All posts by Toni L. P. Kelner

Festival of Mystery

Last Monday was my first visit to the famous Festival of Mystery in Oakmont, PA, but it won’t be the last. What a great event!

Each year, the folks at Mystery Lovers Bookshop in Oakmont set up a virtual store at a hall in Oakmont, and invite a slew of mystery writers to entertain the crowd. And I do mean crowd! People lined up outside the door for hours to be among the first inside. Heck, there was even a crowd of authors–forty-two were there to sign and speak and schmooze. 

Now if that weren’t enough, there was a tea beforehand for the authors to meet local librarians, and a pizza party afterward for the authors to munch and relax.

The organization was nearly flawless, and store owners Mary Alice and Richard managed to make each and every one of us feel welcome. Plus there was a platoon of store employees and local Sisters in Crime members on hand to help out. It was just wonderful from start to finish.

It was particularly special for me for two reasons. One, because I had copies of Curse of the Kissing Cousins hot off the presses. And two, because I was sitting next to John Lamb, my daughter Maggie’s very favorite mystery author. Okay, maybe I’m her favorite, but it’s pretty darned close. 

Another treat was meeting fellow Berkley Prime Crime author Mary Ellen Hughes, who supplied these pictures of me and Mary Ellen herself, and then of me and Rosemary Harris with her latest book.

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Rosemary

It was a lot of fun. If you’re anywhere near Oakmont, mark your calendar now for the Festival of Mystery. With any luck, I’ll be there waiting to meet you.

Malice Domestic XXI

Let me start out by saying that I LOVE Malice Domestic. Malice Domestic III was the very first mystery convention I attended, and as surely as the swallows return to Capistrano, I attend Malice each year, making this my nineteenth. So don’t expect a lot of criticism.

This Malice was smaller than some years, but despite economic woes, the committee pulled it together and arranged smaller meeting rooms which made everything (appropriately) cozy without being crowded. They even negotiated a lower room rate than what had originally been advertised, which I call handsome.

I started out the convention participating in Malice Go Round, which is kind of like speed dating for mystery fans. Every five minutes, a duo or trio of writers would visit a new table of fans and introduce themselves and their books, plus hand out cards/bookmarks/chocolates. Twenty tables, twenty repetitions of each spiel.  It was fun, but by the end, I ‘d nearly forgotten my books’ titles, let alone what they were about.

And I want publicly thank Monica Ferris and Kate Carlisle. Each table was supposed to have two authors, but I missed out on the fact that I was supposed to show up ten minutes before starting time, so by the time I got to the room, all the tables had two authors. I was told to pick one at random, and sat down with Monica and Kate, not realizing that would mean that they’d have their time shortened as a result. Monica and Kate had every right to resent my intrusion, but couldn’t have been nicer.  So go buy their books!

I was on two panels this year. First up was “Make it Snappy:  Our Best Short Story Nominees” with all five of this year’s Agatha nominees for Best Short Story, along with moderator Barb Goffman (herself a short story Agatha nominee in 2006). So that meant that Dana Cameron, Jane Cleland, Carla Coupe, Nancy Pickard, and I got to talk enthusiastically about writing mystery short stories. What’s not to like?

My other panel was “Wine, Flowers, and Murder:  The Role Romance Plays in Mysteries,” in which moderator Dana, myself, Mary Burton, and Kate Collins talked about doing “it” on the page. Or, in my case, between chapter breaks. My characters are oddly shy.

Of course, the big event at Malice is always the Agatha banquet. This year was a great one. First off, I was an Agatha nominee, which makes it fun. Second, I was sharing a table with fellow nominee Dana, who made up amazing gift bags for everybody at the table. (And let me throw in some pirate items.) And third, the people at the table were great fun, particularly Dana’s agent, the irrepressible Janet Reid.  We played with toy werewolves from Dana’s gift bags, ate some pretty darned good banquet food, and laughed our tails off until time for the grand announcement of the winner of the Short Story Agatha. Which I didn’t win.

Dana won, for “The Night Things Changed.” And I couldn’t be happier or prouder.

Sure, I like winning awards. But I like seeing good stories win, and I like seeing friends win, and I really like seeing a story that Charlaine Harris and I edited winning. Dana’s story appeared in our anthology Wolfsbane and Mistletoe, which means Charlaine and I get a nice editorial glow from her win. I tried to convince Dana that Charlaine and I should also get the lid to the Agatha teapot, but she didn’t buy it, and she had a werewolf strike force on her side.

