Series- Keeping it Interesting by Paty Jager

paty shadow (1)I don’t know how you feel about reading mystery series but I love reading and writing them. Following a character on their journey through life, murders, and mayhem is fun. They have personal triumphs and failures, that the reader who has become a part of that character’s world can cheer and cry over.

Some of my favorite characters and series to read over the years have been Mrs. Polifax by Dorothy Gilman, Tony Hillerman’s Navajo Mysteries with Joe Leaphorn,  Leighann Dobbs, Blackmore Sisters, Marilyn Meredith’s Tempe Crabtree and J.L. Simpsons’s Daisy Dunlop. I enjoy meeting back up with them in each book and seeing what mayhem they get into.

I like writing series because I can continue relationships, make new relationship, and have a cast of characters I know and can take on adventures. Whether they are the main characters, Shandra Higheagle and Ryan Greer of if they are the quirky, endearing, and annoying secondary characters, like Crazy Lil, Sheba the dog, Ryan’s nosy family,  or the cast of characters who live in Huckleberry.

The murdered person and the murder suspects are usually new characters, which means I have to discover all I can about them before I start writing the books. But that is one of the best parts about a mystery, discovering how to make characters connect and have motives for the murder that happened.

I’ve never thought of myself as analytical or a puzzle solver but I love piecing the story together to have my sleuths think it’s one person only to discover it could be someone else. Keeping my sleuths guessing, I hope also keeps  the readers guessing.

I just released the fourth book on my Shandra Higheagle mystery series- Murderous Secrets. This book has Shandra delving into her father’s death. She’d always been told it was a rodeo accident, but as her grandmother continues to come to her in dreams, she begins to feel it wasn’t an accident and searches for the truth.

A bonus about this book, the timing couldn’t have been better, because it happens in December and ends on Christmas Eve.

Murderous SecretsMurderous Secrets

Jealousy…Deception…Murder

The accident that took her father’s life has always haunted Shandra Higheagle. When her dreams become too real, she knows it’s time to discover the truth. It doesn’t take long to suspect her father had been murdered and that someone is unhappy with her probing.

Detective Ryan Greer knows Shandra well enough to insist he be kept informed of her investigation into the decades old death of her father. When signs implicate her mother, he can’t withhold the information, even though he realizes it could complicate their relationship.

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Award-winning author Paty Jager and her husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. On her road to publication she wrote freelance articles for two local newspapers and enjoyed her job with the County Extension service as a 4-H Program Assistant. Raising hay and cattle, riding horses, and battling rattlesnakes, she not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.

All her work has Western or Native American elements in them along with hints of humor and engaging characters. Her penchant for research takes her on side trips that eventually turn into yet another story.

You can learn more about Paty at

her blog; Writing into the Sunset

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Who Said You Could Wear a Dress?

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By JL Simpson

I made it this month. Due to the hectic pace of life, family crisis and dumb stupidity I missed posting in September. I hope you didn’t miss me, actually you probably never even noticed. However, whilst I have forgotten to post on here I have been busy writing.

Even though people buy and read my books I do feel like a fraud some days. In my head a writer bangs away on a typewriter with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of their mouth, a glass of whiskey close at hand. Even worse, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, (clue ha ha, no pun intended).

Some writers plot. They have weird charts, spreadsheets, cards and all manner of paraphernalia. I just have a blank screen. I’ve tried to plot. I’ve tried to work out how many words the book is going to be, how many chapters, what the gist of each chapter is, whose point of view it’s in, what the hook is at the end. It’s a great idea, but it doesn’t work for me.

For me writing a book is a lot like childbirth. Yes, lots of screaming, sweating, swearing at my husband (just kidding). Every word is hard earned. No matter how much you practice your breathing, and think  you know what is coming, labor is like nothing you could imagine. Everything you thought you knew goes out the window. Writing is like that for me.  Even when I have a plan or a plot my characters just do what they choose. I start a chapter thinking one thing is going to happen and then Solomon or Daisy will do or say something that takes the story off on a tangent. Today I was thinking I knew all there was to know about my grumpy Irish PI hero and then another character mentions that he once went undercover as a woman. Now Daisy is plotting how to put this knowledge about the Irish git to good use.

Not only is writing unexpected but it’s also surprising. If you’re going to slug it out for hours and hours then it’s nice to have something exciting at the end. When I had my kids I never knew if I was having a boy or a girl, and when I’m writing a book I never know what is going to happen. The only thing I know for sure is that someone it going to die, Daisy and Solomon are going to give each other hell, Daisy is going to flirt outrageously and somehow someway she is going to solve the case. Who dies, who kills them and why are not things that concern me when I start the story. Thankfully every book so far has been delivered healthy, and once dressed in a pretty cover lots of people have taken a look and decided that they love my crazy creation almost as much as I do.

 

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Catching Up

 

by Janis Patterson

This is going to be short, because – quite frankly – I’m tired. I was away from home more than half of September. A wedding in Boston; a wedding in Alabama; a family reunion in East Texas; the Novelists, Inc. conference in Florida. Whew! My luggage has never been fully unpacked this entire month and our beloved furbabies – two neurotic cats, one prissy little dog – probably thought we had abandoned them to the boarding kennel. They’re home now, and hopefully they’ll forgive us before long.

