How Much Research?

By Bethany Maines

So I was reading a book, which shall remain titleless to
protect the guilty, and the heroine tucked her revolver into the simple elastic
garter she was wearing under wedding dress, and I thought, “Well, that’s the
last straw.” I didn’t finish the book because I just couldn’t handle the
startling number inaccuracies that were in the first three chapters. I realize
that as a karate practioner and the sister of a certified gun enthusiast that
my opportunities for action scene research are rather broader than the average
writers, but the fact that this writer couldn’t even be bothered to test the
weight limits of an average wedding garter really bothered me.  The distance between research and creative
license is always a fine one. 
Researching until you can write an expert level on a subject results in
Michael Crichton style tomes.  And
I don’t know about you, but when I got to the “expert” section of those books,
I just skipped to the end.  It’s my
belief that there’s a level of detail that most readers don’t care about. Not
all readers of course; I’m sure there are a great many people that really care
about absolute accuracies of certain topics.  But in general, I think most readers just want a tale well
told with the fewest obvious blunders.  What do you think? What level of research and accuracy is
required from an author?
Bethany Maines is the author of
the Carrie Mae Mystery series and Tales from the City of Destiny. You can also view the Carrie Mae youtube
video or catch up with her on Twitter and
Facebook.

Face it. Burying our heads won’t help.


by Marjorie Brody




Every two minutes. 
That statistic boggles my mind. Every two minutes. Throw in two other statistics: 1 in 4 and 1 in 6 and I’m ready to join Mariska Hagitay, on Law and Order: SVU.
Do you recognize that data? 
Here it is: In these United States of America someone is sexually assaulted every two minutes. I know this may not be a comfortable topic to read about, but before you close this screen or move on to something less intense, let me soften your expectations. I’m not going to be melodramatic or maudlin about this topic. April just happens to be Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Month, and since the inciting incident in my psychological suspense involves a sexual assault—
“Whoa, just a minute, Brody.” A teenage boy from my novel throws back his shoulders and lifts his chin. As if that challenge intimidates me. “You weren’t even there. How do you know what really happened behind that gym? Don’t go putting what went on into your little statistics.”
“Little statistics?” I’m incensed. “What’s so little about the fact that at some point in their lifetime one in four females and one in six males will be the victim of rape or an attempted sexual assault?“
“Look. This wasn’t Steubenville. No one posted our actions on FaceBook, or Twittter.”
“You didn’t have the right to invade Sarah’s body without permission.”
The wily smile that purses his lips replaces my blood with ice water. “Permission is a matter of perspective,” he says. “If you read the articles put out by the students at Palo Alto High School in California, you’d know that girls dress slutty and drink too much and, well, expect guys to be guys.”
“Obviously you didn’t read all the articles. The students condemned that behavior.”
“Not everyone.”
I puff up with my own indignation. Damn. I hate that his statement is true. Not all young men are being taught to respect females, to accept ‘no’ as ‘no’, to realize that a minor or an inebriated female cannot legally give consent to have sex.  
“Hey look, everyone takes advantage. Don’t watch Downton Abbey?” He crosses his arms over his chest and I want to tear that smirk from his face—and I can’t believe he’s making  me so angry. 


I struggle not to get sucked into his evil thinking. No one has the right to sexually assault another. No one! I turn my back to him, remember I just wanted to make all of you aware that this month has a special purpose. He isn’t worth getting riled up about. 
“By the way,” he says, his voice now thick with seduction, “I heard TWISTED won the Texas Association of Authors 2014 Best Young Adult Book Award. How come you didn’t celebrate with me? A little thanks would go a long way, if you know what I mean. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t even have a book. Think you might want to show me some appreciation. In fact, you ought to get down on your hands and knees and—” 
I utilize my power and squash what he says with one press of the delete key. 
Sarah, my protagonist pops up and says, “Remind them.”
I take a breath and refocus. April is Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Month. In his speech last year President Obama said, “. . . too many women, men, and children suffer alone or in silence, burdened by shame or unsure anyone will listen. This month, we recommit to changing that tragic reality by stopping sexual assault before it starts and ensuring victims get the support they need.”

It’s a start. 

Marjorie Brody is an award-winning author and Pushcart Prize Nominee. Her short stories appear in literary magazines and the Short Story America Anthology, Vols. I, II and III. Her debut psychological suspense novel, TWISTED, delves into the secrets that emerge following a sexual assault at a high school dance and features a remarkable teen who risks everything to expose the truth. TWISTED is available in digital and print. Marjorie invites you to visit her at www.marjoriespages.com. 

