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Interview with the Editor: Kendel Flaum of Henery Press


LynDee Walker’s new book, Buried Leads, is due out in October.  I am very excited to start talking about it, but you’re going to have to wait just a little longer–ee!  Meanwhile, I had the great pleasure of meeting LynDee’s editor, Kendel Flaum, and thought you’d enjoy hearing from her.  As the managing editor of Henery Press, she has great insight and is, of course, very interesting.

But don’t just take my word for it.  This is Kendel’s bio:

Kendel Flaum is a Southern California native who now parks her flip flops in Dallas, Texas. Deciding to combine her fifteen years of entrepreneurial savvy and over a decade of designing, writing, and editorial experience, she launched Henery Press, an independent publishing house focused on mystery and suspense. As managing editor, she’s always looking for captivating stories — from cozies and crime capers to paranormals and PIs. She’s got a coop full of award-winners and nominees in the Hen House, and just loves finding a gem in the slush pile.

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Henery Press is an independent publisher in the mystery/suspense genre focused on engaging stories with sharp twists and lively characters. We want every reader to enjoy a captivating story written by a talented author wrapped in a pretty package.

Q)  I love the story of how Henery Press came to be.  Will you please tell it for our audience?

Let me nutshell it for your readers: It started from a love of writing. Which led me to an amazing organization, Sisters in Crime, and its upstart sub-chapter, the Guppies. I met my mentor there, I met my bff there, and I met 500+ mystery writers looking to be published there. After several years, Diane Vallere, the aforementioned bff, and I decided to create a sub-chapter of the Guppies called called Press Quest where we’d spearhead the efforts to compile information on every mid-to-small-to boutique press open to mystery writers. We researched until our fingers cramped – we detailed lists, facts, databases, interviews, websites, and on-the-ground commentary.

Some of that commentary proved scary: contracts that fell apart, offers to publish in weeks (weeks! oy.), cringe-worthy covers, non-existent support. After years of being in the trenches, writing, editing, designing, I decided there had to be a better way. One with a chicken at the helm. (Side note: In a previous life, I spent over fifteen years building a completely separate business from dollar one into a multi-million dollar company, so I knew what it would take.)

That’s some nutshell.

 

Henery: Where it happens.  And by "it", I mean "great fun."
Henery: Where it happens. And by “it”, I mean “great fun.”

 

Q)  When we met, we talked about how covers sell books. The cover art coming out of Henery is every kind of eye-catching, captivating, and charming.  Who creates the art, and how do you fit the art to the book?

Why, thank you for the kind words! I absolutely believe the cover is essential to the book, everyone likes to see a pretty package. We consult with the author to get their take, then meet with the in-house staff to discuss. Once we have a concept, we’ll either design here or hire freelance – or both.

 

Just a few of the eye catching covers coming out of Henery.
Just a few of the eye catching covers coming out of Henery.

 

Q)  What are the most challenging, and the most delightful aspects of your work?

The nuts and bolts of publishing can be the most challenging, probably because it’s not as much fun as engaging artwork and intriguing editorial. It’s also quite a challenge to find manuscripts – our catalog has limited space (about 2 books per month), and we’re building quite a niche in the mystery market. 

Q)  A good editor can help an author craft a decent manuscript into a great book.  How do help an author on the edge of greatness make that leap?

Agreed, an editor can see things the author can’t. Mostly because the author has read the manuscript about 113 times. I’d say the most useful tool in the box is remembering “less is more.” Truly, tighten, tighten, tighten. Keep the dialog snappy, the scenes vivid, and the narrative on point. And when if your beta readers all love your work, you need new betas.You need the beta who enjoys your writing, but dishes out the sharp critiques. Like you said, it’s turning decent into great.

 

LynDee's new book, due out on October 15, 2013.  In an upcoming interview with the author, LynDee will give you her take on the importance of having a great editor like Kendel.
LynDee’s new book, due out on October 15, 2013. In an upcoming interview with the author, LynDee will give you her take on the importance of having a great editor like Kendel.

 

Q)  How can an author make an editor’s job easier?

Don’t forgo the beta/editor stage when writing the second, third, fourth books. When you wrote your first, it probably went through 57 drafts, plus a multitude of critiques, contests, betas, and revisions. Over and over and over again until that baby sparkled. Now that you’ve sold it, and it’s published, and you’re onto the next, take the same care. Only more. Push yourself to be better, stronger. And that generally means better betas. (I’m sensing a theme…)

Q)  What advice would you give to aspiring editors?  Or people looking to break into publishing on the publishing house side of the industry?

Start freelancing. Even if you don’t get paid in the beginning, just to prove your work. Start with 50 page critiques, and move on from there. Read every writing book you can get your hands on, read lots of genres to understand techniques. Then grab an internship if you can find one. Nothing like learning from the inside.

Q)  What was your favorite book growing up?

Just one? I’m torn between A Wrinkle in Time, Charlotte’s Web, Little Women, and The Mystery of the Stuttering Parrot.

Lane, thank you so much for having me. It was a delight to meet you in person, and an honor to be featured on your blog!

