Friday, December 15, 2017

ANTHONY FRANZE GOES ROGUE
Or, All I Want for Christmas is ... a TV Pilot!


Anthony Franze
by Gayle Lynds:  Meet my friend Anthony Franze: He’s a dazzling legal thriller author who specializes in one of the most fascinating pieces of the American justice pie — the U.S. Supreme Court.  As soon as I read his debut, The Last Justice, I was hooked.  Since then he’s published two more irresistible reads — The Advocate’s Daughter and The Outsider.

How can he lay bare the inner quirks, routines, and relationships of one of the most closely held systems in the country?  Because he’s there, right there at the top, working in the Appellate and Supreme Court practice of a prominent Washington, D.C. law firm. 

He’s also funny and self-effacing and really smart (well, you probably figured that out already).  As cofounder (with David Morrell) of International Thriller Writers, I’m particularly delighted to let you know he’s also a vice president of the ITW board of directors.

Thanks for joining us, Anthony.  We’re thrilled about your new TV deal and that we were able to twist your arm to give us the inside scoop.  Take it away, Anthony....

Anthony Franze:  I'm all for humble bragging during the holidays.  At the same time, I was a little concerned about jinxing the recent TV deal for my novel, The Outsider.  But my friends at Rogue Women Writers asked me to fill you in about the production, so here I am.  Since Christmas is a time for surprises (for those who celebrate), I thought I'd write about four things that surprised me about my recent exposure to La La Land.

1.  Family and friends were impressed by the deal; writers not so much. In September, the Hollywood trades announced that “NBC has given a script commitment plus penalty to The Outsider, a legal thriller set in the powerful but often secretive world of the Supreme Court as seen through the eyes of their clerks, the young twentysomethings who struggle to balance their messy personal lives against the incredible demands of their jobs.”  Friends and family gushed on Facebook, a national paper ran a story about it, and the Supreme Court community had fun on Twitter trolling about potential plotlines for the series.
Bouchercon party! Anthony Franze with friends.

But at the Bouchercon mystery conference a couple weeks later, my writer friends were more circumspect.  Don’t get too excited, they said in different and subtle ways.  Wet blankets?  Yes. But they’ve seen how these things can go down—options languishing, projects shelved—and just didn’t want me opening my stocking to a pile of coal.  Call me optimistic, but I think it’s gonna happen.  But in the coming months, watch this space (and NBC’s fall lineup) to see if the Grinch stole more than Christmas.

2.  Things move faster in television. Anyone who’s worked with a New York publisher knows
Phoey on the Grinch!
that things move slowly.  Painfully so.  For instance, it was more than two years from the date my publisher acquired my novel, The Advocate’s Daughter, until it hit bookstores.  But once a television show goes into production things move quickly.  I learned the network had given script commitment in September, I had calls with the production team and met with the showmaker/writer in October, and the first script was done in November.  If things go as hoped, the rest will happen, including filming the pilot, in the next few months.

3.  They care about getting it right. I’m a lawyer and I can’t tell you how often movies and television get things wrong about lawyers, the law, and the justice system.  I imagine doctors say the same thing about medical shows, cops about police procedurals, and so on.  I was therefore surprised at the care the TV team spent on accuracy and authenticity for The Outsider. In addition to being true to my book, the writer seemed to have read every major work on the high court.  He came to Washington, D.C. for a week, got behind-the-scene tours of the Supreme Court and Capitol, met with Supreme Court insiders, and had back-to-back meetings into the night.  Entertaining the audience is always the number-one goal, he said, but that can go hand-in-hand with authenticity, or at least not making mistakes that may take viewers out of the story.

4.  A TV adaptation may not sell books. I had assumed that once it hits the airwaves, a profile-raising show would ramp up book sales or perhaps add leverage in negotiations for my next contract.  My literary agent—who without exaggeration is one of the best in the business—tempered expectations.  Apparently publishers have learned that even hit film or television adaptations don’t always translate to book sales.  Her advice:  enjoy the ride, have fun talking about the show at holiday parties, but get back to work and write the best book I have in me.

With that, I’d better get back to my laptop.  Happy holidays to all, and to all a goodnight.

