Weekend Update: May 23-24, 2026

Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Dick Cass (Monday), Vaughn Hardacker (Tuesday), Matt Cost (Thursday), and Rob Kelley (Friday).

In the news department, here’s what’s happening with some of us who blog regularly at Maine Crime Writers:

Today, Saturday, May 23, Matt Cost will be participating in MYSTERY MAKING MAYHEM with fellow crime writers Kate Flora and Dick Cass at the Gray Public Library at 1 PM. Come visit with us! More Info HERE.

 

 

 

 

On Sunday, Matt Cost will be participating in the Mid-Maine Book Bazaar in Fairfield, along with 40-plus other amazing authors. This will be at the community center in Fairfield and will have food trucks, books, sunshine, and authors!

 

 

 

 

 

Next Friday, May 29th, Matt Cost will host, along with fellow Maine Crime Writer Jule Selbo, Noir at the Belleflower (Brewery) in Portland at 7 PM. There will be readings by Tess Gerritsen, Travis Kennedy, Joanna Shaffhausen, James Ziskin, Zakariah Johnson, Mo Drammeh, and Rebecca Turkewitz, as well as fellow Maine Crime Writers Allison Keeton, Rob Kelley, and Gabi Stiteler. More Info HERE.

 

 

Matt Cost will be at the Crime Wave Conference in Portland on Saturday, May 30th. If you are a writer or a reader wondering about the inner minds of writers, come check this thing out. More Info HERE.

 

 

An invitation to readers of this blog: Do you have news relating to Maine, Crime, or Writing? We’d love to hear from you. Just comment below to share.

And a reminder: If your library, school, or organization is looking for a speaker, we are often available to talk about the writing process, research, where we get our ideas, and other mysteries of the business, along with the very popular “Making a Mystery” with audience participation, and “Casting Call: How We Staff Our Mysteries.” We also do programs on Zoom. Contact Kate Flora

 

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GUEST BLOGGER, ELIZABETH DEWOLFE – The Accidental Crime Writer

The Accidental Crime Writer
By Elizabeth DeWolfe

I hadn’t intended to write about crime. A graduate school class on Women and the Law was as close as I got to nineteenth-century disorder. And while the subject of my first book, an anti-Shaker activist, had her day in court, nobody committed a crime, or at least, no violent ones. Women’s history, cozy-style.

And then I found Mary Bean.


I was hunting around for a new project, and at my antiquarian bookseller husband’s store, I stumbled on The Narrative of the Life of George Hamilton, a rotter of a criminal who plied his trade in Saco. Counterfeiting! Thievery! MURDER!

Rulison Cover

 


The 1850 novella read like overwrought fiction, one of many mid-nineteenth-century works that popularized murder, lust, kidnapping, and other crimes, and offered the reading public trashy, ephemeral reads. The opening scene hooks the reader: evil George Hamilton dumps mill girl Mary Bean’s body in a brook and pins the crime on his brother, and “Hamilton,” that cad, “felt relieved of a burden.”

“Mary Bean” Ad


I used to live in Saco, and as I read, I recognized street names and landmarks, and while the characters were larger than life, the setting rang a bit too familiar. Was this story true? My project radar pinging, I went to the Dyer Library and from the vault, pulled out the 1840s and 1850s Saco newspaper, the Maine Democrat. It didn’t take long: “Dead Body Found!”

I had my next project. The story unfolded in newspapers and court records, payroll registers, and medical texts. Mary Bean – Berengera Caswell (1826-1849) – worked in the textile mills. In New Hampshire, she met a Biddeford boy, William Long, and in the summer of 1849, they engaged in “criminal relations.” Six months later, Berengera died in Saco from septicemia following a legal abortion at the hands of a botanic physician. The doctor panicked and attempted to dispose of her body. He tied it to a board and placed her in a stream that emptied into the Saco River. But the board got hung up in a culvert and buried by snow; Berengera was discovered four months later, ironically, where the Saco police station sits today.

Newspaper Headline about the trial


I had become a crime writer, writing of cases not very cozy. And the reason is simple: in writing women’s history, crime is where you find the women. As Pulitzer Prize-winning historian Laurel Thatcher Ulrich famously quipped, “Well-behaved women rarely make history.” But the ill-behaved leave trails. And it’s those trails I followed.

The discovery of Caswell’s body set off a media frenzy with newspapers across New England reporting the news. One newspaper was blasé, headlining a short piece on the death of “yet another mill girl.” But in Saco-Biddeford, there were fears to calm and money to be made; editors published daily “extras,” single newsprint sheets carrying the latest intel and authors-for-hire churned out at least eight short stories featuring Saco-Biddeford factory girls who ignored parental warnings and met unsavory ends—cautionary tales designed to instruct young women on how to be safe, with an overlay of forbidden topics: lust, seduction, and the specter of unwed pregnancy.

Image from “The Murder of Mary Bean”

 

As a historian, my goal is to recover forgotten lives – to document the twists and turns that led to my subjects’ ultimate fate. So, I work backward to make the dead come alive, pulling out details from available documents, chasing down each name, parsing the fact from the fiction, making timelines, exploring medical procedures that could cure you, or kill you.

