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SHADOWS OF THE PAST

by Miko Johnston

My first book, A Petal in the Wind, begins a family saga that encompasses a half century. As each subsequent entry in the series carries a subtitle, my fifth and last book, which I’m writing now, will be called Shadows of the Past.

That phrase took on new meaning recently when my husband Allan and I traveled to Europe.

Our trip began in Prague, where much of my series takes place. I spent a day walking in the footsteps of my characters, visiting their homes, businesses and the landmarks mentioned throughout the pages. I’d selected most of the locations on Google Maps, so seeing them for real was, shall we say, enlightening. It took an hour to find U Seminaire, the location of the bachelor pad I’d used for the man who eventually marries my protagonist, Lala. I’d chosen it because it seemed like a quick walk from the Charles Bridge. In actuality it sits underneath the bridge, entangled in a labyrinth of short blocks and alleys. Somehow the building’s image got reversed on Maps – it’s on the opposite side of the street. Ouch. The little greenbelt across from Lala’s mother’s apartment, where ladies sat on benches underneath the shade trees and gossiped, actually sits below street level, though trees do line the sidewalk and there are benches. And the “gentle slope” of the street where Lala’s family lived for twenty years turned out to be a heart-pounding climb on a good day, and treacherous during inclement weather. Sigh. Still, as I stood in front of the building, seeing it for real, I felt thrilled.

In my fourth book, Lala launches her design career by converting a series of buildings into a world-class hotel. Ironically, the palace (the Czech term for a fine home), which I’d chosen for the location is now an actual hotel, and we decided to book it for our visit. It turned out the be the finest hotel I’ve ever stayed in, and although I have no right to take pride in that, I can’t help but feel delighted. On a slow afternoon I cornered the hotel staff and peppered them with questions about the building’s history, particularly during the Second World War. What began as a brief history lesson turned out to be a wild series of stories and gossip, which will inevitably solve some plot issues.

Three days later Allan and I bid ahoj to Prague and boarded a train bound for Poland. After an overnight stop in Katowice, the largest city in the region known as Upper Silesia, we took a cab to the nearby city of Bytom, the hometown of my father and his entire family. Back then Upper Silesia was part of Germany, the city known as Beuthen. As I walked along the streets, I tried to picture what his life must have been like. I gazed at the people who passed, wondering if I’d see any signs of familiarity in their faces.

The picturesque parts of the town – with some remarkable architecture and a delightful town square, partially rebuilt after being bombed in WWII – surprised me, but other areas wore the hard reality of over a half-century of decline. I saw it in the run-down buildings left to rot and the pervasive trash, especially cigarette butts, in the street. I also saw it in the faces and the body language of so many, but most strikingly in the older folks, who’d lived through Nazi occupation, followed by decades of Soviet rule, only to be largely ignored by the European Union. They bore a sense of quiet despair, of resignation to the bleakness in their existence. The only signs of joy were in little children interacting with pigeons in the town square, swarming with them, chasing them or karate-kicking them away. I saw no faces that resembled mine, nor any signs of my past in the city. It had been wiped clean.

Our next stop in Poland was Krakow, a city Allan has always wanted to visit. Rich in history, it has a beautiful castle on a hill overlooking the Vistula River, and the largest town square in Europe. I went for a different reason. On our second day there we boarded a bus to tour the two largest and most infamous Nazi-era concentration camps, Auschwitz and Birkenau.

Entering into the first camp, with its ARBEIT MACHT FREI (“Work sets you free”) sign over the entrance gate, I wondered how I would react, or feel. I’m still not sure, to be honest, other than the eerie familiarity of what I heard and saw – from decades of studying photographs accompanied by written accounts, of documentaries and movies filmed on location, and stories I’d heard from survivors, including my father. For many, the trip was a history lesson. For me, it was akin to visiting the cemetery; I lost an estimated ninety members of my family there.

After a brief break, the tour continued to nearby Birkenau. Unlike Auschwitz, which to me felt small and claustrophobic, Birkenau is huge. You’ve seen it in many movies: a long low building with railroad tracks leading to a central tower, open at the bottom to allow trains to enter with their human cargo, like a gaping maw ready to devour all who arrive. Alongside and beyond the entrance, what seems like miles and miles of barbed wire fencing surrounds a huge open area interspersed with low barracks and guard towers. In the distance I could see different tour groups traversing the grounds, and for one brief moment I pictured them in the striped uniforms and hats of prisoners.

