Wednesday, August 28, 2019


by Bethany Maines

Recently, I’ve been experimenting with some partnered writing.  This goal of this partnership is to write a novella and turn it into a screenplay.  As this will only be the second screenplay I’ve written, I’m guessing at some of the mile-markers that let me know if the project is meeting our goals or if we’ve wandered completely off-track.  As a result, I’ve become slightly obsessed with the statistics of the work.  I’m tracking how long chapters are, the character’s vital information (age, occupation, relationships, descriptions), how often each character appears in scenes and how long the screenplay is in comparison to the novella.

Some interesting statistics have emerged.  From a forty-thousand-word manuscript it looks like we need to achieve a twenty-thousand-word screenplay.  For those familiar with basic math that’s HALF!  That has forced some necessary contractions in the story.  Some characters have merged, some scenes got trimmed, and an entire sub-plot got deleted.

But as the process has progressed, keeping a sharp eye on the length has given me insight into where the story is running long and where it was going to need to be cut.  This has been an interesting tactic for writing because knowing that you’re writing something that’s going to be cut later makes motivation a bit hard.  However, it does free me to write more elaborately and descriptively then perhaps I might ordinarily for the novella since I know that scenery description is not generally included in a screenplay.

In all, writing for a specific goal has streamlined the process in many ways, but also created some interesting  constraints.  Hopefully, with information gleaned from this project my next attempts at screenplay writing will be easier still.


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Bethany Maines is the award-winning author of the Carrie Mae Mystery Series, San Juan Islands Mysteries, Shark Santoyo Crime Series, and numerous short stories. When she's not traveling to exotic lands, or kicking some serious butt with her black belt in karate, she can be found chasing her daughter or glued to the computer working on her next novel. You can also catch up with her on Twitter, FacebookInstagram, and BookBub.

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Cover Reveal Time!

By Lynn McPherson

My newest book, The Girls Dressed For Murder, will be released August 31st. I am so excited to share a little bit about it here.

But first things first. Here is a look at the cover!

Here is the back cover blurb. I hope you are intrigued!

When Izzy gets a killer dress for her birthday, she isn’t expecting to accessorize it with murder…

It’s 1958 in the cozy coastal town of Twin Oaks and amateur sleuth Isabelle Walsh is armed with a fresh perspective, two years after tragedy strikes. The first stop on her journey back to joy is the best little dress shop in town—introduced to her by best friend and fashion fiend, Ava Russell.

Izzy falls in love with the store and its style. So, when the boutique is marred by murder, Izzy wants to help. But with more suspects to choose from than a spring collection, she isn’t sure where to start.

Can Izzy unravel the twisted truth or will she become the victim of a deadly trend? Find out in the third book in the Izzy Walsh Mystery Series!

Well, that's it. Until next time, I hope you have a wonderful end to the summer!

Lynn McPherson has worked for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, ran a small business, and taught English across the globe. She has travelled the world solo where her daring spirit has led her to jump out of airplanes, dive with sharks, and learn she would never master a surfboard. She now channels her lifelong love of adventure and history into her writing, where she is free to go anywhere, anytime. Her cozy series has two books out: The Girls' Weekend Murder and The Girls Whispered Murder.  

Monday, August 26, 2019


. . . by Dru Ann Love

I had an idea for a post and now I can’t remember.

It’s hard to write a post about writing since I’m not an author.

But if you visit my blog at dru’s book musings, I do writerly things on there, like my “day in the life” and my “get to know you” features. I also write up a list of upcoming books for the week and a monthly release blog. I also write-up information for cover reveals. I also write about the conventions I attend and miscellaneous reader events I attend as well.

Then there are my musings that I write. This year I slowed down on the number of musings I write – decided to go back to writing musings on books that I want to read as opposed to book other people want me to read and I think it’s working. I also try to give a shout-out on social media, okay Facebook, to books that I read but didn’t write a musing for. So, if you think about it, I guess I am a writer, as I write words and isn’t that what a writer does?

Can you believe the year is almost over?

I have two more conventions to attend, Bouchercon and New England Crime Bake. Anyone attending? Let me know and I’ll be sure to look for you.

Friday, August 23, 2019

Cracks of Gold --by T.K. Thorne


Writer, humanist,
          dog-mom, horse servant and cat-slave,
       Lover of solitude
          and the company of good friends,
        New places, new ideas
           and old wisdom.

