Lynn Kazi

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Biography

 

Welcome to my website! 

Sample excerpts from Cottonland Songstress andSwordsman on the Narrow Pathway during your visit!

 Background Information 

     Like a faithful old friend, my childhood pastime of story-writing made welcome visitations through life, resulting in a cross-culture scenario involving an unlikely pair’s intrepid journey, which became my first published novel, Cottonland Songstress.  My approach to shaping words into literature blends a child’s imaginative delight with an adult’s tested faith, illustrating gifted characters' awareness of the turmoil with triumph.

 

 

 Accomplishments

     My petite mother with the full-cheeked smile, wearing a floral print dress and ruffled apron, could no doubt sell as many wartime pinup pictures as Lena Horne. On occasion I noticed her etching torrents of words onto a notepad.  Since she grew up in the middle of nine brothers and sisters, she never lacked for subject matter, whether or not the dizziness of raising me rated a chapter or two.  Once my eager involvement with my own notepad caught up with my joy of reading, I had mom’s arm-wrapped, smooching endorsement.

 

Only she never lived to see me graduate from elementary school, let alone witness my official, 21st century welcome into publication. 

 

As a biographical tribute to a mother who influenced my early writing fever, PublishAmerica included my essay, Abbreviated Alliance, in their collection entitled Mothers of Writers, Volume II, released in May, 2002. 

 

 Interview

Karen Turner (pseud. Lynn Kazi)

 When did you begin writing?

 

After I learned the looping pen-stroke at around the second grade, I wrote a brief notation at home concerning the origin of Easter, adding its association with the mythical spring-versus-winter conflict.  But the real fever was fueled shortly afterward.

 

I never missed my TV cartoons before school -- or after school, or Saturday mornings, for that matter -- anyway, on those weekday mornings, my mother must have grinned every time she heard me complaining that the station kept cutting in with commercials before the episode was finished.  She encouraged with a challenge:  “Why don’t you write them a letter?”

 

Sounded like a good idea, so I put my newly-learned script to work, and sounded off on a TV station in writing.  I had no sooner plopped my hand-written envelope with its folded content into the mailbox and resumed my day-to-day romping, when mom extracted from a stack of bills a gracious reply from the station addressed to me, on their logo-splashed letterhead. Their sincere apology, with a pledge for improvement, aroused a pigtail-lifting, brain-jolting confirmation of the influential power contained within thoughtfully-crafted, written words.

 

Can you describe your novel in 50 words or less?

 

Cottonland Songstress involves the thrilling soprano voice of a mid-19th century Alabama teen slave capturing the attention of a visiting musician from Vienna who is determined to take her soulfully dramatic talent to stage stardom, despite strong doses of cultural awakening for them both, in an adventurous journey.

 

What is your favorite scene in the book?

 

I particularly like the scene where D’Orleans and Peter first meet.  From the moment he heard her melodious voice during a field tour, Peter’s curious anticipation to meet D’Orleans in Woodley’s precious parlor unsettled the household; but when the shaken young slave took her first fearful steps inside the mansion toward him, Peter cared less about her master’s objections, studying D’Orleans’ delicate features before conducting a private audition to again sample her sumptuous vocal phrasing.

 

How did you get the idea for Cottonland Songstress?

 

I was reading a biography of the Italian composer, Giuseppe Verdi, how he had written a string of successful musical scores in the 1850s, affording him a livelihood of luxury, and I considered the severely opposite situation taking place in the Southern United States at that same time.  Folks laboring under bondage weren’t granted human status, let alone allowed VIP service in a theater.  I developed a scenario of what would happen if one of those privileged musicians met a burdened field slave who possessed a thrilling soprano voice worthy of the dramatic stage.

 

What would you want your readers to take away from the book?

 

A reminder of dignified courage from the past, necessary in the present.  Hopeful determination not to compromise your talents, despite encounters with stubborn fear.  Encouragement for our stage and studio performers to hold onto a commitment to drama.  Perseverance toward respectable goals in or out of the arts can transport you far from familiar territory, so never travel without your Bible.

 

What satisfies you about writing?

 

I love getting into my characters’ heads, creating dialogue, setting up situations that paint pictures and pull the reader into the scene -- senses they can feel, food they can taste.  To me, my characters are real folks even when the story is fiction.  Some of them are sure-enough sour company and get on my nerves, but that's how rotten they are, in word and deed.  On the other hand, I miss my heroes when I'm not writing about them.  They have something to prove, in a style that defines what shapes their character.  But in the process, they've got to get touched up, too.  It hurts when I have to hurt them, but that's how they learn.  I like the opportunity to reach a reader dealing with conflict, and bring at least one hero's testimony of direction, answers, courage and trust.

