Thursday, May 16, 2024

Why am I Not a Better Writer?

 No, this is not another of those whiny blogs about why I don’t sell more or Imposter Syndrome. This is a clear-eyed look at why I’m not a better writer. Or as good as I’d like to be, an examination all writers should make from time to time.

 

I know I write well. My range that the gamut from crime (police procedural) to crime (private investigator), but I am comfortable with my ability within that niche. I have an ear for dialog, create plots that make sense without being too obvious, and can be as funny as I need to be. I have developed a voice that well suits the kinds of stories I write.

 

So what is it I think I should be doing better, and why am I not doing it?

 

My background doesn’t help. Not that I was deprived of the things that make for a good writer. There were always plenty of books around the house, the high school library was well-stocked, and I was always encouraged to read, which I did voraciously.

 

It’s everything else. I grew up about twenty miles along the Allegheny River from Pittsburgh where the suburbs give way to the country. I guess demographers would call it the exurbs. My town was almost all white, heavily ethnic, and predominantly working class. I spent my summers playing ball almost every day with a crew that ebbed and flowed, but consisted of about a dozen kids; we could almost always find enough to get a game going.

 

We had the usual disagreements, but no one was beating hell out of anyone else, either. The best field for Whiffle ball was our backyard, which my mother loved, as she rarely had to worry about where my brother and I were or what we were up to; all she had to do was look out the bathroom window. She’d bring us cold drinks and occasionally cookies.

 

As an adult I dated a woman who said I grew up in the Cleaver family. That’s not accurate – things weren’t that insipid – but it’s close enough. My parents were social drinkers, and rarely drank much even then. My brother and I grew up at the tail end of the era of corporal punishment; neither of us was abused, either physically or emotionally, nor did we live in fear of either parent.

 

There were disagreements -  we’re talking about four intelligent, strong-willed people living in a small one-story house together for fifteen years before I left for college – but things blew over quickly. My brother and I are close, and we both remained close with our parents until they died on us.

 

The experiences I gained about the kinds of conflict that drives a story came after I left home, became an adult, and had to interact with the kinds of assholes everyone else gets to know early on. Sure, that’s been forty-some years now, but I was already a grown-ass man; these were not my formative years. The imprint is not as strong.

 

Would I trade my childhood to be a better writer? Not on your life.

 

My plots are a little linear, which is probably because I’m not as  right-brained as most writers. It’s close – I took a test once that came out 52 – 48 – but I like to know things are under control in my life. I don’t have to be the one who is in control,  but I need to know the situation is under control. Those two elements make it hard for me to come up with plot twist out of left field, no matter how well prepared.

 

I am also firmly rooted in the reality of what I can see, hear, otherwise sense, or can verify. My life has improved since I made a conscious decision many years ago to treat others better, so there’s a nagging feeling karma may have something going for it, but I am not at all a spiritual person. I like people to have reasons for what they do, even though I know they they don’t always. That’s not such a bad thing, except I write about the kinds of people Doctor Phil makes a living asking “Whut were you thanking?”

 

I’m working on it. I was going to write today about how the outline for the next Forte book came together, but I decided a couple of days ago it’s not as together as I thought it was; it needs a more of people doing things I wouldn’t do.

 

Stephen Johnson wrote a wonderful book titled, Farsighted: How We Make the Decisions That Matter the Most. A key point is that decision scholars have discovered the best and most durable decisions are made by groups with as much diversity as can be gained, for one simple reason:

 

You can’t imagine what you can’t imagine.

 

And that simple sentence, more than anything, is why I’m not a better writer.

 

But I’m working on it.

Thursday, May 9, 2024

The Evil Empires

 The Beloved Spouse™ and I try to be good citizens. We vote. We pay our taxes. We never shirk summonses for jury duty. We set aside money each month for worthy causes. We make an effort.

 

But it gets harder all the time.

 

I think I’ve bought two things at Wal-Mart in the past twenty years. Even then it was because I needed something right now and couldn’t find it anywhere else. I am aware of Wal-Mart’s historical record with local businesses and their workforce and have little good to say about it.

 

But we buy a lot of stuff on Amazon, which is no better and might be worse.

 

We resolve to do more shopping elsewhere. We’ve begun to find things on Amazon, then look to see if they’re available locally, or online elsewhere. Not as convenient, but if it’s not too much more expensive we can’t afford it, or can’t live without it if it is, we’re walking away from Amazon as our go-to source for a lot of things.

 

But I’m a writer. I depend on Amazon for what passes as my career, especially now that I am self-publishing again.

 

Why I am returning to self-publishing is a post for another day; it’s a saga of its own. Accepting the premise that traditional publishing is not a good deal for me, here’s my conundrum:

·       Amazon makes it easy to create and sell my books. Hell, Amazon makes it possible to create and sell my books.

