The Busy Season

Ah, summer in Maine. That magical time of year when the turnpike’s clogged from Friday to Sunday, your favorite haunts are choked with tourists, and your friends who live in warmer climes suddenly realize how much they miss you.

I’m not complaining. The weather’s (mostly) been lovely, and (as my last post indicates) I’m more than happy to play tour guide from time to time. But thanks to my publishing schedule, this summer has been doubly busy for me.

THE KILLING KIND came out in paperback on August 2nd. It’s got a snazzy new cover, chock full of lovely blurbs. NPR called it “Relentless and breathtaking.” The New York Times insisted “Read it. Or else.” And my mom said “I liked your old series better.” (There’s a chance that last one didn’t make the cover.) Anyway, if you’ve been waiting to pick up a copy,  now’s the time. Hit up your local bookseller or order via the links on this page.

On August 9th, Mulholland Books released an e-only prequel to THE KILLING KIND, “The Approach.” It’s lean, funny, and thrilling, and—at the rock bottom price of $0.99 for any e-format—it makes for a great introduction to the Michael Hendricks series. And as an added bonus, it also includes a sneak peek at my second Michael Hendricks novel, RED RIGHT HAND! Click here to learn more or for links to buy.

RED RIGHT HANDRRH doesn’t come out until September 13th, but reviews are already coming in. Booklist said it “brims with nice turns on genre conventions.” Kirkus declared it “Fast-moving… entertaining… A good choice for thriller fans.” And, in a starred review, Publishers Weekly called RED RIGHT HAND “Explosive and timely,” going on to say “Holm expertly balances weighty issues of national security with more intimate personal losses, and makes it clear that the best stories happen in the gray area between good and evil.” (No word on what my mom thinks yet.) If you’re interested in learning more about RED RIGHT HAND (or, you know, preordering it) you can do so here.

As busy as this summer’s been, an impending book release means autumn isn’t looking any quieter. I’ve got loads of events coming up, in Maine and elsewhere. If you want to get a book signed or simply say hello, here’s where you’ll find me:

09/15/16 to 09/18/16
Bouchercon
New Orleans, Louisiana

09/28/16
Raymond Village Library
Raymond, Maine

09/30/16 to 10/1/16
Murder by the Book
Jesup Library
Bar Harbor, Maine

10/13/16
Vose Library
Union, Maine

10/18/16
Curtis Memorial Library
Brunswick, Maine

11/05/16
Murder and Mayhem in Milwaukee
Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Keep an eye on my website for details (times, panel information, etc.) and additional appearances; I’m adding new ones all the time. (If you’re a bookseller or librarian and you’d like to schedule an event with me, feel free to drop me a line via the email address in my sidebar.)

Whew! Just typing all that tired me out. Or maybe the heat’s to blame (I’m writing this on Sunday, and it’s pretty sultry in Portland). I wonder when I’m gonna find time to write the next book. I guess that’s what the winter months are for.

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Chris Holm is the author of the Collector trilogy, which blends crime and fantasy, and the Michael Hendricks thrillers. His first Hendricks novel, THE KILLING KIND, was nominated for an Anthony, a Barry, a Lefty, and a Macavity Award and named a New York Times Editors’ Choice, a Boston Globe Best Book of 2015, and Strand Magazine’s #1 Book of 2015. Hendricks returns September 13th in RED RIGHT HAND. Chris lives in Portland, Maine.

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How to Raise the Perfect Child, Or At Least Lie About It: Preparing for Parenthood

Brendan Rielly: As we prepare to deliver our two oldest back to college and as our youngest enters her junior year in high school, I think often about how Erica and I prepared to become parents in the first place.  This post is taken from a tongue-in-cheek guide to parenting I’ve written called How to Raise the Perfect Child, Or At Least Lie About It.

To prepare yourself for parenthood, you should seek out other parents who have young children. And criticize them. Whatever you do, don’t ask for advice. Criticize them. What do you mean you’re not playing Bach for your baby? I can’t believe your baby food’s not organic. You just have to be firm at bed time, that’s all. Breast-fed children are smarter, but if you don’t want to, I guess that’s your choice. Disposable diapers…don’t you care about the environment?

Have a ball! It’s the last time you’ll have all the answers. Or, you could spend the next nine months whacking yourself on the forehead with a hammer, yelling: “Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!” Soon, your head will go numb, you’ll forget everything you ever knew, and you’ll spend your days walking around in a daze. Boom. Parenthood.