Real world or imaginary places?

One of my author loops started talking about setting the
other day. Did people use real places in their stories, or made up ones? The
answered varied from one extreme to another.
Some people were like me. They used real, made up places.
Confused? Let me give you an example.
In the Bull Rider series, the first book is set in fictional
Shawnee. A town with as many churches as bars. Nestled in between two
mountains, the town follows the river as it meanders through town. The rodeo
grounds are set outside town, next to a grassy hill where observers can bring
their own picnic dinner and blankets and watch the festivities in style. The
descriptions mirror a real little town known for it’s easy access to salmon
fishing and a rodeo weekend, Riggins, Idaho.

So the book is set with a mix of the real and the made up.
Later books in that series are set in my old stomping
grounds, the Boise, Idaho area. Real town with a little fiction magic, and a
book is born.
My novella, Temporary Roommates, is based on a neighborhood
in St. Louis close to Forest Park. Real place, made up apartment building.

Finally, South Cove, my setting for The Tourist Trap
Mysteries, is set on the central California coast. Readers may think they can
guess the town South Cove is representing, but that series was all based on one
old house. 

What about you? Do you like real settings? Or are you happy
with a fictional world?
Guidebook to Murder releases April 17th
In the gentle
coastal town of South Cove, California, all Jill Gardner wants is to keep her
store–Coffee, Books, and More–open and running. So why is she caught up in
the business of murder?
When Jill’s elderly friend, Miss Emily, calls in a fit of
pique, she already knows the city council is trying to force Emily to sell her
dilapidated old house. But Emily’s gumption goes for naught when she dies
unexpectedly and leaves the house to Jill–along with all of her problems. .
.and her enemies. Convinced her friend was murdered, Jill is finding the list
of suspects longer than the list of repairs needed on the house. But Jill is
determined to uncover the culprit–especially if it gets her closer to South
Cove’s finest, Detective Greg King. Problem is, the killer knows she’s on the
case–and is determined to close the book on Jill permanently. . .

Lynn Cahoon’s a multi-published author. An Idaho native, her
stories focus around the depth and experience of small town life and love.
Lynn’s published in Chicken Soup anthologies, explored controversial stories
for the confessional magazines, short stories in Women’s World, and
contemporary romantic fiction. Currently, she’s living in a small historic town
on the banks of the Mississippi river where her imagination tends to wander.
She lives with her husband and four fur babies.

The Importance of Saying No

by Linda
Rodriguez
I have always had a hard time saying
“no.” I like people, and I always want to help good causes. This has led to
years of low pay in the nonprofit sector, tons of overwork, lots of volunteer
hours, and on the good side, an awful lot of great friends. It also leads
periodically to a terrible feeling of overload, that point I get to when I have
so many urgent or overdue or essential tasks to do that I’m paralyzed. How do
you prioritize when everything needs to be done RIGHT NOW?
When I get to that point, I have to move
into To-Do Triage. I list everything that’s demanding my attention (and get the
most depressing multi-page list). Then I move down the list, asking myself,
“What will happen if I don’t do this today?” If it isn’t job loss, client loss,
contract violation, child endangerment, arrest, etc., it doesn’t go on the much
tinier list to be dealt with right now.
The trouble is that you can’t live your
life in To-Do Triage. At least, I can’t. Not as a permanent lifestyle. Sooner
or later, you have to learn to say “no.” Even when it’s difficult. Even when
it’s going to hurt someone’s feelings (whether it should or not). Even when
it’s something you’d like to do. At least, if you want to write, you will.
Sooner or later, you have to learn to guard your time like a mother eagle with
her nestlings. And sooner or later, you’ll find yourself having to relearn it
all over again. At least, I do. (Maybe I’m just a slow learner, and all the
rest of you can learn this lesson once and for all, but it keeps coming up in
new guises in my life.)
I remember the first time I learned the
lesson of no. I was a young, broke mother of two (still in diapers) who wanted
to write. The advice manuals I read were aimed at men with wives and secretaries
or women with no children or enough money to hire help with the house and the
kids. Since there was three times as much month as there was money, hiring
anyone or anything was out of the question—I was washing cloth diapers in the
bathtub by hand and hanging on a clothesline to dry because we hadn’t enough
disposable income for the laundromat.  Yet
still I wound up the one in the neighborhood who canvassed with kids in
stroller and arms for the March of Dimes and the American Cancer Society.
 
