I just murdered your wife. Again!
I invited author Stacy Green to visit my blog today, in celebration of the release of her novel, Tin God. So now you get to learn about the novel, the author, and the joys of a really really cool tagline. Enjoy!
So Stacy, please tell us about Tin God :)
So Stacy, please tell us about Tin God :)
I just murdered your wife. Again.
When Sheila and I talked about my stopping by, she said this
line immediately hooked her, and she wanted me to talk about how I got hooked
on my story, and when a killer line like the one above emerges. So, here goes!
My second mystery/suspense, TIN GOD, actually started out as
a piece of flash fiction on my blog over a year ago. It’s changed completely
since then, but one person who read the piece contacted me to say she was really
impressed. We started to talk, and she agreed to critique my debut novel, INTO
THE DARK. She later told me she was praying it didn’t suck. ;)
That person was Catie Rhodes, and she become my critique
partner and close friend. I can honestly say that without her, INTO THE DARK
wouldn’t have been published. She taught me massive amounts about craft, and
even better, she helped plot TIN GOD.
So how did I get
hooked on TIN GOD? By having someone like Catie to volley ideas back and forth
with. Originally the hero, Nick Samuels, was going to be a cop chasing a serial
killer. But the tone wasn’t right, and I didn’t love it. I just couldn’t figure
out why or how to fix it.
Catie and I started talking about characters. Who was Nick,
really? She pushed me to get to the bottom of his character, and I found out
that he was an investigative reporter in Jackson, MS whose wife had been
murdered four years ago. The murder was still unsolved, and he was living in a
world of guilt and career obsession.
What can I say? I like torturing my characters.
Then, two hours away in the historic town of Roselea
(modeled after Natchez, MS), a wealthy housewife is murdered in her antebellum
mansion. Nick hears about the murder in the newspaper and is shaken. The woman
bears a strong resemblance to his dead wife and even worse, Roselea was his
wife’s home town.
At this point, I was really starting to like Nick. So
naturally, I knew I had to hit him with the gauntlet. After all, he needed to
tie the two murders together if he was going to head down to Roselea to
investigate.
So I brainstormed, chatted with Catie, brainstormed some
more. And there it was: I just killed
your wife. Again.
I honestly can’t remember which one of us came up with the
line, but I know I wouldn’t have been able to nail it down without having a critique
partner who not only enjoyed my writing but wasn’t afraid to tell me to scratch
it and start over.
Then the book really took off. Nick rushes to Roselea and meets
the heroine Jaymee (actually, is re-introduced, but you’ll have to read the
book to find out why). They realize the murders of both women are tied to
Jaymee’s decision to give her child up for adoption–a decision she believes she
was coerced into. An adoption she believes was fraudulent.
I won’t spoil TIN GOD any more for you. But I will say that
for me, every book is different, and everything gets easier with experience. It
took me a while to warm up to TIN GOD, because I had to work hard to get the
characters and then the core plot nailed down. On the flip side, I just
finished drafting its follow up, SKELETON’S KEY, and I wrote and plotted the
book in three months.
Why? Part experience, part worth ethic, and big part falling
in love with the plot. When that happens is always a surprise, but for me, it’s
one of the best parts about writing.
Thanks so much to Sheila for having me today! If you’re a
writer, when do you get hooked on your stories? Readers, what about you? What
does it take to make you fall in love with a book?
AN EXCERPT FROM TIN
GOD
A grainy, black and white picture on the left of the page
caught his eye. The ropelike tension in his forehead exploded across his face
and into his neck. Nick sucked in a breath, his gut retracting as though he’d
been slugged. Lana. She was on the front page of the Jackson
Clarion-Ledger again. He’d been jettisoned back to four years ago when his life
shattered.
Except it wasn’t Lana.
A smiling woman with honey-blond hair gazed back at him,
eyes blue and piercing. Pouty, pink lips, perfectly shaped nose. She could have
been his dead wife’s sister.
Nick snapped his head back and forth, tried to control his
breathing. He wiped his clammy hands on his legs.
Wife of former prominent Jackson attorney found dead in
couple’s Roselea home.
Roselea.
The room spun.
Lana’s childhood home.
A tourist darling, historic Roselea was the kind of town
Northerners pictured when they thought about visiting the old south. It also
had one of the lowest murder rates in the state.
Lana had been killed four years ago in Jackson. But this
woman–this woman who looked so much like his wife–had been attacked in Roselea.
In her home. Strangled. Beaten.
Different encounter. Different circumstances. Different
killer.
Coincidence.
He looked at the picture again. His fingers flexed, aching
to grab the phone, call his brother-in-law, and find out the details. Lana’s
murder had been a stranger abduction. No real evidence left behind. Couple of
hairs, a few fibers, but nothing that matched anything. Every suspect had been
cleared, every lead a dead end.
Nick read the article again. The smiling blond-haired woman
had been attacked in her home with no signs of forced entry. Her husband was
the prime suspect–Royce Newton, a former prominent Jackson attorney retired
from his family law practice. As a social worker, Lana might have known him.
Four years had passed without a lead in Lana’s case, and
Nick desperately wanted to make the connection. But he knew the drill, having
covered dozens of murders in his career. There was nothing here but hope and a
creepy coincidence.
His muscles loosened back into their normal, tired state.
Life went on, and he was done chasing ghosts. He hauled himself up straight and
took a final gulp of coffee, then dumped it out in the sink. He had to clear
his head and get ready for the pitch his editor couldn’t refuse. Not this time.
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About the
author
Born in Indiana and raised in Iowa, Stacy
Green earned degrees in journalism and sociology from Drake University. After a
successful advertising career, Stacy became a proud stay-at-home mom to her
miracle child. Now a full-time author, Stacy juggles her time between her
demanding characters and supportive family. She loves reading, cooking, and the
occasional gardening excursion. Stacy lives in Marion, Iowa with her husband
Rob, their daughter Grace, and the family’s three obnoxious but lovable canine
children.
Website: www.stacygreen.net
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Comments
You excerpt held my interest. I have a good sense of Nick now. Also running ahead, gained a suspect. :)
Thanks so much. I wouldn't be anywhere without my critique partner. Can't stress enough how vital a good one is.
Thanks so much Kim. Hope you love it!