Next, you’ll want to give someone a key to your house and pay them to sneak into your bedroom every two hours and scream in your face. This is important. Points are awarded for how far you jump out of bed and whether you land on your feet, or your face. Points are deducted if you punch the screamer in the face. Parents get arrested for that sort of thing.

After the long jump, you cannot go back to bed. Instead you must take turns heating bottles of milk and squirting them onto each other’s arm. Whoever scalds the other first, loses.

Next, you must carry a bag of compost around for an hour, singing the same song. No variations are permitted. Then, you can go back to bed. Ten minutes later, the screamer will return.

You’re not ready yet. You’re probably two of those people that enjoy stimulating conversations and romantic dinners by candlelight. In other words, you’re not yet parents.

To prepare for parenthood, from now on, every conversation must revolve solely around your child. If it doesn’t, walk away. You must work the word “poo” into every conversation at least once. Never look at the person with whom you’re speaking. Jerk your head around spasmodically like a turkey the day before Thanksgiving. Mutter to yourself frequently.
Encourage half of your coworkers to crawl between your legs whenever you speak to them. When you ask them to stop, have them drop to the floor, kick their feet and scream “No!” Encourage the other half to ignore everything you say until you repeat yourself at least three times, then they are permitted only to respond: “Why?”

Throw away your books, newspapers, magazines and movies. Replace them with books that you rub, scratch, yank, or sniff, and with movies about talking animals that LOVE you and have discovered forty-three verses to Row, Row, Row Your Boat that you never knew existed. Begin every sentence with “You know, this morning on Sesame Street….” Hum the theme song to Barney at work. Loudly.

Having rendered yourself unfit for human conversation, you must now train for the stuff-your-face sprint. Time yourselves while eating. First one done wins. Choking costs points. You’re ready when you can inhale any meal in three minutes or less. You will use the remaining time to take turns spitting baby food in each other’s faces. Points are awarded for adhesion, accuracy, and complementary colors.

Don’t quit now. There is more to learn, little cricket. Spill milk on your suits and let them sit in the sun for a week before wearing. Pour milk on your couch and place it next to your suits. The remotes belong in the oven and your watch goes in the toilet. Install new latches so you can’t open the fridge, oven, or any cabinets and put plastic covers on all doorknobs. You’ll eventually end up locked in the bathroom, furiously spinning the cover around and around. Enjoy it. This is a good time to practice muttering to yourself.

When you do get the bathroom door open, invite all your neighbors to join you. Never go to the bathroom alone. From now on, this is performance art.

Pack every suitcase you own and carry them with you wherever you go while also holding an alley cat hopped up on amphetamines. Purchase all the graham crackers in your store, pour milk on them, and spread the goop across all surfaces in your minivan. It will form a protective barrier between your vehicle and its inhabitants. Generations from now, archaeologists will be able to tell how old your van is by the number of layers. By the way, if you are still driving anything sporty—and by sporty, I mean non-minivanish—drive immediately down to the nearest minivan dealer and sign over all your salary for the next few years. You must have the latest minivan with multiple climate controls and more monitors than NASA, or you will be bad parents.

Some final, but essential, points. Call random doctors at three in the morning and complain that your child looks funny. When they hang up, call back. Tell them she smells funny too. Anytime that you are in a large group, announce that you have to go peepee and run from the room holding yourself. Sniff random people’s bottoms and announce “We have a winner!”

So, as you lay on the bathroom floor exhausted, trapped, famished, ripe, with a constant throbbing in your forehead, know this: you have fooled yourself into thinking you’re ready for parenthood.

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Vanity Plates, Cheesy Women in a Des Moines Elevator and Other Tales From the Road

John Clark sharing our recent foray into the heartland of America. What seemed simple a month before turned into quite a frazzling experience when Beth and I sat down to plan our trip last month. The centerpiece was our nephew’s wedding in Des Moines where he’s a professor of philosophy. Mary, his wife to be is a Harvard Law school graduate, who grew up in Wisconsin.

Meet Mary Triik

Meet Mary Triik

The original plan was to drive to Des Moines via Canada and then spend a few days exploring South Dakota, returning via the Peace Garden on the North Dakota/Winnipeg border. However, the more we looked at available time (we had another reception here in Maine and Beth was going to take care of Piper the following week while her day care was closed), the more apparent it was that this wasn’t going to work. Plan B was to spend a couple days exploring Nebraska, but that quickly fizzled for much the same reason. I was beginning to feel frustrated and considered saying, “The hell with it. Lets go to the wedding and then come straight home.” Good thing we came up with Plan C because it was a winner.

Lucky shot of Beth through the waterfall at the botanical garden.

Lucky shot of Beth through the waterfall at the botanical garden.