Prior to abandoning the camp in January 1945, days ahead of the advancing Russian forces, the Nazis burned the meticulous records they’d kept of all who were brought to the camps and blew up the gas chambers. Only piles of rubble remain. Many, many piles. They left behind the prisoners too weak to continue; the rest (including my father) went on a forced march from one concentration camp to the next, always trying to stay ahead of the Russians, whom they rightfully feared more than the other Allies. It took several more months until my father was liberated, but at least the Americans freed him. Had he stayed behind in Auschwitz, he would have lived the rest of his life under the thumb of the Soviets. After what I saw in Bytom, I’m grateful he had the strength to wait.

The entire tour took seven hours and, although it allowed for a few bathroom breaks, it did not include a meal. The irony was not lost on me.

We left Poland and continued our travels, with France the next destination. There I stumbled upon traces of history that will influence my writing, and my life, but I’ll save that for a future post.

I can’t say these experiences will enrich the final chapter in my saga, but I can say I truly feel as though I’ve walked in the shadows of the past, both my characters’, and mine.

Miko Johnston, a founding member of The Writers in Residence, is the author of the historical fiction series, “A Petal in the Wind”, as well as a contributor to several anthologies including the about-t0-be-released “Whidbey Island: An Insider’s Guide”. Miko lives in Washington (the big one) with her rocket scientist husband. Contact her at mikojohnstonauthor@gmail.com

Roadblocks

In responding to a wonderful post a couple weeks back by Gayle Bartos-Pool, I said I write what I like to read. Not a new statement or thought from me. But then, as I finally started working on my latest, I said to myself, you’re not writing what you like to read (or even writing similar stuff to dramatizations of what you like to read). At a minimum, what I was flippantly saying/repeating was “off-handed;” and at a maximum, I was deluding myself, and probably to my writing detriment.

I’ve also commented in my own blog posts more than once in the past, about what I like to read, what authors I admire, and characters I like. Then Maggie King so thoughtfully talked about short stories and I remembered Hector Hoggs my first ever protagonist, and then Jackie Houchin talked about character names—and Eureka! The essence of this post came together.

Also, as an aside, I sometimes believe in channeling from the past—i.e. channeling Agatha Christie in particular. I would have loved to know her. Indeed, her writing is what I like to read…smart, quirky, protagonists who pull the murderer “out of the bag of all the clues that have trickily/sneakily been presented.” Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple are my prime examples. When I look back, these are not the protagonists I attempt to write. Truth is of course, there’s no way I can approach Queen Agatha. But the process of trying to is the motivator. (wonder where she got the name Hercule! And where/why/how come I chose the name Hector Hoggs(good grief))

Well, this last weekend I finally came up with major character names! I even have a name—there’s a third person narrator who is also a character who speaks to you at beginning and end. In my mind, that’s me calling myself Margo. My hubby picked my alter-ego name. (better than Lucretia his other choice!)

My intent in this post is to once again highlight a side trip on the trickily winding writing-road. Nonetheless, I can’t imagine life these days without writing. And consequently all this thinking stuff—starting with a negative revelation has led me to a new enthusiasm for writing. Writer, or “want to be writer”—the winding road I’m always jabbering about is tricky, but well worth it. And for me, writing what I like to read is definitely going to be an uphill challenge! Though so glad to have actually started my latest.

I would love to hear what you think. Is writing a true love? Stumbling blocks? What would you do instead (I’d love to have been a tv star(famous of course) but don’t have the stamina or the “put myself out there part to my personality,” nor the Talent! Another problem, I can only work with what I’ve got!

Happy writing trails!

Short Stories: The Writer

by Maggie King

In my July post, I discussed short stories from the point of view of readers. You can read it here. But what about the writers? Why do they write short stories? Why do some not write them?

If you exclusively write short stories, or want to, there are several good reasons why you’re making a good choice:

There’s a tremendous satisfaction in completing a story in days, a few weeks at the most.
Short stories can be sold over and over, as long as the market accepts reprints. Reprints don’t pay as much as an original story (I can attest to that!)—still, it’s another publishing credit, and the work’s already done. I understand that reprints often pay well if included in an annual best-of anthology.
Writing short stories trains you to write with tightness and economy of words. This is great preparation for other kinds of writing, fiction and nonfiction alike.
For short stories, you don’t need an agent.
That muddy (aka sagging) middle of a story, so challenging to novelists, may still challenge short story writers–but the middles are, well, short.

But be aware of the pitfalls. John Floyd, author of over a thousand short stories, has this to say: “Now, what’s the downside of writing only short stories? I can think of only one: as a short-story writer you will probably not become famous or make a zillion bucks from your writing. But here’s another newsflash: neither will most novelists.”

