I’ve never talked much about what inspires or motivates me to spend the time writing a premise into a novel. Trust me, I’ve got plenty of premises, even in-depth outlines, even whole books written (one trilogy) that most likely will never reach readers.
Don’t we all though as writers?
Never mind all the premises and stories that never made it out of my head, and died before having the chance at life. (My deepest apologies to all those ideas and characters who maybe wanted a chance. Sorry, this isn’t a democracy.)
As you might have noticed I love mysteries. I love stories with only a hint of mystery. I love heist stories. They fascinate me. I love romantic mysteries too.
What you might not know is that I love characters who aren’t the best looking or the most confident. I love when the romantic element is messy and troublesome, where the characters have to embrace the flaws in the other person even if they never have that turning point where they’re able to overcome them.
A year or so ago I was inspired by a stranger. He wasn’t particularly good looking. He had a hawk nose. He wore an elegant scarf around his neck, along with this faux-looking leather coat. I never met him, but I had so many questions. I sensed this false arrogance that possibly covered deep insecurity. I never met him. Never talked to him.
Eventually, this man became Devon Despicable in A Highly Suspicious Death. (Releasing April 19th, 2016)
A murder. Lost pirate treasure. Two amateur sleuths.
When a sea captain washes up on the beach—dead—at the worst possible time, Devon Despicable is not happy. What an inconvenience. He’s already hosting a houseguest who claims amnesia and whom he suspects is lying to spy on him—concerning the legendary lost pirate treasure.
Francesca Lovely can’t remember a thing. She woke up on the beach behind Devon’s house with nothing. Well, except for the wetsuit on her body, with a suspicious stain that looks like blood. When Devon instructs her to lie to the detective about the stain, Fran suspects Devon is hiding a lot behind his calm demeanor. And she aims to find out what.
Dodging the detective’s suspicions that one of them may be the murderer while investigating the captain’s crew, Devon and Fran work together to solve the mystery behind this highly suspicious death.
At that point in my life, and currently, I desperately needed humor. I needed to laugh. I wanted to write a comical, somewhat unrealistic, and over-the-top kind of story. I wanted it to be a murder mystery of sorts. Maybe it was everything happening in the world, all the heartache and sadness. I couldn’t read the sad books. I couldn’t write them. Still can’t.
I pictured a fictional town on the New England seacoast. (I also love pirates and the rumors of lost pirate treasure that I hear about in New England. So I had to include that.)
So is this story a cozy mystery? Yes…sort of. It’s really a love story between two imperfect people overcoming and facing their false egos, their pasts, and their insecurities. (It’s definitely not a police procedural as there is not one element of real police work. Not really.)
I had a blast writing it. I lost myself in the story and the characters. Next week, I’ll reveal chapter one and provide a chance to win an ebook before the release date.
See you next week! (Feel free to comment on any uplifting or humorous books you’ve read of late!)
~ Laura
Congrats, Laura. The cover looks great and I love the concept of your book.
Thanks, Lynn!
I’m totally with you on needing unrealistic happy content. Too much sad in the world. It’s nice to escape into a good story!
Thanks, Sherrie. And I needed to write something like this for me. 🙂 Ultimately isn’t that why we write? To process the world around us. 🙂
Imperfect people? Aren’t we all?
Congratulations!
Hi Alex – Definitely! We’re all imperfect. I guess I should rephrase in imperfect in the book sense. Love–or life for that matter–doesn’t always have those perfect turning points where the happily ever after is neat and tidy. Sometimes the whole process is messy and our insecurities don’t always go away. Make sense?