Going to Des Moines, we stopped in Kingston, Ontario and did the Haunted Walk (http://hauntedwalk.com/kingston-tours/). Shelby, the young woman who was our guide did a great job. We didn’t see any ghosts, but learned that one nearby park may have as many as 10,000 skeletons buried under it and at one point, we were standing on top of an old jail yard where those executed had been buried. Not all the bodies were recovered.. The next day, we were amazed to see wind turbines dotting corn fields for nearly 40 miles along the shore of Lake Ontario. We also passed several big solar farms. Western Quebec and eastern Ontario were scarily dry, so dry that we could see wetlands that were down to caked mud and trees that were clearly dying. We also visited the arboretum in Guelph which had a lot of wildflowers geared to attract butterflies. There was also a big bird feeder that had both a male and female cardinal enjoying the seeds. (https://www.uoguelph.ca/arboretum/)

Shelby was our very entertaining and eloquent guide for the walk in Kingston.

Shelby was our very entertaining and eloquent guide for the walk in Kingston.

That night we stayed in Monroe, Mi. where we walked on a nature trail and saw 5 snowy egrets and more cardinals. Then it was a long drive through Ohio, Indiana, Illinois and into Iowa where we hit four downpours so fierce we slowed to a crawl. We were more than happy to get to our hotel where we met up with Beth’s brothers and their wives for dinner.

Iowa takes vanity plates seriously. They have their own eye-grabbing color.

Iowa takes vanity plates seriously. They have their own eye-grabbing color.

My friend Mike, who was a librarian in Iowa for many years suggested we might enjoy the botanical garden (http://www.dmbotanicalgarden.com/) and the nearby arboretum (http://iowaarboretum.org/) He was right about both. The botanical garden has a rainforest-like domed area with everything from cacti to papaya and banana trees. There’s a separate room where local gardeners have assembled fabulous plants, intermixed with furniture, glass and miniature terrariums. We even saw herbs growing from a pillow stuffed with loam. It was a riot of colors, topped only by the spectacular water lilies in a Japanese water garden. The Arboretum was also a great place, with several species of trees we’d never seen before. Ever hear of a Kentucky Coffee tree?

Pillow planter at the botanical garden.

Pillow planter at the botanical garden.

The wedding was a small one and the reception was held at a rural park with a pig roast as the central theme. Everyone, save the pig, had a great time. When we got back to the hotel, we got on with another couple and two very happy young women. The other couple asked about the ribbons the ladies were wearing and we all were informed they were from the Fuzzy Udder Creamery in Whitefield, Maine (http://www.fuzzyudder.com/) and had just taken third place in a national cheese competition. Small world, we thought.

All aboard the Tooterville Trolley.

All aboard the Tooterville Trolley.

Plan C went into effect the next morning as we headed northeast through Wisconsin, passing the giant air show in Oshkosh (500,000 spectators) on our way to the upper peninsula in Michigan. It’s an area that looks a lot like our part of Maine, but gets between 200-300 inches of snow annually. People are very friendly and we chatted with a couple who own a small produce business in central Michigan while riding the Toonerville Trolley (http://trainandboattours.com/) a 5 mile narrow gauge train running through bogs and woods to a river where passengers board a boat that takes them to Tahquamenon Falls , the second largest waterfall in terms of volume east of the Rocky Mountains. We saw three bears, six eagles, nine sandhill cranes, two merlins, four deer and more hawks, turkey vultures and ducks than we could count.

We made two more stops of note on our return trip. The first was at the Soo Locks in Sault St. Marie (http://www.saultstemarie.com/attractions/soo-locks/) We lucked out, arriving just as large ore carriers were going through in different directions. These two locks handle 7,000 vessels annually, some as long as 1000 feet and pump up to 22 million gallons of water in or out to move each vessel. It’s a very impressive operation and there’s a visitor center as well as a shipwreck museum on the grounds.

Imagine riding herd on 7,000 of these each year.

Imagine riding herd on 7,000 of these each year.

Our last stop was a two night excursion in Algonquin Provincial Park (https://www.ontarioparks.com/park/algonquin) a wilderness area almost 3,000 square miles in size. There are plenty of lakes, streams and wetlands, not to mention dozens of hiking trails, camping areas and exhibits. We hiked two trails and walked a third that was a series of exhibits, many preserved or restored, that depicted the evolution and history of logging in the park. It’s the best one I’ve ever seen and we learned a lot as well as getting plenty of pictures.

This was one serious stairway. Luckily, we walked DOWN.

This was one serious stairway. Luckily, we walked DOWN.

