A Maine Bee Update and…THE BEES

Susan Vaughan here. Some of you may remember my October post about my neighborhood’s effort to rescue a colony of honeybees (http://wp.me/p1GTyX-3J0).

Bees3In brief, we discovered the bee colony hanging from a tree branch beside a sunny field. The neighbor who owns the field marshaled local beekeepers to organize a rescue because honeybees cannot survive a Maine winter unless in a manmade hive and given food and care. After much effort, the little pollinators were moved into a hive box, and my neighbor tended them all winter.

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Alas, last winter was too harsh, too cold and too long. The bees didn’t make it. An April wind and thunderstorm knocked over the hive, spreading the remaining honeycombs on the ground.Beehive fallen2 small

Here’s my neighbor’s tribute: “We went up to pay our respects and to see the elaborate and beautiful internal structures they had made to try to get through the winter. We left them as they had fallen. Most likely, as predicted, the winter had been too fierce.

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As I looked on each of the series of frames, I could see the elaborate work of the winter colony, some honey, some new comb and many, many dead bees elegantly lying in different layers. I decided to leave the whole architectural structure as it was because that’s what the wind brought, that was the law of nature and how the hive fell apart. I would leave the colony to the winds, the sun, the field just as they lay there dead. I want to know this ending. I want to look at them as they melt back into nature’s hold.”

The saving grace is that other bees scented the honey and collected it to feed their colonies until flowers bloomed and they could gather nectar.

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Then thanks to another neighbor, I chanced to read The Bees by Laline Paull. She’s a playwright, screenwriter, and author who lives in England and whose neighbor is a the-bees-coverbeekeeper, possibly the inspiration for this suspenseful and wildly (yes, wild as in bees) imaginative tale.It’s about honeybees, but it’s also so much more. The protagonist is Flora 717, a sanitation bee (cleaning up dead bees, other debris) in an orchard hive, who is born with unusual abilities that allow her to move between the strict hierarchies of her hive. Throughout the story, she witnesses the brutality and beauty that the various castes of bees exhibit to keep the hive productive, all in service and devotion to the queen. But when Flora discovers she is fertile and can produce an offspring, she dares to rebel and follow a new and daring path.

The Bees is a dark tale, but snatches of humor creep in. I chuckled at Paull’s wry portrayal of the drones as pompous dandies who expected every worker bee to bow to their “maleness” and cater to their every want.

One reviewer wrote, “Taking place within a literal beehive, all societal issues seem to be addressed—placement within a society, governmental bodies, religion, environmental influences (SV: weather, pesticides, etc.), outside evil forces (SV: crows, wasps).” Another said, “The Handmaid’s Tale meets The Hunger Games in this brilliantly imagined debut set in an ancient culture where only the queen may breed and deformity means death.” The book is classified as science fiction and dystopian. And again, yes, it is all that, and more.

Paull creates a totally believable apian world, riveting, poetic and philosophical. If you read The Bees, you’ll never again think of honeybees the same.

*** The third book in my latest series, Cleopatra’s Necklace, has just been released. Suspense and danger but no bees involved. More info at www.susanvaughan.com. Join me and other Maine Crime Writers tomorrow, July 11, at Books in Boothbay. Over 60 authors in many genres will be signing books. FMI, go to http://booksinboothbay.blogspot.com.

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Cabbage Island–What’s Different, What’s the Same?

by Barb, working on the front porch in Boothbay Harbor, enjoying the scenery and the lovely breezes

I’ve been open about the fact that my Maine Clambake Mystery Series is “inspired by” the Cabbage Island Clambakes here in Boothbay Harbor. One of my fellow MCW writers Lea Wait’s daughter had her wedding reception there. Lea mentioned it to me in passing, and when my agent told me he was looking for a clambake-themed mystery series–bingo! An idea was born.

But, that idea was born in October, after the real Cabbage Island had closed down for the winter, and the series sold in February, so I wrote the first draft of Clammed Up without ever visiting Cabbage Island. I’ve always believed that was all to the good, because it left my imagination free to roam. I could make up an island, a family, and a “dining experience” that was unique. But in the name of research, my husband and I were the first people on the boat the following June when they reopened.

