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#50 in the
never-ending series called INSIDE THE
EMOTION OF FICTION where the Chris
Rice Cooper Blog (CRC) focuses on one specific excerpt from a fiction
genre and how that fiction writer wrote that specific excerpt. All INSIDE
THE EMOTION OF FICTION links are at the end of this piece.
Fiction genre? Ex science fiction, short story, fantasy
novella, romance, drama, crime, plays, flash fiction, historical, comedy, movie
script, screenplay, etc. And how many
pages long? It’s crime fiction and it’s about ten pages.
Has this been published?
If yes, what publisher and what is publication date? It’s been
published in an anthology called, Down to the River. It’s to be published this month,
April, 2019. The publisher is Down & Out Books.
What is the date you
began writing this piece of fiction and the date when you completely finished
the piece of fiction? I usually don’t write from assignments
anymore—I did that for so many years as a magazine journalist and nonfiction
book writer—but I was asked by my friend Tim O’Mara to contribute a story
having something to do with a river (all proceeds go to charity, by the way). I
said yes, because it was an opportunity to challenge myself. I began to write it last March, I believe,
and I was able to complete it in just a few days.
Where did you do most of
your writing for this fiction work? And please describe in detail. And can you
please include a photo? I do all my writing at my desk—I’m not one of
those who can take a laptop and write in a coffee shop, or outside under the
shade of a tree (I’m a city kid and if I did, I couldn’t even tell you what
kind of tree I was sitting under.) My desk is in a spare bedroom that doubles
as a guest room. The desk faces a wall, because if it didn’t I’d probably spend
all my time staring out the window—I live on the 32nd floor and the
view is breathtaking, allowing me to see in three directions. I’ve got art all
over three walls and the fourth is the fourth wall is four seven-foot high
leaning bookshelves. There’s also a couch on which I’ll read and sometimes
watch TV on a 44-inch screen that’s to the right of my desk. To the left is a
printer nestled on top of a file cabinet, to the right another file cabinet.
Right now, I’ve got stacks of books under the window because I was a judge for a major best crime novel contest. At one time, I had almost 700 hardcovers piled high, but now, after giving away as many as I can (I’m still doing that), there are still maybe 100 books waiting to find a home.
Right now, I’ve got stacks of books under the window because I was a judge for a major best crime novel contest. At one time, I had almost 700 hardcovers piled high, but now, after giving away as many as I can (I’m still doing that), there are still maybe 100 books waiting to find a home.
What were your writing
habits while writing this work—did you drink something as you wrote, listen to
music, write in pen and paper, directly on laptop; specific time of day? I can’t
listen to music or anything else while I’m writing. I have terrible work
habits—no special time to write—and usually I can spend no more than ten or
fifteen minutes at a time writing—I have to get up and walk around, or play on
the Internet, answering emails, checking out Facebook.
The only reason I can be as productive as I am, with these totally unacceptable work habits, is that I’m a very fast typist, 90 words a minute, and once I sit down in front of the screen I can focus amazingly well. That’s why I can’t have any distractions. I work on a desktop, a Mac. I could never write with pen or pencil because that really seems like work—I learned to type when I was in 7th grade. In order to skip a grade, you had to take typing and it turned out it’s probably the best class I’ve ever taken. I can work any time, day or night, but I actually prefer to work when the weather is crummy or it’s dark out. That’s because if it’s a beautiful, sunny day, I want to be outside.
The only reason I can be as productive as I am, with these totally unacceptable work habits, is that I’m a very fast typist, 90 words a minute, and once I sit down in front of the screen I can focus amazingly well. That’s why I can’t have any distractions. I work on a desktop, a Mac. I could never write with pen or pencil because that really seems like work—I learned to type when I was in 7th grade. In order to skip a grade, you had to take typing and it turned out it’s probably the best class I’ve ever taken. I can work any time, day or night, but I actually prefer to work when the weather is crummy or it’s dark out. That’s because if it’s a beautiful, sunny day, I want to be outside.
What is the summary of
this specific fiction work? A man, getting ready for sleep,
gets a phone call from an ex-coworker asking him for a favor. It’s cold and
snowy, but the caller needs someone to deliver a package to someone who’s
waiting under the 59th Street Bridge (now called the Edward I. Koch
Bridge, by the way) (Right and Below). He doesn’t say what’s in the package or why it needs to be
delivered. Finally, the fellow is talked into doing the favor, which takes him
out on a terrible night to deliver a package to someone he doesn’t know and for
reasons he also doesn’t know.
Please include the
excerpt and include page numbers as reference. The excerpt can be as short or
as long as you prefer. It’s cold, well below
freezing, and the wind whipping off the East River doesn’t help. To make
matters worse, you’re not dressed properly. Layers, layers, layers, that’s what
they keep telling you on those TV news stories about how to beat the cold now
that winter has arrived. And wear a hat. Oh, yes. A hat is essential in
freezing weather, because it keeps the heat in. As if we’re some kind of human
thermos. And to make matters worse, there’s that It’s going to snow any minute feel in the air.