We left the park at 6:30 the next morning, passing through Ottawa and Montreal, arriving back in Hartland before sunset. It was a terrific Plan C.

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Weekend Update: August 13-14, 2016

fallsbooks1Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by John Clark (Monday), Brendan Rielly (Tuesday), Chris Holm (Wednesday), Dorothy Cannell (Thursday), and Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson (Friday).

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

Kate Flora, Lea Wait and Dorothy Cannell will be speaking at the Golden Harvest Grange (928 Main Road, Carmel, Maine,) on Thursday evening, August 18, at 6.p.m.  Their program, “Death and Desserts”, will be sponsored by the Simpson Memorial Library in Carmel.

Lea Wait‘s books will be at Arts and Yachts: the Boothbay Region Boatyard Show and Sale: A Lincoln Arts Festival held Thursday, August 18, from 6-7 p.m.; Friday, August 19 from 10 a.m. until 6 p.m., Saturday, August 30, from 10 a.m. until 6 p.m., and Sunday, August 21 from 10-4 p.m.  Lea will be at the show, which will be held at the Hodgdon Shipyard in Southport, Maine, all day Saturday, and will stop in at other times.

This coming Wednesday, Kate Flora and Roger Guay will be guests on Maine Calling, and Wednesday at six they will be at Sherman’s on Exchange Street at six, signing copies of A Good Man with a Dog.

Also, it’s time for another author give-away–a gift bag full of books and Maine goodies, so keep those comments coming, friends. You can’t win the bag if you don’t.

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. Contact Kate Flora: mailto: kateflora@gmail.com

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Modern Olympics, and the First United States Olympic Games (in 1904)

 

If you’re like my husband and me, you’re spending a fair number of hours this week  watching the Olympic Games. High points; low points. logo Olympics

In 2016, despite a few technical issues, teams from more than 200 countries are competing in the Games, which are being broadcast throughout the world. Today we take that for granted. But since I’m a history buff, I thought it would be fun to revisit the way the Olympics used to be.

No one knows exactly when the first Olympic Games were first held in Greece, or whether they were really founded by a son of Zeus, as legend says. But they were held every four years for over 1,000 years until a Christian emperor abolished them, citing their pagan origins.

A French aristocrat, Pierre de Courbetin, gets the credit for bringing them back. In 1894  he gathered 79 delegates from 9 countries to discuss the possibility of reviving the Olympic Games. Those delegates created the International Olympic Committee, selected a Greek, Demetrious Vikelas, as its chairperson, and chose Athens as the appropriate location for the first modern Olympic Games.

In 1896 241 men (no women) from 14 countries competed in 43 events. The winners were awarded a silver medal and an olive branch. There was no Olympic Flame or Olympic Oath. But the modern Olympics had begun.

The second Olympic Games were held in Paris in 1900, at the same time as the Paris World’s Fair. Women competed for the first time – in croquet – and 24 nations were represented by 997 athletes; 975 men and 22 women competed in 95 events. But little attention was paid to the Games because they were spread out over five months, mingled with the various other events taking place at the World’s Fair.

In 1904 the third modern Olympics took place in St. Louis, in the United States.

The American organizers hadn’t learned much from the Paris Olympics. The St. Louis games were held over six months, coinciding, as they had in Paris, with a World’s Fair. Because getting to St. Louis was more difficult for many of the world’s athletes than getting to Athens or Paris had been, fewer participated. Only 651 men and men competed, representing 12 countries – and the most of those competing (523) were from the United States.

But there were memorable moments.

 American gymnast George Eyser, who had an artificial left leg, won six medals. (This was, of course, pre the Paralympics.)

The Galt Football Club from Canada won the gold medal in football.

Archie Hahn set an Olympic sprinting record in the 200 meter, running it in 21.6, a record that stood for 28 years.

But the most remarkable event was the marathon, run on an extremely hot day, on  dusty roads, with horses and several new modern automobiles leading the way … and creating clouds of dust that the athletes had to run through.

Frederick Lorz was cheered as the winner … until someone discovered he was just jogging back to the finish line to get his clothing. He’d dropped out after running 9 miles.

Thomas Hicks finished first legally, but, in an early case of drugging, his trainers had given him several doses of strychnine sulfate mixed with brandy. He had to be carried off the track and would have died if doctors had not treated him immediately.

Cuban postman Felix Carbajal ran in street clothes he’d cut off to make the pants look like shorts. Along the way he stopped off in an orchard to snack on some apples, which turned out to be rotten. Feeling ill, he then took a short nap.  Despite these delays, he finished fourth.

