Big Idea

The Big Idea: Diana Rowland

Sometimes writing is like a romance: You might need time away to realize how much it’s part of you. Author Diana Rowland can tell you about this. Life and other complications conspired to keep her from the fantasy and science fiction genre for years — and yet, here she is, with her novel Mark of the Demon, full of magic, fantasy and sexy, sexy demons. How did she find her way back to her genre love? Here she is to lay it all out for you.


In a way it took me almost ten years to come up with the Big Idea that led to Mark of the Demon.

I went to the Clarion West writer’s workshop in 1998, and came out of it ready and eager to set the publishing world on fire. I wrote a few short stories (because that’s what everyone said you were supposed to do) and even sold one, but soon realized that my heart really wasn’t in short fiction. I preferred the longer format of the novel, and the room it afforded for plot twists and character development. I started on a fantasy novel, but shortly thereafter made an early mid-life career change–trading my job in the casino industry for an entry-level job in law enforcement. I stopped writing fiction while I went through the rigors of the Police Academy, and when I came back to writing after graduation I realized that I didn’t have much love for the basic concept of the fantasy novel I’d been working on, and had little motivation to get back to it.

I continued to write sporadically over the next several years, but with the arrival of my daughter my writing went from sporadic to infrequent, and I still didn’t have a world or a concept that I felt driven to write about. I was also feeling a large measure of inadequacy as a writer because, after all, if I was a real writer I would have ideas pouring out of my ears and I would write even if I didn’t feel the love for it. Right?

My big wake-up call came after I won the Writers of the Future contest in 2005. I came back from the workshop ready and eager (again) to set the publishing world on fire. But now I was able to see how I’d put myself in a rut by staying so focused on writing fantasy. By this time I’d been working in law enforcement for over seven years, and everyone (including yours truly) had me convinced that I should write suspense or crime thrillers. I had a full “well” of incredible life experience to draw from and it seemed a crying shame to waste it.

I went for it. I abandoned the idea of writing spec fic and started working on a crime thriller. In a complete 180, my stubborn brain was now fixated on writing a straight crime thriller without a hint of science fiction/fantasy.

50,000 words later, I realized that I was bored out of my skull with it (and it showed). I had to face facts: I liked fantasy and science fiction and that’s what I wanted to write. Unfortunately, I was now right back in the rut where I’d begun.

Enter my new job as a forensic photographer and morgue assistant. When a body is photographed before autopsy, special attention is paid to marks, scars, tattoos, wounds, or anything else that is a deviation or that can be used to aid in identification. One day a body came in with unusual wounds on the torso. At first glance it looked as if someone had taken a small melonballer and had scooped chunks of flesh out (though it was eventually determined that significant insect activity had caused the strange wounds and that they had been caused post-mortem.) Immediately my sick little mind started jumping, and I started thinking about what the reaction would be if a body was found that had wounds caused by a supernatural creature. I began to barrage the pathologist with numerous what-if questions and, to his enormous credit, he didn’t kick me out of the morgue or tell me to shut up, but instead seemed more than willing to go along with my what-ifs and answered as best he could.

Soon after that, we had a victim who’d committed suicide by hanging himself with an electrical cord. During the process of hanging, the cord had apparently slipped which caused the victim to have two distinct marks on his neck. During the autopsy, when the skin and muscles of the throat were peeled back, the pathologist showed me the clots of blood within the muscles that clearly showed that, as the body had settled, the cord had slipped into a new position. I began to think about a serial killer who tortured his victims prior to killing them, and when I started to think about the Why?, I immediately thought of some sort of Death Magic.

And, right there in the morgue, I realized that I’d been missing the obvious. I could write a crime thriller… and make it chock full of the paranormal. (This was right about the time that urban fantasy was beginning to hit its stride and take off.)