One day someone who knew how much I
wanted to write gave me a little book called Wake Up and Live by Dorothea Brande, who also wrote the wonderful On Becoming A Writer. As I read it, one
sentence leaped out at me: “As long as you cannot
bear the notion that there is a
creature
under heaven who can regard you with an indifferent, an amused or hostile eye,
you will probably
see to it
that you continue to fail with the utmost charm.”
I began carving out time and space for
my writing, and to do it without shortchanging my babies, I cut out television
and most of my community involvement. This lesson had to be relearned when
those babies were high schoolers, my new youngest was a toddler, and I became a
full-time student and a single working mother at the same time unexpectedly. It
returned to be learned again when my oldest two were grown, my youngest in
grade school, and I took on running a university women’s center that also
served the community. Every time it had to be learned in a different way with
different adjustments. Once I’d given up television, that option was no longer
open to me. At one point, I switched my writing to poetry because what time I
could create or steal was in such small fragments that it made novels impossible
to write.
Now that I’m writing novels again and
publishing them (as well as poetry and freelance work still), one of the
time-eaters is the promotion work we authors must all do to win the readers we
believe our books deserve. It’s not something that can be skimped on, and yet
the creative work of designing and writing new novels must go forward, as well.
For a while now, each request for my volunteer time and work has had to be
carefully weighed, and most reluctantly rejected. At this time, my major
volunteer commitment is our local chapter of Sisters in Crime, Border Crimes.
Everything else must sadly fall by the wayside—and some people are quite
unhappy about that, as if they had the right to my time and skills because I’ve
given them in the past. I’ve had to learn to deal with that.
What about the time book promotion
takes, however? With my first and second novels (this was never a real issue
with my poetry books and cookbook), I said “yes” to every opportunity, every
event, every guest blog, every interview, every podcast, everything. And I
managed to write books during that time, as well—and had the worst winters,
healthwise, in many years, having worn my body down. This year I’m trying to be
more strategic about the promotion opportunities I accept. I’m still saying
“yes” to most of them—it’s part of my job, and I know that—but I’m examining
them more closely and deciding against some that I don’t feel will be as useful
for me, especially with travel involved. It’s hard, but once again I’m learning
that lesson, which is apparently one of my life-lessons—“no” can be the friend
of my writing and is necessary at times.
Charles Dickens, who was one of the
earliest and most successful self-promoting writers, put it best for writers in
any age when he said:
“‘It is only half an hour’ — ‘It is only
an afternoon’ — ‘It is only an evening,’ people say to me over and over again;
but they don’t know that it is impossible to command one’s self sometimes to
any stipulated and set disposal of five minutes — or that the mere
consciousness of an engagement will sometime worry a whole day … Whoever is
devoted to an art must be content to deliver himself wholly up to it, and to
find his recompense in it. I am grieved if you suspect me of not wanting to see
you, but I can’t help it; I must go in my way whether or no.”
Do you find it difficult to tell others
“no” when they want your time? If you’re a writer, how do you create ways to
balance the promotion and the writing?
COMMENTS–Blogger still won’t allow me to post comments on this blog or my own. (Go figure!) So I will respond to comments by editing the blog below. (I know that makes just no sense at all, but it’s the way things are.)


Marilyn, I know what you mean. I read your blogs and Facebook posts and see all the things you’re still doing. I actually was forced to finally take this whole concept of “no” seriously when I developed lupus, fibromyalgia, and COPD. Suddenly, I just could no longer do the work of several people as I had been doing. And the interesting thing was the number of people who wanted me to get out of my sickbed and do things for their organizations anyway. One woman tried to guilt me by telling me about another woman who had hosted an event for them even though she had had a stroke. (Of course, that woman was extremely wealthy with live-in help even before her illness and paid people to do the work necessary.)

And the books! I do review some books professionally and I try to be generous about giving blurbs because people were kind to me when I was starting out. Plus, I have students who send me their manuscripts or want letters of recommendation for fellowships, etc. Sometimes, I just have to say no to a blurb or review because my desk is already piled high with manuscripts and letters to do. Sometimes people don’t understand.

Thanks, Debra! I think that trick of balance is the hardest one to manage, and even if you do, conditions change and throw it all out of whack again.

Mary, my experience is that often people don’t come forward to do those things, and programs, etc., end up falling through the cracks. I’ve learned not to allow that to upset me and just say, “Well, if it wasn’t important enough for anyone else to help, it wasn’t important enough to take my time, no matter how much it seemed to be.”

Warren, I’m laughing and crying at the same time when I read your comment. That is so typical. “You’re at home doing nothing but writing, which is another word for nothing, so your time is completely available to me.” These are the same people who say, “I might whip out one of those mysteries on my two-week vacation while shepherding the kids through Disneyworld. I mean, how hard can it be, writing?”

