AI for Authors

Tuesday, October 22nd, 2024

I recently attended a webinar about a hot contemporary topic: If and how authors can and should use Artificial Intelligence in their writing. The title of the webinar made me curious and gave me pause at the same time. I’m paraphrasing here:

How can authors use AI to speed up the writing process and write books in days instead of months and years?

At first glance, this title sounds typical of today’s highly competitive market for authors, whether they write fiction or nonfiction. The webinar itself was informative and helpful. It was the title that made me feel uncomfortable.

Writing is a process, first and foremost. Of course, we hope to have a finished product at the end. However, if we don’t enjoy the process, we miss the most important part of writing. When I write, I explore ideas, emotions, and insights. I write to study myself. I put myself into the minds and feelings of the characters I create. I investigate the world within and around me. This is a meaningful experience and I want to cherish it, not cram it into the shortest possible timeframe.

AI is an exciting field that can be useful in many ways. I work as a freelance tasker for a company that improves AI texts in German. AI, like all inventions, can be used for good and bad. As an author, I can see using AI for things such as research, for instance, perhaps even for some editing tasks.

AI, however, shouldn’t replace meaningful work that enriches us. So, my fellow authors, enjoy this time, this adventure of creating an imaginary world or helpful information you share with others. Don’t rush. Take your time, whether it takes days, weeks, months, and yes, even years.

Happy Writing!

Coffee, cake, chatting, and mulled wine with author Linda Huber in Zurich

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2015

 

For those who missed Linda’s blog post last week!

One of the challenges of being an independent author is creating connections, but this is also one of its perks. Since I started my micro publishing business back in 2010, I have had the good fortune of meeting many wonderful friends on social media. The true pleasure, however, is when you have the chance to get together with them in person. I’ve met several of my author and reader friends for lunch or an outing and these occasions are always an inspiration.

One such opportunity I had when meeting Linda Huber, the talented author of books such as The Attic Room and The Cold Cold Sea. During my yearly stay in my original home country, Switzerland, this November, we met in the city of Zurich. We took a stroll through the old part of Zurich, visited one of my favorite coffee shops, the richly decorated Cafe Felix at Bellevue, which serves excellent coffee and cake. While enjoying a cappuccino and a delicious Aprikosen-Streuselkuchen (apricot crumb cake), we talked about books, about Scotland (where Linda is from), California (where I live), and tons of other topics.

To walk off some of the calories, we took another stroll, admiring the many small shops, the beautiful old buildings, and Christmas decorations.

Since the weather was rather on the cold and wet side, we needed to warm up at one of the many Glühwein stands (mulled wine) which, together with roasted chestnuts, are very popular at this time of the year.

 

It was a truly memorable time and I look forward to more such occasions!

WIP is at the editor – what now?

Monday, October 13th, 2014

I just sent off my WIP, The Italian Sister, to the editor. 

It’s a great feeling to have the manuscript I have been laboring over out of my hair for a while. After a sigh of relief, panic sets in. WHAT NOW? I feel oddly abandoned without my work. Besides, I’m totally stuck on the sequel I was planning to write. And I mean STUCK!

Okay, I know, lots of writers go through this. I do have a few options, I guess:

 

 

1) I forget about writing for a while and enjoy a piece of chocolate instead. But that only takes a few minutes and then what?

2) A cup of coffee? A few more minutes. And then what?

3) I go on vacation–wait, you need money for this… Hmm.

4) It’s cheaper to just go for a walk in my beautiful neighborhood:

Okay, done that. Now what?

5) Read, but I do this all the time anyway. And reading can also be an escape to keep from writing. 

Gee, this is getting difficult. I’m running out of options.

I guess there is only one option left:

6) BUCKLE DOWN AND WRITE ANYWAY. Sigh!

Unless, dear writer/reader, you can come up with a better idea. What do you do when you’re stuck?

Cheers!

