Spotlight on Creativity: William Kendall

Those of you who know us well know that William and I have been partners in crime for over five years now. We met in the summer of 2009 on an IMDb message board for the movie Angels & Demons. A few months later, we started communicating via email. From IMDb, we moved on to the now-defunct Writers Digest online community, where a round robin experiment I initiated proved to be a train wreck–but became the basis for our as yet unfinished collaborative novel, Same Time Tomorrow.

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William is also working solo on a novel, Heaven & Hell. Anyone who’s read any part of this work in progress knows how talented he is. He’s also a popular blogger (Speak of the Devil) and photoblogger (Ottawa Daily Photo). The latter is a showcase for his photography, while the former is home to his popular “A Day in the Life of a Cat/Dog” and of course, the legendary Mountie, Inspector Lars Ulrich.

Today we’ll focus on his blogs.

William, as you know, Lars is my favorite of your creations. How did you ever come up with the idea of a cranky, entertainment reporter-hating Mountie?

Lars Ulrich first came to life (let’s call him Lars 1.0) at IMDb as a response to a clueless twit using multiple fake names to try to drum up support for him being cast as Captain America (google Douchebag Quadbike to learn why half the internet was laughing at Ben Ryan Metzger a few years back). I wrote a fake news article, long since gone, and needed a European lawman with a vaguely Germanic name. The name came to me pretty quickly- but when I wrote that first piece, I had no idea who Lars Ulrich was in the real world. So people in reply asked what the Metallica drummer would think of his name being borrowed. When I moved him into his current status in my blogs, as a Mountie, the name stayed, and that angle of constantly being mistaken for the drummer from Metallica came with him. I think Lars is cranky for two reasons: it’s in his nature (if Tommy Lee Jones was thirty years younger, he’d be perfect for the role), and he gets mistaken for this half deaf guy who looks nothing like him over and over and over again. Lars pretty much writes himself at times.

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Any chance Lars will ever get his own book–a novel, or maybe a compilation of your blog posts in which he’s featured?

I would have to dial down the cartoonish aspects of the character to write him into a novel. I mean, a Mountie who goes out and picks fights with thousands of Rush Limbaugh supporters, makes Godzilla cry, and deals with even more cartoonish supervillains on a regular basis is a bit cartoonish. That said, I love writing him. The cranky attitude, the totally fearless, resourceful, kick ass and take names Mountie who’s not that polite- contradicting the national stereotype- Lars is a pleasure to bring out from time to time. I do have an idea to incorporate him into a future book with my Stryker and Devon characters- with the preceding caution by one of his men not to ask if he’s related to the drummer from that metal band. I imagine a compilation of blog posts would be problematic from a copyright point of view. I mean, I’m sure Sesame Street wouldn’t appreciate having one of their minor Muppets exposed as a ruthless supervillain. That said though, I could see him in a standalone novel. With a love interest who shares the same name as a famous singer and finds it particularly annoying when she’s asked if she’s that singer by dimwitted reporters. Celine Dion, Sarah McLachlan, Anne Murray, or Joan Mitchell, just to keep it all Canadian.

What about your cat and dog posts? Where did that idea come from?

When I started blogging, some early posts were just me finding my feet, figuring out where to take this whole thing, so it took time to find focus. I did the odd cat and dog post or two, but there wasn’t a cohesiveness to it until I realized writing from their point of view could be fun. It took off from there. It was awhile before I gave the dog a name, Loki, which seemed ideal. The cat has a name given by her staff and a title she regards as her own, but I’ve never really designated her with a name she would call her own. It doesn’t help that it’s been quite awhile since I’ve written the cat’s name and title into a blog! They’re both fun to write. The dog’s a goofball, and the cat has attitude and sass. There’s no shortage of cat and dog pics around on the internet to draw from, and when one needs to, it’s easy to make one.

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You’ve taken more than a few shots at certain elected officials in Canada. Have there been any repercussions to your outspokenness?

Not yet, but every once in awhile, I wonder. I’ve tweeted stuff about politicians, using their names in hashtags, and it has ended up getting picked up by others I wouldn’t have known that way. I have tweeted in a running argument with a real prick of a politician here, a libertarian member of provincial parliament who seems to think that if a constituent doesn’t agree with him, he can just completely ignore and block them on social media. It’s a childish response- you represent all of your constituents, not just the ones who agree with you, and I called him out on it. Anyway, I assume it’s possible that my tweets, and by extension some of my posts, given that they get retweeted along, have fallen under the eyes of people who would find them annoying.

