WRITING HER INTO EXISTENCE: Guest Post by Sheena Kamal

SHEENA KAMAL:
Writing Her into Existence

My Nora Watts series heavily features a nymphomaniac dog with an ornery personality. Her name is Whisper and, to me, she is the heart and soul of those books. Writing scenes with Whisper is one of my life’s greatest pleasures, because she is a dog with the personality of a cat, who will not be ignored and also knows her worth. She is a delightful mix of contradictions and I’m personally invested in her health and well-being for the series. More so than Nora herself at times. (And if you’ve read what I put Nora through on the regular, you’d understand what I’m talking about.)

I first started writing Whisper several months before my family adopted a large four-year old Newfoundland dog named Alice. Before I met Alice, I thought I was an old hand at unrequited love—but then she came into my life and I realized I had never known such longing. Such painful desire to be treated with affection and respect. To be a desired companion.

I was the one to pick Alice up from her breeder, a journey that took several hours by car and by ferry. When Alice first laid eyes on me, I felt an immediate connection. What expressive eyes! What a smooshy face! What a nose, like rubber on a warm day! I fell in love with her on sight, and I thought she loved me, too.

Sadly, though, I could not have been more wrong.

She quickly identified the person in my family she loved the most was my mother and that even though I was around, I wasn’t often there. She viewed me as an untrustworthy sort, a small, insignificant addendum to her life.

I couldn’t believe it. I’d driven for hours and took a ferry for her. Surely there must be some affection in her heart for me. I would do anything to get her attention. Show up to take her for hikes, sneak her treats, wrestle with her.

It was during one of those wrestling bouts that she realized she was physically larger and stronger than me. One day she just pushed me over as though I weighed no more than a gnat, dropped her huge body over mine and licked my face (in what I can only describe as a show of domination) as I shrieked. It was then she knew, for a fact, that she could bend me to her will and she’s been doing it ever since. When I walk her, she pretends she is deaf to my calls. I know I can’t physically budge her, and she uses her size and strength to her advantage. Recently I returned to see my family from a two-month trip abroad, she ignored me completely until my second day back, when she allowed me to take her for a walk.

Whenever I give up on her, and think “okay, she’s never going to love me, I have to move on” she gives me a warm-ish sort of look and I fall in love again! Those expressive eyes. That smooshy face. The rubber nose….

I think dating experts call this kind of thing ‘bread crumbing’. You know, when someone is about to leave, you give them a little bit of affection and they come right back. That’s what she does to me. She breadcrumbs me so that I’ll always be a walk/treat option for her.

It took me a long time to realize this, but I think what happened was I wrote a nightmare version of Whisper into existence, and instead of her being the heart and soul of my life, she is the boss of it. Alice has decided that I am her pet and treats me as such. It is undignified. I am a published author. Surely that means I deserve a little bit of respect?

But, you know, when all is said and done, I’m just happy to have her in my life and that she still allows me to walk her. She doesn’t push me over anymore, though she is absolutely aware she can.

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Sheena Kamal made a name for herself in the crime genre for her debut novel The Lost Ones which was inspired by her experience working as a researcher on crime and investigative journalism for the film and television industry as well as her activism around the issue of homelessness for which she was awarded a TD Canada Trust scholarship for community leadership. She holds an HBA in Political Science from the University of Toronto, and was awarded a TD Canada Trust scholarship for community leadership and activism around the issue of homelessness. Her bestselling debut The Lost Ones won her a Kobo Emerging Writer Prize, a Strand Critics Award, and Macavity Award for Best First Novel. The sequel It All Falls Down has been called “a stunning, emotionally resonant thriller” in its Kirkus-starred review. No Going Back and her first YA novel Fight Like A Girl are being released this year.

