Friday, November 22, 2013

Twelve Days of WICKED LITTLE SECRETS: The First Day

On the First Day of Wicked Little Secrets, my true love gave to me . . .

A Spitefully Shattered Grecian Antiquity!




"Dashiell wasn’t concerned with Lily’s threatened throat, but the bust of his precious gray-eyed goddess Athena that Lily held over her head. “Lily, take several deep breaths and think about what you are doing. Three thousand years ago, some craftsman put his soul into creating Athena. The soil of Greece has preserved her all this time. Her history is far greater than this tiny misunderstanding.”

“How philosophical of you,” Lily said, a wicked grin spread over her mouth and she dropped Athena, letting the goddess of wisdom shatter on the floor."

Monday, November 11, 2013

Things I Learned at Bouchercon 2013


1. Trains beat planes hands down. This was my first trip on Amtrak, and I am spoiled. You walk onto the train — no body cavity searches, no surrendering your liquids, no x-rays, no shoe removal — and then you take your seat. And if you have a roomette — like I did — then you have your own private little lounge with a comfy chair, table, electrical outlets, your own sink-potty combo. Plus an ever-changing view and a steward to bring me coffee with seven creamers. What more could a writer ask for?

2. Albany, New York, has an enormous hill at the middle, and Empire State Plaza — our convention center — is at the tippy-top of that giant hill. You need calves like a Russian dray horse to get around this city. But it was beautiful this time of year -- blue skies with autumn-tipped leaves.

3. Some of my favorite fangirl moments were the in-between bits. The conversation about how to be a good moderator with one of my favorite moderators (the ever-gracious Nora McFarland). Catching the bus with Rhys Bowen. Missing the bus with Margaret Maron. Stalking Sue Grafton when her back was turned.

4. Panels require lots of water, especially if one has had to run up a hill to get to the meeting room.

5. Serendipity rocks. On Thursday, I ended up chasing the shuttle bus across the parking lot only to have it leave me in its exhaust. I stopped running when an authoritative gentleman explained that it wasn't coming back. He also offered to remedy the problem by driving me to my dinner. Which he did. As it turns out, he’s in charge of the transportation for the entire event; he’s also the former Albany chief of police, now CEO of a private security company. The owner of the restaurant he’s driving me to is his former undercover detective in narcotics. He gave me his card, his friend's card. Said they would be happy to answer any questions I had about security companies and police and dope. Score!

6. The mystery writing community is one of the most gracious, inclusive, smart and generous bunches of people I've ever met, and I'm proud to be among them.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

A Tricky Treat, Just for You

Photo Courtesy of  Voraom
In honor of this, the spookiest time of the year, I present a Halloween Eve treat  -- a short story, one of the first I ever wrote, and still one of my favorites. It features a full moon, a dark cold night, and a semi-larcenous narrator trapped in a twisted version of a very old tale.

You can click HERE to read "Little Red Robin Hood." Or you can click to the Boo! tab above. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading this little blast from my past as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Happy Halloween!

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

When You're Too Stupid to Know How Stupid You Are

"Image courtesy of Boaz Yiftach / FreeDigitalPhotos.net"
The Germans have a word for it (of course they do -- those Germans). Fremdschämen

Fremdschämen describes a peculiar kind of mortification. According to Psychology Today blogger Daniel R. Hawes, it's more than being embarrassed for yourself or another. It describes the almost-horror you feel when you notice that somebody is oblivious to how embarrassing they truly are. Hawes goes on to describe a related psychological phenomena -- The Dunning-Kruger complex.

Hawes explains: "The Dunning-Kruger effect describes a cognitive bias in which people perform poorly on a task, but lack the meta-cognitive capacity to properly evaluate their performance. As a result, such people remain unaware of their incompetence and accordingly fail to take any self-improvement measures that might rid them of their incompetence."

In other words, stupid is as stupid will always and forever be.

You can read more about the Dunning-Kruger effect in Hawes' Quilted Science column on the subject -- "When Ignorance Begets Confidence: The Classic Dunning-Kruger." And if you find it as intriguing as I did, you'll want to dive right into Errol Morris' interview with researcher David Dunning (the Dunning in Dunning-Kruger) on "The Anosognosic's Dilemma: Something's Wrong But You'll Never Know What It Is" in which you can learn about the Lemon Juice Bandit who thought he'd discovered the secret to invisibility.

Really.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Making the Most of A Writer’s Conference


I was asked by one of my favorite writers for some advice recently. This writer (we’ll call him “Chris” because that’s his name) is gearing up for his first professional conference (which we’ll call “Crossroads” because . . . you know) and he wanted some tips on how to make the most of it. 

I’m a good person to ask. I’ve been attending writer’s conference for twenty years now, and I’ve made every mistake there is. Plus, I am proud to say, I invented a few. So here you go, Chris — enjoy my various missteps, oopsies, and oh-no-I-didn’t moments. Learn from them, grasshopper.

1. Don’t hit the guests of honor. 

I must confess — I have deep fangirl tendencies. When I meet someone whose work I admire, I tend to stammer, bumble, and knock plants over. Recently, I found myself sharing a bus stop with Margaret Maron (who was inducted this year as a Mystery Writers of America grandmaster). When she introduced herself, I actually smacked her on the bicep and said, “Oh no, you’re not! Get out of here!”

