rejection I'd gotten to date. The agent told me what she thought the book lacked and agreed to look at it again if I addressed her concerns in revision. When I'd started writing the second book, I had finally given up on the first. I convinced myself that the first was the book I needed to write to learn my protagonist but it would never be published. People were living longer these days and maybe I'd be luckier than Jonathan Kellerman. Maybe it would only take me two novels to get published.
My writers group told me they liked what I'd written so far in book two better than book one. Still, I'd put so much time into the first one, I wasn't sure I could let it die. I finally decided to send it, along with the agent's notes, to Carolyn Wheat. She'd read earlier versions of the book in writing novel classes she'd taught and I'd attended. I asked her if was worth her time (and my money, of course) to look the book over and worth my time to revise it, yet again. Yes on both counts.
Weeks later, Carolyn sent me back twelve single-spaced pages of notes. She found even more weaknesses than had the agent. Her suggestions for improvement were good, but I didn’t know if I could rip and rewrite the book for the fourth or fifth time. Besides, book two now had my interest, my energy. Book one was an anchor, a reminder of failure. But I still thought it was a story worth telling. I decided to give it one last try.
It took another two years of revisions to get the book exactly were I wanted it. The agent who’d given me the last rejection had faded away from publishing. I sent the book out again and still got rejections. I sent it to agents who’d rejected or ignored it before. The title had changed and so had the book. But maybe not enough.
Finally, Kimberley Cameron said yes. Six months later so did Oceanview Publishing. Yesterday’s Echo was born.Two years later, it won the Anthony Award for Best First Novel. Eleven years to publication. Close to one hundred rejections. And I'm thankful for every one of them. If an agent had said yes earlier, the book would have been inferior and probably never been published. And I wouldn't have met Kimberley Cameron, the perfect agent for me.
I’m not sure I’d advise other writers to follow my path. You have to be very stubborn or very stupid. Or maybe just convinced that your first story is worth telling.
That second book? I had to revise it, too. Just not for eleven years. Night Tremors hits the shelves on June 2nd.
© 2015 Matt Coyle
Sunday, May 17, 2015
In Good Time
A Crime Writing Lawyer from Fitchburg, Mass
Hallie Ephron in my favorite Jungle Red Writers gave some excellent comments re the debut novel of Maine lawyer Brenda Buchanan on May 5. Now it struck me that… not only was May 5 my 99th birthday(!) but this writer was from the little mill town in Massachusetts where I made my own entrance on the planet! As I've never known any person from Fitchburg, I thought it would be fun to invite this Fitchburg gal to be a guest here.
She also studied with the noted Robert B.Parker, so I'm anxious to see if any of his genius trickles through her pages of Quick Pivot!
Buchanan, a former newspaper reporter at the Boston Globe, is now a lawyer in Portland, Maine. And my friends know how much I love Prout's Neck, a stone's throw from that Maine town—so I'm delighted to welcome Brenda to our wonderful group at Crime Writers' Chronicle today!
Thelma Jacqueline Straw (not quite 99 yet!)
I write this early on a spring morning in Maine, which is a lovely time of year in this beautiful state. The songbirds are chorusing, the showy red tulips in our front yard are in bloom and soon my spouse and I will go to the fabulous Portland Farmer’s Market, which moved outdoors to Deering Oaks Park two weeks ago, about a week after the last of the snow melted.
Spring always is a happy time when you live in a winter-weary place, but this spring is especially happy because my debut mystery, Quick Pivot, was released in late April. I thank Thelma for inviting me to stop by Crime Writers' Chronicle today to talk about Quick Pivot and, at her urging, my long and winding path to publication.
First, of course, the book. Here’s the skinny on Quick Pivot:
In 1968, a cunning thief skimmed a half a million dollars from the textile mill that was the beating heart of Riverside, Maine.
Sharp-eyed accountant George Desmond discovered the discrepancy, but was killed before he could report it. After stashing the body, the thief-turned-killer manipulated evidence to make it appear Desmond skipped town with the stolen money. When the mill went bankrupt several years later, Desmond’s name was mud.
