Noir Detective

 I tried reading a little noir detective novel the other day. It was a bit too formulaic and far too one dimensional for my tastes, but since I gave it a read, I thought I'd share the first line for the first line series I keep (see here).

Guest Post - Jess_Hockey: Write Well, If You Can, Write Great

Writing may be different for everyone in some regards, but in a way we all follow the same pattern. We write what we know, and if we know it enough, we can write it very well. For the past year since Covid hit I have been writing my in-progress novel and the process is what I am eager to share with you today. When I was a young teenager, I struggled profoundly with major Depression and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Multiple times, I was committed to mental health treatment facilities due to my struggles. 

I learned about and met the most one-of-a-kind people with psychological struggles of their own. What I knew when I was 14 is that I would never meet people like this again. I came up with the idea back then to write my novel based on what I had learned and experienced. It wasn’t until this past year that I, as a now healthy college student, decided to write about the people I met and the place I experienced when I was a young teen. 

Most Recent First Line

Finished a second fave. Has to be a good month when I've finished a Dick Francis and a Lawrence Sanders in the same months (see here and here). 

One thing I will say is that I love reading the reviews of Lawrence Sanders' books by modern readers who don't appreciate him. Too slow, boring, or not at all realistic . . . well, you have to appreciate the man to enjoy his books. 

Regardless, somehow I ran into John D. MacDonald, a prolific writer from the 1960's and already I'm very excited to get involved. Love the pacing, love the theme, love the characters. 

More for the Evershade File

 So, I have a few more for that Evershade series I love so much (see HERE). These are super simple and sweet, but they hit me like all of the Evershade posts do, in just the right place. 

This first is from Siren, who I have posted from before. A hug can be SUCH a safe place, and a hug from that favorite person in your life, you "other" can be so much more than just a hug. It can be an experience.

Sometimes your safe place is just a hug from your favorite someone.

A Quick One on Twitter

On my Twitter, I follow a group called "Objects with Faces" (see here) and today they had one I just had to share with this group. 

The string on the bird app is exactly like what it sounds. It finds things that are typical objects and if they look human, folks take a pic and post it. I also subscribe to Kids Doing Stupid Things, and Guys Posting their Wins, but I like this one the most. 

 

Love that one. It hit me. Wish I had chain arms to lock in my loved ones. 

What's this have to do with writing? Not sure. I'm sure something will come to me.

Change of Course

 Well, I had a bit of a change of course. Turns out I have read Caper (see here) and Sullivan’s Sting (see here). Also turns out that I didn’t really care for either of them. Sure. They were Lawrence Sanders, which made them good, but I want great at the moment. So, if I have to re-read something, I’m going to re-read something really good or great. 

I’ve moved to Lawrence Sanders’ Sixth Commandment. 

What’s also really nice is I started that novel that I had sitting somewhere in the back of my mind. Sure I could be working on Sunset Perfect, or I could be working on the Elephants novel, or any of the other that I’ve worked on. But I have this month, might as well get this one on paper. 

Regardless, here’s that first line for the current novel I’m reading:

LATE NOVEMBER, AND THE world was dying. A wild wind hooted faintly outside the windows. Inside, the air had been breathed too many times. 

“It’s got nothing to do with your age,” I said. 

“Liar,” she said. 

I tried to groan. Swung my legs out of bed and lighted a cigarette. Sat there smoking, hunched over. She fumbled with my spine. 

“Poor baby,” she said. 

I wouldn’t look at her. I knew what I’d see: a small body so supple it twanged. Short brown hair cut like a boy’s. All of her sleek. She had me in thrall. Soft swell to her abdomen. A little brown mole on the inside of her left thigh. Her ass was smooth and tight. 

“All I’m saying,” I said, “is that I’ve got to go away on a business trip. A week, two weeks, a month—who knows? I’ve got to; it’s my job.” 

“I’ve got five weeks’ vacation coming,” she said. “I could get a leave of absence. I could quit. No problem.” 

I didn’t answer.