Another pitfall short story writers may encounter is the Rodney Dangerfield syndrome: “I don’t get no respect.” There are any number of short story writers who are respected for their work: the aforementioned John Floyd, Barb Goffman, Art Taylor, Eve Fisher, and Michael Bracken are just a few. But short story writing in general is frequently discounted. Anything from “So when’s she going to write a novel?” to “I don’t read short stories” are comments authors often hear. I know a gifted writer of short stories who won’t create a website until she publishes a novel.

Art Taylor, winner of many awards for his short stories, says, “I’ve had people hear me say I’m a short story writer and then tell me straight out that oh, they don’t read those. (I try not to be insulted.)”

My former agent scowled when I mentioned writing short stories. “Write the real stuff,” he advised.

If you primarily write novels, writing short stories can offer a different experience:

After struggling with your novel, writing short can give you a feeling of accomplishment.
It helps you to hone your writing skills.
Writing short is a challenge like any good writing (you need to develop a compelling plot and characters); but as you’re dealing with a minimum of scenes and characters, the process is simpler.
It gives you fresh material to promote while you’re working on your novel, keeping your readers engaged.
In a short piece, you can resurrect scenes and characters that were edited out of your novel.
You can further develop a minor character from your novel in a short piece.
You can experiment with new genres.
And you will have respect!

I’m a big fan of writing short stories. To date, I’ve published seven and have several others in various stages of completion. This fall I’m writing two for anthology submissions.

You may be a pro at writing short stories, or you may be getting started (or at least thinking about it), but we can always learn about craft. Read and study the works of the greats, like Agatha Christie, Arthur Conan Doyle, Edgar Allan Poe, Ruth Rendell, and many others. Note that these are crime writers, but the basic principles apply to all genres.

On a final note, consider this advice from the late, great Ray Bradbury: “The best hygiene for beginning writers or intermediate writers is to write a hell of a lot of short stories. If you can write one short story a week—it doesn’t matter what the quality is to start, but at least you’re practicing, and at the end of the year you have 52 short stories, and I defy you to write 52 bad ones. Can’t be done. At the end of 30 weeks or 40 weeks or at the end of the year, all of a sudden a story will come that’s just wonderful.”

For more information on writing short stories, check these resources:

What is a Mystery Short Story? And How Do You Write One? by John Floyd

Kurt Vonnegut’s 8 Tips on How to Write a Great Story. Some fascinating and surprising insights here

Short Mystery Fiction Society(SMFS). Join and maybe you’ll win a Derringer!

Our own Gayle Bartos-Pool wrote an excellent guide, THE ANATOMY OF A SHORT STORY WORKBOOK

Do you write short stories? If so, tell us about your experience.

Time Traveling

by Gayle Bartos-Pool

We’ve all done it… Time Travel, in a book. Or maybe in a flight of fancy or even in a dream. But it’s that journey we get from a novel that interests me as a writer. I wouldn’t have thought about it had I not been reading a book by a favorite author. It was published in 1992. The title of the book and the author aren’t necessary to mention because I like him too much and obviously the publisher and booksellers and fans at the time weren’t thinking about how the book would be received in the future more than thirty years later. But I’m thinking about it now after I had finished some eight chapters of the best seller.

On almost every page there was a reference to a political figure of the time, a current joke going around, or a character in a popular television show or movie. I knew what the author was talking about, but I can bet quite a few of the people in the generation right behind mine wouldn’t understand half of the comments and people in Gens X, Y, Z or whatever young people are calling their particular era now wouldn’t have a clue to what was being said.

I personally can testify that 90% of the current actors, movies, on-line places one would go to be “entertained” or God forbid, enlightened, don’t mean anything to me today. I haven’t read a book written by the younger generations, at least those in their 30s or 40s, if they have ever written a book. Since many high school and even college graduates aren’t exactly proficient in writing our language or maybe even their contemporary slang, maybe there is nothing to read from their generation anyway.

Am I cynical? Yes. Should I be? Yes… and No. I have to be cynical when I see news stories that show some areas of the country have entire school systems with zero kids graduating who can read or do math. And No, it’s not cynical to want the country to do a better job educating our kids so they can write a book, much less read one and to know that 2 and 2 equals four, not five. (There’s a reference there if you care to look it up.)

