Writers & Respect: Where do we stand now? What of our future?

by Pari Noskin Taichert

For the past few weeks, I’ve been watching the WGA strike and thinking about its implications for all writers and other creatives. (Here’s a cool video for fans to take action and here’s even more info.)

More fodder for consideration came in the form of the Devil’s guest blog right here on Murderati last Thursday AND the release of the Kindle, Amazon’s new electronic reader. Newsweek posited that this little machine — and other technologies — will change the face of reading. Among the suppositions is that writing will become public, a community endeavor.

Does that idea send a shudder down your back? It sure makes me pause. Frankly, I don’t think creativity should be democratic. Though screenwriters and playwrights have dealt with massive input in their works for decades, I wince at how this would play out for novelists — especially if the people doing the input had no more vested interest than $9.99.

When the Devil gave his choices on Murderati, the one that was by far the most popular was: #2. Here, writers would earn massive amounts of money but would get no recognition; fame wouldn’t even get close enough to kiss their knickers.

I picked number two. My answer probably came as a surprise to some people who know how much I go out into the world and market my works. I do love the recognition and the ego-boost from fans. I like the give-and-take of personal interaction. From my video on MySpace, you might get the impression that this is what’s most important to me. But it’s not. Though I may wax romantic about my chosen profession, the bottom line IS my bottom line.

I want to make money.

Which brings me to the mish-mosh of all of those influences above — and more. Something’s in the air. Consider the National Endowment for the Arts’ study about the demise of reading, or all the WGA writers’ blogs including this poignant one from tightropegirl, and you’ll get the feeling that there’s a tilt to the world, that there’s a shift among those who write; those who review and buy our works; and those who steal or profit unjustly from our literary efforts.

I wonder . . . Has creative writing ever been accorded much respect? If the answer is "yes," it seems to me, nowadays, it’s afforded even less.

There’s a strange assumption that anyone can do it.

I think, at least in fiction, part of the reason for this shift is that ANYONE can. It used to be that vanity presses just cost too much for the average Joe. Now they don’t. There are also scads of e-publishers and small houses that will publish anything.

I’m not arguing good or bad, pro or con. I’m just saying that this has devalued people’s perception of the craft.

In addition to this change, publishing houses themselves are throwing more and more books into the market. You’d think this would be a good thing. I don’t. I think more and more books are left flailing because of the lack of attention. Consumers are too overwhelmed.

When I watched Jeff Bezos from Amazon on Charlie Rose last week, I felt a nagging discomfort.

In a few years, or a decade, how will writers be paid? If books all become $9.99, what’s the formula for reimbursement?

We’ve seen how the major studios are dealing with screenwriters. They don’t want to relinquish even pennies on the dollar. Can we expect that publishers will be more generous in the coming years? Even with the decrease in production costs, will they pass those savings onto consumers while upping the pay to the people who generate their products — the writers?

All of this makes me uneasy. On the one hand, technology will help one of my children, the one with the visual impairment. Increased font size for any book will be a glorious boon. I also like the electronic revolution for its environmental benefits — less felled trees equal more oxygen; that’s a good equation.

On the other hand, I can see a day when the creative act of writing and the execution and polishing of true craft, will be treated as if they’re popcorn — plentiful and pure fluff — with no value at all.

That’s a bleak thought.

What say you?

making it work

How do you make it work?

Think of Project Runway — the TV reality show where designers are given a challenge for each show, an ungodly short deadline, a very tight budget (usually), competitive working conditions, an experienced adviser (Tim Gunn, who intones ‘make it work’ several times each show), and the ultimate opportunity to be completely humiliated in front of prestigious judges and a national audience.

It’s the writing world in microcosm.

When you’re under deadline, you don’t always have the luxury of having the time to set the manuscript down for a while (a week, a month, etc.) and then come back to it fresh, able to re-read and make sure that you’ve nailed down the vision you had for the story. It’s a simple truth–good writing is often in the polishing, the editing, the rewriting. There is a scary balance to maintain: trying to improve with each book and yet, get the next book out on a schedule that’s probably a lot tighter than what you had for the first book, when you were writing in the hope of selling. To  make matters more difficult, each book is different, (well, it should be), so the lessons learned on the first book aren’t necessarily going to completely cover everything you need to know for the second and so on.

All of the little decisions add up to the final result, and some of the wrong turns can be corrected with experience or objectivity.

