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Jenny Milchman's journey to publication took thirteen years, happening in the end thanks to one very special member of the mystery community. Jenny’s debut novel, Cover of Snow, was chosen as an Indie Next and Target Pick and nominated for a Mary Higgins Clark award. Jenny is also the founder of Take Your Child to a Bookstore Day and chair of International Thriller Writers' Debut Authors Program. Her second novel, Ruin Falls, also an Indie Next Pick, comes out on April 22nd.
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The Mystery of
Writing & Why We Write Mysteries
I used to think that writing was something we learned. I
thought this despite the fact that I loved to write even before I could write. My mom tells stories of how
I dictated bedtime stories to her from the time I was two years old. One of my
earliest and happiest school memories was binding stories using wallpaper (I
chose a blue flocked pattern). Friends used to ask me on play dates if I would
tell just one more chapter.
Still, I figured these were all responses to influences that
came from outside. I was terrible at math, having what would now be called a
disability, whereby I reversed numbers. Maybe writing was the best option left.
Then I had a child of my own. And when she was two years
old, I told her to take her toothbrush and her brother’s toothbrush back down
to the bathroom for me. As she marched down the stairs, I caught a glimpse of
her holding the toothbrushes upright, like little figurines. And I heard her
say, “The twins were on their way home…”
She was making toothbrushes into characters. And she was
doing it at the exact age that my mom tells me my writing bug kicked in.
What makes a writer? Is it something inborn, a gene, instead
of the environmental influences to which I’d attributed it? Perhaps a blend of
the two, a predisposition that might emerge if you live around people who read
you stories, and you go to school with encouraging teachers and receptive
children?
As mystery writers, our job is to create puzzles, then tease
out answers. The puzzle I’ve been grappling with lately is how I became this
animal called a writer. It’s a strange species, one that lives in another world
a great deal of the time, is willing to type until its fingers bleed for very
little guarantee of pay-off, and finally…kills people. On the page, of course.
When I began thinking about this further, I realized I was
really wondering about two questions, which would have to be pried apart.
First, is there a gene for writing? And once someone has become a writer, then
why of all things does she write mysteries or thrillers or suspense?
So I dissected the body of a dead writer and found this
really weird thing laced amongst the chromosomes. It looked something like a
pencil shaving…OK, I have no idea if writing is genetic or not. Music and
mathematical abilities appear to be, so that would be sufficient evidence for
me to say, sure, writing is, too. Science, schmience, puzzle solved.
But what about the other question? Once a writer is born or
made, how does he become a mystery writer?
I’ve gotten different responses to this question. Many
mystery writers say that mysteries were the books they read and loved as kids
so they grew up wanting to pen one. But this sort of ducks the question—why
were these the stories they loved in the first place?
Other mystery writers note their logical minds and penchant
for puzzles and games. They want to create such a thing on the page. And still
others admit to a deep and abiding interest in the dark, the unsettling, the
criminal.
My own reason comes down to fear.
Back in the days when I was entertaining my mother and
friends with stories, I was also an extremely fearful child. I remember hearing
that a dog next door liked to eat children under four feet (did I mention that
I was also very short?) and I would walk three extra blocks to avoid going by
his house. When the sliding doors shut, dividing the gym in half, I became
convinced I’d be trapped and had to be led out of class in a hysterical fit of
tears. A neighbor told me if you swung high enough on his swing set, you’d be
catapulted through a portal, never to return to this world.
I believed all of the above.
Now when I write suspense novels, I take similarly
outlandish premises, and I make them come out all right in the end. I am
conquering my fears—or my characters are doing it for me. It’s soothing. It’s
therapeutic. It’s triumphant. No wonder I choose to write these kinds of books.
Voila--one question solved.
But what made me turn to words for solace in the first
place? What makes a writer?
That’s still a mystery to me.
About Jenny's latest, Ruin Falls:
Liz Daniels has just set off on vacation, but when the family stops for the night, she wakes to find a terrifying reality. Her children are missing, and the hours tick by without anyone finding a trace. But in a sudden, gut-wrenching instant, Liz realizes that no stranger invaded their hotel room. Instead, someone she trusted completely has betrayed her. Now Liz will stop at nothing to get her children back. From her guarded in-laws’ unwelcoming farmhouse to the woods of her hometown, Liz follows the threads of a terrible secret to uncover a hidden world created from dreams and haunted by nightmares.
Liz Daniels has just set off on vacation, but when the family stops for the night, she wakes to find a terrifying reality. Her children are missing, and the hours tick by without anyone finding a trace. But in a sudden, gut-wrenching instant, Liz realizes that no stranger invaded their hotel room. Instead, someone she trusted completely has betrayed her. Now Liz will stop at nothing to get her children back. From her guarded in-laws’ unwelcoming farmhouse to the woods of her hometown, Liz follows the threads of a terrible secret to uncover a hidden world created from dreams and haunted by nightmares.
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