My husband, my daughter and I getting ready to board the Bennie Alice last weekend

My husband, my daughter and I getting ready to board the Bennie Alice

Now that the first three books are out, a handful of people have written me to say that inspired by the books, they came to Boothbay Harbor for vacation and have gone to the “real clambake.” Last weekend, which was the long July 4th weekend, my daughter-in-law requested for her birthday that the whole family, including her mom who was up visiting from Virginia, go out to the Cabbage Island Clambake.

In an interview, Hank Phillippi Ryan once asked me if I could ever attend a clambake again and not be working. I’m happy to report the answer is yes. We had a perfect day for the excursion, and I had a lovely, lovely time. I did pick up some island gossip and anecdotes which will probably make their way into a future book, but I was “hardly working.”

I thought, in the interest of setting expectations for potential visitors, I would point out some of the differences between my fictional Snowden Family Clambake and the real thing.

1) On the way to the clambake, you cruise on a former party boat which takes you on a harbor tour.

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The same. Also the same, the boats are named for the matriarch. In my books, the boat is the Jackie II, named for protagonist Julia Snowden’s mother, Jacqueline. The real boat is the Bennie Alice, named for 95-year-old Bennie Alice Moore, mother of the owners, who runs the island gift shop.

2) The clambakes are family-owned and run.

My family at the Cabbage Island Clambake

My family at the Cabbage Island Clambake

The same, though the families are entirely different. The Cabbage Island Clambakes are owned and run by brothers Wayne and Bob Moore. Four generations of Moores enjoy the island every summer. In the books, Julia Snowden has stepped up to run the Snowden Family Clambake Company along with her sister Livvie and brother-in-law Sonny Ramsey.

3) The island where the clambakes are held is just beyond the harbor mouth, in the Atlantic.

Not the same. Both Boothbay Harbor and the fictional Busman’s Harbor are vast with many islands, inhabited and uninhabited. But though the Snowden Family Clambake is just beyond the harbor mouth, Cabbage Island is inside the harbor in Linekin Bay.

linekin bay

4) There is an abandoned family mansion and a playhouse big enough to live in on the island.

Not the same. The Moores do have residences on Cabbage Island, but the island itself is less than half the size of my fictional Morrow Island. There’s no mansion, playhouse or beach, though there is a lovely lodge built in 1900. My brother is the only person who knows me well enough to have recognized the inspiration for the mansion and playhouse. It’s this little $27 million dollar beauty here, which was next door to my grandparents summer house in Water Mill, Long Island. (And by next door, I mean my grandparents’ modest ranch house was built on property that formerly belonged to the mansion grounds.) It did have a playhouse so complete it was rented out during the summer as a separate residence. The playhouse has been done over and expanded so many times over the years it’s no longer recognizable for what it once was. (On the other hand, the mansion in the books and the original inspiration look nothing alike. It’s just the idea.)

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5) The meal consists of clam chowder, steamers, two lobsters, corn, a potato, an onion and an egg. Dessert is blueberry grunt.

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Almost the same. The Cabbage Island Clambake serves fish chowder and dessert is blueberry cake, but otherwise the meal is identical.

6) The meal is cooked in a pit, over rocks heated by a roaring wood fire and covered in seaweed and tarps.

Not quite the same. My description in Clammed Up is more “traditional”, but I have to admit I’ve wondered if it would be practical for serving that many people. The Cabbage Island set up includes all of those elements, but is on a raised structure.

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7) There is an island cat.

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The same. Though not a Maine coon like the Morrow Island cat, Le Roi.

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There isn’t an osprey family on Morrow Island, but after seeing this one on Cabbage Island, I wonder if I need to add one in some future book?

The Moores, by the way, have been very gracious to me, answering questions and so on. When I told Bob on this trip that I’d only killed one person on the island, so far, he laughed and said, “As long as it isn’t me.”

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Living and Writing on the Coast of Maine

Lea here. And, for all of you who enjoy reading the Maine Crime Writers blog, have I got a book for you!

As many regular readers of this blog know, during the past fifteen years I’ve changed my life, in very positive ways. After ending my thirty-plus years in corporate America I moved to Maine, the state I’ve loved all my life, married the man I’d loved (but lived without) for many years, and began writing fiction full-time. This summer my fourteenth traditionally-published book THREADSOFEVIDENCEwill be released (THREADS OF EVIDENCE, in late August.)