 

What did it feel like to see your work in print?

 

First I was struck by PublishAmerica’s impressive cover design for Cottonland Songstress.  The decorative image of a swirling musical staff superimposed on a cotton field under a blue sky showed me they got a sense of what would be swirling through D’Orleans’ mind in her uprooted situation.  Then, I realized my responsibility to present quality drama to readers, and I kept seeing places in the book that needed more revision!  So it’s a hopeful, humbling experience.

 

What was the best writing advice you received?

 

From Writers’ Digest:  Show-don’t tell, revise, revise, revise, writing is re-writing, never give up.

 

Which authors have inspired your writing?

 

Charles Spurgeon was a master at metaphors, his daily devotionals flow with them.  Charles Dickens used killer description.  Richard Wright was gifted for graphic assault.  Ernest Hemingway gets a mention for his technique of giving personality and perspective to the weather and wilderness.  Erle Stanley Gardner excelled in dialogue, and August Wilson’s brand stirs home-cooked regional roots into his characters’ distinctive voices.  I’ve even looked into the Dick Tracy  Casebook  by Chester Gould, Dick Locher and Jay Maeder for two-fisted cliffhanger techniques Billy Wilder wrote fine film drama: Double Indemnity, The Lost Weekend , Sunset Boulevard.  Another major influence includes The Marrow of Tradition and other works by Charles W. Chestnutt. 

 

What books did you research to prepare Cottonland Songstress?

 

Besides language glossaries, sheet music, regional maps, railroad maps, cook books and 19th century clothing, a major credit goes to Labor of Love, Labor of Sorrow by Jacqueline Jones, and Bullwhip Days edited by James Mellon.  These books detailed the plantation slaves’ chore roster and got into their personal anguish, including revealing interviews with elder, former slaves recorded in the 1930s.  Another helpful text was The Diary of Hugh Davis, a frugal 1850s Alabama landowner’s personal inventory of his abundant produce, livestock, and slaves.

 

What advice would you give to other aspiring writers?

 

Don’t be cheap with your language.  Profanity is cheap.  Any lazy mind can use profanity, claiming “realism.”  The modern writer doesn’t need vulgarity to be authentic, and readers don’t need encouragement to be lazy. Develop a sharpened vocabulary, so that your narration and characters express attitude in unique, colorful terms.  Script writers  of early radio dramas couldn't take license with laziness.  Confined to rules that respected their audience, they had to finesse a technique that dodged profanity.  It worked, and their characters never lost a shred of intensity.  Successful examples (at libraries) are The Adventures of Philip Marlowe by Raymond Chandler, Suspense, The Whistler, Mr. and Mrs. North, and Tales of the Texas Rangers.  These programs are rich in metaphors that pull you into waves of human conflict. 

 

Build a home collection of favorites your library offers:  biographies, dramas on CD, screenplays in print.  Even classic serial comic books from the past.  Read Billy Wilder's screenplays first, then watch the film. Check out classic lit authors:  Charles Chestnutt, Richard Wright, Charles Dickens, Ernest Hemingway, Spurgeon devotionals.  Learn to shape the query letter for your story down to one page.  Grab the publisher in the first paragraph with a highlight teaser from your story. A subscription to Writers Digest is helpful.  When you send a query letter or a manuscript by ground mail, always enclose a self-addressed, stamped envelope, and make sure you stick enough stamps on the SASE.   

 

Do you have another novel planned?

 

I’m working on a novel about  an early rock-n-roller.

 

How can readers get a copy of your book?

 

Details at PublishAmerica.com (1-301-695-1707), Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com (see Favorite Links below).  

 

e-mail at lynnkazi@publishedauthors.net  or

 

            klturner@publishedauthors.net

 

Ask your favorite book store to order ISBN 1-58851-521-4 for Cottonland Songstress!

 

 Excerpt from COTTONLAND SONGSTRESS

Woodley and Stohl rode from the stables, viewing the hog pen, chicken coop, smoke house, and grazing cattle. Their mounted inspection proceeded past the vegetables and grains, before moving on to where more slaves were crouched into their field labors, as the master had predicted.

“There it is, Stohl,” Woodley boasted, sweeping a hand toward his favorite 150 acres. “The life blood of the South: King Cotton. Come September, this whole field’s gonna be such a sea’a white cotton balls, you’ll like to go blind!”

