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Danube Cruise — Tragedy and Valor

Susan Vaughan here. We made friends and enjoyed the sights on our recent Viking Cruise on the Danube River from Germany to Austria. What happened, both good and bad, keeps turning over in my mind, so I felt I needed to write about it.

The cruise did not turn out as planned, except for the excellent weather—warm, even hot, and sunny the entire week. On the first night aboard the Viking Freya, at about one thirty, I felt a huge shudder and heard splashing as the ship suddenly stopped. At three o’clock, the public address system announced the ship had had an accident and all passengers were to go to the dining room. Police and emergency responders filled the near shore and the bridge above us. We could see that in the headlights of the ambulances and fire trucks that the Freya had hit a railroad bridge.

There was much grumbling and complaining and joking about someone losing his job over this, but the grim faces around us told another story. The ship was disabled from the impact, but we had to wait until a gangplank could be set up and transportation provided. At daylight we abandoned the Freya, aided by our crew and volunteer Red Cross, over two hundred people, from Erlangen. This is not a huge town, but their support and caring were wonderful, so many people in such a short time, to help us strangers.

Later that morning everyone was booked into hotels in central Nuremberg. We didn’t learn until later more details at a meeting called by a Viking executive. He shared news that sobered everyone. Apparently the wheelhouse didn’t lower as it was supposed to for traveling below bridges. The accident smashed the wheelhouse, and the Freya captain and a crew member were killed.

Such a terrible outcome, beyond what I’d imagined or guessed. I still don’t know whether it was hydraulics failure or human error or a combination. The Viking rep offered to send anyone home who wished, but most of us remained, making the best of the situation. Viking as a company and our crew as a team seemed intent on carrying on.

The group had lunch at a Rathausplatz (Town Hall Square)  restaurant, with traditional Bavarian fare that included beer and bratwurst. Afterward, Torstein Hagen, the chairman and CEO of Viking Cruises, greeted us. Having arrived to support his grieving crew, he expressed his deep regrets for the accident that marred our trip. Other Viking ships had had mishaps, but these were the first deaths.

Then, although it seemed inappropriate under the circumstances, we proceeded with our tour of Nuremberg. You may recognize the city name from the Nuremberg Trials after WWII. The trials were located there because the city had been Hitler’s headquarters. Nuremberg’s Zeppelin Field was the stadium where he staged some of his fiery speeches and paraded his troops. The stadium belongs to the town, which uses it for performances and sporting events.

Nuremberg is a sprawling modern city, but also boasts an imperial palace and a medieval section behind a fortress wall. Another ship had to be outfitted and brought to meet us, so for next three days we traveled by motor coach and spent two nights in a golf resort hotel. The coach trip included our regular scheduled visits—the medieval town of Regensburg, the city of Passau on the German-Austria border, and Gottweig Abbey. After the visit to that 900-year-old working monastery, we boarded the Viking Bestla, happy to be reunited with the Viking Freya crew.

Our cruise concluded with two days in Vienna, home to the Hapsburg dynasty, rulers of the Holy Roman Empire for generations. Also the city of many famous artists and composers, Vienna juxtaposes contemporary life and imperial majesty. The fabulous facades of ancient palaces must be maintained by law, but inside many are modern offices or apartments.

We missed some tours and cruising, but overall, we enjoyed the trip and made new friends, bonded by this shared experience.

For me, the deaths were shocking and sad but not personal, partly because neither man was introduced to the passengers. On our Rhine cruise two years ago and when we boarded the Bestla, the captains welcomed everyone at the first evening’s briefing. I wonder still if the mechanical issue that led to the Freya’s accident had kept the captain from joining us that night.

I cannot end without stressing that Viking as a company and the Freya crew were outstanding in their handling of the situation. And before you ask, yes, we’ll do another Viking cruise, where TBD. If you would like to see more of this cruise, you can find pictures and a day-by-day log on Facebook (Susan H. Vaughan).

Weekend Update: October 8-9, 2016

Next week at Maine Crime Writers there will be posts by Susan Vaughan (Monday), Brendan Rielly (Tuesday), Kate Flora (Wednesday), John Clark (Thursday), and Kaitlyn Dunnett/Kathy Lynn Emerson (Friday).