In the past several years I’ve written blogs for Maine Crime Writers and other sites, focusing on what it’s been like to live my dreams: live in Maine full time, and be an author … and the wife of an artist.    4_1

In response to suggestions from a number of you, I’ve now edited, added to, and brought together 32 of the best of these blogs in one place. LIVING AND WRITING  ON THE COAST OF MAINE is really a memoir.  Starting with a celebration of my anniversary in October, the essays move through Christmas, New Year’s, winter storms, mud season, and on to the joys of Maine summers.

I’ve chosen the selections carefully, based on my most popular blogs, and those that best defined my life now, and sometimes in the past. (We all have backstories.) Warning: they include a fair amount of wry humor.

Because many readers are also writers, or are curious about writers, I’ve also included  25 essay on writing the cosy mystery, doing research, what author signings are really like, how to create a character bible for a book, experiences visiting schools, and other insights into how my life and my writing merge.

Available in both e-book and paperback, I hope you’ll enjoy this peak into living in Maine … and my life.

Lea Wait writes the seven-book Shadows Antique Print Mystery series, starring protagonist Maggie Summer, and the Mainely Needlepoint series, which began with TWISTED THREADS last January. The second in that series, THREADS OF EVIDENCE, will be published in September. She also writes historical novels for ages eight and up set in 19th century Maine. 

 

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Maine crime writers just wanna have fun

Maureen here, getting some last thoughts in before I head off to Baxter State Park for a few days.

Writing is a funny business. Yes, it’s a business in that we write books and it’s important to sell them. But selling them isn’t primarily why we do this. A bunch of us Maine Crime Writers gathered Saturday to take part in the Belgrade Lakes Fourth of July extravaganza. And yes, we brought books to sell. But as the several hours we spent at the event made clear, a lot of the real fun of this business, besides writing the books, is meeting people and talking about writing and our books.

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John Clark, Lea Wait, Kathy Emerson and Dorothy Cannell get ready as the Meet the Maine Crime Writers booth opens for business.

John Clark, Dorothy Cannell, Lea Wait, Kathy Lynn Emerson and Kelly McClymer, all of whom blog on this site, had a grand old time talking to those who stopped to say hi, and I think to a person we’d say that the books we sold during the event were just the gravy on what was a great day.

Speaking for myself, “getting rich” was never really the goal of becoming a published writer. It was also never the goal of my day job, newspaper editor. Both are things I wanted to do since I was 9 or 10 years old. Being from a newspaper family, I knew the journalism gig was never going to make me a lot of money. That prepared me for the reality of being a published writer, I guess. But money — or fame — never was a goal in the first place.

Those who are driven to write do it because they have something they want to say. I’m lucky that there are people out there who are interested in hearing it. I don’t think I’d change the message in order to get more money for it. In fact, I know I wouldn’t.

I could have written for a certain audience, sexed things up more, thrown in some vampires, if they’re still the rage. Maybe written a dystopian vampire-themed BDSM-

John, Lea, Kathy, Maureen, and Dorothy

John, Lea, Kathy, Maureen, and Dorothy

tinged mystery thriller about a couple of PI/meth cookers who break all the rules and some heads in order to bring the bad guys (so I guess they aren’t the bad guys? These days, it’s hard to tell) to justice.

But my heart wouldn’t have been in it. I’ve read a lot of bad books in my life, and while they’re all bad in their own way, the lack of heart is obvious.

It was obvious to me from the way my fellow Maine Crime Writers talked about their books and their writing that they had heart Saturday. I think it was obvious, too, to those who stopped by to chat. Some of them even bought books.

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Weekend Update: July 4-5, 2015

fallsbooks1Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Maureen Milliken (Monday), Kathy Lynn Emerson/Kaitlyn Dunnett (Tuesday), Lea Wait (Wednesday), Barb Ross (Thursday) and Susan Vaughan (Friday).

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

Don’t forget that today (July 4th) MCW regulars Dorothy Cannell, John Clark, Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson, Maureen Milliken, and Lea Wait, together with recent guest blogger Kelly McClymer, will be signing books from 11-2 at the Belgrade Lakes 4th of July Festival in Belgrade Lakes, Maine. For those who want to stick around, there’s also a frog jumping contest at 5PM and fireworks once it gets dark.

