Lori Rader-Day--What's Your Obsession?

DEBORAH CROMBIE: I am such a fan of Lori Rader-Day and I am beyond chuffed to have her visiting us again here on JRW. And this book, WRECK YOUR HEART, I have to tell you, is an absolute corker! It's a pick-it-up-and-don't-put-it-down read, so I'm warning you. Block out some time for this one. 

And this cover?? If there were awards for most fun covers, this one would definitely be in the running!

What’s your obsession?

By Lori Rader-Day

I have been lucky enough to be invited to visit Jungle Red Writers for every one of my books.

In my guests posts here, I have talked about Muppets and nail polish and cookies made of ground-up angel’s wings. About the metaphor of the time loop in the movie Groundhog’s Day reflecting the realities of writing. On the death of Saturday morning cartoons, the “Dukes of Hazzard,” and the hazards of nostalgia. About the fantastic cream teas and afternoon teas I’ve enjoyed as “research.” About stargazing and my cousin the astronaut and my childhood, viewed from the back of a motorcycle. And about the playlists I have always made for my books, from the music I listen to as I write.

But really? I have only one topic, no matter what I’m writing about.

Obsession.

Writing is all about obsession, absorption. What can I care enough about to spend the vast amounts of time required to write a novel? What can I care about, even as the muddled middle stagnates, as the first draft’s finish reveals my disappointments and the long road of revision ahead? What can I care about all the way to the last, teeny, tiny edit, when I can finally let it go? 

(My agent once said of my editing process, "No one does it like this, Lori," and I am still chilled by that.)

Time passing means we never cross the same river twice, as the saying goes. What I’m obsessed with right now might be spent in the process of writing, used up, and I’ll never think about it again. (Except when I’m holding up a copy of the book in front of readers and explaining why they should join me in my obsession, at least for a few hundred pages.) I might regret the loss of that obsession, that glorious time when I was able to dedicate myself fully to a topic, when it was my job to care so much about, say, the historical records of one lovely English house once owned by Agatha Christie.

 

(It was a lovely time to be obsessed with Agatha's house while I was stuck in mine in the pandemic lockdown.)

As writers we get asked a lot… isn’t it easier to write a book once you’ve already done it a few times? The truth is… no. It gets harder. One of the reasons this is true, I suspect, is that we are worried about stepping into that river and finding the same water. We don’t want to write the same book over and over. Even series authors want to outdo themselves from book to book. But as a standalone author, I am at pains to keep discovering new things to obsess over to form the basis of my character’s job and life and dilemma. For each book, I must learn enough to, if not to become the leading worldwide expert, then at least not embarrass myself. As someone who is research averse, it’s about finding new topics I don’t mind spending the time on.

For my latest book, Wreck Your Heart, it was music.

Am I a musician? No more than I was a sociology professor, hotel cleaner, handwriting expert, night-sky photographer, construction company administrator, or a rejected and reassigned World War II nurse. No more than I was a mother, or widowed, or kidnapped as a child, or Agatha freaking Christie herself. I write fiction, so I’m allowed to play with these roles, imagine and reimagine what these lives might be like so that my readers receive the same opportunity.

If I do my job right, my readers will wonder about each character… is their obsession mine?

For instance: Am I a good singer? No. But I was willing to put the time the vocalist protagonist of Wreck Your Heart needed. Oh, poor me. I had to listen to music (which I would have been doing anyway; here’s the playlist for Wreck Your Heart). I was compelled to read memoirs by some of my favorite recording artists. I was forced to witness the awe of the shared experience of a live music audience, to watch how audiences interact with performers, how stage lighting paints skin. Again and again, concert after concert, poor me.

(See that little woman with the big shadow on the wall? Look for her in Wreck Your Heart!)

Actually, though Wreck Your Heart is about a musician yearning for rockstar status, the book became, in the end, about obsession, about putting your whole self into what you care about, about laying yourself open to criticism and derision and vulnerability by being your truest self. Loving something or someone fully is what makes us human. The thing you love most can be the lens through which you see the world in all its brightest colors.

I said it to Jungle Red Writers readers long ago: obsession is good for you. It’s been good to me. As soon as I figure out my next obsession, I’ll start singing about it. So to speak.

What are you obsessed with, Jungle Red readers? Tell me everything.

