Archive for July, 2010

Interview With the Dragon

I have a confession to make: I like dragons. Most literature portrays them as stupid, or evil, or both, a convenient external conflict for the hero to slay.

Cruelty to animals, is all I can say. My kind of dragon is Donkey’s wife from Shrek or the pet dragons from Terry Pratchett’s Disc World.

In my Echelon Press Short, “Interview With the Dragon“, I attempted to capture the magic and the beauty of these majestic creatures.

Excerpt:

Dragons. The word has always evoked dread in humankind.

Persecuted by adventurers and would-be heroes, we-dragons-were eventually declared extinct. And man rejoiced the death of yet another of Earth’s predators. Gigantic reptiles. Fire breathing. Bloodthirsty.

That’s one of the reasons why I’m granting this interview. An exclusive tale, straight from the country’s top security prison for women.

I need to set the record straight. We are not gigantic and certainly not reptiles. We are not the bloodthirsty ones. As to the fire breathing-but I’m getting ahead of myself.

In the twentieth century, dragons were part fantasy, part legend, but mostly forgotten. I guess it was because man finally began to feel guilty: about the dodo, about the African mountain lion, about the rainforests. And about slaying the dragons. It’s one thing to paint St George smiting something that spouts fire, it’s quite another to see species after species hunted into oblivion.

So that’s the past. And today? Today, the fate of the entire planet is up to me.

The wake-up call sounds and my thoughts return to the present. The interview. My heart beats faster as I pull the black scarf off my eyes and let my pupils adjust to the artificial light that glares at me twenty-four hours a day. I stretch carefully, one limb after another, fold and unfold my wings ten times, then begin the sit-ups. I hate exercising as much as the next girl. Being pregnant, however, leaves me no option but to stay fit.

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Publication is only the halfway mark

Most writers would agree that the most wonderful moment in an author’s life is the day his book is accepted by a publisher. But what about the second most wonderful moment? Ahh, that’s the day someone who paid to read your work tells you they liked it. Until then you’re only halfway to feeling like a real author.

A.A. Milne wrote a little poem called Halfway Down. In the first verse, Christopher Robin explains that he always stops and sits on the middle stair, “I’m not at the bottom, I’m not at the top.” This pretty much describes my feelings after publication.

When Echelon Press accepted my novel Blood and Bone I thought, “what a happy miracle!” Then they published a couple of my short stories: “A Little Wildness” (http://astore.amazon.com/echelonpressp-20/detail/B002TG4MTI) and Mystery on Capitol Street (http://www.amazon.com/Mystery-on-Capitol-Street-ebook/dp/B0030GFBUA/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=digital-text&qid=1280154936&sr=8-12) I thought I was established as an author.

Then a weird thing happened. After years of living and breathing these stories, they were no longer mine. They belonged to the world.

“Halfway up the stairs isn’t up, And it isn’t down,” so reads the poem. No kidding; I’m so there. Then it goes on, “And all sorts of funny thoughts Run round my head.” That’s when it starts getting intense. I can feel myself next to Christopher Robin on the middle stair conversely weepy, giddy and freaked out with funny thoughts. “Someone is downloading my story RIGHT NOW. I can feel people reading it. Where are they now? Will they get the part when..?

Of course, I’m a positive person by nature, so my version of Milne’s little nursery rhyme would be Halfway Up instead of Halfway Down. Still, I don’t want to be stuck here, so if you’ve downloaded one of my short stories, please send me a note – ascamacho@hotmail.com – to let me know what you thought. I promise to reply to every email.

I want to hear from you, because the time between getting published and hearing from readers is strange indeed, as strange as the middle stair. “It isn’t really Anywhere, it’s somewhere else instead.”

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How could anything that tastes and feels so right be so wrong? I just can’t seem to help myself, but who am I really hurting? I mean…it’s just a little snack or two…

We’re brought up to know the difference between right and wrong, but sometimes, slipping to the dark side is out of our control.

 

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To Market to Market….

The Associated Press reports that a new poll conducted by the Sports Marketing Group in Atlanta has identified the top 10 most hated spectator sports:

  1. Dog fighting
  2. Professional wrestling
  3. Bullfighting
  4. Professional boxing
  5. PGA Tour
  6. PGA Seniors
  7. LPGA Tour
  8. NASCAR
  9. Major League Soccer
  10. ATP Men’s Tennis

I think that poll was last year.  Well, on to the real stuff.

Recently I have read with some amusement and even some concern about the attitudes and beliefs of various colleagues around the place as regards the value of blogging, social mediating, promoting and advertising.  Over the last however many years I have gained some insight into these topics, not as a professional, mind you but as a consumer.  Now, if I were writing this as a submission to an academic journal, there would be numerous footnotes and citations of sources.  Be of good cheer and a little trust.  No footnotes.

The information that follows is gleaned from many sources and observations and my own personal expenditure of time energy and coin of the ream.

1)     In spite of all the hoopla and phenomenal growth of use, and the fact that many reviewers blogs are widely read, we who review have little  influence on the book-buying public.

2)    Surveys consistently show that the number one influence toward the purchase of recreational reading in any form is word of mouth.  My own informal survey over the last year indicates that among Internet users and Mystery fiction book buyers, Blogs play almost no role.  Disappointed?  Sure.  Am I advocating dumping all your fine blogging efforts?  ABSOLUTELY NOT.

3)    In spite of the expenditure of massive amounts of money, money which supports some fine magazines, I am quick to point out, print and on-line advertising books to the reading public is minimally effective, unless one can commit thousands of dollars to a professionally designed ad campaign.  Can You?

4)    Social Media, Twitter, Facebook, FacePage, AuthorsDen, Blogs, DorothyL, Mystery Must Advertise, etc etc, are fun and useful networks but they are NOT free.

