Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Emma Jameson knows exactly why you should read Blue Blooded

 
 
Blue Blooded on Amazon
 
  
I had the opportunity to sit down for chat with one of my favorite mystery writers, who's turned out to be one of my favorite people. Emma Jameson is the  New York Times Bestselling  author of the Lord & Lady Hetheridge series and the delightful Benjamin Bones series. Besides enjoying watching TV, drinking coffee, and herding cats, we're both comic and Sci-Fi nerds and suckers for all things British.  We'll talk about her fresh new mystery Blue Blooded and a potentially sinister reason that we're so much alike.

 


 










This may or may not be an actual image of me preparing to interview Emma.
 
 
If you don't know me yet, I'm Cyn Mackley, the soon-to-be bestselling author of the Goode-Grace Mysteries, Martha Garrett Mysteries, and Ballardville Mysteries.
 
 
Cyn: I'm just a little excited here. Normally, sentences that start with I met someone on the Internet don't turn out so well. But it's working for us.
 
Emma: You are legitimately one of the funniest people I know, on or off line.
 
Cyn: I want to talk about your new book Blue Blooded, which is a great book. I'm going to give you an exercise I used when teaching people to write promotions. Give me three words on what it's about and three words why I should read it. I'm willing to take a sentence since you're used to writing long-form.
 
Emma: I'm thinking...
 
Cyn: Surprise writing exercise!
 
Emma:  Thanks for complimenting my book. Readers who read the dedication will see your name. I value your input, and on this book, you were a lifesaver.  
 
What it's about: Hetheridge's toughest challenge
Why you should read it: Danger, wit, and romance
 
Cyn: Boom!  You're good at this. As you know, I'm a die-hard Anglophile but I had no idea that you weren't English when I read the first three books. And I usually have an eagle eye for that stuff.
 
Emma:  What got you started down that path?
 
Me: TV shows. Space 1999, Doctor Who, Brit comedies on PBS. Movies to some degree. But mostly TV shows. Later it was books. But TV was the start.
 
Emma: I am not sure what got me started. Various memories come back to me. I think perhaps I got the idea from certain favorite fairy tales and Disney movies, that everything interesting happened in England. Dr. Doolittle was English. Peter Pan had the kids flying past Big Ben. Robin Hood and King Arthur. 

Then when I was a little older, the Brit TV shows on PBS had a big impact. Shows like Butterflies and All Creatures Great and Small. And my favorite book, The Once and Future King, is the quintessential King Arthur retelling. (Unless you want to argue that it's The Mists of Avalon, which is in my top ten.)
 
Me: One particular Disney movie I remember is Thomasina. And Haley Mills movies.
 
Emma:  We really are one person, though. I loved Thomasina and Haley Mills movies in general.
 
Cyn:  You have to do so much research about every area of life. From what to call a bag of snacks to police procedure. It's like the books I set in the Midwest are running on a treadmill and you added a bunch of weight to the workout.
 
Emma: Yeah, it's a big challenge. But it also scratches that strange Anglophile itch by putting me smack in the place I love. Tony Hetheridge paid for my first two trips to England, and Dr. Bones covered the third. My detectives made my real-life dreams come true. Talk about something to be grateful for. When I really stop and think about it, I'm overwhelmed. I have to give a shout-out to indie publishing. Every legacy publisher, big and small, turned down ICE BLUE (Hetheridge #1) and it languished in a drawer for 4 years. Amazon Kindle and Nook come along (soon to be followed by iBooks, Kobo, and Google Play Books) and suddenly my book is going straight to the people, and they want more. This is the best time for emerging writers to reach for that brass ring.
 
I've ticked off readers by getting little English details wrong. I've been guilty of calling that carry-all ladies sling over their shoulder a "purse" instead of a handbag. And I referred to "tap pants," which apparently are just satin boy shorts.
 
I remember after I published MARRIAGE CAN BE MURDER, I mentioned a stoplight in Birdswing. A very nice English lady, frequent visitor to Cornwall, said that couldn't be right because they have so few stoplights NOW, much less in 1939.
 
Cyn:  I once said in a book that Ohio was east of Pennsylvania. And I live in Ohio.
 
Emma:  These days, what with software advances, it's easy for me to take these corrections on board and update the books for the next crop of readers. So by and large, the error flags are improving my books bit by bit. And I will never forget roundabouts, having lived them.
 
Cyn:  They are on this kick to add them to Ohio. They've put a bunch of them in here.
 
Emma: Lord, I don't know. I foresee a steep learning curve.
 
Cyn: Sometimes, the drivers look like people who can't get out of a revolving door. Speaking of driving problems --  Fun Fact:  We both wrote a book in which the main character gets mowed down in the first couple of pages. (Check out Emma's book MARRIAGE CAN BE MURDER.)
 
Emma: I know! I am embarking on that book. (KILLER CLOWNS FROM OUT OF STATE.) I love how you named the sheriff after Andy Taylor of Mayberry. The Andy Griffith Show is still one of my all-time favorites.

Cyn: Aunt Bea's pickles!  Best. TV. Episode. Ever.
 
Emma: Yes! I think you're right.
 
Cyn:  Again, we're the same person. We can't be separated at birth because I'm three years older. Do you think it was some kind of Boys from Brazil type experiment to create mystery writers?
 