Here's more about WRECK YOUR HEART: 

Ann Cleeves called it “wisecracking and wonderful.” Elle Cosimano called it “Phenomenal.” Library Journal and Publisher’s Weekly both gave the book starred reviews. 

 

The book is the instant USA Today bestseller Wreck Your Heart, a crime novel with a big heart, about a country and midwestern singer out to catch her big break before family—or murder—wrecks everything.

 

Dahlia “Doll” Devine had the kind of hardscrabble beginning they write country songs about. As part of Chicago’s—yes, Chicago’s—country music scene, Dahlia is an up-and-coming singer in spangles and boots of classic country tunes. Up and coming, that is, until her boyfriend up and went, taking the rent money with him.

 

So Dahlia is back to square one, crashing in the apartment over McPhee’s Tavern where she performs and relying on the kindness of the pub’s owner—again. When the mother Dahlia hasn’t spoken to in twenty years shows up and then disappears again—really disappears, leaving a distraught half-sister Dahlia didn’t know she had—and a body is discovered outside McPhee’s, the two mysteries threaten not just the place Dahlia has made into a home, but everything she’s believed about her past, her dreams for the future, and the people she was just, maybe, beginning to let into her heart.

Lori Rader-Day is the USA Today bestselling author of eight novels including Wreck Your Heart, The Death of Us, Death at Greenway, The Lucky One, and Under a Dark Sky. She has been nominated for crime fiction’s highest award, the Edgar Award, and has won the Mary Higgins Clark Award, the Agatha Award, three Anthony Awards, and an Indiana Author Award. She has also been nominated for Thriller, Barry, and Macavity awards. Lori is a former national president of Sisters in Crime and a former national board member of Mystery Writers of America. She lives in Chicago, where she co-chairs the crime fiction readers’ event Midwest Mystery Conference and teaches creative writing at Northwestern University. Visit her at www.LoriRaderDay.com.

DEBS: And you can stop in today to say hi and tell Lori all about your obsessions!

The Girls' Team

DEBORAH CROMBIE: I know I've mentioned here on the blog that my granddaughter (who will be TEN tomorrow!! Happy birthday, Wren!) is playing soccer, and how much I LOVE going to her games. I tried to get a good action shot last night but it's hard when they're moving so fast!

Obviously, I love supporting her, but I also love supporting all the girls. It's been fascinating to watch their personalities and characters develop over the couple of years the team has been together, and to see their strengths in the way they play and interact with one another. I love that they are such good sports–more important than any athletic achievements, in my opinion. They're good natured when they lose and they're kind to their opponents. You wouldn't guess Wren's team lost from this picture with her dad!

My daughter played sports, too (as she reminds me!), a couple of years of soccer and then softball up into early middle school, when she switched to gymnastics. 

I, however, did not, and I envy these girls the experience. Before Title IX in 1972, a few high schools had girls' basketball and volleyball teams, but there was nothing organized for younger girls. Girls were expected to want to be cheerleaders and that was pretty much it.

Would I have been any more athletic or coordinated if the opportunities had been available? Maybe not, but I'm sorry I missed that boat, and really glad I get to experience it vicariously!

How about you, dear REDs? Did you play sports? Did/do your kids/grandkids play sports? And did you love it or hate it?

RHYS BOWEN:  I had sporty high achieving parents. My mom was a schools high jump champion. My dad a good soccer and cricket player. I started tennis when I was 8 and it was a big part of my life until I was in my 60s and got a damaged disc between my shoulder blades. I played for school, college and in various groups. In school I was also on the netball team. In college captain of table tennis ( in which I still play a mean game!) 

Going to a girl’s school we had every sport offered to us. My own kids started on swim teams when they were five and some moved to water polo ( still an important sport for Jane and daughter Meghan) They play golf and pickleball. 

I also watch any sport on TV ( except darts and bowling. Too boring) 

I should add that the one sport I hated was watching my grandson in high school wrestling! Horrifying! 

HALLIE EPHRON: There were virtually no sports for women (pre Title 9) when I was in grammar school. We had “gym” every day but all I remember is lining up in size places and taking a shot at the basket and playing dodge ball. In high school, having to take swimming was pure torture, and I had a very frequently recurring “period” that excused me.

