Archive for January, 2010

Why We LOVE Mysteries – by Austin Camacho

It’s no secret that my series featuring Washington DC detective Hannibal Jones is gaining popularity, and Echelon Press has a couple of short stories available featuring the character. What you might not guess is that I love to read a good mystery as much as I enjoy writing them. I am a lifelong fan of mysteries and crime fiction in general. And I’m not alone. Crime novels account for somewhere between 20 and 25 percent of the fiction sold around the world, at least what’s published in English. Some of the longest running publications feature mystery short stories, including Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, Alfred Hitchcock Magazine and The Strand. If you’re not a fan, you may wonder why stories about murder and other evils that men do are so popular.

There’s no denying that this is the kind of story that people really read. While independent bookstores have almost disappeared, shops that specialize in mysteries are booming. The Mystery Bookstore Directory at Mysterynet.com lists nearly 70 stores all around the country.

This is a fairly recent phenomenon. 30 years ago, you didn’t see crime novels on the bestseller list. Today they regularly account for half of it.

But why do we love crime fiction so much?

At my book signings people tell me they love mysteries because they tell real stories. Mainstream fiction, if there is such a thing, often has no real conflict and no resolution. More and more self indulgence, with less and less plot, that’s literary fiction. But mysteries always give you a story, and the satisfying conclusion we don’t often get in real life. You can’t do this if you haven’t mastered the basic mechanics of storytelling – a beginning, middle and end, heroes and villains. There’s a definite form. Harlan Coben who writes the Myron Bolitar series says it’s like writing a sonata or haiku. But within that form you can do almost anything. Pick up anything by Baltimore detective writer Laura Lippman. She says that the best books are at war with themselves. The reader is dying to get to the end of the story, the reader is dying to make the book last forever. People read mysteries to find out what happens.

So what are YOUR reasons for loving mystery fiction? Let me know and I’ll mention them in my next blog post.

Short Stories and Truffles

I love to write short stories.

Writing them has been therapeutic for me. The beginning of my romantic suspense, JUST A MEMORY from Echelon Press, describes an incident that I wrote originally as a short story. I was the woman in the story, and writing about the traumatic event helped me get past it. It reduced my fear of being in the same situation again.

Writing short stories is also an excellent tool for improving one’s writing ability. Short stories must be written very economically. I’m not talking sale price here. I mean that the writer must use only the number of words necessary to give the story a beginning, a middle, and an end. Just the right words to flesh-out characters that the reader will want to read about. What better exercise for taking the wordiness out of stories.

Reading short stories is like eating chocolate truffles. You take your first bite and love the flavor. You take the second bite and hit the wonderful creamy center. You’re hooked now and can’t stop. You have to take the last piece into your mouth and let it melt. You loved it so much you almost wish the truffle were larger. But then it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be as good.

Sometimes you want just a little bit of that marvelous chocolate.

Sometimes a short story is the perfect piece to read.

Lois Carroll

Short stories from Echelon Shorts:

Last Visit  http://tiny.cc/LastVisit

Special Gifts  http://tinyurl.com/SpecialGifts

Romantic suspense from Echelon Press:

Just A Memory  http://tinyurl.com/m4245x

The Key -  Coming soon

Coming Home to My Genre of Choice

I’ve always known that when it came to stories, to read or to write, I was a fantasy kind of girl.  It’s all because of my dad.  My father was a voracious reader (and fast too!) and because of his job he had to fly a lot.  So he would come home from his business trips with big paper grocery sacks full of paperback books, and he’d spill them out over the coffee table for me and my older brother to squabble over.  Dad was pretty evenly divided between fantasy and science fiction, but early on I showed a preference for fantasy and my brother for science fiction, not that we wouldn’t read the other genres, we just knew what we wanted to go for first.  Because of my dad, I soared with Anne McCaffrey’s dragons, I skulked through the dirty alleyways of Robert Asprin’s Thieve’s World, I rode along for Garion’s epic adventure in David Eddings’s Belgariad, and I loved every single minute of it.  So it only seemed natural that I would write fantasy when I figured out that being a writer was all I ever wanted to be. 

But heroic (or high) fantasy, which is what made up the bulk of my dad’s fantasy reading, wasn’t quite the genre for me.  Sure, I’ve done a few pieces that worked quite well in that genre, but it’s not quite “home.”  Every writer has a genre that for him or her is home base.  I found my home in my late 20s, courtesy of a co-worker at my dayjob.  I’d already been writing in this genre for a little while because I’d figured out in grad school that stories without some kind of supernatural or mythical twist didn’t suit me.  But I didn’t know what to call it, it’s just what I did.  Then Sarah told me I should read Charles de Lint.  I was stunned.  Here was home.  Here was someone with enormous talent, and quite a bit of success, doing exactly the type of stuff I yearned to do.  I was completely hooked.  Welcome to urban fantasy, my genre of choice. 