While My Guitar Gently Teaches

Sparkle Abbey with Lori Rader-Day

Today we’d like to share a guest post from our friend and fellow mystery author, Lori Rader-Day whose book, The Black Hour, will be out this July 8th. 



Lori – You have the stage!

There’s
a YouTube video I can’t stop watching. It’s a clip from a tribute to George
Harrison from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ceremony in which Harrison was posthumously
inducted as a solo artist. Tom Petty, Steve Winwood, Jeff Lynne, and Harrison’s
son Dhani, perform While My Guitar Gently Weeps.


I like the Beatles as much as anyone who wasn’t alive while
they were a band, and I adore Tom Petty. But the reason I can’t stop watching this
clip is because about three and a half minutes into the performance, Prince
enters the stage and breaks out a guitar solo that shuts down life as we know
it.

The clip has been viewed more than 3 million times. One of
the comments says something like, “If civilization ended after that Prince
guitar solo, I’d be OK with it.”
This is the stuff of procrastination. Watching videos of
puppies learning to howl and little kids belting out songs with lyrics far beyond their years is what we do when we’re feeling uninspired and stuck. And
yet I keep going back to that Prince guitar solo, not because I want to waste
time, but because something in the way Prince throws that little red Corvette
of a guitar around on stage teaches me something I want to know—about
storytelling.

Here’s the lesson I keep trying to learn from that video:
mastery shows. Mastery is worth the effort. When an artist is in command of his
or her form, you want to be a part of it.  



Coming July 8th
Haven’t you ever opened a book in a bookstore and found
yourself within a couple of sentences in the firm grasp of a master storyteller?
As readers we’re often forgiving. We’ll give a writer pages, chapters,
sometimes a full book before we decide if we’re satisfied. We’re all willing to
be captivated. We’re hoping to be
captivated. It doesn’t always pan out. But when it does, there’s something
magical about being under the spell of an expert at ease in the command of her
story, someone we can trust completely with our time and attention.

This theory holds until you realize that the original
recording of “While My Guitar” by the Beatles featured a guitar solo by Eric
Clapton. Clapton, it’s safe to say, is a master of his genre, too. So why is
Prince’s three-minute guitar-weeping solo like a bomb going off on that stage?
I think it’s because he’s playing with expectations. The
song may be one we all recognize, and Petty and company are doing a serviceable
job for their parts, but when Prince enters the fray, he’s doesn’t merely do
what’s necessary. He doesn’t recreate Clapton’s notes. He throws himself body
and soul into creating something new from the expected.

And that’s the lesson we writers can take to the page.
Mystery writers, perhaps especially, have signed on to fulfill certain
obligations to the reader. We have to set up the crime, dole out the suspects,
pin down the clues, and for the love of all that is holy, solve the crime by the end of the book. But that doesn’t mean there
isn’t room for creativity in how those expectations are met. Riffing on what’s
expected, in fact, means you’re in the conversation with all that has come
before you. And like Prince, you can step up to honor that history and still
blow everyone’s minds. 



Again, Lori Rader-Day is the author of The Black Hour, out from Seventh Street Books on July 8th. She’s a fan of music, mysteries, and mutts. Learn more at: www.LoriRaderDay.com 
A great post Lori! Thanks for being our guest. 


Readers, what do you think? When was the last time you were totally blown away by a keep-you-up-all-night-read, a performance, or a work of art? 


Leave a comment and share your thoughts because we’ll be doing a random drawing from among the posters for an ARC of Lori’s The Back Hour. 

Death by Stiletto

By Kay Kendall

Earlier this
week I was brainstorming with my manager (AKA my husband) about topics for my
next piece here on the Stiletto Blog.

“Eureka,” he said. “Today on the radio I heard about a woman who’s charged with
murdering her lover using her stiletto. At first I figured it meant a stiletto
knife. But no, it was a shoe.”  

Kay & bunny Dusty

“Perfect,” I
said. “I hope I can find the story online.”  And so I began to search, typing in only these
words—stiletto murder. Up popped
pages and pages of articles. Naturally many citations were from local media
outlets, but also from major media like CNN, Huffington Post, and People
magazine.
For lots of detail about this murder, you can Google it yourself. But here is the story in a
nutshell:  
Prosecutors say Ana Trujillo (age 45) was out of control and stabbed her boyfriend Alf Andersson (age 59) at least 25 times, holding him down
until he bled to death. The defense says Andersson was an alcoholic drug user
who was drunk and attacking Ms. Trujillo, and she “did the only think she could
do.”
At least
25 times!
As luck would
have it, the murder took place in Texas. Do you realize how many interesting
(read bizarre) murders occur in this
state? Remember the cheerleader mom contracting out a hit on her daughter’s
rival for a place on the cheerleading squad? Yep, that was Texas all right.