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To which I can only say: Prime Minister Stephen Harper (or Dark Lord as I like to call you with contempt): you’re a disgrace to this country, and it’ll take decades to repair the damage you’ve done, you hyper-partisan control freak tyrant. Middle finger right at you, you prat. And to the Ford family, and this is assuming there actually is a cancer diagnosis (given the family’s history of lying about everything, I’m dubious) in that repugnant crack smoking dolt who used to be the mayor of Toronto: Rob, I’m rooting for the tumour.

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Another favorite target of yours is the Toronto Maple Leafs. Now that the regular hockey season is over and once again, the Leafs have failed to make it into the playoffs, will you be doing an encore of your hilarious blog post from last year, in which angry Leafs fans stole the Stanley Cup?

Plenty of time left in the playoffs for that sort of thing. I’ve done variations on A Day In The Life with Leafs fans, and Chicago Cubs fans, which reminds me, I should do a Cubs fan post again. I could quite easily play around with that concept of my resident Leaf fan nitwits stealing the Cup next month, for instance. The Leafs, to me, are a joke, and those fans who refuse to see them for the joke that they are happen to be beyond stupid. It’s been my experience that it is next to impossible to reason with stupid people (thanks very much, Ford Nation), so why not make fun of them instead? Writing their perspective can be fun- the sheer desperation and obliviousness to reality, followed by the endless excuses they make, are common traits for your average not so bright Leafs or Cubs fan.

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You also do some excellent movie reviews. Ever thought of doing them on a professional level?

On occasion, yes. I post reviews from time to time. Sometimes they’re new films out in theatres. Other times they’re classics. And in other cases, it’s a film I might like (or not like, such as might be the case with Battleship or The Lone Ranger). Often some of these films might be obscure or forgotten, but I might feel it’s worthwhile to write up a review. I love movies, and I love talking about them, so featuring them from time to time made sense.

You’ve done some impressive work on your photoblog. How long have you been into photography?

I’ve been photographing for years. There are few pics of me out there because I was always the one with the camera. Nature is what drew me first, and still does. Landscapes, buildings, that sort of thing appeal to me more than people watching. Obviously I started out with film- and I got dragged into digital, but I find I vastly prefer using digital (you can say you told me so).

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If you could photograph anything, anywhere in the world, what would it be and why?

Oh boy, that would be a long list! I’ll narrow it down to three places. First, the British isles (which brings in a lot of places, incidentally). There is so much history, culture, and natural beauty all over Britain and Ireland, and I would be happy to wander there for a few months, hike, photograph, take it all in. Second, one place I have not been to: the Grand Canyon, for its indescribable beauty. And third, my being Canadian, I would also have to choose a place that I haven’t been to- the Nahanni region in the Far North. Every photo I have ever seen of the place entrances me.

I hope if there’s anyone reading this post who hasn’t already checked out William’s blogs, do so now. You won’t be disappointed!


Excerpt from Sam’s Story: Saying Goodbye is Hard to Do

I don’t remember when it started, only that my legs and feet hurt–occasionally at first, then more frequently, then all the time. I could barely walk. Then, it was my wing. I was losing my feathers.

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Then the tumor appeared. It wasn’t a big deal at first–at least I didn’t think so. Just a little bump, an ugly little bump. But it grew, and it grew fast.

“What is this thing?” I wondered aloud.

“It’s cancer,” Sam One said with a gravity in his voice that I found unsettling.

I swallowed hard. “Am I going to die?” I asked.


I couldn’t take it all in. “How soon?” I wanted to know.

He hesitated.

“Come on–I need to know!” I pressured him.

“A few months,” he said finally.

“A few months? It’s not fair!” I cried.

“Hey…you got twenty-one years,” he reminded me. “That’s far more than most of us get.”

I realized how that must have sounded to him. “Sorry.”

“I would have liked more than nine years,” he confided. “I don’t know why I had to leave. Yes, I was jealous of Collin at first…but that would have passed. He’s a pretty terrific big bro.”

“Yeah, he is,” I agreed.

“You have family on the other side, too,” Sam One reminded me. “Some you haven’t met yet, like Scamp and Red.”

“Red?” I asked.

“She’s a chicken.”

“A chicken chicken?”

He looked at me. “There’s another kind?”


He shook his head. “This one was a little red hen who was a companion of Mom’s when she was a little girl,” he said. “You’ll like her.”

I was quiet for a little while. “Are you okay?” Sam One asked.

“I’m dying,” I said. “What do you think?”


“So…we all go to Heaven?” I asked later.

“Of course,” Sam One answered. “We didn’t screw up the way humans did. We didn’t eat that apple–we didn’t even nibble on the core when Eve threw it down.”

