Hi. I’ve never written a blog post before. It’s something I usually have my secretary do because she’s more tech savvy than me. The biggest tech I deal with is my cameras for surveillance. But you all want to know about me, right? That she can’t really write about.
So, here we go. My name is Paul Boulder and I’m a private investigator in the Glass area. I’ve done a lot of work over the years to help families stay together, but also it sometimes ends in a split. I did want to be an officer with GPD, and was even in the academy with Detective Ellison.
But, as it does, shit happens. Both of my parents got sick, and as an only child and the only family in the area, I had to step away and step up to take care of them. They both died, within hours of each other. I broke. I couldn’t function. At all. I thought going back to the academy would be a great distraction from the pain and loss, but it wasn’t. I got through academy and lasted about six months before the grief swept me away.
I ended up doing odd jobs, office work – anything to make money and keep living. It was all I could do to keep my head above water and focus on life and not contemplating my own…well. I’ve put that in the past. There’s nothing to do about it anymore, and I’m a strong person who doesn’t take shit.
That led eventually to becoming a P.I. I knew I could never be a cop. I’m too old to start at the bottom like that, and I don’t want to be some administrative paper pusher when what I love is law and law enforcement. So I opened my firm and started taking jobs. Ell will tell you that I’m ‘one of the good ones.’ For the most part I stay out of active police investigations, unless somehow they cross paths with my own investigations.
The case of the Glass Creek Murders is a bit unique though. There’s so much going on. I can’t give you specifics because, well, because. At the moment, any client I have may be connected to this case. Whether it’s marital problems or helping to correct a good kid gone bad, I feel like there’s going to be a connection somewhere, somehow, at some point.
I don’t know what else to tell you. That’s really just it unless you want like baby pictures and stories or something. No? Okay. Well. Thanks for listening.
I hope you all are enjoying this month about what goes into writing, and some of my writing in particular. One thing that’s always a part of a fiction (or any) writer’s routine is research. As I said last week, I’ve researched the size of entrance and exit wounds for various bullets, the various stages of decomposition of a human body (gross, by the way), and looked into what exactly a detective does to solve a case. All of this has informed my writing to make it the best, most believable it can be. Part of that is due to my dad, a former police officer, who sits and scoffs at TVs, movies, and books that add a little sparkle and flair when it comes to keeping an audience’s attention and keeping them entertained.
My goal, of course, is to entertain you, but also not distract you from that entertainment by being patently false in how factual, real events are carried out in every day life. Without knowing who everyone in my audience is, there will likely be former police officers or detectives, former military, and average fans of the genre who know a thing or two about a thing or two when it comes to how other authors have handled these factual aspects of fiction.
Two of my most recent works in progress have revolved around a U.S. Air Force veteran. So I made contact with one online. We chat about his experiences, I ask questions on specific facts or details I’d like to cover, and he answers if he can. The interesting part about this dynamic is that I can send a message whenever I have a question I need answered. I’m not boxed in to a single interview, or scheduling multiple and taking up his time as well as taking away my own from writing, editing, business, and family time.
I leave a question, he leaves an answer, and when we’re both available, we chat or I take the opportunity to conduct a real-time interview that’s not set up and stuffy as it would be if it were scheduled for a specific date and time. I get more honest, off-the-cuff answers and shades of his personality rather than stilted, scripted interviews.
These ‘real-time’ interviews have colored my writing in a way no other research or interviewing style has. The depth and detail of knowledge I’ve gained from the more informal nature of this communication has done wonders for my writing. I hope you’ll get to see it soon!
Has there ever been a time when you’ve used online tools in this way? How did it change the dynamic? Did you respond differently? Did the person you were interacting with respond differently? Let’s talk on Facebook!
Writing comes with research. Unless you’re writing about yourself and what you know, there’s going to be something you don’t know. My debut novel coming out soon is a murder mystery. I knew nothing about several aspects of the story, including stages of decomposition of human body, size of bullet entrance and exit wounds, how detectives actually do their jobs, and a lot more. Some of this knowledge you’ll see directly in the pages of the story, and some is background information that helps me write the best story possible.
