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Mysteries are enduringly popular. I've read them all my life, from Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, right on through John D. MacDonald and Lawrence Block. Mysteries work as stories with the required beginnings, middles, and ends. Those ends usually entail the bad guy getting caught and/or punished. That's the rule. If the bad guy doesn't get it in the end, you may be dealing with literature literature, and that's another kettle of fish entirely.
In mysteries, the reader doesn't know who the killer is until the end. In thrillers, the reader knows who the bad guy is from the beginning. The only question is how much damage he's going to do before he gets caught.
I think many people who become writers do so because they're ill-suited to having regular jobs. That's certainly true in my case. And so, after writing nine Detective Beaumont original paperbacks in a row, by 1989 I was beginning to feel as though I had a regular job. When I threatened to knock Beau off in my next book, my editor was aghast. "Don't do that," he said. "Remember that first book of yours, the one that was never published?"
I remembered it well. My first manuscript had been called Hour of the Hunter Hour of the Hunter. It was a slightly fictionalized version of a series of murders that had taken place in Arizona in 1970, and it was one in which my first husband had played a key role as a witness. The manuscript was universally turned down for good reason. For one thing, in it's original form it was 1,200 pages long. But even after it was trimmed down by 550 pages to a mere 650, it still didn't make the cut. Editors said that the stuff that was real was "unbelievable" whereas the parts that were fictional were "fine."
My agent finally suggested that I try my hand at fiction, and that's where J.P. Beaumont stepped into the picture. Between 1985 when Until Proven Guilty Until Proven Guilty was published, though, and 1989 when I was having this conversation with my editor, I'd had an emotional encounter with some of the still-grieving family members from that series of murders in Arizona. Just meeting them one time was enough to convince me that real murders affect real people. I stopped writing true crime on the spot. was published, though, and 1989 when I was having this conversation with my editor, I'd had an emotional encounter with some of the still-grieving family members from that series of murders in Arizona. Just meeting them one time was enough to convince me that real murders affect real people. I stopped writing true crime on the spot.
So when my editor suggested that I revisit that original manuscript, I didn't want to bring up that awful time for that still fractured family. Not only that, the killer was still in prison in Arizona, and I didn't want to write a book that he could point to and say to his friends in Florence, "Hey, guys, here's a book about me."
I ended up selling Morrow and Avon a book called Hour of the Hunter Hour of the Hunter, but the only thing it has in common with that original manuscript is the title. And, eleven years later, of all my books, it remains my favorite.
WARNING: I believe my mysteries can be considered PG-13. The thrillers are definitely rated R. Don't say you weren't warned!
More about J. A. Jance
As a second-grader in Mrs. Spangler's Greenway School class, I was introduced to Frank Baum's Wizard of Oz series. I read the first one and was hooked and knew, from that moment on, that I wanted to be a writer.
The third child in a large family, I was four years younger than my next older sister and four years older then the next younger sibling. Being both too young and too old left me alone in a crowd and helped turn me into an introspective reader and a top student. When I graduated from Bisbee High School in 1962, I received an academic scholarship that made me the first person in my family to attend a four year college. I graduated in 1966 with a degree in English and Secondary Education. In 1970 I received my M. Ed. in Library Science. I taught high school English at Tucson's Pueblo High School for two years and was a K-12 librarian at Indian Oasis School District in Sells, Arizona for five years.
My ambitions to become a writer were frustrated in college and later, first because the professor who taught creative writing at the University of Arizona in those days thought girls "ought to be teachers or nurses" rather than writers. After he refused me admission to the program, I did the next best thing: I married a man who was allowed in the program that was closed to me. My first husband imitated Faulkner and Hemingway primarily by drinking too much and writing too little. Despite the fact that he was allowed in the creative writing program, he never had anything published either prior to or after his death from chronic alcoholism at age forty-two. That didn't keep him from telling me, however, that there would be only one writer in our family, and he was it.
My husband made that statement in 1968 after I had received a favorable letter from an editor in New York who was interested in publishing a children's story I had written. Because I was a newly wed wife who was interested in staying married, I put my writing ambitions on hold. Other than writing poetry in the dark of night when my husband was asleep (see After the Fire), I did nothing more about writing fiction until eleven years later when I was a single, divorced mother with two children and no child support as well as a full time job selling life insurance. My first three books were written between four a.m. and seven a.m.. At seven, I would wake my children and send them off to school. After that, I would get myself ready to go sell life insurance.
