Writing news

Two important steps:

First, both “The Cosy Knave” and “The Charity Shop” do amazingly well in the USA. My knave has been on the Kindle top 10,000 a couple of times lately, and I don´t think that is so bad for a debut. And I can see that several customers choose to buy them both.

Second, I have finished a very rough draft of “Anna Märklin´s Family Chronicles”. There is a long way to go, but I hope to be able to publish it around September, probably under a new and shorter title. It is a traditional Scandinavian mystery. Darker and more serious than my Knavesborough universe, but not exactly hard-boiled or fast-paced.

If a couple of you want to assist me by beta-reading it, I would be very grateful.


Prologue – July 2007.

It was already mid afternoon. Anna fed the washing machine and the tumble dryer again and made up her mind that if she folded her creased canvas trousers very carefully, they would look much better when she fished them out of her bag at her mother´s. A fly in a bottle was what she was. Her waistband told her she had already lost a kilo or two this month, but with everything the way it was, she wasn´t even able to enjoy it. She checked the kitchen wall clock for the umpteenth time within a few minutes. Should she wait until Lars came home so she could cross-examine him about when he had last seen or heard their neighbour? No, she´d rather not. He didn´t like being involved in that kind of thing.

Out in the hall she fumbled for Karin´s spare key. It had its place on one of the last pegs of the coat rack. She had to remove most of their coats before she was able to dig it out because she had been so certain it was hiding behind her grey raincoat. She used to leave the key there, and she had a clear image of her hand with the coat, and the key dangling back and forth against the rack. But she must be mistaken. She put it on the palm of her hand and studied the small metal object while she considered if you were allowed to lock yourself into your neighbour´s flat if you didn´t have some sort of agreement. Was it even legal?

Without a sound she locked herself out of her own flat. She´d better forget all about her mindless excuses; she had to do this. As Karin´s parents didn´t intend to do anything, Anna could not report her neighbour missing without any reasonable grounds. She tapped on Karin´s door a couple of times. She didn´t want their downstairs neighbours to hear her, but it would be too embarrassing to unlock the door and stand there, face to face with a wondering Karin.

No answer. It was as quiet in the flat as on the landing outside. She stuck the key in the hole and turned it around as if she were practicing for the regional championship of burglary. Without considering why, she left the doors wide open behind her while she penetrated Karin´s property.

The living room was nice and tidy apart from the dull sheen of dust and the withering wisps on the windowsill. It was too late to save Karin´s lush pot plants.

The room was a mirror image of Lars and Anna´s living room, and she knew each and every piece of furniture and ornament almost as well as she knew their own stuff. Apart from the huge sofa, Karin´s things were not expensive as she had never been able to hold on to money, but she kept her flat in meticulous order and had a certain style though it did not necessarily coincide with Anna´s taste.

Anna sneaked towards the kitchen step by step, hardly breathing. Karin´s kitchen was much simpler than the living room, functional and without trimmings or knick-knacks; this was just intended as a place where you could produce food. She had planed the floorboards just like in Anna´s kitchen, but she had never got beyond that, she had not even thrown out the ancient terrazzo worktop with the three loose gas jets in cast iron. Karin did not invite guests into her kitchen so it hardly mattered what the room looked like.

Anna kept her eyes on Karin´s spice rack. It hung precisely at her eye level which meant around one hundred and sixty centimetres above the floor. Tiny glass cylinders with basil, cardamom, curry, dill, marjoram, oregano, paprika, thyme, all written in flourishing letters. If you discounted the tall salt and pepper mills in beech wood, Karin´s modest collection of spices were lined up in alphabetical order with uniform army green forage cap screw tops. Anna didn´t know how long she had been breathing through her mouth. She forced herself not to look at the floor.

How on earth could it have come to this? Her brain could not fathom what was down there.

Basil, dill, marjoram, oregano… Anna had to rest her hand on the cold worktop for a moment until her feet understood that she wanted them to turn around and dart out of the flat. Now she had every reason to call the police, but she couldn´t do it in here. Thank God that at least there had been no blood!

About Dorte Hummelshøj Jakobsen

I am a Danish teacher. In my spare time I read, write and review crime fiction.
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13 Responses to Writing news

  1. Kelly says:

    If this is what we have in store for us, Dorte, I can hardly wait for the end product! It gets off to a great start! Cozies are fun, but I certainly enjoy a darker, more sinister tale as well.

  2. Thank you, Kelly. I hope it will be good, but right now I am horrified that the language is so bad! If you saw chapter one of my draft…. Time to edit 🙂

  3. Congratulations on the continued success of your novels!

    The prologue to ANNA is intriguing, and I love the darker tales that I was first drawn to in your flash fiction!

  4. Thanks, Cathryn. I hope your books are also doing well.
    And I also prefer reading and writing more serious stuff when I am well, but when my head spins it is easier to cope with cosy mysteries 🙂

  5. Dorte, many congratulations on the success of “The Cosy Knave” and “The Charity Shop” and good luck with “Anna Märklin´s Family Chronicles” which reads very well.

  6. I would love to help you.

    ~~It was already mid afternoon. (I like the first sentence. It’s simple and yet says so much: The character has realized the time and that so much time had past quickly.)
    ~~at her mother´s. (So, is she at her mother’s house?)
    ~~She checked the kitchen wall clock for the umpteenth time within a few minutes(hmm, this changes things. So, by her noticing it’s mid-afternoon after checking the clock over and over means something else, she’s not surprised but the fact that it’s mid-afternoon but worried.).
    ~~”cross-examination” is a strong verb. Is she upset at Lars?
    ~~I have a lot of questions: Why did she suspect her neighbour to be missing? When she entered the flat, was there a smell in the flat? How can she know exactly how many centimeters off the floor the spice rack is? How did she lock herself out of her flat?

    Is this what you’re looking for in a beta reader?

  7. Thank you, Prashant.
    Clarissa: lovely!
    What I need this time is mostly if the language is correct and makes sense because the novel has already been published in Danish – so no matter what my English readers think, that´s the story they´ll get 😉

  8. Barbara says:

    Ok, Dorte. You’ve gotten me into this and now I want to go on with it. I want to know what’s happened to her neighbor and why. Thanks for the teaser.

  9. Dorthe….. it has certainly grabbed my attention and does read like a true Scandi crime. I did not pick up on any misunderstandings or mistakes in the language, so it would be properly digested in Australia!!! I look forward to it…Well done with the books released in USA.

  10. Thank you for your support, Barbara and Amanda.

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  12. Poly says:

    I so agree with above comments.
    Although very exiting, you are teasing us all with your ‘little carrot’,. 😀

  13. Thanks a lot, Poly 🙂

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