The first two Africans to compete in the Olympics ran in this marathon; two Tswana tribesmen from South Africa named Len Taunyane and Jan Mashiani who had come to the United States to work at the Boer War exhibit at the World’s Fair. They came in 9th and 12th in the marathon, but would no doubt have done better if Taunyane had not been chased a mile off the course by dogs.

Tug-of-war was one sport in which athletes competed in 1904 which is no longer an Olympic sport.

Since 1904 the Olympic games have become much more polished and sophisticated. Today countries compete to host the games. There are Olympics in both the summer and in the winter, to focus on sports in different climates and seasons. 

The Olympic Games seems destined to continue to change, to improve, and to provide athletes throughout the world with standards of excellence. Today the ultimate goal for many of the most talented athletes in the world is to represent their nation at the Olympics, to compete with the top men and women in their sport, and perhaps, just perhaps, to someday hold an Olympic medal in their hand.

The Olympics. In the past, and today, the Games symbolize the best of the best, and are an inspiration to all of us to be the best we can be, no matter what playing field we choose to compete on.

            

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Inside or Outside: It's the season of conflict

Kate Flora here, pondering on a subject much on my mind this summer: How a writer balances Maine summer with the need to be at her desk. You know, from reading this blog, that I love being in my garden, cooking for my friends, trolling through the Brunswick farmer’s market for flowers and veggies and Maine-made cheese, and that I love swimming in the sea. What I haven’t talked so much about is the reality of the working writer’s life–that no matter what season it is, we have to be at our desks writing or that next book just won’t happen, and we have to be in fine libraries and bookstores everywhere because there’s little sense in writing those books, or asking publishers to publish them, if we don’t do promotion.

This past week, when suddenly the sun seemed to move far too quickly toward the position it takes in the fall, a position I measure by where the sun sets across the cove behind the houses on Abner’s Point, I was seized by a major case of “I don’t wanna!” There was a morning nip in the air that hadn’t been there before, and the very dry grass had a late August crunch. “It’s too soon!” I yelled at the passing osprey heading home with a fish. “It’s too soon. I haven’t had enough of summer yet,” I called to the juvenile seagull perching on the dock. “I’ve just started to enjoy this summer,” I called to the burbling eider ducks. All of them ignored me. “It’s too soon,” I yelled at what looked far too much like a fall sunset, before I was silenced by its beauty.

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There is a crate of books in the back of my car, along with bookmarks, crime scene tape, dog paw stickers, special tablecloths, and other author-event paraphernalia, and my calendar says visit with my brother, sister-in-law, and niece and then be in Greenville at six tonight. There’s company coming tomorrow for the weekend. My desktop is obscured by piles of articles, studies, police reports, and reference books laid out for my current project, and my co-writer is impatient for me to send him the next segment of the book. Yesterday, instead of writing, I cleared three decades worth of clutter out of the laundry room so it could be repaired and spent the afternoon with my son visiting from LA.

I have a bottle of pomegranate molasses waiting to be joined with eggplant and fresh figs. The nonfiction project screams at me like a toddler having a meltdown. I have a character sitting on a bar stool waiting for me to get back to him and help him find a killer. I am waiting for my e-book publisher to send me potential cover designs for a new Thea Kozak mystery, Death Warmed Over, and a new Joe Burgess mystery, And Led Them Thus Astray. I’m so eager to see how these are received by readers who follow these series. And wondering where I will find the time and energy to get out and promote two more books.

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But this is what writers do.

This summer, my project has been to pay attention to the rhythm of my days and my moods and figure out what makes me happy. Or that would be my project if I weren’t so busy with everything that has to be done. Like all the writers here at MCW, I’m trying to strike the balance between what has to be done and slowing down and remembering to do the two things we love–being present in this lovely Maine summer, and writing.

What helps? Remembering to look up from my desk. Look out the window and see the piled white pillows of summer clouds. Listen to the thrum of lobster boats passing and the squabbling of gulls overhead. Watch the patterns of wind on the water as it changes from blue to green to silver. Smell the fresh brine in the air that makes it feel extra nutritious. Take the time to taste farmer’s market lettuce or a never chilled tomato. Remembering to be present instead of hurrying through the days, and seeing the people and the places, taking in the colors and the smells.

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Because fall will come soon enough, and then the browns of November, and it will be easier to stay at my desk.