The U.S. Supreme Court on a wintry night.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Breaking a Family Tradition and the Surprising Result

View from the Bridge at Boston Common
by Jamie Freveletti

I love the holidays, and my favorite is Thanksgiving. I love Christmas as well, but for me the whole point of a holiday is getting the family together and Thanksgiving allows for that without the hustle and bustle of gift purchasing, wrapping, sending cards, buying trees and hanging lights.

Which was why this year when one of the kids, both of ours are in college, said he'd have to remain at school to work over the holiday, I was bummed. I understood, he's at Berklee College of Music and is on a mission to graduate in four years flat with a double major and a minor. During the break the studios at the school are empty, and he revels in the ability to spend hours there pounding out work.

My daughter is studying theater at NYU Tisch and had snagged a lead in a play on the Saturday before Thanksgiving and my husband and I were flying to see it. I proposed something else for after: All three of us would train it to Boston and spend Thanksgiving there. Because my son's apartment is too small for a feast, we would stay in a hotel and eat Thanksgiving dinner at a Boston restaurant.

I'll admit I kind of shuddered at my own idea. My holidays always involved pulling out the china, dressing the table, cooking the meal, and having everyone in the house laughing and watching the parade or movies after. Not many memories involved sitting in an empty restaurant and then heading back to a hotel room. But, I was determined to give it a try. My daughter, the cheery one who has laughed her whole life, laughed again and said, "Sure, sounds fun!" My son was enthusiastic and my husband thought it worth giving a try.

Painting at Yvonne's
I immediately started looking for a restaurant. I landed on a Boston Magazine article that suggested a few restaurants for Thanksgiving and found Davios Italian Restaurant. Perfect. If I was going to be in a restaurant for Thanksgiving, then an Italian one would feel at least a little bit like home. When I called they were already booked in the evening but noon was available.

The train ride to Boston was wonderful, relaxing and filled with good conversation and beautiful views out the window. We landed at the Kimpton Nine Zero and caught two of our son's rehearsals before heading to Yvonne's, a fun Boston speakeasy with books and paintings of celebrities in vintage clothing lining the walls. (This one is Chistopher Walken).

Thanksgiving Day we all went to Boston Common to walk the Freedom Trail. I'd never done this, and for those who haven't I highly recommend it. There's a yellow line on the sidewalk that you follow and brochures with an explanation of each stopping point. Walking the Freedom Trail must be a Thanksgiving tradition for some, because there were plenty of families braving the chill to stroll it. Our daughter read the brochure out loud as we walked, adding a bit of theatrical flair to it that kept us all laughing.

Old State House, Boston
We stepped into Davios and were met with a restaurant filled to the rafters with families, small children, grandparents and couples! They greeted the owner with hugs and smiles. He told us that coming to Davios is a Thanksgiving tradition for many and the slots fill up weeks before. The meal was wonderful and we toasted to family. The best part? No clean up after!

But another surprise was to come. Because we had eaten so early, by eight o'clock that evening we were hungry again and contemplated finishing off the leftovers. The streets were empty, the storefronts darkened, and the occasional tram rolling by was the only activity.  When my son suggested we see if Shabu-zen, a Japanese hot pot restaurant in his Allston neighborhood was open, we all shrugged and said, why not?

We strolled there, stepped in, and the same magic happened. Families jammed the place, all with several generations in tow. The host greeted us with a smile and we sat at a table with a built-in cook top in the center. The host brought a divided pot that he placed on it and poured two types of sauces in each side, one spicy, one less so, and gave us chopsticks, plates of sliced raw steak, chicken, vegetables and noodles. We were to place our choices in the boiling sauces and then fish them out to eat. We had a blast. The food was outstanding and the atmosphere filled with good will. We cooked our food and the conversation was lively. The next day my husband and I had the airport to ourselves as we flew home.

If you would have suggested to me that one of the best Thanksgivings I have ever had would involve eating at not one, but two restaurants and staying in a hotel, I would have thought you were crazy. But this one was truly special and I'm thankful to my family for their flexibility and willingness to try something different. I'd also like to thank the restaurant and hotel employees who helped make the day a lovely one. My son graduates this May, and so who knows what's in store for next year, but you can be sure that whatever it is, I'm ready for it! And I'd love to hear about any of your breaks in tradition that turned out to be wonderful.