But there have been books written by older contemporary authors who do a great job writing about bygone eras. How do they do it? They give the reader a nice history lesson along with the story. Their research lets us see what Jolly Old England looked like over two hundred years ago or other places in history. If they do a good job, the reader can “figuratively” walk down a street in London during Sherlock Holmes’ time or Berlin during World War II and see how people lived back then. The scenes are as much of the story as the plot and the characters and the reader gets to learn a little something along the way. Even in science fiction novels we can see the “future” through the writer’s eyes. That’s always fun.

But in a contemporary novel, what if every humorous or “ripped from the headlines” comment mentioned is so obscure the reader thirty-forty years hence won’t understand any of it? When I wrote my three spy novels covering the time from the Second World War up until the early Nineties, I understood the eras, but I had seen a lot of movies made during the war, read quite a few history books on the topics I was covering, and lived through the fifty-plus years after the war. I have to hope they still show some of those great movies made during that time period so future readers have a chance of understanding parts of that history in my books.

But what does a writer do now? Continue dropping current events into their stories just for current readers? How did Arthur Conan Doyle manage to write a story that has lasted through the ages? Even if you never saw the dozens of movies and television series based on his Sherlock Holmes character, the stories are still totally understandable. One thing I can say, he didn’t drop tons of humorous quips into the mix.

When I write a story told in the First Person, the character, if it’s a male, doesn’t have the opportunity to wax eloquently about the surroundings other than a casual mention. Perhaps a woman would comment about the furniture or wallpaper in a room or the fabric in a dress someone wore, but guys usually don’t do that if the story is in First Person. The book I was reading by that famous author wrote in Third Person and did drop in lots of references about everything: clothes, gadgets, politics, movie stars and other current events. My characters, whether it’s a guy or a gal, will often drop a clever remark about something reminding them of a television show or movie, but after reading the book that opened this article, I might not do it as much unless I give a few more details about the show I’m referencing.

I have actually watched reruns of a few television shows done maybe ten years earlier from this current time, but ones I had not watched when they were new, and even in those shows there were one or two references that I didn’t understand. Maybe that’s because I stopped watching television about twenty years ago and haven’t been to a movie in about thirty years. I can’t say it’s my loss, because when I have tried watching a few TV series that I missed when they were new, but was watching them in reruns, they weren’t very good and I stopped watching. To be honest, there have been a few movies and TV series I have watched on television done over these past 20-30 years that weren’t bad. Mostly science fiction or adventure: Galaxy Quest, Star Wars, The Mummy.

But if I want my books readable for a younger audience even when they get into their forties, what do I need to do? Watch contemporary stuff and try to mimic it? I don’t think that’s going to happen. But I will cut down the clever references to favorite television shows and old movies because a whole lot of those particular shows might never be shown again. The future’s loss. Or, perhaps, I will try to explain the reference to the show so even a space alien would understand it. That might work.

As often happens when I’m writing an article or even a book, I will have watched a movie that is pertinent. In this case it was Demolition Man starring Sylvester Stallone and Wesley Snipes. The movie was made in 1993, but the opening scene is supposed to be in 1996, when two guys, a rogue cop and a psychopath, lock horns, cause chaos, and as punishment are frozen for over thirty years for their deeds, but when Snipes is thawed out in 2032, he escapes and starts causing mayhem, but since the “new world” is supposedly crime free, they need to thaw out Stallone so he can catch the bad guy since nobody in this “future” knows how to deal with a criminal.

It’s a fun plot. But in the future, 2032, which is only ten years from the time of this writing, 2023, things are different from the world back in 1993 when the movie was made. But even though the writers of this movie were making up what the future would look like, they hit a few nails on the head. Nobody used cash anymore. Everything was credit card so your every move was watched by “Big Brother.” Another thing that hit me was a word one of the characters used: TikTok. That app didn’t raise its head until 2021. The new society around Los Angeles where the movie takes place had been devastated by an earthquake and this new, non-violent society, emerged where they banned everything and controlled everybody except for the underground rebels who try to get the world back to reality.

Even though the plot was eerily reminiscent of books like 1984 and Brave New World and Fahrenheit 451, most all of the references were familiar to me, but I wonder if younger folks will get the joke about the Arnold Schwarzenegger Presidential Library or even the underlying theme of Big Brother.

So what words or themes or references do writers use that will make it into the future? Should we care? As for caring, of course we should care. Books are what people use to learn things and understand what happened in the past. Movies are those same words in picture form. Are you familiar with the phrase: A picture is worth a thousand words?