Another work featuring a U.S. Air Force veteran has required extensive research into basic military training, Air Force specialized training, and more. I’m working closely with someone who has been in these shoes before. He has taught me a lot, and some of it, like in my upcoming novel, I use as background information that helps me write an accurate story and some of it goes into the character traits and plot points reflected in the characters and story.
Working with him is fun but also frustrating at times. He still uses his military acronyms and jargon when communicating with me online and many times I don’t know what they mean. I ask, or I make up my own acronym and it clicks in his mind that I don’t know context. He quickly corrects and explains, and it has helped what was once going to be a short story for my own entertainment become a novel-length story I may one day share with you all.
One of the major focuses of discussion one day was everyday carry, or EDC. To him, it’s EDC and everybody knows that. I had to admit I didn’t. Then he made a joke: ‘in your case it would be EDK. Every day Keri.’ Haha. As with other things, he quickly corrected and explained. With the new data, it has become a central part of the main character’s personality – always having a certain set of items, no matter the circumstances.
Reflecting on the discussion, I realized everyone has some degree of EDC. It’s a collection of items the person finds useful to be carried consistently every day. There are different reasons like utility/usefulness, self-sufficiency, or preparedness. Keeping these tools close at hand helps the carrier with every day problem solving of mundane tasks like opening packages or changing batteries in a device to first aid and and self-defense. The Scouting American 10 Essentials list could be considered part of EDC.
As I mentioned, EDC is the ‘stuff’ you decide is important enough to have close at hand on a daily basis. Your cell phone, wallet, and keys are basics you’re never far from. Pens or pencils and small notebooks, glasses, a small first aid kit, and even a gun or knife could be part of your ‘kit’ as well.
When I asked how he carried it all, he told me pockets, and a special belt. All his gear adds another 13 pounds! This is where my mom would make a joke about my purse being heavy. She’s not wrong, and for much the same reason as my military friend here adds another 13 pounds of ‘stuff’ to his life: I find it beneficial to have daily. His things run the gamut of primary reasons I listed earlier, and my reasons are more utility and preparedness than self-defense, although that should change. Defending oneself in this changing world is getting to be more and more apparent as a necessity.
Enough about my research. I’d like to hear about yours. Is there something you had to research for work or school? Did I pique your interest and cause you to research further than you needed – for your own fulfillment? Let’s talk on Facebook!
Last week I talked about a friend who gave me inspiration for a new story. That same friend didn’t think I could do it, so, as I said, I worked over the weekend and began to expand the story. I added more characters, dialogue, expanded the setting and added other locations as well.
Starting a first draft can be a daunting task if you’ve never done it before. Where to start? In most instances, the beginning. How to start? That’s up to you. Some writers have a scene in their head, whether it’s the opening scene or one that ends up being later on in the story. They write that scene, and go from there. Other writers can sit down and outline a story, including characters, scenes, plots, subplots, and even important objects. There’s enough data that their ‘outline’ looks like a full manuscript and they’ve only started brainstorming.
The final archetypic writer is like me. I sit down and let the words flow out of me. No organization, no stopping to research or look up facts, I just sit down and write. Organization and facts are for later when I’m trying to make sense of everything. There are sometimes when a plot point is so intriguing I have to stop and look it up, but for the most part I plow on until I feel like I can write “The End” and be satisfied with what is on the page. Until I tear it apart in a first round of self-editing.
A first draft is about getting your story out of your head and onto the page. First drafts aren’t usually meant for anyone’s eyes other than the writer’s (and possibly a trusted alpha reader, but alpha readers are a whole separate topic).