Here we are after the Agatha banquet.

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That’s Chris Grabenstein on the left, with his Agatha teapot for Best Children’s/YA Novel, me, Dana, and our fellow short story nominee Carla Coupe.

Malice ended with the traditional tea on Sunday afternoon, and left me worn out but happy. I’ve already signed up for next year.

Murder 203: Connecticut’s Mystery Festival

I am way behind in my blogging because I’ve been awfully busy. So I’m going to try to post stuff in chunks until I catch up.

First up, my trip to Connecticut for Murder 203, which was held in Easton and Westport CT on April 18 and 19. I have to praise the convention staff. It was the conference’s first year, but you would never have known it. These people had things organized! Four tracks of programming, raffles, books for sale, meals, and even a special lounge for the authors. Outstanding! They even supplied a free family pass for Steve and the girls to visit the nearby Beardsley Zoo while I was at the conference.

The Guest of Honor and lunch speaker was Linda Fairstein, and if you ever get a chance to to hear her speak, do not hesitate. She’s funny and perceptive as all get out, whether talking about the writing life her or work as a sex-crime investigator or her advocacy for woman lawyers.

I was on two panels. First I moderated “Darkness, carefully dispensed…” with an incredibly talented and diverse crew:  Brunonia Barry, Robert Ellis, Jennifer McMahon, and Jason Starr. It was a vague panel title, but I found enough common themes and strengths in my panelists’ work to come up with questions, and they did a great job coming up with answers.

Later I was on “Reporters on the case…” with Jan Brogan, Persia Walker, and Hank Phillippi Ryan, which was moderated by Alison Gaylin. This was about the use of reporters as protagonists, which we all do in very different ways. Jan has a newspaper reporter in a big city, while Persia has a gossip columnist in historical Harlem. Hank covers TV news, and Alison has the tabloids. (I took care of entertainment reporting, of course.) Such a wide of characters to all be reporters.

The last event of the day was a generously catered cocktail party, complete with music and a heaping stack of door prizes. 

Unfortunately I didn’t make it to the second day of programming, which had the added complication of being held at more than one venue, but I imagine they handled it as well as they did the first day.

On a personal note, the day after the conference Steve, the girls, and I went to the P.T. Barnum Museum in Bridgeport.

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As a long-time circus fan, this was a delight. It’s a fascinating collection in a gorgeous building, with exhibits ranging from photos of the original Siamese Twins to items that belonged to Tom Thumb and his rival Commodore Nutt–they wooed the same little lady–to a miniature circus. There were also items from the many industries of Bridgeport, including Singer sewing machines and Frisbies’ pies.

We did have one mysterious encounter. While driving through the Bridgeport streets on Sunday morning, we saw a lone man in mariachi regalia walking through downtown. There must be a story there. If anybody can offer an explanation, I’d be happy to hear it.

But there was no mystery about Murder 203. It’s a winner.

I’m a doofus!

Here I got so excited about posting links for the short stories nominated for Agatha Awards that I didn’t mention the nominees in the other categories! Self-centered much? So as I should have said before, here are the other nominees:

Best Novel:
Six Geese A-Slaying by Donna Andrews (Minotaur Books)
A Royal Pain by Rhys Bowen (Penguin Group)
The Cruelest Month by Louise Penny (Minotaur Books)
Buckingham Palace Gardens by Anne Perry (Random House)
I Shall Not Want by Julia Spencer-Fleming (Minotaur Books)

Best First Novel:
Through a Glass, Deadly by Sarah Atwell (Berkley Trade)
The Diva Runs Out of Thyme by Krista Davis (Penguin Group)
Pushing Up Daisies by Rosemary Harris (Minotaur Books)
Death of a Cozy Writer by G.M. Malliet (Midnight Ink)
Paper, Scissors, Death by Joanna Campbell Slan (Midnight Ink)

Best Non-fiction:
African American Mystery Writers: A Historical & Thematic Study by Frankie Y. Bailey (McFarland & Co.)
How to Write Killer Historical Mysteries
 by Kathy Lynn Emerson (Perseverance Press)
Anthony Boucher: A Biobibliography by Jeff Marks (McFarland & Co.) 
Edgar Allan Poe: An Illustrated Companion to His Tell-Tale Stories by Dr. Harry Lee Poe (Metro Books)
The Suspicions of Mr. Whitcher, or The Murder at Road Hill House by Kate Summerscale (Walker & Co.)