5)    Running around the country doing what we call Book Events or signings are fun and often produce significant sales.  However, they rarely pay for themselves.

6)    My own recent and informal survey last year of more than 500   fans and readers of  crime fiction, less than 1% (!)  read blogs.  Hey-they’re reading our books!

So what’s the deal?  How do we manage this affair?

Harper Lee aside, how many blockbuster best-seller novelists can you name who after that biggie, went on to significant literary careers writing crime fiction?  Now, how many other authors of crime fiction who never even made a best-seller list, or won an Edgar, have continued, year after year to produce good, readable, enjoyable satisfying crime fiction?

Here are the covers of some good and inexpensive shorts to consider.

We write crime fiction for many reasons, not the least of which is the hope we’ll get paid a reasonable amount for our efforts.  That effort includes the promotion of our work, side by side, or sometimes in place of, what a publisher is willing to do.  We know we have to do it.  But, as with everything else balance and discipline are required.  And that includes time and energy spent on networks, whether social or professional.  It requires that we understand that nothing in this life is free and that includes Tweet and FaceBook.  So in the final analysis, let it be said that as astute Echelon Authors, we do realize we must discipline ourselves and share our time among many countervailing pressures.

You got all this?  Okay, now over here, I have this interesting deed to the Brooklyn Bridge.  I can let you have a piece of it for…….

Write well, promote well, provide your life with good food and libations of your choice, surround yourself with good friends and companions and party on!

Who’s Your Buddy?

Writing can be a pretty lonely gig. You spend hours with pen and paper (or more  likely a keyboard) and the imaginary (often uncooperative) friends in your head.

I didn’t say it wasn’t cool – and you can work in your jammies if you want – just that it gets lonely.

For years I shared my office with Skye – the silliest, most engaging parakeet ever. Or at least in my acquaintance. He was unique in that he bonded so well with me, he completely believed he was simply a small, feathered person.

So cats didn’t scare him, neither did dogs or people – because I interacted with all of those creatures too. Only one thing freaked out Skye- other birds! He was a great writing buddy, cheering me on day in and day out. When he died in early May, it broke my heart.

And the office got so very lonely.

My family noticed I was dragging my laptop from room to room and they carefully began to inquire if I was ready for more feathered company in my office. (maybe they were just tired of watching me work in my jammies)

They took me to look at parakeets and I just couldn’t ‘go there’. It was too soon I thought, swiping at a few tears. Then I turned to another aviary -this one full of finches – and found myself soothed and intrigued by a pair of Cut Throat finches.

I watched and watched and felt myself smiling at their antics. When my birthday rolled around, my family presented me with that same pair. Already, these finches are the best gift ever (well, my engagement ring was pretty awesome, but that’s been over 20 years ago).

Without digressing into a full ranking of birthday gifts of ages past, I’ll let you know I finally named them: Eros and Psyche (my husband suggested ‘Query’ and ‘Synopsis’, the cats were hoping for ‘Lunch’ and ‘Dinner’) and they are a boon to the time I spend here at the keyboard!

Check out the stories I wrote with Skye at OmniLit and Amazon and stay tuned to ReganBlack.com for excerpts of more stories written in the company of Eros and Psyche!

Live the adventure!

Regan

Do you have a reading or writing buddy? Maybe a favorite chair or corner where you spend time with characters you love?

In the middle of nowhere…

I know you’ve been there.

The car is hot because the air conditioning doesn’t work. The seat sticks to your legs as you shift and makes your shirt itch on your back. You’ve got that annoying weight down below and it’s many more miles before there’s a rest stop. Cell phone reception vanished several hours ago, never to be found. Nobody is talking because the wide open spaces to either side of the desolate highway you’re driving down seem to press down on any words.

Welcome to The Middle of Nowhere.

I first had the idea to write a story set in the desolate, open country when I was returning from an Easter dinner along a little-known back road. The wide fields of wheat and barley stretched, rolling carpets of multi-colored green, to either side as far as the eye could see. As dusk set around my car, I realized that if anything were to happen to you out in the great yonder, you might never be found.

Thus, the seeds for my upcoming supernatural suspense story, “In the Middle of Nowhere,” were born.

In “Nowhere,” Frank Middlewait — an obnoxious CEO — has an accident off one of these unknown back roads. His car is totaled, he’s injured, and with no cell reception, there’s nothing between him and the wild things that make their homes in places where no man dwells.

Lucky for you, so long as you have gas in your car and no mechanical gremlins plague you, you’ll reach the next town with no problem.

You’ll have to read to find out if Frank has any luck left — or if it’s all run out.

~*~

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

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Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer

Anybody else out there remember Nate King Cole singing about those “Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer”?  That’s always been one of my favorite summer songs and a perfect way to describe the summer we’re enjoying this year in Chicago. Lazy, hazy, and warm.

Another of my favorite summer songs is “Summer Lovin’” from the play Grease. My oldest son sang that song years ago when he played the lead in Grease back at Taft, his old high school. Taft just happens to be the alma mater of Jim Jacobs, the man who wrote Grease and based it on his years there as a student. Jim was kind enough to return to the school when the play was in production there. The cast really enjoyed meeting him and hearing his take on “the good old days” of the ’50′s.

Given enough incentive, Joe and his high school sweetheart/now wife Melissa will sing “Summer Lovin’” at family parties. After eighteen years of marriage, they still sound good belting out that duet.

And then there’s that great song “Under the Boardwalk”. What would summer be without that one playing on the radio?

So what’s your favorite summer song? Add a comment here, or drop me a line at kleworks@aol.com. I’d love to hear what tune gets your toes tapping in summer!

Mary Welk

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