TRYING SOMETHING NEW WITH SOMETHING OLD: Guest Post by Kathy Lynn Emerson aka Kaitlyn Dunnett

Kathy Lynn Emerson (aka Kaitlyn Dunnett):

Trying Something New With Something Old

I never seriously considered self-publishing until Covid-19 hit. Suddenly, as a person in her seventies, I had to face the fact that I was in the "high risk" category. That made me think about the body of work I'd leave behind if I was one of the victims of the pandemic. Not the sixty-three (sixty-four with Murder, She Edited in August) traditionally published books under various names in several genres. They're out there if anyone wants to read them and, thanks to the e-book revolution, are likely to stay available after I'm gone. No, my concern was for the other novels I've written over the course of a forty-year career, the ones no one but me seemed to love, the ones editors, even those who liked my writing, didn't think were commercial enough to be worth publishing.

There were also two nonfiction projects I hoped would survive me. One was the biography I wrote of my grandfather way back in 1980. Using his diaries and memoirs and writing on a manual typewriter, I put together The Life of a Plodder (his title) and made Xerox copies for family members. I also sent one to the local historical society, since Grampa's story included a lot of local history (and local gossip) from the 1880s to the 1960s. After computers replaced typewriters and webpages became part of every professional writer's life, I revised and updated this manuscript and made it available online, but it wasn't until 2020 that it occurred to me that an e-book would be a better way to make sure the contents stay available for any local history buffs or genealogists who might be interested. 

The Life of a Plodder would probably have been my only self-published book if I hadn't discovered how easy the process of producing e-books and print-on-demand paperbacks has become. By the end of 2020, I'd also self-published six books I wrote for children ages eight to twelve (four reissues and two originals) and my A Who's Who of Tudor Women, the other nonfiction project. This behemoth is only available as an e-book because in a print edition it would be nearly 1800 pages in length. Like The Life of a Plodder, that material was originally online at one of my websites, growing larger every time I researched a new historical mystery and discovered more potential entries among the real Englishwomen of the sixteenth century. 

By the time those books had been launched into the world, my immediate demise was looking much less likely. I hadn't done much by way of promotion, since my focus had been on revising, proofing, and formatting. I soon discovered that getting the word out is easier said than done, especially when I'm not someone who is particularly good at tooting my own horn. That's when serendipity came into play. 

For nearly ten years, I've blogged twice a week at MaineCrimeWriters.com. In Blog #250, I broached the idea of collecting some of them into a book. It didn't take much encouragement from readers to convince me that I should go ahead with that plan, and before long I'd selected 115 blogs and started sorting them into subject areas. I didn't have far to look for a title. I used the same one I attached to my very first Maine Crime Writers post: I Kill People for a Living. The subtitle is A Collection of Essays by a Writer of Cozy Mysteries. The blogs, with editing (my own and that done by a professional editor) are now essays. 

As I had for the other self-published books, I hired a cover designer, although I provided the photographs he used. The result preserves more of my work for posterity (that legacy thing again) but it also helps with self-promotion. You see, many of the essays relate to writing, often using my own books as examples. With luck, people who read them will be inspired to delve into my backlist. 

Or they can just enjoy my take on such diverse topics as oddities in my home state of Maine, climbing my family tree, strange fan mail, technophobia, and (of course) living with cats. 

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Kathy Lynn Emerson won the Agatha Award and was an Anthony and Macavity finalist for best mystery nonfiction of 2008 for How to Write Killer Historical Mysteries and was the Malice Domestic Guest of Honor in 2014. As Kaitlyn Dunnett, she writes the "Deadly Edits" cozy mystery series (Murder, She Edited). Her websites are www.KathyLynnEmerson.com and www.KaitlynDunnett.com.

A Tribute to Lumpkin the Cat: Guest Post by Kaitlyn Dunnett

Kaitlyn Dunnett: 
A Tribute to Lumpkin the Cat

It's never a good idea to base a fictional character too closely on a real person. As I recently discovered, it can also be a mistake to use one of your own pets as the inspiration for that character's feline companion.

