M.L. Longworth on The Writing Process: Up in the Attic

Inspiration is a funny thing. It can come to us like a lightning bolt, through the lyrics of a song, or in the fog of a dream. Ask any writer where their stories come from and you’ll get a myriad of answers, and in that vein I created the WHAT (What the Hell Are you Thinking?) interview. 

Today’s guest for the WHAT is M. L. Longworth, author of Disaster at the Vendome Theater (A Provençal Mystery) where calamity befalls the little Vendome Theater in the tenth installment of the sun- and wine-soaked Provençal Mystery Series.

Ideas for our books can come from just about anywhere, and sometimes even we can’t pinpoint exactly how or why. Did you have a specific origin point for your book?

I have a very specific origin point for my books: my friend Juliette’s attic. It’s actually the attic in a very big old country house that belongs to her in-laws. I can’t remember why she asked me to help her fetch some items from the house’s attic; it had to do with her children: I think she was looking for some props for a school play. 

For years I had been mulling over the idea of how well suited our town, Aix-en-Provence, was suited to a mystery series. Like Morse’s Oxford, it is a celebrated university town. Like Brunetti’s Venice, it’s much visited for its picturesque well-preserved buildings. And the thrill of writing articles about Provence for magazines and newspapers was beginning to fade; so much time was spent pitching, more time than researching and writing the article. And I was longing to write a book, preferably an old-fashioned mystery, the kind I liked to read. 

But I was shy of starting, and needed that initial push. It came to me that afternoon, in the attic. 

When Juliette opened the attic’s door, it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. Dust floated around the immense room, and a sole bare light bulb made it difficult to make out the many odd shapes that filled the space. Juliette unlatched a thick wooden shutter and flung it open with a bang, allowing the bright light of Provence to come streaming in. Slowly I saw the treasures, as Juliette rummaged around in boxes for whatever she was looking for. There were two ancient gilded mirrors leaning against the stone wall, one of them over eight feet high. I lost count of the many rush-seated kitchen chairs, the ones common in Provence in the 19th century and so fondly painted by Cézanne. Stacks of delicate porcelain lied here and there, next to bunches of silver cutlery sets tied up with colored ribbon. There were sporting trophies, rolled up Oriental rugs, dozens of marble-topped tables and old commodes. 

Juliette began telling me stories of the family, how in 1900 one of the family’s Counts had to marry a wealthy young woman from Philadelphia in a marriage arranged by their parents: his noble status in exchange for her family’s money. We found photographs of them in Cannes, on the beach in the 1920s. Fascinated, I took the photographs towards the open window to have more light. “Be careful!” Juliette yelled. It was then that I saw that the window didn’t have any glass, and we were four floors up. The first scene of my unwritten book came into my head: a wealthy young nobleman from Aix falls, or is pushed, to his death out the attic window of his family’s château.

Once the original concept existed, how did you build a plot around it?

At that point I only had one scene, and a principal character. I built the plot beginning with the rest of the characters. He victim needed a brother, to whom he had been close as children but now rarely saw. One was good, the other bad. There would be a caretaker at the castle, one the same age as the brothers but without their advantages. The brothers would need wives, or girlfriends, and occupations. I then added my sleuths: the magistrate, Antoine Verlaque, a Parisian and not used to small town politics; and his on-again off-again girlfriend, Marine Bonnet, a law professor and native to Aix. She knew the brothers as children. Marine is devastated by the murder and begins asking old friends and colleagues about the family, giving me more characters and possible suspects. The plot grew from there. I added details about Aix, revealing its history and describing its beauty as best I could, rewriting and correcting as I went.

Have you ever had the plot firmly in place, only to find it changing as the story moved from your mind to paper?

Yes! All the time. I write out character details before starting each book, and then very roughly the plot, but I change the plot as I write. I feel it liberating to be able to do that, and it makes the writing process longer but more fun!

Do story ideas come to you often, or is fresh material hard to come by?

Yes! Story ideas can come from so many places: conversations overheard in a café in Aix, reading an article in the local newspaper about a feud in a nearby village, or using Aix itself as a jumping off point (its buildings, famous sons and daughters, its fountains, its opera festival, its Roman and/or medieval past).

How do you choose which story to write next, if you’ve got more than one percolating?

I’ve just completed book ten of the series, and so far it’s been a natural choice of which book to do next. I try to mix up the themes from book to book, and instinctively know which one I want to write next, which I hope means it’s the same one my readers would want to read next.

I have 6 cats and a Dalmatian (seriously, check my Instagram feed) and I usually have at least one or two snuggling with me when I write. Do you have a writing buddy, or do you find it distracting?

I would find writing with someone around very distracting. Sometimes I have a little classical music playing, on commercial-free stations, but often it gets turned off after an hour or so.

