JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Henrey Press is getting reputation as the go-to small press for well-written mysteries of a certain bent: stories that blend crime with romance, women's fiction, humor, chick-lit - it's hard to define, exactly, but you know a Henery Press author when you read one. (Our own Hank edited their nonfiction WRITES OF PASSAGE last year.) So I was delighted when editor Kendal Lynn (virtually) introduced me to today's guest blogger, Nancy Cole Silverman.
Nancy began her working life as an on-air TV reporter, but switched, when she moved to LA, to the business side of media. She climbed the ranks as a sales executive, and later became one of only two female General Managers in the second largest radio market in America. But, like many of us, she had this urge to write...
Founding The Equestrian News got her started, as she went back and forth between articles and fiction. She experimented with self-publishing short fiction and - this is different - audio fiction. She debuted her series about Carol Childs, a reporter for a Los Angeles talk radio station, with SHADOW OF A DOUBT, and its sequel, BEYOND A DOUBT, will be out this July.
I’ve
just returned from the California Crime Writers Conference, spilling
over with ideas and motivation. It’s a welcome relief to find a
community of twisted minds that appreciate a good murder and don’t
mind sitting around dishing the details, no matter how morbid. I
mean, how often can a writer ask questions like, exactly how one
would go about hooking up an exhaust hose to the tailpipe of car or
what type of poison could someone mix into a cocktail without
affecting the taste or color? Conversations like these, in the lobby
of any other hotel, would have strangers retreating across the room
and alerting security. Happily none of this happened. Although one
writer, who shall remain anonymous, did confess to me over drinks –
writers do spend their fair share of time at the bar – that she had
been practicing with a set of lock-picking tools on the doors of her
hotel room.
“And
they worked!” She sounded delighted. Like a kid at Christmas who’d
gotten a new toy. She reached into her pocket and produced two small
hairpin sized items that fit neatly into the palm of her hand.
“Aren’t
those illegal?” I looked over my shoulder. I was pretty certain
they were. Suddenly the needle on my crime writer’s curiosity meter
was in the red zone.
“Yes,
but if you know someone, illegal is really more a matter of
semantics.” She smiled sardonically, took a sip of her wine then
slipped her illicit tools back into her bag.
I
didn’t pursue the conversation. My vision of my friend, crouched
down outside the doorway of her hotel room door, jimmying the lock,
was more than enough information for me to process at the moment.
Beside, as we say in Hollywood, a bigger name – in this case, a
bigger curiosity – had just sat down on the barstool next me.
The
Bug Man.
He
was probably the only person in the room I feared. A forensic
entomologist, a conference guest whose stories and pictures I found
more terrifying than any I could imagine. Bugs and creepy crawlies
that could carry away twenty to thirty percent of a dead body before
the coroner even arrived.
I
leaned closer to my lock-picking friend and asked him, “Are you
enjoying yourself?”
“Like
an ant to a corpse on a hot desert day. Cheers.”
As
a former journalist, I feel obligated to say, the above is loosely
based on events that may or may not have happened at CCWC. But they
happened in my mind, which may explain why I feel a certain comradely
with my crime writing buddies. They get me. And I get them. Perhaps
it’s because of the bizarre interests we share, the secrets we harbor
for one another, or maybe because I’ve been bitten by some strange
crime-writing bug the bug-man let loose in his seminar. But I’m
oddly fulfilled after spending time with other writers. My head is
clearer. My goals more defined.
Anne
Perry, one of our Keynote speakers, said writers get to do it all.
Create the crime and carry it out – on paper anyway. And one of
the best things about writing a mystery it is that it could be
anywhere, any time in history or any type of crime. She admits to
several chilling untimely ends for some of the characters in her
books, including boiling them in oil. For crime writers it doesn’t
get much better than that.
But
what I liked most, and what I took away from the conference, was that
we, as writers, not only get to tell stories, make up fantastic tales
and memorable characters. We get to share what goes on in the heads
of our characters and in doing so an opportunity to burrow into the
minds of our readers. Good writing makes
us think. Our characters make us feel and sometimes, if we’re
lucky, when a reader finishes a book, we may have helped to open
their eyes to seeing the world differently or a least a part of it
they may not have known. It’s a
creative challenge and a responsibility I find not only chilling but
rewarding. It makes me excited about being a writer.