·       Much as I love small bookstores, they will not stock books unless the publisher accepts returns; they also do not typically host events for books they do not carry. (This is not limited to self-published authors. I had the same issue when I was under contract.) I can interview “real” authors and bring books to sell on consignment, or I can try to join a larger event. I did the latter several weeks ago. The bookstore not only did not promote the event, most of the employees didn’t know we were there, so no potential customers were directed around back where a dozen authors were eager to meet them. In fairness, they did pay promptly for the book I sold.

 

So Amazon is what I have left, despite its failures as a corporate citizen. Well, I guess I could write in a vacuum and deliver the results free as e-books to friends upon request. What would that involve?

·       Writing the book on Microsoft Word. (Or Google Docs or Apple Pages.)

·       Letting folks know about it through Facebook and The Social Media Platform Formerly Known as Twitter.

·       Sending electronic copies via G-Mail.

 

That leaves me to deal with some combination of Microsoft, Apple, Google, Meta, and whatever TSMPFKaT’s parent company is called, none of which are any better than Amazon.

 

Fuck.

 

The problem with trying to have a conscience is how much we are surrounded by people and entities that do not. Tech companies are the worst. No one starts a tech company to build an ongoing enterprise anymore. They start them to get enough of a niche for one of the giants to buy the company – or their company’s technology – so they can cash in. I have firsthand experience with this, so I’m well familiar with it. The situation is as likely to change as Joe Biden is likely to appoint Marjorie Taylor Greene to the post of NASA Administrator.

 

I enjoy telling stories. I enjoy the editing process. Writing posts about the craft on this blog. Doing what I can to promote others. Appearing at conferences and events. I don’t care that I don’t make any money from it. The entire process enriches my soul. It brings me joy.

 

Until, that is, something makes me look at the entities I have to work with for even my small niche. A more soul-sucking bunch of Midases for whom too much is never enough cannot be found outside of Nestle, the CEO of which believes water should be a commodity.

 

We’ve cut way back on our Amazon purchases. As for the writing, I guess this is going to be one of those situations where I need to have the serenity to accept something I cannot change. I’ll try to make up for it elsewhere.

Thursday, May 2, 2024

An Interview With Kevin Flynn, Author of Rock Creek

 Kevin Flynn is a life-long resident of the Washington, D.C. area, and served as a violent crime prosecutor in the city for more than 30 years. His non-fiction book Relentless Pursuit was nominated for an Edgar Award in 2007; Rock Creek is his first novel.  Kevin lives with his wife Patrice in Northern Virginia; their two children, Connor and Megan, are lawyers living in New York City. 

 

(Editor’s Note: One Bite ta a Time is experimenting with interviews that deal more with the writer than the book. For more information on Rock Creek as a story, here is the link the Amazon page.)   

 One Bite at a Time: What’s the deal with Shane Kinnock?

Kevin Flynn: As to the character himself: Shane is flawed and self-destructive but at the
same time brutally honest – both with himself and others – and dedicated to his job to the point of obsession. I never went through in real life what he went through in fictional life.  But his sensibilities are my sensibilities, and his voice is my voice.  As you’re no doubt well aware, writing fiction can be agonizing.  But it was a lot of fun to walk Shane into a scene and have him react to it verbally as I would.  He was always my anchor.

 As to the creation of the character: I was a violent crime prosecutor in DC for 35 years. That experience introduced me to a wide array of people, primarily victims of crime, perpetrators of  crime, and police officers. Those encounters were oftentimes intense, and fraught.  When I first turned to fiction I was twenty years into that job, and I had already developed a sense for the complexities of humanity that was deeper, I would submit, than is afforded by most occupations in life.  I knew in my heart that so-called heroes have flaws, and so-called villains have virtues. In creating the main characters in this book, especially Shane, I was committed to each of them being fully developed and not cardboard cutouts. Once I decided to put this story in 1952, and to have at its center a complicated protagonist with human failings, his backstory wrote itself: World War II combat veteran, returned home shellshocked, took a police job but plagued by his past, using drink to ease his pain, and at the same time trying to move forward, even incrementally.  And the vehicle of his redemption would be the case that is at the heart of the Rock Creek story.

 

OBAAT: Of all the possible topics to write about, what made you choose this one?

KF: So here’s the origin story.  I wrote a non-fiction book about one of my murder cases and it was published in 2007.  Shortly afterwards a friend – okay, my agent -- asked what my next book would be:  “You must have worked on a high-profile case that would be a natural basis for the next one.”  My first thought was, it took me 10 years to get this one out to the public, don’t push me to the next one.  But my second thought was:  In fact, I have worked on a case that drew national attention. A few years before, a government intern had been killed in D.C., her body found in Rock Creek Park. A Congressman, her former lover, was a suspect.  The catch was that  I couldn’t write about it. The case wasn’t in court yet. All the details of our investigation were confidential.  And I’d come to know the victim’s parents well, and didn’t want to write any factual account that would seem in any way to exploit their pain.   

 But I came to realize that if I took the basic facts of the case and reset it in the post-war period as fiction, I had an opportunity to write a far richer story.  I could concoct a backstory for the fictional victim that wouldn’t track that of the real-life victim, and at the same time create a  better whodunit with more distinctive characters and a much more original, revelatory account of the city and its people that I knew so well. 