History relies on written documents, and in women’s history, we see the noisy women, the women who transgress boundaries, the women who sought more than their prescribed role allowed. The women who make great protagonists in writing, factual or fictional.

History is storytelling – and it’s all about choices of whose story we tell and whose story gets left out. As writers, we have options for our tales: historical fiction, contemporary fiction that borrows from history, or my genre, narrative nonfiction – deeply researched but written like a novel. The writing paths are many: the past is fair game for inspiration. How will you use history in your work?

If you’d like to explore how historical archives can provide story ideas, obscure murder weapons, or colorful characters, join Professor DeWolfe and Maine Historical Society staff for Crimes in the Archives, a pre-Crime Wave tour and mini-workshop at the Maine Historical Society in Portland on Friday, May 29, at 1 p.m. Uncover history’s mysteries and incorporate the past in your writing. REGISTER HERE:  https://www.mainewriters.org/events/maine-crime-wave-in-the-archives

 

Historian and Crime Writer Elizabeth DeWolfe


Elizabeth DeWolfe is the award-winning author of The Murder of Mary Bean, recipient of a 2008 IPPY Award in true crime, as well as awards from ForeWord magazine, the New England Historical Association, and the Northeast Popular Culture Association. Her recent book, Alias Agnes: The Notorious Tale of a Gilded Age Spy, is a finalist for the 2026 Maine Literary Award in Nonfiction. Recently retired from a thirty-year career teaching history and archival research methods at the University of New England, she is hard at work on her next book. Mum’s the word, but when this criminal died, thousands came to the funeral. Read more about her work at http://www.elizabethdewolfe.com and follow her on Facebook.

Maine Literary Award Nominee, 2026

Kent State (murder of Mary Bean) https://www.kentstateuniversitypress.com/2010/the-murder-of-mary-bean-and-other-stories/

UPKY (Alias Agnes) https://www.kentuckypress.com/9781985902244/alias-agnes/

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Writing and spring and Maine and things

Spring in Maine! One day it’s in the 80s, the next frost kills the forsythia. After the bugless joy of winter, it’s ants in the mailbox and ticks on your pants and the brown-tailed moth microscopic poison in the air.  After the dead quiet of winter, it’s early-bird summer people walking down my lane talking on their phones on speaker and lawn-care companies revving up half a dozen leaf blowers and lawn mowers at once across the street.

I don’t say all this to sound like some grumpy old boomer, but more to point out to any aspiring writers that it’s easy to wax poetic about the change of seasons in Maine, but if you don’t want your book to be like thousands of others, get out there and find out what spring in Maine is really like. It’s more than just cute jokes about mud season.

So, that’s my writing tip for the day.

Just so I don’t leave you bumming out about ticks or leaf blowers, I’ll share some photos of my recent forays into Maine spring, which don’t have either. I normally would shut myself into the house, because of the ticks, the ants, the brown tail moth and all that other stuff, but my dog Willow doesn’t care about those things. She wants her walks. [An apology to anyone reading this on their phone. I know the mobile app squeezes photos into a funhouse abstract, but that’s technology for you.]

What the hell? I know! The photo doesn’t do this — whatever it is — justice. Made of wooden slats and patched with a variety of materials, this thing — whatever it is — is a good 15 or so feet high and several hundred yards long. Leaking all the way. The sound was spectacular. Kind of like a powerful waterfall combined with heavy rain. My first and continuing thought was “Is this supposed to be doing this?” Some how, some way, it’ll go in a book. But even if it weren’t useful, it was the highlight of our walk. And our day. It’s along Messalonskee Stream in Oakland.

Also along Messalonskee Stream, in another part of Oakland, we caught this old skeleton of a mill. Hard to get a good photo with a dog pulling on the leash and a steep dropoff down to the water. On the other hand, the fact it’s hidden in the trees makes it more interesting.

Willow, for whatever reason. loves loves loves Capitol Park in Augusta. Maybe it’s that 199 years of stuff in the ground for her to sniff and dig at. I love Capitol Park, too. I have a great affection and pride for our State House and the park. The fact that I grew up blocks away and it was part of our childhood playground is only part of it.

One of the walking paths at Capitol Park, early spring before the leaves started coming out. Even so, it may be hard to see the State House dome through the branches.

Capitol Park was established in 1827, the same year it was decided Augusta would be the capital. Take THAT, Portland. It’s Maine’s first planned public space, and the Legislature coughed up $373.13 for the initial work. It shrunk from 34 to 20 acres after it was determined the State House would occupy the high ground at the west end of the park. At the end of a straight line down the middle of the park from the State House is an obelisk dedicated to Gov. Enoch Lincoln, who died in office in 1829. It’s not really clear what the monument is and when we were kids we called it “the four dead guys obelisk,” because it has the names of four guys we’d never heard of on it and it’s on top of a mausoleum.

The park was used as an encampment and parade grounds for troops during the civil war, then cattle were allowed to graze there for much of the rest of that century.

The Olmstead plan for the park had more trees and paths that what the legislature would fund, The State House is across the street from the top. This is from the state’s application for the National Register.

