Thursday, September 26, 2013

Meet JoAnna Senger author of Betrothal, Betrayal, and Blood



             

Around the age of four, I fell in love with the letters of the alphabet. Following the philosophy of the day, my parents would not teach me to read but spent dutiful hours reading to me. The letter “y” and the “w” with all its syllables sounded so exotic.  I would hear my parents spell out words (y-e-s spells “yes”), but I didn’t know which of the squiggles in my books was a “y” or a “w.”  Fascinating and frustrating.  

            Then…school!  I remember being so surprised at the appearance of a “y.”  What a disappointing letter!  It was squat and had an appendage hanging down below the line.  I thought it should look more like a “b” or a “d.” As time went on, I got used to its appearance and forgave the “y” for laying down on the job, so to speak.  I learned all my letters.  Letters began to make words, words became stories, and then teachers were asking me to write!  

            Was I a big girl or what?!

            Since those grade school days, I have written skits, essays, stories, policies and procedures, legal documents, books, anything else assigned to me, and other stuff just for fun.  

            Writing is so self-indulgent that I often wonder why everyone doesn’t spend their free time with a pen in hand (or a keyboard at their fingers).  Don’t like someone?  Bump them off.  Someone is a pompous jerk?  Hold them up to ridicule.  Spouse is an affront to the human race?  Take a lover…between the pages.

            Finally, serious fiction called to me.  At least, I was serious about writing it, primarily mysteries and horror.  Distinct genres in the bookstores, they are just slants on real life as far as I am concerned.  Mysteries have entertained me all my reading life, so I try to return the favor.  The analyst in me loves the precision of mystery plot development, clues appearing all along the way but in a manner to elude or mislead the reader.  The clues have to be there, the author must play fair.  Without the clues, the book becomes crime detection, another entertaining genre but not a mystery.  I particularly like mysteries in which the reader figures out “who dun it” but the characters don’t, plodding on in dull ignorance of the carnage all around them.

            Like garlic, horror is a strong flavor best introduced slowly until the reader is saturated with its odor.  Of all the literary genres, horror has the most difficulty in achieving respectability, yet its power is the least diminished over time.  Only the romance is as enduring.  The fear of darkness, the sinking despair of betrayal, the panic of confinement and torture, the irresistible urge to open the locked door, these are all horror literary devices and still effective when done skillfully.  

            I prefer horror which is just one step outside of daily life, a small but jarring detail only slightly out of place, like a piece of glass in your ice cream cone.  Oh well, remove it and keep on eating.  Licking.  Enjoying all that creamy coldness until you find another piece of glass, and this one cuts.  You look around and everyone in the ice cream parlor is looking at you, and all of them are bleeding from the mouth.  And smiling.

            You get the idea.

            Regardless of what we write or how we write it, those words on paper are our ticket to the grand show: the unbroken human story-telling tradition that began on cave walls, got chiseled into stone tablets, engraved and painted on pyramid chambers, copied laboriously by armies of scribes and monks, and now flies through the ether according to physical principles that most of us poorly understand if we understand them at all.

            Why do we do it?  Paid or not, published or not, successful or not, we just want to tell a story.  It’s the story that matters, not the method or the language or even the writer. 
And we all know it.



I asked what inspired her to write Betrothal, Betrayal, and Blood.

Here is her answer:

 I was inspired to write Betrothal, Betrayal, and Blood by a setting: the Central California Coast, one of the least known regions of the best known state.  Depending on who's talking, the Central California Coast starts just north of Ventura, California and continues north up to Santa Cruz, a few hundred miles.  This beautiful coastline includes the cities of Santa Barbara and San Luis Obispo, both little more than small towns by California big-city standards.  It has been my pleasure to drive this region many times, and I know it well.  For two years, I lived in the Santa Barbara area.

Insular regions with long-established families and education institutions turn inward, finding sufficient opportunities and cultural expression in their immediate locale.  The movie "Sideways" took place in the region's vineyards, rapidly gaining national prominence.  Certain kinds of eccentricities are widely tolerated, and ranks can close quickly against outsiders who "wouldn't understand."

That's the setting, now for the characters.  Writing a paragraph for each character including physical appearance and personal history works well for me, even if I don't explicitly use the detail in the narrative.  Typically, a given character has a central aspect, a dominant trait, and I add other attributes, like decorating a Christmas tree.

As for the plot, I outline in a general way, generally ignore the outline, and wait to see what happens.

 JoAnna Senger

                        Currently volunteers in the City of Surprise Prosecutor’s Office.  Previously volunteered in the City of Surprise Victim Assistance Program, Police Department.


5 comments:

Tom Johnson said...

Let me warn you, if you haven't read JoAnna Senger's novel yet, you're missing a treat! You will love her detectives, and the crime is neat too. Just glance at the cover of the book and I think it will set the mood of murder before you even enter the story. A really strong cast of characters in a neat community. Do you need any more push. Okay, JoAnna, I'll wait for my check now (LOL)

joannasenger said...

THANKS, TOM.

Marilyn Meredith a.k.a. F. M. Meredith said...

If you own a pink bathmat, be afraid. Be very afraid.

TBPB

(This person was unable to post, so I did it for him.)

joannasenger said...

If you are having trouble posting your comment, sent it to Marilyn Meredith at mmeredith@ocsnet.net
or
to me at jasenger@aol.com.

Hope this helps!

joannasenger said...

If I ever again stay at the Madonna Inn along highway 101 in California again, I will be sure to keep my door locked! There's not too much mystery here; it's Friday the 13th and a Freddie is on the loose. You'll know who it is fairly quickly, and even spend time in its head. But can anyone prove anything? All-too-likley happenstances of real life get in the way of dissecting the crimes as this monster checks into the motel of death. Who or what will stop it? This is an unusual, non-formulaic crime story, with an offbeat ending, but well written with interesting characters and utterly unforgettable. Don't miss it." -G. David Nordey