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Gimme a Whodunnit!

When it comes to reading short stories, I think my favorite genre is the mystery! There’s nothing better than a tightly woven whodunnit.

I admire authors who can lay out a story packed with clues, but finish with a surprising twist. A mystery plot keeps me engaged from the first line all the way to the end. That’s a tough assignment, but I love the result!

Authors of great short mysteries are probably why I stick with fantasy when I write short stories. Whenever I try to write ‘mysteriously’, it comes out paranormal. I’ve learned to live with it…and thankfully, readers seem to like it!

The latest from Hobbitville!

So when I’m shopping for a quick read I look for mysteries first – murder, intrigue, theft -I’m not picky. Mysteries top my list of reading entertainment.

Unless I’m in the mood to escape with a little romance. Or unless it’s October (Poe Season)…I’m humble enough to admit I prefer the  scary or chilling in short doses, please.

Happy reading ~ in whatever genre you prefer!

Regan

Find all of Regan’s titles, short or full-length at Echelon Press! And keep up with Regan at her blog, website, on Twitter (@reganblack) or Facebook

Writing superstitions I have known…

Click to buy "Requiem"! (Currently #11 in the 2009 Preditors & Editors Readers' Poll)

A lot of people I know have a collection of little superstitions. You know the common ones: wearing your pair of ‘lucky’ socks. Knocking on wood. Picking up a penny if you find one.

In the writing world, superstitions often become special routines.

I guess I’m a little bit of an odd duck. I don’t have a lucky pencil. I don’t have a ‘special’ notebook (although I do prefer to use a notebook completely up before starting a new one). I don’t have to be wearing a certain kind of shoes to write, and I don’t have to be in a specific place (although, being at a computer certainly helps). I don’t have a particular kind of music for fueling my writing process, either.

It’s a funny thing about music, though: I don’t have a preference.

The work has a preference.

When I wrote “Requiem,” I found myself listening to a lot of classical choral music, especially during scenes featuring Hattie’s performances. During the first few chapters, I had the “Heiligmesse” on loop in my computer, among other choral masses and instrumental favorites (“Barcarolle” by Offenbach, anyone?).

If the work has a preference, does that still make it a superstition?

~*~

Heather S. Ingemar has loved to play with words since she was little, and it wasn’t long until she started writing her own stories. Termed “a little odd” by her peers, she took great delight in exploring tales with a gothic flair, and to this day, Edgar Allan Poe continues to be her literary hero. To learn more, please visit: http://ingemarwrites.wordpress.com/ or follow her on Twitter: http://twitter.com/heatheringemar

RUNNING IN THE HORSE BARN CAN GET YOU HURT

Short PI, Sean NMI Sean, is up for escorting his statuesque lady love to the Great Minnesota Get-together, as the State Fair is known. The annual event draws millions of folks, most regular, law-abiding types.  There are many opportunities for the irregular types.  Pick-pockets, grifters, hustlers and scam artists.  And that’s just the ordinary ones.

Minnesota and neighbor Wisconsin are noted for their cheese production, both hard and soft.  So Sean, watching a small stage performance by a polka band, barely registers a comment about hard cheese when he overhears two men talking.  But later, things get dark and slippery when he enters the horse barn.  Well, here, see what I’m saying….

“We were somewhere in the center of the big barn, having encountered several enormous equine creatures being maneuvered here and there down the aisles. The horses’ hooves made sharp clopping sounds on the concrete. Some of the animals seemed a little skittish so we avoided getting close. I was a few steps ahead of Catherine, who had stopped to peer through a barred grate at a small brown ass. Maybe it was a donkey. I’m no expert on these things. I went on around the corner and came face to face with an open stall. I remember there was a lot of what looked like fresh hay on the floor. Also a body.

He was slumped on the floor against a corner of the stall, one arm raised as if he were about to wave at somebody. The effect was ruined because his wrist was pinned to the wooden wall by one steel tine of a pitchfork. His striped black and white boat shirt glistened red down the front. His head drooped forward but it looked to me like his throat had been slashed.”

The short story is titled “Hard Cheese.”  If you want to know the why’s and wherefores, of this little adventure, and how it all turns out, you can download this charming bit of diversion for a ridiculously low price from Echelon Press.

The easy way is to click on this site:
http://www.echelonpress.com/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=14

Or just copy and paste the line in your browser.  The page gives you access not only to this story but a few others I’ve produced for Echelon.

And do come back and visit.  I’ve several other nice bits and a few pieces that Echelon has promised to publish in the next few months.

Meanwhile, Good reading!

The Real 12 Days of Christmas

Did you know that according to tradition 25 December is the actually the first day of Christmas, ending after 12 days on 6 January when the three wise men (the Kings of Orient) arrive to pay homage to the baby in the manger?

This means we still have a few Christmas shopping days to purchase one of the Echelon Shorts in the “12 Days of Christmas” series…

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