In 1920, the park was more formally laid out when Gov. Carl Milliken (no relation) commissioned the Olmstead Brothers (yes, THAT Olmstead) for a formal design. Top Portland landscape architect Carl Rust Parker was hired to carry it out. He had some more big ideas to enhance the Olmstead plan, but the Legislature didn’t want to pony up the money. The Olmsteads liked a lot of trees, twisty paths, natural features, and more. That was a lot to ask I guess, of a Maine Legislature that was probably grumbling about how it’d been just fine the way it was and why pay money to change it?

Parker  had to pare things down (goodyby zoo! so long pond with native fish!) but he still managed a nice facelift.

One of his elements, a stone speaker’s rostrum toward the back of the park, still exists. It directly faces the State House and is in excellent condition. I’ve never seen any speakers there. I’m not sure if anyone even knows what it is anymore.

The Olmstead, and Parker’s, plans for native trees also was pared down. That said, Parker still managed to get his way on some of it, including a nice grove of native pines that Willow finds particuarly exciting. The stately decidious trees that today line the paths that cirecle the park’s perimeter and cut through it vertically are thanks to Parker and his vision.

Willow likes the grove of twisty little pines near the back of the park.

Many of the original trees were elms. They were killed off by Dutch elm disease last century, but by 1983 had been replaced by red oaks, which now tower over the paths as though they’d been there all along.

One of Willow’s favorite spots is a grove of pines, one of Parker’s additions, at the back end of the park, where things get a little wild because of the geography most notably a ravine that would likely be favorite place if I would ever let her go in it. Access to the river was cut off in the mid-1800s when railroad tracks cut through, and now there’s a road there was well.

Capitol Park remains remarkably unchanged from what it was 199 years ago. It’s not fancy. It’s a long swath of green from the State House down to the Kennebec River, with symmetrical paths, some benches and trees. When you’re in the center and look west toward the state house, the trees frame the view. It works the way stuff like that is supposed to work — simple, yet effective, dignified and welcoming at the same time.

Trees frame the State House, looking west from the cente rof Capitol Park.

It was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1989. One thing that really burns my butt is when the local newspaper misspells the name as Capital Park, with an “a.” Just an editor’s note: Capitol is the building, capital is the city or place of government. You’re welcome. I expect papers from places like Portland not to get the name right — after all, even though it’s the capital, Augusta is considered some exotic backwater that only exists as a euphimism for state government. But in reality, whether the city and suburb folk like it or not, it’s the heart of Maine’s history as a state.

If you live in Maine and have never checked it out, you should. Despite any bells and whistles, it’s a really pleasant place to walk and hang out. An underappreciated piece of Maine history, as well as our lives now.

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And our final spring photo of the day. A couple of weeks ago, on our nightly walk around the block, Willow stopped to smell the roses. Literally, of course.

It was the night before Mother’s Day, and the church had put out a bucket of roses for passers-by to take home for their mom’s for Mother’s Day.

Nothing grumpy about that!

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Guest Post: Moe Claire

Moe Claire is the author of the Pyke Island Mysteries in Downeast Maine published by 12 Willows Press with three titles (A Fickle Tide, Granite and Bones, Black Veil, White Rose) and a fourth (A Blind Spider) due later this year. Her non-murderous alter-writing-ego, Moe Moeller, has published award-winning short fiction and community theater plays. Recently, her short play “Remembering June” was selected for performance by the 2025 Maine Playwrights Festival and performed at Portland Stage. Her short story “The Last Stone from the House of Usher” was selected for Snakeberry: 2025 Best New England Crime Stories anthology by Crime Spell Books. Two of her short plays were selected by Lamoine Community Arts for a spring 2026 play festival. Find out more at www.moeclairemystery.com. Find Moe on Substack as “Bookish in Maine with Moe” or Instagram @moemoellerisbookish.

I was thrilled when Moe offered up her insight about the relationship between writing plays and writing mysteries.


Lessons I’m learning by writing plays

I write the Pyke Island mysteries as Moe Claire. A couple of years ago during my journey as a mystery writer, I recognized the impact live theater has had on my creative style. Before moving to Maine, I was fortunate to be able to sit in the audience at Trinity Repertory Company in Providence, RI and many Boston area theatrical performances. It began purely as entertainment. Then much like I learned about the patterns in fiction by reading a lot of fiction, ranging from the good to the bad to the ho-hum, just by being in the audience, I began to understand how plays work.

A stage play (even a full-length one) is not a novel. It’s like a blueprint. The playwright creates the premise, the roles, the act and scene structure, the dialog and action that drive the narrative, but it’s the director who brings the story to life by casting and staging. In comparison, the novelist is both the playwright and the director. After I became involved with community theater, I could see many parallels in what I wanted to create in a novel. Really, we are all story tellers. Here are some lessons from the theater that I believe give fiction writers something to ponder.

#1: A compelling playscript is tight and spare. For one thing, the playwright has generally less than two hours to tell the story.  More than novels or movies, in a stage play each scene is laser-focused on moving the story forward with the least number of characters, staging, and special effects. Why? Lack of funding! Aside from a handful of lavish productions, stage plays are performed in theaters where time and money are precious.