We are all broken.

Life just does that. No matter how much joy and happiness we have in a moment or even, if we are fortunate, in most of our lives, things will happen that will crack us open. Loss of a loved one (person or fur-person), the absorption of violence and hate close to us or elsewhere in the world, personal failure, loneliness, loss of hope, loss of meaning.

Life is always changing. We truly have nothing but the moment. And sometimes that moment is painful.

I am not talking about depression and lasting feelings of sadness.  If you feel that, please seek professional help. I'm talking about the moments of intense pain, intense grief. No one wants to hurt, but pain cannot be avoided and it is a reminder of the depth of love we’re capable of feeling. Heartbreak is the sword that cracks open your idea of reality and allows a refocusing of what matters.
Know this: A broken heart is an open heart.

It is in the breaking, when our hearts are peeled back on themselves, that our truths have passage to come in and out.

If we’re lucky, our hearts will break over and over again to reveal new ways of being, of thinking, and of loving.

 Each break allows our hearts to heal bigger than the time before.

Yes, there is pain every time we’re cracked open. Immeasurable pain. And with each break, each sting of pain, our hearts are able to expand and strengthen our capacity to love.--Jamie Greenwood, The Tiny Buddha

Recently, a friend, a long time citizen who was born in another country, found a hateful, racist note on his gym bag. When he posted about it, he was deluged with more hate mail, but also love from supporters.  He chose not to retreat into anger or to linger in darkness. He chose to be proud of his scars, to heal. He chose love over hate. That is how gold is forged. The Japanese have a beautiful tradition that illustrates this.

T.K. Thorne’s childhood passion for storytelling deepened when she became a police officer in Birmingham, Alabama.  “It was a crash course in life and what motivated and mattered to people.” In her newest novel, HOUSE OF ROSE, murder and mayhem mix with a little magic when a police officer discovers she’s a witch. 

Both her award-winning debut historical novels, NOAH’S WIFE and ANGELS AT THE GATE, tell the stories of unknown women in famous biblical tales—the wife of Noah and the wife of Lot. Her first non-fiction book, LAST CHANCE FOR JUSTICE, the inside story of the investigation and trials of the 1963 Birmingham church bombing, was featured on the New York Post’s “Books You Should Be Reading” list. 

T.K. loves traveling and speaking about her books and life lessons. She writes at her mountaintop home near Birmingham, often with a dog and a cat vying for her lap. 

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Thursday, August 22, 2019

Summertime in the sunshine by Juliana Aragon Fatula

Dear Reader,

I love summertime. I spend most of my days outside gardening and gathering seeds and collecting bouquets to hang and dry for potpourri. My home has two shares of irrigation water from Lake DeWeese in Westcliffe. We water with a pump and sprinkler system that my husband installed when we bought our home twenty years ago. When we first moved here to Southern Colorado from Denver we began planting fruit trees and perennials and now two decades later we have a garden that is admired and loved. Our summer parties in the backyard are notorious for food, fun, music, and laughter. No one leaves our home hungry or thirsty.

My love of gardening came naturally. My father and mother were both gardeners and grew everything under the sun from corn and chile to geraniums and iris. My childhood home had pears, apples, cherries, plums, peaches, grapes, corn, chile, tomatoes, zucchini, cucumbers, and plants I had no idea what they were but my parents knew and used the wild indigenous plants as food and medicine. 

Today, I continue the tradition of growing our own food, harvesting, preserving, and sharing with our friends and family. I've added many new species to my garden because my husband built me a greenhouse and sun room so I can garden year round. I have strawberries, raspberries, chives, and exotic tropical plants. 

The bees love my garden and since my husband feeds the birds and build them bird condos, we have an abundance of bird song every day. I check my plants for pests and discover the good bugs eating the bad bugs: the ladybugs, spiders, praying mantis, lizards, snakes, toads, all have a place in my garden. It's organic and thrives on the water that comes from the snow melt of the Sangre de Cristos in the high country.

This oasis provides a natural surrounding of trees, shade, sun, and lush green grasses, roses, lilacs, climbing vines, and indigenous plants that I'm learning to identify and research for their medicinal purposes. 