Back in 2007, when I began my cozy Liss MacCrimmon mystery series with Kilt Dead, it seemed perfectly natural to model Lumpkin, the big Maine Coon cat Liss inherits, on my own big Maine Coon cat, Nefret. With each new book, Nefret generously provided me with more quirky "bits" to include.

I guess I should pause here to add that, yes, Nefret was named after the character in Elizabeth Peters' Amelia Peabody mysteries. The name Lumpkin came from the family of that name in Charlotte MacLeod's Peter Shandy series.

Among the Nefretisms I gave to Lumpkin were a tendency to bite ankles, a dislike of sharing with other cats or (horrors!) dogs, and the habit of stealing food off plates. Like Nefret, Lumpkin also chewed holes in the ankle weights Liss (and I) use to do leg lifts and gnawed on shoes, purse straps, and charger cords. Another shared trait was to play with the cabinet doors above the refrigerator, using one paw to pry them open an inch or two and then letting them thud closed on their own. And, since all Maine Coon cats shed enough fur to stuff a pillow, that, too, went into a book. In fact, Lumpkin's fur helped catch a killer in Scone Cold Dead.

Right from the start, Lumpkin played a role in crime solving, as this excerpt from Kilt Dead proves:

Lumpkin led Dan and Pete on a merry chase through the house, but they finally cornered him in the small downstairs room Mrs. Norris had called her library. The walls were lined with tall bookcases. Seemingly without effort, Lumpkin went from the back of a recliner to the top of the nearest set of shelves. A looseleaf binder tumbled to the floor as he launched himself from there to Mrs. Norris's cluttered desk. A stack of computer printouts, a tissue box, and a remote control scattered as he landed. "Close the door!" Dan yelled as the cat caromed off an end table and headed that way. Pete slammed it shut, trapping Lumpkin in the room. He was swarming up the drapes when Dan pounced, recapturing him. Pete had the carrier ready, but Lumpkin managed to brace all four paws against the opening. Grimly determined, Dan pried them loose, claw by claw, and gave one final push. Lumpkin flew into the carrier. Dan closed and latched the grate on a yowl of protest. 

Did you notice the looseleaf binder? And the printouts? Those turn out to be important clues.

Something that really happened to Nefret inspired one of my favorite bits of comic relief in a later book:

Lumpkin, in search of something edible, decided to investigate the plates of salad Liss had just placed on the kitchen table. She’d turned her back on him to collect the rest of their meal from the kitchen counter, unwittingly giving him time enough to catch a claw in a placemat and pull both it and one of the salads to the floor. A dinner plate in each hand, she swung around at the sound of ceramic clattering on tile. It was already too late to avert disaster. Lumpkin, happily chowing down on scattered bits of romaine, was unaware that a healthy dollop of cottage cheese that had, until a moment earlier, been nestled on top of the lettuce, now decorated his back, the curds actively embedding themselves in his long, luxurious fur. 

Talk about having a mess to clean up!

Almost two years ago, shortly before I was to begin writing the latest book in the series, A View to a Kilt, Nefret's age caught up with him. He lived to be eighteen years old, which is a pretty good life span for a cat, but his passing left a huge hole in my life and, from a practical point of view, I was presented with a difficult dilemma. Having lost him so recently, I didn't think I could bring myself to write any more Lumpkin scenes.

My solution was to continue to have art imitate life and write about Liss after the loss of Lumpkin. I know very well the "rule" about never killing a cat, but in real life animals don't have the life span humans do. Writing about life after Lumpkin provided closure for both Liss and me. It also ended up moving the plot forward. Any cat lover can relate to why someone telling Liss "it was just a cat" would make her angry enough to do something impulsive.

Losing a feline companion after nearly two decades is never easy, and it was made harder by having made Lumpkin such a big part of my long-running series. I have learned my lesson. No more basing cat characters on cats who currently share my household. So, in my "Deadly Edits" series, the resident cat, a calico named Calpurnia, is based on a cat who was part of our lives for nearly nearly twenty years but has long since gone to her reward. The fictional Calpurnia can survive indefinitely.

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A View to a Kilt was just released (2020). Kaitlyn Dunnett, who also writes as Kathy Lynn Emerson, lives in rural Maine with her husband and a black cat named Shadow. Her websites are www.KaitlynDunnett.com and www.KathyLynnEmerson.com

Crime for the Holidays: Kathy Lynn Emerson aka Kaitlyn Dunnett

Crime for the Holidays: Day II. This article by Kathy Lynn Emerson first appeared in the Mystery Readers Journal: Crime for the Holidays (Volume 25:1, Spring 2009). Mystery Readers Journal: Crime for the Holidays is available as hardcopy and as a .pdf download. Table of contents and ordering info.

Kathy Lynn Emerson is the author of ten Face Down Mysteries featuring Susanna, Lady Appleton, sixteenth-century gentlewoman, herbalist, and sleuth, and of the Diana Spaulding Mystery Quartet, set in the U.S. in 1888. As Kaitlyn Dunnett, she writes the Liss MacCrimmon Mysteries. Her most recent Face Down Mystery is Face Down O'er the Border. Her most recent Liss MacCrimmon Mystery is The Corpse Wore Tartan.

The Twelve Shopping Days of Christmas by Kathy Lynn Emerson (aka Kaitlyn Dunnett)


I live in rural Maine, only a couple of hours away from the Canadian border. Many years ago, back when the only mysteries I'd had published were for young readers, I had an idea for a story that would involve smuggling toys into the U.S. This was inspired by incidents during the Beanie Babies craze in the late 1990s. Trucks full of these adorable little dolls were stopped at the border and the contents destroyed as illegal contraband.

Then I sold mysteries to the adult market, but what I was writing didn't lend itself to using the Beanie Babies. Sixteenth-century England and 1888 U.S. settings just wouldn't work. It wasn't until I started to write the Scottish-American-heritage-themed Liss MacCrimmon Mysteries, under the pseudonym Kaitlyn Dunnett, novels set in the present day in the mountains of western Maine, that I was finally able to use the clippings I'd kept on smuggling Beanie Babies. I turned them into "Tiny Teddies" and started plotting. It didn't take me long to realize that Christmas was the perfect holiday to use in connection with these toys.

In A WEE CHRISTMAS HOMICIDE, Liss MacCrimmon, former professional Scottish dancer and now the proprietor of Moosetookalook Scottish Emporium in Moosetookalook, Maine, discovers that she and two other businesses in town have the only remaining supply of Tiny Teddies in the Northeast. Since that's the toy every child wants for Christmas and is also an object highly prized by collectors (the tiny teddy bears come in a variety of costumes, including Scottish attire), Liss decides to make the most of the situation. She talks the local small business association into sponsoring the "twelve shopping days of Christmas," celebrating one line of the song for each of twelve days and culminating in a parade, a festival, and an auction of some of the Tiny Teddies on the twelfth day. The idea is that shoppers will flock to Moosetookalook in droves, stay at the newly renovated historic hotel, The Spruces, and buy! buy! buy! from all the merchants in town.

Because the previous novels in this series, KILT DEAD and SCONE COLD DEAD, are in the cozy subgenre and are written with a dash of humor, the partridge, turtle doves, French hens, calling birds, and other gifts in "The Twelve Days of Christmas" provided me with ample opportunity to use comic relief. At one point Liss's storeroom is quite overrun with poultry! There are also more traditional Christmas activities taking place throughout the novel and these are coupled with Liss's growing concern that one or both of the men she's been dating during the past year may be planning to propose to her on Christmas morning.

As this is a mystery, murder soon interferes with Liss's carefully laid plans to bring prosperity to Moosetookalook. Because the series features an amateur sleuth, the State Police detective on the case-one of those two men she's been dating-is missing a key piece of evidence. When it falls into Liss's hands, she investigates on her own-constantly reminding herself that she mustn't do anything that will place her in the TSTL (too stupid to live) category. Did I mention that Liss is a big fan of mystery novels? When she starts to put it all together, however, she's happy to bring her detective in on the chase. In this case that chase involves snowmobiles and leads to a few last minute surprises.