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

from Kaitlyn Dunnett: I’ve got a Goodreads giveaway for the paperback of The Scottie Barked at Midnight going on now. It’s open until October 20. Here’s the link:

https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/205951-the-scottie-barked-at-midnight

From Kate Flora: It’s finally here–after a long and tortuous journey (more about this in my blog post later this week)–the 5th Joe Burgess police procedural, Led Astray. Here’s the synopsis:

A police officer’s worst nightmare is realized when Detective Joe Burgess, called to an abandoned warehouse, finds one officer shot and two others gravely wounded. Someone is targeting Portland’s cops, including his lieutenant. As Lt. Vince Melia lies near death in a local hospital, it becomes Burgess’s task to sift through Melia’s past cases for someone with an anger so strong he has targeted an entire police department for revenge. Portland’s cops go through their days feeling like they’re wearing targets on their backs, as Burgess and his team race against time. They have to find the shooter before Rookie Randall Crossman’s funeral—a day when the city will fill with officers paying their last respects—and the perfect time for the shooter to carry out a spectacular revenge.

Right now, it’s only on Amazon, but the print version and e-books on other platforms are coming soon. https://www.amazon.com/Led-Astray-Burgess-Mystery-Book-ebook/dp/B01LXRC3G9/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1475846989&sr=8-6&keywords=led+astray+kindle

Last weekend, many of us gathered in Bar Harbor for a crime writing weekend hosted by the Jesup Memorial Library. Here are some candid shots from that event:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And on Wednesday, Bruce Coffin celebrated the publication of his first police procedural, Among the Shadows, with beer, bagpipes, and approximately a thousand close friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Vaughn C. Hardacker: On Wednesday, October 12, 2016, I will be appearing at the Windham Public Library, 217 Windham Center Road, Windham, ME 04062 from 6:00 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. On Saturday, October 15, 2016, I will be appearing at the Barnes & Noble Booksellers, 9 Marketplace Drive, Augusta, Maine 04330 from 11:00 a.m. until 1:00 p.m.

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

Maggie and Me: Same or Different?

There’s a game children play with either pictures or words: which things are the same? Which are different? (Table. Dog. Mouse. Cheese. Which is different?) More advanced versions appear on SAT tests. My kids and I sometimes played that game at the dinner table. (Yes: I was that kind of mom.) 

Authors play the game, too, but with characters. Is the father in the book like HER father? Did HIS brother really beat him up as a kid? Did SHE ever live in Iceland, like her character?

Because I’ve now written eight books about protagonist Maggie Summer, and because, yes, there are some similarities in our lives (confession: first books are often like that, and SHADOWS AT THE FAIR, the first in this series, was also the first full book I wrote.) I’m often asked, simply, “Are you Maggie?”

I always say,

No! She’s younger and braver than I am.”

And yet — Maggie and I have a lot in common, too.

So here’s the scoop: the truth about Maggie and me.

Maggie has an older brother. I have two younger sisters.

Maggie grew up in Summit, New Jersey, and graduated from  Montclair State. She has a doctorate in American Studies. I grew up in Maine and Glen Ridge, New Jersey, and graduated from Chatham College in Pittsburgh and have a doctorate without dissertation from New York University — in American Studies.

Maggie teaches at a community college in New Jersey. I’ve never taught more than a workshop, but I did work for a corporation in New Jersey. We both lived in Somerset County.

Maggie is five feet six inches tall and has long brown hair. I’m five feet two and, most of my life, had long blonde hair. (Bonus information: I just cut it.)

Maggie owns and operates an antique print business called “Shadows.”  For about thirty years I had an antique print business, too: “MAH Antiques.”  Now I write full-time.

Maggie was widowed when she was 37. (The Shadows series begins when she’s 38.) I’ve never been widowed, but I was divorced in my twenties.

Maggie has a cat, Winslow Homer. I (now) have a cat, Shadow. (I didn’t have a cat when I started the series … but there are all kinds of research!)

Maggie drinks diet Pepsi and Dry Sack sherry. I don’t drink soda, but Dry Sack is my special treat. Yum!

Maggie wants to adopt an older child as a single parent. I adopted four girls, ages 5-10, as a single parent.

Maggie’s prospective daughter is from Maine. My daughters were born in Korea, Thailand, Hong Kong and India.

Maggie’s in love with a guy who doesn’t want to be a father. Yup, me too. I ended up marrying him after my daughters were grown up.