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#WriterWednesday: 20 Questions to Help Write Strong Characters

This month, I thought I would include the Maine Crime Writers in something I’ve just started doing at my own blog on Wednesdays, to celebrate something the Twitter-verse calls #WriterWednesday, or #WW. In the Twitter world, you use that hashtag and then include all the writers in your sphere as a little virtual shout out. Don’t worry: I’m not going to do that. Instead, this #WriterWednesday I thought I would post an excerpt and exercise from my new writing guide, Creating Complex Characters. The guide is broken down into five daily lessons and corresponding exercises that help writers master the fine art of character building. Since I know a fair number of our readers at MCW are writers, it seemed like this might be appreciated.

This excerpt is from day two of the book, titled Getting to Know Your Characters:

profile-characters-people_M1PhNJKu_LOn day one of Creating Complex Characters, I looked at one of the biggest questions out there for fiction writers: What motivates your character? Now, let’s move on to those little details that make a character come to life for readers. Things like personal history, physical characteristics, financial constraints, and spiritual philosophies all come into play here. A lot of what you learn about your character in today’s exercise may never even be mentioned in your novel, but knowing them goes a long way toward informing your narrative. When you know your character inside and out, that knowledge bleeds into things like how they express themselves, how they interact with others, and what their perspective may be in a situation. Not to mention that, if you’re writing a series, knowing the ins and outs of your character up front means you won’t have to second guess yourself in book three when you can’t remember what color your heroine’s eyes are or whether your antihero drives a Camaro or a Prius.

Take Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum as an example of how powerful knowledge of the little things can be for readers. In Evanovich’s bestselling series, bounty hunter Stephanie Plum is a good-old-fashioned Jersey girl with a tight-knit family, a philandering ex-husband, and two sexy-as-sin love interests with their own complicated back stories. What else do readers know about Stephanie?

She has a hamster named Rex, who represents the most enduring commitment she’s made thus far in her life. She has a wildly eccentric grandmother, Grandma Mazur. Her constantly revolving stock of cars is regularly repossessed, crashed, shot at, blown up, or otherwise destroyed, with the exception of Big Blue, Grandma Mazur’s seemingly indestructible 1953 Buick Roadmaster. Fans know how Stephanie’s marriage to Dickie Orr went bad and who he cheated on her with, what Stephanie likes to eat (peanut butter and olive sandwiches and Boston creme donuts), where she grew up, when she was born (October 12), what she wanted to be when she grew up (a reindeer, Peter Pan, Wonder Woman, a rock star, and a rock star’s girlfriend). In other words, Evanovich’s readers know plenty about Stephanie Plum, gleaned over the course of twenty-three books, four novellas, and a short story (as of this writing, anyway). We learned the bulk of that information, however, within the first two to three books—which means Evanovich knew that information within the first two to three books.

If you want to write an enduring series with characters who stay with the reader for the duration, then you need to go into it with a clear idea of those little details. For Evanovich, this might have been fairly simple because of the striking similarities between herself and Plum. In “A Conversation With Janet Evanovich” posted by Claire E. White on the Internet Writing Journal in January of 1999, Evanovich says, “I wouldn’t go so far as to say Stephanie is an autobiographical character, but I will admit to knowing where she lives.” Whether your character is secretly you or not, though, those little details that make us who we are can make or break a book or series.

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Writing Exercise: 20 Questions

When I began writing my Erin Solomon mystery All the Blue-Eyed Angels, I was an undergrad at Goddard College. I’d only written literary fiction before that, so the mystery thing was a whole new ball of wax. I found myself getting more and more mired in the plot, and feeling less and less like I understood who my characters were or what role they played in the book. While I felt like I had a pretty good handle on my main character, the motivations of my secondary characters were murky at best. What made them tick? Why were they doing the things I was forcing them to do? What kind of life had they lived before I brought them to the page?  In order to get to know those secondary characters better, I embarked on a little mission of discovery for each of them.

That’s what this exercise is about for you.

Begin with a character you don’t know well. This can be one you just thought up, or someone you’ve been writing for a while but with whom you never felt a real connection. And I know you might feel a little silly, but write the answers to the following questions from your character’s point of view.

(1) What was your first car?
(2) Do you believe in God? Why or why not?
(3) Favorite color?
(4) Favorite movie?
(5) Describe your first kiss.
(6) Cat or dog person?
(7) Favorite food?
(8) Famous person you most resemble?
(9) If you weren’t in your current career, what would you be doing?
(10) Where do you want to retire?
(11) Favorite sport? Do you prefer playing or watching?
(12) Which parent are you closer to?
(13) Favorite childhood memory?
(14) Worst childhood memory?
(15) One thing no one knows about you.
(16) Three words friends would use to describe you.
(17) Life of the party or wallflower?
(18) Favorite book?
(19) Who is your hero or heroine?
(20) What is your animal spirit?

