Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Virtual Resources



By Mark W. Danielson


These days, the availability of instant information has made fiction writing simple. However, it also means there is no excuse for inaccurate subject matter. Authors cannot be experts on every topic. However, unless they are writing fantasy, they must have enough knowledge on the subject to create accurate and plausible stories.


Recently, I was disheartened to read a book by a big-name author who wrote countless inaccurate and unrealistic situations that involved flying. While it would have been easy for him to contact someone in the field to review these scenes for accuracy, he apparently believed he could fool his audience. Since I fly for a living and have over forty-five years of experience in that field, I sent him an e-mail offering to proof any flying scenes on his future books, gratis. I never received a reply, but the offer still stands.


Although the Internet has its limitations, it is a priceless tool for authors. Knowing my limitations, I frequently use the Internet to link up with experts. In my last story, I contacted a federal DNA expert. In my current story, a paranormal expert and physicists have given me sufficient knowledge to write my story with confidence. I also find Google Earth’s bird’s eye and street level views significantly aid in scene description. In this regard, the Internet makes accurate writing a breeze.


But there is a significant difference between expert information and Internet articles. The down-side to the Internet is there are no filters. As such, there is no way to guarantee an article’s accuracy. Any credible fiction writer can craft a believable bogus document. My goal is to always create fictional stories plausible enough to make the reader wonder whether it actually happened. Using real events, names, and locations adds authenticity and makes it easy for my readers to identify with my story just as movie audiences do when seeing familiar landmarks.


Since I know my limitations, I write expert characters into the scene rather than have my protagonist appear all-knowing. Doing this allows professional information be presented in a manner similar to how it was obtained by me. My protagonist, Homicide Detective Maxx Watts, is an average guy with good instincts, but has his weaknesses and isn’t always right. As such, most readers can relate to Watts, and by following his thought process, can understand how he reached his conclusions. For me, this works better than a shootout at high noon where everyone conveniently gathers on Main Street.


The Internet is a tremendous asset, but must be used with discretion. While researching topics, carefully consider their sources and read as many articles from as many authors as you can find before believing the information to be valid. My experience is experts are nearly always available and willing to assist authors. Without accuracy, the author loses credibility, and loss of credibility is not only distracting to a reader, it can lead to loss of readership. Research is only as good as the effort you put into it. Getting it right means no side effects.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Starry starry night


by Bill Kirton

This blog was going to be about one particular event and what I felt about it, but then a second occurred and it changed my perspective on the first. That’s the sort of thing that’s behind many of my short stories and plays. I keep a cutting from a newspaper or a note I’ve made and it just sits there waiting. Then along comes something else which completes it or contradicts it or energises it in some way or another and I write about it. That’s less so the case with novels because they develop in such a leisurely way that what may begin as two incidents soon multiplies into several.

Anyway, I recently spent another very enjoyable weekend visiting my daughter and her two sons in Glasgow. I had a great time and that’s when the first event I mentioned set me musing. Every night she reads them a story and, when they’re in bed, sings them a song. I’m not sure how often she changes the song but every time I’ve heard it it’s been ‘Starry, starry night’, or whatever the correct title is. She has a sweet voice, is pitch perfect and it sounds lovely drifting through from the boys’ room. So the two of them are lying there in the dark hearing this just before they go to sleep and I projected into the future and imagined them as grown men, middle aged even, and how suddenly hearing the song broadcast on whatever the medium will be then might affect them. The potential for drama, poignancy, joy, sorrow is enormous.

And I think that’s the way the writing imagination works. Set up a scenario – a man has just had an huge violent row with his wife, or he’s heard the news that he’ll be the next CEO of a major international company, or the doctor calls him in for the results of his tests, or he’s standing in the empty rooms of the house he’s just sold before emigrating to New Zealand, or his wife’s left him – and so on and so on. And, at one of these extremes, he hears the song, or another song that triggers the memory of his mother’s voice in the gentle, comfortable darkness.

I know it’s not an original thought. Noel Coward, after all, wrote ‘Extraordinary how potent cheap music is’ (which, by the way, isn’t as well expressed as it might be; ending the quip with ‘is’ weakens it significantly – the sentence should climax with ‘cheap music’). There were also those powerful plays and films by Dennis Potter which made fantastic use of many old standards. But in this case, it’s the juxtaposition of a moment of exquisite security and loving with perhaps some future turmoil that set me thinking about how the narratives of our lives are far more subtle and textured than many of the fictions we find so entertaining.

And it was while I was wondering how to develop that notion into a blog that I watched a programme which featured the absurd charade of the Queen’s Speech. That’s the thing that happens when parliament resumes after a long recess. For those of you unfamiliar with the rituals, here’s a brief summary.

