I never wanted to hang out in a cop bar, or be a cop, but I’ve always
been fascinated with police work and that’s why I write police
procedurals. Most law enforcement jobs offer burst of excitement,
danger, and thrilling action—in sharp contrast to the way I made my
living. For most of my working life I worked on academic social science
research projects.
Wouldn’t say there were a lot of thrills and
chills, would you? Oh, the work had its own set of puzzles and
intrigues, its own small excitements. Except for the earthquake that
smashed through Los Angeles—and the University of Southern California
where I worked for a generation—I felt pretty safe.
Cop life is
anything but safe with a traffic stop or a felony pick up going sideways
in a nanosecond. I’m not alone in my enjoyment of crime fiction with
its thrill me, chill me, scare-me- to-death aspect of getting up close
to Hannibal Lecter on the printed page. We love Halloween, death-defying
roller coasters, tornadoes. Don't we? Why do I feel such glee in
learning new forensic details of death and dying?
I grew up with a
mother who read them all and gave me the good ones. Had she lived
longer I wonder if she wouldn’t have tackled one herself. I had good
models—The McDonalds, Elmore Leonard, John Dickinson Carr, Ed McBain. I
never liked the Grand Old Dames of mystery fiction, the Agatha
Christies, or what came to be known as the “cozies.” I’m bored with
Sherlock Holmes, no matter what contrivances they think up to make him
new. I relish the dark side, a bit of noir, semi-hardboiled.
Crime
fiction has its appeal because we’re assured that in the end goodness
will prevail over evil and the villain will be punished. Things will end
up right. I happily confess my guilty pleasure in crime fiction but I
also know that murder in real life ripples outward and causes life-long
misery and suffering in the lives of victim’s families.
Another
pleasure of crime fiction is that I can dance on the dark side, speed
into a dark alley after midnight, insult a gang banger or talk back to a
cop with impunity. I can do things in fiction that would be unthinkable
in daily life. In my fictional life I can be 32 and 5 foot ten. I can
have curly blond hair and a romance with a hard-bodied cop who can dance
the tango. Sigh. It all happens between my ears.
I can make things come out right. All the loose ends tie up. The villain goes to jail.
What are your reasons for writing crime fiction?
If you're just starting you might like to look at a series of 4 eBooks I’ve
written which cover topics you need to think about in “Writing Your
First Mystery.”
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Sunday, November 29, 2015
Writing the End - Mar Preston
Finishing: this subject is much with me as I labor towards the end of
my sixth murder mystery, this one set in a tranquil village in the mountains of
Central California. A sequel to Payback,
the debut of a second series that takes place in a village somewhat like where
I live, it hasn’t come easily. In fact
it’s the most difficult of my six crime fiction novels.
My editor returned my first draft with comments. I knew the
draft had faults but I couldn’t figure out how to fix them. If I was ever going
to write The End I needed to get past
the gaping plot holes and somewhat peculiar motivations for the Killer.
She pounced on all the faults, of course, because she’s a
superb editor. We had a phone meeting and I did my best not to whimper. I know
that critique is not criticism. What
lies ahead to fix the problems is a painstaking restructuring of the characters
and plot.
What is keeping me going at this point? Certainly not the
money. I hear you all laughing.
The fame? I am famous
on my block. They love me here. Not the fame then.
The joy of writing?
Not hardly. I actually considered falling madly, foolishly in love with
an unsuitable man just so I would have the excuse not to finish this wretched
thing.
But something must keep me going. I like my characters. That
must be it. The setting, yes, that too. The novel features a murder in a
well-funded cattery, that’s a sanctuary for cats of all sorts: kittens that get
adopted the same day they come in; cats who are frisky and cute; and senior
cats who have beautiful markings. And it
provides shelter for the sickly and unadoptables.
I have in mind Cat House on the Kings near Fresno,
California, which I visited this summer when I got my American citizenship. I
could not speak more highly of the work they do. That visit was a joy.
I do care about the subject matter
of animal rescue. There are things I want to say.
Writing a book is a marathon exercise. It will drain from
you every scrap of inborn talent, memories, dreams, fantasies and life
experience. You may have come to the point where there’s nothing left but
heart. Raw guts.
I suspect I’m at the 23- mile mark
and can’t see the finish. That’s what I say to myself as I sit down every day
to work on it. I will finish this and it will be good.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Changing The Covers on My Books by Mar Preston
What do I know about covers? I read advice from the same
marketing whizzes that you do probably. I know that it’s not an original idea
to change a cover on a book that’s not selling well and promoting it as a new
title.
I can’t claim that my earlier books are selling well. Don’t
know about you.
So the Irishman connected me to a New York City cover
designer and I browsed through his website. My previous cover designer is a
hard-working, competent web developer and designer who has put up with me for
years now and I feel a loyalty to him. However, the covers that I saw by the
NYC designer dazzled me. His terms were affordable and I decided to give it a
try with new covers.
On Behalf of the
Family is a police procedural about an honor killing that takes place in
glitzy Santa Monica. It’s long on characterization, short on car chases and
explosions. My series detective is with the Santa Monica Police Department.
I am asking your opinion. Do you like the cover change?
So far the Buy Button hasn’t been clicking in huge numbers
but I wouldn’t be a writer, would I, if
I weren’t hopelessly optimistic.
What do you think?
Original Cover
The Buy Button
The New Cover
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Rogue Critique Sessions by Mar Preston
Here I am at the Southern California
Writers Conference in San Diego for the weekend. I ventured out of
the hotel this evening looking for some dinner, using my GPS to drive
to an unfamiliar location. Not only was it dark and scary, but then
thick fog rolled in off the ocean. I crept along and finally found
Souplantation when it began to rain.
I'm exaggerating only a little. People
were dancing naked in the streets to welcome the rain. We're in the
middle of a 500-year drought here in California, folks. It was a joyful end to the
first day of the conference.
This is what is called a craft
conference, the how to mechanics of writing well, publishing, and
marketing your work. Janis Thomas wrote two books of women's fiction
(and now they won't publish her murder mystery because it would be
“brand confusion” for the reader). She was an entertaining
evening speaker. There's more new writers here than old hacks like
myself.
Now what happens next on the program is the “Rogue”
sessions that take place far into the night. Writers distribute a few pages for
critique. The secret hope is that every listener will say, “I love
it. It's brilliant. I wouldn't change a word.” That doesn't happen
in my experience. Some listeners will have incisive, helpful
criticism. Others will say a few words about what they heard and then
talk about their own work. Others will be vague and inarticulate, and
maddening to listen to. We all learn something nonetheless, even if it's clearly what not to do.
When I was very new I distributed a sweet story that I was proud of for critique. This man screamed at me, "Where are the cocks and balls in this story?" Now what on earth do you say to that? I think I was so new that big tears came to my eyes and I blubbed like a baby.
I'd love to include a
photo of all the goings on at the conference. But I spilled coffee on
my camera last week and jumped up to get the blue and red can of
compressed air to blow the coffee away. Instead I grabbed the blue
and yellow can of WD-40 and squirted it into the camera.
That managed to kill it pretty good and dead.
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You might like to see enthusiastic reviews for my new murder mystery: On Behalf of the Family
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You might like to see enthusiastic reviews for my new murder mystery: On Behalf of the Family
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