Note: Below is an excerpt of the blog I recently wrote for Printasia, the online bookstore. Be sure to follow the link to read it in its entirety.
This afternoon, while sitting on a folding chair on a footbridge along the Drinking Horse Mountain Trail, I wrote “The End” to my fourth novel in the Sean Stranahan detective series. I’ve not yet settled on a title, though the setting is Montana’s Crazy Mountains and it’s hard to pass up using the word. Lost in the Crazies, Deep In The Crazies, A Killing In The Crazies, any — the most apt would be the first, for I certainly was lost for a long time writing it. I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating, that writing a novel is like setting sail for a distant land. You can see as far as the horizon, and that will get you a few chapters in, and at a certain point you’ll smell land or a shorebird will perch on your mast, and you’ll be able to see the end and work toward it with a sense of excitement — say over the novel’s last four chapters. It’s those 250 or so pages in between when you’re lost at sea, sharks circling, and no stars to take a bearing, that separate those who wish to write novels from those who actually do. READ THE REST HERE
One response to “The Mystery of Novel Writing”
Thanks for your Sean Stranahan novels Keith. I fell in love with them when I read the Royal Wulff Murders. I can’t imagine anything better and more unique than mixing my favorite pastime, fly-fishing, with mystery novels. I’m really excited for the Crazy Mountain Kiss and I hope you continue the series. They’ve played the audiobook background to many trips to the river and back