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Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Writing – split personality or not

It could be argued that we writers have split personality issues anyway, what with all those characters rumbling about in our heads, not to mention hearing their voices. The question is, should we use pen-names when certain books are different in style or genre?

Fellow Crooked Cat author David W. Robinson has written an interesting blog about writing and typecasting. It’s worth a look.


There are no easy answers. Authors have to make up their own minds on the thorny subject, as styles and the subject matter differ. 

Quite a while ago (1986), Ruth Rendell wanted to get away from her police and suspense tales and tackle darker, deeper psychological themes; so she invented the penname Barbara Vine. My favourite early Vine books are A Dark-adapted Eye, A Fatal Inversion and King Solomon’s Carpet. Certainly, not all of her readers made the switch to the new books and some felt downright uncomfortable with them. Of course she continued writing under both names and eventually the secret was out. She still produces books under both names.

Readers of cozy crime are not necessarily at ease with gritty procedural thrillers; a little gore might be acceptable, but that too is a thin line to walk upon. Perhaps you should give consideration to the appeal of your work before making a leap. Some opinion favours writing to your audience (once you have one or know what it likes); this can become a strait-jacket, however. Contrary opinion says, write for yourself, whatever the genre, which works too – though in the current hard-nosed market-place, that might prove counter-productive. Truth is, the boundaries are gradually melting away, thanks to the wide appeal of the e-book. You might lose old readers when you switch to a different style or genre; equally, you might gain new readers who love the switch.

Bottom line: write what you’re comfortable writing, and don’t compromise yourself. Have faith in your product. Use a pen-name if that makes you comfortable or if it makes commercial sense. My author page on Amazon identifies me under my pen-names.

I’ve dabbled with a few pen-names over the years, for articles, short stories and even novels. I suspect I’ll continue to use a few, depending on the material.  My crime and thriller books published by Crooked Cat (Spanish Eye, Blood of the Dragon Trees, and Sudden Vengeance) are under my Nik Morton moniker; as will the upcoming thrillers Catalyst, The Prague Papers and The Tehran Text.  My westerns are written as Ross Morton (though I made an exception with Bullets for a Ballot, which is by Nik Morton! [Yes, it does get confusing, but as this latter book was likely to be marketed more at US readers, and I was better known in the US as Nik rather than Ross, I opted for that departure from the norm!]
 
So, there you have it. If you’re prolific or want to stretch your writing beyond any particular ghetto, there is no simple choice; you have to go with your gut instinct.


My e-books published by Crooked Cat – Amazon UK
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My e-books published by Crooked Cat – Amazon COM
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Tuesday, 19 November 2013

The STAC Phenomenon

STAC stands for the Sanford Third Age Club. It’s a series of cosy crime novels, written by David W. Robinson. His first, The Filey Connection, was published in 2012 (actually self-published earlier than that but then Crooked Cat Publishing came along and grabbed the first three in the series and he’s been writing the subsequent novels at a phenomenal rate since (besides producing two much longer and darker tomes, The Handshaker and The Deep Secret).

His latest is due out any day now – Christmas Crackers. It’s a collection of short stories about the STAC characters. It's Yuletide again and faced with a demanding writer, Joe, Sheila and Brenda must deliver tales of murder and mayhem. Who slaughtered Santa? Who committed a felony on a ferry, topped a teller, killed a copper and did Lee really go gunning for a gumshoe? In the background there is the Novel of the Year award and Joe is faced with finding another brutal killer. It’s Christmas, but not everyone harbours peace and goodwill, and for the three sleuths, it means... Murder most festive.

THE FILEY CONNECTION
THE I-SPY MURDERS
A HALLOWEEN HOMICIDE
A MURDER FOR CHRISTMAS
MURDER AT THE MURDER MYSTERY WEEKEND
MY DEADLY VALENTINE
THE CHOCOLATE EGG MURDERS
THE SUMMER WEDDING MURDER
COSTA DEL MURDER

My review of The Filey Connection

This was a pleasure to read. If you’ve enjoyed Simon Brett’s Mrs Pargeter novels, then you’ll like these too.

Joe Murray, 55, a ‘short-arsed, crinkly-haired, bad-tempered old bugger’ with ‘muscles in places where people don’t know they have places’ owns and runs the Lazy Luncheonette café with the help of stalwarts Sheila and Brenda.

Joe has a bit of a reputation for private detection and prides himself on his deductive powers. Which are called upon when one of the club members is killed by a hit-and-run motorist. He feels that it was not merely an accident. The sudden death puts a dampener on the club’s upcoming weekend trip to the Beachside Hotel in Filey, but it goes ahead anyway. No sooner do they get there than another club member meets an untimely end in the bay. He is convinced the deaths are connected.

A whodunnit and a whydunnit, this is a quick read with plenty of chuckles along the way. Joe is acerbic yet likeable. Both Sheila and Brenda are great sounding boards for his theories and there’s plenty of repartee between them, inoffensive sarcasm and word-play. Coincidentally, Sheila is his age and could still ‘turn heads on a grab-a-granny nights, but they usually turned slower because most of their owners were in the deeper throes of arthritis.’ Where Sheila showed ‘tact and discretion in her daily life, both words had obviously been left out of Brenda’s lexicon.’ 

Robinson displays an acute eye for observation, useful in an author and a detective: ‘they emerged onto a broad richly-carpeted corridor, their footsteps muffled in that curious silence that was the hallmark of hotel landings.’

Yes, Joe’s a curmudgeon, but his heart’s in the right place and his two sidekicks seem to love him despite his occasional rudeness; indeed, they give as good as they get. He’s a fine departure from the usual detective. As one character says, ‘As a detective, Mr Murray, you’re probably better off running a café. You notice everything, misinterpret too much and still come to the right conclusion.’ Don’t they all?

I look forward to reading the other books in due course!

So, watch out for Christmas Crackers, the tenth in the series. It promises to be murder most festive.