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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Interview with D. J. Adamson, Author of Admit to Mayhem

D. J. Adamson is an award-winning author. Her family roots grow deep in the Midwest and it is here she sets much of her work. She juggles her time between her own desk and teaching writing to others at two Los Angeles area colleges. Along with her husband and two Welsh Terriers, she makes her home in Southern California.

Her latest book is the mystery, amateur sleuth, Admit to Mayhem.

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Did you like mysteries when you were growing up?

Like most mystery writers, I liked mysteries and thrillers. Everything from Nancy Drew to Agatha Christie to Edgar Allen Poe to Elizabeth George to Laurie Stevens to Cindy Sample. However, my tastes and enthusiasm are not held to genre. In fact, I believe in order to write genre well, you need to understand all literature. So, I eagerly read Saramago, Vonnegut, Steinbeck, Uris, Poe, King, Faulkner, Goyen, Atwood, etc.

What was the first story in that genre that you wrote?

It is too far back to remember. The first novel I tried, I believe, I titled Murder Times Two. It still sits on the shelf. I believe an author needs to write ten novels before they can fully implement their first published. I may have needed to write more than ten, but then, I’m getting old. Better now than never. However, I published short stories in literary magazines before launching my first novel, Admit to Mayhem, a Lillian Dove Mystery.

What is your favorite part of writing in this genre?

My favorite part in this genre is the same as any other I would write in, I enjoy the characters. I know the characters in the Lillian Dove series as if they were family. They sit waiting for me in my den.

What do you find most difficult about writing in this genre?

Plotting is always difficult for me. I tangent off into areas not needed. In order to keep the plot moving in a line of conflict to climax, I outline after the first draft is written.

Is there an author in this genre that you admire most?

I admire all writers who brave putting themselves out there to be read and work hard to tell the truth of how they see life. Writing is a lonely career. No one sits in front of that computer but me. No one reads the manuscripts as many times as me. What I write, to me, is never good enough. I am sure these feelings are felt by most readers. You have to admire people who go about the long hours and tedious edits to put something out for someone else to enjoy.

What is up next for you?

I have a mystery-science fiction trilogy Deviation coming out in April. Suppose There Was A Crime, the second of the Lillian Dove series is due out this fall.

Do you have anything to add?

To your readers who don’t write, don’t hesitate to let the author know how much you enjoyed their work. That is the treasure found in writing, your words. And if you write, write every day, write without expectation, write because you have to, you need to, you can’t stop. Whether you publish or journal, if that is who you are, don’t deny the voice that tells you to: write.


Monday, March 9, 2015

Book Spotlight: Admit to Mayhem by D. J. Adamson

Title: Admit to Mayhem
Author: D.J. Adamson
Publisher: Horatio Press
Pages: 286
Genre: Mystery/Amateur Sleuth

Purchase at AMAZON

With a contrary attitude and an addiction for independence, Lillian Dove admits she has not been a success in life. In fact, she considers failing as one of her addictions. Yet, when she comes across a suspicious house fire with a history of arson and murder, she instinctively attempts to help someone trapped. Lillian becomes the only possible eyewitness to criminal arson, and her life begins to spiral out of control.

Lillian Dove is an endearing “everywoman” struggling with life issues, emotional complexities and a habit of doing just the opposite of what she’s told to do. These qualities in a heroine give the reader an ability to vicariously struggle along with the protagonist in this intriguing Midwest Noir mystery.

Book Excerpt:

My name is Lillian Dove. I am a recovering alcoholic, five years sober.
    
 Five long years, yet the clink of ice in a glass still sets me on edge.
     
There is no graduation from alcoholism. Or life, for that matter. I am also addicted to Pepsi, chocolate, men, being afraid, being afraid of not being afraid, men—again--and my independence, co-dependence and unsettling ability to fail no matter my attempt. There are other compulsions and bad habits, but I can’t think of them right now. Memory loss, see? And I obsess on how much I forget, if I remember. Giving up alcohol turned out to be easier than changing some of my other behaviors.
     
Especially my bad judgment when it comes to men. The type of man I’m most attracted to is like a tall, Tom Collins on a sweltering, summer day:  gin, a little lemon--but not too sour—with sweet syrup and bubbly soda.  It’s hard to resist, even if I know it’s not good for me.
     
 I’ve pledged a Tom-Collins-abstinence.
     
Yet, Chief Charles Kaefring began offering me his attention. I thought my sobriety realigned my sexual magnetism. I was attracting a different type.
      
He started coming to my desk to tell me he was leaving and instructed me to send all his calls to his assistant. At first I couldn’t figure out why he thought I needed this instruction. I already transferred his calls as a manner of routine. Then a week after making sure I was aware of his whereabouts, I bumped into him lakeside at Louise’s Italian Kitchen.
      
Louise’s is my Friday night routine. I celebrate making it through another week.  One spaghetti dinner at a time.
    
After that Friday night, I saw him at Louise’s every week. If he got there before me, I’d see him glancing toward the entry as if waiting for me to arrive. If I got there first, I’d pretend I never expected him to show up--which was the truth. Each and every time he arrived, I was flabbergasted.

I wasn’t sure what was starting up between the two of us or who started it. I mean, how could a man like him seriously be interested in me?

And even after weeks came and went, I still didn’t trust him. At each dinner he’d ask if I’d like wine with my meal. “Of course,” I’d say, letting my glass set without drinking it. If he worried the wine wasn’t good, I’d bring the glass to my lips, without sipping. I figured if he knew I had a drinking problem, he’d beat the hell out of there. Eventually though, he stopped asking if I wanted wine and only ordered one glass instead of two.

Still, he kept showing up.

I knew I was starting to slip into a situation that could toss my sobriety into the toilet, but meeting for dinner didn’t seem like backsliding into emotional drunkenness. Although, it never feels like slipping until you find yourself in a ragged heap of discontent.


Our routine altered when on a Sunday afternoon he telephoned giving me a weather report. He said the day was hot and getting hotter. He said he was putting a steak on the barbecue, and he just happened to have two.  Are you hungry?



D. J. Adamson is an award-winning author. Her family roots grow deep in the Midwest and it is here she sets much of her work. She juggles her time between her own desk and teaching writing to others at two Los Angeles area colleges. Along with her husband and two Welsh Terriers, she makes her home in Southern California.

Her latest book is the mystery, amateur sleuth, Admit to Mayhem.

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