A friend of mine (a very talented writer in her own right) wrote to me recently after I’d finished the second book and asked me if there was a point when it felt easier than "gee, there’s this whole alphabet thing, and it makes letters and wow, words." Does experience solve everything?

Unfortunately, no. I think I learned more on the second book than on the previous one and probably half of the other things I wrote, all put together. I have so much more to learn. But there are a few things I try to do when completing a project to double-check the work and make sure it’s as polished as I can make it, in spite of the pressure. So when the stress is high, when there are expectations (both self-imposed and inherent in the publishing process), what do you do to double-check your efforts, to try to turn in the best project possible? What are some of your tricks or tips?

Here are some (very) random items on my checklist:

One of the last things I’ll do with a manuscript, when I have the time, is work backward; this helps me cull extra verbiage, and makes sure that I’m not "reading into" the sentences more than what’s there because I’m reading out-of-order. (This is difficult to do, I’ll admit, but extremely effective when I force myself.) I’ll also break the manuscript down by acts, once it’s done, and check the turning points to see if the pacing works. Another thing I’ll check on is to make sure that every secondary character had a reason to be in the story: did they affect the outcome? did they matter? If not, they don’t need to be in there.

What’s on your checklist? How do you "make it work?" (I’d love to see anything you do project-wise, and if you’re not a writer, how you help mitigate the stress of deadlines in your own line of work.)

The Kindle (part one of two million)

By Alex

It probably doesn’t make a lot of sense to post a blog on something I have so little experience with. I guess in this particular case, as a new author, I’m desperate for other people’s thoughts and experience.

I’ve always steered away from e books and have never even tried an e book reader. For a touch-based person the very idea is anathema. But my objections crumble in the face of a delivery system like this:

There’s a very wide-ranging Newsweek article on the Kindle “> here.

View the Kindle promotional video here.

Yes, I’m Drunk, but Damn, You’re Ugly

by J.T. Ellison

Everyone stuffed and complacent today? Good. Let’s have some fun.

I. LOVE. TITLES.

There, I’ve said it. The confession everyone has been waiting with bated breath to hear.

I love looking past the words, wondering what people were thinking when they chose their title. I’ll admit a good title can entice me to buy a book, just as a bad title can influence me NOT to buy, read, or otherwise be predisposed to enjoy what’s within the covers. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, right?

That’s all well and good, but I do judge a book by its title. Someone, somewhere thought
this was the best possible title for this particular book, and I am fascinated by that decision. There are some titles that I look at and know immediately that the book is not for me. Some draw me in, make me wonder. Some have absolutely nothing to do with the book itself. Some are picked directly from a line in the novel. Some are in your face obvious, and others so delicate and subtle that I gasp in appreciation.

And I love coming up with titles. I can’t for the life of me write anything if it doesn’t have a title first.

In college I used to pick out quotations to open my papers, and I guess that’s led into this need for a fitting masthead. I’m a big fan of brainstorming, have lists of titles that I keep hidden a file that are probably terrible. I haven’t looked at them lately, because I’ve been (so far) fairly inspired in developing my work’s sobriquets.

Books and short story titles are two different beasts to me. Books have to have something weighty. What usually happens is I have a bolt of lightening, it catches my attention, and I write it down. I stare at it long and hard, trying to decide just how it will work. Does it mean what I want it to mean? How will it look on the page? How easy or difficult is it to understand at first glance? Is it literal or metaphorical? Does it trip off the tongue, or trip me up when I say it aloud? And, most importantly, has anyone else thought of it first? If I’m clear on all those points, I type it into Word and look at it in a ton of different fonts. If it still works for me, I allow myself to acknowledge that I have a story brewing that it will fit.

The first book’s title, ALL THE PRETTY GIRLS, was one of those lightning bolts. Both literal and metaphorical, based in part on fairy tales and nursery rhymes, when I first came up with it, it gave me chills. Then came the frantic search through the Internet to see what other books held the title. When I saw that none did, and James Patterson hadn’t already snagged it for his Alex Cross series, I jumped. THIS was my title. I couldn’t bear to think of anything else. And luckily, my wonderful agent and editor agreed. Phew.

The second title, 14, is very literal. The third, JUDAS KISS, is purely metaphorical. Again, both accepted without a problem.

But short story and blog entries are where I have some fun. See the title of this blog post. That’s a line from a James McMurtry song. I find that I am incredibly inspired by the titles and lyrics of other artists, and commonly borrow their ideas for blog titles and short story titles. I have a lot of fun with the freedom this blog gives me, because I have to churn out a new title every week. And shorts are a great place to let my freak flag fly.

