Please
welcome author Kris Lackey to the blog today. Coming this summer is Ten-Acre
Rock. This is the fourth book in the Bill Maytubby and Hannah
Bond Mystery series.
Writer’s
Haven or Hell? by Kris Lackey
Promotions come to me from writers’
retreats. You’ve seen the places—rustic
cabins on coastal islands in Maine, rustic cabins in the Georgia pines, rustic
cabins perched on Montana scree. Many of them have no electricity. They all promise the same things—isolation
and silence. For a week, a month,
or—horrors!—months. They all send a bolt
of terror down my spine.
Some of my writer friends seek out these
hermit cells and thrive there, writing like a house (sorry, cabin) afire. I am happy for them. But how anyone can write in silence and
isolation is beyond the powers of my imagination. It’s lonely.
It’s boring. I swear, I would
bust out of that cabin before lunch the first day, walk to the nearest road,
and hitchhike to a café or diner so I could get some work done.
Give me the coffee shop’s hushed convos,
the old C&W ballads on speakers turned low, the hiss of the steam wand. And
throw in a half dozen college-town baristas—Russian language students, math
theory majors, painters, gym rats. They can answer more questions than
Google. “What is this called?” I ask the
painter as I point to the edge of my palm.
“That’s the blade of your hand. I
learned that in figure drawing.” I knew
that once but could never have recalled it in a million years.
Also, because I am old and often write about
younger characters, I have to ask how they describe lowering a car window
nowadays (they “put it down”) and what to call the meat you put in a hot dog (“hot
dog”—never the “weiner” or “weenie” of my youth, for obvious reasons). They still know the Three Stooges!
Before COVID I wrote three of my four
Maytubby-Bond crime novels, published by Blackstone, in two Norman, Oklahoma,
coffee shops, mostly the Gray Owl.
Working in two daily shifts of seventy-five minutes, awash in human
white-noise, I finished each in two years.
Good to know I’m not alone. Richard Russo, whose novels I love, writes in
New England diners. My friend and fellow
Oklahoma City novelist, the Edgar-winner Lou Berney, writes in coffee shops.
Then COVID shut down the coffee
shops.
I took to walking long distances every
day, coming home to a silent study—the dread retreat cabin--to work on the
fourth novel. YouTube offered a trove of
ambient coffee house sounds, which I launched each afternoon at five. My favorites were from Japan and
Holland: I could not understand what
people were saying. All the better. The clinking of spoons and clattering of
saucers still cast their calming spell. (There
is one startling moment in the Dutch shop when someone—a barista I guess—says,
“Roger, you have a cappuccino.”)
And for the first time I drank some alcohol—vodka
and tonic—as I wrote during my ante-pandemic happy hour. My editor and early
readers of the fourth novel, Ten-Acre Rock, have not found
anything awry. Nevertheless, I’m back to writing on caffeine solamente.
So, from my perch at the Gray Owl, here’s
to my friends who write to the sounds of bustle and gab, steam-wands and Hank
Williams!
Kris Lackey is the author of the Chickasaw Nation Mysteries, featuring tribal policeman Bill Maytubby and deputy sheriff Hannah Bond. The fourth in the series, Ten-Acre Rock, appears July 7, 2023. Kris lives in Norman, Oklahoma.
2 comments:
Everyone has their own way of creating. I guess writing in a coffee shop works well for you. I honestly like to work at home in a quiet corner without any distractions.
I used to write sometimes when Sandi had a private room in the chemo infusion area or her hospital room. EKG machines and the IV machines with their beeps did not bother me unless something went wrong.
But, in general, I have never been able to write in a coffee shop, anywhere noisy, or at home with the music on. I need the quiet. I always needed that. With her passed, it is way harder now as the quiet brings thoughts of her, memories and such, and that noise in my head never stops.
Even reading things by others does not stop that noise. I suspect that is why I am a way slower reader now as I find it hard to concentrate on the story. I use the TV to drown it out with a little more success, but not much. I often have to rewind and watch something a second time as I zoned out during the first pass.
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