When I ran through this exercise with a secondary character who’s kind of a loose cannon in All the Blue-Eyed Angels, Joe Ashmont, I came out with a better idea of where he came from and what vulnerabilities he brought to the table. It made me more empathetic toward the character, and I think ultimately served to make what could otherwise have been kind of a throwaway character, far more complex. Here are a couple of the answers I came up with:

Describe your first kiss.
Out behind the chapel with Becca, on a dare. Second base on that first kiss, at 10 years old. I was what they called an early bloomer. And Becca… Well, she was born good to go.

Cat or dog person?
Dog. The only good cat I ever met was a drowned one.

If you weren’t in your current career, what would you be doing?
Nothing I’d want to do but haul traps. Might as well put me in the ground the day I have to give up my boat.

And that’s the gist of the exercise. If you choose to go through the twenty questions, I’d love it if you would share an answer or two from your character’s point of view in the comments below! Or, let us know if you have other strategies for building memorable characters.

Jen Blood is author of the bestselling Erin Solomon Mysteries and the 5-Day Fiction guide, Creating Complex Characters. To learn more, visit www.jenblood.com.  

 

 

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On The Trail Again

There aren’t many entertainment venues up here in the county, but we have those nature has provided. Last month I finally gave in and purchased a Yamaha Wolverine, a side-by-side ATV.in the late twentieth century the railroads serving Aroostook County (the Bangor and Aroostook and the Aroostook Valley Railroad) went out of business. The railroad tracks and ties were removed from all of the B&A and AVR railbeds but the graded bed upon which the tracks were laid was left behind creating a myriad number of ATV/Snowmobile trails.

 

My Yamaha Wolverine

My Yamaha Wolverine

The former B&A rails pass beside my house and for three years I have watched the ATV and snowmobile traffic that utilizes the trail (appropriately named the B&A Trail) which is maintained by a local ATV/Snowmobile club. The club, out of Caribou, grades the trail to remove potholes, rolls the trail to pack the surface, and removes obstacles such as fallen trees. I recommend carrying a chainsaw if you are capable because it is not unusual to come across a tree that has fallen and is blocking the trail, many of us will remove these obstructions.

The Aroostook trail system is extensive and connects every city and town in the county and a rider can connect with trails further south (I believe that it is possible to travel the length and width of the state on the trail system).

MooseThe scenery along the trail is often breathtaking and it is not unusual to encounter wildlife. In the picture to the right two moose stood on the trail and we had to stop and wait for them to wander off into the woods.

The trails provide one an opportunity to go into the north Maine woods and lose oneself in nature without worrying about getting lost (the all of the trails ultimately lead to a town) and if you ride on a week day the opportunity to get away by one’s self. As a self-professed hermit I find this to be the best time to ride because for the most part I have the trail to myself. On the other hand if want to see a vast cross-section of humanity to use as characters in your next literary effort the week end will be more to your like. As I said earlier, the B&A trail passes along my property and it is not unusual to count ATVs in the hundreds passing by on Saturday and Sunday.

These summer posts have impressed me with all of the great things there are to do in our state from spending a day in our largest city (Portland) or at one of our quaint coastal towns–but, I’ll take the seclusion of my woods where I get to visit sparsely inhabited lakes and ponds, rivers with crystal clear water, and I can see any number of wildlife species in their natural habitat.

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Weekend Update: August 6-7, 2016

fallsbooks1Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Susan Vaughan (Monday), Vaughn Hardacker (Tuesday), Jen Blood (Wednesday), Kate Flora (Thursday), and Lea Wait (Friday).

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

On Wednesday, August 10th, Kate Flora and Roger Guay will be at the Guilford Library at 6:00 p.m. to talk about riding around in a green pickup truck and writing A Good Man with a Dog. Kate and Roger think they may have found a new way around writer’s block.

And on Thursday, July 11th, Kate and Roger will be at the Center for Moosehead History at 6:00 p.m., to discuss the book.

The Marie Antoinette House … that’s what locals call the house Lea Wait lives in. And on Wednesday, August 10, she’ll be talking about the legends, myths, and realities about that house … and how she’s used its history in her books.  Where? The Boothbay Region

Marie Antoinette House, circa 1890

Marie Antoinette House, circa 1890

Garden Club, at St. Columbia’s Church at 32n Emery Lane in Boothbay Harbor. She’ll be speaking at 1:30, and the meeting is open to the public. Her books will also be available for purchase and signing.

