My guest post on mystery site Island Confidential.
Mystery Author Frankie Bow
After a rough semester, Professor Lyssa Pennington just wants to post her grades and join her husband, Kyle, in Cornwall for Christmas. First, though, she’s expected to host an elegant dinner for Emile Duval, the soon-to-be Chair of Languages at Tompkins College.
Too bad no one told Lyssa murder is on the menu. And, by the way, Emile Duval is an imposter. Who is he really? And who wanted him dead? Without those answers, the Penningtons can kiss Christmas in Cornwall goodbye.
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The Dark Side of the Ivory Tower
by C. T. Collier
For decades, authors have written murder mysteries set on university campuses, but how believable is that? Do highly educated people, such as professors and college presidents, really get hot enough under the collar to kill? Or dastardly enough to be killed? Surely not. After all, such people are the crème…
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Here’s a warm-up for the June 23 LCRW meeting: Sex Talk with author Katrina Kissinger (aka Kim Gore)
After All Those Years, the Truth
Being a woman of a certain age, I’ve witnessed decades of changing mores about sexual orientation. When I was in my teens, few people talked openly about sexual orientation. In my family of origin, since several close relatives were nuns or priests, a conversation might touch on celibacy but rarely on lesbian or gay lifestyles. Times have changed.
As I approached the writing of the third book in my mystery series The Penningtons Investigate, I needed to do some serious research if I expected the central issue to be the consequences of a woman’s realization, after years of alcoholic drinking, that her sexual orientation was lesbian.
My research began with informal conversations with more than a dozen people who had experienced similar life-changing realizations about themselves or a loved one. Sometimes the awareness was precipitated by sobriety; sometimes it was more gradual. In most…
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Which do you prefer? Traditional publishing with the “Big Houses,” small press publishing, or self-publishing? What have you done in the past? What are the pros and cons of these choices, in your opinion. Inquiring minds want to hear from YOU!
Hi everyone, hope you’re all having a blast keeping up all those New Year’s Resolutions! Mine has been to read part of a fiction novel for at least half hour a day. My latest read has been HIDDEN BODIES by Caroline Kepnes. It’s the sequel to her book YOU, which was such a page turner I had a tough time putting it down so I could sleep, eat…or do anything, really.
What I like about these two books is that the protagonist is a stalker and a murderer. Yep. That’s right. I like that. Why? Because somehow this author was able to make this killer likeable. He had redeeming qualities. And as a writer and author myself, I know how difficult that is to pull off! Although I felt her first book was better than the second, as often happens with sequels, both gave me a little more insight into creative characterization, especially regarding people who would be considered in society as abhorrent.
So my question to you, my fellow writers and authors, have you read a good book lately? And did you learn something that you could take back to your own work-in-progress? Let’s hear it!
Hello fellow writers! This month’s topic is:
How long does it usually take to write the first draft of your novel? How long does the revision/editing process take and who do you go to for “another pair of eyes” on your work? Do you use a beta reader, editor, proofreader? What is your process from start to finish?
Hi everyone! Today is the first of many roundtable discussions I hope to have involving writing. Consider it a virtual meeting of the minds. I thought it would be nice to start out with a simple topic to discuss. So…let’s begin:
How do you make time to write? When do you do your best writing?
masterful mystery by one of my all-time favorite authors.
The Penningtons Investigate
Poison Ivy, by Cynthia Riggs
Cynthia Riggs’ Martha’s Vineyard mystery Poison Ivy takes place at a small college on the Vineyard, Ivy Green, where nonagenarian crime-solver Victoria Trumbull is an adjunct poetry professor. I loved Mrs. Trumbull as a poetry teacher focused on her students’ expression in various poetic forms; and as advocate for three students whose research is plagiarized by their tenure-seeking sociology professor. An overarching theme is the (often abusive) power struggle that plays out in a dozen deadly ways in the college tenure process.
Mrs. Trumbull finds the first body– a tenured professor dead a few weeks without anyone missing him. Thanks to the caretaker’s dog who has a nose for cadavers, more bodies are exhumed. Soon the campus is pock-marked by graves dug by a perfectly respectable serial killer twisted and scarred from his own tenure ordeal. As the drama unfolded, I cheered for the two women who opted out of tenure madness and admired…
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Why does Terri Ponce describe my sleuth, Lyssa Pennington as “a handful and a half, and a blast to be around”? See for yourself! (https://terriponce.com/2017/04/30/meet-lyssa-pennington/)
I met a really exciting character this week and just have to share what I learned with you.
Lyssa Pennington is a spunky economics professor who, when she’s not tackling huge egos and nasty gossipers on campus, solves mysteries. In fact, for Lyssa, the more thrilling the better!
She’s a handful and a half, and a blast to be around.
Want to know more about Lyssa and her stories? Read on…
I’m so excited you’ve asked me to interview, Terri! I love solving murders with my husband, Kyle, in The Penningtons Investigate, but I’m excited about having the spotlight just on me, Lyssa Pennington, today.
What’s the one trait you like most about yourself?
I couldn’t survive without my sense of humor. My habit of looking for something laughable in even the most serious situations has helped me get through some terribly difficult times. As my husband, Kyle, says I’m…
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I hope LCRW enjoys this play on words, from author Catherine Castle
Fun with Definitions
By Bebb, M. S. Wikimedia.com
The English language is nothing if not strange. Its homonyms and homophones can confuse anyone. Add synonyms to the mix and that’s a lot to learn. Here’s another twist you can add to the complexity of our language: the redefining of words throughout the ages. When I was a kid, sick meant you were ill, not feeling well as in “I’m too sick to go to school.” In the eighties, the word came to mean awful, terrible as in “She’s so sick. I hate her.” Today when the kids call something “sick” they’re not referring to germs, they’re making the word a compliment: “That concert was sick!”
As writers, we should consider the changing guard of words as a challenge and use them to add flavor to our books. This can be especially interesting if you want to put your out-of-time…
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For some reason, in my shower this morning, I began to think of the word ‘detritus.’ I had just used it in a story I’m in the process of writing and I began to wonder if I use the word in all my stories. Truth be told, I really love the word.
I have several favorite words. Lovely, fantastic, wonderful… I use them a lot in my day-to-day conversations, so they are probably favorites of mine. There are also a couple four-letter-words I use—sometimes often, depending on what kind of day I’m having. I don’t know if that qualifies those words as favorites or not. Since I’m a sweet little old lady, I’ll say that they are not favorites, but rather something like anomalies. Frequently used anomalies.
But, getting back to detritus… It’s just so much fun to say the word. For instance, you could say, ‘The yard was littered with junk and trash.’ (How gross!) OR: ‘The yard was littered with detritus.’ Here’s another pair: ‘The old yearbook was filled with yellowed, crumbling pages.’ OR: ‘The old yearbook was filled with the detritus of yesterdays.’ (Ahhhh. Now isn’t that a picture?)
I’m so disappointed when I think of all those years I missed saying, “Honey, would you take out the detritus, please?” Just watching/listening to his reaction would have been better than an I Love Lucy show.
And how about renaming our DPW organizations to Detritus Pick-up Workers? Can’t you just picture their backs straighter, their heads held higher, their trucks less squeakier? (Now, there’s an oxymoron—another good word for perhaps another day.) (And yes, I know the descriptive phrase should be “less squeaky,” but I didn’t want to break the “-er” pattern. Poetic license. ‘Nuff said.)
Now I must go do my laundry while I walk the elongated circle of my basement for half an hour’s exercise and avoid any notice of the detritus lurking in the corners.