It happens all the time, too. I find myself driving along, listening to whatever I’m groovin’ on that day, and titles fairly leap out of the speakers and dance around my head. The title appears and the meat follows, and there I am, driving along… I know I’m supposed to keep a tape recorder or a pad of paper in the car to jot down these thoughts so I don’t lose them. What I do instead is call home and leave myself a message on the answering machine. Which makes for all kinds of fun if hubby gets home first.

I love that my fellow Murderati and crime fiction bloggers across the world spend time and effort to come up with catchy titles each and every day. I admit, I’m drawn to people’s topics based on the title of the piece. Look at Sarah Weinman — every Sunday she has a great new headline twist for her roundups. Declan Burke is a good at this too. Cornelia Read, The Lipstick Chroniclers, and Tasha Alexander are always good for a tempting title. To be honest, most of the crime fiction blogs do have exciting, relevant and catchy titles. I’m a sucker for them all.

Here’s a few of my obvious and not so obvious inspirations.

Blogs:

To Live and Die in Nashville (influence — Wang Chung — To Live and Die in L.A.)

Let’s Do It Like They Do On The Discovery Channel (influence — Bloodhound Gang song)

Money for Nothing and Your Books for Free (influence — Dire Straits song — and isn’t that the best band name ever?)

Changes in Latitude (influence — Jimmy Buffett)

Shorts:

Jacked-Up Charlie (Flashing in the Gutters — influence — an acquaintance with a coke problem)

Prodigal Me (Killer Year Anthology — influence — my thesaurus ; ))

If The Devil is Six (unpublished — influence — The Pixies)

Drive It Like It’s Stolen (Flashing in the Gutters — influence — Sterling Marlin, NASCAR)

Killing Carol Ann (Spinetingler — influence — Richard Stooksbury song)

Where’d You Get That Red Dress (Flashing in the Gutters — influence — James McMurtry song)

This chilly Black Friday, I give thanks for all the great titlists out there.

I’d love it if y’all chimed in with yours. What are your favorite titles, of yours or someone else’s?

Wine of the Week: 2006 Domaine Dupeuble Pere et Fils Beaujolais

We forsook the usual Beaujolais Nouveau in favor of this "remarkable" Beaujolais. Wonderfully paired with turkey this year, and it almost lived up to the praise from my wine store.

A Year to be Thankful

If you’re reading this, why aren’t you eating?  It is Thanksgiving after all.  Oh, you have one of those families.  I see.  Well, you’re welcome to hang out here.

As I said in last year’s message, it’s apt that they have an English guy doing the Thanksgiving message as Thanksgiving isn’t a holiday that I grew up with, and therefore don’t have any great connection to.  I feel like a guy at a bra wearer’s appreciation society dinner.  I know what a bra is and I’m happy to celebrate them, but the benefits of wearing one don’t do a whole lot for me.

That said, I have a lot to be thankful for this year.  2007 has been an incredible year.  I saw the publication of two novels.  I wrote three books and signed four book contracts.  This enabled me to go full time as a writer, allowing me to live the dream.  I launched my horror pen name with the sale of The Scrubs.  I received another honorable mention in Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror, my third in four years.  And the year was topped when I won my first major award by winning the Anthony for best short story.  I’m used to being the bridesmaid when it comes to winning things, so winning the Anthony will remain one of the best, embarrassing and humbling moments of my life.  All in all, it’s been a year of ricochets as one good event has spurred another.  2008 promises to be an even better year.  I’m not sure I deserve it, but I’ll take it.

On the home front, Julie and I celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary.  It seems like we’ve been together much longer—and I don’t mean that in a bad way.  Life’s been a rollercoaster.  A lot has happened over the years.  Even when we’re standing still, we seem to be moving.  I’m glad to have Julie around.  This year has been a tough one which has kept me confined to a room for most of the year, so I’m thankful she stuck around. 

So that’s about it for this Thanksgiving.  I hope you’re spending the day with people you want to be with.  If not, check the bathroom, they might have a window to escape through.

I’m off to a friend’s now.  They’d better have pie.

Yours ever thankful,
Simon Wood
PS: Just because it’s Thanksgiving, it doesn’t mean I’m not working.  I’ll be signing at Pleasant Hill B&N on Saturday and San Francisco Mystery Bookstore on Sunday.  If you’re in the area, I hope you’ll drop by.
PPS: A reader pointed me in the direction of a nice review Paying the Piper picked up, so I thought I’d share.