“More impressive than I imagined,” stated Peter.

“We gotta get you a visit some harvest. ‘Course, our fruits are sproutin’ right on schedule. Niggers’ll commence plantin’ melons today in the patch over yonder. I allow this clay soil can produce more types’a vegetation here in Alabama than y’all got all across’t Europe!”

“Where we may lack in variety, you definitely fall short in height,” Peter defended his homeland’s colossal firs.

During continued debates on where the greater greenery existed between their countries, a pained, yet clear wail arose from the midst of the cotton field. It wrested Peter’s mind off the babbling Major and riveted his attention to its ascent, which momentarily paused. It rang out again, soaring higher, purer.

The Major remained absorbed in his own grandeur, bragging on his abundant fields, laughing, clapping Peter on the shoulder ...

Peter tweaked up a smile and gave a concurring nod, without hearing a syllable of what Woodley said. The sorrowful field bird had not yet taken a second breath as she reached a perfect B-flat, before descending in the most embittered chromatic cadenza Stohl could never seem to wrench out of his students. A sudden, air-splintering snap choked off the melody. Peter strained to listen over the Major’s blathering, but the songbird seemed to be silenced for good. 

“Excuse me, Major, but did you happen to hear a bit of singing just now?”

“Oh, don’t pay it no mind. That little jungle butt’s always hootin’ – sometimes y’can’t tell her from the birds. But I hear my overseer just walloped her wazoo shut. He don’t like none’a that nigger howlin’ goin’ on when they’s work to be done. I musta heard his whip crackin’ in her direction ‘bout a dozen times a day. Makes ya wonder why she keeps on doin’ it. ‘Spect that’s a darkie’s natural dumbness. Now if ya really wanna hear her wailin’, y’oughta catch her little tail back in the quarter! Maybe ya’d like to get that chance, ‘long ‘bout after supper.”

“I might like the opportunity to look her over first, actually. Perhaps we could bring her up to the house this evening.”

“A field nigger in mah house?”

“Well, some of her companions could tidy her up a bit,” Peter haggled, “so she wouldn’t track any dirt into the parlor.”

“The parlor, you say,” the Major repeated, with mounting indignation. “Positively unprecedented, sir. There are coons for the house, an’ coons for the field, an’ field coons ain’t got no business inside’a Woodley Mansion! Maybe you ol’ boys over in Europe are accustomed to invitin’ them Zulu witch doctors into your palaces, but over here, a nigger’s still a nigger!”

“Come now Woodley, you wouldn’t deprive a guest his proper right to inspection prior to an encounter?”

“Shoot, Bo, coons ain’t for courtin’! Haul yer load down yonder an’ nail the nigger!”

“Just consider my request as the eccentric manner of an old world, fellow gun lover,” Peter cajoled, with a smile that even men found hard to resist.

The Major’s chin folds dropped into his chest, and he shook his baffled head.

“Y’all ol’ country boys sure go about your business the long way around,” he conceded, “but you bein’ a guest, anythin’ to oblige... Elect!”

“Yassuh, Marsa!” The stable boy emerged from the barn as if he could be summoned from several locations at once.

“You tell D’awlins she’ll be fetched fo’ up to the great house after we have our supper!”

“Yassuh, Marsa!”

The command was shouted loud enough to startle the other slaves, but not one of them dared to break their hoeing and sowing cadence. They reserved all comments until they returned to the cabins at sunset.

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“I ‘spect ol’ overseer told Marsa he got tired’a tellin’ D’awlins to stop singin’,” reasoned Elect.

“Since when did he ever git tired’a whuppin’ a nigger’s mouth shut?” queried Hamp.

“If you ax me,” offered Portensia to the women, “I ‘spect a fancy man like that Cap’n Stohl druther do his humpin’ on some soft sheets ‘stead’a some ol’ straw-stuffed mattress!”

“Ain’t no nigger ever rolled up into no great house bed,” bickered Marabelle. “Onliest spot a house nigger can flop is at the foot’a the bed – on the flo’!”

“I ‘spect Cap’n Stohl come here fixin’ to buy up some darkies,” posed Laban, “an’ got his mind set on makin’ D’awlins his house gal.”

“Yeah, maybe he wanna see if she can pleat wings in his napkin,” clucked Cleta.

“He don’t want no house gal to flap no napkins!” declared Hatty. “He’ll look her over by the good light in the great house, then he’ll drag her behind back here in the quarter, sho’!”

D’Orleans was the last to trudge out of the fields. Fear clung to her wounds like ivy on brick.

 

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