In
my new book Beyond
A Doubt,
Carol Childs uncovers a sex-trafficking ring when she is called to
the scene of a body dump. For many, prostitution is a
line-in-the-sand, a legitimate business or a crime that should be
prosecuted to the full extent of the law. Carol’s caught in the
middle. Girls are disappearing. The white knight who offers shelter
for girls able to escape is a former sex industry worker, and the
city’s sterling police commissioner less honorable than his public
persona.
Is
this a cozy?
Readers
can relax. Explicit sex and violence are off the page. Instead, in
true Carol style, ingenuity, smarts, a microphone and a little bit of
humor carry her through an investigation.
I’ve
long believed the story chooses the writer. Not the other way
around. Several years ago helicopters circled an area above my home
in the Hollywood Hills. The body of a young girl, no more than
twenty-something, had been dumped in the canyon. She was a model who
had gone to do a shoot with a photographer she didn’t know. I never
forgot it. The story stuck with me, and as I sat down to write BeyondA Doubt,
my research led to a number of other missing young girls. Most
fortunately don’t end in a body dump, but many of the missing, are
similar. They’re young girls in search of the glitz and glamor of
Hollywood.
It
was a story I had to write. Girls in search of a career and
ironically, like Carol, a reporter struggling to prove her worth,
faced with choices and challenges that don’t always end well.
My
goal wasn’t to write about the sex trade. I didn’t set out to
convince my readers one way or another about prostitution. My goal
was simply to advance Carol as an investigator and what came out of
it, was the importance of the choices women make.
While
many readers may get caught up in with the who-done-it of my
mysteries, I have found the subplots equally as complex. The choices
women make: their jobs, their families and their relationships with
each other, both in the work place and outside, are infinitely as
compelling. Since I first stepped foot in the workplace leaning-in
and taking jobs that few women, if any before me ever had, I've been
conscious of our role.
Perhaps
one of the most rewarding parts of my job as a writer is to channel
Carol's balancing act at work, at home and romantically. Like Anne
Perry said, getting the reader to see something of life they might
not have seen before and understanding the choices people make with a
new perspective.
Nancy is offering one lucky commentor a signed copy of her upcoming book, BEYOND ADOUBT!
When reporter Carol
Childs is called to the scene of a body dump she has no idea she’s
about to uncover a connection to a string of missing girls: young women drawn to Hollywood via an
internet promise of stardom. A
judge’s daughter and a trip down Hollywood
Boulevard’s Walk of Fame lead Carol to a high powered
real estate mogul and a human
trafficking cartel.
Old
Hollywood has its secrets, and when Carol gets too close, she finds
her career threatened and herself a target who, like the girls she’s seeking, may disappear without a trace...
HALLIE EPHRON: Last weekend I had the great pleasure of being guest of
honor (along with William Kent Krueger) at the California Crime Writers
Conference. Culver City where planes are landing at LAX just outside your window.
What a conference! Two hundred and fifty authors, editors, agents,
publicists, rubbing shoulders and sharing tips. They pull it off magnificently every other year. All overseen by an incredible board headed by the indomitable and uber-competent Rochelle Staab. From one control freak to another, I tip my hat.
Saturday and Sunday were packed
with outstanding writing, marketing, and forensics panels and there was a crime
scene room with an FBI expert. I came away determined to create my own podcasts (thanks Laura Brennan – dialing into
DestinationMystery to hear some), and a new appreciation of swag (Thanks, Ellen Byron, Cajun Country Mysteries).
relic of the 60s.
I could have hung out here with my high school friends, drinking coffee and,
yes, smoking cigarettes. And the hash browns with my eggs were the kind I grew
up with, shredded and crisp. Yum. 
relic of the 60s.
I could have hung out here with my high school friends, drinking coffee and,
yes, smoking cigarettes. And the hash browns with my eggs were the kind I grew
up with, shredded and crisp. Yum. 