But maybe when we write those words we should make sure we don’t overdo it. The book I read by that very famous author had way too many references to current events of his time and they got to be problematic after a while because I was wondering if folks in the future would understand any of them. But since we do have the Internet that allows readers to look up a name or TV show from the past or a fun quote from somewhere in history, maybe the readers in the future will look up a few of them if they want to be enlightened. Maybe they won’t call it the Internet in the future, but if there is a way to learn things, writers might use a few fun facts. Now we just have to make sure people in the future can read…

WRITE ON!

(This article and several others from The Writers-in-Residence blog written by G.B. Pool are in her latest book, Words, Words, Words – The Art of Writing, available on Amazon.)

Ramblings from a rainy L.A. in a power cut…

By Rosemary Lord

My apartment smells of burnt candle wick. That’s because the power keeps going out and I’ve been lighting candles everywhere on and off for the past few days. And the power always seems to go out again just as it’s getting dark… Most inconsiderate.

How is that whenever there’s a bit of rain, L.A. comes to a standstill? Drivers go crazy. The local media gets very dramatic. Noah, get out your Ark! They should try living in England, where downpours are the norm, sometimes for days on end, and snatched golden sunny days are relished and worshipped.

So, I’ve been scribbling like mad – with my trusted pencil and yellow pad, in the candlelight, to finish this blog. Research was challenging, as I couldn’t recharge my laptop or phone to get online. But I can still use my dog-eared Oxford English Dictionary given to me by a late and very dear friend, writer Gerry Davis – of Dr. Who, (he created the Cybermen) Doomwatch, Final Countdown fame. I was then a working journalist, so I didn’t consider myself a ‘proper’ writer. He often offered to help me with a novel I was writing at the time. But this foolish, pigheaded girl was too embarrassed to show Gerry her amateur attempts at writing. Boy, do I regret that now!

But I digress.

Writing is, of course, my ‘go to’ thing when things get tough. I write down my thoughts – and solutions. I cheer myself up by writing down affirmations. Of things I want and how I want my life to be. It really does feel good to do this. And I always write, ‘thank you,’ at the end. Because I was brought up to say please and thank you! I write the same wish repeatedly. Pages and pages of the same sentence over and over. (A bit like the schoolteacher telling you write one hundred time, “I must not talk in class”! But more fun!)

In one of my recent decluttering binges I came across a large notebook from several years ago, when I was still pursuing an acting career. Rick and I were struggling financially, so I wrote I Now Have Tons of money. I Now Have Tons of Money. (I tend to capitalize a lot!) Pages and pages of I Now Have Tons of Money.

I had obviously put it aside and moved on to something new. Probably I am now a published author. I am now a published author…

But all these years later, when I discovered those handwritten affirmations, I stopped. And grinned. And remembered. About a year after I’d written those particular repeated affirmations over and over and over, (then forgotten all about them – until their recent discovery) I was cast in one of the leads in a revival of a 1920’s comedy at the local Richmond Shepherd Theatre in Hollywood. Guess what the play was called?

Tons of Money! I kid you not! We had a great run, got terrific reviews, and it led to other bigger roles.

So, I am a firm believer of writing my affirmations each morning. I am just more careful with the wording of my affirmations because I know they worked!

Okay – the power has just come back on again. Now, where was I….

“I write because I want to have more than one life,” Novelist Anne Tyler was quoted as saying. “Writing is our opportunity to peek into other people’s lives,” – or create other lives.

I’ve just started reading “How To Write a Mystery,’ a handbook from the Mystery Writers of America, edited by Lee Childs. Anne Tyler and several of our fellow writers contributed articles.

Our local writer, Naomi Hirahara, has had her first successful novel, The Summer of the Big Bachi published in 2003. It was the first in a series of mysteries about an ageing Japanese-American Gardener, Mas Arai, who became an amateur sleuth. She’s had over 20 more published novels since then and gave a terrific workshop at a recent Writers’ Conference on how her road to publishing success – and the failures along the way.

In this book, she writes about the accidental detective, the amateur sleuth. She says that no other genre reveals more about the writers’ inner life – or their personal life. Especially, new writers create amateur sleuths with a background familiar to the writer- similar to themselves or someone in their lives.

Beth Amos likens the suspense buildup in mystery writing to a roller-coaster: first the build-up, then the exciting plunge, then another build up.

Louise Penny, Charlaine Harris, T. Jefferson Parker, Laurie King, write in this book about “turning your first, raw draft into a clear, compelling story.” Jeffrey Deaver says, ‘Always Outline!’ Catriona McPherson writes about adding the humor.

I’m still thumbing through this thoughtfully produced book, inspired to read the inner workings of such an assortment of writers.