The Devil’s Guest Blog: Deal or No Deal?

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by  Satan, Prince of Darkness  (guest blogging for J.D. Rhoades)

Howdy, folks. Satan here. Dusty’s a little tied up right now between holiday traveling and working on a book proposal, so I agreed to fill in this week for him. Little does he know what the price for that is…whoops, never mind.

Anyway, as some of you may know,  I loooove making deals. I’m  like my good friend Donald Trump in that regard. But a deal’s not a deal to me unless there’s a little, let’s say, twist involved. You may get what you want, but I have to get a little fun out of it too. That’s fair, isn’t it? It doesn’t make me a bad guy.

So here are a few proposals. You tell me, Deal or No Deal.

1) You will be the world’s best-read and most -beloved author. Millions will read you, everyone will know your name, and every one who does  will love you. The catch is: all your sales will be through used bookstores. You won’t make a dime. Deal or No Deal?

2) Your books will be a bestsellers, and you’ll make millions. Your family will have total financial security. But no one will know who you are. You’ll never appear in public, never get your picture in the paper, and, in fact, your real name will never appear on any of your work. To everyone, you’ll just be some anonymous rich person. Deal or no deal?

3) You will be wildly successful. Everyone will know your name and you will make millions. You will hobnob with the rich and famous. You’ll even get rave reviews. But you and I will know beyond reasonable doubt that your work is crap. Deal or No Deal?

The versions for the non-writers:

1) You will be an innovator in your job or profession, establishing ways of doing things which become the standard. Your techniques will even bear your name. But only after you’re dead. In life, no one will know who you are. Deal or No Deal?

2) Same as number 1, but your way of doing things will be accepted in your lifetime. You’ll make millions. But no one will
know who you are. You’ll never appear in public, never get your picture
in the paper, and, in fact, your real name will never appear on any of
your work. Others will get all the credit, even though you make all the money.  Deal or no deal?

Anyone who’s interested, just let me know, and I’ll send someone right over with the contracts. And hey,  Happy Holidays! 

 

Credited on Clapham North


By Ken Bruen

The very first short story I had published was about a young man returning to his home town for the funeral of his father

Cheerful eh?

And as you no doubt have realized, I’ve come a long way since

In the joy stakes

It’s a very Irish story — funeral, hypocrisy, priests and loss

How far I’ve traveled from such preoccupations

The narrator’s sister is one of the main loves of his life

Tess, she’s called

And he is convinced she loves Club Milk

A chocolate bar, popular back then

Now we have HERSHEY’S … as we have

Gap

Mc Donald’s

Starbucks

Etc

The story was based on my own childhood, titled

Releasing The Jackdaw

The father is a tyrant, for example, a framed Home Sweet Home is cracked from his fist

Not exactly your Waltons

There is of course the wake and the neighbors gathered around the bed, leaking homilies

Rosary beads are wrapped round the corpse like celestial cuffs

All speak highly of him, no disrespect for the dead and all that good horseshite. You want to be praised in Ireland?

It’s real simple

Die

Ireland back then was shite poor, you had no choice, you emigrated, that was it, and if you were lucky, you got to America

The Promised Land

If you were bad fooked and truly skint, you got the cattle boat to the UK

Jesus, did they love us

Right?

The Bed and Breakfast kips had the sign

No colored

No dogs

And

No Irish

Gary Phillips never tires of me recounting that story, especially when we were in London honoring Richard Widmark and trying to re-write Mannix!

He’ll kill me for saying, but when they finally wheeled Mr. Widmark out

Gary whispered to me

“When they gonna plug the dude in?”

But all in the past

We can travel to the UK now without suspicion … almost

I did one of those charity gigs recently, they asked a whole bunch of people and were delighted to get me, as I don’t ask a fee and to be honest, I was number fifteen on their wish list

I know, the lady calling told me … twice

She knows I have a sense of humor and by fook, times like that, I need it

So I did the spiel and for some odd reason, probably Halloween in the air and poison in the water … yeah … still, though they re-assure us that half the city is safe!

Which half?

I spoke about my time living in the UK

Some of the best writers I know live in the UK

Zoe Sharp

Margaret Murphy

Cathi Unsworth

Nick Stone

Martyn Waites

Bill James

Ray Banks

Charlie Williams

I’m afraid to mention Al, Tony Black, or Donna, as the Scots they have that Celtic take on stuff, like meself

And I regard them as close and cherished friends

So after me rap, a woman comes up and goes

“Why are you so angry?”

