Moving + Writing = Behind

March 9, 2026March 7, 2026 ~ patyjag ~ Leave a comment

I am just about moved into our new-to-us home. One more week and I’ll have everything moved and will be settled into the smaller house. Downsizing is not easy! After 47 years, 4 kids, 12 grandkids, 2 great grandkids, I have boxes of photos that I’ve been going through. getting rid of duplicates and bad images from the days when you took the film in to be printed.

I have more furniture than this house can hold, but at the same time, I need to purchase furniture to fit in smaller spaces.

And don’t get me started downsizing from a walk-in closet to a 7 ft long closet in a 1952 older house. I see some remodeling going on in the bedroom down the road. Right now we are concentrating on making the kitchen and dining area larger.

Many of the things I’m doing to move relate to my writing.
Watching for duplicate words or words that aren’t strong enough.
making better word choices that fit the scene or the character even if the word had worked well before.
Shortening sentences to be more concise and not take up so much space in the story.
And expanding on the mystery and subplots to show the development of my characters and explore more reasons for the murder.

While I’m making the 4-hour drive back and forth from the old place to the new, I’ve summoned up several scenes and reasons for the actions of my characters in the work in progress.

But the words aren’t popping up on the computer screen because when I do finally have time to sit down at the computer, I have emails and promotions to tend to before my brain gives out.

In the last couple of days, I’ve thought about moving my deadline for this book out, but then it feels like I’m copping out. Instead, I’ll spend the rest of the month pushing to finish the book and know it will be published a bit later than I’d planned, but I managed to write it within my deadline.

That is the hardest part of writing for me. Not lambasting myself when I miss a deadline. When I put it out to the universe that something will happen or be finished, I don’t make excuses. I push and make it happen. It is my greatest strength as a writer. Self-discipline.

I can’t remember if I mentioned that Book 8 in the Spotted Pony Casino is now available in print and ebook.

When the past knocks on their door, the future they planned begins to unravel.

On the brink of their wedding, Dela Alvaro and Heath Seaver’s plans shatter when a ten-year-old boy appears, claiming to be Heath’s son. The truth is even darker: the boy’s mother—the woman Heath thought died years ago at Pine Ridge—was an FBI informant hidden under a new identity, left to raise his child alone before dying of addiction.

As Heath wrestles with awe for the son he never knew and fury at the FBI’s deception, the past turns deadly. When the agent who lied to him is found murdered in Pendleton, the FBI shows up on Dela’s doorstep, bringing danger straight to their home.

With their future on the line, Dela and Heath must confront a web of secrets before it destroys the family they’re just beginning to build.

Universal book link: https://books2read.com/u/3LzAxJ

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You can also now purchase Merry Merry Merry Murder in audiobook format.

Where comfort and cheer meet scandalous secrets—A holiday mystery set in a small town.

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In my next post, I’ll be talking about my 20th anniversary as a published author.

Stealing the identity of a real-life friend

March 4, 2026 ~ Nancy Lynn Jarvis ~ 5 Comments

I probably should connect more with Regan McHenry, the realtor-protagonist in my first series, Regan McHenry Real Estate Mysteries because Regan started out as me. But “Nancy” only made it until she found a body. I was so disturbed by that event that I had to put some distance between me and make believe. So, the truth is, I connect much more with downsized-out-of-her-Santa-Cruz-County-Law- Librarian position and newly minted private investigator, Pat Pirard.

It’s not unusual for my characters to start out as people I know. Starting with real people works well for me until I want a character to do something my real person wouldn’t do. Often, they refuse to do what the story demands quite forcefully. Rather than argue with my characters, I have learned the best way to handle the situation is to change their name so they will become more mailable and bend to my will, although sometimes not without an argument.

There are only two exceptions in my name changing strategy. The first is Dave in the Regan McHenry Real Estate Mysteries. The other character who has always retained her real name is Pat.

The real Pat is one of the most interesting people I know. She’s inquisitive, daring, friendly, resourceful, and curious, traits she retains in the books. it’s fun to take some of her idiosyncrasies and incorporate them into my written protagonist. The real Pat giggles. In my books I say she sometimes giggles; the real Pat insists she never does. Both Pats, real and written, are incredible markswomen who always carry a 357 Magnum revolver with them, the real Pat in her purse, my Pat in the leopard briefcase she sports. Both Pats love bold jewelry and wear it liberally.

In the past, both Pats were the Santa Cruz County Law Librarian. The real Pat retired from that role and was happy to devote more time to the side hustle she had: being a PI. My Pat was downsized out of her job on her thirty-fifth birthday and had to become an unlicensed private investigator, not so much because she loved being a PI, but out of necessity to pay the bills.

The real Pat is confident about who she is and what she wants. Pat Pirard started out unsure about how to be a PI, struggled with deciding about a romantic relationship, and wondered if she could solve a case and get a paycheck before she and her pets, Dot, her Dalmatian, and her ginger tabby cat, Lord Peter Wimsey, got evicted because of non-payment of rent.