Lesson— you’ll meet enormously talented people, some of them your idols and inspirations. They’re writers just like you. People just like you. Don’t worry about making an impression — enjoy the interaction. And keep the right hook to yourself.

2. Don’t hide. 

Writing is a career for introverts. As I tell people, I got into this gig because I like to kill imaginary people while still wearing my pajamas. But when I go out into the world — as all writers must — I muster up whatever measure of extrovertism I can and make the best of it.

Lesson — the literary action is not in your hotel room. If it is, you’re not at the right kind of conference. Or either you have become the conference. Be able to tell the difference. 

3. But don’t wear yourself out either. 

Conferences are often back-to-back panels, receptions, interviews, dinners, and other meet-and-greets. If you’re exhausted, you’ll be overwhelmed with the information/names/choices coming your way, and you won’t be make those crucial unplanned connections that are the sweetmeat of conferences.

Lesson — pace and plan. Get the schedule. Map out your choices. Leave yourself room for some downtime. And eat as healthfully as you can. Get some fiber in you.

4. Don’t chase unicorns.

I don’t mean real unicorns (because if you see a real unicorn, OF COURSE YOU CHASE IT). I’m talking about the one person/one encounter/one class that you’re willing to sacrifice everything else for and that you’ll beat yourself up about for months if you miss. Unicorn chases are a waste of time, energy and — most importantly — they are the opposite of magic.

Lesson — Catch the flow of a conference. Be open to the surprises that come your way. There will always be nuggets of serendipitous goodness around every corner. 

5. Don’t drink every drink that some famous person wants to buy you. But DO say yes to one or two.

Apparently I have this knack for being at the bar when the ultra-titanium cards come out. And while the drinks have been excellent — especially the chocolate martini from C.J. Lyons — the most valuable part of the experience was the chance to sit at someone’s elbow and soak up the publishing and writing talk.

Lesson — some of the best conference moments happen during the downtimes. And whether you like bourbon on the rocks or club soda with a twist of lime, if one of your idols offers to set you up, resist the impulse to stammer and feel all indebted. It will be your turn one day.

And here’s the etcetera. Take business cards to share. Collect cards too. Follow-up with e-mails to say “it was great to meet you!” Talk to the people sitting to your right and left and in the elevator and at the buffet line. Watch. Listen. Ask “So what do you write?” Have a succinct practiced answer to that question when other people ask it of you. Published or pre-published or anywhere in between, you’re a writer —own it.

You’ll be great, Chris. Or whatever your name is.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Car Theft and Other Dangerous Research — a Guest Post by J. H. Bográn

Did I really steal a car?

Partly because I write about thieves—or because I can be a frustrated locksmith—I know how door locks operate. The knowledge came in handy for my boss one time he was locked out of his office.

The main antagonist of my new novel Firefall runs a small car theft operation. The M.O. is quite simple; they target, acquire, and then deliver the cars to yet another link in the chain.

However, I drew the line at stealing cars. Going to jail in the name of veracity for a story is not my idea of fun. Driving a fast car is, though, but that’s another blog entry.

While doing the research, I did approach the local law enforcement agencies and reviewed the statistics: how many cars stolen per year, how many found, etc. Also an ad in the newspaper offered to install a GPS tracking device, as incentive, they guaranteed that in case of loss, the insurance would cover 99% of the car’s value as opposed to the industry standard 80%. That bit piqued my curiosity.

I called the place, made an appointment, visited and asked questions but stopped short of signing a contract—hey, I drive such an old model that the robbers would be doing me a favor by stealing it.

Anyway, all this new knowledge sparked a daring car chase midway through the novel. You see, the character didn’t really care for the car, but he had sensitive documents in the backseat that he simply could not afford to lose, so he brought out the big guns and tracked the robbers with the GPS.

Other source of information came from interviews with people who had gone through the misfortune of witnessing the robbery. Their experiences added depth to the reactions of my characters when faced with similar circumstances.

Now, before you go away with the notion that my book is a rehash of Nicholas Cage’s action flick Gone in Sixty Seconds, let me tell you that the robberies, while exciting, are playing second fiddle to the main purpose of finding a missing person.
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J. H. Bográn, born and raised in Honduras, is the son of a journalist. He ironically prefers to write fiction rather than fact. José’s genre of choice is thrillers, but he likes to throw in a twist of romance into the mix. His works include novels and short stories in both English and Spanish. He’s a member of the Short Fiction Writers Guild and the International Thriller Writers where he also serves as the Thriller Roundtable Coordinator and contributor editor their official e-zine The Big Thrill.

Twitter: @JHBogran

After losing his wife and son in an air crash, former NYC firefighter Sebastian Martin is spiraling downward into alcoholic oblivion. Then his brother sets him up with a last-chance job investigating insurance fraud, but his first case takes a deadly turn as he crosses path with an international ring of car thieves. Sebastian ends up strapped to a chair facing torture at the hands of a former KGB trainee who enjoys playing with fire on his victims to get answers.

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Saturday, September 21, 2013

Booze and Broads II at Bouchercon 2013

Best Book Signing Ever!

Many thanks to Monette Michaels (that's her on the left) for inviting me to the signing with her and (L-R) Heather Graham and Melinda Leigh. All of them awesome writers and spectacular women.

And yes, that's real bourbon in those tiny cups. Cheers!