Work in Progress

Here's an overview of my work in progress (or WIP as the Literati In The Know like to say):

Title: Undertow 
Genre: Thriller
Status: 100% (Looking for an agent)
Overview: 

After fashioning herself into one of the richest and most powerful woman in Russia, Masha Bogdanov orchestrates the greatest deal of her life, but her relationship with quirky young Daria Poplawski threatens to ruin everything.

When beautiful, brilliant, and utterly depressed Masha Lagunov marries Boris Bogdanov, a high-prince of the Russian oligarchy, she embarks on a journey to fulfill her dreams. The voyage takes her from the swirling backwaters of Russian organized crime to the shores of Lake Michigan, where she arranges a lucrative deal with Chicago Mafioso Bernie Matteo. But that is not Masha’s only reason for traveling to America.

Daria Poplawski, her dad unjustly sentenced to federal prison courtesy of Matteo, temporarily lives at the beach with her adoptive mom. Besides Masha, their acquaintances include a drifter who takes an inordinate interest in Daria, an ice cream clerk with a secret, and a middle-aged man who appears at the most unsettling moments. More chillingly, Masha’s competitors lurk in the shadows.

Someone abducts Daria. Matteo’s men, Masha’s enemies, law enforcement, and others all scramble to find her first. Just as the FBI locates her, new assailants steal her from the kidnappers. Masha knows more than she is telling, but the truth will send her to prison, or worse. She must choose between her personal aspirations and Daria’s safety. Either way, waves from Masha’s past may drown them all.

Title: Dead Man in the Window: A Harvest Games Murder at Ivy Loch
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Status: 65% (52,000 words)
Overview:

Everyone in Ivy Loch, Michigan thinks Rosie Knox outdid herself decorating for the annual Harvest Festival Games. But admiration turns into suspicion when someone discovers that the mannequin in her antique store window is really a dead body. And it's not the only one. Rosie has to find the murderer before he kills again, especially because her family is the next target.

Title: Sinless and Sorrowful
Genre: Literary Fiction
Status: 25% (20,000 words)
Synopsis:

Elsa Harman reminisces about her family - riddled with mental illness that compounds by the generation - but she never anticipates the tragedy of her ninetieth birthday party.

Flash Fiction Contest

Entered a fun writing contest yesterday. Flash fiction - write a whole story in a hundred words or less. As an extra challenge, there were five words writers had to use: dixie, mom, eleven, lies, home.

It was fun to write, definitely forced me to weigh every word. I found it harder than it sounded. I want to write these more often, just for fun and practice. I'll post them here when I do, with the flash symbol.

Here's my entry:

Dixie found Sammy, a salamander. Grandmom had Alzheimer’s, bad eyes; she ground Sammy in the disposal.

I said, “All drains lead to the ocean.”

Kids still howled.

“Can’t sell salamanders.”

Brought two geckos home, seventy bucks, plus two-fifty for habitat and eleven live crickets. Jonathan died; flushed him. Vet bill for Gecky: one-fifty including medication. His tail still shrank.

Damn thing should die, costing a fortune.

Weeks later, Gecky shivered. I stroked him with water. Desperate to relieve suffering, I wanted to suffocate him. Just couldn’t. I stroked him with tears. He lies in my garden, shrouded in Dixie’s blankie.

You can see all of the entries at http://jetreidliterary.blogspot.com/ under "Dixie Durpee writing contest."

First prize is a copy of the new book, The Education of Dixie Dupree by Donna Everhart.

No word yet on the winners. Some of the stories were stunningly good!

UPDATE: See the site (link above) for the winners. Not me. Next time!

Where to start

In writing a novel, there are all kinds of things to think about:

Title
Plot
Characters
Setting
Voice
Why?
Who cares?

I know that.

But honestly, it never occurred to me that deciding my name would require so many mental gyrations.

When I started my consulting business, I named it after myself, M. Kathleen Joyce & Associates (www.mkjoyceassociates.com). The company name is unique, but M. Kathleen Joyces live all over America. Most of them are doctors. (Who knew I'd rate as an underachiever just because of my name!)

So, I decided that my writing name will be Kathy Joyce. That's what people normally call me. (Except in second grade, inhabited by seven, yes seven, Kathys, so the teacher called me Mary Kay.)

Well, guess what? Those early Joyces must have been very prolific, and I'm not talking about writing. Kathy Joyces abound, several with published books.

Do I change my name? Write under a pseudonym?

Nope. It's just me. Kathy Joyce. When my books are published, you'll have to pay careful attention that you're buying the right one. If you don't, I'm sure the other Kathy Joyces have great books too.

Why am I writing a blog?

Writers write. That's partly why I'm working on this blog. I love to do it. I think I love it because there's nothing riding on my words. No client needing it by a certain date, no agent looking over every word, no editor marking it up with kelly green pen strokes. I just get to write. People can read it if they want; if not, no big deal.

That said, there are some things I want this blog to be, and not be.

I'm not trying to instruct anyone about writing or publishing. I don't really know enough about that myself.

I want readers to instruct me, to tell me what works, what interests them, what would make them read more, or not.

If other writers want a chance to add their work for comments, I'm okay with that. Small bits at a time though. No manuscripts, just sentences, paragraphs, or a page at a time. (And no, you can't do a page at a time for 350 days in a row!)

I really want to publish my novels and eventually retire into a writing life. I think this blog, and its readers, can help me do that.

I guess that's it. That's why I'm writing a blog. Thank you for helping.

Seventeen years later...

Like many people, I've always dreamed of writing a novel. And getting it published. Nearing forty, I figured I'd better get moving. I took some creative writing courses, published a couple of articles, and visualized myself sitting on a gray metal folding chair in front of a huge open bay, with palates of my hardcover book piled behind me: proud, happy, accomplished!

Visualization really works, sort of. Not that I would have wanted any other life, but instead of a novel, I got married, renovated a hundred year-old house, raised (well, partially, they're just starting high school) two children, ran a consulting business, moved to Michigan, cared for aging parents, opened a booth in a local antique mall, kept running a consulting business, finding antiques, raising children, caring for others, and now here I am. (Oh, sorry honey, and being a wife, that's a really important one, being a wife).

Seventeen years later, I did finally write a novel. Three actually, although only one is finished. But more on that later. Business slowed, kids grew, loved ones died, and it turns out that "antiques" now come from the 70s and 80s, so all my stuff is too old and no one wants it. (Hah! That's true on more than one level! Not talking about you, honey.)

When I'm feeling generous, I give myself credit for writing a novel when work slowed, instead of sitting on the couch watching NCIS and eating popcorn. (Well , not during the daytime anyway). When I'm feeling less generous, I think that all my time writing has not paid me one penny. It hasn't (yet) even earned me an agent, publisher, or contract. But I've loved every minute of it.

So, welcome to my blog. You can travel with me, see if the dream comes true, and commiserate if it doesn't. Oops, perish that thought. Only positive vibes from now on.

Also, if you'd like to advance me $50,000 to finish the other two books, you can publish all three! Another $50,000 next year will get you sequels, new novels, you name it, I'll write it.

(For those of you who aren't part of the Literati In The Know, like me, that's a joke. Asking for a $50,000 book advance is like funding your retirement by planning to win the lottery. Pipe dream, chimera, castle in the sky, fantasy bubble, fanciful scheme, fool's hope...delusion).

So seriously, I'd settle for $20,000 and a car.