The Short

Liz MillironLiz Milliron (Mary Sutton) has been making up stories, and creating her own endings for other people’s stories, for as long as she can remember. She’s worked for fifteen years in the corporate world, but finds making things up is far more satisfying than writing software manuals. A lifelong mystery fan, her short fiction has been published in online magazines Uppagus and Mysterical-e. She has also had stories included in Lucky Charms: 12 Crime Tales, Blood on the Bayou (the 2016 Bouchercon anthology) and Fish Out of Water, and Malice Domestic 12 – Mystery Most Historical.

As M.E. Sutton, she self-publishes the Hero’s Sword middle-grade fantasy series.

She is the president of the Pittsburgh chapter of Sisters in Crime. Find her on Facebook at https://facebook.com/AuthorMarySutton, or follow her on Twitter (@mary_sutton73).

The Long

I love books. I have for as long as I can remember. I love them so much, I studied English in college, earning Bachelor’s and a Master’s degrees. When my friends moaned about spending time in the library or reading books, I loved them. This is not to say I loved everything I read (I still regret that I will never get back the time I spent reading Moby Dick) but the library was my second home.

This stretches back earlier than college. I grew up in a pretty small town. I distinctly remember riding my bike to the local library on weekends to load up on books. When it snowed (as it pretty frequently did near Lake Erie), people drove me. I devoured books, probably reading the entire children’s section by the age of 12.

It was at that time in my life that my mother and aunt introduced me to Nancy Drew. Oh, I met Trixie Belden too, but something about Nancy really sang to me. Maybe because she was older and stylish and had friends – which I did not. I wasn’t stylish and I didn’t have a lot of friends (outside of books). Nancy-with her auburn hair, clothes, car, and boyfriend-was it. And she solved mysteries. Come on.

From there, the natural progression was Agatha Christie. Murder on the Orient Express was my introduction to Dame Agatha and I quickly read everything she’d ever penned that included Hercule Poirot or Jane Marple. It was pretty common to find me in the school cafeteria with a book. It was pretty common for me to be made fun of for it, but I didn’t care (much).

But I didn’t get the big whoa moment until I read Mary Higgins Clark’s Stillwatch. That book scared the pants off my 13-year old self. And when I put it down, I knew.

I wanted to do that. I wanted to write.

Of course I started with some really dreadful stuff. My best friend, a talented artist, and I wrote comics with ourselves cast as dogs (those loveable, snarky mutts) and our enemies as the ultra-snooty purebreds. Of course we always got the last laugh. Of course we were funnier in our own minds than in reality.

From there, I moved on to some pretty bad urban fantasy. Well, that’s what it’d be called today. Once again, I was the heroine: smart, funny, snarky, independent – and not bad looking, either. I’m so glad that stuff has been resigned to the dust piles of antiquity, because I’m pretty sure I’d cringe reading it now. But isn’t that how most writers start?

Shortly after I got married, I started a mystery, a traditional mystery featuring an amateur sleuth in small-down New York. Then…life happened. I had one kid, then another. We got a dog. I had a job. And on, and on.

And one day…the job went away. The kids were older. My husband said, “Why don’t you finish that novel?” So I did. Then question then was, “Now what?”

I joined Sisters in Crime. I learned what writing a mystery really meant. I learned just what was wrong with that first book and it went under my bed. I wrote a bunch of short stories. I discovered I like writing edgier stuff. I wrote another book. I queried agents. I heard “no.” A lot. I found my critique group. I wrote another book. I got better.

And then…I wrote a short story (“Three Rivers Voodoo”) that made it into the 2016 Bouchercon anthology Blood on the Bayou. I wrote another short story (“The Far End of Nowhere”) that was accepted into Fish Out of Water, the fourth anthology from the Guppy chapter of Sisters in Crime. I wrote a third short story (“Home Front Homicide”) that was accepted into Malice Domestic 12 – Mystery Most HistoricalI.

Something had happened. I had morphed into an honest-to-pete published author.

Here I am. I’m still working a day job as a technical writer. Still working on getting that first novel sold.

And I couldn’t be happier.