I spent several years blogging. Blogging about my attempts to sell a book and the success that followed. Later blogging on Murderati on a variety of subjects, many of them writing related, until I was so burned out and at a loss for ideas that I finally quit. And shortly thereafter a whole slew of my blogger friends quit, too, so they must have been feeling the same way.
So the one thing I probably won’t be talking a lot about here is the craft of writing. Oh, I’m sure it’ll come up now and again as it inevitably does—I am a writer, after all—but I’ll try to keep that stuff to a minimum.
Instead, I’ll simply pop in once in awhile to make an observation, much as I do on Facebook. Only these will likely be longer, more meandering observations that aren’t conducive to the Facebook setting.
Or I may simply make a short, pithy statement that sums up my feelings for that particular moment.
And if I do decide to talk about writing, it will likely be about what inspired me to write a particular book or story, rather than the nuts and bolts craft of the thing.
For example, those of you who subscribed to my newsletter and got your free copy of my thriller, THE INNOCENT ONES, might be interested to know what sparked the idea for the book.
The story started to take form in my mind after my wife and I took a trip to Mazatlan a few years ago. We were on a cruise ship and only had a few hours in the city, so we hired a young cab driver who turned out to be one of the most engaging people we’d ever met.
He took us on a tour and, at one point, pointed out a cave which he claimed led to a maze of underground tunnels that were used to hold prisoners over a century ago. “It’s very easy to get lost down there,” he told us, “so the entrance was caged and locked.”
Being a writer, my mind started whirring, and I walked away from the experience determined to set a book in Mazatlan and feature a cab driver very much like that young man. Over the next several months the story started to take shape in my mind, but as these things go, it morphed into something else entirely. The tunnels are still there, but Mazatlan is gone and the cab driver has become only a minor character in the story—but hopefully a likable one.
The changes, however, have made this a much more exciting book than I originally envisioned. Watch out for the twist…