Well, it's here.
Wishing you a fabulous day - however you chose to spend it. And if you are in a situation where there is little or no choice, I wish you better things for 2025.
Happy Christmas
Nadolig Llawen
Well, it's here.
Wishing you a fabulous day - however you chose to spend it. And if you are in a situation where there is little or no choice, I wish you better things for 2025.
Happy Christmas
Nadolig Llawen
If you look for any cosy crime/mystery stories set at Christmas then it's good odds you will find yourself embroiled in a country house party.
And there must be a snow storm.
Honestly, why would anyone accept an invitation to a house party knowing that they would inevitably end up stowed in, with a murderer picking off guests one by one?
But readers, and therefore authors, love them! They are frequently Golden Age, original or written as historical. Although a contemporary setting is possible the patina of a lost time seems to add to the mix. And, of course, once the snow is deep and the single phone line down - probably courtesy of the killer - then no communication is available. None of that pesky mobile phone or Internet stuff.
The basic ingredients are ripe for murder. A group if disparate people - obviously with various tensions in the relationships. Probably not a group anyone in their right mind would invite for a peaceful Christmas - but as my mother would say, if it wasn't like that, there would not be a story. So we find estranged children, uneasy business partners, former or illicit lovers, heirs in waiting.
There must be a classic Christmas setting, with all the trappings - food, roaring fires, trees and decorations, almost the definition of cosy, lulling us into a false sense of security. The kind of Christmas everyone thinks they should be having, but probably few achieve?
It is the darkest time of the year , with a power cut optional. The house is undoubtedly big and spooky, with long corridors, several staircases and perhaps a picture gallery. Also attics and cellars. It is usually attics - havens for neglected festive decorations and dressing up boxes. Cellars are more for thrillers, unless it is a wine cellar.
There will be staff, and a 'lord of the manor' a good candidate for being the first victim. The second will be the person who appeared to have done the crime, and/or has crucial information which they are about to divulge to the sleuth. There must be a sleuth - an amateur or possibly a private detective - Hercule Poirot please step forward. The police - in the first instance likely to be the slow and bovine village bobby, complete with bike - will be late on the scene, held up by the snow. There will be clues, as the whole thing is based on a puzzle.
Everything hinges on atmosphere. The conjuring of the perfect Christmas that actually isn't And we would not have it any other way.
The mystery secret santa - wearing my reading glasses. |
Christmas is a time for family - or so we are told. When you don't have any family left, it becomes a time for friends. As a writer, it is time for hanging out with my tribe. Like minded people that you chose to be with - which may be an improvement on some family gatherings? Just saying.
So far this month I have met with some fellow creatives from various disciplines at a professional event - not friends as such, but a welcome interaction with people with like minds - lunch, chat and some formal business. A highlight was a discussion on the place of Mary Stewart as an influence on the kind of romantic fiction I write - that would be a very significant one as far as I am concerned - which was interesting as the two people I was talking with were men. We were united in the opinion that her books have been gravely overlooked by film and TV. There have been a number of very enjoyable radio recordings, but as far as I am aware the only book to make it to film was The Moonspinners. Dating from 1964, it was a vehicle for the transition of child actress Hayley Mills to adult roles and featured her first screen kiss. Which took place, if my memory serves. while hiding in the back of a converted hearse.
Since then? Nothing.
IMHO Wildfire at Midnight would be excellent for TV. Set on the Isle of Skye at the time of the Coronation of Elizabeth II and and the climb to the top of Everest, it has Beltane fires, supernatural superstitions, missing girls, murder and lots of fog. Perfect creepy Sunday night viewing. Perhaps some day a power-that-is will realise it.
My second tribal outing was with seven members of the Cariad Chapter of the RNA for an excellent Christmas lunch at one of the local branches of Zizzis. The food was good and the service attentive and the company was - of course - first rate. Lots of laughter and gossip.
I have another two outings on the calendar - one with a mob of crime writers and one with a collection of writers from various disciplines - mostly women's and romantic fiction but with a poet and non fiction writer in the mix. Looking forward to both. Good to be with people who totally understand you.
Photo shamelessly stolen form Jan Baynham. |