Maggie moved from New Jersey to Maine when she was forty. I became a full-time, all-season Maine resident when I moved from New Jersey at fifty-two.

Maggie can shoot. Nope, not me.

Maggie solves crimes.  I only do that fictionally.

Maggie is stubborn, and hopeful about the future.  I hope I am, too!

And — to find out more about Maggie (and maybe me,) check out the series! The books  take place approximately three months apart, during two years. In order, they are:

Shadows at the Fair

Shadows on the Coast of Maine

Shadows on the Ivy

Shadows at the Spring Show

Shadows of a Down East Summer

Shadows on a Cape Cod Wedding

Shadows on a Maine Christmas

Shadows on a Morning in Maine

And enjoy!

 

 

Tattoos While You Wait

OK, once again, I get the ideas question, on a plane flying back from Bouchercon 2016 (a fine time, by the way).

You know what I’m talking about: “Where, dear writer, do you get your ideas?” I did my best to push beyond one of my standard answers (the planet Mars, too many Sazeracs, gumbo indigestion) and think about it but I was still back in the second line dancing down Canal Street and I couldn’t think of a thing. I made a vague answer and we moved onto other topics.

But after I’d eaten my .3 ounce bag of peanuts and drunk my cracked plastic glass of club soda, I realized I had a better answer than the one I’d given (which of course I’ve already forgotten). I remembered another flight this spring, flying back from the other Portland after visiting a friend in hospice, when I sat next to a wide-shouldered grizzled young fellow, taciturn, well-tatted up and down his arms. I thought at first we might not have anything interesting to talk about, but not for the first time in my life, I was completely wrong.

I threw out the standard opener: what do you do, what were you doing in Portland?

“Well, I’ve been working out in Hood River the last couple months.”

I notice the scars and burn marks, on his hands and forearms.

“Looks like it might have been a little dangerous.”

From him, I get this sly look and, though I didn’t recognize it at the time, he was already smirking about what he was going to tell me.

“Building the world’s largest tofurkey oven.”

Well, that would have sparked a different conversation right there, if either one of us had been a vegan or even vegetarian. Turns out, as you might have expected, there’s a huge demand for tofu products in the Pacific Northwest and one bright entrepreneur in the town on the Columbia River decided to take the plunge and create a tofurkey factory. The largest. In the world.

For those unfamiliar with the, uh, substance, tofurkey is a vegetarian replacement for turkey made of wheat protein and tofu.

It usually comes in rolls that look something like a turkey breast and I saw them on many Thanksgiving tables when I lived out there on the far northern corner of things. Have never tasted one, though. Do not intend to.

The world’s largest tofurkey factory, as it turns out, is delivered to its site in large stainless steel modules that must be welded together before the appropriate machinery can be installed and the tofurkey start oozing. This fellow—I got so interested in what he was telling me, I never did ask his name—was in charge of the team of welders who fastened the modules of the factory together.

None of this would have been overly interesting except that he started to get excited about the details of what he did every day—people love to talk about themselves and if you listen, you never know what kind of information you’ll pick up. He began by describing his work day, the various types of welding (MIG? TIG?), and most importantly, how to tell good welding from bad. Interesting stuff: trust me when I tell you my day-to-day doesn’t include a lot of contact with welders.

But what perked my ear up was when he talked about the way one welder judges whether another one knows what he’s doing. It’s a visual test called “stacking dimes.” Just as it sounds, the most proficient welders are those whose welds are so neat that they look like a stack of overlapping ten cent pieces of melted metal, all the way across a seam.

Sorry, but this is one of the things that just tickles me, the arcane language of someone’s work. I’ve carried that phrase “stacking dimes” around in my head for a couple of months now and I know it’s percolating, maybe not yet a full idea of its own but with all the potential of one. Maybe with the tofurkey, maybe not.

Obscure? Maybe. But you collect enough of these things, you don’t know where your mind will lead you. And that day, at least, I had a better answer to the ideas question than I thought: listening to people talk about themselves, their work and their lives. You can even get by with only two simple questions: Where is the common? And where is the unique?

Oh yeah. The tattoo thing.

Here’s an idea for you: how about you go get a tattoo you don’t have to wait for . .