M.L. Longworth has lived full-time in Provence since 1997. She has written about the region for the Washington Post, the Times (UK), the Independent, and Bon Appétit magazine. She writes a mystery series, set in Aix-en-Provence, for Penguin USA: the tenth book, Disaster at the Vendôme Theatre, will be released in October of 2022. The books have been adapted by Britbox and ITV as a television series, Murder in Provence, starring Roger Allam and Nancy Carroll.

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In the glittering backstreets of modern New York, old scars and secrets give birth to magical calamities.I think this is interesting but I'm not sure that it's quite hook-ish enough, because it's very non-specific. I do think it's decent though, and if you follow it up with real meat, it could work.

To the venandi, power is a matter of life and death. This is definitely not real meat. I don't know who or what the venandi are, so it doesn't really matter to me. And power is kind of always a matter of life and death, no matter who you are. I'd strike this.

Their hidden society is structured upon the notion of noblesse oblige — privilege entails responsibility. Okay... this makes them sound like they are the good guys, whereas power being a matter of life and death as alluded to in the line above, makes them seem power hungry, so it feels contradictory to me. Their second hearts that beat alongside the first draw power from the ether: an energy source from the realm of purity, the first out of reality’s three dimensions, which manifests into eight different types of magical abilities as it passes into the mortal realm. Way too much world building, no plot. I'm not really intereted in second hearts and ether and 8 kinds of magic, because I don't know who they are, what they want, or what the plot is. Right now this goes from being very vague, to become super specific - but still not telling me anything about what the story is.

Seventeen year old Hazel Labelle has always believed herself cursed, haunted by her strange ability to see the spirit world. Is Hazel a human? Or a venandi? We spent a lot of time talking about them and now we're talking about Hazel. She is an avid boxer and pioneer, What does it mean to be a pioneer in today's world? and she has not lived in one place for more than six months. The unstable nature of her life was put to rest upon reaching New York, where she has lived in peace for four years. You just said she's never stayed anywhere more than 6 months, but now it's four years - also, if she's seventeen, she got to NY when she was 13... so are her parents the ones moving her around and leading this wandering lifestyle? But recently, her peace is threatened by a series of strange happenings within the city — people are disappearing in groups without a trace, their bodies found burned and covered in odd markings. Why does this threaten her peace? What does it have to do with her ability to see the spirit world?

When Hazel is attacked by a mysterious man in a mask during a rebellious one night road trip with her friend, an intrusion that results in the kidnapping of her father, her fragile reality starts to crumble. Really convoluted sentence here. And what does it mean that her reality is fragile? Fragile how? Connected to her visions? Does the road trip matter to the story? Simply say - "when her father is kidnapped." You don't have a lot of room to go into this level of detail in a query. Drawn into the twisted dark world of venandi, I'm completely confused as to whether the venandi are good or bad Hazel is put through a dream trial that unveils a fledgling venandi’s magic, only to discover she possesses a cursed power that is not meant to exist. She also begins to suffer from flashes of images, bits and pieces from a past she cannot remember. With the help of the residents of the Phoenix Headquarters, Who are they? How did she meet them? Are they venandi? and she will face down age-old schemes, bitter royals, and a world-shattering betrayal that will leave her unable to tell friend from foe, illusion from reality, and lies from truths any longer. This doesn't have any impact because I don't know anything about the schemes, the royals, or the betrayals. They're just words and plot elements that any number of stories have.

For in the venandi world, ignorance equals ruination. This doesn't really have any impact either, because I don't know who the venandi are, what they want, or if they're even good or bad.

NOTHING BUT SHADOWS is a modern reimagining of medieval monarchs and nobility, heavily dusted with magical intrigue. It is an upper YA contemporary fantasy complete at 118k words, with series potential. I am currently a college student from South Korea, and I run an Instagram account (@winter.writes17) with over 34k followers.

From the query, I never would have guessed that this had any relation to medieval monachs, etc. I don't understand how any of these plot elements are connected - venandi, dead bodies in the city, her dad getting kidnapped, a guy attacking her, these Phoenix people, and then any number of things in the last paragraph. You need to get the actual plot front and center - and Hazel, not the venandi. Their hearts, etc, don't matter at all. What is Hazel's goal? Is she trying to get her dad back? He's lost entirely. I don't know what she wants, who her enemy is, who her friends are, or what the actual plot is. Work on trimming this down to the bone to get the plot front and center, not world building, or too much detail about things that don't matter (second hearts, one night road trips). Also, YA fantasy is always inundated, and 118k is pretty long in the tooth for a debut. Try to get it under 100k before you start quyering!