#2: Speaking of special effects, in a novel, words must do all the work that a stage play can do with lighting, sound and music, and spatial organization. In fiction this would be called “atmosphere”, but like a play, it’s added to where it has the greatest impact.

#3: Plays are a series of scenes strung together to tell a story. Scenes have their own beginning and ending and purpose in the plot. I know most fiction writers don’t think of it this way, but whether a short story, novel or play, we are all writing scenes.

#4: Playwrights seek to minimize set changes such as backdrops, landscapes, rooms, and furniture. Too many set changes will slow down the pace. During a set change on stage, the audience is sitting there waiting for the crew to finish their work and get back into the play’s action. There are parallels in fiction when a story takes the reader to many different locations, side actions, or subplots, and each must be adequately described (exposition) so the reader can visualize the scene. In both, the risk is that the audience loses interest, visits the concession stand, and never returns to their seat.

#5: The goal of every play is to draw the audience into the theater and keep new audiences coming. Compared to the novelist, the playwright can easily see when there’s something seriously wrong with the play. For one thing, count the empty seats! The playwright can sit in on performances to gauge audience reaction. Reader connection is much harder for the novelist, but don’t give up trying.

#6: Playwrights have been known to rewrite and test their revisions before audiences for years before they finally become successful. Theater history is filled with examples of plays being revised and evolving over time. Revision is progress not failure. It took Lin-Manuel Miranda over six years to develop Hamilton. Just don’t tell your publisher you heard that from me.

#7: The 3-act play structure—setup (25%), inciting incident with rising action (50%), and resolution (25%)—is as old as Aristotle and has been used in plays, novels, and movies with reliable success since the beginning of writing. There are lots of good books that cover this subject, and I suggest reading one on classic play structure.

#8: BUT! Form should never upstage (forgive me) the key elements of character, plot, setting, and narration. Form is a scaffold for writing not the goal of the writing.

Finally: Every rule, every precedent is made to be broken by the right author who brilliantly shatters it while holding the reader spellbound.

Keep your hands moving. And your eyes and ears wide open. – moe

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The Challenges of Reentry

Kate Flora: Since the years are slipping away ever faster and travel is wearing, my husband and I declared that 2026 would be the year of travel. While I hate the term “bucket list,” we do have places we want to visit, and so the travel has begun.

For the past two weeks, we’ve been traveling around merry old England. First staying at our favorite hotel in London, The Chesterfield in Mayfair. Then we took a train up to Oxford to join a friend for a little jaunt through some charming Cotswold villages. For me, an avid (if not particularly skilled) gardener, part of the trip involved a visit to Hidcote gardens, which are lovely.

As we moved from what felt like little garden rooms created by tall, groomed hedges, I was constantly thinking about what ideas for plant arrangements I might bring home and include in my own gardens. The trouble is, as was very obvious, I don’t have a large staff of gardeners or a generous budget for plants. Still, I was reminded that my habit of buying single plants doesn’t work as well as when plants are massed. I particularly like plants with distinctive foliage. Bright yellow greens. Variegated leaves of cream and green, or deep purple foliage. I also love flowers, lots and lots of flowers. It would be fair to say that my gardening style is somewhat controlled chaos.

We then returned to London to see a play, dine at a private club, and then we and two friends piled into a car and drove to another part of the Cotswolds. We visited more gardens. Ate two tasting menus, one from a Michelin-starred chef, (three-hour dinners, anyone?) and stayed at elegant country houses.

For our last two days, one of the party wanted to see Dartmoor, so we did that. The route to our fancy inn was terrifying…down those barely one-lane roads bounded by hedgerows that concealed menacing stone walls. Not the sort of place you’d want to drive at night. Of course, being a crime writer, I pictured wild chases on those narrow, twisty roads. It’s natural, I think, when a place has grounds, to imagine where one might place a body. And who, among the very formal staff, has dark secrets. Who will be the victim and who will be the killer? Will I place the body in the bluebell wood?

You can take the writer out of the country and expose her to another culture, but the imagination never stays home.

We flew home on Sunday, a journey that, by itself, has left us both in need of a few days to recover. We always travel with carryon suitcases, which means, for two weeks, that they are heavy. When we went to board the plane, instead of a jetway, there were three flights of stairs down to a bus waiting on the tarmac, and then a very long, scary flight of stairs from the bus to the plane. Never mind how difficult it is to reach the overhead bins to stow the darned suitcase. Ready to depart, we were delayed when they discovered that the stairs refused to detach from the plane. As the pilot said, “We’ve got a bunch of engineers down there trying to figure out what to do.”

Reentry meant coming home to gardens that have tripled in size, and weeds that are lush and healthy. It also means the perpetual dilemma: garden or write? For the next few weeks, between library gigs, I’ll be trying to balance the two.

A reminder, someone who leaves a comment on a post this month will win a bundle of books.

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The Spy In The Snug

We had a lot of good luck on our recent two-week visit to Ireland.

The weather was sunny and warm almost every day.

A lamb with its mother, minutes after being born.

We were able to spend a good deal of time with my wonderful Irish cousins, who have become so dear to us though we only met in person two years ago.  It was a joy to be at their farm in Ventry again, sharing meals, meeting their newest grandchild and watching a lamb being born.