Have a safe and joyful holiday season!

Best, Jamie





Sunday, December 10, 2017

Great Christmas Gifts -- Books, of course!

....by Karna Small Bodman

At this wonderful time of the year, we Rogues are writing about favorite Christmas gifts we have received.  I've been thinking about that and have several to share with you, along with some ideas of other great novels you may want to share with your family and friends.  Reviewing the past, some of the gifts I remember the most were books! In fact, how about a Christmas tree laden with them?

Going back many (many) years, when I was a teenager starting out in a big High School, I had so many of the usual concerns: Will I "fit in," make any new friends, be able to contribute anything useful? That's when I was given the book that has sold millions of copies and been updated over and over for the last 50 years. 

This famous book by Dale Carnegie made such an impression on me that I have given copies to  members of our family when they reached those impressionable teenage times.


Decades later I remember receiving a copy of an exciting thriller by one of my (now) favorite authors, Nelson DeMille.  I became a true fan of his writing when I read his 'breakthrough" novel written a long time ago, The Charm School. More recently, I was happy to get to know him when we were both signing at the big publishers' convention, Book Expo, in New York.  (Later he graciously gave me a "blurb" for my second thriller, Gambit).

What about this coming Christmas? What books should we give to our own family and friends? And since there are some three million (!) books published every year, how in the world can we figure out which ones to select? Should it be word-of-mouth, marketing ads extolling the virtues of a particular story, appearance on a bestseller list or perhaps personal comments made by other bestselling authors or reviews by well known publications?

When it comes to New York Times bestselling authors, one place to look is our own list of guest bloggers who have been "In the Rogue Limelight." And one of the best-known, whose latest novel, The Midnight Line,  has been on a bestseller list for weeks now is our friend, Lee Child. He loves to collect and read wonderful books -- check out this shot of his library:

Author Lee Child
Let's also check out reviews and comments about particular novels you could consider giving as gifts this year:

     "Breath-taking suspense," -- Catherine Coulter on Red Sky by www.ChristineGoff.com

     "Authentic settings, non-stop action," -- Steve Berry on Trojan Horse by SLeeManning.com

     "You get hooked on page one," -- Nelson DeMille on The Assassins by www.GayleLynds.com

     "One of my favorite characters," -- Lisa Gardner on Blood Run by JamieFreveletti.com

     "A holiday tour with an ocean view, complete with a murder mystery," -- Publishers Weekly on   
    Death in Nantucket by FrancineMatthews.com 

     "Unparalleled story-telling," -- Clive Cussler on The Freedom Broker by www.KJHowe.com 

     "Secrets around every corner and an exciting premise," -- Kirkus reviews on Desert Dark by
     SonjaStone.com 

And okay - I guess I'll add my latest endeavor to this list of gift-ideas by my Rogue colleagues:
     "Smart, slick, exciting as hell," -- Christopher Reich on Castle Bravo by KarnaBodman.com

One final comment about favorite books at Christmas time -- I now look forward to an annual tradition at our home here on Christmas Eve....and that is when my husband will gather the children (no matter the ages) around him on the couch and read one of the most famous stories of all:

So, as you do your Christmas shopping, we hope you'll consider a good book for some of those on your list.  And while you're at it, leave a comment to let us Rogues know what some of YOUR favorite Christmas gifts have been and what you are going to leave under the tree for your own loved ones.  Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!

...Submitted by Karna Small Bodman


Tuesday, December 5, 2017

"HOWE" TO TRAVEL SAFE

by K.J. Howe

Happy holidays!  Please know how much we at Rogue Women Writers appreciate your kind support of our blog and books, and we'll continue to work hard to bring you quality content.  With the holidays fast approaching, many people will be traveling to visit family and friends, or perhaps jet somewhere abroad.  Air travel is usually the most efficient form of transit.

Are you uncomfortable flying?  My character Thea Paris certainly isn't an avid fan, but the latest facts about airplane safety do give her serious comfort.  Today, I'm hoping to offer you a little peace of mind if you have an upcoming flight.

