Catch the Night Train



"I’d only been in Café Hugo thirty minutes..."


“There might be a story down at the Gare du Nord.”







“Berlin,” he said, with a shake of his head...




What's this all about?

My historical short story Night Train to Berlin, has been be published in the genre anthology Coach's Midnight Diner I'm thrilled to be a part of the first issue of this great new anthology.

Night Train to Berlin
Just prior to World War II, a reporter-turned-spy is assigned to follow a beautiful woman in order to discover her connection to the Nazis. But is she what she appears?


Maybe someday I will turn this short story into a novel.

Manuscript Evaluation and Research Service

Since I love to research and I'm a big picture kind of person, I thought I'd offer the following services to writers, editors, and agents:


1. Fact-Checking/Research


Research to fact-check history, geographical locations, and other miscellaneous manuscript elements.


2. Fiction manuscript evaluation and critique


Premise
Opening hook
Pacing and flow
Point of view
Scene construction
Narrative elements
Integrating the five senses
Setting
Characterization
Plausibility
Conflict
Plots and sub-plots
Satisfying endings
Author voice


3. Fiction manuscript evaluation without critique:


Theme
Premise
Plot


Services I do not provide:

Line/Grammar editing

(I will be glad to refer you to a line/grammar editor.)


What you will receive:


My overall evaluation of the manuscript, plus a detailed, page-by-page critique.

  • Short stories and creative non-fiction will be considered for evaluation and critique.
  • All research projects will be considered, regardless of page length.
  • 50 page minimum for evaluation/critique, and 100-page minimum for evaluation only.

For further information: suzan@suzanrobertson.com


As a writer friend said here, I am a "big picture" person. I will review your manuscript as a whole and tell you if the elements all come together for a "full" reading experience. If you want someone to suggest "action" verbs or correct your sentences, I'm not that person, although I might make those types of suggestions from time to time. If you are looking for a "big name" author to assist you, I am not that person. What I offer you is a fresh perspective, even if you are in a critique group. I won't try to make you change your manuscript according to MY tastes. I will offer objective, constructive criticism that you may choose to implement or not.

Many writers adore writing, but dislike doing the research. I'm one of those writers who love to do both. I'm a critical thinker, and I enjoy digging deep. If I can help you, please contact me.


Woodlawn: My Little Town



When I tell people I was born in the Bronx, New York, they have images of burned out buildings and dangerous streets.

The truth is, my neighborhood was located on the boundaries of the north Bronx and Yonkers, Westchester County: The area is known as Wood-Lean or Woodlawn. When I lived there, it was a working class/middle class Irish/Italian neighborhood. It was safe, close-knit, and a great place to grow up.

The buses and subways to Manhattan were blocks away, and I was privileged to see enjoy Broadway shows, the wonderful New York City Ballet, and the Metropolitan Opera. I spent hours in great museums and ate at some great restaurants. I've been spoiled by great NY pizza, cannoli, bagels, real Irish soda bread, and good food of every ethnic origin. I've worked and played with people from all over the world. Yes, New York City is crowded, dirty and expensive. But there's only one New York, and it's my hometown, no matter where I live now.

Last year I returned to my old neighborhood after 15 years. It hasn't changed much.

My elementary school looks exactly the same. Katonah Avenue is still chock full of Irish pubs and friendly faces, and my old library is still there. It's where I discovered the wonderful world of books.

It's nice to know that I can go home again.

Random Things About Me

My friend was nice enough to tag me, so here's the official "Random Things Post."

The first rule of the game is to post the rules of the game. Here they are:
  • Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
  • People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
  • At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
  • Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

  • All right, here we go.

    1. I wanted to be an actress before I wanted to be a writer. My sister took me to see a bunch of Broadway shows when I was a kid, and I was hooked. Although I was in a few school plays and took a couple of drama workshops in high school, I eventually lost interest in it and pursued writing. But I still remember seeing Richard Burton in Equus. Amazing!

    2. In the late seventies, I was allegedly acquainted with folks who were alleged members of the IRA. (The Irish Republican Army.) I used to know all the words to the Irish rebel songs, and attended more than my share of Gaelic Football games right here in the USA. Am I making this up? Do you think I'd answer that question?