My aloe vera provides gel for my hair and skin. My yarrow has healing properties that I'm discovering and harvesting. I love learning about the ways nature provides healing and nutrition for us. Everything we need is on this planet. Including poison in toxic plants. I've learned about plants that I love that are toxic to pets. I discovered that foxglove is used to make digitalis for medicine and can be toxic to the skin. I'm still learning and growing my botanical knowledge. 

I use this knowledge in my writing. I use the life around me to inspire me to write about nature. I feel blessed to have a home that is surrounded by beauty, fragrance, birdsong, and life. 

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

So You Want to Write a Book . . . 6 Things I've Learned!

By Kay Kendall

By now I’ve written fiction long enough to trust my own habits. Once, when I was a real newbie, I believed I must do just as the experts advise. But now I know on some points the experts differ.

1.   If your process works for you, trust it. For example, while most experts advise to rip through your first draft quickly, without editing as you go, I just can’t. I used to feel guilty—since I was doing things WRONG. Finally, lo and behold, I learned about other authors, bestselling authors, who also begin their writing days by editing what they wrote the day before. Whew. What a relief.
Here are some other habits I’ve also learned to trust:
2.     2. Keep reading. If you’re writing your own book, don’t stop reading other ones. I’ve read more, not less, since I began to write fiction. I submerged myself in the mystery/suspense genre for almost two years before I started Desolation Row—An Austin Starr Mystery. Picking up the tricks of the trade by osmosis works better for me than gulping ten dry how-to tomes. 
3.     Keep a notebook beside your bed. “Brilliant” thoughts are fleeting. Pin them down before they get away. I learned the hard way that wonderful ideas at 3:00 a.m. disappear by the time I awake in the morning. 
4.     Keep exercising. Health gurus are adamant that sitting all day is a terrible habit that can lead to early death and/or dementia. Besides, when I’m on my exercise bike, I zone out and then ideas for my writing zone in. The mind-body connection is worth protecting with sufficient exercise. However, it’s time for a true confession. I have trouble with this one, especially when I’m on deadline. 
5.     Keep up with your pals. Writing can be a lonely pursuit, and trying to get published these days is a killer. I needed all the support I could get, and my friends stepped up and stayed there right beside me on my journey. They kept me going through the darkest days and have been my staunchest supporters and shared my joy upon publication. I’ve also made new friends as I’ve joined writers’ critique groups and associations. I’m a staunch believer in the truth of what Barbra Streisand sang back in the sixties. “People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.”
6.     Keep the faith. Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.” When I saw that on a coffee mug for sale 15 years ago, I was too scared to pick it up. How dare I think I could write a novel? But I forced myself to buy that mug, and after using it for two years and writing my first manuscript, I began timidly to call myself a writer. Hold fast to your dream. Keep it alive by doing it.
I have faith I will complete new books because three of my mysteries are published and the fourth is in progress. I’ve pushed through the dark times, “getting by with a little help from my friends.” (Footnote to the Beatles) Moreover, if I’ve done this, then you can too. As we used to say back in the day, just keep on truckin’. And find what works best for you. Your mileage may differ from mine, but just do it.

NOTE: This post originally appeared one year ago to great acclaim from other authors. I am recycling it so others can read this who may have missed it last year.
Meet the author

 Author Kay Kendall is passionate about historical mysteries. 
Her second book Rainy Day Women won the Silver Falchion for best mystery at Killer Nashville. Her newest is After You've Gone.
Visit Kay at her website  or on Facebook

Monday, August 19, 2019

What’s Today’s Celebration?

by Paula Gail Benson

Did you know that today, August 19, is National Soft Ice Cream Day? Shari Randall, you should take note of this commemoration!

According to the National Day Calendar website, while no one has been clearly identified as organizing the special designation, soft serve ice cream began around Memorial Day in 1934 when an enterprising salesman with a flat tire pulled into a parking lot and knew he had to get rid of a load of melting ice cream quickly. Later, he patented a machine and developed a secret formula. The product’s popularity caused a decrease in business for hard ice cream and the Minnesota legislature briefly required that it had to be pre-packaged instead of sold from a machine. The site suggests that people observe the holiday by getting a dipped cone or sundae.

The site boasts of over 1,500 national days. It also lists some international ones. For instance, today also is International Bow Day, a tradition started by Claire’s.

August 20, tomorrow, is National Chocolate Pecan Pie Day. Not to be confused with National Pecan Pie Day (observed July 12) or National Pecan Torte Day (August 22) or National Pecan Month (April).