I started writing in the middle of March of 1982. The first book I wrote, a slightly fictionalized version of a series of murders that happened in Tucson in 1970, was never published by anyone. For one thing, it was twelve hundred pages long. Since I was never allowed in the creative writing classes, no one had ever told me there were some things I needed to leave out. For another, the editors who turned it down said that the parts that were real were totally unbelievable, and the parts that were fiction were fine. Myagent finally sat me down and told me that she thought I was a better writer of fiction than I was of non-fiction. Why, she suggested, didn't I try my hand at a novel?
The result of that conversation was the first Detective Beaumont book, Until Proven Guilty. Until Proven Guilty. Since 1985 when that was published, there have been fourteen more Beau books. My work also includes eight Joanna Brady books set in southeastern Arizona where I grew up. In addition there are two thrillers, Since 1985 when that was published, there have been fourteen more Beau books. My work also includes eight Joanna Brady books set in southeastern Arizona where I grew up. In addition there are two thrillers, Hour of the Hunter Hour of the Hunter and and Kiss of the Bees Kiss of the Bees that reflect what I learned during the years when I was teaching on the Tohono O'Odham reservation west of Tucson, Arizona. that reflect what I learned during the years when I was teaching on the Tohono O'Odham reservation west of Tucson, Arizona.
The week before Until Proven Guilty was published, I did a poetry reading of After the Fire at a widowed retreat sponsored by a group called WICS (Widowed Information Consultation Services) of King County. By June of 1985, it was five years after my divorce in 1980 and two years after my former husband's death. I went to the retreat feeling as though I hadn't quite had my ticket punched and didn't deserve to be there. After all, the other people there were all still married when their spouses died. I was divorced. At the retreat I met a man whose wife had died of breast cancer two years to the day and within a matter of minutes of the time my husband died. We struck up a conversation based on that coincidence. Six months later, to the dismay of our five children, we told the kids they weren't the Brady Bunch, but they'd do, and we got married. We now have four new in-laws as well as three grandchildren.
When my second husband and I first married, he supported all of us-his kids and mine as well as the two of us. It was a long time before my income from writing was anything more than fun money-the Improbable Cause Improbable Cause trip to Walt Disney World; the trip to Walt Disney World; the Minor in Possession Minor in Possession memorial powder room; the memorial powder room; the Payment in Kind Payment in Kind memorial hot tub. Seven years ago, however, the worm turned. My husband was able to retire at age 54 and take up golf and oil painting. memorial hot tub. Seven years ago, however, the worm turned. My husband was able to retire at age 54 and take up golf and oil painting.
One of the wonderful things about being a writer is that everything-even the bad stuff-is usable. The eighteen years I spent while married to an alcoholic have helped shape the experience and character of Detective J. P. Beaumont. My experiences as a single parent have gone into the background for Joanna Brady-including her first tentative steps toward a new life after the devastation of losing her husband in Desert Heat Desert Heat. And then there's the evil creative writing professor in Hour of the Hunter Hour of the Hunter and and Kiss of the Bees Kiss of the Bees, but that's another story.
Another wonderful part of being a writer is hearing from fans. I learned on the reservation that the ancient, sacred charge of the storyteller is to beguile the time. I'm thrilled when I hear that someone has used my books to get through some particularly difficult illness either as a patient or as they sit on the sidelines while someone they love is terribly ill. It gratifies me to know that by immersing themselves in my stories, people are able to set their own lives aside and live and walk in someone else's shoes. It tells me I'm doing a good job at the best job in the world.
About the Author.
J. A. Jance is the New York Times New York Times bestselling author of the Joanna Brady series, the J. P. Beaumont series, and the novels bestselling author of the Joanna Brady series, the J. P. Beaumont series, and the novels Hour of the Hunter Hour of the Hunter and and Kiss of the Bees Kiss of the Bees. She was born in South Dakota, brought up in Bisbee, Arizona, and now lives with her husband in Seattle, Washington, and Tucson, Arizona.
Also by J. A. Jance
JOANNA B BRADY M MYSTERIESDesert HeatTombstone CourageShoot/Don't ShootDead to RightsSkeleton CanyonRattlesnake CrossingOutlaw MountainDevil's ClawParadise LostPartner in CrimeExit WoundsJ. P. BEAUMONT M MYSTERIESUntil Proven GuiltyInjustice for AllTrial by FuryTaking the FifthImprobable CauseA More Perfect UnionDismissed with PrejudiceMinor in PossessionPayment in KindWithout Due ProcessFailure to AppearLying in WaitName WithheldBreach of DutyBirds of PreyPartner in CrimeANDHour of the HunterKiss of the Bees