Dark 'N Stormy with a Twist: Guest Post by Sheena Kamal

Sheena Kamal has just won the 2018 Kobo Emerging Writer Prize in the mystery category for her 2017 debut, The Lost Ones. In addition, The Lost Ones has been nominated for best debut novel for four of the top crime writing awards thus far – The Strand Critics Award, The Barry Award, The Macavity Award, and the Thriller Award--not to mention that Time Magazine and Bustle singled out the debut at publication. 
   Sheena Kamal holds an HBA in Political Science from the University of Toronto, and was awarded a TD Canada Trust scholarship for community leadership and activism around the issue of homelessness. Kamal also worked as a researcher into crime and investigative journalism for the film and television industry. 
   Kamal’s highly anticipated second novel in the series, It All Falls Down (7/3/2018, William Morrow) received a starred review from Kirkus.

Sheena Kamal:
DARK 'N STORMY COCKTAIL WITH A TWIST

The main character of my suspense series, Nora Watts, has a drinking problem. When we first meet her in The Lost Ones, she’s sober and has been for years. But as things heat up in the narrative, the desire to drink comes back with a vengeance. There are reasons for it, grounded in the circumstances of the book, so I try to make her struggle real.

I’ve witnessed people around me, some in my inner circle, who have also struggled with alcohol and other addiction issues to make me want to write that into the character, but I do have to admit that it bums me out. Especially given how much I enjoy a drink every now and then. Maybe one of the reasons I write her this way is to deal with my own fears of alcoholism. Largely ungrounded fears, because I could never be a functional drunk. Just a happy one.

Personally, I like my alcoholic beverages in wine form, which I prefer to drink out of mugs—because why put on airs? Also, wine glasses aren’t safe around the likes of me. Mugs are sturdy. I’m particularly fond of Japanese tea cups because fit nicely in the hand and they don’t have handles to knock off and break. Plus, Japanese tea cups are good for every liquid drink, no matter the temperature.

One day, when I settle down, I will invest in some nice Japanese tea cups, maybe even a set specifically for wine—who knows what interesting developments life will bring?

Which brings me to this. When I was asked to do a post on Mystery Fanfare, one of the suggestions was for a recipe. I fell in love with the idea, even though I don’t know how to make anything special.

I hit upon a signature drink, because I just read a Bond novel that had a signature drink recipe. Due to Nora’s addiction issues, I can’t give her one that would fit into the series, but there’s no reason I can’t have it for myself. At the very least it could be something to drag out at boring parties to pass the time

“Why yes, I am a writer of fiction. Let me tell you about my signature drink.” 

This sounds like a completely acceptable way to kill three to five minutes, right?

If I’m being honest, my signature drink is plain old vino but since I would like to be known for something a bit more exciting than that, I have concocted a recipe for a cocktail that I genuinely do enjoy, though I’ve only had it once in my life. I might not be capable of going through all these steps often so maybe it can be my special occasion drink. If I ever get married and then (probably, knowing me) divorced, it will be my celebratory cocktail for both occasions.

It’s your average Dark ’N Stormy, but with an extra flair.

Here goes:

DARK 'N STORMY COCKTAIL WITH A TWIST

Ice, no more than three cubes*
2 parts dark rum
3 parts strong ginger beer
Dash of Angostura bitters
Garnished with a lime wedge and a piece of candied ginger 

Sounds delicious, no? I can’t wait to tell people at parties about it so that they know I’m a person with a signature drink. If you do try to make this, please send me a message to let me know how it turned out.

As I was writing this I was seized with inspiration and planned to go to the store to purchase all the ingredients, but I will probably stick with the wine I have in the fridge. I’m sure one day I’ll make this again or, more likely, order it at a bar. Maybe when I get married and then divorced. In the meantime, I hope someone else enjoys it, and I hope that someone is you. Unless, of course, you’re in the same boat as my character Nora, then please ignore this entire post and drink some yummy tea. Preferably out of a Japanese tea cup.

*This is an arbitrary number of ice cubes. I have no idea what the appropriate amount is.