“We?” I asked. “You were there?”

He gave me a light whack with his wing. “You know what I mean–we as in birds!”

“Ah…that we,” I said, nodding.

“We didn’t even nibble on the discarded core,” he said. “Some of us abide by the rules!”

“Unlike humans?”

“They’re supposed to be the smart ones, but really…when the Great Flood came, the humans didn’t take Noah seriously. The rest of us were all in line with our boarding passes.”

Movie Review: The Age of Adaline

Last night, Collin and I attended an advance screening of The Age of Adaline. Looks like our movie jinx is still very much in effect, though not quite as bad as the tornado that so rudely interrupted Captain America: The Winter Soldier or the freak lightning storm that stranded us after Guardians of the Galaxy…but still a pain in the backside. We had dinner at TGI Fridays. I ordered the Endless Apps. Appetizers–light meal, right? Wrong. First came the loaded potato skins. I took one look at that huge plate and decided maybe I should have gone with a salad. A small salad. The apps were delicious…but getting to try everything isn’t going to happen if you can’t get through the first round!

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I damaged the shoulder strap on my new bag and the band on my favorite watch. Not off to a good start. The movie, I decided, had better be good.

It was.

The Age of Adaline opens in present day San Francisco, with a young woman (Blake Lively) buying fake ID and reprimanding the maker for using his talents in an endeavor that could land him in prison. She then return to her job as a librarian, where a co-worker delivers some old newsreels to her. She watches them alone, and it’s here that her backstory is told.

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Adaline Bowman was born in San Francisco in 1908 and led a fairly normal life until she was in her twenties. She met and married an engineer working on the construction of the Golden Gate bridge, had a daughter, and became a young widow when her husband is killed in an accident on the job. Everything changes for her one night in 1929 as she’s driving alone. For the first time in recorded history, it begins to snow in Sonoma County. Adaline loses control of her car on the slick road and crashes. The car ends up underwater, and the narrator explains the process of hypothermia and impending death Adaline experiences. Then, something else extraordinary occurs: the car in which she’s trapped is struck by lightning, jumpstarting her heart, saving her life…and somehow halting the normal aging process.

As the years pass, Adaline finds it increasingly difficult to explain her appearance. In one scene, she’s stopped by a police officer who can’t believe she’s 45. When she’s approached by two men who identify themselves as federal agents and she narrowly manages to escape, she realizes she has to assume a new identity every few years to avoid suspicion. This forces her to hide her true relationship with her daughter–who now looks older than her mother.

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For Adaline, the decades that follow are lonely. She can’t have lasting relationships, can’t let herself fall in love–until she meets a dashing young philanthropist, Ellis Jones (Michiel Huisman) who won’t take no for an answer at a New Year’s Eve party. Adaline finds herself falling in love. Her daughter, now an elderly woman (Ellen Burstyn) about to move into a retirement home, urges her to allow herself happiness. Adaline recalls the last time she let down her defenses and how painful it was to have to end it. She knows this can’t end well, but can’t bring herself to end things with Ellis.

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Adaline seems to have finally found that happiness with Ellis, until someone from her past (Harrison Ford, excellent in a surprisingly minor role) recognizes her. Will the truth destroy her? I recommend you see The Age of Adaline and find out. It’s a great date movie. It will make you rethink whether or not you’d really want to live forever. As for all of you looking for the magic formula to stop the aging process, well, don’t try this at home, okay?

The Age of Adaline stars Blake Lively, Michiel Huisman, Harrison Ford, Kathy Bates, Ellen Burstyn and Amanda Crew; directed by Lee Toland Krieger , written by Salvador Paskowitz, Allison Burnett, J. Mills Goodloe.

Seven Revelations for Writers–Hope They Don’t Scare the Aspiring Authors Away!

Okay…fellow author Carole Gill​ tagged me for this on Facebook. I do very few of them, and this time I’m not doing it on Facebook or passing it on, because the people I’d pass it to wouldn’t do it anyway. Normally, I wouldn’t do it. But when asked to reveal seven things about writing, well, it was just too good to pass up, so here goes….


1. There are two species of authors. Seriously. There are those who will support each other, knowing there’s no need to compete, because when one of us finds success, it’s good for all of us. When readers find good books, they start looking for more good books. Often, they look to their favorite authors for recommendations. See where this is going?

And then there are others, those who’d sell their own mothers to beat their peers onto the bestseller lists. I’ve encountered both species in my years in conventional publishing and later in self-publishing. I knew one, years ago–she writes under a pseudonym, so I’m really not naming names here–who was dubbed I-leen (emphasis on “I”) by a group of writers who’d been on the receiving end of her selfishness.