For four days we were able to take in Feile na Bealtaine, a volunteer-organized art festival in the seaside town of Dingle. A highlight of Feile na Bealtaine was the standing room only launch by local historian Pat Neligan of a collection of stories called The Spy In The Snug.

Pat Neligan

The book features “tales of courage, resilience and hope” on the Dingle Peninsula, and features “explorers and spies, soldiers and sailors, murderers, pirates, heroes and heroines.”

For those unfamiliar with Irish pubs, a snug is a tiny private space with direct access to the bar, historically used by women (for whom it was unseemly to enjoy a pint in the public part of the pub) and anyone else who wants to drink or have a meeting safe from prying eyes.

The title of Neligan’s book is taken from one of the 14 stories within, a tale of a Nazi spy sneaking into Dingle during World War Two.

Neligan’s Bar on Main Street in Dingle

The hotel in Dingle where the launch was held is a stone’s throw from his family’s pub. Neligan is a well known gatherer of stories and interpreter of folklore, and copies of the book flew out the door. Clearly, when Pat Neligan speaks and writes, Dingle listens and reads.

We also attended a book launch for a gorgeous ornithology/art book called Birdstyle by Gordon D’Arcy, whose illustrations of the birds of Ireland and prose describing them is stunning.

The audience was filled with accomplished birders, and it was a pleasure to listen in on their spirited conversation with D’Arcy about favorite birding spots and memories.

Gordon D’Arcy’s painting of a Gray Heron graced the cover of the Feile na Bealtaine program.

 

One evening we attended a concert by a terrific local concertina player named Caroline Keane. She’ll be performing in Farmington on July 16 and Belfast on July 17, so MCW readers interested in some high energy Irish music should take note.

We took a lot of photos, as we always do, and I’ll close this post with a sampling of those, because you never can fill your brain with enough images of beautiful places, can you?

Sheep and sea in Co. Mayo.

The sea off Slieve League in Co. Donegal, the second highest sea cliffs in Ireland. Spectacular!

Dunes on the Ventry Strand, site of one of our many beach walks.

The beach at Achill Island in Co. Mayo. The fog bank rolled in off the sea on a sunny Saturday afternoon, and cleared as quickly as it appeared.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brenda Buchanan sets her novels and short stories in Maine. Her three-book Joe Gale series features a contemporary newspaper reporter with old-school style who covers the courts and crime beat at the fictional Portland Daily Chronicle. Brenda’s short story, “Means, Motive, and Opportunity,” was included in the anthology Bloodroot: Best New England Crime Stories 2021 and received an honorable mention in Best American Mystery and Suspense 2022.  A short story called “Cape Jewell,” was published in Snakeberry: Best New England Crime Stories 2025, and another short story “Crime of Devotion” was published this spring in Murder Most Senior, an anthology presented by Jacqueline Winspear in association with the Malice Domestic conference.

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Weekend Update: May 16-17, 2026

Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Brenda Buchanan (Monday), Kate Flora (Tuesday), Maureen Milliken (Thursday), and special guest Elizabeth DeWolfe (Friday).

In the news department, here’s what’s happening with some of us who blog regularly at Maine Crime Writers:

 

 

 

 

An invitation to readers of this blog: Do you have news relating to Maine, Crime, or Writing? We’d love to hear from you. Just comment below to share.

And a reminder: If your library, school, or organization is looking for a speaker, we are often available to talk about the writing process, research, where we get our ideas, and other mysteries of the business, along with the very popular “Making a Mystery” with audience participation, and “Casting Call: How We Staff Our Mysteries.” We also do programs on Zoom. Contact Kate Flora

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Good Enough

I often hear my father’s voice in my head: “Good Enough.” It was one of his well-known sayings. When I was younger, I thought of it as not caring about the end result or being too tired to try harder. He usually said it in relation to finishing a house project.

Ernie Keeton

But as I’ve aged, I realize “good enough” is actually great.

In my early years of writing, I wasn’t very good at finishing a story. I might have had a beginning and an end, or just an end. One day, I realized I wasn’t finishing a story because, heck, an unfinished story couldn’t really be critiqued, right? I was afraid of what a reader or a writing group might think. Once I figured this out, my writing took off.

We are not perfect. We are human. When a writer is willing to give up the idea of perfection, words flow. First drafts appear. The writing is “good enough” to share.

Working in a “Good Enough” state allows for many positive outcomes.

–The philosophy acts as a healthy boundary against perfectionism.
–It implies the goal has been met without exhausting yourself by making it flawless.
–It helps finish things. Too many opportunities are lost, wanting to do one more tweak to a resume before applying for that dream job, or one last edit of a video that never gets posted.
–It protects your energy. You might put 100% into your writing and re-writing, but at some point, you need to direct that energy to something else, like feeding your pooch. Also, not everything deserves 100% of your energy, so choose wisely.
–It reduces anxiety. Allowing for imperfections takes the pressure off. You can complete something without it being perfect. Like this blog post.
–You’re leaving room for future growth. Your first draft will need work. But bravo for finishing it! Your writing improves the more you write.
–You are able to actually finish and move forward to another project.