Lost (in) Bar Harbor

Hi. Barb here. I got to spend last weekend with many of your favorite Maine Crime Writers (plus Katherine Hall Page and Hank Phillippi Ryan) at Murder by the Book at the Jesup Memorial Library in Bar Harbor, Maine.

I was particularly happy to be invited this year because this summer I read Lost Bar Harbor by G. W. Helfrich and Gladys O’Neil. My fictional family, the Snowdens, are grappling with what to do with the deserted and now burned mansion on their island, so I have been vacuuming up information about Maine mansions and their architects.

Bar Harbor makes a compelling case study. In the late nineteenth century, it was a resort not unlike Newport, Rhode Island. In the 1880s and 90s, 222 “cottages” were built for the elite of New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Washington and Chicago. They came in the summer and lived in a protected and unchanging cocoon that lasted until World War I.

And then, almost as swiftly has it had started, it was over. In 1947, Mount Desert Island suffered a great fire. Two thousand people were evacuated in a caravan of 700 cars and buses, 400 more residents escaped by sea. (For a wonderful first hand account, see this article by Lance Tapley in Down East magazine.) Helfich and O’Neil write, “It is popularly believed that the Great Fire of 1947 finished off Bar Harbor as a resort. But the fire was for many a blessing in disguise. Although a third of the 222 cottages burned, many were already empty or for sale. Bar Harbor had tottered through the depression and World War II, and the summer of 1947 cottage directory reveals only 135 cottages were occupied that summer.” Indeed, Lost Bar Harbor is a catalog of change, “Demolished in 1938,” “Torn down in 1956,” “main section torn down in 1968, remaining are a wing added in 1928 and a library made into a cottage.”

I was determined to see some of this lost Bar Harbor, and for those purposes, the folks at the Jesup couldn’t have put us up at a better place. The Wonder View Inn is built on the foundations of Farview, later renamed Eaglesgate when it was purchased in 1937 by the writer Mary Roberts Rinehart, often called “America’s Agatha Christie.” Rinehart’s own cook tried to murder her there in the summer of 1947. The house burned in the Great Fire later that year, but you can still see its beautiful garden walls on the grounds of the Wonder View.

The garden steps at Farview, Mary Roberts Rinehart’s estate

Garden steps

Just up the street from Farview was Sonogee, the summer home of A. Atwater Kent, an entrepreneur who received his first patent at age ten. His enormous parties were legendary in Bar Harbor. Now without its second story, and with two wings added, Sonogee is a nursing home.

Sonogee

We found The Turrets still standing on the grounds of the College of the Atlantic. We were actually looking for a house called Guy’s Cliff, but never found it.

The Turrets

Eventually, we got tired of the game and gave up. We drove up Cadillac Mountain, and in keeping with the “Lost in Bar Harbor” theme, it was entirely shrouded in fog. But that was sort of fun by itself, and just means we have to go back someday.

Cadillac Mountain

Intrepid author emerges from the fog

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Writers: Make audio one of the tools in the marketing chest

It’s no secret that authors these days have to be multi-taskers. No rest for the weary writer once the book is written.

Even the authors who have the best publishing deals have to be on social media, know how to market, make appearances. Those of us with smaller publishers have the same duties, only magnified in a lot of ways.

I’ve written here before about how every little thing we do as authors helps build the foundation for success. I never say no to an appearance request, make sure my social media accounts are active, visit libraries and book stores — you name it, I’ll do it.

I also wholeheartedly embraced the concept of audio versions of my books, though I don’t listen to audio books myself. I wrote here in July about how listening to the audio version of my first book, Cold Hard News, helped make me a better writer.

Now as the audio version of No News is Bad News, the second in the Bernie O’Dea series, nears the final production hurdle, I’m also grateful simply for one more way to bring my books to readers.

I am lucky that I own the audio rights to my books. I’m more than lucky that when I went on ACX.com to explore how to get an audio book made, I came across the perfect narrator and producer, exactly what I wanted. Trudi Knoedler lives in California and I live in Maine, but we certainly are right with each other on how my books should sound.

As with my last blog post on the topic, I won’t go into all the nuts and bolts. Dale Phillips’ blog post from 2013 explains it much better than I could.

The big benefit for me is that I’ve found that audio reaches readers that print and ebooks may not. I had a long conversation with a fan at an event last summer who was thrilled that Cold Hard News was on audio. It surprised me how fervent she was about it.