“Keep it simple!” A no-nonsense approach to the production of quality wines – Caparone Winery in Paso Robles, California

Friday, July 25th, 2014


I’m working on two novels that take place on vineyards, the first one on a vineyard in Tuscany and the second one on a vineyard in the Paso Robles region in California, along Hwy 101 about half-way between Los Angeles and the Bay area.
Since I love red wine, particularly Italian red wine, but know little to nothing about the actual process of making wine, I have to do a lot of research. I read books, navigate the internet, and visit tasting rooms and wineries. My friends of course nudge and wink whenever they mention my “research.” They probably think I sit around in tasting rooms or lie half-drunk between wine barrels on some estate.
Well, this is not the case, of course. I actually do serious research, but who says that serious research can’t be enjoyable and entertaining? Anyway, last year I had the opportunity to spend a week in Tuscany together with my relatives and friends in Switzerland. It was a wonderful experience and I wrote about it in a series of earlier blog posts:
This year, I tried to find wineries and vineyards in California. Now, that shouldn’t be too difficult, should it? After all, California is THE wine region of the United States and every since Californian wine won a blind tasting contest in France of all countries, also called “The Judgement of Paris,” the reputation of fine Californian wine has spread all over the world.
Therefore, it shouldn’t have been too difficult to find vineyards where I could watch the process of winemaking and ask questions. Actually, it turned out a little more difficult than I had expected. For one thing, as many vineyards and winemaking outfits as there are—and there are many!—most of the tasting rooms are not necessarily next to the vineyards or wineries. Many of them are full of tourists during the vacation season and you can’t just monopolize the time of the people who pour the wine and ask a lot of questions. Besides, you can’t just walk on someone’s property to look at his or her vines.
After a few unsuccessful sessions in tasting rooms, where I spent some money buying a few bottles of wine but getting little out of it with regard to solid information about winemaking, I approached my research somewhat more intelligently. I honed in on smaller outfits and on vineyards and wineries that produce Italian wines, since this is the kind of background my novels focus on.
And lo and behold, I found a gem of a winery, which was just perfect for what I was looking for: the Caparone Winery on the westside of Paso Robles: www.caparone.com.
It is an artisan winery, tucked away in the hills of Paso Robles, run by a father-son team. I found their address and got a little background from their website, but when I drove up to Paso Robles and searched for it, it took me a while to find it. Used to large banners announcing wine tasting and all kinds of entertainment at other wineries, I nearly missed the Caparone sign. 

I finally spotted a vineyard and a house on top of the hill. I followed the country road up to a large red-brown barn-like building. As I parked and got out of the car, it was very quiet and peaceful. Only the singing of a few birds interrupted the silence. 

There was a small sign on the barn that said “Tasting,” so I opened the door, went inside, and stood smack in the winery itself: fermentation tanks on one side, stacks of barrels four levels high in the middle and the back, and boxes of bottled wine on the other side. 

Somehow, I knew I had found what I was looking for. Here was finally an outfit that looked like a real winery and not just a glitzy tasting room. In fact, there wasn’t a tasting room at all but just a tasting area, a longish table with bottles of Caparone wines and wine glasses lined up neatly in a row. Behind it stood a young man who smiled and asked if I wanted to taste some wine.

Now, I certainly wasn’t going to turn down a taste of wine, particularly since there was no tasting charge. Other wineries usually charge ten dollars for tasting, unless you belong to their wine club. Marc Caparone poured me a glass of Sangiovese, one of my favorite wines, and it was truly delicious. So were the other two varietals of their estate wines I tried, Nebbiolo and Aglianico, both wines I had never had before. They were excellent—interesting, complex, with a lot of character and just the right amount of tannin. I’m not an expert on wines, not by a long shot. But I know what I like and I truly liked those wines. I have ordered several bottles since then.

However, it wasn’t just the wine, it was also the friendly, unassuming, and helpful attitude of the owners that I liked. The first time I met Marc I didn’t have much time to ask too many questions since I was just driving through on my way to the Bay area. But he immediately volunteered all kinds of information and gave me a good overview of the history of the vineyards and winery, of his family’s background, and of how his father, Dave Caparone, had started the winery back in 1979, although he had already been involved in research and winemaking for quite some time before that.
Here is an interesting article about the history of the winery and Dave Caparone’s early days making wine: http://www.caparone.com/history-complete.html.