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A Day in the Life

Conversations About Cartoons


Interior:  A mother and her son are discussing the finer points of the boy’s favorite cartoon/money-pit.

Thor:  So, Laval is the good guy and he’s a lion, and Cragger is the bad guy.  He’s a crocodile.  He–

Me:  Is Cragger at all conflicted about being a bad guy, or is he just bad?

Thor:  Uh…he’s conflicted.

Me:  Good.  That’s better storytelling.  Why is he conflicted?

Thor:  Well, a series of events occurred that made him that way.

Me:  Did he start all good?  Or did he start all bad?

Thor:  The Crocodiles are bad, but he was kind of good, then [this series of events] made him bad.  Oh, and his sister puts this gas on him to make him be worse.

Me:  His sister is drugging him?  That’s not nice!

Thor:  She’s all bad.  She wants all the Chi.

Me:  Hmm.  I can get behind that.  I want all the cheese, too.  I love cheese.

Thor:  No, Chi.  Everyone in Chima wants the Chi.

Me:  I love cheese.  What kind do they have?

Thor:  There is no cheese!  It’s Chi!  Chi!  Chi is what gives them power.

Me:  I wish cheese gave me power instead of stomach aches.  I could get a shirt with a big–

Thor:  No!  Not CHEESE!  CHI!  CHI!  C-H-I, Chi!

Me:  Chi?  That’s too bad.  I like cheese.

Thor:  *faceplant*

Me:  Sorry, carry on.

Thor:  Chi makes you powerful.  So and the lions guard the Chi, but they share it.

Me:  So explain to me the social structure here.  Who rules Chima?

Thor:  No one.  There are just a bunch of tribes.

Me:  How does the government work?

Thor:  There is no government.

Me:  Anarchy!  That is so punk rock!

Thor:  Mama!

Me:  Sorry.  No government.  Do they have a tribal council where the leaders of the tribes to to represent their interests in the Chi, or are the lions just the de facto decision makers on who gets what, when?

Thor:  No council.  The lions share the Chi and pass it all out.  The crocs want to keep it all for themselves.

Me:  How do the other tribes feel about this?

Thor:  They aren’t very smart.  Listen, how about I just tell you the whole story of the last episode?

Me:  How about we just watch it?

Thor:  Greatness!

*we begin watching*

Me:  Explain to me about the coyotes.

Thor:  Those are wolves, not coyotes.

Me:  Explain to me about the black eagles.

Thor:  Those are ravens.  The crocs and the wolves hate the eagles.

Me:  Why?  Is it because of Hotel California?

Thor:  What?

Me:  I mean, it’s a great song, but it gets a lot of play–maybe too much.

Thor:  Mama!

Me:  I like it.  I mean, I love the Eagles.  Johnny Come Lately is a great song.

Thor:  *sigh*  Anyway.  The eagles are the thinkers and they don’t fight.

Me:  Why do they have airplanes?  Eagles can fly.

Thor:  Mama, just watch.

Me:  Okay.

*B comes through, into the kitchen*

B:  What are we watching?

Thor:  Lego Chima.

B:  Ah.  Dramatic music.  Is something dramatic happening?

Me:  Yes.

Lego Chima:  “You guys are double and triple dealing everyone!”

Me:  They are double and triple dealing everyone.

B:  Ooh.  Ambitious for Legos!

Me:  *laughlaughlaugh*

Fin

This is what my poor kid deals with, but when all the other kids are talking about how terrible their parents are, I want him to have something solid to contribute.

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Flat Friends


Did you know that you can track your pizza delivery from Dominos now?  With cute animated pizza guy and everything.  Like I needed something else to distract me!

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Between that and Pottermore…

Some books, I wish I could experience again for the first time.  I wish I could experience all of Narnia again, A Wrinkle In Time, Skinny Legs and All, Tam Lin, and the first Harry Potter book.  And Slummy Mummy, because I laughed out loud at that book more times than you need to know.

Pottermore (and yes, I was sorted into Gryffindor, though I expected Hufflepuff) is bittersweet because even though JK Rowling writes for it, the adventure is over and no matter how many potions you get to make, Harry, Ron, and Hermoine have long left the building.  I like to think we’d all have been friends.  I like to think the Pevensies, the Murrys and I would all have gotten on–I always thought my dearest elementary school friend was exactly like Meg Murry, so I loved Meg Murry all the more. 

Yesterday, I was thinking back to how I got started writing.  I can’t remember a time I wasn’t making up stories for my own entertainment.  When forced to lie down for naps, I would tell myself stories–frequently involving Mr. Spock ending up as my guardian, since he was a favorite.  Then, when I was in 3rd grade, a friend introduced me to fanfiction, and it wasn’t long before I was crossing over Battlestar Galactica with Star Blazers.  –That’s an easy way to go to practice writing.  No character development required.  You only have to work out the plot.  Or, in my case, work out how live action could cross over with anime.

Maybe if I am ever a famous writer, Leonard Nimoy and Dirk Benedict will find out how instrumental they were to my development and–well, that’s not ladylike writing, and Leonard Nimoy might not be limber enough at this stage of the game.