Here’s a look at our venue, ready and waiting. I’ll try to post pictures later in the weekend to show what it looked like with people crowding around to talk to us and buy our books.

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As promised, a few pictures from Belgrade Lakes on the 4th of July.

Kathy and Dorothy setting up

Kathy and Dorothy setting up

A very successful day.

Lea Wait, John Clark, and Kelly McClymer from inside the tent

Lea Wait, John Clark, and Kelly McClymer from inside the tent

And a lot of fun, too.

John, Lea, Kathy, Maureen, and Dorothy

John, Lea, Kathy, Maureen, and Dorothy

Monday, July 6th at 7:00 p.m. Dorothy Cannell and Kate Flora will be at the library in Castine, sharing writing secrets, research stories, and where our characters come from.

Screen Shot 2015-07-03 at 3.55.52 PMNext Saturday, July 11,  is Books in Boothbay, held at the Boothbay Railway Village in Boothbay, Maine. Many, many Maine authors in all genres, including Maine Crime Writers. The morning is for children’s and YA books, the afternoon for the rest of us. (P.S. That means Lea Wait will be there all day — from 9 until 4.) Check here for more details. We’re likely to be giving away fun things, like books and cookie cutters (moose or lobster, anyone?) perhaps even a cool tee shirt from Liberty Graphics.

What’s your favorite Maine book? We’d love to hear what it is and why you like it. We recently heard from Mainely Murders Bookstore that their customers love the mystery, The Maine Mulch Murder, written by John Clark and Kate Flora’s late mother, A. Carman Clark. Rumor has it there may be another Amy Creighton mystery, The Corpse in the Compost, coming in the next year. If you’d like your own copy of The Maine Mulch Murder, share your favorite Maine book with us…and you could win one.

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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Meet Some Fellow Travelers

John Clark posting today

Regular readers of this blog do so for many reasons. They may be friends with someone who contributes, they may be lovers of mystery or lovers of Maine or they may simply like what we post. Whatever the reason, we’re thrilled to have them stop by. I’m sure that those of us who post here regularly also have blogs we love. As a young adult author, reader and reviewer, I’m always looking for something interesting and stimulating that relates to that genre. I’ve been a follower and pretty much a daily reader of one called YA Outside The Lines (YAOTL) (http://yaoutsidethelines.blogspot.com/) for quite some time. Not only do I get some interesting perspectives on how others approach writing YA fiction, but since the folks blogging there try to have a monthly topic (last month was theme parks), I enjoy how varied the takes are.

Holly says the sequel is in progress

Holly says the sequel is in progress

Since blogs without readers risk becoming like the falling tree in the forest, I wanted to share this favorite of mine with MCW regulars, so I contacted Holly Schindler, the administrator and who has written some really great YA and juvenile fiction (her Playing Hurt is one of my all time favorites) and asked her about doing a profile. As you can see from what follows, she and several of the other members of YAOTL have come through in spades, so read on, consider checking it out regularly and enjoy. One quick reminder: If you’re in Belgrade tomorrow for the 4th of July festivities, make sure to stop by the Maine Crime Writers table. We’ll be there from 11-2.

Who started the blog and why? The blog was started by several authors with MTV books—they enjoyed blogging at the MTV site, but wanted to expand, reach out to some YA authors not necessarily being published by the same company. So YA Outside the Lines was born.

You inherited the blog—how has that gone? I know it’s a lot of work making sure blogs get up in a timely manner, even more so when you’re a writer. I always say I inherited the blog from Jennifer Echols. She was the administrator when I was asked to join. When her writing duties got to be too much, she needed to back away from blogging; I said I’d take over administrative duties. But really, there’s been very little work on my end. I shoot the bloggers reminder emails for their posts, and email the group in order to come up with a monthly “theme.” Then I just get to sit back and enjoy the posts along with everyone else.

How have posters been selected? New bloggers arrive in all sorts of ways. Sometimes they come to me asking to join, sometimes other bloggers at YAOTL will suggest new bloggers, sometimes I ask writers I meet. The only requirement is that they write (and are passionate about) YA lit.