    3. I should have been born around 1925, because I love clothes, music, and architecture from 1925-1945.

    4. My mother wanted to be a writer but never got around to it. Instead, she took care of her hubby and three daughters, and stayed busy with politcs/government. She was a local politician in the sixties and seventies. She had very strong views on mostly everything. So I guess you now know where I inherited my love for reading/writing, and my opinionated, cynical attitude. She was very cool. You would have liked her. If blogs were around back then, hers would have been the one to read.

    5. When I was 12, I was a cheerleader (!) and our school cheerleading team ranked 12th in the NYC metro area, which I seem to recall was a very big deal back then.

    6. I liked to chit chat (big surprise, huh?) in school, so I got in trouble often. The teachers and I had a love/hate relationship because I was a handful, but I got good grades. I grew bored at my school, so I switched to an eclectic, artsy public high school for my 11th and 12th grade. It was a "magnet" school, and they had classes like "The Poetry of Rock and Roll," and, "Russian Literature Masters," and "Great American Films."

    7. I have a huge list of things I'd like to accomplish someday and it's growing, although I'm not getting any younger. Among the things on that list are: reading all of the books on my list, finishing all of my unfinished novels, tracing my ancestry (which would probably take years,) learning how to fence, traveling around the world for a year, learning enough Greek for bible study, running a sanctuary for homeless animals....Well, I can go on and on about that. We'll leave it there for now.

    That's all the random tidbits I'm willing to share. I had to be careful that I wouldn't get myself in trouble with any governmental agencies, domestic or foreign.

    One Who Clings

    Originally posted on 12 March 2007

    Habakkuk: One who clings/embraces

    Sometimes we cling to God by the tips of our fingernails. Sometimes we have to cling so hard, we might lose some nails and it can get messy.

    On Saturday morning, our good friend Ted attended a men's fellowship group and the teacher spoke about trusting God, even during times of suffering. We've all heard that teaching before, I'm sure. We file it away in our mind, under the "trusting God in the tough times," teaching, and we go on with our lives. On our Sunday school class retreat, we had a teaching about Habakkuk, whose name means, one who clings/embraces.

    Early Sunday morning, the things that Ted recently learned were put to the test. He received a 2 A.M. phone call. His youngest daughter, Ashley, 22, about to graduate college, was killed in a car accident. She and her roommate got stuck in traffic behind an accident. A car traveling at full speed hit them from behind.

    We have a close-knit Sunday school class. The class was told the news on Sunday morning as we gathered. We heard that Ted was on his way to church. Some people were amazed at this. A few minutes later, Ted arrived, and as you might imagine, he was an emotional wreck. You might ask: Why did he come to church? He said that he needed to be with his family. We are not related to Ted, in case you were wondering. But we are his family.

    Ted stayed for Sunday school, and our class teacher cobbled together a teaching on suffering, death, resurrection, and hope, just for Ted. And it was for all of us too, because we grieve with him. After class, Ted went on to the prayer chapel, not to pray for himself, but because he is a Stephen Minister, and he volunteers to pray for/with people before and after the church service. Ted also attended the service and worshipped God right along with everyone else. On Sunday night, our class gathered together like we always do, for our monthly fellowship and Q and A session. Ted came. He brought his parents. We broke bread together, and talked about suffering and grief, and God's providence and faithfulness, in times of sorrow. And how heaven is our real home, and Ashley is now home. We prayed for Ted and his family.

    I guess the point of all this is that we just don't know what will happen next. We plan out our lives, and think we've got it figured out. Then everything changes with one phone call, one car accident. This is serious stuff, folks. Don't play at it. It's life and death. And you can't get through times like these by playing at religion, or half-hearted faith. I know. I've been down some tough roads myself, and only by God's grace am I still here, clinging to God.

    Ted is not perfect, and didn't live a perfect life before Christ took hold of him, but Ted now follows hard after God. He is standing firm in the midst of a terrible terrible tragedy. And you know what? He is strengthening our faith. He's an example to all of us.

    Ted learned, like we all did, that those who follow Christ will suffer, and that there's a price to pay for knowing Him, and it's not something you can name-and-claim away. Now Ted is living out what he has learned. But he knows and we know that the suffering is miniscule compared to the joy of knowing and following the one who paid the price for us.

    We love Ted, and we will go through this tough time together, and we will cling to God because we trust Him. We know that God has a perfect plan for us and in everything, He has a purpose. We know that someday, God will wipe away all tears and make all things new.

    Please pray for Ted.