And I still find myself Yak Shaving from time to time. What, you might ask, is ‘Yak Shaving’? It’s from a long-ago blog. Where do I start…? It’s when you find yourself setting out to accomplish one thing, but going off at tangents, taking a circuitous route in order to accomplish your original goal – much later than you had intended. It’s doing something as irrelevant as shaving a yak (don’t ask!), instead of the goal you set out to accomplish.

I think we all find ourselves yak-shaving from time to time – except for those super-human, prolific novelists who churn out novel after novel, without stopping and who never, ever get distracted from their goals! Hmmm. Just how do they do that?

But the rest of us, we may have to do a bit of pencil-sharpening, fridge-defrosting or ironing before we sit back down to write the next page. Ironing is a good distraction because you can watch television while you’re ironing and tell yourself your doing research, watching re-runs of Murder She Wrote. I’ve thought this through, as you can see.

Now – back to writing page 173 – before the power goes out again.

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Returning to the Partial Manuscript!

Having spent a computer and internet free vacation, I returned with the determination to get organized once and for all. Naturally, this included culling and filing away a gazillion documents on my OneDrive in that thing they call the Cloud. I still don’t trust it and much prefer the old-fashioned file-drawer with hard copies neatly put into hanging folders with colored coded labels – but I just don’t have the space. I live in a tiny little cottage.

Somewhere deep on my hard drive in a generic pale blue folder labeled BOTTOM DRAWER – was a partial manuscript. It was something I had written in 2017 for NaNoWriMo. For those unfamiliar with NaNoWriMo, it stands for National Novel Writing Month. The flagship program is an annual, international creative writing event in which participants attempt to write a 50,000-word manuscript during the month of November. I’ve done it a few times but given up after the first ten days because of the pressure. However, it appeared that in 2017, I had persevered!

To my shock, I had written 52,000 words. I do not remember writing any of it. Not a word. Is it possible to have written it in a dissociative fugue? I have re-read the partial three times and it’s not too bad at all.

Aptly titled The Diversion, I wrote it during the most miserable year of my life – my husband had left me for a much younger woman (argh! I know! What a cliché!), I’d had to sell our beloved house in Oregon alone and move into temporary accommodation and, after twenty-five years in the USA, had decided to move back ‘home’ with my two dogs – horribly traumatic for them. The icing on the cake was that I was turning sixty. It was a wretched time.

As it turned out, the change was a blessing in so many ways that I am grateful it happened. But, at the time – to quote the late Queen Elizabeth – it was my own annus horribilis.

I’ve changed so much since I wrote that story so I’m approaching it with fresh eyes. Thankfully there are plenty of resources online for this sort of thing and these tips have helped but I’m open to any suggestions from my fellow scribes.

Here are a few tips I’ve discovered online so far:

Janice Hardy’s Three Step Plan for “Returning to a Partially Finished Manuscript” suggests: 1. Read the entire manuscript again. 2. Review and Update the Outline Past Where You Stopped Writing (Pansters can skip this) 3. Revise three chapters prior to where you stopped writing. Hardy also suggests creating an “editorial map.” I always do a chapter-by-chapter summary noting the date, time, setting, bullet points about what must/is happening in that chapter, and then copying and pasting the first paragraph of the chapter and the last paragraph of the chapter. It was a tip given by a Kerry Madden a wonderful author and writing instructor at UCLA Extension. I do that exercise with all my manuscripts.

In Liz Hudson’s Writing Voices essay A Confession: Returning to a half-finished manuscript is tough, she suggests writing off-manuscript short stories and scenes, flashing out characters backstories and personalities that will never make the book. I love this idea.

But now I keep faffing about and every time I get to P.199 where I stopped writing on November 30, 2017 (I have written and published six books since then), I come to a stop. It’s like I am teetering on the edge of the blank page and I just can’t seem to take the plunge and trust the creative process.

Recently on this blog, I mentioned I wanted to rediscover the joy of writing. When I re-read this partial manuscript, the joy was right there on the page because I’d written it without any thought of what I would do with it. Now I want to finish the book I can already feel the heaviness of expectation. Will my agent like it? Can I get it published? Does it matter anyway?

I’d love your thoughts!

I DREAM OF WRITING

by Miko Johnston

We often say writing is a solitary endeavor, but that isn’t really true. It takes a village to be a writer, or at least to be a good writer, whatever that means to you. Certainly it includes getting published, selling books and receiving mostly favorable reviews.