None of this bodes well for what you’re about to
get yourself into.
You have to run out real quick, so you pull on a
sweater—it’s cotton, not wool, which claws at your skin like some kind of
medieval torture method—grab your black leather bomber jacket, and head out the
door. You don’t even remember to wrap a scarf around your neck. As for gloves,
well, you know you have a pair somewhere but you don’t have time to look for them.
It’s dark out. Why shouldn’t it be? It’s closing
in on 10 p.m. No one but a complete idiot would be out on the streets this time
of night in this kind of weather. Even those Upper East Siders with their dogs
with foreign sounding names like Havanese and Pekinese, are rich enough and
smart enough either to hire a walker or use one of those Wee-Wee pads.
There’s no good reason for you to be out on a
night like this unless you’re doing someone a favor. A big favor. A favor you
don’t even owe that someone. Just a favor you’re doing because it’s for a
friend and because you’re not secure enough about your own worth that you dare
say, “I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it. Maybe another time, but not tonight.”
Or maybe it’s because you didn’t think fast enough to say no because your brain
was dulled from having had too much to drink after another disheartening day at
the office and a fight with your girlfriend. Or maybe it’s because you’re
feeling a little guilty.
So, you say yes even though you mean to say no. That
you want to say no. That you should say no.
The favor doesn’t seem that complicated. Your
friend doesn’t even ease into it by saying, “Sorry, for calling so late.” Or
asking, “How’ve you been?” No. He doesn’t do any of that. He just wants a
favor. A small favor, he says. All you have to do is hand over an envelope to
some guy you’ve never met in a spot you’ve never been to.
“What’s
all this about?” you ask when your friend calls and
reveals
what he wants.
“I
can’t really say,” says your friend. His name is Ralph,
and
he’s not even a real friend. He’s someone you’ve worked with for maybe a year
or so. You see him at work, an occasional drink after work, and you even went
to a ball game with him once when he had an extra ticket knowing you probably
weren’t first on his list to invite.
What makes it even crazier is that you haven’t worked with him for
several weeks because he got canned. Not excessed. Not superannuated. Not laid
off. Let go. Fired. Security escorted him out. That kind of fired. He’s stolen
money from the firm, but that’s not something you can talk to him about and
it’s not something the firm would want to publicize. You know it because it’s
your job to know those kinds of things. And sometimes it’s your job to do
something about them. Like making sure security walks the guy out. Maybe it
stinks, but it goes with the territory. You even feel bad about it, but hey,
life is like that sometimes. You gotta do what you gotta do.
Why is this excerpt so
emotional for you? And can you describe your own emotional experience of
writing this specific excerpt? It’s emotional because I’m someone
who likes to help people out, someone who has a tough time saying no. If
something like this happened to me, even though it might be the last thing in
the world I’d want to do, I’d probably say yes. And what makes this a little
more interesting for me, is that he’s doing it for someone who’s not even a
close friend, merely an acquaintance.
Were there any deletions
from this excerpt that you can share with us? And can you please include a
photo of your marked up rough drafts of this excerpt. When I
first began to write, I used a typewriter, which meant there were plenty of
marked up drafts. But now that I use a computer I rarely print out, but almost
work exclusively from the screen. That means there are no rough
drafts—everything eventually turns into a final draft.
Other works you have
published? I’ve probably published close to 100 articles and book reviews,
and perhaps two dozen nonfiction books (some by me, some ghostwritten by me,
some as collaborations). My favorite nonfiction books are From Set Shot to Slam Dunk, an oral history of the NBA, On a Clear Day They Could See Seventh
Place, Baseball’s 10 Worst Teams of the Century, and Soupy Sez: My Zany Life and Times, with Soupy Sales. I wrote an
original paperback book back in the late ‘80s, a novel based on an article I
wrote on street gamblers.
I began to publish crime novels in 2007. Now, the lineup is: Swann’s Last Song, Swann Dives In, Swann’s Lake of Despair, Swann’s Way Out, and Swann’s Down; Devil in the Hole, Second Story Man. I’ve got novellas in the two crime collections, Triple Shot and Three Strikes. I’ve had a story in Long Island Noir, and one called “Canary in the Coal Mine,” published last fall in Mystery Tribune; and I have a story in the Grand Central Noir collection.
I began to publish crime novels in 2007. Now, the lineup is: Swann’s Last Song, Swann Dives In, Swann’s Lake of Despair, Swann’s Way Out, and Swann’s Down; Devil in the Hole, Second Story Man. I’ve got novellas in the two crime collections, Triple Shot and Three Strikes. I’ve had a story in Long Island Noir, and one called “Canary in the Coal Mine,” published last fall in Mystery Tribune; and I have a story in the Grand Central Noir collection.
Anything you would like
to add? I’ve probably said more than enough.