In 2014, veteran journalist Joe Gale is writing a feature story about the long-defunct mill being turned into condominiums when Desmond’s bones are found bricked into a basement crawl space. When Joe digs through the morgue at the fading-fast Portland Daily Chronicle, he finds his deceased mentor, an old-school reporter named Paulie Finnegan, covered Desmond’s disappearance in 1968.
Joe tracks down Paulie’s sources—now in late middle age—and begins to piece together the truth about Desmond’s death. But those who muddied the evidentiary waters in 1968 are determined to keep Joe from exposing the secrets they’ve harbored for more than four decades, even if it means killing again.
Though most of the action in Quick Pivot occurs in a fictional town, many scenes happen in real Maine places, including Portland, Kennebunkport, Cape Elizabeth and Peaks Island, where I lived for many years. If you love coastal Maine but don’t get here as much as you’d like, Quick Pivot provides a sweet virtual visit.
As for Riverside, it was inspired in part by my hometown of Fitchburg, Massachusetts, which—like so many proud industrial cities in New England—fell on hard times after the family-owned mills were bought out by large corporations in the 1960s and 70s. Having spent my youth in a community scorched by that painful economic transition, it was natural for me to set Quick Pivot in a still-proud mill town fighting its way back to respectability.
My road to the writing life began at Fitchburg High school, where I was bitten hard by the journalism bug. Like every aspiring reporter in the mid-1970s, the notion of investigative journalism lit me up. Shortly after adoption of Title IX, two other firebrands and I wrote an exposé about the enormous disparity in spending between boys and girls athletic programs. The story made powerful people decidedly uncomfortable, and resulted in significant improvement to athletic opportunities for female students. It was a heady introduction to the transformational potential of good journalism, and no doubt is why Quick Pivot has a reporter as its protagonist.
A few years later Northeastern University’s vaunted co-op program gave me the opportunity to work in the newsroom at the Boston Globe. My jobs included a reporter trainee stint on what was known as the lobster shift, riding around Boston (and sometimes farther afield) from midnight until eight in the morning, covering fires, murders and other breaking news. It was an amazing experience for a 21-year-old woman.
During alternating academic semesters I studied creative writing with Professor Parker, as in Robert B. Parker, who was adjunct faculty at NU in those days. As you might imagine, Parker’s courses were an inspiration. While he never minced words when presented with a badly written story, he was supportive. Keep at it, he advised. It’s a long process.
After graduation I moved to Maine, where I worked at a weekly newspaper based in Kennebunk, covering a variety of beats including the courts.
By the time I was ready to take the next step in my life journalism jobs already were scant in Maine, but I was too smitten with its charms to leave, so I hung up my reporter’s spurs and headed to Maine Law School. I’ve practiced law for 25 years now. I’m fortunate to have great colleagues and wonderful clients. But I’ve always remained a writer at heart.
Several years ago, I heeded the voices of Joe Gale and the other Quick Pivot characters and began writing their story. Now here I sit, on a beautiful spring morning, with my first novel out there in the world. Like Professor Parker said, it was a long process.
© 2015 Brenda Buchanan
Author of the Joe Gale Mystery Series
www.brendabuchananwrites.com
Hallie Ephron in my favorite Jungle Red Writers gave some excellent comments re the debut novel of Maine lawyer Brenda Buchanan on May 5. Now it struck me that… not only was May 5 my 99th birthday(!) but this writer was from the little mill town in Massachusetts where I made my own entrance on the planet! As I've never known any person from Fitchburg, I thought it would be fun to invite this Fitchburg gal to be a guest here.
She also studied with the noted Robert B.Parker, so I'm anxious to see if any of his genius trickles through her pages of Quick Pivot!