More recently, I got a nice note from Melanie Coombs, the librarian at MacArthur Library in Biddeford, saying how much she loved the audio of Cold Hard News and asking when No News is Bad News would be out. She enjoys listening to books and took the time out to listen to mine and then to let me know what she thought. She’s also letting patrons of her library know. She also took the time to compliment the job Trudi did with the narration.

A lot of what we do as writers is tough and there doesn’t always seem to be a lot of payoff. I’ve always said, and I sincerely believe, that every little thing adds to the whole. I decided to give audio a shot because — why not? — the books were written and Trudi would do all the work. But I’ve come to realize that it meant way more than that.

I’m looking forward to the audio version of No News is Bad News being available later this month. I put some of my rudimentary digital skills to work to make a little video of a sample to promote it. No, I know, that two-minute video won’t win any Oscars. But every little bit helps.

Check it out and let me know what you think. Click here to watch the video.

EVENTS: Maureen will be one of 10 authors reading from their works at Noir at the Bar, 3-5 p.m., Sunday, November 6, at Bull Feeney’s in Portland. Also reading will be Gayle Lynds, Gerry Boyle, Jen Blood, Barb Ross, Lea Wait, Bruce Coffin, Jessie Crocker, Brendan Rielly and Dick Cass. Kelly’s Books to Go will be selling books at the event by all of those who are reading. Come on over for a great afternoon!

Maureen Milliken is the author of the Bernie O’Dea mystery series. Follow her on Twitter at@mmilliken47 and like her Facebook page at Maureen Milliken mysteries. Sign up for email updates at maureenmilliken.com.

Books, You Say?

Kaitlyn Dunnett, aka Kathy Lynn Emerson, aka Kate Emerson here to share a not-so-little problem that has been accumulating, so to speak, for quite a number of years.

Since 1984, fifty-four of the books I’ve written have been published under several names and by a variety of publishers. Some were paperback originals. Others came out in trade paperback only. Still others had hardcover editions and, in one case, only a hardcover edition. All of them but the first are available these days as e-books and that one, a non-fiction look at women of the sixteenth century, has been superseded by my online “A Who’s Who of Tudor Women.” Why am I telling you this? Because I’m writing today about a problem that is the direct result of having written too darned many books.

Writers receive author copies from publishers at about the same time their books hit stores. By and large, this is a good thing. Author copies are used to promote the book and as gifts and can be sold at signings when there is no bookstore available. But there is a down side. Although small presses generally provide only a handful of author copies, many publishers are extremely generous. Sometimes, for a variety of reasons, the author ends up with a whole lot of extra copies of a particular title.

You’re probably thinking this still sounds like a good problem to have.

Not so much. Not if there are fifty-four separate and distinct titles involved and you wake up one day to realize that your house is overflowing with boxes of your own books. The most recently published titles? Those people want. But older books, what are called backlist titles, aren’t exactly in high demand.

I was writing for Bantam’s Loveswept line when it was discontinued back in 1998. Editors who were about to lose their jobs saw no point in handing out extra copies of those last titles to the folks who’d pulled the plug. Instead, they shipped extra cartons (48 paperbacks in each) to the authors. I still have 55 copies of Relative Strangers, 51 copies of Sight Unseen, 49 copies of That Special Smile, and 57 copies of Tried and True. The first three are set in the same world as the Liss MacCrimmon mysteries, where a few of the characters reappear, but they are, alas, not mysteries.

There are other reasons why I’ve accumulated way too many copies of some books. When I wrote my Diana Spaulding 1888 Quartet of historical mysteries for a small press, sales didn’t go as well as anticipated. I had a choice between buying up extra copies at a discount or letting them be remaindered. I opted to buy, something I’d done before when I’d had a book about to go out of print. I hoped to be able to sell the books at signings, but here’s the sad truth—for the most part, when authors do appearances, most people who attend, if they buy books at all, are only interested in the new one or the first in the current series. Backlist titles, especially if they are in a different genre or set in a different era, gather dust.

Deadlier than the Pen is the first book in the Diana Spaulding 1888 Quartet, my “gothic” novel. She’s a newspaper reporter. He’s a horror writer from Bangor. What’s not to love? But I still have 60 copies in hardcover and 35 trade paperbacks in storage. The other three books in the quartet are Fatal as a Fallen Woman (56 copies in hardcover; 40 in trade paperback), No Mortal Reason (57 copies in trade paperback; there was no hardcover), and Lethal Legend (45 copies in trade paperback; there was no hardcover).