A few months later, I spent a whole week in Paso Robles and went back to the Caparones and it was then that I also met the father, Dave Caparone, who had started the vineyard and the winery. Now in his seventies, the trim, wiry man shows no sign of slowing down. According to his son, he still checks the vines every day, sometimes even at night.

As Marc and Dave told me, they do things a little differently from some of the other wineries in the area. They try to keep the whole process simple. They have thirteen acres of planted vines, which is moderate compared to the other estates. They are not taking part in wine contests, they are not investing millions in advertising. “We don’t like the show-biz approach to winemaking,” Dave Caparone said in his straightforward, no-nonsense demeanor and his son, Marc, agreed.
Instead, they focus all their energy on working the land in a sustainable fashion, planting their vines in the correct microclimate, cultivating the grapes carefully and with love, producing quality and complex wines, and selling them at affordable prices! They do all the work themselves with the exception of picking the grapes at harvest time, when they have a crew of people helping them, and again when it’s time to bottle the wine.
Since the family has been at it for over thirty years, they have a lot of experience, they know what works and what doesn’t, and they have many loyal customers from all over the country without having to spend a lot of money on spreading the word. Their wines speak for themselves and allow them to make a good living.
Both father and son took hours answering my questions, suggesting books, and showing me around. My initial hesitation of taking up too much of their time and asking too many questions began to fade as I began to feel they both truly enjoyed telling me as much as possible about their work.

But Marc and Dave Caparone don’t just produce great wine, they are also excellent musicians. They play jazz and perform publicly. Dave Caparone, the father, has a Masters in Music and plays the trombone, and his son, Marc, plays the cornet and bass. Marc’s wife, Dawn Lambeth, is a very talented singer. See the videos at the end of the post!
In addition to his passion for wine and music, Dave Caparone has a third interest: He loves classic cars and has fixed up a few beauties that even impressed a non-aficionada of cars like me.

The following videos provide a glimpse of the Caparones’ musical talents. Pour yourself a glass of wine, sit back, and enjoy!

Here is Marc Caparone playing the cornet:

And here are Dave and Marc together. Dave on the very left, playing the trombone and Marc next to him with the cornet:
 
 

Here is Dawn Lambert, Marc’s wife, singing one of my favorite songs:

And finally, the whole family together:

The Art of Winemaking and Writing

Wednesday, July 17th, 2013

From Vines to Wines

Courtesy of Morgue.com – roholt

I got this title from a book by Jeff Cox, which I am reading for my research. My new novel takes place in part on vineyards in Tuscany and California. I recommend the book to anybody interested in finding out more about the fascinating process of winemaking.

I love wine, particularly red wine, but also some whites. I am a very moderate drinker, one or two glasses occasionally with a meal, that’s all I can tolerate. But I do enjoy the taste. A glass of good wine makes a simple meal special. So, it wasn’t a great surprise when the topic of wine and vineyards were beginning to sneak into one of my novels, my WIP.  

The more I read about the growing of grapes and the making of wine the more I realize what an amazing process it is, one that extends over many years. It’s a fascinating and risky undertaking and much can go wrong. Like with other types of farming, bad weather at a crucial time in the growth stage of the vines and grapes can ruin a harvest. Pests are a constant threat. Even in ideal conditions—such as the excellent climate in California, for instance—a bountiful harvest is no guarantee. I think it is a gift from the gods (or God, whatever your choice of belief).

The process begins by choosing the right place for the vineyard. Then comes the preparation and testing of the soil, the building of the trellis, the selection and planting of the proper grapes, followed by thinning, pruning, fertilizing and so on and so on. And once the grapes are ripening, a new cycle begins. Grapes are harvested and the winemaker can begin to show his artistry.

From the little reading I have done and from my yet limited observation, I gather that making wine is both an art and a science and involves the joint effort of Mother Nature and the ingenuity and care of women and men.

There is a lot of snobbery around wines, mainly encouraged by some consumers. The men and women who do the actual work and who cultivate the land and make the wine are hardworking people who love their craft and are passionate about it.