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, book club, 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. Contact Kate Flora: mailto: kateflora@gmail.com

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A Day on Monhegan Island

by Barb, writing on her porch while gazing out at Boothbay Harbor

I’ve already done one “Day In” post for Boothbay Harbor where my husband and I spend our summers, but I couldn’t resist doing another. It’s hard to believe that we’ve owned this house for twelve years and been coming here for almost thirty, and yet we’d never been to Monhegan Island. Monhegan sits just twelve miles off the Maine coast, and Boothbay Harbor is one of three places–in addition to New Harbor and Port Clyde–where you can catch the ferry to Monhegan during the summer season.

This year, we resolved to do more touristy things while we’re in Maine. Plus our daughter and her husband visited Monhegan on their honeymoon and told us we were crazy if we didn’t get ourselves out there.

Our day started with a ride on The Balmy Days II out of Boothbay Harbor. The ride takes an hour to an hour and a half depending on conditions, and it’s one of those situations where your vacation starts the moment you step on the boat–not when you arrive at your destination. The crowd on the boat was lively and excited–a group of women celebrating a friend’s birthday, a group of men going fishing, and plenty of couples, families and dogs.

Monhegan from the water

Monhegan from the water

You can go to Monhegan for the day, taking the morning ferry out and the mid-afternoon ferry back, but that only leaves you about three and a half hours on the island, so Bill and I had a reservation to stay overnight at the Island Inn, one of two hotels on the island. (There are also several B&Bs and lots of weekly rental cottages.) As it happened, we made our reservation for two of the most glorious days of the summer. In fact, we’ve been joking that we can never go back, because it will never be that perfect again. Though there are very few vehicles on the island, the hotels and cottages send a pickup truck to schlep your luggage from the dock. Even more wonderful, when we got there at 11:00 our room happened to be ready.

The Island Inn

The Island Inn

Lunch: Monhegan has more than twenty artists who will welcome you to their galleries or studios, but only four places to eat. We chose the Fish House Fish Market where you place your order at the counter and sit at picnic tables on Fish Beach. The food was fresh and delicious and the view superb.

The schoolhouse

The schoolhouse

Two-thirds of Monhegan is undeveloped due to the efforts of Ted Edison, the son of the inventor, and the Monhegan Associates. In the 1940s and 50s, Edison began buying up land already divided into house lots and now Monhegan Associates’ land encompasses more than 380 mostly wild acres on which they maintain twelve miles of trails. Being humans of the mostly non-hiking variety, we took the easy walk out of town, visiting galleries and shops as we did and then on out to Lobster Cove where Bill explored and photographed the hull of the D.T. Sheridan, shipwrecked off the coast in 1948. While he did that, I sat on the rock promontory, enjoyed the views of the sea, the rocks and the Rockwell Kent-Jamie Wyeth house.

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On the way back, treat yourself to a cold one and a seat in the shade at the Monhegan Brewing Company, the island’s micro-brewery. Or have an ice cream cone at The Novelty behind the Monhegan House. Everywhere you look will be a delightful feast for the eye, I promise.

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From there we headed back to the Island Inn whose deep front porch and rockers were calling to us. I sat and read a book, looking up to enjoy the views of Manana, the uninhabited island across from Monhegan that forms its protected harbor, as well as the boating activity. We had wine on our room’s little deck, followed by a fabulous dinner at the Island Inn accompanied by a glorious sunset. (You can buy wine on the island, but the liquor laws are convoluted and dinner is BYOB.)

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

Our room at the inn had breakfast included and then we set off again. We walked up to the lighthouse, which has an excellent museum as well as a gallery. Bill continued on across the island to Whitehead while I sat outside, admired the stupendous views, and solved several knotty plot problems.

The view from the lighthouse

The view from the lighthouse

Caveats: One thing to keep in mind. Monhegan is actual nature, not a Disney simulation of same. There’s a big sign when you get off the dock warning you that there are no formal emergency services on the island. Many of the trails are challenging, the rocks slippery. Stay above the high water mark, watch for moss, bugs and poison ivy, and don’t go in or near the water anywhere but Swim Beach, since the undertow and currents around the rest of the island mean no one will even try to rescue you if you fall in.

View from Whitehead

View from Whitehead

After we descended from the lighthouse, we had lunch at the Barnacle on the dock and then took a tour around the island on the Balmy Days II before we headed back to Boothbay.

All together a relaxing, visually stimulating and magnificent day in Maine.

[All photos in this post are by Bill Carito. If you like them and want to see more, you can friend him on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/bcarito and follow him on Instagram at billcarito and bill.carito.colorphotos.]

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