Showing posts with label Maggie Toussaint. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maggie Toussaint. Show all posts

Monday, July 9, 2012

Make Them Care


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My guest this week is Maggie Toussaint, author of Death, Island Style,  Murder in the Buff, Muddy Waters, and other mystery, suspense, and romance novels.
A tree falls in the woods. Do you care? Perhaps, but what if there was a nest of an endangered birds in the top? Do you care now?
That might be enough to reel some readers in, but the biggest grab of all is to put people in the mix. If people are in harm’s way, readers are drawn into the story. They have to know what happens next.
When the stakes are higher, the story matters. It carries weight and resonance, especially if it’s well done.
So, let’s make the stakes higher for that tree falling in the woods. What if the tree fell across an access road, and that road was the only way for a mountaintop community to reach medical care, and a pregnant woman is in labor?
Jayne Ann Krentz used this scenario in her 1993 release Hidden Talents. I mention this nearly 20-year-old book because that story and those characters still resonate with me, all these many years later.
There’s a reason we love reading books by bestselling authors. They know how to raise the stakes and make us care.
To make a short detour into craft, raising the stakes means layering the characters with strengths and weaknesses. Story events keep pushing the characters into areas where their strengths and weaknesses come into play.
It sometimes means having characters lose control.
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Take my character Molly Darter for instance. She had it all – good job, great husband, adorable kid, the respect of the community, a house she loved, an obedient dog – and in a single Judas kiss, her world crumbled.
She kicks her cheating husband out, works on a story about the nudist colony for her newspaper boss, even though she wants nothing to do with naked people. She races home to meet her son’s school bus and there’s her husband, mad because his key no longer fits in the door.
Do you care what happens next? Can you predict what Molly will do when she’s been pushed to her limits? Here’s a snip of Murder in the Buff to whet your interest:
…A familiar red pickup in the driveway gleamed in the dappled sunlight around the oak-shaded house. Hadley’s truck. I thought of all the times the sight of his truck had brought me pleasure, of how we’d sneak away to snatch some together time.
Little did I know he’d been sneaking around other places as well. He wasn’t worming his way back into my life. No way, no how. I’d rather starve and go to the poor house before I allowed him one ounce of sympathy.
A tide of anger came over me, washing away logic and common sense. I wanted to hurt him as much as he’d hurt me. He loved that freshly waxed truck more than life itself. I gunned my Suburban and rammed his truck. Glass broke. Metal crunched. I rocketed forward against my seatbelt restraint…
Molly valued staying in control above all else, and now she’s out of control. Even though she’s done something terrible, now she has to deal with the aftermath.
Does a particular character from a favorite book still resonate with you? Share it with me and you’ll automatically be entered in a drawing for an electronic download of Murder in the Buff, my campy cozy mystery.
Happy July everyone!
Maggie Toussaint

ABOUT MAGGIE

Formerly a scientist and currently a freelance reporter, Southern author Maggie Toussaint loves to mix murder and romance in her fiction. With nine published books to her credit, her latest release is Death, Island Style. Toussaint is an active member of Mystery Writers of America, Romance Writers of America, and Sisters in Crime. Visit her at www.maggietoussaint.com

Friday, June 8, 2012

3 Approaches, 1 Subject: Toussaint. Iyer. Staggs.

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I asked three excellent but very different authors to write a description of this picture. It's fascinating what they saw in the same face. Read them and enjoy the different styles. I think they're terrific.
TOUSSAINT
Riker ducked under the tiki hut overhang. “Barkeep. A beer.”
He slumped into a wobbly chair and took a drag on his cig, willing the nicotene to slow his racing heart.
A mug of beer appeared on the table. “Can’t smoke in here. You know that.”
Darby’s voice had the rasp of a two-pack a day habit, but she was right. He did know better. Leaning over, he stubbed it out on the dirt floor, pocketing the butt.
“You ever thought of walking out of this hellhole and never coming back?” he asked.
“Only about every minute of the day. You wanna be my Sugar Daddy?”
He barked out a laugh, sure an ex-con wasn’t anyone’s idea of a keeper. “You’re all right, Darb.”
She leaned in, expectation brightening her worried face. “Did you do it?”
“I did.” A boom rocked the island. Grinning, he reached for the beer.

IYER
The ballroom crackled with silence when he entered, a standout in his black shirt and jeans among the tuxedo-clad gents and polished ladies. A cigarette with a precariously long ash dangled from his lip, breaking hotel rules, I was sure. Something wild flickered in his weary eyes as he scanned the room, settling his gaze on the party’s hostess. Her spine straightened, and she sucked in a breath without expelling it.
I watched. So did everyone else as the lithe stranger strode to stand in front of her. Without a word, he removed the cigarette from his mouth, dropped it on the Persian carpet, and ground out the lighted end with his shoe. The audible intake of breaths increased when he swept her into his arms and kissed her with unrestrained passion. She didn’t resist. The host, who stood silently observing until this minute, stepped forward, then retreated.

STAGGS
He didn’t look much like the picture she gave me, but I knew it was him. The thin, sculpted face in the picture must have seemed handsome to her in a classic Greek way. Now, his skin, blanched of color, seemed stretched over sharpened cheekbones. His dark hair was neatly combed and parted then. Now his overgrown hair flopped like tossed salad, and he had the look of a man who slept in alleys. His sunken, dark-rimmed eyes told me he hadn’t found an alley for several days. I almost felt sorry for him until I looked in those eyes. They still had the sharpness of a predator, one who would focus in on a prey and take whatever he wanted, leaving the remains naked and stripped. He stripped her of everything and she wanted him dead. That’s what she paid me to do. That’s why I was there.
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ABOUT MAGGIE TOUSSAINT
Formerly an aquatic toxicologist contracted to the U.S. Army and currently a freelance reporter, Southern author Maggie Toussaint loves writing mysteries. She’s published four romantic suspenses and four mysteries, with Death, Island Style and Murder in the Buff her most recent releases. Her debut release, House of Lies, won Best Romantic Suspense in the 2007 National Readers Choice Awards. She’s a board member for Southeastern Mystery Writers of America.
           
ABOUT POLLY IYER
Polly Iyer lives in the upstate of South Carolina with her husband, a timid cat, and a drooling mutt who rules the household. Her books always have a murder or two―or three―romance, and at least one character who treads ethical lines. The titles are Hooked, InSight, Mind Games, and Murder Déjà Vu, and they can be found on Amazon. You can find Polly at http://www.pollyiyer.com

ABOUT EARL STAGGS 
Mystery author Earl Staggs recently received his second Derringer Award for Best Short Story of the Year. His novel MEMORY OF A MURDER earned a long list of Five Star reviews. He served as Managing Editor of Futures Mystery Magazine and as President of the Short Mystery Fiction Society and has seen many of his short stories published in magazines and anthologies. He is a contributing blog member of Murderous Musings and Make Mine Mystery and a frequent speaker at conferences and seminars. Email: earlstaggs@sbcglobal.net Website: http://earlwstaggs.wordpress.com