Making a good bottle of wine takes time, many years of working, waiting, and praying. Waiting is a rare art in today’s fast-paced world. Everything needs to be “right now.” We don’t like to wait. But the grapes don’t care and the fermentation takes time and can’t be rushed. Too much manipulation from winemakers can ruin a good wine. Waiting—a truly lost art.

Writing a good book takes time, too. In the era of independent publishing and eBooks and websites and blogs, I often hear the advice: write as many books as possible and write them fast or you’ll miss the boat.

Okay, so I’ll take the next one.

There are some unusually talented writers who can crank out several quality books a year. They are few and far between. Most of us need time to write, to gather our thoughts, to let our creativity simmer or, in winemaking terms, to let the story ferment, bubble, and rise.

I dedicate this post to the artists and writers and to the lovers of wine, but in particular to my father, who taught me to appreciate wine in moderation, to my mother who acquired a taste for wine late in her life and enjoyed one glass of red wine with dinner every night, and to my father-in-law, who learned to appreciate wine during a trip through Europe and with whom I shared a glass whenever I visited him.

Enjoy your wine, but remember this quotation from Eubulus on the consumption of wine (which I found in From Vines to Wines by Jeff Cox):

“Three bowls only do I serve for the temperate:
one for health, which they empty first;
the second for love and pleasure;
and the third for sleep.
When this bowl is drunk up, wise guests go home.
The fourth bowl is ours no longer, but belongs to violence;
the fifth to uproar;
the sixth to drunken revel;
the seventh to black eyes;
the eighth is the policeman’s;
the ninth belongs to billiousness;
and the tenth to madness and hurling the furniture.”
– Eubulus (circa 375 B.C.)
 
Cheers, Prosit, Zum Wohl, Salute, Salud, Kampai!   

Authors I admire – Susan Dormady Eisenberg

Friday, June 28th, 2013

This is the second post in my “Authors I admire” series. And this time, I am happy and honored to introduce Susan Dormady Eisenberg and her wonderful debut novel THE VOICE I JUST HEARD. If you like stories about music and love, you will enjoy her work. She is an experienced writer and has a background in singing and her novel about the struggle of a young singer to fulfill her dream touched me deeply.

Here is a brief bio of the author:
Susan Dormady Eisenberg is a journalist and author of a novel, The Voice I Just Heard. Eisenberg has written an upcoming article about the late Broadway-opera baritone, Bruce Yarnell, which will appear in Classical Singer Magazine this fall, and frequently writes about the arts, TV & travel for Huffington Post and Open Salon. She’s drafted a second novel about the drive to be a mother, Lucky For You, which she is now editing, and she’s researching a third novel about American sharpshooter, Annie Oakley. Her web site is www.susandormadyeisenberg.net. 

THE VOICE I JUST HEARD

Blurb: The Voice I Just Heard depicts a summer in the life of a young soprano who yearns to perform on Broadway, never imagining she has the talent to sing opera. It also features a backstage romance that may or may not evolve into love.

Nora Costello battles self-doubt and parental disapproval, problems that seem insurmountable when her brother Liam dies in Vietnam. Though she meets an unlikely mentor who supports her vocal ambitions, Nora wonders if she’ll survive the loss of Liam, much less find the strength to compete in a business known for heartbreak.

This haunting debut novel poses a universal question: How far will you go to chase a dream? As Nora searches for the answer, she finds she must heed the most important voice of all, the whisper of her own heart.

My thoughts on THE VOICE I JUST HEARD:

My mother was a singer, not a professional one, but she sang all the time–at home while cleaning, in church, and community choirs. Our home was filled with her lovely voice, so when I read the blurb about THE VOICE I JUST HEARD by Susan Dormady Eisenbeg, I knew it was a book for me. And I was not disappointed.

This is the story of a young girl whose passion is to become a professional singer. Full of yearning and self-doubt, with the shadows of a dead brother, a family breaking apart, and parents opposed to her vocation looming over her, Nora nevertheless pursues her dream. Bart, somewhat older but equally confused, struggles to get his career in singing back on its feet and clean up his family life. They fall in love but the obstacles in their lives and their own hang-ups sabotage their early relationship. Only as more mature people, secure in themselves, would they have a chance to make it work.