Best Children’s/Young Adult:
Into the Dark by Peter Abrahams (Harper Collins)
A Thief in the Theater (A Kit Mystery) by Sarah Masters Buckey (American Girl Publishers)
The Crossroads by Chris Grabenstein (Random House Children’s Books)
The Great Circus Train Robbery by Nancy Means Wright (Hilliard & Harris)

If you haven’t signed up for Malice Domestic yet, there’s still time. You’ll have a great time, you’ll get to vote for the Agathas, and you’ll get to chide me in person for forgetting the other nominees. What more can you ask for in a weekend?

Well, Shiver me Timbers! An Agatha Nomination!

Last week, I got word that my story “Skull and Cross-Examinations” had been nominated for a Agatha Award for Best Short Story! And  you can bet that I’ve been one happy pirate ever since. I’d have posted about it sooner, but I’ve been busy dancing the hornpipe and perhaps the rum flowed a bit too freely.

For you landlubbers out there, Agatha Awards are given by the attendees of Malice Domestic, which is THE convention for fans and writers of traditional mysteries. I’m not sure what tradition a pirate courtroom drama falls into, but I’m not about to argue with an honor like this. I’m as happy as a buccaneer who’s spotted a slow-moving brig full of gold and rum, with the wind in his favor.

Being a greedy sort, I’m also claiming partial credit for one of the other nominated stories: my shipmate Dana Cameron’s story “The Night Things Changed.” And I’m not just stealing the treasure of a nomination! As it turns out, Dana’s story was published in Wolfsbane and Mistletoe, the werewolf Christmas anthology co-captained by Charming Charlaine Harris and myself.

Moreover, I’m acquainted with all the authors and editors involved in these stories, and I can say you won’t find a more blood-thirsty bunch of pirates anywhere. Of course, I mean that in a good way.

Like all pirates, I like to share my good fortune with my crew. Okay, maybe not like ALL pirates, but some pirates do share. Occasionally. If they’ve had enough rum. Apparently I have, because I have a treat for everybody. Not only has my story been posted for Agatha readers to take a look, but all five nominees are now online, and I’ve got the links all mapped out…

Now the reason sending these stories on this internet voyages is so that any swabbies meaning to attend Malice Domestic can read them and know just which story to cat their vote for. Of course, if any other scalawags were to read ’em without even intending to go to Malice, well, there’d be nothing we could do to stop ’em.

So here’s some literary booty for the taking. Just be warned. If you don’t go read these stories, well, these guys here might come looking for ye to find out why…

 

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Illustration by: Mark Evan Walker

Always an honor to be nominated…

I’m afraid that Charlaine and I did not win the PEARL for Wolfsbane and Mistletoe after all, and none of our three nominated stories won, either.  

I won’t pretend I’m not disappointed–I’m not that good an actress. But honestly, it was a delight to be a PEARL finalist, even if only for a day. It also introduced me to the ParaNormal Romance group and a lot of writers I wasn’t very familiar with. That’s one heck of a consolation prize.

Here are the winners, by the way. Congratulations to all!

 

Anthology

Winners:  After Dark  by Sherrilyn Kenyon, Susan Squires, J. R. Ward, and Dianna Love and Blood Lite edited by Kevin J. Anderson

Honorable Mention:  The Magical Christmas Cat  by Nalini Singh, Lora Leigh, Erin McCarthy, and Linda Winstead Jones

 
Futuristic

Winner:  Dark Light by Jayne Castle

Honorable Mention:  Heart Fate by Robin D. Owens

 

Shapeshifter

Winner:  Cry Wolf by Patricia Briggs

Honorable Mentions:  Rogue by Rachel Vincent and Hotter After Midnight by Cynthia Eden

 

New author

Winner:  Ann Aguirre

Honorable Mention:  Jocelynn Drake 

 

Magical Fantasy

Winner:  Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Honorable Mention:  The Darkest Pleasure by Gena Showalter
 

Sci-Fi Fantasy

Winner:  Shades Of Dark by Linnea Sinclair

Honorable Mention:  Dragonborn by Jade Lee

 

Vampire

Winner:  Lover Enshrined by J. R. Ward

Honorable Mention:  Wait Till Your Vampire Gets Home by Michele Bardsley

 
Time Travel

Winner:  Viking Unchained by Sandra Hill

Honorable Mention:  Twist by Colby Hodge
 

Novella/Short Story

Winner:  “Story of Son” by J.R. Ward in Dead After Dark

Honorable Mention:  “Kung Fu Shoes” by Jade Lee in These Boots Were Made For Stomping
 

