Showing posts with label Betty Webb. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Betty Webb. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

BRAIN-storming with Betty Webb


HALLIE EPHRON: Meet Betty Webb. She writes delightful cozy mystery series. She’s been a folk singer, go-go-dancer, horse farmer, and along the way founded a literary magazine. She also worked in a zoo, so it was natural for her to write a series set in a zoo. Her protagonist is a zookeeper who's married to the local sheriff. Betty's sixth cozy Gunn Zoo mystery, THE PANDA OF DEATH, features a rare red panda. (Scroll down for the fantastic cover! Red pandas are cutey-pies.) What aa unique idea!

Are ideas like that a bolt from the blue? Betty's take on that surprised me.

BETTY WEBB: At some point during a book tour, every writer I know gets asked the same question: “Where do you get your ideas?”
       
Depending on the writer, the answers can be flippant, such as “I buy them at Walmart,” or more serious (and perhaps even truthful), “I just write about my horrific childhood,” or more hesitant: “Well, it kind of depends on which of my 35 books you’re asking about.”
      
The truth is, most of us writers don’t really know where our ideas come from. Sometimes we do, sure, but not always, and it’s the not always part which baffles even scientists. The only thing anyone knows for sure is that creativity begins in the brain.
      
So let’s talk brain scans.
      
In the past few years, researchers at Harvard and Yale have used MRIs to determine what parts of the brain are active, and when. An article in Psychology Today, written by Grant Hilary Brenner, MD, FAPA, and referenced by web content writer Hillary Grigonis, describes the brain as having three different networks. “A default network is the brain’s inactive mode; the executive network is the decision and emotion center, and the salience network determines what things you will always notice and what things you don’t,” Brenner explains.
       
Brenner posits the idea that creativity happens when all three networks decide to work together. Oddly enough, a study at the University of Central Lancaster found that this happens most commonly when a person is bored. Another strange study -- this one by University of Minnesota researchers Kathleen D. Vohs, Joseph P. Redden, and Ryan Rahinel – suggests that messy workspaces tend to increase creativity. In other words, the brain bigwigs believe that if we are bored and surrounded by a mess, our brains are much more likely to light up with an “Eureka!” moment.
       
When I first read about those studies, I thought they were hogwash, merely the ramblings of over-educated scientists who’d been locked up in their laboratories too long. But amidst my scoffing, I remembered something that once happened to me while my husband and I were unloading groceries from his car.
       
The big Isuzu SUV was a mess, littered with papers, camera tripods, gym clothes, and fast food wrappers (same as my car). I’m not in the least domestic, and I’d found the trip to Trader Joe’s excruciatingly boring, and the prospect of putting all those groceries away, looked even more boring. As we carried our haul across the rear patio towards the kitchen door, my husband, who is domestic, was saying something about cheese…
       
When suddenly, my brain caught fire.
       
Yep, caught fire. That’s the most accurate way I can explain it. My brain seemed to be aflame with a fire-fueled light, something akin to being struck in the head by lightning. For a moment, I was paralyzed, and almost dropped the big bag of groceries I was carrying. As the sensation of fire and light increased, my knees began to shake. I must have made some sort of noise, because my husband yelled, “What’s wrong?”
       
“Uhn!” was all I could respond.
      
I remember wondering if I was having a stroke. Why else would a veritable slide-show of a European city (one in which I’d never lived) be flashing through my internal “eye,” street after street, café by café? Then came the sounds: cars honking, horses neighing, people talking in a language I’d never spoken but recognized. And then came the smells: turpentine, flowers, freshly baked bread…
      
When my husband took the groceries from me, I staggered to a chaise lounge and collapsed into it.
      
“I’m calling 9-1-1?” he said, setting his own groceries on the ground.
       
Finally finding my voice, I snatching at his arm and stammered, “No! I… I think I’m getting an idea!”
      
That was two years ago. I am now on the third draft of that fire-lit “idea,” fiddling around with a few edits to page 321.
       
So there’s my personal experience with the lit-up, three-part-brain, explanation for creativity. For some artists, the experience is different. Yesterday, while I was listening to an old (1988) CD by Tom Scott and the Waterboys, I came across “Brakeman’s Blues,” in which Scott sings about wanting to be a fisherman or a train brakeman. Towards the end of that hair-raising song (you have to hear it to know what I’m talking about), he sings that one day, “I will be that fisherman! I will be that brakeman! With light in my head, and you in my arms! Woo hoo!”
      
Woo hoo, indeed. 

HALLIE: Has an idea ever come to you like this, a bolt from the blue? Does an UNTIDY work space inspire you??   
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Betty Webb’s newest book is “The Panda of Death,” and she is currently working on “Lost   in Paris.” Before beginning to write mysteries, she was a journalist, interviewing everyone from U.S. presidents, astronauts who walked on the moon, Nobel Prize-winners, and polygamy runaways. A nationally-syndicated literary critic for 30 years, she is a member of the National Federation of Press Women, Mystery Writers of America, and Sisters in Crime.

Sunday, March 3, 2019

WHO'S IN CHARGE HERE?




HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Whatever happened to Charlotte McNally? Where’s Jane Ryland these days? I say—the characters in my series are off having wonderful eventful lives while I write my standalones. And eventually we’ll find out about that.

But did they leave the nest? Or did I? The iconic and fabulous Betty Webb’s been thinking about that--since she’s just experienced a singularly pivotal moment in the writer’s life.


BETTY WEBB:  Ever hear of Empty Nest Syndrome? If you’re a parent of grown kids, you have probably experienced it yourself. One day your children go off to lead their own lives and you find yourself missing their smelly bedrooms, their snarky comments, and the sea of fast food wrappers surrounding them.

Have you ever wondered what writers go through when their protagonists leave the nest? As the mother of two wonderful young men who left home years ago to create their own families, I can tell you that missing your fictional children is eerily similar to missing the real ones. I’ve been sniffling around the house ever since Lena Jones, the Scottsdale, Arizona PI who has lived with me since 2000, finally left home in “Desert Redemption.”

BETTY in Lena Land
Lena and had I covered a lot of ground together. We snuck into northern Arizona polygamy compounds in “Desert Wives” and “Desert Lost,” poked through an A-bomb testing site in “Desert Wind,” and paced the perimeter of a state prison complex in “Desert Rage.”

But now Lena’s ridden off into the sunset on her Appaloosa mare.

I was whining about this the other day while having lunch with a friend. Not being a writer, she didn’t understand.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Betty,” she snapped. “Lena’s not real.”

“To me she is.”

“Off your meds again, are you?”

Well, you see what I mean. Lena would never talk to me that way. Granted, my girl was prone to getting into fistfights, and sometimes even shoot-outs, but she was always sweet as molasses with me. She was respectful, where my flesh-and-blood children were defiant and unpredictable, especially during those interminably long teenage years when they didn’t agree with a word I said. That is, if I was fortunate enough to have them talk to me at all.

Thus, Lena was – is? -- the only person in my life I felt I could control. Tell her to saddle up her horse for a ride across the Rez, and she’d do it. Tell her to investigate that funky-smelling garbage bin, she’d hurry right over. Why, I could tell Lena to do any crazy thing – sky dive, climb a mountain, insult a politician – and she’d do it with gusto.

My flesh-and-blood children?

Oh, ha.

But now that I’ve written my complaint down in black and white (or whatever color this blog will be printed in), I’ve discovered something interesting. When I look back along the years Lena and I spent together, I can recall incidents where she didn’t obey.  Yet I seem to remember feeling especially close to her during those occasions, like the time I told her not to investigate that cult, or the time I told her to stay away from that abandoned building, and like all those times I told her to break up with that two-timing cowboy.

Arguably, Lena was more like my defiant sons than I’d realized. Did I write her that way on purpose? Or did it just “happen”? 

I’d like to hear your thoughts on the subject.

How have you handled empty nesta in your life?

If you’re a writer, do you feel closer to your characters when they’re following orders, or when they’re defying you?

 If you’re not a writer, what do you think about this whole writer-versus-character “control” issue?

Or--which do you most enjoy most -- the good girls or the rebels?

HANK: Since 2000! WOW. Standing ovation to you both. 

As to your question--tough one! Certainly I’ve seen my characters come to life, and say things I’m surprised about. My newest heroine, Ellie Berenson (so far, it could change) definitely has said some things that surprised me. (hurray.) And every time I try to write a good girl, it’s a complete failure. 

How about you, Reds and readers?
Ed. Note: Yes, yes, I'm behind! Winners from this week to come asap!
 


ABOUT BETTY WEBB
For 20 years Betty worked as a journalist, interviewing everyone from U.S. presidents, astronauts who walked on the moon, and polygamy runaways. A nationally-syndicated literary critic for more than 30 years, she currently reviews for Mystery Scene Magazine. She is the author of 10 Lena Jones books and 5 Gunn Zoo mysteries.
You can find Betty at www.bettywebb-mystery.com



PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Desert Redemption: A Lena Jones Mystery
Betty Webb. Poisoned Pen, $26.95 (328p) ISBN 978-1-4642-1095-2
In Jones’s electrifying 10th and final Lena Jones mystery (after 2017’s Desert Vengeance), Scottsdale, Ariz., PI Lena is approached by Harold Slow Horse, one of Arizona’s leading artists, who insists that she investigate the Kanati Spiritual Center, a compound promoting a mishmash of Native American symbolism and philosophy, where his flighty ex-wife, Chelsea, has taken up residence. Lena reluctantly agrees, and discovers that Chelsea is thriving on the fresh air, sunshine, and gourmet cuisine on offer at the center. When the body of a woman with a possible link to the center turns up in the desert, Lena begins to think that there is "something more horrific than religious plagiarism going on at Kanati." Lena gets on a trail that leads her at long last to answers about her troubled past: "I was an orphan… I’d been found comatose on a Phoenix street at the age of four with a bullet in my head. No one came forward to claim me." The resolution will satisfy series fans, though they’ll be sad to see the last of Lena. (Mar.)