This beautifully told and carefully researched and crafted novel is full of vivid and sensual details. The characters–flawed, self-absorbed, yet loving and generous–are convincing and their development as artists and human beings feels real. A lovely book I can highly recommend.

Links to THE VOICE I JUST HEARD:

Amazon.com

HAPPY READING!

Authors I admire – Linda Cassidy Lewis

Friday, June 7th, 2013

Ever since I began to publish my novels independently, I have been reading works by other indie authors and I found a wealth of great books by fabulous writers. These works have kept me entertained for many hours and have given me new insights. I have cried and laughed with the characters and was often deeply touched by the stories.


One of my favorite authors is Linda Cassidy Lewis. Her two novels THE BREVITY OF ROSES and the sequel, AN ILLUSION OF TRUST, deal with the many facets of love and relationships, with its painful and joyous moments, and with the powerful influence a person’s past can have on her or his present life.

THE BREVITY OF ROSES

Blurb: Jalal Vaziri has looks, money, women–and a habit of running from reality. Convinced he’s only running from a father who hates him, a career mistake, and endless partying, he abandons Wall Street and reinvents himself as a poet in a California beach house. A fresh start is all he needs. When an intriguing woman enters his life, he believes all his dreams are coming true. But too soon those dreams dissolve into nightmare. Jalal flees again. He’s nearing the point of no return when another woman blocks his retreat and challenges him to finally face the truth about what he’s trying to outrun.

 
In this contemporary tale of love, loss, and redemption, a desperate man discovers his salvation lies in an unlikely source.

My thoughts on The Brevity of Roses:

Every once in a while, I come across a work of literature, which is not only fascinating, entertaining, and moving, but which touches me on a deeper level. The Brevity of Roses by Linda Cassidy Lewis is one of those books.

The Brevity of Roses is a story about love, the power and beauty of love as well as the fear it can trigger and the pain it can cause. Love is what the three main characters–Jalal, Meredith, and Renee–struggle with.

Jalal, a handsome American-Iranian poet from a well-to-do family escapes a life of drugs, alcohol, a career he hates, and a lot of superficial relationships by moving across the country from New York to California. He finds love and embraces it but when tragedy strikes, he withdraws from life. Underneath the shiny veneer he presents to the world, he is slowly dying. Meredith, an anthropologist, struggles with feelings of guilt toward her former husband which hold her back from giving her heart fully, and Renee, a waitress and survivor of childhood abuse and neglect, falls in love but when it gets serious, her first reaction is to run. But it is the tenacious Renee who ultimately manages to break down the walls Jalal has built around himself and forces him to face his demons, a grief so deep it threatens to undo him.

While reading this book, I was often reminded of a quotation by May Sarton in her book Mrs. Stephens Hears the Mermaids Singing: “Love opens the door into everything, as far as I can see, including, and perhaps most of all, the door into one’s secret, and often terrible and frightening, real self.”

The Brevity of Roses is a carefully crafted, beautifully told story. The characters are complex and believable, flawed but loveable. With vivid descriptions, the author manages to engage our senses, our thoughts, and our emotions. And, without any explicit love-making scenes, she creates a highly charged and sensuous atmosphere.

AN ILLUSION OF TRUST, the sequel:

Blurb: In this sequel to The Brevity of Roses, Renee Vaziri discovers that even when your dreams come true your nightmares remain.

When Renee Marshall locked the door on her dark past and married Jalal Vaziri, she hoped for a quiet life in a California coastal town. Now, with a sexy, adoring, wealthy husband, one beautiful child and another on the way, she dares to believe happily ever after could be her future. But doors don’t always stay locked. As the stress of living in Jalal’s high-society world increases, the traumas of Renee’s past begin to poison the present and threaten to destroy everything she treasures.

Is it her imagination or is Jalal keeping a secret that will end their marriage and rip her children from her life? And could it involve Diane, the woman who reminds Renee too much of Jalal’s beloved first wife?

