Right now I'm focused on launching CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR... never mind that the pub date is months away (August, 2019).
It's exciting, but it's also nerve wracking. I've finished the final-final edits. Advance readers copies (aka ARCs) have gone out. And in the pool of silence that follows, insecurity breeds. It all feels very unreal until a box of advance readers' copies arrives. And here they are!!
To celebrate, today I'll be giving away an ARC to a lucky commenter...
So back to what I'm writing. Last month I finished polishing an essay for an anthology (spring,
2020) entitled Private Investigations: Mystery Writers on the
Secrets, Riddles, and Wonders in Their Live. Our challenge from anthology editor, Victoria Zackheim, was to write
about something mysterious
that really happened.
This turned out to be harder than I expected. I’ve not had a
very mysterious life. No unsolved murders. Or thefts. Or even things that went
bump in the night. Growing up with alcoholic parents
had its share of drama and
trauma, but none of it was mysterious. In college I had a roommate who wanted
to kill me, but it never came to that.
But I did have a friend whose brother was murdered. There
was no mystery about who did it. The killer was arrested and tried and found
guilty. Decades later, he’s still in jail. What was mysterious was what happened to my friend in the aftermath of
her brother’s murder. She had experiences for which there is no easy
explanation. (I call the essay "Ghosted.") If I didn’t know her as well as I do, I’d have written them off as
hallucinations and delusions. So I wrote an essay about that, and my own struggle to
understand what it was all about.
My first attempt at writing a novel was based on that
friend’s experiences in the aftermath of her brother’s murder. I called it EXIT
WOUND. Excavating through saved files, I found transcripts of long
conversations I had with my friend after the murder, as well as the manuscript of a novel that I tried to write about it. Looking at it with fresh eyes, I realize it’s
not as bad as I thought it was. I also understand why it wasn’t snapped up by
an agent.
Here’s an excerpt from the day of the murder, a morning when
my friend had stayed home from work to take her son Josh to see the doctor. She
got an emergency call to come into the office of the family business to deal
with what she thought was a car accident in the parking lot.
I drag Josh out of
the house and we race to the office. The first thing I notice is that there are
a lot of flashing lights—more than I expected. I thought I’d be going in the
ambulance with someone, so I expected to see an ambulance. But I didn’t expect
to see so many police cruisers. Then I see a newspaper reporter who I know. A
newspaper reporter at a parking lot car accident? This makes no sense.
I walk over to Bill
who works with us and ask, “What happened? What kind of an accident?”
He says, “There’s
been a shooting.”
Then I know
immediately it’s something terrible.
He says to me,
“David has been shot.”
I ask, “Is he
okay?”
He answers, “David
is dead.”
This is the part I
don’t remember. Afterwards they tell me that I hit him, smashed my fists
against his body, screamed and yelled. My pocketbook went flying.
This huge cop comes
over to me. When there are murders, they have special cops to deal with people.
This guy is big, well over six feet. I start banging him on the chest, too,
craning my neck to look at him and saying, “Tell me that this isn’t true. Tell
me that this is some stupid joke.
He puts his hands
on my shoulders and presses down. “Sorry. I’m sorry.”
I keep banging and
banging him. All this time, Josh is still sitting in my car just watching. He
gets out and walks over to where I’ve thrown my purse and picks it up. He hugs
it to his chest. Then he waits.
I never sold that book. The writing is, as you can tell, not fully developed. But in the process of flailing, I discovered that drama and
suspense are my sweet spots. I learned that murder, even a fictional one
in a murder mystery, should never
be reduced to a plot point.
I also learned that when it comes to my writing, I should never throw anything away. What I wrote
twenty-five years ago doesn’t smell nearly as bad as I thought it did when I
wrote it, and it still has the power to inspire me.
Have there been any real mysteries in your life, or even riddles and wonders that you're still pondering?
COMING, spring 2020 from Seal/Hachette " Private Investigations: Mystery Writers
on the Secrets, Riddles, and Wonders in Their Live," personal
essays written by top mystery writers.
EDITOR: Victoria Zackheim
CONTRIBUTING AUTHORS: Tasha Alexender, Cara Black,
Rhys Bowen, Lynn Cahoon, Steph Cha, Jeffrey Deaver, Carole Nelson Douglas,
Robert Dugoni, Hallie Ephron, Connie May Fowler, Sulari Gentill, Rachel Howzell
Hall, Ausma Khan, William Kent Kreuger, Caroline Leavitt, Kristen Lepionka,
Martin Limón, Anne Perry, Charles Todd, and Jacqueline Winspear.