In the series, time moves realistically with Pat getting her next assignment at the end of each book or immediately after the previous book ends. What Lucy Heard is my Pat’s sixth job and begins with her taking on a jury selection assignment, a role the real Pat has done but says was so stressful she will never do it again. My Pat, who has no experience with jury selection, reluctantly agrees to give it a try even though she isn’t looking forward to working with the famed attorney who has made her feel manipulated when she worked for him in the past. With each of Pat’s cases she’s been gaining experience and confidence and has learned to trust her instincts, but in this book, it feels like she’s starting over and will have to build belief in her abilities from scratch.

She accepts the challenge, though, and does a credible job with jury selection, happy to help because she believes the accused man’s bizarre story about how his fingerprints wound up on the murder weapon and why he was at the murder scene. The problem is that Pat sits in the courtroom and hears all the witness testimony which contradicts what the accused man told her. Self-doubt swamps her and she becomes concerned she’s helping a guilty man get away with murder.

She decides the only way she’ll be able to sleep at night is to solve the murder, something the police feel they’ve already done. After investigating and looking at things differently, she thinks she’s finally figured out what really happened. Unfortunately, her solution to the murder seems as far-fetched as the story the accused man told. How Pat tries to prove her thesis makes for some silliness and a few story kinks.

Thank goodness the real Pat approves of how my Pat solved the murder so I’m free to keep using her as a character and delighted to continue to bring a friend to the pages of mysteries.

Mama Bird

March 2, 2026February 23, 2026 ~ Janet Dawson ~ 7 Comments

I have hummingbird feeders on my patio, hanging from the bottom of the balcony above. They are made of red glass and have a wire rim at the bottom, so the birds can perch while feeding. I also have hummingbird-friendly plants in my garden and frequently see hummingbirds feeding on the blossoms outside.

These are Anna’s hummingbirds, common in the Bay Area, native to western coastal regions. They are tiny birds, with an iridescent bronze-green back, pale gray chest and belly, and green flanks. The bills are long, straight and slender. The male is the most colorful, with a crimson head and a flashy gorget, which is the patch of colorful feathers at the throat or upper breast. The female hummingbird also has a gorget, though not as bright.

Several weeks ago, I glanced at one of the feeders and noticed something new on the wire rim. Upon closer examination, I discovered it was a nest. Hummingbird nests are shaped like cups and in this case, about the size of a walnut. I was delighted to see this addition to the feeder, hanging just a few feet from my patio door.

Mama Bird wasn’t done building the nest. I watched her swoop around the edges of the balcony and the nearby downspout and realized that she was gathering spider silk. She would add that to the nest, along with wispy bits of plant fluff. The outside of the nest appears to have a coating of lichen. I haven’t examined it too closely, since I don’t want to frighten Mama Bird from her nest. I’m careful when I go out on my patio. She often flies away but she will sometimes stay on the nest when I step outside. Maybe she has decided I’m not a threat, though I imagine she’s giving me a wary look with those tiny eyes.

Hummingbirds typically lay a clutch of two eggs, about the size of small jelly beans. According to what I’ve read on the Internet, the eggs incubate for 21 days before they hatch. At first I noticed that Mama Bird had switched to feeding behavior, poking downward with her long slim bill. Then a few days ago I caught a glimpse of a baby, then two. Mama swoops in and out, seeking food for herself and her babies. She returns to the nest to pump partially digested food into the mouths of those two hungry chicks, naked without feathers, their little beaks turned upward. Then she settles into the nest on top of them, to keep them warm.

My research tells me it’s about three weeks from hatching to fledging, with the chicks growing feathers, getting big, then ready to leave the nest and fly. I hope both little babies make it. Mama is certainly doing her best, focused on her task.

I think of Mama Bird and I think of the three Ps—patience, persistence and perseverance. We’ve had some cold rainy weather lately, also wind. Yet she’s there, day and night, in all kinds of weather, sitting on that nest in between forays for food.

Patience, persistence and perseverance are watchwords for writers, too. We have an idea for a book or a story and we build our nest using plot, characters and setting, working on the project until it hatches, feeding it until it fledges and we can send it out into the world.

It may certainly take longer than it takes for Mama Bird and her chicks. Years, even. But we keep at it.

Remember what Emily Dickinson wrote.

Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul.

Three Judges, No Consensus

February 28, 2026 ~ susanoleksiw ~ 2 Comments

From January to the end of March, New England writers can submit stories for the annual Crime Spell Books anthology. We get a variety of stories from a diverse groups of writers, and often a new writer’s first story. Although each of the editors probably has a private set of expectations and standards, I know I’m going to be surprised more than once. I learned that lesson years ago.

In the 1990s I was invited to judge a short story contest sponsored by a local newspaper. I was one of three local writers who would judge the stories submitted to the editor of the arts and culture insert magazine.

We were a dutiful trio, reading each story more than once, taking notes and evaluating each one according to whatever we considered the appropriate set of criteria. We knew of each other but didn’t know each other personally, though we all knew the editor. At the end of our period of private deliberations, we gathered an hour before the luncheon, where we’d announce the winners, who would be awarded certificates. This is where the surprise came in.