Queen arrives, puts on special robes and imperial crown, goes into the Lords and says ‘My Lords, pray be seated". Then she nods at the Lord Great Chamberlain to fetch the House of Commons. The LGC lifts his wand (seriously, his wand) to signal to Black Rod (don’t ask) to go and get them. Off he trots (with a police inspector who says "Hats off, Strangers!" to everyone they pass en route). As he gets near to the doors to the Chamber of the Commons, they’re slammed in his face. He has to knock three times with his staff (the Black Rod), and then they let him in.

Oh, that’s enough. I can’t go on. At least the MPs are wearing normal clothes. Everyone else is in breeches, gold stuff, silly hats. It’s embarrassing. And as I was watching all these (apparently) important people doing very silly things, the contrast with the intensity and reality of personal experiences struck me very forcibly. I know that most of my compatriots find these ceremonies admirable and many non-UK residents envy us the traditions and so on, but how absurd that people who are at war in Iraq and Afghanistan, trying to cope with the global financial crisis, initiating legislation on health, education, crime, poverty and all the rest have to take part in a pantomime.

That ‘starry, starry night’ drifting through the darkness is in a different realm of truth from the pomp, circumstance and ermine robes of our masters, lords and (a tiny sprinkling of) ladies.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

There's A New Bookstore In Town!

by Susan Santangelo

In this era of so many indie bookstores in peril, and Borders closing its stores all across the country, there's great news to share from Fairfield, Connecticut (the thinly disguised setting of my Baby Boomer mystery series). Borders Books in that town was among the last to close, but the lights went out early this summer.

But...Fairfield, Connecticut is also home to Fairfield University, a forward-thinking Jesuit institution of higher learning. I have fond memories of Fairfield U. -- my husband and I met there way back in the dark ages.

Fairfield U. has an on-campus bookstore -- a rather small bookstore by today's standards. When the Borders store went under, the University powers-that-be saw a great opportunity, and took it. Yep, they signed a long-term lease and moved all the F.U. books, banners, sweatshirts, and other assorted school merchandise into the former Borders, which is on the main commercial street of town, the Post Road. Even better, they hired the former Borders store manager to run the new store, and have expanded their list of titles to include mainstream fiction and non-fiction. The grand opening was this past Friday, and the Fairfield Stag (not a real one, of course), who's the mascot of the University, helped cut the ribbon. Among the opening weekend events was a chance to enter a mystery writing contest sponsored by the store.

What a great collaboration between town and gown. Gotta love the Jesuits!

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Cachaça - The Brazilian Tipple

by Leighton Gage



Brazilians have been making it for over five centuries. Non-Brazilians often confuse it with rum. But it’s not rum. Cachaça (called cane spirit in South Africa, and, as far as I know, produced only in our two countries) is distilled from fermented sugar cane juice. Rum is made from molasses.
Cachaça emerges from the still as clear as water, and is often consumed without aging.


The really good stuff, though, is aged in wooden barrels, thereby acquiring a pale amber color and a smoothness that allows it to be sipped like fine brandy.









Brazilproduces 1.5 billion liters (390 million gallons) of 
cachaça a year. There are a staggering number of brands.
And it’s so damned good that we drink almost all of it ourselves.
Mixed with a fruit juice, it’s called a batida. That also denotes a car crash.
And is what you’ll feel like you’ve been through should you overindulge.


Batidas come in as many varieties as there are fruits, everything from coconut to kiwi.


When it’s mixed with crushed limes and sugar we call it caipirinha, Portuguese for “a little country girl”.
Now the good news for those of you who aren’t lucky enough to live here: the stuff is beginning to pop up in retail outlets in North America, Western EuropeAustralia and New Zealand.
If you manage to snag a bottle, here’s my wife’s sure-fire recipe for the world’s best caipirinha:
  1. Fill a glass with ice, pour in a healthy shot of cachaça and let it sit while you make the other preparations.
  2. Choose a lime with a very smooth skin. (They’re the ones with the most juice.) Wash it thoroughly and cut off the ends. (They tend to be bitter.)
  3. Slice it thin, put it into the bottom of a glass and add sugar to taste, usually two to four heaping teaspoons. (You can also use artificial sweetener.)
  4. Take something you can use as a pestle and macerate the sugar and the lime slices. (This releases the oil from the skin - essential to the taste.) The wooden instrument you see above is called a pilão and is especially made for the purpose. Every Brazilian household has at least one.
  5. Pour the chilled cachaça into the glass (holding back the ice) and stir with a spoon until the sugar is dissolved.
  6. Add the ice you need to fill the glass, stir again – and drink.


