The Form Found Me #IWSG

 

August 5 question – Quote: “Although I have written a short story collection, the form found me and not the other way around. Don’t write short stories, novels or poems. Just write your truth and your stories will mold into the shapes they need to be.”
Have you ever written a piece that became a form, or even a genre, you hadn’t planned on writing in? Or do you choose a form/genre in advance?

The awesome co-hosts for the August 5 posting of the IWSG are Susan Baury Rouchard, Nancy Gideon, Jennifer Lane, Jennifer Hawes, Chemist Ken, and Chrys Fey!

I’ve told this story many times, but when I started to write what became The Marquesa’s Necklace, it was supposed to be a paranormal romance. My main character, a librarian, was supposed to fall in love with a handsome ghost that haunted the library. The original title was The Ghost Who Loved me.

Except Harmony, my librarian, didn’t like that. Not one bit. And the book turned into a mystery with a romantic subplot. And then became a series. And the ghost became a living, breathing man. But I didn’t erase all traces of the original story. In fact, I’ve paid tribute to it in each following book, in the form of a ghost living in an old Victorian house.

Here’s a snippet of one of their early meetings.

That’s when I ran into him the second time. I was doing my normal thing of walking through the 940’s with my nose in a book and I almost bumped into him. A sudden rush of cold air made me stop in my tracks and look up into a pair of eyes such a light blue they were almost gray.

“Oops, sorry about that.” I reached out to stop myself from falling, but he backed away. I managed to latch onto a shelf instead, so I didn’t end up with my face on the floor. My book did fall, and he bent over and picked it up. Without so much as a smile, he handed it to me and walked away without a word. Annoyed, I stood there with my mouth open and watched him turn the corner and vanish from my view. As I returned to my book I smelled the most unusual thing. I don’t know if it was his aftershave or what, but it made me think of freshly-turned dirt.

I’m currently writing the sixth (and final) book in the series, The Harmony Duprie Mysteries. Then I’m going to start on a new mystery series, unless the characters decide to make it something else.

Don’t forget to check out some of the other posts this month. There’s a whole big list to pick from!

Until next time, please be safe.


Breaking the Rules #OpenBook Blog Hop

July 6, 2020

What generic ‘rules’ did you abide by when you started writing that have gone out the window?

It’s easier to talk about the rules I broke on purpose when I first started writing than the ones I stuck to because I ‘had’ to. I’ve always been a bit of a rebel and my books reflect that.

For example, my first cover didn’t have a picture of a man’s naked chest. None of my covers have. In my opinion, they are overdone and boring. I also made my main character a woman instead of a man. In a paranormal, wolf-shifter story with a strong romantic element, that’s not playing by the ‘rules.’ I can’t claim it as a true romance because  it contains no sex scenes. 

In the second and third books of the series, I put the female main characters on the covers, instead of the male leads. They deserve the recognition.

Then you have my other series, The Harmony Duprie Mysteries. It’s pretty standard when you have a female sleuth, her love interest is in law enforcement. I played with that in the first book, The Marquesa’s Necklace. 

“I appreciate your concern, Detective.” And I did. “But I have a life to live.” I stood and picked up my beer. He stood too, and moved close to me. One arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me close. I looked up at him, tried to decide if I would let him kiss me, and if that’s what I wanted.

Spoiler alert: I broke the rules. 

What else have I done ‘wrong?’ How about the fact I don’t have a murder in each of my mysteries? No one dies in most of them. I’m writing about a small town and there are lots of other mysteries to solve besides people getting killed by the bad guy of the moment. 

I dug up a list of rules for writers, and shook my head at many of them. It was suggested for beginning writers to avoid the use of words more than five letters long. Now think about how many times I broke that rule in the last sentence. 