2. Getting published is not solely about talent. It’s part talent, part connections, part timing. When I queried my agent with my first book, she had been a former editor who’d set up her literary agency in the spare room in her apartment. Her office was about the size of a closet, and that’s not much of an exaggeration. She had just had her first New York Times bestseller, and as it happened, the novel was in the same genre as mine. She was looking for her next big “star.” I happened to be in the right place at the right time with the right project.

3. Burning bridges is not a good idea. As my agent warned me early on, if I were to piss off an editor and leave that publisher, it was entirely possible said pissed-off editor would end up at my next publisher. (My agent once described publishing as “an incestuous business.”) But I had a nasty temper, and I made a few enemies–I’m surprised it was only a few, now that I think about it. Not fun. I’m not so quick to shoot off my mouth these days, but I still have my moments. I almost lost it the other day. Someone on Facebook was feeding me a huge line of BS, and I called her on it. When she saw I wasn’t buying what she was selling, did she back off? Nope. She kept pushing, determined to have the last word. I counted to ten more than once before finally deciding the best way to go would be to distance myself from her as much as possible. So far, so good.

4. Be flexible. When rewriting that first novel for the publisher, the editor-in-chief came up with an idea for a subplot. I knew it wouldn’t work, but I also knew if I didn’t at least try it her way, she might lose her enthusiasm for me and my career. I gave it my best shot. It didn’t work, she saw it didn’t work, and we went back to my original plan. (I’m still trying to figure out why, then, the published novel bears almost no resemblance to my original plan….)

5. Never throw anything away. And by that I mean anything you’ve written. I’m not advocating hoarding here! I keep a file in one of my cloud accounts for the projects that just didn’t work, because I’ve found I can often mine at least a few nuggets from those failed projects for the ones that will eventually work.

6. Networking is essential. When I started out, I didn’t know any other writers, not even in my hometown. I had never been to a writers conference. I’d read a few books and writers’ magazines, which is how I found my agent. It was my agent who put me in touch with the president of a local writers group and explained why this was so important to my career. You never know what one of those contacts might lead to. Besides, the moral support is necessary.

7. Don’t count on other authors for your sales. Yes, writers are also readers–but the writers you know may not be readers of your particular genre.  Though my first writers group was a branch of the Romance Writers of America, there were several authors in the local chapter and the national organization who were writing the same type of mainstream novels I wrote. My current group, on Facebook, is, as far as I can tell, mostly authors of paranormal fiction (it’s a very large group and I don’t know everyone). I don’t expect to make a lot of sales there. I do post notices when I have a new book out or a special promotion, but that’s as far as my sales pitches go. I make more sales through posting comments on pages of movies, TV shows and other things that interest me. Other commenters see my posts, and if they find them entertaining, will go to my page, and that’s how they find out I’m an author. This might surprise you, but it works.

I did say seven things, didn’t I? There’s more, but they can wait.

To Rewrite or Not to Rewrite…Is That Even a Question?

When we signed with Creativia, I told Collin I was seriously considering complete rewrites for most of my backlist books. They were written and published in the late ’80s and ’90s (1988-1997, to be specific) and were outdated. I even mentioned the possibility to our publisher, Miika Hannila.

Then, I gave the books a good, hard look. Did I really want to invest that kind of time and effort when I could be writing new books? No. I didn’t.


I knew I wasn’t going to rewrite The Unicorn’s Daughter. It was my favorite of all of my backlist books. I recalled how much I’d enjoyed writing it, especially those last  few chapters, intertwining Jaime’s search for her father with the US air strike against Libya. It had become relevant again, with all that’s currently happening in the Middle East. It would be the basis for a series, if I could kick my brain into gear and actually write it.

But what about the rest of the books? How could I interest readers in twenty-year-old novels? It took me a while to realize I already had the answer.

I had contemplated a series of “Where Are They Now?” blog posts about each of the main characters, catching up on the events in their lives since their books ended. I already knew what had become of them–why not weave their current stories into my works in progress? It could work….

This is one of the best things about not being under contract to a conventional publisher, specifically a Big Six (or is it Big Five now?) publisher. Nothing is ever chiseled in stone. We as authors are in the driver’s seat. If something’s not working, we can change direction, plot a new course.

These characters’ lives have changed dramatically in the past two decades.  All were affected in one way or another by world events and personal crises. I might still write those intended blog  posts–but now my characters will also live on in new novels. Their author has undergone some major changes…and so have they.