Each of us came with a different story that we ranked as number one. As I look back I’m amused by our passion for our chosen piece of fiction. We couldn’t understand how the other two hadn’t seen the perfection, the style and wit and wisdom in our perfect piece of prose. Of course we discussed our choices at length, certain we could persuade the other two because weren’t we all rational, professional writers?

One writer chose a story because it was a quiet meditation with a gorgeous nearly perfect sentence right in the middle. And it was a lovely arrangement of words expressing a gentle wisdom, but what about the rest of the work? The next judge picked a story that dawdled until the punchline, which I had to admit was effective. But neither judge had picked the story I chose, which to this day I’m convinced was the only true story—with a beginning, a middle, and an end, describing an experience that left the characters changed and the reader nodding in recognition and satisfaction. I’ll admit that the other two judges probably felt as strongly as I did and still do. How did we resolve this dilemma? We didn’t.

The newspaper was on a schedule. The program had to begin, but the editor was ready for us. Another writer gave a talk, the editor congratulated all the writers who had submitted stories, and then she announced that three stories had taken first place. Each judge got to present “their” choice, to the delight of three writers (and their families) in the audience.

I learned later that this is what happens every year. Three judges and three stories. We just can’t seem to agree on what makes something work, something worth reading a second time, something to share with friends and talk about in classes. The editor doesn’t try to persuade the guest judges to reach consensus. Wise move. Instead everyone learned the lesson of the world of publishing. Tastes will range, but every writer is encouraged to follow their own path, and every reader will find a work that resonates with them.

Lessons Learned from Scoring Student Writing

February 26, 2026February 22, 2026 ~ dzchurch ~ 4 Comments

Once upon a time, I was responsible for the hand-scoring of student writing on statewide exams. Which meant ensuring that each student’s writing sample was scored against a criteria set by the state. Here’s what I learned.

Lesson 1

“What is happiness, and how can it be achieved?” Sounds like the perfect writing prompt, doesn’t it? Imagine thousands of students waxing poetic. But what if one of those students is too smart for his own good?

I present to you his response in its entirety, having remembered it across the years: Happiness is a sunny day. Happiness is a shade tree. Happiness is a girl. Happiness can be achieved on a sunny day, under a shade tree with a girl.

The first reader gave it a 1, the lowest possible score, because she thought it was smart-alecky. The second reader gave it a 4, the highest score. The third reader, required when scores needed adjudication, broke into laughter. It was a 4. The student met the prompt’s requirements and did so cleverly. But was the response what was anticipated? No. I’ve always thought it was better, surprising and breezy.

Lesson: No matter the theme of a book, or how well it’s written, readers apply a scale based on their own expectations. That means, some like reader 1, expecting a cozy, for instance, will gasp if a book isn’t cozy enough, let’s say sex happens with the bedroom door open. And some, like reader 2, will be captivated if the same scene is done well and is delightful. Depending on their reaction, they’ll either read your next book or not. If I could train all readers (reviewers) on any scale where one is low, I would urge them to consider that very, very few published writers, due to the process itself, deserve a score of 1, which, in a holistic assessment, translates to disgustingly poorly written. Abysmal comes to mind.

Lesson 2

To accommodate a religious group, a state changed its writing prompt from “What would you do without TV for a year?” to “What would you do without friends for a year?” An available alternate prompt asked, “What was the most important invention of the last hundred years, and why?”

In response to the first prompt, “no TV or no friends,” many students wrote that if they had to spend a year without friends, they would go to the hayloft to watch TV. Sort of like the organ in the attic in “Friendly Persuasion,” though a different sect.

On the other hand, readers mocked responses to the second prompt when rural students chose electricity because the toilet wouldn’t flush without it. The choice made no sense to city readers, whose toilets flushed no matter.

Lesson: Readers do not share a common background. They may not know that those on well water need electricity to flush the toilet. Some may be aghast, rather than charmed, to discover the subterfuge of watching TV in the barn, when a religion forbids TV. Which means don’t assume what your readers know. Show, right?

Lesson 3

During training, readers often noted that many students struggled with their responses, knowing their writing would be scored by strangers.

Lesson: I suspect we have all stalled or stopped writing a book, not because it wasn’t working, but because of fear. Especially when we step outside our zone – writing a first standalone rather than the next book in a series, writing historical fiction rather than a detective or procedural, and … (fill in the blanks). If you believe in your story, finish it. Who knows? It might be a super 4 and blast you into a new market of adoring fans. You’ll never know if you don’t try, just as hundreds of thousands of students didn’t.

Lesson 4

Developing writing prompts? Good luck to authors who spend weeks crafting a prompt for an AI engine that will then write their book. They will soon discover the product requires weeks of editing (or rewriting) to ensure the book’s quality, preserve their voice and vision for their characters, and meet their readers’ expectations, etc., or so my experience with the vagaries of prompt writing tells me. No matter how well sculpted the prompt, there will always be surprises.

And, so, remember, happiness can be achieved on a sunny day, under a shade tree with a: