
I’ve slightly known a couple of authors. Not pals by any means but we have shared thoughts and experiences over the years. I found both to be tedious. Why is that? The common trait I disliked was an obsession with detail. Nothing is simply what it is; everything has layers and complexity. It may look like a tree, but it is really a statement about the human misery developed during a troubled childhood. It’s just that you as a lesser human cannot see that depth. These were people who could write a great book but there was no way in hell you would want to sit and talk to them. Often, I just wanted to scream just say what you mean!
A reader made a comment to me that she could not imagine how I could come up with these convoluted plots. My response was, what convoluted plots? I thought they were straight forward with a twist or two. Giving it more consideration, I realized I thought in those convoluted ways, and it all seemed normal to have entanglements that would take deep analysis and complex drawings to figure out. Lo and behold, I was just as annoying as my two author acquaintances. Damn!
This is mostly, of course, only fiction writers. They must build a story that will keep your attention until the very end, or close to it. There must be many suspects in the murder mystery to keep you guessing who did it. So much of the expertise of these authors is to frame a story in such a way that you cannot guess what is happening, but at the same time give you good, reliable clues so that you might guess what is happening. Okay, now we’re really confused.
When I began to write, I thought I needed a detail outline from the beginning to the final chapter. I needed character lists with descriptions and all sorts of useless details. Today, I just write. I get an idea and I start to write, for good or bad, the story just flows. I’ve often said the characters themselves write the book I just type it—but that starts to sound a little crazy. However, that does give me the opportunity to include my favorite picture of an obviously crazy person—Leo Tolstoy. His world must have been so convoluted he didn’t even know he was in it.

Especially when I’m writing in an existing series with characters I have known for years. I just give them the basic outline of the story and let it fly. Vincent Malone knows what to do, after all he been doing this for years.
Ray Pacheco and Tyee Chino will be coming back. My next project after Durango Two Step (Vincent Malone #4) will be Vegas Dead-End which will bring back those characters. While writing Four Corners War, the last Pacheco & Chino I have done, I begin to sense that Ray Pacheco was done. If the characters can write the books, I guess they can decide they have done enough and want to be left alone. I ended Four Corners War stating Ray was going to retire and fish for his remaining years. That seemed like what he wanted; however, the truth comes out—I control Ray Pacheco, not Ray. I know there probably should be some way for the Ray character to protest, but there isn’t. He wanted to retire but those books are too good to just stop writing them, so Ray is back and happily will be writing again, under my supervision.
If I knew more authors, there is probably a vast mix of different personalities and approaches to how they write but, based on my limited experience, so far most are nuts and how they write is none of your business. And yes, that does include me.
Then giving old Tolstoy some reflection, I wondered if crazy people were drawn to writing fiction or if writing fiction made you crazy. It might be called the van Gogh syndrome where high levels of creativity destroy key human functioning areas of the brain. So, the more creative, ingenious your work becomes the more wackadoodle you become. (Insert Tolstoy photo) (delete my photo).




