INSIDE THE EMOTION OF
FICTION links
001 11 15 2018 Nathaniel
Kaine’s
Thriller Novel
John
Hunter – The Veteran
002 11 18 2018 Ed
Protzzel’s
Futuristic/Mystery/Thriller
The
Antiquities Dealer
003 11 23 2018 Janice
Seagraves’s
Science
Fiction Romance
Exodus
Arcon
004 11 29 2018
Christian Fennell’s
Literary
Fiction Novel
The Fiddler
in the Night
005 12 02 2018 Jessica
Mathews’s
Adult
Paranormal Romance
Death
Adjacent
006 12 04 2018 Robin
Jansen’s
Literary
Fiction Novel
Ruby the
Indomitable
007 12 12 2018 Adair Valerez’s
Literary
Fiction Novel
Scrim
008 12 17 218
Kit Frazier’s
Mystery Novel
Dead Copy
009 12 21 2019 Robert Craven’s
Noir/Spy Novel
The Road
of a Thousand Tigers
010 01 13 2019 Kristine Goodfellow’s
Contemporary
Romantic Fiction
The Other
Twin
011 01 17 2019 Nancy J Cohen’s
Cozy Mystery
Trimmed To
Death
012 01 20 2019 Charles Salzberg’s
Crime Novel
Second
Story Man
013 01 23 2019 Alexis Fancher’s
Flash Fiction
His Full
Attention
014 01 27 2019 Brian L Tucker’s
Young Adult/Historical
POKEWEED: AN ILLUSTRATED NOVELLA
015 01 31 2019 Robin Tidwell’s
Dystopian
Reduced
016 02 07 2019 J.D. Trafford’s
Legal
Fiction/Mystery
Little Boy
Lost
017 02 08 2019 Paula Shene’s
Young Adult ScieFi/Fantasy/Romance/Adventure
My Quest
Begins
018 02 13 2019 Talia Carner’s
Mainstream
Fiction/ Suspense/ Historical
Hotel
Moscow
019 02 15 2019 Rick Robinson’s
Multidimensional
Fiction
Alligator
Alley
020 02 21 2019 LaVerne Thompson’s
Urban Fantasy
The Soul
Collectors
021 02 27 2019 Marlon L Fick’s
Post-Colonialist
Novel
The
Nowhere Man
022 03 02 2019 Carol Johnson’s
Mainstream
Novel
Silk And
Ashes
023 03 06 2019 Samuel Snoek-Brown’s
Short Story
Collection
There Is
No Other Way to Worship Them
024 03 08 2019 Marlin Barton’s
Short Story
Collection
Pasture
Art
025 03 18 2019 Laura Hunter’s
Historical
Fiction
Beloved
Mother
026 03 21 2019 Maggie Rivers’s
Romance
Magical
Mistletoe
027 03 25 2019 Faith
Gibson’s
Paranormal
Romance
Rafael
028 03 27 2019 Valerie Nieman’s
Tall Tale
To The
Bones
029 04 04 2019 Betty Bolte’s
Paranormal
Romance
Veiled
Visions of Love
030 04 05 2019 Marianne
Maili’s
Tragicomedy
Lucy, go
see
031 04 10 2019 Gregory Erich Phillips’s
Mainstream
Fiction
The Exile
032 04 15 2019 Jason Ament’s
Speculative
Fiction
Rabid Dogs
033 04 24 2019 Stephen P. Keirnan’s
Historical
Novel
The
Baker’s Secret
034 05 01 2019 George Kramer’s
Fantasy
Arcadis:
Prophecy Book
035 05 05 2019 Erika Sams’s
Adventure/Fantasy/Romance
Rose of
Dance
036 05 07 2019 Mark Wisniewski’s
Literary
Fiction
Watch Me
Go
037 05 08 2019 Marci Baun’s
Science Fiction/Horror
The
Whispering House
038 05 10 2019 Suzanne M. Wolfe’s
Historical
Fiction
Murder By
Any Name
039 05 12 2019 Edward DeVito’s
Historical/Fantasy
The
Woodstock Paradox
040 05 14 2019 Gytha Lodge’s
Literary/Crime
She Lies
In Wait
041 05 16 2019 Kari Bovee’s
Historical
Fiction/Mystery
Peccadillo
At The Palace: An Annie Oakley Mystery
042 05 20 2019 Annie Seaton’s
Time Travel
Romance
Follow Me
043 05 22 2019 Paula Rose Michelson’s
Inspirational
Christian Romance
Rosa &
Miguel – Love’s Legacy: Prequel to The Naomi
Chronicles
044 05 24 2019 Gracie C McKeever’s
BDMS/Interracial
Romance
On The
Edge
045 06 03 2019 Micheal Maxwell’s
Mystery
The Soul
of Cole
046 06 04 2019 Jeanne Mackin’s
Historical
The Last
Collection: A Novel of Elsa Schiaparelli
and
Coco
Chanel
047 06 07 2019 Philip Shirley’s
Suspense/Thriller
The
Graceland Conspiracy
048 06 08 2019 Bonnie Kistler’s
Domestic
Suspense
The House
on Fire
049 06 13 2019 Barbara Taylor Sissel’s
Domestic
Suspense/Family Drama
Tell No
One
050 06 18 2019 Charles Salzberg’s
Short Story/
Crime Fiction
“No Good Deed” from Down to the River
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