Why Flying Is Safer than Ever

When it comes to safety, no other mode of transport has researched and incorporated more about what we know about the fallibility of both humans and machines.  Believe it or not, soaring through the air at 500mph six miles above the ground is less likely to result in your demise than any other form of travel.  Every decision--from the seats used to the altitude of the flight--has been confirmed only after careful consideration of its impact on safety.  A few facts will lesson your concerns:

Design:  Airplanes have flown almost a billion hours in the last 50 years.  That's right, a billion hours.   And what makes this instrumental for safety is that there is a meticulous recordkeeping process in aviation that provides experts with critical data, and this information helps them improve the design of airplanes and their engines.

Technology:  The mechanical controls of yesteryear are now being replaced by electronic ones.  These new fly-by-wire planes include the Boeing 777 and 787, as well as the Airbus A330, A340, and A380.  Pilots are now information managers, and technology plays a key role on the flight deck.  Those old movies where pilots are muscling the controls trying to save the day are dissipating.  Instead, satellite global positioning, advanced displays, and telecommunications offer a level of flight precision never seen before.

Back in the 50s and 60s, fatal accidents happened once in every 200,000 flights.  Now the record has improved tenfold, with fatal accidents happening less than once in every two million flights.  And these gadgets--especially the ones that warn pilots about approaching terrain or potential conflicts with other airplanes--have a huge impact on safety.

Pilots:  Today, more than ever, there is intensive training for pilots.  Remember that incredible moment when Captain "Sully" Sullenberger put US Airways Flight 1549 down safely in New York's Hudson River?  Sully attributes his incredible feat to a lifetime of flying, as well as preparation, anticipation, and focus.  The more hours a pilot has in the air, and the better his training, the higher chance you have of surviving an in-air mishap.

Airlines have stringent standards for pilots, and top-level training.  The students start with small planes to build experience and slowly graduate to managing multiple streams of data and larger planes.  Airlines also look for pilots with good communication skills, leadership potential, the ability to work as part of a team, and low risk-taking behaviour.  Good to know!

Cockpits:  Once you have the right pilots, you need to make sure their work environment is ideal for safety and comfort.  The flight controls and displays are compact, multipurpose, and well tested to make sure they provide all the key information.  They must also be easy to see and operate.  Flight-deck engineers have spent hours upon hours creating the best controls, lights, switches, and other features, visible in all light conditions.  Engineers want to make sure everything inside the cockpit is comfortable, ergonomic, and easy to read for the pilots.

Cabin:  Although most of us find the insides of planes a little too compact, a great deal of attention has been given to passenger cabins.  All the seats meet rigid standards for durability and head-impact protection.  A modern airliner seat can withstand 16gs!  And the fabrics are flame retardant and self-extinguishing, unable to emit toxic smoke.  Even the items you find in the seat backs are tested to make sure they are not lethal.  Emergency lighting is instantaneous if there is a fire, making it easier to reach the exits.

Air Traffic Control:  Technology has given an almost Star Wars quality to the behind-the-scenes protection of managing the millions of departures every year.  Planes are guided by GPS, flying self-programmed routes, communicating with each other and the ground.  Challenging terrain, low visibility, bad weather, and other hazards will no longer cause chaos.  By linking onboard and on-the-ground systems, experts have created "highways in the sky" where no one veers out of their lane.

Airport control has also improved, offering movement-detection monitors showing every vehicle on every runway, taxiway, and terminal gate.  And if you still have trepidation?  A key fact to remember:  most commercial aviation accidents are not fatal.  Planes lose altitude, landings are botched, planes slide off runways, but these events rarely cause fatalities.  You are NINETEEN times safer in a plane than in a car.  On your next flight, sit back, enjoy a good movie or a great book, and let yourself relax!  I've tried to do my homework in this arena, because research fascinates me, and I love books with authenticity.  In the next Thea Paris novel, SKYJACK, Thea has her hands full when the BBJ she is on is hijacked--and maybe, just maybe, the conditions are not so ideal.


Sunday, December 3, 2017

My Best Gift and Forgetting to Shop


 S. Lee Manning: Every year, it was the same: Christmas Eve, the Christmas tree laden with lights and ornaments, my two children looking excitedly up at the tree, and with voices filled with hope, wondering what Santa would bring them.


My reaction was always the same. Hell. I forgot to shop. They’ll have nothing from Santa.