My friend who gave me this inspiration fought me on the validity of it being turned into an actual story. They didn’t believe me that just a few paragraphs of what they considered nonsense and a lark just to poke fun at me. But that’s what first drafts are all about – diving deeper into a single setting, character, or other seemingly minute detail to see where it will take you.
Next time you don’t think you have enough to start, remember that a potentially novel-length story is being generated on only a few paragraphs of fun conversation between friends.
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I have so many story ideas it’s difficult to decide which one to work on next! Some, like my upcoming book, are more thought out and developed, while others, like the one I started last weekend, are still in their infancy.
Inspiration comes from so many places: a thought, a comment, a news article. This particular inspiration came from a friend poking fun at me. Since the idea isn’t fully formed and drafted yet, I’ll hold back on the specifics. It may or may not become a story for public eyes. As I said, this person was poking fun at something I said and began brainstorming their own story – even brainstormed a few paragraphs of internal monologue for the main character.
The more my friend worked on it, the more interested I became. I guaranteed them I could expand the story past their “half-assed story” that they “pulled out of [their] ass.” Of course, I proved them wrong and worked for approximately ten hours over the weekend to come up with an expanded story that includes a whole setting and is getting more characters, actual dialogue, and a main plot and subplots.
Like with any other piece I write, I had to stop to do some research and consult with an expert for what’s likely going to be an inconsequential plot point. This is what leads me to believe it will become something more than a short story for my friend’s entertainment. But with everything else on my desk at the moment, it has to be set to the side for now.
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My name is Angelina and I’ve been asked to take over this blog for the day. I don’t know why, I don’t have much to say. Stuff happened in town around the time of my best friend Emma’s boyfriend Turner’s birthday. Murder. My parents said the town hadn’t seen that kind of crime in over 20 years. Other things are happening now, too, and I can’t wait for senior year to be over and go off to college far from here.
Turner and his best friend Jay – who I liked – wanted to do something fun for their birthday after the big party their parents always throw at Turner’s house. They had told us they were going to Outdoor Guys camp the next day and needed to prepare, so we left a little while after everyone else did. Turner finally asked us to go because they had ‘stuff to do’ to get ready. I guess that was getting their stuff together to go hang out by the creek and swim, find a dead body, and help Jay become a dead body as well.
No, I’m not bitter. Jay wasn’t even my boyfriend yet. I’m sad. His life shouldn’t have had to have been cut so short. Emma’s the one who sort of bitter. Turner lied to her and then disappeared. We didn’t know where he went, and when he called her to ask if he was still her boyfriend he still didn’t say where he was. Like he’s hiding or something. It makes me wonder how dangerous the people who did these murders really are. Why do cops and lawyers think Turner needs to be in some sort of witness protection program? I worry for my and my family’s safety. My mom says I’m too young for that and that she’ll do the worrying for us, but if the person or people who did these things are willing to kill one teenager, what makes her think they won’t kill more teens?
I wonder what happened to Turner, too, but it must be for his own good, or to protect the rest of his family. I hope he’s okay. Emma’s worried, too. That call resolved nothing other than her telling him they can’t get back together whenever he decides to show his face around here again. Come to think of it, the call was really out of the blue. I feel like I would try to reach out after just a couple of days, but this was weeks. He must have found a new girlfriend near wherever he is and wanted to make sure he wasn’t cheating after lying. My mom says stuff like that can go hand-in-hand and that I should be careful when I do start dating. I find it hard to believe that teenage boys are like that.
I’m going to have to see if I can find Turner. Those protection programs hide people in plain sight or whatever. He’s probably in some neighborhood not far from home, living life as if nothing’s wrong. Emma would probably like to know. I could ask his parents, but they’re probably helping him hide. I wouldn’t want to go away without my parents knowing where I am. But if he really is in some protection thing, wouldn’t that mean that anyone who knows him shouldn’t know where he is? Like those would be the first people someone would go to to try to find him? Maybe I shouldn’t ask.
I just don’t want to be on edge about it all anymore. I – I’m sorry. I have to go.