Having the “Good Enough” mindset is actually a sign of confidence. To say “this short story is good enough to submit” is a victory. Go for it!

If you disagree with this philosophy and want to argue that perfection is the way to go, consider this.

Perfection, masquerading as ambition or high standards, can work against you.

–You may never start. It’s not the right time, season, or location. If you are worried about something being excellent right out of the shoot, you will delay.
–It makes finishing hard. This was my old crutch.
–It may shrink your creativity. You might feel you need to fit into a box, or that your ideas aren’t good enough.
–It can blow something out of proportion. A small thing that goes wrong can feel ginormous.
–It moves the goal posts. Even success might not feel sweet because you are always thinking that you can do better.

My father was right after all. “Good Enough” is the way to go. He has been gone for twenty-six years, although it feels like yesterday. Miss you, Pop. And thank you.

Ernie Keeton, always working on something

 

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Allison Keeton writes the Midcoast Maine Mystery series. Arctic Green, Book Two, is now available. She can be reached at http://www.akeetonbooks.com

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Musings on the Demise of the Thank-You Note

Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson here, today taking “inspiration” from my annoyance at a certain political ad running on local TV stations. You may have seen it, or one like it. Designed to tug at the heartstrings, paid for by out-of-state money, it lauds the involvement of a current (Republican, running for re-election after some votes that proved very detrimental to her constituents) Senator in helping a family with their child’s medical condition. The annoying part for me? At the end of the ad viewers are told (not asked, mind you, but told) to call this Senator and thank her.

Excuse me? I am perfectly happy to offer thanks when thanks are deserved, but a thank you is personal. Fine for the guy in the ad to thank the Senator, and if someone watching is moved to do the same, or send a handwritten note or an e-mail, options not mentioned in the ad, that’s fine, too, but do not expect me to pick up the phone and do the same.

I admit this is a bit of a hot button for me, probably because of something that happened way back in the 1970s. When my husband first got out of the Navy and we moved back to Maine we discovered that the job market was terrible. I had earned my MA in English and had been teaching English and Speech at a community college in Virginia but the best I could find in rural Franklin County was a post as a GED tutor with the local Community Action agency. First, however, I was able to attend that summer’s three-week Shakespeare Institute at the University of Bridgeport on a scholarship (the one advantage to being unemployed and broke). Except for one thing it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience and I earned six post-graduate credits. The one thing? Just prior to a cocktail party thrown for attendees by the Board of Directors of the Institute, or maybe by the Shakespeare Theater (now defunct) in nearby Stratford, with which it was affiliated, those of us who had “scholarships” were handed slips of paper. Each had a name on it. We were told this person had been our sponsor and we were ordered to find him or her and say thank you.

Maybe I was being too sensitive, but I found this offensive. Maybe if I had known from the start that I was the charity case of a specific individual I might have been a little less annoyed. Then again, maybe not. I (conveniently) never located my sponsor, thus avoiding the need to grovel.

wearing the dorm gown a friend of the family’s daughter sent me when I started college–yes, I wrote her a thank-you note

Yes, I know. I was supposed be musing about thank-you notes (in keeping with this being a blog about writing). This is all of a piece. At the same time I took offense at being ordered to say thank you, the whole concept of automatically sending hand-written thank-you notes, in particular for birthday, Christmas, and wedding gifts, was starting to disappear. That makes me wonder if there could be a connection.

No, not to me personally, but I grew up in the 1950s and I was not the only kid expected to write thank-you notes. Mothers, possibly after consulting their etiquette books, insisted on it. In the 1970s, people my age, having been liberated in other ways during the ’60s, were starting families. Did they secretly resent having been forced to write gushing notes to relatives they’d never met for gifts they would never use? Did they, consciously or unconsciously, decide to let their kids skip this “requirement” of good manners?

By the time a cousin of mine got married early in this century, thank-you notes had apparently gone out of fashion. She never said thank you in person at the wedding, either. In fact, now that I think about it, I didn’t even get confirmation that the wedding gift we picked off a registry ever reached the happy couple.

One of the last thank-you notes I received, this one after a home visit with high-school girls. The note was written by their teacher

Thank-you notes also used to be sent in both directions after a book talk or a signing, at least when libraries or book groups were involved. Eventually, as e-mail became more common, there might be a final electronic exchange . . . or not. I haven’t done either since before Covid, so I can’t say for certain but I suspect that thank-you notes are a thing of the past.

The above note was written on the back of this photo

What do you think, readers? Has the written thank-you note become extinct?

Kathy Lynn Emerson/Kaitlyn Dunnett has had sixty-four books traditionally published and has self published others. She won the Agatha Award and was an Anthony and Macavity finalist for best mystery nonfiction of 2008 for How to Write Killer Historical Mysteries and was an Agatha Award finalist in 2015 in the best mystery short story category. In 2023 she won the Lea Wait Award for “excellence and achievement” from the Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance. She was the Malice Domestic Guest of Honor in 2014. She is currently working on creating new editions of her backlist titles. Her website is www.KathyLynnEmerson.com.

