by jphilo | Jul 29, 2020 | Family
Fiction writers, whether they admit to it or not, write from what they know. I’ve made it very clear that See Jane Run! is based upon the years my husband and I spent in northwestern South Dakota.
A major character in the book is Jane’s mother, Doris Stanton. She is fashioned after my mother Dorothea Stratton. The two mothers are similar in many ways, but they are not identical. No character, setting, event, or sequence of events in See Jane Run! is identical to the original. To give you a peek at how that works, at least in the case of Doris/Dorothea here are 5 ways the fictional character and the real person are the same, and 5 ways they are different.
What’s the Same
- Both women helped their daughters move from tame Iowa to the wilds of South Dakota. (See above picture with Dorothea standing on a hillside on the east side of Missouri River near Chamberlain.)
- Both women wear polyester pant suits they sewed themselves. (Again see the picture above.)
- Both women had bouffant hair styles, and the South Dakota wind did a number on in both cases.
- Neither Doris or Dorothea were excited about their daughters being a 12 1/2 hour drive from home.
- Both mother/daughter pairs shared a bed during the first night in the daughters’ new homes. Both mothers clung to their daughters through the night and repeatedly whimpered, “I can’t believe my baby is going to live here.” (I’m not creative enough to make a scene like that up.)
What’s Not
- While neither mother was thrilled to have a daughter living so far away, Doris is far more bent out of shape by it than Dorothea ever was.
- Both mothers gave their daughters advice over the phone, but Doris (she’s the fictional one, in case you’re confused) gave way more advice and it wasn’t as helpful as Dorothea’s (she’s the real deal) was.
- Doris was an unapologetic matchmaker on Jane’s behalf. Dorothea never, not even once, tried to find me a husband because I already had one. Mom’s always been good that way.
- Doris sent money so Jane could treat herself to a haircut and buy groceries. Such a thought would never have occurred to Dorothea. If it had, she would have taken two aspirin and gone to bed early in hopes of feeling more like herself in the morning.
- Doris was not a fan of Jane’s neighbor Merle Laird. Dorothea got a kick out of the real person Merle Laird is fashioned after. She even milked his cow, made butter, and talked gardening with him. I think he had a crush on her because he was always asking about her.
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by jphilo | Mar 15, 2016 | Mystery Update, Top Ten Tuesday
The wait for news from publishers about the fate of the mystery novel See Jane Run! continues. Pretty typical in the book world, so instead of checking email 10 times a day, I’m plowing ahead with the second book in the series, See Jane Sing! Since the last update on that book’s progress, I’ve written her out of the snowdrift, where her cherry red VW bug was stuck fast during her return trip from Thanksgiving with her family in Iowa. I am quickly discovering the challenges of writing mystery novel sequel snowstorm scenes. Here are ten of them.
10. Creating a recap of the previous book that gives new readers enough information to read the second book in the series and is so captivating, they are compelled to purchase the first book in the series.
9. Perfecting the timing so the driver has gone too far down a desolate, gravel road to turn back when the snowstorm hits while leaving enough miles and time for the formation of a large snowdrift, so the beaching of a VW Beetle to seem plausible.
8. Describing how to substitute an empty orange juice can for bathroom facilities when snowbound without providing TMI.
7. Unearthing a variety of verbs for walking through deep snow. As in wading, plowing, plodding, etc. (Your suggestions welcome in the comment box.)
6. Finding verbs for putting on winter gear. As more ways to describe donning gloves, hats, boots, coats. (Once again, your suggestions are welcome!)
5. Cooking a variety of turkey leftover dishes popular 30 years ago. (Yup, your suggestions are coveted.)
4. Deciding what mistakes to fix and what changes to make immediately and which ones to leave until the second draft.
3. Writing dialogue when the character who rescues Jane and her snowbound car hardly says a word.
2. Conveying the joy an elementary teacher feels when she returns to school after vacation and can once again enter the world of childhood with her students.
1. Keeping from getting in the car and heading west when writing about a tiny, fictional, South Dakota town makes a writer homesick for the place where she once lived.
by jphilo | Feb 8, 2016 | Mystery Update
Yes. it’s true. I am posting a mystery novel update only 2 weeks after the previous one. Not because a publishers who received the proposal has issues a contract, though one requested the entire manuscript last week.
Which as my agent, the Man of Steel and I agree is a good sign.
I’m posting this update because I have finished the backstories of the new characters set to debut in the second book in the Tipperary County Mystery Series, chosen its title (See Jane Sing!) outlined the plot, and have completed the first chapter.
Which ends with dear Jane stuck in a snowbank.
In her bright red Super Beetle. Imagine the car on the right painted the color of the car on the right with the front bumper and half the hood buried in a snowbank during a blizzard on an isolated stretch of gravel road in far western South Dakota.
Which never happened to me or the Man of Steel during our years in South Dakota.
But it could have happened. And we did have a bright red 1973 Super Beetle. It was cool. And kind of impractical for stocking up on groceries at the nearest supermarket 70 miles from home. So we soon traded it in for a VW Rabbit.
Which was slightly more practical, but most of the ranchers thought we were nuts.
But I digress. Back to Jane who is stuck in a snowbank without a cell phone. Because cell phones hadn’t been invented yet. Even so she knows the whole town, and possibly the National Guard, will soon be looking for her.
Which is why she’s calmly eating Thanksgiving leftovers instead of panicking.