Sullivan’s First Line

 I went with Sullivan’s Sting. Why? Well, there’s an outside chance that I haven’t read this one. I was hoping to find an Edward X Delaney that I had overlooked, but I’ve got my fingers crossed that I’ve overlooked this one in the past. 

Before I reveal the first line, which is the purpose of this pose, one thing I found funny. 

Last night I was reading some of the comments on Lawrence Sanders’ page on Amazon. I was trying to determine if I had read The Fourth Deadly Sin (an EXD novel . . . I had) when I saw this one commenter write:

Very dated, full of cops treating people in outrageously cruel and illegal ways presented as standard police procedure. The author should be ashamed of himself and should pull this book from circulation.

Let me say, as someone who has novels on Amazon, . . . I’m never going to delist my novels because they get dated. Dated novels are awesome first of all, and secondly, how does Joanne, that’s the commenters name, know that it’s so dated? Did she live in New York City in the 70’s and 80’s?  

So, here’s the first line of Sullivan’s Sting, which I’m still hopeful will be a new one for me.

Finished and On to the Next Fave

 So, it turns out that I have read it (see here). The further and further I got into the book the more I knew what was about to happen. By the end, I knew for sure. It could have been one I read in the summers in Chappell Hill working at the bed and breakfast with my grandfather, or it could have been while I was in Belgium, or even while I was in the Army. I would like to think that it was in Chappell Hill that I read it. If so, I probably read it while swinging in the backyard hammock, between work, reading it from an old, dog-eared, used copy that my grandfather had bought me at the used book store where we would swap out our books for new ones. 

Now that I’ve finished a Dick Francis novels, it’s onto my next fave . . . Lawrence Sanders. I remember I first fell in love with Lawrence Sanders’ writing back in college. I read all of the McNally series. Then, about 15 years ago, I realized there were all these wonderful Sanders’ novels from early 1980’s New York that were gritty, a little bloody, and far more enjoyable to read. Maybe not as light-hearted and fun, but definitely more enjoyable.

I’ve gone back to McNally if only because the NYC ones I’ve read (or re-read) more recently. I don’t have to go read it, truth is I can feel this new story itching to get out and be written, but why not go enjoy a McNally or Sullivan’s Sting first? 

Wrapping Myself in an Old Friend

 Now that class has come to an end, or should we say pause, I have a little more than a month off at the moment. 

In the past few months I’ve taken: 1) Learning and the Adult Brain, 2) Doctoral Studies Introduction and Literature Review 3) Online Adult Teaching and now 4) Statistical Methods. Killer to pack all that in in just 6 months. I’m smoked. 

So I am taking a break. 

What’s my break? 

A novel. That’s it. Just a novel. I used to read a novel a week. Now days, I barely have time for one a year. I read so many articles and other books on adult learning that there’s never any time for novels. I should actually be working on fleshing out my dissertation a bit more, but I’m taking a break. 

What am I reading? 

Dick Francis. I’m reading Nerve for two reasons. It’s one of the few Dick Francis mysteries that I have not read (see here . . . although now that I’m a quarter the way into it, I think I may have read it as a teen. It’s seeming rather familiar).

The second reason? Well, as you may know I like to write a draft of a novel every November as a part of NaNo (see here). This year I think I’ll be knee deep in two classes in November, both Qualitative Statistics and Measurements and Administrative Adult Leadership, so I think NaNo will be put on the back burner. I may try to sneak in fifty thousand words in August or July. Dick Francis is a great warm up for getting me in the right frame of mind. 

The first line got me, and I’ve been reading with a smile ever since, even if those first lines were a bit gruesome to warrant a smile.

Three More this Morning

Ran into three more this morning I’d like to add to the list. I think just like last time I’ll add them with no additional explanation. They are what they are and they speak to me. That’s it. 

This first, from CallSignSiren is awesome. It says everything to me. 

Pay attention to who makes the effort to stay in your life . . . that says everything.

Effort. That’s exactly what it takes.