What do you hope the blog accomplishes? I hope it introduces readers to some fabulous YA authors. I hope it provides some sense of community for both our bloggers and readers.

Funniest Post? Most unusual / embarrassing post? So hard to pick! You know, we let it fly at YA Outside the Lines—we talk about our writing journeys (full of bumps in the road), as well as our own teen lives (which are just ripe for crazy stories). You never know what you’re going to read next at YAOTL.

What do a few of your regular bloggers have to say about YA Outside the Lines?

Patty Blount

Patty Blount: “OK, my two cents’: YAOTL helps me feel like a real author. It’s hard to stay confident in this industry and hanging out with other writers who ‘get it’ makes me feel so much less alone. I’ve never met many of these authors but in a very real sense, they’ve become my family. Nothing Left to Burn is my fourth YA with Sourcebooks Fire and releases on 8/5!”

Jennifer Hubbard

Jennifer Hubbard: “My first experience with YAOTL was as a reader–so many authors I admired were part of it. I loved the ‘pushing the boundaries of the genre and writing from the heart’ tagline, because that’s what YA is to me: A genre that’s constantly being redefined. Writing with emotional depth. I love reading everyone’s take on the different subjects we tackle. It’s like a mini-anthology every month.
Bio info: Jennifer R. Hubbard is the author of three YA novels, most recently UNTIL IT HURTS TO STOP, and a nonfiction book about writing, LONER IN THE GARRET: A WRITER’S COMPANION.”

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Courtney McKinney-Whitaker, author of the historical YA THE LAST SISTER: “I think the best part for me has been “meeting” other writers, if virtually, and getting to know you all through your posts and comments. It makes a lonely job feel less lonely.”

Jody Casella

Jody Casella, author of THIN SPACE: “I love being a part of YAOTL. I enjoy the themes each month– coming up with a post and reading the other writers’ approaches to the topics. But what I like most about the group is the sense of community. Writing is such a solitary activity. We’re plugging away, alone, on our laptops, and sometimes it can feel pretty lonely. It’s been nice to meet the people behind the books, people, who it turns out, are a lot like me, with kids and pets and dirty dishes and part-time jobs, people who are juggling writing and promoting, who are working and reworking manuscripts and always dreaming to get more of their stories out into the world. Many of the YAOTLers have become my friends over the past few years.”

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Jennifer Salvato Doktorski, author of THE SUMMER AFTER YOU AND ME: “W riting is such a solitary craft that I’m happy to be part of a community of YA authors who understand that the day-to-day business of being an author isn’t always pretty. Some days/weeks/months are more intense than others and during those periods, I become very anti-social, often turning down invitations from friends and putting all non-writing related activities on hold. Reading the blog posts of my fellow YAOTLers, as well as writing my own post once a month, forces me to think about something other than the project I’m currently submerged in and makes me feel connected. I’m always inspired about what others post and often find myself expanding my reading list as well as following their advice about everything from writing a better sentence to decluttering my home.”

Natasha Sinel

Natasha Sinel: “I have been a follower of YAOTL for years (and years and years), and it has been so inspiring to read the heartfelt posts during the long lonely stretch of working toward getting traditionally published.

What I loved about YAOTL as a follower was how different it was from other author blogs. First off, it was one of the first co-op blogs I’d seen, and I loved the monthly topics and how each author had something different to say. It was also different from other blogs because it was about craft and emotion. Most other blogs I followed were about querying, how to get published, etc. I loved seeing the inside look at authors’ writing lives. I remember dreaming of being an author and being a part of a site like YAOTL!

I also loved YAOTL as a follower because it introduced me to authors I wasn’t familiar with (like Holly Schindler whose A BLUE SO DARK really stuck with me). Once I finally got a publishing deal, I approached Holly for a blurb request, and not only did I get the most amazing blurb for THE FIX, Holly invited me to join YAOTL. I have loved writing my YAOTL monthly blog posts about interesting topics where I can dive into my feelings about writing, reading, life, being an author. And I continue to love reading my colleagues’ posts. My debut YA novel THE FIX releases September 1, 2015 from Sky Pony Press.” (NOTE: I’ve read an ARC of This and it’s a great book!)