I have to admit that this week’s snowstorm put me in the mood to write the scene. And I should warn you that no more tidbits about the opening of See Jane Sing! are forthcoming, Thought you should know that the person who rescues her is a new character who may or may not bear a slight resemblance to the Man of Steel.
Which is a good place for me to stop.
Don’t worry about Jane. She has a peanut butter jar full of water for drinking and an orange juice can to pee in if worst comes to worst. She’s gonna be just fine.
by jphilo | Aug 24, 2015 | Mystery Update
Progress has continued on my mystery novel set in the wilds of northwest South Dakota since the last Gravel Road update about Jane and her excellent adventures. Of course, every good mystery novel is replete with twists and turns, and this one is no exception. What are the latest twists and turns?
The first is this.
My agent, a wonderful woman and mom to 3 lovely little girls, had planned to read it on vacation. But because that vacation included entertaining 3 lovely little girls, so she didn’t have time to read anything. Which turned out to be a good thing.
Because of the second twist.
My daughter did read the book and returned it with the most marvelous feedback. Feedback that, if implemented, will improve the novel immensely. Feedback that shows she could be a professional editor…and as a literature major she has the credentials. So if you’re looking to hire someone to shape up your manuscript, just let me know. But I digress.
Back to the second twist.
The feedback was so good, I emailed my agent and said, “If you haven’t read the book yet, don’t. Wait for the next draft which will incorporate the feedback from my daughter.”
On to the third twist.
My daughter’s feedback is as unique as she is, consisting as it does of items like the following:
- Beef up the scene at the dump
- Start the butterfly thing earlier
- Get out of Jane’s head and into dialogue more often
- Make the bad guy seem gooder (yes, I know that’s not a word) early on
And so on. My goal is to have this revision done by the last week of August when my daughter and her family come for a visit. So I can entertain the baby while she reads through it. Obviously a doubly self-serving goal, but worthwhile none the less.
Which leads to the fourth and final twist.
When I am deep into revision zone, my little inner voice pipes up every now and then with its favorite public service announcement:
Stop playing around and get back to work.
I stop and feel guilty for a moment until the realization dawns on me.
This is my work.
And I keep writing.
by jphilo | Jun 5, 2015 | Uncategorized
For the past 3 weeks I’ve been living a double life. Outside I look like a mild-mannered Iowan going about her business. But inside I’m an intrepid, rookie country school teacher solving mysteries in the wilds of northwest South Dakota. So when I ran across this June 2010 post written after this mild-mannered Iowan, along with my dear friend and fellow Iowan, Cindy, visited the wilds of northwest South Dakota, Chicken Mint instantly became this Fantastic Friday’s flavor of the week!
Ever heard of chicken mint ice cream? I hadn’t either until last weekend when four-year-old Brennen, a cowboy in training, introduced Cindy and me to the delectable treat. The chicken mint discovery occurred after supper, which was after the four-wheeler stunt video, which was after the Uncle Shawn story, which was after the tower demolition, which was after the bike riding demonstration, so maybe I should back up a little.
Brennen and his two-year-old brother Shawn are the grandkids of Gerald and Becky, our Harding County hosts over the weekend. When we arrived Friday, they were at Grandma and Grandpa’s house to greet us, along with their mom Natalie, baby sister Alexis and Grandma Becky. Those two little boys were pretty eager to have company and had planned a plethora of activities for us.
First on the list was Brennen demonstrating his newly acquired bike riding skills. He was pretty sure his ability to ride without training wheels would leave a memorable impression, but Cindy and I were shaking with laughter before he and his tag-along little brother, Shawn headed out the door. Too excited to pay attention to details, Shawn grabbed the first pair of boots available, never mind that they were two sizes too big and came up to his knees. Brennen didn’t even look down as he put his boots on the wrong feet.
“How about you boys stand in front of the door, and I’ll take a picture of you in those fancy boots,” I suggested. The little wranglers were happy to oblige.
I have to admit, Brennen’s bike demonstration was amazing, along with Shawn’s herculean efforts at digging dirt from a pile by the driveway and collapsing dramatically from the effort. But the fun was only beginning. Back inside, the boys showed us how to build a tall tower from blocks and knock it down.
Then Grandma Becky, perhaps in need of a moment of quiet and wanting to pass on the memory of her son who died six years ago, asked me to tell them a story about being their Uncle Shawn’s teacher. They listened intently as I described Shawn at age six taking me for a ride in the pick up to show off the stock tank he’d helped install on the hill in the pasture. He also made me get out to open all the gates on the way there and close them on the way back. When we reached the last gate, he waved and his eyes twinkled as he drove off without me. Grandma Becky said Brennen’s face was deeply thoughtful throughout the story. Perhaps Uncle Shawn’s daring sets a dangerous precedent. Hmm.
Before supper, we watched a four-wheeler stunt video. From what I observed, the interest level of the viewers was in inverse proportion to their ages. It captivated Brennen and Shawn, and the only thing able to drag them away from it to the supper table was the promise of ice cream cones for dessert.
Brennen altruistically volunteered to haul the ice cream containers from the freezer to the ice cream cone box sitting on the counter. “Which kind do you want?” he asked. “We have regular, root beer which is my favorite, and chicken mint.”
“Chicken mint?” Cindy asked.
Brennen held up the box so we could see the picture of a bowl of mint green ice cream flecked with brown. “Chocolate chip mint is hard to say,” Natalie explained.
“I’ll take chicken mint,” we said in unison.
“It’s really good,” our dessert chef approved. He was right. Cindy and I agree it was the best chicken mint ice cream we ever tasted. Who could ask for anything more?