You can check out the recognitions that share your birthday. For example, my birthday, on September 13, is National Celiac Disease Awareness Day (based on a 2005 unanimous resolution passed by the United States Senate) and Uncle Sam Day (because New York meat packer Sam Wilson, born on September 13, 1766, supplied meat to soldiers during the War of 1812 in containers stamped “U.S.” and they called it Uncle Sam’s grub).

The website allows you to register a national day, shop for merchandise, search for recipes, and play National Day trivia.

What does this site have to do with writing? (Please note that World Calligraphy Day is celebrated August 14.)

Occasionally, writers are asked to submit a holiday story for a collection. You can imagine that well-known holidays like Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Valentines Day will have numerous stories, but going with something like Talk Like a Pirate Day (September 19), as Cathy Wiley did with her “Dead Men Tell No Tales,” published in Homicidal Holidays (Wildside Press), an anthology organized by the Chesapeake Chapter of Sisters in Crime, could be unique. Barb Goffman currently is editing a collection of time travel stories to be released on December 8, Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day.

So consider taking a look at the National Day Calendar website, for a story idea or just to celebrate a slice of life. Happy holidays!

Friday, August 16, 2019

Visiting a Favorite Lighthouse

By Shari Randall

Sometimes I forget to enjoy the things that are right outside my front door here in Connecticut. I’m glad when friends visit and we do all the fun tourist things including one of my favorites, the Lights and Sights Cruise out of New London Harbor. On Lights and Sights, the tour boat parallels the coast, gliding along the shore past lighthouses, seaside mansions, fishing villages, and secluded beaches and parks.

This past weekend we boarded the Cecelia Ann, a high speed catamaran that does a two hour tour of Long Island Sound, and visited some of my favorite lighthouses.

One of the most unique is the New London Ledge Lighthouse. It looks like a wild gust of wind blew a charming three story French Second Empire-style house with a mansard roof to the mouth of the Thames River (by the way, we pronounce the “h” here). Built in 1909, the Ledge Light was managed by the Coast Guard through1987, when the lighthouse was automated. The light is visible from 18 miles away and has a distinctive pattern of three white flashes then one red flash every 30 seconds.

The New London Ledge Light was added to the National Register of Historic places in 1990. Its original fourth order Fresnel lens light can be seen now at the Custom House Museum.

In addition to its stalwart service to mariners, the Ledge Light has another claim to fame – its resident ghost, Ernie.

You can pick your Ernie story: Ernie was a lonely lighthouse keeper who decided to end it all after the love of his life threw him over for the captain of the Block Island ferry. Ernie went over the side of the lighthouse after a tussle with another keeper. Ernie slipped from the roof on a foggy night … Well, you get the idea. The lighthouse has been featured on several paranormal television shows, Scariest Places on Earth and Ghost Hunters, and if you’d like to try your luck at meeting Ernie in, er, person, you can visit during one of several haunted lighthouse tours in October.

If you want more information, check out the New London Maritime Society website at

Shari Randall writes Lobster Shack mystery series. Her debut, Curses, Boiled Again, won the Agatha Award for Best First Novel.

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Fifteen Minutes

by Bethany Maines

As I’ve mentioned in a previous post, this year is all about trying new things for me. From submitting to contests and magazines to trying different kinds of writing I’m attempting to push myself into growth. I truly want to understand not just what makes good writing, but how to construct a story. One of the things I’ve discovered is that forcing boundaries onto a work can actually improve the work itself.  From outlawing specific words (swear words, oh how I miss you!) in some pieces to declaring that certain elements must be included (there has to be a dog, OK?) by working against/with a constraint it forces creativity. But one boundary that I consistently seem to be rubbing up against these days is time—I don’t have enough. Particularly since the birth of my daughter, the effort to carve out extended periods of time to be creative is monumental.

I have managed in some cases to do this by ignoring other areas of my life (Dishes? What dirty dishes?) or through the understanding of my husband who swoops in and carts our kid off while I’m furiously typing up some scene or another.  But on many days, there is no “vast, unbroken slab of time.” Which is why I found this article about What You Can Achieve in 15-Minute Bursts of Creativity to be an interesting articulation about the approach I’ve developed. Working on a project in smaller chunks does allow the project to always stay fresh in my mind and churning away in my subconscious. It also forces me to stop waiting for the perfect time to think or do something. I had not realized that the “perfect time” was such an illusion or that I clung to the illusion so much until I switched to a “do it now” approach. The accumulation of tiny chunks of time allows for a productivity that would have seemed impossible to me before the process was forced on me. This bit by bit approach does work. It may be a constraint I didn’t want, but like many of the other boundaries, it has forced me to come up with creative solutions that I might not have otherwise discovered.