My thoughts on An Illusion of Trust:

After a rocky and passionate relationship which began in The Brevity of Roses, the prequel to the current book, Renee and Jalal have tied the knot. Renee still can’t believe her luck. Here she is married to this handsome, sexy, charming, intelligent man who also happened to be rich. Coming from a background of having to struggle for every penny, a miserable childhood and young adulthood, Renee is finally able to enjoy love and security. But the trauma of her past, which she stubbornly tries to push away, doesn’t just dissolve in this seemingly idyllic environment. And that past keeps erupting, making her feel insecure and inadequate, making her doubt the love of her family, the love of her husband, and her capacity as mother to her two children. And Jalal, though a loving husband and doting father, seems to have a whole bunch of secrets he doesn’t want to share with his wife, increasing her insecurities and fears. All of this leads to an emotional explosion, and we begin to wonder if the two will ever be happy together again.

I loved the author’s first book, The Brevity of Roses, and was eagerly awaiting the sequel. I was not disappointed. Linda Cassidy Lewis once again presents us with a sensitive and psychologically profound work, full of vivid details. Her main character, Renee, is a troubled woman and her behavior seems often unreasonable. I sometimes felt like smacking her. But the author does an excellent job of showing her vulnerability and her basic good heart and we keep hoping and rooting for her.

The Brevity of Roses and An Illusion of Trust are available on Amazon and I hope this post inspires you to give them a try. They are truly remarkable stories:

Linda Cassidy Lewis’s Author Page on Amazon

The Author’s Website and Blog

HAPPY READING!

Voices of readers that make my heart leap

Sunday, May 13th, 2012

Writing is a lonely pursuit. You sit at your desk and put words on paper or on the computer screen and begin a silent conversation mainly with yourself. Eventually, if you’re lucky, someone else, a reader, will answer you back and so, out of the monologue a dialogue develops.

Reviews are one way readers communicate with an author. They let the author know if his or her words made them happy or angry or left them untouched. When I published my first novel, I received a few enthusiastic 5-star reviews from a couple of friends who read the book, liked it, and wanted to support me. That was wonderful. Publishing a novel or a poem is like sending a child out into the world. You want it to do well and you need all the encouragement you can get.


However, after a while my readership grew. People I don’t know and who don’t know me judge what they read on its own merits, according to their tastes, likes and dislikes. Some love it and respond enthusiastically, others like it a little, and a few may hate it. People have different tastes and look for different things in a book and so they react differently to it. And that’s the way it should be. An author does not need to please everybody. My only task as an author is to be true to myself and I hope, by doing so, I may connect with people out there of like mind. 


Every once in a while, however, I read a review or receive an email from a reader who tells me that my book touched him or her on a deeper, more personal level, that it reminded him of an experience or a situation in his own life. That for me is the highest praise. It tells me that I don’t only write for myself, but what I put down means something to someone else. I’m not just sitting in front of my computer or my notepad by myself; I am, in fact, communicating something of value to someone else. That’s all the justification I need to go on writing.

Thank you, dear readers, for sharing your thoughts with me!

