Writing Mysterious Ways
When I first started writing Mysterious Ways, Sam Adams book three, I was ready to have some fun again. Writing the previous book, Rising Shadows, had often proved a struggle, and I couldn’t wait to write a novel that had some scenes I’d been looking forward to since the beginning of the series, one that was a little more standalone, a little more detached from the story the previous two books had been telling, and was my loving salute to the spy genre. (Observant readers may notice “blink and you’ll miss it” homages to Alias and The World Is Not Enough”).
I started working on Mysterious Ways in the spring of 2023, though it was the fall before I began devoting serious time to it. I made slow but steady progress, and by May of the following year I had knocked out the majority of the book.
Then writer’s block came crashing into me like the swinging paint can colliding with Joe Pesci’s face in Home Alone.
Some authors claim that writer’s block doesn’t actually exist, but I’ve never believed this, and if I’d ever been tempted to change my mind, the gloomy months that followed made sure I wouldn’t. To put things in perspective, I write about a thousand words a day on an ordinary day. After my writer’s block hit, I wrote four thousand words in six months. There was simply nothing in the tank. Even small tweaks became a struggle, and there were times I dreaded even opening the document.
From a narrative perspective, the perfect ending to this tale of woe would be that inspiration struck, the ghost of J.R.R. Tolkien coming to me in a dream or something, and I roared back to life, smashing out the remainder of the story in a triumphant blur. Unfortunately, the truth wasn’t that dramatic: around November 2024, I began finding the writing coming easier again as I spotted the things that needed to be fixed. By the holiday season, I was on a hot streak. By the spring, I was finally ready to send it to my editor, Sarah Chorn (who had kindly offered some encouraging words when I opened a vein to her about all this), and the book finally dropped in December.
I offered to do a guest post for the lovely people at Bazoo Books some time ago, and I soon realized my ill-starred third novel was what I wanted to talk about. Since the writing of Mysterious Ways became such a dark period of my professional life, I found I wanted to do
something to celebrate, to look back on it all and remind myself of why I liked the story so much to begin with, and to show my readers how it all came together. After all, Mysterious Ways holds something of a special place in my heart, simply because it’s been on my mind for so long. The basic premise, that a magic-hating death cult would invade the town and our teenage wizard hero would have to save the day, was one of the very first ideas I came up with, back before the series had a name, or I’d even decided to write it. Of course, I soon realized an article about the writing of a book does not make for particularly interesting reading, unless you want to hear a graphic account of me glaring at a blank screen and muttering. So instead, I decided to confine my “making of” post to the origins of Elise, the girl who threatened to steal the whole show.
First introduced in book one, she comes crashing back into Sam’s life in Mysterious Ways with a stolen suitcase nuke in tow, turning Sam’s life upside down once again. A ferocious vampire assassin and Sam’s ostensible ally, Elise’s journey to literary bloodsucking was rather circuitous. Elise got her start in a completely different story, one that I never took seriously and probably wasn’t even very good. It did pop into my head from time to time, though, and one of the main characters bore a distinct resemblance to a certain fangy blonde we know and love.
Of course, she wasn’t really Elise yet; indeed, she was pretty much just Katherine Pierce from The Vampire Diaries, but she was a fierce vampire girl who caused all sorts of trouble, and she captured my imagination.
And when, some time later, I began writing the first Sam Adams book, Credible Threats, I suppose that’s why proto-Elise wandered out of that story that wasn’t, made her way through the murky swamps of my imagination, and deposited herself squarely into the middle of the Sam Adams series with throat-chomping aplomb. Of course, her story still wasn’t quite the same, and this is the part where I have to make a confession: Sam and Elise were going to fall in love.
Well, maybe “confession” is the wrong word. It makes it sound as though I were doing something shameful, and I wouldn’t want the romance writers I know to get the impression I think that would have been something to look down on. It’s just that in hindsight, it seems very strange, knowing the direction the story ultimately went.
I abandoned this early on, after becoming more intrigued by Sam’s relationship with Alexandra Tyler, previously only a minor character. In truth, it wasn’t something I’d ever thought much about anyway: the older version of Elise was the main character’s love interest in that book I didn’t write, so I had taken it for granted that she would be in the Sam Adams books as well. That’s why romantically-inclined fans might notice Mysterious Ways includes the “only one bed” trope that finds its way onto so many mood boards these days, when Sam and Elise take refuge in a cabin after a brutal battle. I couldn’t simply cut the scene; it was too integral to the plot. This was where we learn Elise’s dark and bloody backstory, after Sam wakes her from a nightmare, a scene that was originally intended to read as romantic. So, I had to make a few creative tweaks: originally, they were going to be awkwardly snuggled in the bed, but in the finished product, Sam exiles her to the floor, the only thing he can think of to get back at her for ensnaring him in her schemes. I also threw in a line meant to douse any suspicions of a romance between her and Sam, when Elise explicitly declares she’s too old for him, having lived for centuries.
You’ll see Elise again, a little further down the road, and it’s no spoiler to say she’ll be bringing mayhem in her wake. I can’t wait for all of my readers to see what happens when she does.
So, here I am, with Mysterious Ways unleashed at last, ready and waiting for my readers to get their paws on it. I can’t deny I’m still a little gun shy about writing: after being dogged by writer’s block for so long, it’s hard to shake the fear that it might ensnare me once again.
But ultimately, I have to ignore those fears, because Sam Adams book four, Death Follows, is next on the assembly line, and it won’t write itself, to say nothing of a brand-new series I want to dive into.
So, it’s back to ye olde keyboard, and back to work once again.