So if you’re out there despairing of finding the few hours you want to do something – don’t give up.  Take your fifteen minutes and do the thing (whatever the thing is) now. It doesn’t have to be perfect. You can undo half of it tomorrow if you like, but it’s still more than you had before.

Check out the most recent accumulation of fifteen minutes. (Cover reveal coming in September!!)

The Second Shot:A drunken mistake in college cost US Marshall Maxwell Ames the love of Dominique Deveraux. Six years later, he’s determined to fix the slip-up, but there’s just one tiny problem – someone wants the Deveraux family dead. Now Max must make sure that the only one getting a second shot at Dominique is him.

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Bethany Maines is the award-winning author of the Carrie Mae Mystery Series, San Juan Islands Mysteries, Shark Santoyo Crime Series, and numerous short stories. When she's not traveling to exotic lands, or kicking some serious butt with her black belt in karate, she can be found chasing her daughter or glued to the computer working on her next novel. You can also catch up with her on Twitter, FacebookInstagram, and BookBub.

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Flexing, Resilience, and Going Home

By AB Plum

In a little over three weeks, I'll board a plane for a twelve-hour flight to the US, headed for:


Silicon Valley.


After two-plus months in Copenhagen without a dishwasher, I'm really looking forward to that luxury. (No, washing dishes by hand wasn't the hardest adjustment. But … I washed enough dishes growing up as the oldest of six kids to say:  been there done, that).

On the other hand, washing dishes here three times a day reminded me of how many people in the world lack water to drink or cook or bathe or clean their teeth. Our three-room Danish apartment would make those resilient people think they'd entered Heaven. Nobody forced me to take this sabbatical so no whining allowed.
Frankly, I'll miss the incredible public transportation. It took me a day or two to remember to click on and click off trains and buses—not too different from San Francisco. And maybe the easiest adjustment. Never having to drive or find a place to park has reinforced how glad I am that I like to walk (because the train doesn't stop in front of my apartment).  J

Returning home, I'll have to re-adapt to shopping for groceries once a week instead of every day. Having three niche markets fifty feet from our apartment has changed our buying habits. I wonder, though, if I've seen the future here? Consumers load their own grocery bags (plastic, paid for if they forget to bring one). Plastic surprised me since in our part of California, plastic is banned from supermarkets.

When we first arrived in Denmark, I vowed to learn to speak Danish.

Didn't happen. I've learned to read and understand quite a bit. My vocabulary has expanded and my pronunciation is somewhat understandable to a tolerant native. But speaking full sentences? Expressing more than the basics: Where is [the bathroom]? What time is it? How do you say … In most cases, Danes reply in English. But the majority of grocery store clerks still greet me in Danish and ask if I want a receipt.

The elevator continues to require an act of faith to step into, but my heart rate kicks up only about ten beats instead of twenty. Flexibility. Resilience. The little steps matter.
Going to the airport is the next big step. We've opted to go by taxi because of our luggage—too much to handle on the train. We've about accepted the fare—almost a quarter of one airline ticket. We congratulate ourselves on our adaptability. The fare still feels outrageous …

We leave on a Friday—bedlam at the airport as we know from our earlier flight to Scotland. We're flying on a budget airline. The gates are practically in Germany. We'll probably worry until we board about what we've forgotten. Maybe our new-found flexibility will extend to asking, What difference does it make what we've forgotten?
Because … the one huge change we soon embraced after our arrival?

We can live quite comfortably with far less "stuff" than we have.

If we had to walk out of this apartment with nothing but the clothes on or backs, our medications, our wallets, our passports, and nothing else—not even our laptop—we'd get along fine.

Have you spent an extended stay in a foreign country?

What was your biggest adjustment?

Did you feel a bit smug about your resilience to new customs, food, language, etc.?

AB Plum and her alter-ego, Barbara, have spent the summer in Denmark, making sojourns to Scotland and Finland. The first trip required a great deal of flexibility to resolve some immigration issues. The second trip required a whole new mindset relative to Finnish.