Author being persecuted by characters

Saturday, March 10th, 2012
After a bunch of computer problems and a stint at a university where I help out temporarily, I have more time again for my WIP. This is the third and last part of my Family Portrait series.
       When I wrote Love of a Stonemason, which became Book Two, I never intended for it to be a series. It just kind of happened. The characters I created became so much part of my “real” life that they kept bugging me to go on.
“Excuse me,” Karla kept saying. “I didn’t just materialize as an adult, like Athena jumping fully developed out of Zeus’s head. “I have a past, a childhood and important things happened there that explain my development. Aren’t you going to write about that? And what about my aunt, Anna? And Jonas, my almost-father and teacher? And my painting career? Come on, you can’t just ignore us.”
So, I listened and wrote An Uncommon Family, which became Part One. Writing backwards was a challenge because I had to adjust what happens in that book to what was happening in Book Two, Love of a Stonemason. I managed to write and publish it, thinking I was done and could go on to an entirely new subject and novel.
The minute I started, Andreas kept poking me in the back. “Hey, are you going to leave us high and dry? We have a life now and it didn’t just stop. I mean you didn’t kill us, did you? Are you going to keep us locked in a drawer with the rest of your unfinished manuscripts or are you going to give us a future or at least a present?”
“Be quiet,” I said. “I may come back to you, but now I want to write a thriller, perhaps with a touch of romance.”
“Thanks a lot.” Andreas turned aside and slapped the table top with his hand. He had always had a temper. He glared at me. “What about . . . .” And he gave me a whole list of adventures he was going to engage in. “Now, you can either get off your lazy butt and write it down or I’ll go find another author. Just don’t come back whining and complaining when I’m on the bestseller list of—”
“All right, all right, stop nagging me,” I shouted. “I’ll think about it.”
“Hey, we’re still here, too,” another male voice said. “Laura and I have grown up and we want some adventures as well. Have you forgotten us?” Handsome Tonio with his finely chiseled features and silky dark hair gave me a reproachful look.
“I want a boyfriend,” Laura, his older sister with the verdigris green eyes she inherited from her father, said with a pout. “I saw this handsome—”
“I got the point,” I said, rolling my eyes. “One more book, that’s it and then you’re on your own.”
“Great,” Karla said. “I want to paint and also work at—”
“Would you please all shut up?” I screamed. “I agreed to a third book, but I am the one who decides what’s going to happen. Understood?”
“Okay, fair enough,” Andreas said. “Just wanted to give you some ideas.”
“I have plenty of ideas, thank you very much. Now would all four of you leave me alone? Right now, I have some grocery shopping to do.”
“Great,” Laura exclaimed. “We need a lot of espresso, a bottle of Merlot, and don’t forget the fresh tomatoes for—”
“QUIET. GET LOST.”
I grabbed my grocery bag and bounded out the door, trying to drown out the chuckling sounds behind me.
Fellow authors: Do you also get persecuted by the characters you create?

Just found this related blog post by my author friend Lindsay Edmunds about the Muse and the characters moving on to a different author if the present one doesn’t respect them!
http://writersrest.com/2012/02/23/the-circling-muse/

Mrs. Dubeli goes to America—or does she? German/English/Confusion Galore

Tuesday, September 13th, 2011
I’m having writer’s block, or something similar. After finishing two novels, I have been working on a third one. I figured I’ll make the series “Family Portrait” a trilogy with “An Uncommon Family” and “Love of a Stonemason” as part one and two. I wrote about 70 pages of part three, only to realize I’m running out of steam. The first part of the novel went really well, but now I’m stuck.
So, I figured perhaps it’s time to put it aside for now and write something totally new. Since I’m in Switzerland and have been doing a lot of German reading and writing, I thought about writing something in German for a change. I began a story with the title “Mrs. Dubeli goes to America” or, in German, “Frau Dübeli geht nach Amerika.“ It’s about an older Swiss lady whose husband worked in California off and on. During one of the trips there, he was found dead at the bottom of a cliff overhanging the Pacific Ocean. After getting over the initial shock and grief, Mrs. Dubeli begins to have doubts about the official version of her husband’s accidental death. She knew that he was extremely afraid of heights and would never even think of stepping that close to a cliff where he could fall down. Something was fishy here and the feisty and resolute Swiss woman decides to travel to California to find out for herself what happened to her husband.

Good and well, but now what? There are lots of possible scenarios. I keep switching from one to the other. I keep changing things and then abandon the ideas again.

Possibilities:
1) He was pushed, because he was a danger to someone? Whom? Why?

2) He had an affair, fathered a child, and killed himself out of desperation?

3) He had an affair, fathered a child, and someone killed him? The lover? The lover’s husband?
4) He was involved in some shady business and ???
5) ???
6) ???

Oh, what a crack of you know what! I toss the notebook aside and go switch on the espresso machine.

On top of it, I keep switching back and forth between English and German and when I come to a point where I’m more than confused and afraid I’ll never write another decent story again, I flee from writing all together and keep on reading novel after novel. In the middle of reading a novel, I have a panic attack—but I’m supposed to write, damn it. I wake up in the middle of the night, sweating and screaming. HELP.
I try traveling, visiting friends, enjoying the beautiful landscape here but as far as my writing wasteland is concerned, nothing has helped so far.
Hey, does that sound familiar to anyone?
Well, cheers anyway!