Am …

As opening lines go, I like it, say

"I only spoke about what it was like to be an Irish teacher, teaching English in London.”

She’s seriously angry now, says

“But you made sarcastic remarks about Hampstead.”

Jesus

I had made one brief reference to Kingsley Amis’s wife, Elizabeth Jane Howard, entering the fray/fracas about Martin Amis’s comments on Islam, so asked her

“Have you read any of the above three?”

Suspecting a trap, she said

“I read Irish writers …  but I haven’t read you, they say you’re very dark.”

I said

“No dogs or … ”

She was about to go when I said

“I wrote a poem about the UK, won me a hundred pounds back in the 80’s, when that was serious money”

She was openly antagonistic now, asked

“Title?”

Yeah, exactly in that tone

I said

“Credited on Clapham North.”

She was delighted, finally, victory!

and times such, I wonder why the fook I bother,

I’d given way too much time to this crap already but as my dear Dad used to say, in for a penny, and she pounced as I knew she would, asked in a voice, laced with vitriol, I’ve always wanted to use that  … vitriol … makes you sound learned with a trace of decency and proves how shallow words really are, she went

“And what would you know about Clapham?”

I finally got the chance to smile, not something my ex-wife says I did much of … so I grab the  opportunity, said, sans-vitriol

“About as much as you do about Hampstead.”

She took one last fling, tried

“You’re not even a poet.”

Gee, that really hurt

Like the time in boarding school when the superior told me I wasn’t being considered as one of  the candidates to be a priest

God, the trauma

Sometimes, you just gotta … Get fookin over it

I did

I said to her

“Thank you for sharing.”

See, manners never let you down

She didn’t give me her phone number

Which brings me back to the beginning, that poem I wrote, when I won the hundred quid,

I sent the money to my Dad and he wrote back, asking

“When are you going to get a real job?”

And in the that first published story, the father does one really nice thing, almost noble

And the question I wanted to ask was … does one decent gesture wipe out the all the other acts of senseless cruelty?

Go figure

The end of the story, the narrator, his heart shrived (and I’ve learnt the true meaning of that word from Rabbi David Wolpe, Rabbi of the synagogue in Beverley Hills,  my dad would say, "at least that man has a decent job!")

He is getting on the train, back to the UK, and no, not to Hampstead, he gives Tess what he thinks she most loves, he gives her a Club Milk and she goes

“I always hated them.”

L’chaim

Novel Food: Whipped Cream 101

by Pari Noskin Taichert

Lily_jr_black_belt_testing_whipped_ Are you ready for fluff?

I’m not even going to try to think about something other than food this week . . .

While everyone is putting turkeys or "Harvest Roasts" in the oven, while they’re making chestnut stuffing and topping sweet potatoes with mini marshmallows, our family will be buying cans of whipped cream.

You see, nearly four years ago when my first Sasha Solomon book was published, an odd thing happened. I’d given my main character a goofy little quirk. Whenever she’s stressed out — or wants a bit of comfort — Sasha fills her mouth with canned whipped cream. I decided to use the white stuff because no matter where a person goes in the U.S., if there’s a convenience store, there’s a can o’ whipped cream.

Well, Sasha’s propensity for the nitrous-ized light cream struck a fanciful chord with readers. At radio interviews, book signings, my own Tae Kwon Do studio and other public places, someone always gave me a can or two of whipped cream. Who was I to refuse these sweets? And, of course, I didn’t want to waste them.

That’s when the trouble began. At one point, our fridge had ten cans. We had to do something with their contents . . .

The following two recipes just, well, sort of came full-blown into our lives. The testing and development phases took little time before they became codified. My younger child developed #1 for Mother’s Day in 2004. It’s been a summer staple ever since. My husband, who shunned sweets before we had children, has been totally corrupted. He came up with #2.

Before I continue, here are two essential requirements:
1.  Use canned whipped cream only. Forget about the tub stuff; it doesn’t give that blissful lightness necessary for the experience. And, though I adore real whipping cream, there’s a time and a place for that extravagance. This isn’t it.
2.  Don’t mess around with fancy varieties of whipped cream. The cheapest brands are the best.

And, just in case you’re wondering, chocolate canned whipped cream is of the Devil.

Lily_jr_black_belt_testing_whippe_2Recipe #1
Freeze Whipped
Spray a massive quantity of whipped cream* into a bowl and freeze it. Wait. Wait! Wait until it’s solid — or almost.