We got in late last night and this morning I went to pick up the furbabies. Had to do two trips – three carry cages in the car is just too much; besides, I don’t really like the odds of being outnumbered three to one. Got them all home, plugged in the cat pheromone tranquilizer (wonderful stuff!) and let them run. Big cat Chloe has taken over my lap, which makes typing difficult, prissy little dog Mindy Moo is lying right where my feet need to go, and oldest cat Squeaky Boots – a tiny thing of 6 lbs who rules the house with an iron paw and a single deadly little fang – has taken over our king-sized bed by sprawling in the exact center. Yes, life is back to what we laughingly call normal.

My work isn’t, though. Sigh. Wonderful month, saw lots of people and places and learned lots of things, but my writing this month has totally gone south. Barely ten pages all month. Lots of ideas, lots of plotting, even a nifty idea for a mystery series – which has garnered some interest, believe it or not – but two books that desperately need finishing and two more ready to be self-published, all  ignored.

Well, that will change tomorrow, just as soon as I hit the grocery store and lay in enough supplies to make sure that The Husband and I don’t starve to death. Though with all the wonderful meals out we’ve had in this month that eventuality is far from being a worry. I still say that whoever invented elastic waistbands deserves instant canonization.

If there is anything that I have learned in the last couple of decades of being a writer, it’s that you can’t plan. You can make all the business models you want, set up all the spreadsheets and project charts you like, but life can and will get in the way. I guess that’s true in any other field as well, but it seems to affect writers and artists more.

Like the NINC conference – without doubt the best conference for professional working writers on the planet. In three and a half very full and very long days I learned so much that my head is about to explode. Unfortunately, there was so much that I learned – stuff that really should be done NOW for the advancement of my business – that somehow the writing of new stuff gets shoved even further back. I did take my tablet and computer to Florida just so I could work in my down time, except there wasn’t any down time. When I wasn’t in workshops or exchanging information with other writers, I was trying to enjoy a little time with my adored Husband in a tropical paradise. Work? What’s that? Sleep? Who needs it?

Anyway, I have already made and paid for our reservations to next year’s conference, and will contact the hotel about rooms tomorrow or the next day. I’m already excited.

And tired. So – please forgive if this is a less than coherent post. My mind is going off in twenty different directions, and my body is going to bed. Night!

Raising the curtain on stage mysteries

By Sally Carpenter

I love watching plays as well as reading and writing mysteries. However, despite the fact that longest running play in history is a mystery (Agatha Christies’ “The Mousetrap,” continuously running in London since 1952), mysteries are seldom produced in local theater.

One reason could be that musicals sell more tickets than non-musicals and comedies are more popular than dramas. “A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder” is doing well on Broadway because it’s a musical comedy and also is based on the same novel as the well-known movie “Kind Hearts and Coronets.”

Some mystery plays that I’ve seen on stage:

“Arsenic and Old Lace.” Not a mystery but plenty of murder and dead bodies. Is there any amateur company that hasn’t done this show? I ran props for my high school’s production and saw it years later at a community theater. Its popularity seems odd due to the questionable moral ethics: the killer aunts are not punished or stopped for their crimes, neither do they show regret or remorse.

“Prescription: Murder.” Richard Levinson and William Link adapted their play into the pilot episode for “Columbo.” The play takes place in New York City but the TV movie was set in Los Angeles for filming purposes. In the play, the detective wears an overcoat, not a raincoat. The ending of the original script and the movie are different. For the 2004 production at West Valley Playhouse (Canoga Park, Calif.), Link rewrote the ending to match the movie version. Bob Van Dusen, who played Columbo, fortunately didn’t attempt a Peter Falk imitation. He played the detective as quirky, inquisitive imp and I loved it.

“The Mystery of Edwin Drood.” A musical based on an unfinished novel by Charles Dickens. Since the book doesn’t name the killer, at the play’s conclusion the action stops long enough for the audience members can vote for the killer. After ballots are tallied, the play is resumed with a final scene based on the votes. When I saw the show in 2007 at the Simi Valley Cultural Arts Center, the voting results were not released, so I don’t know if the company presented the same ending each night or not. It’s possible the actors rehearsed a variety of endings.

“Victor.” Not a mystery but an adaptation of the “Frankenstein” story. I saw this in 2007 at the High Street Arts Center (Moorpark, Calif.). Spooky atmosphere and great acting in this production.

“Angel Street.” The American title for the British play “Gaslight” in which a husband tries to drive his wife insane so he can search for missing jewels. Seen at Conejo Players Theatre in Thousand Oaks, Calif.

“The Murder Room.” I never heard of this play until I saw it in 2007 at the tiny, 50-seat Stage Door Theater (now closed) in Agoura Hills, Calif.  It’s a funny, zany spoof of British mysteries with the standard upper-crust characters, foggy evenings, loony plot twists and secret compartments build into the set. Catch it if you can.

“And Then There Were None.” An adaptation of Christies’ “Ten Little Indians.” I’ve seen this play at theaters in two states. A good show except as the characters are killed off, the suspect pool dwindles until the killer’s identity is fairly obvious.

“Pack of Lies.” An interesting script set in England and something of a spy thriller. A man, who seems connected with the police, uses the home of an ordinary family to spy on their neighbors. Are the family’s best friends up to no good? That’s the mystery. I saw the show staged by Panic Productions in T.O.

I’ve seen the movies made from “Witness for the Prosecution,” “Anatomy of a Murder,” “Deathtrap” and “Sleuth” but not the stage versions. I’m hoping someday a local theater will a production of any or all of these.

What are your favorite mystery plays?