I would jump in the car and race to the mall. Nothing. Everything sold out. I’d try the drugstore. Same. More and more desperate, I drove to more and more stores. I’d find maybe one old game with pieces missing.

Then I’d wake up.

I had the same nightmare every year, starting around Halloween and lasting until, well, after Christmas. It was always the same. Christmas Eve, and I’d forgotten to shop.

An odd recurring nightmare for a nice Jewish girl, isn’t it? Since my husband is not Jewish, we celebrated holidays in a secular fashion on both sides – yet I never had nightmares about forgetting the matzo for Passover or forgetting gifts for Hanukah. (To be honest, we didn’t give gifts on Hanukah. We lit candles and sometimes made latkes in all their greasy glory, but no gifts. Hanukah is a minor holiday that was blown up for Jewish kids so they would not feel completely left out amidst the cornucopia of material splendor that is Christmas.  Since my kids got more than their share of stuff for Christmas, they didn’t need more for Hanukah.)

No, my nightmare was always Christmas. Always. Part of the reason may be that from the moment the last bit of Thanksgiving disappeared into turkey chili or turkey tetrazzini or turkey curry, my job, either full-time or part-time when I had actual gainful employment, was Christmas Mom – and my nightmares were simple performance anxiety.

My husband, the one who grew up celebrating Christmas, was more practical than I was.  He wanted the kids to have a good time at Christmas, but he thought I overdid it. Every year, he told me not to go crazy. And every year, I ignored him. 

I was Christmas Mom. Forget writing from Christmas to January. Forget hobbies. Forget anything else. I shopped. Then I hid the presents in a closet downstairs that the kids never visited. Every night, after they were asleep, I hid inside that closet myself with wrapping paper, tape, scissors, and a black felt pen to scribble initials – and I wrapped. I made neat piles of gifts. I counted to make sure both kids had the exact same number of gifts. Which never happened. Which meant I had to go buy something else for the kid who was one down– and then discover that I’d miscounted – so I’d go out and buy something else.

Every year, there were the items that were hard to find but that either Jenny or Dean had specifically requested in their letters to Santa. One year, Jenny wanted a particularly popular doll – that was almost impossible to find. I wound up meeting a friend in a parking lot who’d managed to snag the doll from a Toys R Us somewhere close to Philadelphia. I felt like a drug dealer when we made the exchange.

Every year, Dean wanted the newest Land Before Time video – where talking baby dinosaurs had ridiculous but benign adventures (except for the first video where the mother died). Every year, the damn thing came out just a few days before Christmas, which left me little leeway to find a copy and sneak it into the downstairs closet.

But despite the nightmares, it worked. By Christmas Eve, everything would be wrapped, and the piles would be even.

Every year, leading up to Christmas, we’d watch Christmas movies that featured Santa or reindeer. We’d bake sugar cookies shaped into reindeer, trees, stars, and angels, and ice them with about two inches of pure sugar and fat. We’d decorate the tree, play Christmas music, and sing Christmas carols.

Every year, on Christmas Eve, faces filled with anticipation and thoughts of magic, Jenny and Dean would put out a glass of milk and a few of the iced sugar cookies for Santa and carrots for the reindeer. Sometimes a few snowflakes would drift down, most years not. (We lived in New Jersey, and White Christmases were rare.)


After the children drifted off to sleep, my husband and I would carry the wrapped toys up from the basement and pile them around the tree. We’d eat the cookies, pour back the milk, and return the carrots to the veggie bin.  Downing those cookies was a tough job, but someone had to do it. The kids would have noticed if we’d put the sugar cookies back, and we were intent on maintaining the Santa illusion.

So every year on Christmas day, for a few short years, Jenny and Dean came down on Christmas morning and believed in a mythical and giving Santa who flew with the help of reindeer and materialized in our house. We idealize so much about childhood that we sometimes forget childhood is not always a wonderful time. There are slights and hurts and disappointments – and as children grow older, harder realities hit.  Which brings me to the other reason for my recurrent nightmare. I so badly wanted to give them the gift of magic at Christmas – for whatever brief time it lasted.