 

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Author Interview: James W. Ziskin

James W. Ziskin (Jim) is an American author known for his award-winning crime fiction, particularly the Ellie Stone mystery series. Jim pursued his passion for languages by studying Romance languages and literature at the University of Pennsylvania. His academic background in linguistics, including a focus on Italian and French, has significantly influenced his writing style and story lines.

Before becoming a full-time writer, Ziskin worked as a photo-news producer and writer in New York City and served as the director of NYU’s Casa Italiana Zerilli-Marimò. He also spent fifteen years in the Hollywood post-production industry, managing large international operations in subtitling, localization, and visual effects. His international experiences include years living and working in France, Italy, and India. He speaks French and Italian.

Ziskin’s Ellie Stone series, set in the early 1960s, has garnered much critical acclaim. The fourth book, Heart of Stone, won the 2017 Anthony Award for Best Paperback Original and the Macavity Award for Best Historical Mystery. His novel Turn to Stone received the 2021 Barry Award for Best Paperback Original and the Macavity Award for Best Historical Mystery. Additionally, his novels and short stories have been finalists for the Edgar, Agatha, Lefty, and Sue Grafton Memorial Awards.

I was thrilled to talk to Jim about his latest book, THE PRANK, out on 7/26.


GS: One of the things that I really admire about your writing is how well you develop a setting. You evoke a specific time and place without being overly prescriptive. For THE PRANK, you capture this almost nostalgic town of Hephaestus, NY in the late 1960s. I recently read William Boyle’s SAINT OF THE NARROWS and Megan Abbott’s EL DORADO DRIVE and these stories had a similar, almost tender, approach to setting. It didn’t surprise me when I learned they are both about a time and place deeply personal to the writers. How did you land on Hephaestus in the late 1960s? And the allusion in the name itself isn’t lost on me. 

JWZ: Thank you, Gabi, for the kind words about setting. I try to create compelling locations in my books, and inventing Hephaestus gave me a wonderful opportunity to do just that. By the way, I commissioned a high-school student of mine to draw a map of Hephaestus, and it’s going to be in the book. It’s a wonderful map.

There are so many places in New York State named for European cities, including lots of Greek places. That’s where the name Hephaestus came from. There was already Ithaca, Utica, Syracuse, Troy… So I thought long and hard, searching for a name that hadn’t been used, and I came upon Hephaestus. Unusual, yes, but memorable. And, of course, we can certainly imagine symbolic connections between the Greek armorer of the gods and some elements of my story.

In more general terms, I wanted to write about a small working-class town, the kind of place I know so well from my own childhood. As a writer, however, I find it extremely satisfying to create fictional places, probably for the same reasons I like to make up characters and stories. In so doing, I have a great deal of freedom to paint something new, even if it has to fit inside the real-world limits of a region or timeframe. In the case of THE PRANK, that’s Central New York of the late 1960s. It seems after nine books that I only write novels set in the recent past. I love writing about the 1960s and 1970s, but without relying on some of the more common notions of nostalgia for that era. The sixties weren’t all hippies and druggies enjoying free love. There was middle and lower-middle America, too. That’s what I remember about growing up then and what I wanted to write about in THE PRANK.

GS: Jimmy. Let’s talk about him. You spend about half of the novel in his POV. And, as somebody who spent a great many years working with middle schoolers and who currently has one of my own living with me, you really capture that age. But you also capture something a little dangerous. He’s not a flat character, which is something that I think people really struggle with when they try to write children. Can you tell me a little about Jimmy? How did he change and grow as you worked through the book? 

JWZ: Jimmy is a character I love. But I wouldn’t want to cross him. He’s a sociopath, for sure, but he has an odd sense of responsibility and his own moral code, which is—okay—fairly self-serving. Jimmy is tough, stoical, uncomplaining, and extremely charming. At least as charming as thirteen-year-old boys get. And he can be funny, though sometimes not on purpose. Such as when he reflects on religion and his mother’s death:

Anyways, it was mostly Dad who didn’t want to go to church. And he was right. A fat lot of good God did for Ma, seeing as she passed away at thirty-three from some kind of heart problem. A “genital” condition she was born with, the doctors called it.

Jimmy’s language was fun to write. There’s repetition, bad grammar, some swear words—everything you’d expect from a seventh grader. But he’s also quite able to tell his story competently.

The loss of his mother three years before clearly has had a profound effect on his emotional makeup. And having watched his father care for her throughout her sickness instilled a strong sense of duty in Jimmy, even if he doesn’t feel grief or empathy the way most people do. As for his growth over the course of the story, I don’t want to give away too much, but I will say he becomes more volatile. Scarier and more dangerous, for sure.

GS: The other POV, Patti, is a very well-intended, if somewhat naive teacher. She constantly misreads and underestimates Jimmy, which is definitely something I’ve seen many adults do. Kids are capable of a lot more than we give them credit for. Which POV came more easily, or came first? Were there challenges you faced writing in this almost cat and mouse sort of manner?