How do you pick a monthly theme and can you say which have worked the best? I shoot an email to the group mid-month, saying it’s time to throw out some ideas for a theme. Many of our themes have been seasonal, some have been tied strictly to the writing industry. Our best themes have always been those that are the most open-ended (so that bloggers can still find something fresh to say at the end of the month). But we also usually find ways to tie even the most non-writing-sounding theme into our work…

What else would you like MCW readers to know about the blog? Just that we’re always looking to interact with new readers. Be sure to follow us at yaoutsidethelines.blogspot.com. If you’d like to suggest a monthly theme you’d like us to write about, you can always shoot me a message at writehollyschindler (at) yahoo (dot) com.

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About Holly Schindler, YA Outside the Lines Administrator:

Holly Schindler is the author of four traditionally published books; her work has received starred reviews in Booklist and Publishers Weekly, has won silver and gold medals in ForeWord Reviews Book of the Year and the IPPY Awards, respectively, has been featured on Booklist’s Best First Novels for Youth and School Library Journal’s What’s Hot in YA, and has been a PW Pick of the Week. She recently became a hybrid author; FIFTH AVENUE FIDOS (contemporary adult humor) is her first independently published book. She is owned by a Pekingese named Jake and can be found working on her next book—PLAY IT AGAIN, the sequel to her YA romance PLAYING HURT—in her hometown of Springfield, Missouri. She can also be found at hollyschindler.com, @holly_schindler, and facebook.com/HollySchindlerAuthor For sneak peeks, giveaways, news, writing tips, and more, subscribe to her newsletter: tinyletter.com/hollyschindler.

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Teach Her a Lesson

IMG_2579Kate Flora: Summer is a great time to refill the well of creativity. A quick trip to L.A. for The Sound of Music sing-along at the Hollywood Bowl. Passing banks of roses at the edge of the sea and admiring the swaths of lupines along the Maine roads.

Every summer I make the same vow: No, I will not teach. I will sit on my porch in an armchair and stare out at the sea and read books and play in my garden and work on a book and take it easy. And every summer, without fail, when I get the e-mail asking if I’d like to teach, I find myself saying yes. Why? Because, also without fail, spending three hours a week in a room full of writers is wonderful.

What do they teach me, you ask? What could they have to teach a writer who has been at

The cell phone flashlight app becomes magical at the Hollywood Bowl

The cell phone flashlight app becomes magical at the Hollywood Bowl

this for thirty years and is working on her twenty-sixth book? In a nutshell–everything. Much in the same amazing way that having a small child teaches us to see the world anew, spending time each week listening to writers take the same homework assignment and give it a dozen individual spins reminds me of all the tools we bring to the table when we sit down to write, and the many ways we can wield them.

Language? You bet. This room has writers from all over the world, from different age groups, who work at different careers. They may all be doing a sensory isolation exercise where they go to a place and write three paragraphs of description, each using a different sense, but when they share their work, they will take us into many different places and firmly anchor us there. From the deadly serious to the highly comedic, their writing helps them to understand their distinctive voices and world views, and reminds me of the importance of choosing the best word. Of crunchy nouns. Of the challenges of describing smells or the tactile nature of surfaces. Of dynamic flow. I am awed–and jealous–as I listen.

Voice? Again, you bet. Stunning opening lines. Powerful contrasts. Undisclosed yet evident character. Simple descriptions that manage to reveal deep emotional connections.

Writerly choices are all over the place.

IMG_2542-2How about a sense of place so powerful you can feel the blisters on your feet, the crunch of pine needles, smell the mingled scents of a summer commuter train or dining at an outside restaurant? How about an observing eye that makes things architectural? Or one that operates cinematically, beginning with the wide, establishment shot and then zooming in on the essence of the piece?

Or a sense of taste so vivid the entire class is hungry?

Or combining three such different smells that each one is elevated, giving the piece more depth?

There are no rules about where the place must be, and their writing flows from dark, fraught interior spaces and the cramped immediacy of a car seat to towering trees twisting in the wind and the varied grays of stormy skies.