So I went and ran with it.

 OBAAT: As a debut novelist you may be uniquely qualified to answer some questions for others hoping for publication. Let’s start with the road to getting Rock Creek published.

KF: Anyone who thinks that writing is easy isn't familiar with the lines of the Irish poet who said, "Better to get down on your marrow bones and scrub kitchen pavement." There's also some exhilaration in the process: a more modern writer has observed, "I hate writing, but I love having written." This novel took a particularly torturous path in getting to press. When I started writing it I had never written fiction, had never even taken a fiction writing course, of any kind.  And it showed.  The spine of the story is now as it was then, the characters were as well-developed, and it featured occasionally moving turns of phrase.  But in retrospect I can see it was often plodding, none of its scenes opened compellingly, and it lacked propulsive pace.  I couldn't even get my agent – the same one who had prompted me to go forward with this project to begin with – to put the book out the publishers. And as frustrating as that was, he was right: It wasn't ready. I did at least four more drafts – maybe five, I’ve lost count – before it met with his specs, and he put it out, with no bites. In 2019 he put me on a path that led to another agent who specialized in fiction, and ultimately a publisher bought it -- only to go into breach and leave a trail of abusive communications in his wake. Bottom line: I got my rights back, and the book is coming out in May 2024.  My story may be more strenuous than most, but my research of anecdotal experiences suggests that it’s not all that aberrational. 

 OBAAT: Did you hire an editor to review your manuscript before publishing?

KF: Yes.  I actually worked the process a bit in reverse.  Most published authors go the route of:  Write book, get agent, have book sold to publisher, publisher edits book.  My route was:  Write book, get editor, get agent, have book sold to publisher.  (Leaving out all of the rancorous after- business with the last publisher, which came to the water’s edge of litigation.) 

 In crass financial terms:  My specific story suggests that if an unknown writer has a book and has been unsuccessful in obtaining a notable agent – an essential part of the process of securing a contract from a notable publisher – he or she should retain an editor to polish their manuscript before sending it out again.

 But far more importantly, from an artistic point of view:  Every writer needs an editor, case closed.  F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway had Max Perkins, and that’s just the most prominent of the examples that could be cited. 

 My humble opinion:  Anyone who’s writing for publication should be aspiring to be the best writer who’s ever written.   When Hemingway was asked about what his ambition was as a writer he responded with something along the lines of, “To be the heavyweight champion of the world, of course.”  And one last quote here – a long-lost post on Substack – “Good writing is in the writing, great writing is in the revising.”

 OBAAT: You are a relatively rare creature, a DC native with family roots in Washington. How did that affect the stimulus and writing of Rock Creek?

KF: I have to say that I quarrel a bit with the premise.  The common observation is that this is a transient area – and certainly the political class in D.C. proper is – but I would submit that the population of the DMV as a whole is no more transient than most U.S. urban areas are (outside the most provincial, my personal examples being Baltimore, Philadelphia and Boston).  But I get the point.  And as to the question, did my status as a D.C. native affect the stimulus and writing of Rock Creek, the answer is:  in every way imaginable. 

 I wanted to write a book that combined the two parts of the D.C. that I knew from childhood

on – capital of the free world, and small town -- in a way that would introduce it to the public at large, or at least the reading public, so they would see it fresh.  I said earlier that when I embarked on fiction writing I was deficient in some ways, lack of formal training being most prominent.   But from trial lawyering I had one thing going for me, among others.  To try a case to a jury is to tell a story to them, a story that is tethered in truth and authenticity.  And every good story is grounded in a place, and I had the setting of Rock Creek nailed down before I even had characters to move about in it. 

 OBAAT: Which authors are the greatest influences on your work, and how or why have they been so influential?

KF: Here’s the incongruity.  I’ve written a book that’s characterized as a combination of mystery thriller and historical fiction.  But I’ve rarely if ever read mystery thrillers, and I’ve never read – at least in my living memory – any work of historical fiction. 

 As to historical fiction, there are classics out there – Memoirs of Hadrian, and going back aways, the Gore Vidal books and The Year of the French – haven’t gotten to them.  They all join my ranks of Great Books on My Bookshelf That Remain Unread.  I hope to someday read more in the genre, especially the Hadrian book.  But I can definitively say that they in no way influenced my writing of this book. 

 Likewise mystery thrillers, but for different reasons.  With my work life being what it was, I avoided mystery and crime books, not to mention all true crime TV series.  Put simply:  I was living it, why would I delve back into it when I got home?  Where was the escape in that? 

 On the positive side.  My primary writing activity for the last 35 years – notwithstanding the book that’s being published now, and the book that was published in 2007 – has been in writing opening statements and closing arguments as a prosecutor.  In that realm – the realm of making words flow and sentences that sing, in a way that move people – my influences have remained static through the years: Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Camus, Roth. 

 OBAAT: What are you up to next?

KF: I don’t know.