Something similar happened when, as Kate Emerson, I wrote six non-mystery historical novels that came out as trade paperback originals. My contracts called for me to get lots of copies. At the time I was not doing very much promotion and hardly any of that was appropriate for novels that weren’t mysteries. Readers I met wanted Kaitlyn’s books, not Kate’s, with the end result that my storage bins still contain 40 copies of At the King’s Pleasure, 43 copies of The King’s Damsel, and 54 copies of Royal Inheritance.

You may remember that I blogged last month about cleaning out the space under my bed. That’s the only place I have left to put new boxes of books. I just received a carton (48 paperbacks) of The Scottie Barked at Midnight (in stores as of September 27). Hardcovers of the third Mistress Jaffrey Mystery, Murder in a Cornish Alehouse, will be published in the UK on December 31 and copies will show up on by doorstep around the same time. Then there is the stack of hardcover Kilt at the Highland Games currently sitting on top of the file cabinet in my office. As fast as I sell, donate, or give away books, more turn up to fill the void. I’m under contract for five more mysteries in the course of the next two and a half years. Most will have more than one edition. There is no end in sight.

I can’t bear to throw books away, so don’t even suggest taking some of the older ones to the dump. The number of local institutions that will take donations of books is limited. Even libraries balk at being presented with too many, especially if the titles aren’t new. Experiments with Amazon Marketplace, Half.com, and eBay did not accomplish much beyond generating paperwork. I’m happy to shell out postage for a good cause, like the upcoming NHPTV auction, but even media mail rates would break the bank if I started shipping free books to everyone who asked for one. Library rate, sadly, only applies when one library ships books to another.

So, faithful readers, over to you. Can you think of ways to winnow down my book inventory? Any solutions that I can afford and that I haven’t already tried are welcome. In fact, in return for each viable option, I’ll reward the person who first suggests it in the comments section below with a free book. If you come up with something that might work, you can choose any title mentioned in this blog as your prize.

 

Kathy Lynn Emerson/Kaitlyn Dunnett is the author of over fifty books written under several names. She won the Agatha Award for best mystery nonfiction of 2008 for How to Write Killer Historical Mysteries and was an Agatha Award finalist in 2015 in the best mystery short story category for “The Blessing Witch.” Currently she writes the contemporary Liss MacCrimmon Mysteries (Kilt at the Highland Games) as Kaitlyn and the historical Mistress Jaffrey Mysteries (Murder in a Cornish Alehouse ~ UK in December 2016; US in April 2017) as Kathy. The latter series is a spin-off from her earlier “Face Down” series and is set in Elizabethan England. Her websites are www.KaitlynDunnett.com and www.KathyLynnEmerson.com

 

 

Weekend Update: October 1-2, 2016

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

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

Saturday, October 1, many of us (Kate Flora, Chris Holm, Lea Wait, Dorothy Cannell, Maureen Milliken, Barbara Ross, Bruce Coffin, Vaughn Hardacker + guest bloggers Gayle Lynds, Brendan Rielly, John Sheldon and Hank Phillippi Ryan will be speaking at Murder By the Book –a one-day mystery conference and celebration at the Jesup Memorial Library in Bar Harbor from 9:30 until 4:00. Open to the public — and free! Authors’ books will be available for purchase and signing.

Lea Wait: Friday, October 7, I’m looking forward to conducting a Professional Development Day for the teachers and staff at Harmony Elementary School in Harmony, Maine. Topic? The Joy of Writing: Exciting Our Students.

Kaitlyn Dunnett: The paperback reprint of last year’s hardcover, The Scottie Barked at Midnight, was released this past week. It’s also available as an ebook.

 

 

Kate Flora, still red-faced from missing her blog day yesterday, wanted to share the cover from Led Astray, her soon to be released Joe Burgess police procedural.

 

 

 

 

 

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

Red at Night, Mainers delight

Kate Flora here, red with mortification at forgetting to blog today. It’s a long story. Anyway, in case you still tune in today, here are a few of the gorgeous sunsets we’ve been enjoying lately.