Buchanan, a former newspaper reporter at the Boston Globe, is now a lawyer in Portland, Maine. And my friends know how much I love Prout's Neck, a stone's throw from that Maine town—so I'm delighted to welcome Brenda to our wonderful group at Crime Writers' Chronicle today!
Thelma Jacqueline Straw (not quite 99 yet!)
I write this early on a spring morning in Maine, which is a lovely time of year in this beautiful state. The songbirds are chorusing, the showy red tulips in our front yard are in bloom and soon my spouse and I will go to the fabulous Portland Farmer’s Market, which moved outdoors to Deering Oaks Park two weeks ago, about a week after the last of the snow melted.
Spring always is a happy time when you live in a winter-weary place, but this spring is especially happy because my debut mystery, Quick Pivot, was released in late April. I thank Thelma for inviting me to stop by Crime Writers' Chronicle today to talk about Quick Pivot and, at her urging, my long and winding path to publication.
First, of course, the book. Here’s the skinny on Quick Pivot:
In 1968, a cunning thief skimmed a half a million dollars from the textile mill that was the beating heart of Riverside, Maine.
Sharp-eyed accountant George Desmond discovered the discrepancy, but was killed before he could report it. After stashing the body, the thief-turned-killer manipulated evidence to make it appear Desmond skipped town with the stolen money. When the mill went bankrupt several years later, Desmond’s name was mud.
In 2014, veteran journalist Joe Gale is writing a feature story about the long-defunct mill being turned into condominiums when Desmond’s bones are found bricked into a basement crawl space. When Joe digs through the morgue at the fading-fast Portland Daily Chronicle, he finds his deceased mentor, an old-school reporter named Paulie Finnegan, covered Desmond’s disappearance in 1968.
Joe tracks down Paulie’s sources—now in late middle age—and begins to piece together the truth about Desmond’s death. But those who muddied the evidentiary waters in 1968 are determined to keep Joe from exposing the secrets they’ve harbored for more than four decades, even if it means killing again.
Though most of the action in Quick Pivot occurs in a fictional town, many scenes happen in real Maine places, including Portland, Kennebunkport, Cape Elizabeth and Peaks Island, where I lived for many years. If you love coastal Maine but don’t get here as much as you’d like, Quick Pivot provides a sweet virtual visit.
As for Riverside, it was inspired in part by my hometown of Fitchburg, Massachusetts, which—like so many proud industrial cities in New England—fell on hard times after the family-owned mills were bought out by large corporations in the 1960s and 70s. Having spent my youth in a community scorched by that painful economic transition, it was natural for me to set Quick Pivot in a still-proud mill town fighting its way back to respectability.
My road to the writing life began at Fitchburg High school, where I was bitten hard by the journalism bug. Like every aspiring reporter in the mid-1970s, the notion of investigative journalism lit me up. Shortly after adoption of Title IX, two other firebrands and I wrote an exposé about the enormous disparity in spending between boys and girls athletic programs. The story made powerful people decidedly uncomfortable, and resulted in significant improvement to athletic opportunities for female students. It was a heady introduction to the transformational potential of good journalism, and no doubt is why Quick Pivot has a reporter as its protagonist.
A few years later Northeastern University’s vaunted co-op program gave me the opportunity to work in the newsroom at the Boston Globe. My jobs included a reporter trainee stint on what was known as the lobster shift, riding around Boston (and sometimes farther afield) from midnight until eight in the morning, covering fires, murders and other breaking news. It was an amazing experience for a 21-year-old woman.
During alternating academic semesters I studied creative writing with Professor Parker, as in Robert B. Parker, who was adjunct faculty at NU in those days. As you might imagine, Parker’s courses were an inspiration. While he never minced words when presented with a badly written story, he was supportive. Keep at it, he advised. It’s a long process.
After graduation I moved to Maine, where I worked at a weekly newspaper based in Kennebunk, covering a variety of beats including the courts.