The process of writing may not be solitary, but it is sedentary. It requires long periods of what former WInR Kate Thornton called BIC (butt in chair). Sitting at the computer may be good for building the story but not for building muscle. Therefore I must balance my writing time with more physical activities, and as I get older I find that normal routines like housework or light gardening are not enough. I need a regimen of specific exercises to ward off the effects of aging, arthritis and apathy.

One of my exercises is a type of squat, where I pretend to sit down and get up. I begin by standing with my upper arms straight out, perpendicular to my body and parallel to the floor, and then I cross my forearms. The pose reminds me of the titular character from “I Dream of Jeanie” so much, one day I started humming the theme song to keep time as I lowered and raised my bottom.

That’s what may have inspired this post.

If I met a genie who granted me three wishes, what would they be?

I’d have to establish the ground rules first: how big an ask is possible? World peace? Cures for the most horrendous diseases? Depolluting our planet? I suspect that would be beyond the scope of a genie, so I’d have to focus on more personal asks. And with only three, I’d have to be very shrewd about what I chose.

However, since every discipline nowadays seems to be super specific, perhaps that extends to genies as well. Might there be an athlete genie who can’t make your kids call you more often but can give you toned abs? Or a knitting genie who can correct those dropped stitches without ripping out multiple rows?

And what about a writing genie? Could they turn you into a best-selling author? Improve your dialogue? Inspire a brilliant twist in your mystery? Or finally get that idea you’ve toyed with for years (decades!) plotted out and on the page?

Imagine that I were a genie and had the power to grant you three wishes, only they had to be specific to writing. What would your three wishes be?

Miko Johnston, a founding member of The Writers in Residence, is the author of the historical fiction series, “A Petal in the Wind”, as well as a contributor to several anthologies including the recently released “Whidbey Landmarks”. Miko lives in Washington (the big one) with her rocket scientist husband. Contact her at mikojohnstonauthor@gmail.com

Saying Goodbye is Hard To Do.

By Marilyn Meredith, guest blogger

In this case, it’s saying goodbye to two whole sets of characters who’ve been living in my head for many years. First it was the all the police officers and their families who live in the beach town of Rocky Bluff, as well as many of their citizens. This is the first series I wrote and the first published. Reversal of Fortune is number 17, and the last one. I am going to miss the Rocky Bluff P.D. (I wrote this series using the author name F. M. Meredith.)

When I moved to Springville, I learned we lived near the Tule River Indian Reservation and I became friends with a Native woman who grew up on the rez. I love the little town where I now live and incorporated a lot of my surroundings in the Deputy Tempe Crabtree series. I’m certainly going to miss Tempe and her husband, Hutch, a pastor, and their good friend, Nick Two John. The latest book is #20,

The hardest part is that I know all these people so well—even knowing how they think, and how each one will act in any situation. In many ways, it’s like losing good friends.

I’ve been asked several questions about this decision. Was I tired of the characters and the settings? Absolutely not. I loved the folks who lived in Rocky Bluff, especially the men and women of the RBPD. The beach community of Rocky Bluff only existed in my imagination, but reflected much of the area where I once lived and other small towns along the coast.

Those who lived in Bear Creek and the surrounding area are near and dear to me since I live in the community that inspired it, with some minor changes. I’ve used much of what is here in many different books in the Deputy Tempe Crabtree series: the small river that sometimes floods as it did this year, the Inn as it was in earlier years, and the surrounding mountains. I’m staying where I am, but Tempe and Hutch are moving on.

Another question was had I run out of ideas? No, that wasn’t the problem. With the Rocky Bluff series policing is changing so fast, I didn’t think I was able to keep up with the changes. With the Tempe Crabtree series, I knew in my heart it was time—20 books was enough

So what will I do now? I have another cook book on the back burner—this one with camping recipes. I plan to update one I wrote when I was a Camp Fire Girl leader and we went on many camping trips.

I’m also planning to write either a young adult mystery series set during World War II in Los Angeles, or a memoir. Haven’t really decided yet. My childhood and early teen years were during that period. I have lots of memories during a time that was much different than now.

Like the characters in my books, my life has made some major changes and I am changing along with them.

Marilyn Meredith aka F.M. Meredith

Visit me at http://fictionforyou.com/

Blog: https://marilynmeredith.blogspot.com/

Marilyn’s article was posted by member, Jackie Houchin

Writing Scared

The last couple of years have been slow going for me on the writing front. But now I’m mentally back and raring to go—very much wanting to get back into the “writing swing of things.” And I believe—inline with my blog tendency—sharing my meandering thoughts with you might be helpful in case I’m not alone as I make my way along this winding writing path!