Suzanne Moyers on the Ghostly Inspiration for ’Til All These Things Be Done

Inspiration is a funny thing. It can come to us like a lightning bolt, through the lyrics of a song, or in the fog of a dream. Ask any writer where their stories come from and you’ll get a myriad of answers, and in that vein I created the WHAT (What the Hell Are you Thinking?) interview. 

Today’s guest for the WHAT is Suzanne Moyers, a former teacher who spent more than 20 years as an editor and writer for the education press. Suzanne is the author of ’Til All These Things Be Done

Ideas for our books can come from just about anywhere, and sometimes even we can’t pinpoint exactly how or why. Did you have a specific origin point for your book?

I was a teenager when my grandmother, aka “Nana”, moved from her Texas farm to our home on Long Island.  I’ll never forget the first time I witnessed her staring into an empty corner, crying to the ghost of her long-lost father: Papa, come back! Please!  She was in the early stages of dementia, but her emotion was utterly real, driving me to learn more about her father’s inexplicable disappearance way back in 1919.   

Papa had supposedly loved his family, but after being maimed in a terrible accident, left to seek clerical work in newly-booming Houston, 350 miles away.   When they stopped hearing from him, his family assumed he must be dead, but they were in survival mode and didn’t have the wherewithal to find out for sure. It was only when my grandmother was in her fifties that she learned Papa was still alive and living a day’s train ride away, that even knowing his children needed him, he hadn’t returned to claim them.  Though my grandmother had never made sense of this betrayal, over the years, new details emerged suggesting a more hopeful postlude to the story.  I’d long ago crafted my own fantasy around these details, imagining a closure my grandmother never had but that I like to believe could be true. 

 Once the original concept existed, how did you build a plot around it?

Deep research into the rich but troubled ‘cotton culture’ of early 20th century Texas provided ample inspiration, as did my grandmother’s recollections of events like the ‘great influenza’ epidemic and day-to-day life on her grandfather’s farm.  I also had stories from other kin who lived in Texas during that era, and plenty of photographs and heirlooms to juice my creative endeavors. I used these details and my imagination to create plot twists, conflict, and also develop unique but believable characters. 

Have you ever had the plot firmly in place, only to find it changing as the story moved from your mind to paper?  

I am a pantser/plotter hybrid.  I like having a basic outline for a novel and, in this case, I already had certain key elements of the story in mind. But creativity often feels like a supernatural force to me, driving me down unfamiliar yet eerily vivid paths. I always follow those paths, surprised at where I end up but always glad I’ve gotten there.     

Do story ideas come to you often, or is fresh material hard to come by?

Anything I wonder about becomes fodder for potential stories. And since I’m constantly wondering (sometimes annoyingly so), I have a lot of ideas! Usually my best inspiration arises from a need to understand what makes ‘ordinary’ people do unlikely things, from following a charismatic guru around the world to abandoning their families to killing their families (see below).  My problem isn’t coming up with ideas; it’s finding the time and, frankly, the willpower to develop them. A great idea is one thing, but the work of turning it into compelling fiction is another thing entirely.  Even if you’re not writing historical fiction, you have to do the initial research into your setting, learn as much as you can about your subject, get into other peoples’ messy minds—and turn yours inside out too.       

How do you choose which story to write next, if you’ve got more than one percolating?

Having just written this heartfelt, intense historical saga, I’m thinking I want to challenge myself in tackling something completely different. To that end, I’ve started a thriller based on a true crime in which a stressed-out, religious, suburban mom persuades her ‘golden child’ to murder the rest of their family. Of course, there’s also the temptation to use my hard-won skills in writing another historical drama. I have a thick file of research about this family of Dutch female traders living in New Amsterdam (now New York City) in the 17th and 18th centuries. It’s such an intriguing subject and I’m a fool for history, so who knows where that might lead?   

I have 6 cats and a Dalmatian (seriously, check my Instagram feed) and I usually have at least one or two snuggling with me when I write. Do you have a writing buddy, or do you find it distracting?

My six-year-old Havenese, Tuxi, is also black-and-white and adorable like your Dalmatian.  Both breeds are notoriously neurotic too.  Sometimes Tuxi sits next to my desk and stares at me with these soulful eyes and, even though I know he’s recently been fed and walked and belly-rubbed, it drives me crazy.  It’s how I used to feel when my kids were toddlers and they’d stick their heads into my office and ask, “Now, Mama? Now can you play?” I do keep a big bag of treats on my desk, and I’ll take five minutes here and there to throw a couple down the hall for Tuxi to chase.  If he still keeps staring at me after that, I’ll take him downstairs and put the gate up and try to forget him for a while. Because that’s the difference between having a dog and a toddler.  

Suzanne Moyers is a lifelong history geek who spends her free time as a volunteer archeologist, mudlarker, and metal detectorist.  Suzanne is the proud mom to two amazing young adults, Sara and Jassi, and resides in the greater New York City area.