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Sunday, August 11, 2024

Making a Mystery With a Little Help From My Friends


Author events can take a lot of shapes. They can be a solo presentation or talk, a one-on-one interview, or a panel discussion on any number of topics. One of my favorites is Mystery Making put on by the New England chapter of Sisters in Crime.

The Mystery Making events I participate in are panels comprised of authors who write different genres of crime fiction. When the audience arrives, we ask them to give us character names, motives, weapons, settings, and occupations. From their ideas, the authors then create a new story on the fly. Think of it as jazz improv for the literary set.

It's fun for the audience to see where their ideas take us and it's fun for the authors to riff with our friends.

At a recent event in Manchester Vermont, we received the following ideas:

Settings: Vermont, dairy farm, Dunkin Donuts

Names: Mammie, Matilda, Anna Belle, Ronald, Llewan, Dr. Horatio Cornbliss

Weapons: dictionary, rake, snake venom, plunger

Motive: Cold coffee

Occupation: Poet, dog walker, farmer

We brainstormed, laughed, and decided what occupations folks had and who killed who and why. Then we put our prompt into Co-Pilot, an AI tool. Our story was a bit different. The biggest difference? We did not see that particular use of the plunger!

Here's the prompt we created:

Compose a log line and a short murder mystery story involving the following: 1) Characters: Anna Belle - a poet; Llewan - a Dunkin Donuts manager who makes weak coffee; Matilda the dog walker; Dr. Horatio Cornbliss who owns a pet Chihuahua; married couple Mammie (a volunteer and amateur sleuth) & Ronald (a professional farmer) who are joint owners of a dairy farm 2) Murder Weapon: can be either a dictionary, plunger, snake venom or rake 3) Setting: a Vermont dairy farm near a Dunkin Donuts 4) Motive: cold coffee. Include a one-sentence log line. Include a red herring in the story.

Sent by Copilot:

And here is what we received:


Log Line

When a Dunkin Donuts manager is found dead on a Vermont dairy farm, a volunteer sleuth and her farmer husband must unravel a web of deceit, where the motive is as simple as a cup of cold coffee.

Story

On a crisp autumn morning in Vermont, the tranquility of Mammie and Ronald’s dairy farm was shattered by a chilling discovery. Llewan, the Dunkin Donuts manager known for his notoriously weak coffee, lay lifeless near the barn, a dictionary clutched in his hand. The cause of death? Snake venom.

Mammie, an avid volunteer and amateur sleuth, couldn’t resist the call of a mystery. With Ronald by her side, she began to piece together the events leading to Llewan’s demise. The farm, conveniently located near the Dunkin Donuts, had seen a steady stream of visitors, including Anna Belle, a local poet who often complained about the coffee, and Matilda, the dog walker who had a peculiar habit of carrying a plunger.

Dr. Horatio Cornbliss, the eccentric veterinarian with a pet Chihuahua, was also a frequent visitor. His expertise with animals made him a prime suspect, especially since snake venom was involved. However, his alibi was solid—he had been at a veterinary conference the night of the murder.

As Mammie delved deeper, she discovered that Anna Belle had a motive. Her poetry readings at Dunkin Donuts had been ruined by Llewan’s weak coffee, driving away her audience. But Anna Belle had an airtight alibi; she was performing at a local library at the time of the murder.

The red herring came in the form of Matilda, the dog walker. Her odd behavior and the plunger she always carried made her seem suspicious. However, it turned out she used the plunger to retrieve tennis balls from the lake for the dogs she walked.

The breakthrough came when Mammie found a hidden stash of snake venom in the barn. It led her to Ronald, who had been secretly experimenting with natural pest control methods. Ronald confessed that he had accidentally spilled the venom on the dictionary Llewan had been reading, not realizing the deadly consequences.

In the end, it was a tragic accident, but the motive behind the investigation remained clear: a simple cup of cold coffee had set off a chain of events that led to an unexpected and fatal conclusion.

Monday, July 29, 2024

Smiles Don't Fade.

Years slip away fast, but the smiles don't fade. My <cough cough> reunion at Vermont Law and Graduate School was wonderful.


























 

Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Another day. Another Story.

 


I'm thrilled to announce that my short story, "Obscura Eclipse," has been selected to appear on the page alongside these other fine crime writers.

Thank you, Crime Spell Books, for another opportunity to have some fun and create a bit of mayhem!

Monday, February 5, 2024

OUTING THE FOG

 Sometimes you just need a little boost to get a clear signal.



My brain has been a lot like this picture; an antenna, encrusted in signal-blurring ice, frozen by elements beyond my control, engulfed in mists that shape-shift familiar landmarks into hunched and hidden versions of themselves. 

The don't-get-up-from-that-chair-until-you-hit-one-thousand-words goal doesn't apply. I'm still writing like a fiend but with real-life stuff. It's my fiction writing that's taking the hit. The problem is that I really want to be making stuff up and writing it down. I don't want to be consumed with the issues numbing me. But life can get complicated. It's an iceberg/Titanic kind of thing. My writing life was sailing along until crunch! Creativity sank but life's damned iceberg continued on its merry way.

That iceberg took a long time to form. Family dynamics chilled relationships well beyond cold shoulders and icy stares. The deceptive slick of lies like black ice made normal conversations almost deadly. 

You may think you've never heard writer's block described like this before. My writing isn't blocked as much as it has taken on a different shape like the trees in the picture. I want to make up characters and create the bad things that happen to them. Crystallized in that block of ice are good people frozen in fear because of the wrong turns made when familiar landmarks gave way to the weight of the cold.

So, I'm journaling and writing down events and thoughts because I know I'm at a point of transition. I'm at a point where the mist is lifting, more with the promise of sunlight than a break in the clouds.

The signal is getting stronger as the air warms. I'm no longer frozen into inaction. I've enjoyed the stillness of my artic world, but life didn't flourish.

[BTW: That picture? I took it with my cell phone at the summit of Mount Sunapee. It's full color, no filters, and I related to it way too much.]

Tuesday, January 2, 2024

EVEN MY KIDS LEARNED SOMETHING

Interviews and podcasts are part of the deal in being a writer. We often say we write for ourselves but it sure is nice to get our words out into the world, and being an invited guest on a blog, CCTV, or podcast is always an honor and a great way to expand our reach into new audiences. 

Each host has a theme or a vibe they adhere to. I've done interviews that focus on my experience as an equestrian, fiction author, journalist, or social connector. I enjoy learning what the host found interesting in my background for their readers/viewers/listeners. As fun as these interviews are, I always feel they are incomplete, there was more to my story. I wondered if anyone could get a complete picture of me as a person and as a writer.

Enter Candy O'Terry's podcast, "The Story Behind Her Success." Candy is a Boston radio icon and has interviewed over 1000 women including Mariah Carey, Crystal Gayle, Erin Brockovich, Valerie Harper, and so many more incredible, amazing, fantastic women. Candy does what so many interviewers don't; she delves into the alchemy of nature and nurture that made these women who they are.











I confess, I never thought of myself as a "renaissance woman." 

On a car trip with my son over the holidays, we listened to this interview together. Candy asked me about growing up on a dairy farm, law school, my career in banking, writing for BusinessWeek, and so much more. Afterwards, he looked at me with pride. "I never knew all that about you." 

I had to wonder how that could be so. I've never exactly kept my life a secret from my family!

Anyway, take a listen to my conversation with Candy here.