The same list said to turn off the internet when you write,  to write everyday and the same time every day. While I understand the concepts behind those ideas, I beg to disagree. If I’m writing and need to research a point, it would drive me up a wall to have to wait to hop on the internet to get the information I need. I want it now, so I can continue in my story and not have to retrace my steps. And while writing everyday is fine, in practice it isn’t always practical and leads to guilt. We can all use less guilt. And writing at the same time every day? Another good idea that doesn’t always translate to real life.

Rules exist for a reason. Most of them aren’t totally arbitrary. Like the use of periods and commas. (Although I’d debate the rules about commas.) They help to make it easier for others to understand what we are saying. But there are times when ignoring or bending the rules is what it takes to express yourself as an author and give your characters life. Sometimes they should be treated as guidelines instead of absolutes. That’s a good thing when used with caution. 

So, what rules do you think deserve to be broken?

Don’t forget to check out what  the other authors have to say about this week’s topic by following the links below.

Until next time, stay safe.


July 6, 2020

What generic ‘rules’ did you abide by when you started writing that have gone out the window?

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Welcome to The Samurai’s Inro

I’ve been working hard on the next Harmony story and it’s getting close! I haven’t set an official release date, but it likely will be the early part of May. No cover to share just yet, but I’ve got the tagline and description. And of course the title! It’s called The Samurai’s Inro.

Tagline:

Trouble has a long memory and is stalking Harmony Duprie.

 

Doesn’t that sound like fun? Here’s the description:

Harmony Duprie has it made. Or so she thinks.

New job.

New routine.

A quiet life in the quiet little town of Oak Grove.

Oh, and Eli.

But trouble has a long memory and it’s playing a deadly game.

Friends’ cars stolen.

Her apartment ransacked.

The duplicate of a stolen Japanese antique carved box left behind.

Trouble follows wherever she goes, including the parking lot of the police station. Not even the want-to-be bodyguard brought in by Police Chief Sorenson can end the harassment. And all her research leads to dead ends.

Can Harmony identify the face of trouble before she loses and the winner takes her life as the final prize?

Let the games begin.

 


The Marquesa’s Necklace #MFRWHooks

Welcome to my contribution to this week’s MFRW Book Hooks. It’s the first time I’ve done this on my new website, and I’d be tickled if you took a moment to look around while you are here!

The Marquesa’s Necklace is the first book in the Harmony Duprie Mysteries. Each book is a stand-alone story (no cliffhangers!) but the series is best read in order. This book is on sale for 99¢. Now, on to the fun! 

Excerpt

Officer Felton left me in the barely-furnished lobby. It was a place you don’t want to stay in too long—several hard plastic chairs, a beat-up fake wood end table and a few old magazines scattered about. It smelled like stale cigarettes, and appeared not to have been cleaned for weeks. I perched on the edge of a chair and put my hands between my knees to keep from touching anything. Thankfully, it was only moments until Detective Thomason appeared. I gave him the once over—brown hair still cut short—check. Glasses hiding those dark brown eyes—check. His shirt rumpled and in need of an iron—check. No wedding band in his finger—check. Yep, nothing had changed.

As I stood, his eyes wandered from my face down to my shoes. The corners of his lips curled upward, but I wouldn’t say that he smiled. A smile would have looked odd on his normally grim face.

“If you would come with me, please?” he said.

He even put the please in there, unlike our previous encounters. Of course, those times, I had been either in booking or in one of the interrogation chambers. I know, I know, they’re interview rooms. Whatever. I followed him through a maze of desks and hallways and into a small but comfortable office, my heels clicking on the tile floor. I’d never noticed before what a nice behind he had. I wondered if it was just the pants he was wearing, or if I’d just not looked before, having other things on my mind. Like calling a lawyer.

“Have a seat, please,” he said, indicating an armless office chair—at least its seat was padded. He sat on the other side of a desk covered with an assortment of files and paperwork, and picked up a file from the top of the stack.

“Harmony,” he said tentatively.

“Detective Thomason,” He might be trying to be friendly, but I still hadn’t forgiven him for arresting me.