I think you get the picture. Every summer I break my vow and teach another writing class because there’s a kind of magic that comes from doing it. Magic in the many ways that different writers can write. And a reminder that as writers, we never have have this craft knocked. We’re always learning. A reminder that we all began with the blank page, and allScreen Shot 2015-07-01 at 5.52.47 PM of those endless editing heads, perched on our shoulders like a many-headed hydra, telling us we’ll fail. We won’t get it right. We don’t know what we’re doing. So part of the magic is watching writers shrug off those don’ts, and you can’ts, and you musts, and finding their way to their own writing practice.

So sorry, lonely white L.L.Bean chair. I’m not on the porch after all. I’m spending time being inspired by writers. Maybe next year.

 

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Where Do You Find the Joy in Writing?

What part of the writing process gives you joy?

What part of the writing process gives you joy?

Since every writer’s process is different, and since we each take pleasure in different aspects of the craft, I asked the group at Maine Crime Writers this question: Where do you find the joy in writing? Below are their fascinating replies.

Maureen Milliken: I find the joy in actually doing it, and the more I write the more the story works itself out and becomes clear to me. The discovery part just blows my mind.

Chris Holm: Nothing gives me a bigger thrill than when my characters do something unexpected. I live for the moments they take over and surprise me. I suspect that’s why I’m not fond of outlining: I’m a junkie looking for a fix. I’d rather fly without a net than go a whole book without once getting that jolt.

Susan Vaughan: I sweat out the first draft, but seeing it come together as I get past the middle is a triumph. Even more, (don’t hit me), I find joy in the revision process, tweaking scenes and making the wording sing.

Lea Wait: Simply … I love making something (a story) out of nothing … or, perhaps, more correctly, out of bits and pieces of places, people, ideas, history, nature … it’s like making a patchwork quilt. Individually the pieces may be bright, or dull, or contrasting .. but stitched together in the right way they can become (when the quilt or story works) art. That’s always the challenge .. to find the right pieces and put them together in the best way possible.

John Clark: Since I’m not a plotter, most of my books and stories are created as I’m writing, so I’m entertaining myself and discovering things much like I hope readers will.

Screen Shot 2015-01-05 at 7.39.56 PMKathy Lynn Emerson: Good question, Kate.

Since I don’t plot much in advance, I’m always thrilled and energized when pieces fall into place and I suddenly know what happens next or why a character has been acting in a certain way. Those “ah-ha” moments can make my day.

 

Vaughn Hardacker: For me it’s those times when the story takes over and I just type along behind!

Dorothy Cannell: “…From being invited into the world of my characters and encouraging them to surprise me.”

Barbara Ross: I’m with Susan. I love revising. I love the feel of rounding the bend and seeing the finish line in the distance. I especially love it that when revising, so often you discover that somehow, during the first draft, you’ve subconsciously stashed characters, scenes and settings away for later, unaware of how critical they would turn out to be.

Brenda Buchanan: Hi Kate, great question. When I am writing I feel most like my true self. That is not to say I find writing to be easy. But it is my most comfortable psychic habitat, where I am most at home, and that brings me joy.

Jayne Hitchcock: Just writing brings me joy.

Kate Flora: I’m with Chris—it’s those surprises that I live for. Those moments when I Screen Shot 2014-08-21 at 4.20.26 PMhave a plan and my characters have another, and they simply take over. I also love those moments Barb Ross refers to when you discover that unconsciously you’ve laid the groundwork for how things will end up. And yes, Jayne and Brenda, just writing gives me joy. Especially first draft, when, as John notes, I’m discovering the story the way my readers will. And may I put in a plug for research? Making those discoveries that help bring my characters alive and give me the small, telling details?

And now, readers and writers out there…please join the conversation. What brings you joy?

 

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Strawberry Dreams

Hi. Barb here.

It’s finally strawberry season in Maine. We had a long, cold spring (okay, a longer, colder spring) and a long, snowy winter. Snow, it turns out, is good for strawberries because it protects them, and indeed, this year’s crop is delicious and super juicy.

cuttingstrawberrieFor me, strawberries are always the most welcome indication that summer has finally arrived. When I was a kid, my father’s parents owned a summer home in Water Mill, Long Island. On the last day of school every year, my grandmother would pick me and my brother up, and whisk us, along with her father, my great-grandfather, out to Long Island Expressway for two weeks at the beach. We always stopped along the way and picked up the first strawberries of the season. Some of them even made it all the way to the house, where my grandmother would prepare her special shortcake biscuits. (So special, the recipe was miraculously printed on the Biscuit box.)