Emma: I may be your clone. One of these days, you should write an English murder mystery and I'll write a Midwest (or perhaps Southern) small town mystery. And if the DNA holds, we'll both do well.
 
Cyn: Since you're probably feeling all happy and satisfied at completing Blue Blooded, let me remind you that there's always more to do by asking, "What's next?"  Besides a nap and Netflix.
 
Emma:  Well. Since you asked... I am in the planning stages of Bones #3, Friendship Can Be Fatal. But it seems like the Muse has something else she'd like me to attend to. I couldn't sleep last night for thinking about it. No details can be shared yet, but the title is BLUE CHRISTMAS.
 
Cyn --- well, I'm going to stop here because Emma and I got into a big long conversation where I tried to convince her that she needs to catch up on 55 years of Doctor Who for research purposes. Emma's off to watch Blue Blooded climb the mystery charts and I actually have to put in work on that Killer Clowns From Out of State sequel.
 
Links you need to know:
 
Emma Jameson's website -  http://emmajamesonbooks.com/
Emma Jameson on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/emmajamesonbooks/
Emma Jameson's books on Amazon - http://amzn.to/2owdA1o
 
Cyn Mackley's website - www.cynmackley.com
Cyn Mackley on Facebook - www.facebook.com/writercynmackley
Cyn Mackley's books on Amazon - http://amzn.to/2owyn4I
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, February 26, 2018

The first line I ever wrote...

That title might be a bit misleading. But I spent a couple of decades in TV news, so I know that a headline is important. This isn't my first piece of writing. Or even the first mystery I started to write. It's the first one I finished. The one that happened when I sat down and wrote the damn book to the end.  I can remember finishing it late one Sunday night and running upstairs to wake my husband with the news. That was 20 years ago.  This book was only seen by a few devoted friends. They received it three pages at a time. Many of them still have a copy in a 3-ring binder.

I've been thinking about these books. I spent years writing the sequels. There are at least 25 of them. Lots of writing. Zero editing. Now I think they make interesting period pieces. The characters have started wandering into my other work. I think they want out.  So here's the beginning paragraphs of the first book I ever finished. This is the big bang of the universe that the characters in my current novels live in. It's the same world. 

Set in the year 2000, the main character is Thomas Nakamatsu, a college professor in Bowling Green, Ohio whose life is about to change drastically in the new millennium. Interestingly enough, Thomas had a side-hustle explaining technology to senior citizens and working in news. At the time I wrote this, neither of these thing were even on my radar. Shortly after writing the first five of these novels, I went to work in TV news. Then 12 or so years later, I got a job explaining tech to senior citizens. Now I run a website dedicated to making tech easier for everyone.  This is still my favorite opening line of a book ever.


 He shot me.  I can't believe the stupid bastard shot me. Right after he called me a redneck samurai. What does that even mean? Is it anything like a NASCAR Ninja? It was the very definition of adding insult to injury.  Okay, if I was thinking this, apparently I was still alive.  And it smelled like a hospital.  That awful combination of sickness and disinfectant. 

She was there, too.  I smelled Mom's perfume.  There was no mistaking that, and I heard the click of her heels.  I'd never heard another walk that sounded that way. Everything was going to be all right. When Mom showed up, it was all under control.   

"Thomas?"  I heard her say and I felt her take my hand.  "Thomas Michael Nakamatsu, do you hear me?"  My full name, usually only spoken when I was in serious trouble, I hoped I wasn't grounded.

I fought to open my eyes and tried to say "Mom", but I think it came out "Mommy," Which was weird, ‘cause I’d never called her Mommy.

“Happy New Year, Baby," she said.  I finally got my eyes open.  It took awhile to focus on her.  Impossibly tiny with the biggest, blondest hair in the world.

The titanium magnolia.  She had the forced smile of someone who didn't want me to know how bad off I was.  "You're okay, baby, you're gonna be okay."

"He shot me,"  I croaked.  It was kind of frightening how weak I sounded. The voice didn’t seem like my own. I hurt. I hurt like hell.

"I know."  She was trying not to cry.  "Don't that beat all."

I wanted to say more, but it was just too damn hard. 

She kissed my forehead.  "Your Daddy is just getting something to eat.  He'll be right back any second now.  Samantha went home to change clothes.  But she didn't leave till they said you were stable and she's coming right back."

"Where..." I managed to get out.

"Were you shot?"  Apparently she could tell that wasn't what I meant by my eyes, cause I swear I couldn't move anything else. "Where are you?  Medical College of Ohio in Toledo.  Everyone says it’s an excellent hospital.  You got to take a helicopter ride to the hospital and everything."  

I must have been waking up. I could feel needles and tubes and I was so damn thirsty and someone had shot me. And everything hurt. 

"Look who's awake," Mom said to someone.  Then Dad was standing there looking ten years older that he did when...  two days ago, three, a week?  I didn't know.  He looked so godawful afraid, so unlike himself. There was always a kind of cockiness about Dad, like he knew that he could kick the ass of whatever life tried to throw in his way. It was gone.

"I'm okay, Dad,"  my pathetic little voice said.

He put his hand over Mom's on mine and started to cry.  I hadn't seen him cry in 26 years or so. 

Everything had been going so well until the idiot shot me. I guess I should have seen it coming. It was just like on television. It’s always the least likely person whose name you can remember.