Despite a few turbulent days, Barbara will meet her deadline for publication of Crazy Daze and a Knight, a romantic comedy exploring a second chance at love. Available on Kindle August 27.

Monday, August 12, 2019

Cutting ties

I've been thinking lately about relationships.

I've been married almost twenty-four years. My husband and I dated about a year and a half before we were married, so we've been together just over twenty-five years.

But my marriage is not my longest monogamous relationship. Not even close.

The same man has done my hair since I was sixteen. Sure, there were the college years. But, as soon as I moved back to Kansas City, I moved back to Dale's chair.

Dale retired.

I knew his plans, but ostrich-like I pretended his move to Florida would never come.

Until the day actually came.

Today I have a first date with a new stylist.

It won't be the same. 

And all this has me wondering, what would Ellison do? Could my favorite country club maven need a new stylist too?

I'll be taking notes...

Julie Mulhern owes her blonde to a man who's left her for warm winters and ocean breezes.

She is a Kansas City native who grew up on a steady diet of Agatha Christie. She spends her spare time whipping up gourmet meals for her family, working out at the gym and finding new ways to keep her house spotlessly clean--and she's got an active imagination. Truth is--she's an expert at calling for take-out, she grumbles about walking the dog and the dust bunnies under the bed have grown into dust lions.

She is the USA TODAY bestselling author of The Country Club Murders and the Poppy Fields Adventures.

Action, adventure, mystery, and humor are the things Julie loves when she's reading. She loves them even more when she's writing!

Friday, August 9, 2019

Learning to Write from TV Commercials

Learning to Write from TV Commercials by Debra H. Goldstein

Lately, I’ve vegged in front of the TV. It isn’t the shows that attract my attention, but the commercials. They are a perfect lesson in storytelling for a writer to observe. Why? Because they must tell their tale in thirty to sixty seconds in a way that we remember. They achieve this through tight scripts, careful casting of actors, and specific product placement.

Like short stories, commercials limit themselves to a single or simple story arc with a final twist. Let me give you some examples. Some of the longer commercials, which are shown on stations that run golden oldie procedurals, run more than a minute. Two, which target different groups, show children or veterans with challenges and how the advertised hospital system or non-profit improves lives through the aid being given. These commercials depend upon characterization and the emotional strength of their stories to attract supporters to make donations when the ad concludes with a plea for money.

Many commercials are set in a kitchen. A husband, boyfriend, or child asks a wife, girlfriend, or mother about a specific food product or if they have more of an item. The woman provides a taste of the food or directs the individual to where the product is. The man or child is satisfied by the taste or being drowned in the product. The stories in these commercials are not as important as selling the name of the product or service. Consequently, there is product placement of a bag of the frozen food or a dish made with the advertised food. My favorite, which advertises a buying club, has roll after roll of paper towel dropping on a man. After the wife explains that without paying much, this service allows one to get quality and quantity, the twist is a child asking if next time they can order cookies. One laughs at the joke, and remembers the buying club.

Other commercials, like books in a series, build upon memories from previous commercials. The Budweiser Clydesdales were introduced in 1933 when prohibition ended. At that time, they pulled a Budweiser beer wagon. Today, they advertise beer for Anheuser-Busch Brewing Company, the parent company that subsequently bought the Budweiser brand. People wait for each year’s new Super Bowl ad in the same way readers wait for the next book in a series by a favorite author.

Commercials hold our attention by using scripts that address topics from purely realistic or sentimental viewpoints or by mixing what people know with moments of fantasy. If the commercial is successful, the viewer remembers the product as opposed to only the story line. If the writer succeeds, the reader subconsciously thinks about ideas the writer planted while enjoying the plotline. 
What commercial makes the biggest impact on you? Why?

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Give Peace A Chance by Juliana Aragon Fatula

Dear Reader,

The photo above is my manuscript laid out in chapters. I'm so proud that I've completed it but now the hard work begins. Revision.

Writing is hard work. It takes dedication and solitude to write. I have the dedication. I need to work on the solitude. So, I'm in the wilderness, my husband took our dogs, Bear and Yogi, to the lake. 

My husband fished. I wrote. He bought a camper for us so I could go hunting and fishing with him. I don't hunt or fish. I read. There was no wifi, no cable TV, no nosey neighbors knocking on my door. There was peace, quiet, gentle cool breeze, sunshine, and wildflowers covered in bees and butterflies. There were fish jumping, hawks soaring, and a Border Collie and mini Aussie swimming in the lake. 