I love seasons, and I love things that are special because you can only get them in a certain season, for a limited time. Now that I’m a grown up, you can get strawberries at the supermarket almost all year round. Those berries don’t interest me.

But give me local berries straight out of the fields and I will eat them for three weeks straight, or however long they stay around. They’re precious, because they’re rare. And they tap our memories because we associate them with a time and a feeling.

strawberryshortcake2So enjoy, because, what, honestly, could be better?

 

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My Bathtub, My Refuge

This is Lea Wait, and no, I haven’t yet taken shelter in a bathtub – although I’ve heard they’re good places to be (empty) during a tornado. Handy information if, like one of my daughters, you live in Kansas. But here in Maine bathtubs perform simpler, more classic, functions.

I grew up in houses, both our winter home in New Jersey and our summer home in Maine, that had large, footed, bathtubs and no showers.Lea_Wait.jpg

I don’t ever remember anyone asking for one. Our house was full as I was growing up: my parents, my grandparents, and my three sisters and I all managed (with the help of a set-in-concrete morning schedule) to stay clean with 1 1/2 bathrooms. Baths were taken at night, to speed up the morning ablutions, and my grandparents waited until all three girls and my father had left the house before venturing out of their bedrooms and claiming their bathroom time. It worked.

I first encountered serious showers in college, when I was faced with shared bathrooms with a dozen shower stalls and one bathtub per floor in my dorm. I showered, like everyone else. But I didn’t like showering. It was expedient, but nothing more. I longed for the reassurance and relaxation of a bath. I learned the hours that lone bathtub was apt to be available … and not filled with Jello or other strange substances. (It WAS a college dorm.) I managed to take a bath perhaps once every couple of weeks. I survived.

After college I lived in a series of apartments in New York City’s Greenwich Village. Two of them were equipped with both bathtubs and showers. I happily used the tubs. The third apartment, however, and the one I lived in the longest, not only didn’t have a bathtub, it didn’t have a bathroom. Oh, yes: it did have a toilet, in what had at one time been a closet, and it had a “step-up” metal shower in the kitchen, next to the set-tubs that were the only sinks. No air conditioning, of course, so I remember showering in July and stepping out into my kitchen and immediately dripping from more than the shower. And stepping out into an unheated apartment in winter when there were problems with the building’s boiler. About every six months I added more concrete to the base of the shower to keep it from leaking.

Showering was definitely not a luxurious or lengthy experience.

Somehow I didn’t mind. Yes, the shower was quirky. But I was living in Greenwich Village, on my own, and I loved my apartment. In addition to the shower in my kitchen I also had  a nineteenth century pump organ I’d bought from a church in Maine that had upgraded to an electric organ. One table doubled as a place to eat and a place to write. My Olympic portable had a permanent place on it.

After my New York years I lived in houses, most equipped with one full bathroom containing both a tub and a shower. My daughters argued over shower times, but I used the tub. My nightly bath was one of the few times I could close a door and block out the world. Time alone was precious.

The house I live in now was built in 1774, but some time in the early twentieth century a bathroom was added, complete with tub. That tub is still there. It’s the same one my parents and grandparents used; the one I used as I child. I step into those warm waters and the world disappears. I get ideas for my books. I think through my day. I come to terms with the world.

When my husband first moved here, a man addicted to showers, he had to come to terms with the tub. At first sometimes he even drove twenty minutes to Boothbay Harbor to shower at the YMCA there. After several years we had a plumber install what he referred to as “an after thought” — a pipe from the tub’s faucet leading to a shower head above, so showers were possible. But the water pressure from our well wasn’t strong. And by then my husband had gotten used to taking baths. He rarely showers now. He’s been converted. (I firmly believe baths are addictive.)

He sometimes makes fun of me because if I have a headache or a stiff muscle or a stuffy nose, my first stop is the bathtub. I’ve explained that all my ills are better when I’m in warm water. That not only am I washing dirt and germs away, but problems, as well.

Maybe the world would be a quieter, more relaxed, place if everyone gave up showers for tubs.

Or maybe not. But, in my life, a bath tub is an essential.

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