Writer interviews: Devin Harnois, part 3 (Writing Advice and Other Opinions)

This is the third of a series of interviews with like-minded writers about their writing process, new works and advice for other writers. Today, I’m interviewing Devin Harnois, my good writing buddy, National Novel Writing Month co-conspirator, and beta reader. She’s the author of three published novels and stories: Darkness at DawnThrough the Fire, and Chained, with more brainchildren on the way. (Part 1, One Writer’s Story, is here, and Part 2, All My Brainchildren, is here. For snippets from all of the works discussed, see Devin’s Six Sentence Sunday blog entries.)

E. P. Beaumont: There are tons of ‘how to write’ books out there. Do you have any particular ones you consider indispensable? Continue reading

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Writer Interviews: Devin Harnois, part 2 (All My Brainchildren)

This is the second of a series of interviews with like-minded writers about their writing process, new works and advice for other writers. Today, I’m interviewing Devin Harnois, my good writing buddy, National Novel Writing Month co-conspirator, and beta reader. She’s the author of three published novels and stories: Darkness at DawnThrough the Fire, and Chained, with more brainchildren on the way. (Part 1, One Writer’s Story, is here. For snippets from all of the works discussed, see Devin’s Six Sentence Sunday blog entries.)

E. P. Beaumont: If you had to choose a favorite among all the novels you’ve written, which one is it? and why?

Devin Harnois: Which of my children do I love the most? That’s a mean question. 😉 Continue reading

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Writer Interviews: Devin Harnois, part 1 (One Writer’s Story)

This is the first of a series of interviews with like-minded writers about their writing process, new works and advice for other writers. Today, I’m interviewing Devin Harnois, my good writing buddy, National Novel Writing Month co-conspirator, and beta reader. She’s the author of three published novels and stories: Darkness at Dawn, Through the Fire, and Chained, with more brainchildren on the way.

E. P. Beaumont: When did you start writing? What kind of stuff did you write when you were a kid? Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 17 June 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

They were at the hole with post-earthquake highway, and Erika stood on the higher level, and tapped the ball lightly with her club. You had to hit it just so, and it would jump, and then ricochet off the upturned dump truck, and then the wall of the fault where the highway dropped what would be fifteen or twenty feet if this were all to scale, and then caromed gently into the hole. 

That one was more like shooting pool than like miniature golf, and it had been her favorite. Her mom had shown her the trick. She’d shushed the family friend who’d hinted that she had been a great pool player when she was young. 

Nothing was ever spoken in front of Erika about before

Six Sentence Sunday excerpts in June come from the most recent draft of Erika and the Vampire, currently being revised for release in July 2012.

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Summer NaNo: something is more than nothing

So I wrote a few words, and am waiting still for disaster to strike–because it must, or there is no plot.

Tonight’s mantra: “Something is more than nothing.”

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Summer NaNo: Hold fast the dream (or here comes the hard part)

Haven’t written.

Haven’t written in two days, no, three. The reasons are manifold, but they all come down to the same thing: I haven’t closed the door on the hurricane of worries that calls itself Real Life. I don’t have to attend to it all the time, really; most of the time it’s just the worried hamster racing around on the wheel between my ears, squeaking that the world will come to an end if I don’t worry about the day job when I’m not even on duty. I could just as well be spending that energy on an imaginary person’s problems as my own.

And something disturbing is moving under the smooth surface of story, but the fin hasn’t broken the surface.

Maybe tonight it will.

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Six Sentence Sunday, 10 June 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

In the blue hour before full darkness and curfew, Annabelle and her current boyfriend and his friend walked along the path to the miniature golf course, under colored lights on strings like a Christmas-tree lot; the plaster creatures and landscape reared up strangely in the livid light. The miniature golf course had been created two decades before by eighteen local artists. A missile dangled nose down over a screaming mouth that formed one hole; displaced planes of highway tip-tilted, as if a Los Angeles apocalypse had befallen the interstate, trucks all awry, to set up a very tricky shot into a pothole two tiers below. The final hole was a reverie on the Day of the Dead, where grinning porcelain skulls with neon eyes all blinked when the ball settled into the cup.