My yearly nightmares ended after Dean, the youngest, discovered that Santa Claus, as portrayed in books and movies, didn’t actually exist, and my job as Christmas Mom was over. Jenny is now 31 and Dean 25. Christmases are more restrained these days. There have been a few years when we did not see Jenny and her husband for the holidays – although this year all of us will be together.  There will be no carrots for reindeer, although I’m hoping for a sugar cookie with two inches of icing. It will be wonderful and loving, even without any snow. We may watch a Christmas movie or two, I may talk Jenny or Dean into caroling.  And we can exchange fond memories of the Santa years.

We Rogues are writing this month about our best gifts for Christmas. I wasn’t sure what to write about – no one particular gift stood out in my mind – until I started thinking about my old recurrent nightmare. I realized that the best gift I ever received was the gift I worked so hard to give – for a few brief shining years, I had the joy of watching my children experience a world where magical things happened.




Friday, December 1, 2017

JAMES ROLLINS GOES ROGUE!-(aka The man with the coolest first car ever)



Our guest today is the incomparable James Rollins! He's the #1 New York Times bestselling author of international thrillers that have been translated into more than forty languages, and his Sigma series has been lauded as one of the "top crowd pleasers" (New York Times) and one of the "hottest summer reads" (People magazine). In each novel, acclaimed for its originality, Rollins unveils unseen worlds, scientific breakthroughs, and historical secrets-and he does it all at breakneck speed and with stunning insight. Just take a look at the cover below for his next, The Demon Crown, (video below) and you get an idea of how exciting his thrillers can be. In addition to this novel, he's also just released a short story The Ghost Ship (video below) and those of you writing a manuscript, be sure to check out the Writing Tips on his webpage: www.jamesrollins.com. He's on tour, and in Chicago December 10th 5:00 pm to sign with our own Jamie Freveletti at Volumes, 1474 N. Milwaukee. Click here for more info and see you there!

Rogues:  Which is harder to write -- your novel's first sentence, or the last?

I always know the first line of a novel and the last before I set pen to paper on a novel, but which is easier?  As I’m a sequential writer—one incapable of skipping a scene to write a later one—I’d have to say the first line is easier, simply because it comes first in line.

Rogues:  What's your favorite word?

Apparently (because Steve Berry notes it every time I use it) the word “sluice/sluiced.” After finishing a recent novel, I did a global search for this word and realized I failed to use it. So I added it to my acknowledgment page, just to make sure Mr. Berry was happy.

Rogues:  Where do you like to write?

I mostly write in my home library. The best writing days in the library are those dark stormy days with a fire burning in the hearth…so, of course, I’m tempted to write a novel one day that opens with those fateful words: “It was a dark and stormy night…”

Rogues:  What do you do when you need to take a break from writing?

I take my dogs somewhere, as Duncan and Echo are forever patient when I write, curled on the library rug or at my feet. I’ll take them chasing balls on the beach or a hike through the woods.

Rogues:  If you could have lived in a different time period, what would it be?

The near future.  It’s the science fiction buff in me that wants to know what’s around the bend.  Plus I could get the lotto numbers in advance.

Rogues:  What's your favorite drink? 
Non-alcoholic drink:  Sugar-free Rockstar Punched (a can is next to my elbow as I write this)
Alcoholic drink: bourbon with a single cube of ice 
(or a sipping Tequila with flan)

Rogues:  When you were ten years old, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Veterinarian. Knew it then, know it now.  This writing business is simply a hobby.

Rogues:  Do you have a literary hero? A teacher, mentor, family member, author who 

Mark Twain.  He dabbled in all manner of genres, while deftly blending social commentary, humor, suspense, and action. I even stole his real name for a pseudonym of mine (“James Clemens”). Figured he wasn’t using it, so I might as well steal it.

Rogues:  Describe your very first car. 

1971 Pontiac Firebird. It had over a 100,000 miles on it when I bought it. It was cherry red with a black vinyl roof. To this day, any combination of red and black sets my heart aflutter:  shirt, shoes, doesn’t matter. And yes, I still own a little red and black sports car today.

Rogues:  Do you write what you know or what you want to know?
If I only wrote what I know, all my books would be about sick or injured animals. No, I write what I wish I could do and who I wish I could be:  archaeologist, anthropologist, cave explorer, marine biologist, Indiana Jones, Buck Rogers. I read to escape…and write for the exact same reason.