In fact, both
the stiletto wielder and the cheerleader mom inhabited my crazy, fast-growing
city—Houston. Oh, it doth make one so very proud. Yes indeed. (All jokes aside, but I
really do love living in Houston.)
I once read an
article that said if you want to publish a bestseller, then just throw the name
Texas into the title. That state name outsells any other. Again, I am so proud. Texas Chain Saw Massacre anyone? 
Seriously, it’s
a good thing that I enjoy unusual human behavior, since I live where I do.
There is so much material just lying all around, material for a mystery author
like myself to pick up and use.
Now, I’m not
going to claim that Texas has a lock on unusual behavior. Immediately other
states come to mind—like California and Florida. Or cities like Chicago and New
Orleans. Places where unusual behavior is more commonplace then where I was
born and raised—Kansas. When all people can say about your state of birth is
that a fictional character named Dorothy wore sparkly red shoes and had a
little dog named Toto, you know they think your state is boring.
No one ever
says Texas is boring. For good or ill, I cannot argue that fact.
Here’s why I’m
telling you all this. It’s because mystery authors have a warped sense of
interest in some things. I am totally curious about all human behavior, what makes
people tick, as we used to say all the time. I could care less how a car runs
or anything else technical. Just bores me to tears. But people, oh how
endlessly fascinating they all are—we
all are.
That’s the kind
of mystery I like to write—when the person “who done it” seems to be a perfectly normal
human being, but then snaps. I don’t care for the serial killers who everyone admits
are out and out crazy. Where’s the interest, the mystery, in that?
The British writer
Anne Perry has produced endless streams of who-done-its, now numbering more
than 60 books that have sold more than 26 million copies worldwide. At least
the first half of them featured killers who were actually nice people, driven
to do the ultimate evil deed, murder.
When I first
began reading her books in the early 1990s, I noted that quirk in her fiction
right away. Then in 1994 a film was released—Heavenly Creatures, an early feature directed by Peter
Jackson, who went on to direct the hugely successful Lord of the Rings trilogy—that let the cat out of the proverbial
bag. 



As a teenager, Anne Perry had helped a friend kill her mother in 1954.
Both teens were imprisoned in their home country of New Zealand, and then
released five years later under the condition that they never see each other
again. Ms. Perry had gone on to adopt a pseudonym and make a new life for herself. I
myself sat beside her during a luncheon at which she was going to speak. (Of
course we were in Houston!)
Now if that
doesn’t tell you truth is stranger than fiction, I don’t know what would.
========

I wonder if any of you are as fascinated by this tale as I am? The teen killers did not use a stiletto. Do you know what weapon they did use to murder the mother in NZ?

For more on
Anne Perry (real name Juliet Hulme, played by Kate Winslet in the film), I
recommend reading these:
http://www.stuff.co.nz/the-press/news/7367284/Perry-biography-breaks-silence
http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/books-and-media/when-anne-perrys-dark-past-was-revealed/article4592201/
*******
Kay Kendall is an international award-winning public relations
executive who lives in Texas with her husband, five house rabbits, and spaniel
Wills. A fan of historical mysteries, she wants to do for the 1960s what
novelist Alan Furst does for Europe in the 1930s during Hitler’s rise to
power–write atmospheric mysteries that capture the spirit of the age.





http://www.KayKendallAuthor.com



Murder in the Worst Degree

Under my other name, F. M. Meredith, I write the Rocky Bluff P.D. mystery series.  Murder in the Worst Degree is number 10 in this series. Though the characters are ongoing, each mystery is complete so it isn’t necessary to read the whole series to know what is going on.

My goal with this series has always been to show the private lives of the officers as they go about their jobs. There have been romances, lost spouses, marriages, children born, a relative with Alzheimer’s–a true spectrum of real life.

Yesterday, I embarked on a month long blog tour beginning with Dru’s Book Musings  

http://wp.me/p3nHH-4Pb where I showcased a day in the life of Officer Stacey Milligan. And today, I wrote about how I researched cop culture for http://thoniehevron.wordpress.com/

At the bottom of each post is a link to the next stop.

I do hope some of you will follow along, and perhaps even enter my contest to have a character in my next book named after you.

Marilyn aka F. M. Meredith