From there ideas quickly began to fall into place. I had a serial killer and his reason for killing. I had a homicide detective with her own arcane powers, and a cast of secondary characters. I knew I wanted to stay away from vampires and werewolves, and I ended up getting some great brainstorming and inspiration from a good friend, Kat Johnson, who used to run an RPG that I participated in for years. With her help, I came up with the idea of arcane creatures that were known as demons, but were from an alternate plane of existence instead of from “hell.” And, since I’ve always disliked books where the bad guy is evil Because He Is Evil, I made it so that the demons had a completely alien perception of what constituted good and evil.  I drafted up a quick outline of a story about a homicide detective with the ability to summon demons, who was charged with tracking down a serial killer with similar arcane skills. And to make things extra-interesting, I threw in a sexy Demonic Lord with his own agenda and his own concept of right and wrong.

I started writing, and about six weeks later I had a first draft. It was crappy, and it still needed loads of revisions, but it was a complete draft. I’d never written that fast in my life, and I think it speaks volumes that the story flowed so quickly once I figured out what I was supposed to write.

So, my Big Idea wasn’t so much about a plot or story concept, but more the realization that there was a perfect sweet spot between writing in the genre that I loved to read, and using all of the great experience that I’d gained during my years in law enforcement. The result is Mark of the Demon. Police procedural and urban fantasy! Cops and Demons! Sex and violence!

It was immensely fun and satisfying to write. I hope that readers will enjoy it just as much as I did.


Mark of the Demon: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Powell’s

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Ohio Libraries and Fiscal Amputation

Well, this is lovely. Follow: About 70% of Ohio’s public libraries are not funded locally but are funded by something called the Public Library Fund, which is part of the state budget (specifically, 2.2% of state’s tax revenue). The State of Ohio needs to find a way to see it’s way clear of a $3.2 billion shortfall for the next budget. Part of the governor’s proposal to do that: Cut the Public Library Fund by 30% over the next two years.

When this is added on top of an additional 20% decline in the Public Library Fund due to reduction in tax revenues collected (because people are, you know, poorer these days), this means that the large majority of Ohio’s public libraries could see their operating budgets cut in half in the next couple of years. This would almost certainly lead to a number of libraries closing, or substantially cutting back their services and staffing. This is, of course, during a time when libraries are seeing a spike in usage, because rumor is there’s a recession going on, and that’s the time people use their local libraries.

Budget-slashing moments are always painful and everybody squawks when their money gets slashed, and in times like these, I’m not one of those people who demands every public service be exactly at the same level it was before. I understand some things are going to get cut and that I’m going to lose some things my taxes paid for before. That’s life in a bad economy. That said, tweaking the state budget so that libraries end up losing half their funding seems like really dumb thing to do. Despite the occasional spittle I see flung by ignorants, it’s not as if our libraries are lavishly funded, or that the people working in them have nothing to do — libraries and librarians are used to making do with relatively little. But there’s a point at which “little” becomes “simply not enough,” and I would expect that getting one’s budget halved will get them there pretty efficiently.

If you’re an Ohioan, do your local library a favor and ping your local representative and tell him or her that you don’t support such a drastic cut in the Public Library Fund (You can find your House rep here, and your state senator here). They’ve got to decide on a budget this week, so the sooner the better. What I’m going to tell my own reps is that while I get that everyone has to share the pain, there’s pain and then there’s amputation, and this is amputation. I’d like to walk it back to pain, if that’s at all possible.


Summer Frost

Out in the yard today there was what looked like frost, which is a nice trick considering the current temperature is sixty five, on its way to almost ninety. A closer examination, however, revealed that the yard is filled with thousands upon thousands of these:

As you can see from the blades of grass for reference, these are teeny-weeny little webs. Get enough of them all in one space, beaded with dew, however, and there you have it: Summer frost. It won’t last long — the dew is alreay evaporating — but it’s a pretty effect while it’s there. Pretty for me, that is; I doubt the little bugs these webs were spun to ensnare would agree with me, if they had enough brains to have an opinion, which they don’t. It’s hard out there for a tiny bug.

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