The expression, One man’s junk is another’s treasure, came to my mind when I visited several antique stores in Alexandria, MN this past weekend. My husband and I were killing time before my signing at Cherry Street Books. (Delightful store, by the way. If you’re ever in Alex, shop there.) The biggest antique store had four levels. It was huge. Many items triggered a trip back in time: dishes similar to my mother’s, toys, hats, vinyl record albums, etc. There was so much to look at I felt overwhelmed, and two things became abundantly clear. First, items I’d been holding on to were worth a few dollars at most. Their value is therefore merely nostalgic. Oh well. Second, we humans are producing and purchasing objects, stuff, junk in huge amounts. Most of us have much more than we need and aren’t very good about recycling and using “old” things, stuff, objects, junk. We just buy and buy and buy. In one hundred years, will there be room for people?
I LOVE going to book clubs, but this one was particularly interesting to me as a crime fiction writer because the members were practicing attorneys and one judge. I believe I asked them as many questions as they asked me. It was an interesting and fun evening. Thanks to Debbie Russell for inviting me.
Okay, his name is really “Tank” (He looks like one.) and he hangs out at Excelsior Bay Books and picks out a book of the week. He’s a wonderful dog and reminds me of our dear Otis whom we miss immensely. I think he likes the role of Bullet though.
Please join me for the launch of Crow Wing Dead at Barnes and Noble, Maple Grove on Saturday, April 9 from 1:00 to 4:00.
I’ve been asked many times where I get my characters’ names. Often, they just come to me. Sometimes I need to do a bit of research. For first names I often use a resource: A Treasury of Baby Names by Alan Benjamin, copywriter of 1983. (I originally purchased the book to help with a name project I used to do with my students; we would look up what their names meant.) I have used websites for popular names of decades or if I want need an ethnic name.
For surnames, I not only use common names in these parts (i.e.. Johnson, Nelson, Anderson), but names that strike me from television shows or movie credits, or even paper programs handed out at sporting events or performances. I have been known to check out obituaries for surnames, as well.
My main objective is to select a name which will fit the physical image I have of the character. I try to use names that have different beginning letters, so the characters names don’t all begin with K’s for example, so you’re being annoyed by Ken, Kerry, Kevin, Kirk, Kylie, Kathleen, Katie all appearing in the same novel. There have been occasions where I used same letter names purposefully, for example, Adam and Adriana in Silver’s Bones, so Cal can lament that his ex-girlfriend’s name begins with the same letter as her new husband’s.
The main character of my mystery series is Cal Sheehan. I wanted a first name which wasn’t common and one I liked because Cal is a likable character. When I grew up there was a family of Sheehans living in the next town, and I always like the sound of their last name. His name just came to me.
In my first novel, I purposefully neglected to use names of family and friends, mostly to protect their privacy. Except for Lake Emmaline. Emma is my granddaughter’s name. Then friends and family members alike started requesting I use their names. I warned them that my characters are often shady people who do evil things. Most said they didn’t care. Huh. So, although I can’t possibly fill all their requests, I’ve begun to allow myself to use names of people I know if their name fits a character I am imagining. I NEVER…I repeat…NEVER, EVER use real people I know in my books. If I have used a first name of someone I know, I never picture them as the character. If I see a stranger in a public place that is interesting to me, I will use their look and make up a name to suit them. Malls are great places to discover such people. You see all kinds.
We humans are great fodder for the writer. We are full of flaws and shortcomings doing stupid mean things to each other, and yet at other times we are kind and generous. Our behavior is both predictable and unpredictable; our desires and goals can be honorable or dishonorable. If we were’t such an interesting species, we writers would have no material.
Insightful article written by my son, Shawn. (shawnb78.wordpress.com)
Yesterday I finished two days of REI training. You might be thinking this involved the outdoor retailer, but the training was with the Racial Equity Institute (REI). They were invited to the college I work at and I had the opportunity to sign up. The two days involved intense presentations of research data, fact-based history, documentary, discussing questions like “Why are poor people poor?” and “What do you like about being white?”. The purpose of REI training was to increase understanding of how racism developed and continues to operate at systemic levels in our society. There were about thirty other people in the training. Most of whom worked at the college and most of whom were white. Going into the training, I’d already had quite a bit of in-depth diversity training through graduate school and work. I’ve done some reading out of Zinn’s A Peoples History of the United States. So I’m no stranger to ideas…
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When Detective Cal Sheehan learns no one’s heard from his childhood friend Mike Hawkinson in days, he begins an unofficial investigation. Cal follows a lead from Minnesota to Las Vegas, and back again. When “Hawk’s” car is later found abandoned north of Prairie Falls, Birch County officially opens a missing person’s case, which allows Cal to hunt for his buddy and investigate the strange circumstances surrounding his disappearance. But Cal doesn’t know whether he’s conducting a search and rescue—or a kidnapping and murder investigation—all this as he’s dealing with the blowback from a family tragedy.
Saturday will be the first time I will sell/sign books at a holiday sale. I will be at the Holiday Fare in St. Peter at the Center for the Arts, from 10:00 to 3:00. My talented cousin Roxy always sells her wonderful pottery there and recommended I try it. I’m looking forward to seeing her; our tables are supposed to be right next to each other. Pottery items make great gifts, but I don’t know how my murder mystery books will go over with a crowd that is Christmas shopping. What do you think? Merry murder and mayhem? See, I think books make wonderful gifts . . . and signed copies from the author? Even better! Plus, many people like to read local authors set in their own area. My Cal Sheehan novels are set in small town Minnesota. Cal’s a big likable guy; a young detective who has good instincts and a sense of humor. Because he’s handsome as all get out and a good man, he has no trouble whatsoever attracting women. However, his choice of ladies often proves to be challenging for him. Perhaps it’s because he’s too trusting, or that his family is messed up. But his heart is in the right place, and he’s learning to be more discerning. Follow Cal’s journey as he continues to grow and change as an investigator and man seeking happiness.