Best Overall

Winner:  Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Honorable Mention:  One Foot in the Grave by Jeaniene Frost

A PEARL Without Price…

There is much joy in Mudville. After the snow from last night was followed by warmer weather today, I can assure you that Mudville is the right name for my town right now, or at least for my yard. But I digress…

I found out today that Wolfsbane and Mistletoe has been nominated for a PEARL Award for Best Paranormal Anthology of 2008. To add even more joy, three of the stories in Wolfsbane were nominated for PEARL Awards for Best Short Story/Novella:  “The Star of David” by Patricia Briggs, “Christmas Past” by Keri Arthur, and “Gift Wrap” by my esteemed co-editor Charlaine Harris.

I’d heard of the PEARL Awards, but in case you haven’t, they’re given by the ParaNormal Romance Groups, an online group of paranormal romance fans and authors. The full slate of nominees is listed here.

I had to be sure to blog quickly about this. You see, even though I only found out today, the nominations were actually announced February 1, with the PNR Groups voting through February 14. The winners will be announced at 9 PM Eastern Standard Time tonight. So I figured I should bask in the glow right away.

Whether we win or lose, Charlaine and I are delighted to have been nominated. We’re very proud of this book–I hope people enjoy reading it as much as Charlaine and I enjoyed putting it together. Thanks very much to the PNR Group for this nomination!

My New Grandbook!

Lately, I’ve been seeing more of my books coming out in new editions. Many Bloody Returns in German, Without Mercy in large print, and even as I write this, the trade paperback edition of Many Bloody Returns is hitting the shelves.

With this glut of new books to hold and savor, I’ve realized something. If a my books are like my children, then the new editions of my books are like my grandchildren.

You see, I’ve always heard that being a grandparent is particularly awesome because you get a baby to lay claim to and play with, but you don’t have to go through labor or change diapers. It’s the same thing with a new edition. I get to put this lovely new book on my shelf, but I don’t have to actually write another book or go through editing. Okay, maybe there’s a little work involved, like a fresh set of galleys to look at, but that’s no worse than babysitting, and certainly nothing compared to the original work of gestation.

So please allow me to announce the arrival of my new grandbook, the trade paperback of Many Bloody Returns.  I spotted the first copy at a Barnes & Noble in Saugus, MA, and of course, I took a picture. It’s what grandparents do.

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Training a Writer

I recently saw a post on a writers’ board that annoyed the heck out of  me. An aspiring novelist wrote:

Good writers aren’t trained. Good writers are born.

Oh yeah? So why wasn’t the retelling of Thumbelina I wrote in second grade a massive success? Why weren’t all the other short stories and novels I wrote over the years a testanebt to my talent? Why is it I didn’t actually sell a piece of fiction until more than thirty years after I was born?

Try these on for size:

  • Good accountants aren’t trained.  Good accountants are born.
  • Good psychologists aren’t trained.  Good psychologists are born.
  • Good auto mechanics aren’t trained. Good auto mechanics are born.

And so on. All of those careers require a whole lot of training–why would anybody think writing is any different? Nobody expects a surgeon to be able to remove an appendix successfully the first time she picks up a scalpel, so why should they expect to be able to write a novel as soon as they get a word processor up and running?

Folks, I trained. I have a degree in English. I interned writing press releases, read slush pile stories for a college literary magazine, and was features editor for my college newspaper. I took writing courses outside of school as well, and attended countless lectures, talks, and panels on writing. I’ve read a shelf full of writing books. I spent a decade writing software documentation, plus occasional articles and limericks. And I did the two things that I think are most important for any writer:  I read and I wrote. For years, I read anything I could get my hands on, and for years, I wrote.

If that isn’t training, then I don’t know what is.

Maybe some people don’t see it as training because it wasn’t a formal process like passing a CPA exam, completing an internship in clinical psychology, or taking a course in engine repair. Though there are formal writing degrees, the majority of writers don’t have them–for the most part, we train ourselves. That doesn’t mean it’s not training.

I’m not saying that I wasn’t born with a certain amount of writing talent, because I certainly like to think that I was. But if I hadn’t taken the time effort to get what training I could, all I’d have to blog about is Thumbelina.

 

 

NOTE: I admit to being cranky today. I also posted on the Femmes Fatales blog about another statement about writing that annoyed me. Must be the weather.