Friday, November 4, 2011

Ghost of Crimson Dawn


by Jean Herny Mead

I’m a little late for Halloween but I have a spooky tale to tell about my juvenile mystery, The Ghost of Crimson Dawn. This is how it came about:

Each June 21, a summer solstice festival is held on Casper Mountain. It originated with Neal Forsling, an artist who homesteaded the land and built a cabin at its summit. During the 1930s and 40s, she entertained her children with stories of witches and warlocks, and later published a novella about her imaginary coven. She also invited her friends to dress as witches to celebrate the solstice. I still wonder why the festival wasn't held instead on Halloween.


Neal Forsling died in 1977, and her cabin was converted to a museum, with original furniture, paintings and ancient wood stove. The festival she founded continued after her death with several hundred participants, some traveling quite a distance to take part in the celebration. A number of people claim to have seen Forsling’s ghost. Dressed in her usual jeans, plaid shirt and red knit cap, she's said to haunt her former homestead. Others have said they'e seen her in a long, flowing gown.



I decided to write another Hamilton Kids' mystery after visiting the festival. When the book was finished, my husband designed the cover from my photos of the bon fire, which always concludes the celebration. But when he reversed the cover photo to design the spine and back, a series of ghostly faces were formed on the spine where the edges of the fire connect. Talk about goosebumps!


The following day I discovered a website featuring Forsling’s paintings (Click the words Forsling's paintings to see them.). Several of them, like the one above, closely resemble the faces that appeared on my book cover spine. The next morning, when I stepped on our digital scale, instead of seeing my weight, the word YES appeared on the screen. I still get cold chills thinking about it. Needless to say, the book cover was redesigned.

The Ghost of Crimson Dawn is available in print, Kindle and Nook.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Chester Campbell and THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE MURDEROUS

By Jaden Terrell

I've long been a fan of Chester Campbell's work. His sleuthing sextagenarians Greg and Jill McKenzie are like old friends, and Sid Chance, the...pentagenarian?...of his new PI series is a strong, understatedly sexy hero you can depend on. Sid's herculean size (he's 6'6") is reminiscent of Lee Child's Jack Reacher, but unlike Reacher, with his legendary propensity to roam, Sid has roots that run deep. He's been wounded, but maintains his connections to friends and loved ones. And, while Chester doesn't expressly say this, I suspect Sid changes his underwear more often.

In the interest of full disclosure, I should say Chester and I have been friends and in the same critique group for about 15 years now. A long-time journalist, he was always the most polished writer among us, and at every meeting, we struggled to find room for improvement. Partly because of that, and partly because of his tenacity, no one doubted that we'd see his work in print. Because of its setting (partly in Nashville and partly in the Holy Lands), I always had a soft spot for his first published novel, Secret of the Scroll, but the first Sid Chance novel, The Surest Poison, quickly became a favorite. With every book, Chester does the seemingly impossible: he just keeps getting better.

The Good, the Bad, and the Murderous, Chester's latest book and the second in the Sid Chance series, continues this trend. As the book begins, Djuan Burden, a young man recently released from prison after serving time for a murder committed when he was twelve, has been arrested for a second murder. Djuan claims to have found the victim dead and fled the scene in panic, which explains why witnesses placed him at the scene. Despite Sid's doubts about Djuan's innocence, Sid is persuaded to investigate the case. This decision leads Sid and his partner, Jaz LeMieux, into a complex web of murder, police corruption, Medicare fraud, and false accusations. Chester deftly weaves these plot elements into a compelling tale of greed and redemption.

The Good, the Bad, and the Murderous is a top-notch mystery by a top-notch mystery writer. Highly recommended.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Kirkus star

by Carola Dunn
http://CarolaDunn.weebly.com

Far be it from me to blow my own trumpet, but I've just heard that GONE WEST, the twentieth Daisy Dalrymple mystery, has a starred review in Kirkus. Probably shouldn't post it as it's not actually been published yet, neither the review (11/6) nor the book (1/17), but here's the nice bit:
  
"Dunn...adds another winner to a long string of charming mysteries evocative of the period between the Great Wars."

  
      








And here, since I haven't time to write anything except my overdue ms, are some pics of the setting I should be writing about at this moment: the small town of Launceston in North Cornwall.






The church of St Mary Magdalene16th century, with the tower of the 14th century church of the same name. It's built of Cornish granit and practically every inch of the exterior is carved
 The Market Square, with War Memorial



 The Guildhall, seen through the entrance arch of the ruined castle
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