The wind blew, the air smelled clean. The lake reflected the azure sky. In the meadows I collected yarrow, sagebrush, prairie grass, wildflowers: salmon, red hot fire, lemon, lavender, and a dainty star shaped white blossom of wild chives. The hills of sandstone were covered with shades of sage, evergreen, pine, and feathery grass with pink tips. The granite boulders, covered in ancient moss, red soil, and blue sky created a scene of beauty and peace. 

A storm blew in from the East. The sky grew dark, clouds amassed in thick billows from the snow melt in the Rocky mountains. I watched for wildlife near the campsite: bears, elk, deer, mountain lion, and moose hid in caves, trees, and in the shadows. They kept their distance and waited for twilight to eat and drink at the lake. 

The peacefulness, the isolation, ignited a desire in me to strip naked and run through the wilderness howling at the full moon. I controlled the  urge and crawled out of my Levi's, socks, and boots and lounged inside my "Love Shack" on my queen sized feather bed with Egyptian cotton sheets and began reading, The Red Queen Dies by Frankie Y. Bailey. 

I couldn't wait to get started. I  have always followed a routine when I read a book. I removed the jacket and examined the hard cover. I read the jacket front and back and moved on to the publisher's information. It was published in 2013. 

The following is a book review.

I finished reading the Red Queen Dies in one day. It held my interest and kept me riveted to the mystery, the who dununit. The story was intriguing, but honestly, the ending left me unsatisfied. Is that all there is? I learned from the author how to hold the reader's attention, however, I expected more of a dramatic ending. It left me with more questions. I guess that's the point? It hooked me to read the sequel, because of the incredibly interesting characters and the hints at something hidden, the unknown, more questions to answer. Who was the mystery man in Detective McCabe's life?

I'd rate it a four out of five stars. It did keep me turning pages and told a good story. Maybe I expected too much from the book, Perhaps all the great writers I've read in my studies gave me high standards. I do look forward to reading her next book. Maybe I'll learn something else to improve my own writing.

The story takes place in October 2019. I read the dedication: to my family, who always believe in my dreams. I understood the writer's sentiment. The dream of writing a book and seeing the dream happen when it gets published. Minotaur books of New York published the novel; they are part of St. Martin's Publishing Group.

The Thomas Dunn Book for Minotaur books stated. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. I liked that disclaimer.

Mine will read, this is a work of fiction and the characters and events portrayed in this novel are figments of the author's imagination and or are compilations of real and fictitious characters in my reality, dreams, and observations. 

Most readers don't literally read a book from cover to cover, but as a writer, I do. I took in every aspect of this mystery novel and studied it as thought it were a textbook. I'm a life long learner and I continue my education into how to write. I study the master writers I admire, mostly writers of color and mostly by women of color. I noticed the very first page and Library of Congress data and ISBN numbers.

Bailey, Frankie Y.
The Red Queen Dies: a mystery 1st ed.
1. African Americans - Fiction

So I tried it on for style.

Fatula, Juliana Aragon.
The Colorado Sisters: a mystery 1st ed.
1. Chicana, Latina, Mexican Indian, LGBTQ, not Hispanic, not straight nor narrow - Fiction.

That's how I'd like to be catalogued. I've heard writers like to envision their books on a shelf in a bookstore or library and watch as someone takes the book off the shelf, looks at the cover, reads the author reviews, and cracks the book open and peers inside. The next thing is to watch as they take the book home and read it from page one to the end - nonstop, until finished.

I picture myself, as I complete writing my book, and then submit it for publishing. It arrives in the mail from the publisher and I open the box to that new book smell. I close my eyes, exhale and smile.

I'm teaching myself how to write a mystery by studying great writers who write great mysteries. I'm learning the do's and don'ts of the genre while enjoying reading the books and authors I love. Someday soon, I'll see my hard work come to fruition and my first great mystery being read by readers like you.

It's a process. I get discouraged. I feel like I'll never finish my reading and writing and get to the end product but I have friends who are writers and they encourage me to push on and do the work. A post it, Just tell the fucking story, hangs on my fridge reminding me, I have to finish. I have to tell my story.

Dillon Beach, CA where the story percolated in my mind.