By Lisa Malice, Ph.D.
Like any writer, I suffer from a
bit of writer’s block every now and then—and not just when I’m working on a
story or a novel. I’d been puzzling over what to write for this month’s Writers
Who Kill blog post for a couple of days with nothing interesting,
informative, or inspirational coming to mind. Granted, I wasn’t really focused
on the task as I arrived at my family’s lake house (“The Cabin”), a gorgeous
remote property that has been in the family for four generations. Surrounded by
trees, loons, fish, cattails, sun, water, gentle breezes, and memories of happy
times with family, writing was the last thing on my mind.
Still, when it came time to
buckle down and write this month’s post, my message eluded me. Staring at my
computer screen, I had to get some words on the page, so I started typing the
file name at the top of the page—"WWK – Lisa Malice – August 9…” Suddenly,
I had my inspiration—August 9 is my parents’ 70th wedding
anniversary. Both Mom and Dad played a critical role in my success as a crime
writer, so much so that I dedicated my debut novel, Lest She Forget, to
my parents. Their influence and encouragement in my life laid the foundation
for my success as a mystery/thriller author.
Like many of you, I suspect (because that's what we crime writers do—we suspect everyone), I grew up surrounded by mysteries because my mother, a voracious reader who taught me to love books, too, was passionate about the genre. Our basement shelves were jammed with books by the masters of British Mystery—Agatha Christie, P.D. James, Ngaio Marsh, and others.
The NBC Sunday Mystery Movie,
which featured a different sleuth every week, quickly replaced The Wonderful
World of Disney during the rest of the year. Mom and I rooted for Columbo, McCloud, and MacMillan
& Wife to catch the bad guys every week, though my favorite
was—and still is—The Snoop Sisters with Helen Hayes and Mildred
Natwick.
Sadly, Mom and Dad passed within six months of each other the year before I started my writing journey. They
didn’t have the opportunity to celebrate with me when my hard work and love of
mystery, thrills, and suspense paid off in a publishing contract, a successful book
launch, a month-long stay on Amazon’s new thriller bestseller list, and an
international award for Best New Voice in Fiction. But they were there, inside
me, always with me along the way, in my heart and my mind.
So, thank you Mom and Dad for
always being with me when I need inspiration, including this blog post! And
happy 70th Anniversary! Love ya always!
Let’s hear from you! Authors,
what or who has inspired your writing over the years? Readers, who influenced
you and your love of mysteries?
I used to "borrow" Aunt Mary's mystery novels. Heavy on the Agatha Christie.
ReplyDeleteShe was a high school teacher, and once a week came to help my mother with us kids and give her a little extra money "for the table." She always had a book with her, and often forgot it until the next week. I would take it and hurry to finish it before she retrieved it.
After a while, I began to suspect that the left-behind novels were not really forgotten. My father was very strict about approving what we read (although he never paid much attention to the girls otherwise) and would never have approved mysteries. Sometimes I think my family was the origin of the concept of "don't ask; don't tell." Aunt Mary provided my weekly read, no one else was any the wiser, and I came to love mysteries.
What a great story! You should write about it for WWK.
DeleteMy father was a big crime-fiction fan, especially of Nero Wolfe and the like. Above the windows at our summer cabin were hand-crafted bookshelves my grandfather made, lined with crime fiction and Reader's Digest Compressed books (which I never read -- even as a youngster, I wanted the unabridged or nothing).
ReplyDeleteMystery readers run in families!
ReplyDeleteMy love of words was inspired by a combination of people: my father reading poetry aloud with me to help me correct a speech problem (slowing down), my mother taking me to the library and buying as many books as I wanted, an aunt who bought me MAD magazine and shared her library with me, and when we regularly visited a friend of my parents, he who would let me spend the day in his library reading his Reader's Digest Compressed Books and his collection of books by Erle Stanley Gardner.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing -- it's wonderful how so many people made an impact on your life as a reader and then a writer. I loved MAD magazine!
DeleteWhat a touching post, I have tears! Happy anniversary to your parents. It’s easy to see they were role models and inspiration.
ReplyDeleteMy inspiration was Sr. Marie Therese. She was my sophomore English teacher, and she, more than anyone, inspired me to keep at it. I tried for years to track her down, and when I finally did, it was by locating her obituary. I hope she knows how much she meant to me. I think she does.
You should write about Sister Marie Therese! I'm sure it would be a loving tribute that she will enjoy from Heaven.
ReplyDeleteLovely post, Lisa. Like you, my parents both passed before I started my writer's journey. I know they would have been so proud of me—especially my mom, who loved to read and dreamt of writing, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lori. I'm sure your parents are up in Heaven and proud of you!
DeleteA lovely tribute to your parents, Lisa. I was lucky to grow up in a home filled with books, and both my parents were avid readers who also read to me every night. Even before I could decipher the meanings of groups of alphabet letters, I'd mimic them by looking at a book and telling a made-up story to myself. And oh, how I wish they would have been around to see that I'm writing books of my own!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I love that you made ups stories even before you could read the words in your books!
DeleteLovely post honoring your parents and their influence on you. You pose an interesting question, and I had a hard time coming up with an answer. When I was young, my influences were Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys. I was the weird, nerdy kid with my nose in a book when all the other kids were outside doing sweaty stuff. Like you, I loved the mystery TV shows and the Westerns. They had mysteries too - who robbed the bank, who rustled the cattle, and who got the girl. Although my parents died decades before my writing career began, I'm sure they would think it's pretty cool. Maybe I should write a western? Great post.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Teresa! A western mystery, perhaps?
DeleteLovely tribute to your parents. And I love Aunt Mary.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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