JWZ: Jimmy definitely came first. Patti’s an adult, of course, so she could narrate in a style more closely aligned with my own voice. She’s clearly intelligent, but naïve, as you say. She fails to understand just how powerful Jimmy’s attraction to her is. And, of course, she’s tremendously vulnerable due to the tragedy she’s just suffered—the loss of her love in an electrocution accident. Oh, sorry. Did I mention that Jimmy caused the accident that killed Patti’s boyfriend? And she doesn’t know that Jimmy is responsible? No, Patti is ignorant of all that, and she allows Jimmy Steuben into her life to distract her from the crushing grief that’s consuming her. She’s grateful to Jimmy and develops a dangerous dependence on him.

Regarding the challenges of two narrators taking turns telling the same story, I worked hard to keep them in sync. To maintain the suspense and to propel the story forward, it was necessary at times to let one character’s narrative get a little ahead of the other’s. Even if it was only by a couple of hours, it still fractured the chronology a bit. Despite being difficult to manage, that kind of narrative back-and-forth works. It ratchets up the tension for the reader and the characters.

GS: Last year I moderated a panel on theme with some pretty amazing writers. They discussed how there are some thematic threads that seem to pull their stories together. When you reflect on your Ellie Stone series, Bombay Monsoon, and now THE PRANK, do you see any threads emerging? What are they? Why do you think you come back to these ideas?

JWZ: Since THE PRANK is more of a suspense novel or psychological thriller than my Ellie Stone mysteries, it’s bound to be different. Ellie seeks justice and recognition. There are societal issues front and center. Jimmy couldn’t care less about those things. In Bombay Monsoon, Danny Jacobs is ambitious like Ellie, but he’s also foolish at times. Ellie is not.

I think I always include themes like secrets, bad choices, deception, and seduction in my books. And why do I come back to themes like seduction? Because it illustrates human weakness so well. And it gives me as a writer the chance to spice things up with some sex, even if I don’t put the sex on the page.

GS: I love talking to other writers about process. How do your stories come to you? You write long and you write short. How do you know when something is going to be longer or shorter? How do you know who is telling the story?

JWZ: If I knew how to answer this question, Gabi, I’d write a how-to book. As it happens, I don’t know where my stories come from. The only thing I can say with certainty is that I adore writing first-person narrators, especially in my long fiction. That’s probably because I feel it’s better suited to plumb the depths of motivation and desire from the point of view of the person experiencing those things. My short fiction tends to rely more on humor and eccentricity than my novels do. Not sure why that is.

GS: I read your post on Criminal Minds about your journey to writing. From New York to Los Angeles, it sounds like you’ve lived a few lives in one. I’d love to know about how some of your lived experiences creep into the stories you tell. In what ways is your writing personal? In what ways is it escapism?

JWZ: Of course a broad variety of experiences provides raw material for a writer. I’ve lived in New York City, Philadelphia, France, India, Los Angeles, Seattle, and Boston. Wouldn’t trade those years for anything. My time in India—about four years—inspired Bombay Monsoon and gave me countless details that helped make that book ring true and authentic. I also worked in a photo-news agency in New York. That gave me some very useful background on the challenges journalists faced covering news in difficult situations, particularly before the digital age. Things moved much more slowly. Almost quaintly in comparison to today. I’ve spent years studying and speaking foreign languages—French and Italian in particular. My love of languages has dominated and influenced every aspect of my life, including my fiction. And, of course, my teaching career contributed ideas for THE PRANK. No work/life experience is wasted in the writer’s training. And, by the same token, the longer you stick around on this earth, the better equipped you are to write fiction, provided you resist the tragedy of a closed mind.

GS: I’d love to hear a little about what you love most about writing and about what is most challenging for you. 

JWZ: I love having written. Okay, I didn’t coin that phrase. But it is indeed gratifying to have created something from nothing. I can think of no greater joy. That’s why AI holds no interest for me. I want to be a writer, not a prompter.

What’s most challenging for me? I’d say overcoming my sloth. I don’t believe in writer’s block. If I’m not writing, it’s because I’m avoiding it. Just like exercise. I avoid exercise, but I don’t call it exercise block. It’s laziness.

GS: What does the initial W in James W. Ziskin stand for?

JWZ: It’s a secret. Like Rumpelstiltskin. But I insist on using the middle initial professionally Just in case another James Ziskin runs afoul of the law. I want there to be a clear distinction between us.

Jim will be in Portland for the Maine Writer and Publisher Alliance’s Crime Wave and the Noir at the Bar at Bellwether on Friday 5/28 @ 7:00.  More information about both HERE.


THE PRANK. A picture clipped from Playboy magazine, a missing Swiss Army Knife, and a prank gone terribly wrong conspire to make Christmas 1968 a deadly holiday to remember.

“The Holdovers meets The Bad Seed,” THE PRANK features a charming but volatile thirteen-year-old named Jimmy Steuben. He befriends his seventh-grade English teacher, Patti Finch, just days after her boyfriend is killed in an electrocution accident while hanging Christmas lights on his roof. Patti desperately needs respite from her grief, and a chance encounter with Jimmy provides just that. Ignoring the dangers of a potential scandal, the mismatched pair begins spending time together over Christmas break. Patti finds solace in Jimmy’s company; Jimmy discovers desire and infatuation. But what Patti doesn’t know is that it was Jimmy who caused the tragic accident that killed her lover.

You can find more information about Jim HERE or by following his contributions to the Criminal Minds Blog HERE.

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