By the time I was ready to take the next step in my life journalism jobs already were scant in Maine, but I was too smitten with its charms to leave, so I hung up my reporter’s spurs and headed to Maine Law School. I’ve practiced law for 25 years now. I’m fortunate to have great colleagues and wonderful clients. But I’ve always remained a writer at heart.
Several years ago, I heeded the voices of Joe Gale and the other Quick Pivot characters and began writing their story. Now here I sit, on a beautiful spring morning, with my first novel out there in the world. Like Professor Parker said, it was a long process.
© 2015 Brenda Buchanan
Author of the Joe Gale Mystery Series
www.brendabuchananwrites.com
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Thoughts on " I Never Saw Another Butterfly…"
This poem (which appears at the end of this blog post) is a small beacon of hope for all the children of the camp in Terezin, the ghetto in former Bohemia during the Holocaust.
During World War 2 many Norwegian people wore paper clips on their lapels to represent their resistance against the Nazi regime as the Nazis exterminated 6 million Jews in the Holocaust.
In 1998 a small school in Tennessee collected 6 million paper clips for a memorial to those 6 million Jews. Then over 30 million paper clips were collected from all over the world. At the Children's Holocaust Memorial a train car is filled with 11 million paper clips. 18 copper butterflies are embedded in the concrete surrounding the car—a symbol of the poem at the end of this page.
We in this country stand or kneel in horror of mass genocide—Rwanda, Cambodia, Darfur—and all the mass killings now in the Middle East and Africa… and worry about the possible spread of this kind of horrendous evil to Europe and our own land…
Yom HaShoah, known as Holocaust Remembrance Day, was again observed this year on April 15. I was privileged to attend the annual service at the 92 Y in Manhattan on April 17, where the memorial day is observed each year. This solemn remembrance commemorates the 6 million Jews and 5 million others who perished in the Holocaust as a result of the actions carried out by the Nazis and their "accessories."
As a young teen in Norfolk, Va., during World War 2, I lived through the daily sight of body parts and supplies washed up on the beach in front of my house on Chesapeake Bay; helped cover the windows nightly for fear of Nazi planes; saw young Nazi prisoners of war driven in and out of the Norfolk naval Base, had several Jewish friends at that time and shared their sufferings, and to this day I have a deep visceral hatred of even the horrible word… Nazi.
Also known as Holocaust Martyrs' and Heroes' Remembrance Day—this is a deeply solemn day all over the globe for Jews and all friends and allies of the Jewish people and land.
The celebration at the 92 Y this year featured solemn choral offerings: The Quiet Night Is Full of Stars (Shtil, Di Nakht Iz Oysgeshternt), We Are Here, I Never Saw Another Butterfly (a deeply moving piece by John Balamos, RIP, former Senior Adult Music Director), Never Say You've Come to the End of the Way ( Zog Kit Keyn Mol ) and Hatikva, the Israel National Anthem. as well as a moving talk by the author of A Brief Stop on the Road From Auschwitz, Goran Rosenberg.
I have attended several Holocaust Remembrances at the 92 Y—and each year I shed more tears at the music and words of "I Never Saw Another Butterfly."
Probably more this time, as our daily papers and TV news show increasing signs of current horror, mutilations, beheadings and human sufferings on our little planet…
"Sunt lacrimae rerum, et mentem mortalia tangunt…" is on the dedication page of all my crime novels.
And Yom HaShoah is a stark reminder of all that Vergil said… so long ago…
I Never Saw Another Butterfly by Pavel Friedman
The last, the very last, so richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone…
Such, such a yellow is carried lightly 'way up high.
It went away I'm sure because it wished to kiss the world goodbye.
For seven weeks I've lived in here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don't live in here, in the ghetto.
P.S. If you want to order books on the topic of I Never Saw Another Butterfly - go to Amazon and you'll find many, such as Poems from the Terezin Concentration Camp, Survivors: True Stories of Children in the Holocaust, Terrible Things; an Allegory of the Holocaust, Fireflies in the Dark, Six Million Paper Clips… to name a few.
Thelma Jacqueline Straw
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