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Blurred Lines


So, the couple of songs I can’t stop car dancing to this summer are Blurred Lines (Robin Thicke) and Get Lucky (Daft Punk)–oh, and Treasure (Bruno Mars).  Because they all sound like Chic and Michael Jackson had a baby, and that baby makes me want to bounce.

If you keep up with such things, you know that Blurred Lines has created a controversy.  Several have accused the song of having rape-y lyrics, and the video has outraged a good many as objectifying women.  While I don’t find the lyrics at all rape-y, I find the video so blatantly try-hard that I can’t do much more than roll my eyes at it.

Here’s the thing:  Yes, the video clearly objectifies women, if only because you could replace the women with inflatible dolls and get the same result.  But the video so clearly objectifies women that it comes all the way back around to being not about women at all.  It’s not even sexy.  It’s…dumb.  Dumb in that it is so contrived that it doesn’t speak to anything at all.  Why spend your anger on it when there are so many other truly vile videos out there?

Robin Thicke would like you to believe that his song is empowering to women, and that it is a feminist movement of its own because he tells the woman he addresses in the lyrics, “That man is not your maker.”  God bless him.  I’ll bet he thinks telling the oppressed, “You should not be oppressed,” is a revolution.  I feel like his feminist movement is on par with the Chick-Fil-A cows’ Eat Mor Chiken campaign.  Why spend your anger on him when there are so many truly vile musicians out there?

I’m not giving Thicke a free pass by any means.  He’s that slick, good looking guy who has always gotten the girl, who tells the girls he can’t get that he didn’t really want them anyway.  He’s kind of a hack, but a hack with enough talent that you can overlook him–notice I didn’t say forgive him.  He’s not even worth forgiving.  He’s barely worth noticing.  He’s not harmless because he cannot harm.  He’s harmless because he’s gormless. 

Let’s be more offended by Justin Timberlake’s song Mirrors–because he only thinks his woman is worthwhile because she reflects him back to himself, and oh holy hell is THAT not offensive?!  “I love you because there is not enough of you to cast a shadow on the awesomeness that is me.”  “I love you because you are blank.”  “I love you because you exist only within the confines of how great you make me feel about myself.”  Those are some messages girls could do without.

But pop music isn’t supposed to be serious.  That’s why there is a market for Mumford & Sons and Ed Sheerhan.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and sometimes a good dance beat is just a good dance beat.

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Kidd Kraddick–Hang it all, I’m crying again


In 1984, Kidd Kraddick was giving out Von Erich wrestling family posters at the big, first dance of the year at my junior high school.  We kicked 8th grade off right, with this scrawny, loud DJ, who kept yelling things like, “Let’s get buck naked!”  And, “Let’s go craaAAaazy!”  I was disappointed he didn’t have any Duran Duran posters, but he played great music–only school dance I’ve ever been to where you got Adam Ant and Van Halen in the same set (Goody Two Shoes, and Jump–why can I remember things like this, but not where I parked my car?)

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard him.  No, I used to sit and listen to his show on KEGL, blank cassette in the “record” side of my boom box, waiting with my fingers over the record and play buttons, hoping to catch a clean cut of my favorite songs.  Kidd was one of the first DJs to resonate with me.  He and Stoobie Doak were my DJs, and I used to call up to their shows all the time, using my middle name, just in case. 

Kidd always took my calls, always remembered me as soon as I told him my [middle] name, and every time told me how much he loved it, and how he had considered it for his daughter.  The last time I talked to him was a few years ago.  B and I had run into him at a restaurant, and we hadn’t talked to him because he was there with his family, but Kidd and I had shared a wink and nod.  The old, “I know who you are, listen your show, not going to interrupt,” chin jerk and smile, reciprocated with a, “Thanks for listening, have a good circus,” grin.  I called in to the show to say hello, and he remembered my [middle–yes, I still used my middle name because…well, just in case] name from all those teenaged call-ins. 

I’ve had Kidd Kraddick in my house, or in my car since I was 13 years old.  Nearly 30 years of that man’s voice in my world.  I’ve heard great things about him, and I’ve heard horrible things about him, but all of it washed out to what amounted to be an above average human being, who was truly invested in making his community a better place, and in making the lives of the less fortunate better.

The last bit I heard Kidd do, was him reading a letter a listener had sent in about having been helped out of a hard spot by fellow show personality, J-Si.  He was so proud of J-Si, and J-Si was effusive that it was Kidd’s example that had inspired him to live up to that level.  WIth Kidd’s Kids, and with the Christmas Break-ins, and all the other wonderful things that Kidd did through his platform on KISS, I think a lot of people have been inspired to do more for the world around them.

You can be a legend in your field without ever making a real difference in the world.  Kidd is a radio legend in DFW, who has made many, many differences in the lives of families here and beyond.

I think it is fitting that he spent his last day working to promote Kidd’s Kids.   If you’ve got to go out suddenly, and you can’t do it with your family, doing it for other people’s families is the next best thing.

Thanks for everything, Kidd.  I’m going to miss you.