Believe me, it tastes absolutely wonderful and has far fewer calories than ice cream.

Recipe #2
Embers in the Snow
Squirt a massive quantity of whipped cream into a bowl and top with bittersweet chocolate shavings.** You can grate the chocolate if you don’t trust yourself with a knife.

* The whipped cream compresses in the cold, so you’ll end up with what looks like a much smaller quantity. If I were you, I’d just use the whole can.

** You can substitute the bittersweet chocolate with milk chocolate, chocolate sauce or even honey. Heck, you could put small amounts of chopped, dried fruit or other healthful alternatives on it. But why mess with perfection?

Anybody else have simple whipped cream — or other comfort — recipes to share with the ‘Rati? I’ll be cooking up a storm this weekend and would welcome some new ideas.

LAST WEEK’S WINNERS:
Patricia H.
You have today to contact me at my website email to claim your ARC. I’ve heard from Catherine already.

Tomorrow morning, I’m going to the next name I drew out of the hat.

HAVE A GREAT HOLIDAY!

on character and shame

This is a short blog today, because I wrote ‘the end’ on the final draft of the book (and turned it in so I would quit tweaking the damned thing)… and it occurred to me that a lot of what I do in a final draft is to go through each character and make sure they are articulated on the page clearly, that their motivations track across the story, that their actions are both in sync with their goals but that they also are contradictory beings, as humans are. Strong character development is to me the Holy Grail–I enjoy a thousand different things about writing and reading, everything from high concept to literary–if the characters are interesting.

Interesting characters. Now there’s the subject of entire workshops–lots of how-tos (inner goal, outer goal, background, mannerisms, style, voice, etc.) Tons of good advice out there. When I was in a screenwriting course, my teacher had us do an exercise which crystallized character for me in a way that I hadn’t experienced with any other exercise, and I use the concept to this day: what is your character ashamed of? Nothing quite gets to the core of a person like shame will, because it’ll tell several things: where they failed, what they valued, if they’re continuing to fail, what they learned, and if it broke them. True character=choices under pressure. The choice your character makes at their worst moment is who they are, really, even if they manage to lie to themselves most of the rest of the time.

Our assignment was to write two pages which showed the shameful action, showed how the character both chose that action and felt about it… without explaining that they were ashamed. No telling, just showing. It was probably the most difficult two pages I ever wrote, but I learned more about showing character in that one exercise than in the rest of the entire degree coursework.

So, if you’re a writer, what sort of questions to you ask yourself in order to hone your characters? Do you have any exercises you do, or lists, or what?

And for everyone: memorable characters you wish you would have written or could meet?

Best marketing tip – LA style

by Alex

Pari asked for our best marketing ideas this week and I’m a little late on this one, but one of the most effective things I’ve done is something a lot of California authors and beyond are getting wise to: a drop-in bookstore tour with Ken Wilson. Naomi Hirahara interviewed Ken here last year, which is how I learned about his services, and mostly I’m going to link to that article for the full scoop.

What Ken provides is a fast and furious full-day drop-in tour of Los Angeles bookstores. You hit the stores, meet the managers, sign stock and chat while they order even more of your books. The signed books often get moved up to front tables and endcaps, and the managers usually take the time to introduce you to their best hand-sellers in your genre. You cover 10-12 stores in a day, depending, of course, on traffic, and Ken has a full-day Orange County loop you can do as well.

This year for the paperback release of THE HARROWING I’m doing both loops with Ken and two of my favorite authors, Sarah Langan and Deborah LeBlanc. There aren’t that many women out there writing supernatural suspense as dark as we do it, so we’ve teamed up, along with British novelist Sarah Pinborough, to do some touring and other events together.

We had a massively productive day yesterday, and will be out and about Orange County on Monday. Today we get a bit of a rest – just two stores and then a full signing at Dark Delicacies in Burbank at 2 p.m. (I plan to do all my Christmas shopping for my horror-loving friends this afternoon – in addition to a staggering collection of the best horror, new and old, Dark Delicacies has the best – weird – gifts ever).

Yes, you can do this kind of drop-in tour yourself, a la the indefatigable Joe Konrath, but there’s nothing like having a professional take you straight in to the right people and do most of the selling for you, and Los Angeles is such a huge market that it’s pretty much a miracle to get this kind of coverage in just two days.

So click through and let Naomi introduce you to Ken Wilson – a marketing treasure you can’t afford not to know about.

LA Mix Profile: Media Escort Ken Wilson