I’m also thinking now is a good time to be jumping back in full throttle(mixed metaphor I know—but I like it,) because my earlier series of books aren’t selling well. So, my plan is to jump out and do some “writing things” differently; ie., POV, physicality and attributes of characters, and my approach to revealing the killer. Mysteries are what I love and wouldn’t consider anything else, but there are different styles of telling the story. And my writing heros vary in their approach to getting the story out there. Agatha of course has done it all!

Here are some of the ideas and approaches floating around in my head:

Still third person POV, but from the two story tellers, not just one. (THANK you Gayle for the very good input you’ve given me in that area!!)
Two men working together, or
A man and a woman working together (with or without a love interest?)
In both cases, telling the story while living the story, not just as detectives or sleuths

My writing tenants of scenery and characters are still the number one defining forces, but I’ll be approaching differently? Especially when it comes to story member participation vs narration participation. Tricky divides I think—first person versus third person combined with their story participation. Hmmm…

Now that I’ve written it out here, I guess I’m changing my own personal third-person “voice.” Not a concept or idea I’ve thought about before exactly in those terms…hmmm again. Maybe this winding road has turned in a sharp right or left turn angle—or a complete U-Turn? (just took my CA written renewal test and signs are still jostling around in my brain.) Also, now that I’ve written this all out (not sure if this chattering will help anyone else reading pursue their writing goals)—but for me, I’ve thought and written myself into being excited about writing anew. Starting this wonderful and adventurous trip anew!

Which leads me to the underlining writing concept — no matter what literary thoughts you’re having…if you’re static in your writing thoughts and protocols then you’ve made it! BUT, If you want to go in a different direction, genre, POV, location, etc.—go for it! Scary, but part of the joy of writing.

All thoughts are welcome!

Happy writing Trails

Why I Read Short and Long

by Jackie Houchin

I read a lot of print books and listen to a great many audiobooks each year. I do not read anthologies or collections of short stories unless they contain several stories by authors that have a track record I enjoy.

Recently, I have been “reading” (I will use that word whether I use my eyes or ears) a good many short prequels to book series. If the book turns out to be so-so, I haven’t wasted much time. If I like it, I’ll consider the series. Also, more authors are writing their stories as novellas, which I enjoy too. For me “shorter is better.”

Except!

Except when I read authors that I KNOW will come through with an outstanding story. Then I will read longer. Sometimes much longer. I’m currently reading CITY SPIES by James Ponti. It has 378 print pages and I LOVE it. I eat it up. I can’t get enough, even when my eyes are stinging. I’m already looking for the next in the series. (Okay, yes, it’s geared to 10-12 year-olds, but I’m a kid at heart, and it really IS written well.)

In general, for LONG reading, I like fascinating, immersive, tightly-written books, with unique plots and hooks and plenty of jaw-dropping moments. And the characters better resonate with me. I enjoy relevant back-story told well and within the plot. In mysteries, I don’t want to easily figure out who is the villain or how he did the crime. I want to follow the author step by cleverly contrived step to the WOW ending, which, on second thought, makes perfect sense. I want a story that stays with me for a while.

Charles Todd is one of those authors. His Ian Rutledge historical mysteries are top notch. Here are my reviews of two of those books. You can see why I love them and will READ LONG.

A Pale Horse

A Deadly Loyalty

Historical Novels and Mysteries need to be believable and take me right to that setting and hold me there. If they do, I’ll READ LONG. Here are three I reviewed that did that.

The Ghost Map by Steven Johnson

The Girl in The Painting by Tea Cooper

A Brilliant Night of Stars and Ice by Rebecca Connolly

In a LONG READ novel, I want to be carried along with astonishing characters, vivid settings, and heart-wrenching but hopeful story telling. Here are two I loved.

The Bronte Plot by Katherine Reay

Light on Bone by Kathryn Lasky

Here’s one dual-time plot that is outstanding and innovative and that I gladly READ VERY LONG.

When The Day Comes by Gabrielle Meyer

And I could name more. I totally enjoy reading Charles Martin (long & intense), Connie Berry (intricate plots), Katie Gayle (addictive), A.J. Pearce (Historical), Spencer Quinn (Humor, a dog’s POV), and my all-time favorite Mary Stewart, which I read and listen to over and over.

All these books are well written and enjoyable. If these authors keep on writing, and others like them, I think there is hope for readers. (At least in my life time.)

NOTE: I hope you don’t mind the blatant self-promoting of my Words and Reviews blog!

And a few fun shots of Jolly Ole England – Afternoon Tea at the Ritz with lovely piano music, 150 Picadilly, London.