Before anything else, acknowledgements to various places that have helped me launch In Solo Time, the prequel to last year’s Solo Act. More to come as the fall unfolds. In no particular order, many thanks to:
- Gulf of Maine Books
- Curtis Memorial Library
- Letterpress Books
- Longfellow Books
- Mustard Seed Bookstore
Now, on to the screed. I love John McPhee, regardless of anything I say after this. He’s the consummate long-form nonfiction writer on topics as diverse as oranges, the pine barrens of New Jersey, and the American shad. I started reading him when I came across Encounters with the Archdruid
in the late seventies and followed his work in the New Yorker and his books, right up to his most recent book, Draft No. 4, which summarizes the lessons of the writing course he’s taught at Princeton since 1975. This last one, I’m afraid, is what’s plunged me into the Slough of Despond.
In his chapter on Structure, McPhee recounts how his high school English teacher forced him (and presumably his classmates) to outline every piece of writing before he started to write. In the Draft No. 4 chapter, he recounts how he decided on structures for various of his projects, drawing shapes, arrows, mazes, recurring curves, and lines peppered with dots well in advance of the point at which he wrote anything down. Many of these structures are marvels of architecture, reflecting deep thinking about the relationships among bits of information and story he’s picked up in his research travels, how to create the reader’s journey through the arc of the bales of information he’s picked up. All of this thinking he accomplishes before he writes a word.
For me, it usually takes three or four drafts of a novel to decide if there’s even a story in it. I can’t seem to think out the arc of a tale ahead of time, let alone what its ideal structure is, until I’ve thrown some words down on the page to work with. I remember an interview with Calvin Trillin
in which he called his first drafts the “vomit draft.” I’m still heaving three or four rounds in. (I had a conversation with another writer once in which she told me she felt like she had to grow the tree before she carved it into furniture, which may be a more pleasant metaphor.)
At any rate, the fact that McPhee can create these elaborate structures and write to them amazes me, though I know it probably shouldn’t. The more time I spend with writers, having those tentatively weird and revealing conversations about process and procedure, the more I realize that everyone’s process is a unique collection of quirks, myths, prejudices, amulets, and incantations that works, mostly. If there were an easy way to get it done, someone would have patented it and be living on a yacht by now.
So I’ve calmed myself down. Temporarily. Yes, I cursed McPhee when I read Draft No. 4, until I realized my own strange process works in its own way. Of course, he has published a few more books than I have . . . I wonder if I took up drawing . . .











Back in the 1990s, when I was writing category romance and historical romantic suspense, my books were published as paperback originals. Decades later, when I wrote my “Secrets of the Tudor Court” novels, they were published in trade paperback. To distinguish between historical romance and historical? I truly have no idea, nor did I have any say in the decision. Trade paperbacks are nearly the size of a hardcover but are easier and lighter to handle and cheaper to produce. The three books in my historical Mistress Jaffrey Mysteries, came out first in hardcover, but also in large print, e-book, and trade paperback. The hardcovers are expensive, making the trade paperback look like a much better deal to the average reader. There is no mass market option.

Kathy Lynn Emerson/Kaitlyn Dunnett is the author of more than fifty traditionally published books written under several names. 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. She was the Malice Domestic Guest of Honor in 2014. Currently she writes the contemporary Liss MacCrimmon Mysteries (X Marks the Scot—December 2017) and Deadly Edits series (Crime and Punctuation—2018) as Kaitlyn and the historical Mistress Jaffrey Mysteries (Murder in a Cornish Alehouse) as Kathy. The latter series is a spin-off from her earlier “Face Down” mysteries and is set in Elizabethan England. New in 2017 is a collection of short stories, Different Times, Different Crimes. Her websites are
ideas for blog posts and cannot seem to choose among them or get organized to write them. So tonight, as I was driving along admiring the full moon after a spectacular day by the ocean, I thought about entering the month of October. October makes me happy, because it is crisp and fresh and gorgeous, with the bluest skies and the bluest water and energizing wind. One of my Joe Burgess mysteries, Redemption, opens on an October day much like today.
One particularly splendid aspect of October is that, for some reason (which a weather person might explain) we have the loveliest and most spectacular sunsets then. Even as I grow cranky at the fact that my days are shorter, they are coming to an end in unsurpassable fashion.
photos of sunsets. We all want to try to capture that magic, though we’re rarely successful. But since I have the luxury of a west-facing view, I have some that for me, at least, still make me draw in a breath and go, AAAHHH! OH! YES! How lucky I am to have seen this.







Sharing a meal can break down barriers. In my book Twice a Target, Holt tries to avoid Maddy, who’s serving as nanny for his orphaned nephew, but when she cooks Turkish Summer Vegetable Stew and offers him a taste, she penetrates his wall. Judi Phillips (Through All Time) stresses that food scenes provide an opportunity to add sensory levels of smells and tastes. Food feeds the mind and soul—and heart—with comfort, texture, flavor, and smell. Experiencing the cooking of a savory pot roast or an apple pie (my husband’s favorite) can associate that aroma in the man’s psyche as part of the woman who cooked it for him. Applying the five senses in a story scene creates context, building reality for the reader.
In Once Burned, Jake brings Lani a blueberry pie from a local baker, which evokes shared childhood memories. Lani’s near orgasmic enjoyment of her slice leads to something more than pie.


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Sadly, this summer I spent most of my time at my computer, and by the end of August I was longing for fried clams and harbor views. Finally, about ten days ago, my
husband I and fellow Maine Crime Writers Barbara Ross and her husband Bill, who’s a photographer, managed to meet at The Lobster Dock and have a final outdoor meal before restaurants like that closed for the winter. (Lobster and clams and mussels and their accompaniments can be found all year round in Maine, but sitting outside gets a bit chilly after Columbus Day.) 













