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Run, Jane, Run: The Plot Thickens

Run, Jane, Run: The Plot Thickens

Fun with Dick and Jane

Oh, my! Can it possibly be nearly 2 months since the last Run, Jane, Run! mystery novel updateAccording to this blog’s archives, the answer is yes…and it’s about time you do something about it, sluggard. To be clear, I’m the sluggard, not you, dear reader. Even so, would you please accept the picture of the school above, in a town much like the fictional town of Little Missouri, as consolation?

First, a confession.

As you may remember, Jane and I have a standing date to work on the manuscript every Friday afternoon. But, because of travel to a special needs ministry conference and an Easter visit to see relatives, I stood up Jane twice in April. Thankfully, she was most understanding and forgiving.

Because I wrote her that way.

And, she’s such an interesting character, it was impossible to stay away from her more than that. Which means Run, Jane, Run! is trotting along at a fine pace. The rough draft sits at 54,000 and is about 3/4 complete. The reason for the bachelor rancher’s disappearance is unfolding with startling fury.

The plot thickens…like water and cornstarch coming to a boil.

Jane has been sticking her nose in places a school teacher’s nose has no right to be. She learned to milk a cow, process it in a cream separator, feed chickens, and gather eggs. She flirted with one rancher on to lead him on, argued with another to put him in his place, stole from the neighbors, won a footrace with a bull, and aided and abbetted a transporting a criminal across state lines and over the border.

How’s she gonna get out of a mess like that?

I’m not quite sure, but she’s a resourceful woman and will make it happen in a most spectacular way. Even though the leg she skewered on a barbed wire fence and the arm she held steady for the tetanus shot is killing her. Even though she has no idea how to slip the stolen goods to their rightful owners. Even though parent-teacher conferences are a week away, and she hasn’t averaged grades or completed a single report card. She’ll make it happen because she’s a school teacher, and you know what they say: the life of a school teacher is a succession of spectacular moments.

Ain’t that the truth!

What’s Up with Dick and Jane?

What’s Up with Dick and Jane?

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What an excellent question! For those who are interested in the progress of my Fun with Dick and Jane mystery series, the answer to that question is long overdue. In fact, the last report was in January, almost 2 months ago–but who’s counting–in which I reported being back in the riding saddle again. I have not fallen out of the saddle. For the past nine Friday afternoons–now look who’s counting–my to do list has been limited to one item: work on mystery novel.

And I have.

The first draft of the novel now sits at 38,500 words and is about 2/3 complete. At the end of this afternoon’s Friday session, the word count could top 40,000. Of course, more words written = more ideas for revising what’s been written.

And I have plenty of those ideas.

The protagonist needs to become less whiny and more sensitive. The crank phones and the switchboard operator, both replaced a year before we moved to the real Harding County upon which the fictional Tipperary County is based, need to become part of the story. More people suspects need to enter the mix. Some chapters have to be moved. Several must be rewritten.

And I have to give a few scenes the axe.

Hard to do to my precious babies. Almost as hard as waiting until the entire first draft is completed before going back to fix what’s already written. But not nearly as hard as writing new scenes and chapters and dialogues.

And I have plenty left to write.

So far Jane, the protagonist, has driven her VW bug down countless miles of gravel roads, and she’s ridden with cowboys in pick up trucks. She’s made it through her first month as a country school teacher and gotten her first grown-up-job pay check. She’s kissed a rancher named Rick, charmed another one named Rich, cleaned up vomit, and found bulls in the playground. She keeps a spade handy in case a rattlesnake makes an appearance.

And I have barely scratched the surface of life where Jane lives.

Which means that once the first draft is done and the revisions are completed and a book proposal gets written and my agent starts schlepping it to publishers, plenty of good stuff will remain for a second book of fun with Dick and Jane.

And I have no doubt I’ll be back in the saddle again.

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See Jane Change Things Up

See Jane Change Things Up

Fall in Harding Co

Can it be that 4 months have passed since my wonderful September visit to Harding County? In my mind, those days of beautiful weather when the sun shone through the gold-tipped leaves of the cottonwood trees seem like only a week or 2 in the past.

But the calendar doesn’t lie. And it says 4 months.

Much has happened in those months. A work trip to Michigan. The first draft of Every Child Welcome written. Thanksgiving at our house. Oktoberfest and Black Friday editions of Camp Dorothy, helping our kids move, conducting a special needs ministry workshop in Nebraska with Katie Wetherbee, and Christmas, Christmas, and more Christmas celebrations from hither to yon.

All that jocularity–and recovering from it–meant the mystery novel was neglected for 4 months.

But not any more! Thanks to a couple weeks back in the saddle, Jane, the novel’s protagonist, and her story world saw the light of day again. Opening the file took a lot of guts, because during the 4 months just passed, I’d convinced myself the novel was no good. I was ready to scrap the whole manuscript and start from scratch.

But the main thing that changed while I read through the story was my mind.

Most of the manuscript actually held together, and the necessary changes can wait to be made until the first draft is complete. With a few exceptions. Two students, whose back stories have been lovingly prepared, from Jane’s primary class have to age 2 years and move into the intermediate classroom. And two intermediate students, who are presently strangers to Jane and me, must become 2 years younger and join her K–3 classroom.

This kind of change makes my former teacher’s heart–and Jane’s new teacher’s heart–cringe.

After all, Jane and I have gotten attached to those students! But the switch has to be made to simplify the cast of characters so people like you, dear reader, will be able to follow the plot line more easily. Therefore, once today’s quota of research for a newly contracted non-fiction book is reached and I’ve cleaned the bathrooms*, I’ll be writing back story for Beau and Beck, Jane’s new students. As well as back story for their grandparents and guardians, Burt and Verna Kelly. Now, if you’re wondering why Beau and Beck live with their grandparents, you’re getting close to the heart of the mystery.

My resolve to not provide any further enlightenment about that remains unchanged.

As does the purpose of this post. Which is to keep the project in the forefront of your consciousness, even when the author goes AWAL for 4 months, and to provide tantalizing hints that will compel you to purchase the book if and when it is published.

In the meantime, stay tuned for changes to come!

*Yes, an author’s life is really that glamorous.

Mystery Update: See Jane Crawl!

Mystery Update: See Jane Crawl!

Little Missouri Fairgrounds

Remember Run, Jane, Run!, the mystery I’m writing? On account of which I road tripped to northwestern South Dakota in September? The one I promised to post updates about on a regular basis? Well here’s the first one. Progress is slow.

Very slow.

My best efforts to carve out chunks of time large to enter the story world and stay there for hours have been stymied at every turn. Partly because of catching up after the trip out west. Partly because of the Camp Dorothy Oktoberfest celebration. Partly because of other writing deadlines. Partly because of an October week in Grand Rapids, Michigan and recovering from it. Partly because of housework and thinking up reasons to avoid dusting. Whatever the reason, progress is slow.

So slow it could be time to rename the book, See Jane Crawl!

The pace won’t pick up anytime soon, since this week is dedicated to much anticipated grandma duty and other family fun, followed by work on a book under contract, followed by the holiday season, followed by…well, you get the idea. Progress is slow.

As slow as driving on gravel roads in northwest South Dakota.

But, that’s no reason to give up. Because the holiday season is followed by January and February, the best months for writers to hunker down, get lost in story world day after day, and write away. But until then…

Crawl, Jane, Crawl!