Erika had always liked this folly, with its dark suggestions of what might live under the surface of everyday life, but she did not like the aimless chatter, as Annabelle clung to the boy’s arm, and he put his arm around her waist in a rather proprietary way. Nor did she miss the avid eyes of his friend, looking at them and then at her. 

Six Sentence Sunday excerpts in June come from the most recent draft of Erika and the Vampire, currently being revised for release in July 2012.

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Summer NaNo: A certain slant of light

It’s a perfect summer evening here, with the light just fading to red-gold and a breeze stirring the topmost tree-tops as the birds twitter in the branches. (No, unfortunately I’m not ornithologist enough to tell you what kind, but they seem to be having a lively evening conversation.) I just took my leave of a fellow-writer whose blog I helped to set up, along with a junior colleague who’s getting a cram course in the visual genre conventions of book cover design.

It’s been a full day.

The interview with Leonie that I’d planned for last night actually took place this morning between ten and ten-thirty, and this afternoon I did some additional research on the visual look of ocean-liners of the 1910s. There’s a wealth of material, of course, on the doomed Titanic, which much resembles a floating hotel. (Its sister-ship Olympic was the first to feature an on-board swimming pool.) I’m scaling it back, but Leonie is sitting at supper in a room that doesn’t look too different from a business-class hotel restaurant.

I have no illusions that the result of this month’s labors will be anything more than a Zero Draft, which is to say a suggestive pile of raw materials and a notion of a plot. The real novel will be built assuming all that.

Meanwhile, I have vicarious indigestion thinking about the heaviness of the fare. The Edwardians did not have our notions of the abstemious life, let us say. And I’ve been something of a glutton myself, with the amount of work I’ve crammed into this summer day. Now for a moment of respite, relaxing and listening to the avian neighbors’ conversation or dispute, before I do the next bout: Leonie’s definition of love, in great detail.

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Summer NaNo: The time machine (a bit of research)

The Summer NaNo isn’t so much a novel as the groundwork for one, as I take the challenge of playing the 30-question character questionnaire against a plot skeleton. Today I’m to ask Leonie what she ate today, in great detail.

She’s presently on an ocean-going steamship, en route from England to New York City, some time in 1916. I looked up the dinner menus from the Titanic (1913), then read a bit about theWhite Star Line, and its rival, the Cunard Line (the former distinguished by the luxury of accommodations, the latter by rapidity of transit) and decided that it had to be a Cunard liner. Leonie is a courier accompanying a shipment of paintings to a very wealthy buyer who wants to enjoy his new acquisition as soon as possible. I guessed that wartime conditions would have reduced the luxury standard, and got lucky with a Google search on Cunard dinner menus from 1915-1916.

Then I read about the Academie Julian, whose students included artists as various as John Singer Sargent, Marie Bashkirtseff, Robert Henri, and Diego Rivera. Very definitely our Leonie did her training there, as it was one of the few French art schools that admitted women at the time. There was a lovely labyrinth, too, in which I learned more about the works of all of the above, and began reading Bashkirtseff’s famous diary, which Leonie would have read as a young teenager.

All of which confirmed, of course, my initial guess: she is dining on roast beef, potatoes and horseradish, in the second-class dining room, while thinking about the light on the cutlery and the still-life that meal would make.

The fun part, of course, is confirming that answer. Now I’m off to finish the interview and to find out what else is lurking behind the unwritten page.

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Six Sentence Sunday, 3 June 2012 (Erika and the Vampire)

“We saw it and then we got called away.” 

What she didn’t say: “You be careful. Night’s no time to be out.”

Erika had overheard enough about those burnings, and they were girls her age, sometimes boys but more often girls, and sometimes the disappeared was someone from school. They’d learned to do the math and keep their mouths shut. The teachers certainly never talked about it. Someone would be gone and then the cheery surface would close over them and it would be, “Turn to page 68 for the reading.” 

Sunday excerpts in June come from Erika and the Vampire, available in July.

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