Going with strength

John Clark with an admission or two. Unlike sister Kate, I didn’t grow up to be a writer. True, I had a vivid and dangerous imagination, but wanted to be a baseball player and later just wanted to survive. Writing came in my 40s after Mom and Kate were really into it and having success. My first forays were as a newspaper columnist, then a contributor to a book on libraries in mental health settings and finally a YA fantasy novel. In hindsight, it could have been a better book, but it introduced me to a more structured imagination and was followed by four more in the same imaginary universe. All four slumber on my computer years later. They’ve been joined by an adult sci-fi novel and three more or less completed YA urban fantasies/romance/mysteries.

What happened to leave them in a not-yet-completed pile? If I could answer that question I would and do so gladly, but every time I ponder the question, it’s like nailing jello to the wall in a dark basement while wearing mittens. Mom’s death knocked the stuffing out of me, 9/11 had a smaller effect, but if there’s a blockbuster reason, it continues to elude me. Make no mistake, I’m not feeling sorry for myself, just trying to be honest.

Along the way, I discovered the seductive allure of writing short stories. Heck, on a good day, I can knock one out, let it simmer for a few days and polish it nicely. Contrast that to the time and effort involved in writing a book and it’s pretty clear why that kind of writing has a siren song.

I’m also pretty comfortable in my retired life after the first year and when I look at the effort and time my fellow MCW members devote to getting their work in front of readers, it makes me wonder if I want to change that much in my life. There’s also the ADHD aspect of sitting at the computer. I get distracted way too easily. Need another cup of coffee, gotta see if any new email has arrived, who has posted on Facebook, has the mailman come yet, should I pick more raspberries. Looked at logically, this isn’t a particularly sane behavior pattern, but it sits on my shoulder like a demonic monkey all too often.

Perhaps the biggest aspect of my writing life is that more and more, I enjoy reading and reviewing books. Reading is so satisfying and sharing a particularly good book with others makes the experience even more so. I’ve been reviewing for School Library Journal for a few years now, covering educational DVDs and audio books. It’s safe to say I’m their resident expert on addiction and mental health videos. You have no idea how good some of them are and how powerful the message recovering teens can convey when describing their odyssey to hell and back. I also review for Buried Under Books (https://cncbooksblog.wordpress.com/) as well as The CMLD Kids/Teens Review site. (https://cmldbookreviews.com/). Since I don’t finish boring or uninteresting books, I seldom post a negative review. Reviews are satisfying in several ways. First, they make an author feel like their work matters, they give potential readers a peek inside and they can direct readers, particularly teens, to books that may help them make sense of their lives.

Nothing in life is cast in stone. I might wake up tomorrow and be so inspired by a new story idea that I do nothing but write until Veteran’s Day, but for today, what you’ve read is my reality and was important to share. I’ll end with my latest book review below.

Phantom Limbs by Paula Garner, Candlewick (September 27, 2016). ISBN: 9780763682057.

Imagine a story where every character is one of the walking wounded, but because they are, nobody is able to understand and work through what they all share.

Dara lost an arm to a shark while swimming in Hawaii. It ended her hopes of being an Olympic swimmer and broke any positive connection to her father who was her coach. Then there’s the issue surrounding her late mother, not to mention her gender identity issue. She’s compensated by trying to train Otis to be her surrogate Olympian and it has helped him cope (barely) with his twin losses, the tragic death of his little brother and the sudden move, not long after, by his best friend Meg, who he confided in and loved a lot. He’s gone three years with no contact, but has never gone a day without wondering and imagining. Otis’ parents are stuck in the storm of grief generated when their younger son Mason died. They were best friends with Meg’s parents who lived next door, but something unspoken now lies between the former best friends.

When Meg’s parents separate, her dad takes a transfer back to the branch of his company near by and Meg breaks silence to let Otis know she is coming for a three week visit and needs to talk. What follows reminded me of a satellite in a descending orbit. Every time it passes over Truthtown, you learn a little more about everyone’s secret demons and tense up, expecting a fiery crash. Instead, Paula skillfully navigates the story to an incredibly satisfying landing that left me smiling and hopeful. All the characters are likable, but I couldn’t help but root for Dara, Meg and Otis, three teens in pain through no fault of their own. Granted there are F-bombs in the story, but they shouldn’t deter any library from adding this to their YA collection.