He cleared his throat, and set the file back on his desk. “Did you let anyone borrow your car today?” he asked.

“No, my keys are right here.” I started digging through the contents of my purse.

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said, after I pulled out my checkbook, a packet of pink tissues, and a paperback with an almost-naked man on the front cover and piled them on the corner of his desk. His mouth twitched. “Have you made any new enemies recently, Miss Duprie?” I guess he got my message about the terms of our relationship.

“Besides a certain insufferable cop?” Even in the artificial fluorescent light, I saw the red rising in his cheeks. I could almost hear him counting to ten as I pretended to consider the question. “I think Larry, the florist, is ticked off that I’m not receiving flowers anymore. And Bart at the grocery store yelled at me last week when I went through the ten items or less line with fourteen items. But what does that have to do with someone stealing and wrecking my car?”

He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and exhaled. “Bear with me a moment. Did you go anywhere today?”

I couldn’t figure out where this line of questioning was going, but I answered anyway. “No, I woke up with a killer headache, realized it was going to rain, and decided to stay home and work.”

“And when was the last time you saw your car?”

“This morning. I planned to go to the library, but it started to storm as I was leaving. Why?”

He swiveled his chair so he was facing away from me. I fidgeted in my suddenly uncomfortable seat and waited. He turned back around and leaned forward with his forearms on his desk. “Your headache may have saved your life. We’ve asked for help from the state police to verify our theory, but our preliminary investigation and accounts from a few eyewitnesses indicate your car exploded.” Sitting back and rubbing his forehead, he added. “A tall man in a brown suit was seen in the vicinity.”

I sputtered. “What do you mean my car exploded?”

“In a fireball. Burnt to a crisp. If you had been in the vehicle, you’d be dead.”

Blurb

Harmony Duprie enjoyed her well-ordered life in the quiet little town of Oak Grove—until her arrest for drug trafficking. Cleared of all charges, she wants nothing more than to return to the uneventful lifestyle of a historical researcher she once savored.

But when her beloved old car “George” is stolen and explodes into a ball of flames, it sets off a series of events that throws her plans into turmoil. Toss in a police detective that may or may not be interested in her, an attractive but mysterious stranger on her trail, and an ex-boyfriend doing time, and Harmony’s life freefalls into a downward spiral of chaos.

Now she has to use her research skills to figure out who is behind the sinister incidents plaguing her, and why. And she better take it seriously, like her life depends upon finding the right answers.

Because it might.

Note: This book has been re-issued with a new cover, but the story remains unchanged. 

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New Release – The Contessa’s Brooch

 

It took more than a year to write this book, but it’s finally here. Harmony is back at it, tracking down a firebug. It started as a simple data analysis project for Police Chief Sorenson, but when Harmony is involved, nothing stays simple. But this time, she has company, in the form of Eli, Lando and Scotty.

I had fun hanging out with Lando and Scotty. They helped Harmony keep her spirits up when things get rough.

Even Jake gets involved. What’s he up to, anyway?

If you haven’t seen it yet, here’s the official blurb:

A firebug is stalking Oak Grove and internet researcher Harmony Duprie is on the case. It starts as a simple data analysis project for Police Chief Sorenson, but things get personal when the house she renovated is targeted.

The arsonist is in it for the glory, posting videos of his exploits on social media. So, Harmony calls for backup from her favorite computer hackers, Eli, Lando, and Scotty. Complications arise when Fiesker, a fire investigator with a chip on his shoulder, is brought in to unmask the culprit and put an end to the fires. Then there’s the mysterious emails being sent to the town’s firefighters. And who is leaving a trail of Celtic brooches behind?

Harmony finally gets a break when Jake, her ex, stumbles across information that might lead to the guilty party.

Can Eli, Lando and Scotty help Harmony track down the pyromaniac before someone gets hurt? Or, worse yet, killed?

You can pick up the ebook at all the usual places. Paperbacks should be available soon.

 

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