Things are so much better now. My daughter played soccer – on the girls team and a coed team. She liked the girls team better. My granddaughter is on the swim team and does gymnastics and (heaven help me) “cheer.” It’s great, but exhausting from a parent’s perspective, having to show up (which we WANT to do) at so many events and cheer her on.

DEBS: That's a lot, Hallie! Wren is still in gymnastics, but it's very low key, and I'm not sure how much longer that will last with the demands of soccer.

JENN McKINLAY: YES! Basketball, volleyball, and judo as a youth. Volleyball as an adult. And now, I’m taking Tai Chi in an adult ed class because why not? I was a kid in the seventies and a tween/teen in the eighties so sports were a big thing for girls. Mostly, I got lucky that I had a sibling less than a year older than me and he included me in everything so I also played hockey, skateboarded, kayaked, hiked, fished, boogie boarded, and skied. I’m sure I’m missing some stuff, too. Looking back, we were very busy in the best possible way. 

HANK PHILLIPI RYAN: Argh. ALL I wanted was to be on some team, any team, anything. There were no girls teams, though, not formally, it was more “let's play softball during gym class.”  But there was no one worse at sports than I–maybe because I refused to wear my glasses, which does create problems.  Always chosen last. And “PE” in those horrible horrible horrible snap up the front gymsuit things was, to use Hallie’s perfect word, torture.

I was a pretty good horseback rider, I have to say, back in the day. And I could actually ice skate pretty well, strangely. And I was in all the plays–that kind of team sport I could do.

LUCY BURDETTE: I regret that there weren’t sports for girls when I was growing up, but girls did dancing and cheerleading. Boys played the sports. In another world, our daughter Molly was a very talented athlete with a lot of options. She played soccer and lacrosse, and then lacrosse for UC Berkeley. Her kids are not as driven, which I think is a disappointment, or at least a puzzle. John and I had lots of fun watching Thea play soccer last time we visited. Her team won their first tournament, and as you can see in the photo, she was thrilled. 

DEBS: So cute! And that trophy is enormous!

JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: I straddled the Title IX era - it was passed when I was in grade school, but the tiny and always underfunded rural school I went to after we came back from Germany couldn’t support many teams. There was field hockey for girls, which I played with zest, and I was in the ski club, which started a life-long passion for alpine skiing. I skated a LOT, both in Germany, and in upstate NY, and when Mom married Dad and we moved to the Finger Lakes, I got my boating and sailing licenses. I still sail whenever and wherever I can.

Other than that… not so much, and I’ve had to be grudgingly driven to exercise for my health. Ross loved riding (his parents were both professional equestrians) and racket sports. We used to joke we had to-the-manor born tastes in sports and a living-in-the-hovel income.

DEBS: I'll bet there are a lot of younger women who don't realize that girls weren't offered the opportunity to play sports. We take things for granted so quickly.

What about you, dear readers, guys and girls? Did you grow up playing sports? Was being part of team important?

Read This, Not That: Travel Edition by Lucy Burdette

LUCY BURDETTE: This is a Traveling with Books question. John and I are going on a big trip in March involving a very long plane flight, long layovers, etc. I used to travel with a stack of books because I absolutely have to have something to read while I’m on the road. Plus obviously, vacation offers more time to read, depending on the type of vacation you’ve chosen. (This vacation will involve a lot of trudging, so we’ll see how much reading gets done.)

In the past, if I was going somewhere for a week-ish, I would pack 6 to 8 books so I wouldn’t run out. John was always horrified at the extra weight. Then e-books became popular, we acquired a Kindle, and I was persuaded to leave the hardcopies behind. Imagine my horror and despair when the brand new Kindle malfunctioned early in the trip so a quarter of each screen was absolutely unreadable. Even though we were in Hungary, we managed to find one bookstore that carried some English language books, but nothing I was dying to read. So I borrowed books from the other travelers on the trip as they finished what they’d brought--dependent on their book choices and reading speed. It was a nightmare! 

Now I try to combine the techniques – pick out a couple of paperbacks that are thick and and not too serious and utterly appealing so as to distract from the worst aspects of traveling, and hope the Kindle app on my iPad continues to function as well.

Questions of the day: Can you recommend a paperback book or two that meet my travel criteria: thick and compelling? (The photo is of some of the books I own that could possibly make the travel team. Do any of those strike your fancy?) How do you handle traveling and reading?