As I rummaged through some old writing, I came upon one of my old published essays in the premiere issue of Healthy Family magazine from 2004. No digital copy exists, and even my Word document is too old to display correctly, but I have this photograph of the essay, which appeared on the last page (you can click to enlarge). 

​Along with it I found several other stories, some unfinished (for good reason), and others that may be worth saving or recycling. It's strange how rediscovering these treasures can get the wheels turning again (or send me into a time-sucking vortex of distraction and delay). 

I'm thankful to my then agent, Stacey Glick of Dystel, Goderich & Bourret, who connected me with Editor and journalist Christie Matheson for this wonderful feature. A little blast from the past. 

It was a nice surprise to see this wonderful review from fellow Encircle author Shelley Burbank. Shelley is a prolific writer--i.e. journalist, blogger, reviewer, short story author, who can now add novelist to her repertoire. She writes her own brand of women's fiction and chic lit mysteries, and her debut novel, FINAL DRAFT: AN OLIVIA LIVELY MYSTERY, is due out in March 2023 from Encircle Publications.

In the meantime, you can visit her website to read her growing collection of book reviews, flash fiction, and other literary features. Shelley is a gifted writer and a true advocate for her fellow authors, and it's an honor to receive such a nice review from her. Thank you, Shelley!

​https://shelleyburbank.com/book-review-in-the-vanishing-hour-by-sarah-beth-martin/

Women Writers, Women's Books has always been one of my favorite sources for writing inspiration. I'm honored and excited to share my writing journey on their wonderful blog (click the image to read). 

This little surprise showed up just in time for the release of my second novel: my first novel.

The One True Ocean was originally published in 2003, but it fell out of print a few years back. I recently was given the opportunity to bring the book back to life and share it with a new generation of readers. 

Thank you to Encircle Publications for giving the book a new home and life--and an awesome new cover and interior design. ​The novel is available in eBook and paperback via my books page. 

I tell ghost stories, but not the usual kind.

Ghosts of Norumbega was the original title for my second novel, In the Vanishing Hour, before I decided it could mislead readers to the wrong genre. But in the end, the novel really is about ghosts—not just the ghosts of those who are lost, but of the places changed by them.  

Writers often have favorite settings that inspire the backdrops of their stories, and sometimes these settings are so potent they become characters. Setting and atmosphere have always been major players in my novels, and some locations even act as catalyst. Sometimes it’s simply nature taking over, from the outgoing tide in The One True Ocean to the river current of In the Vanishing Hour. Other times, a setting is manmade—a landmark or building infused with atmosphere that stirs up romance, nostalgia, or dark memories. A locale may not be the best channel for plot, but it can play a role. Whether a relic of the past or a new point on a current journey, place can motivate and change a character. And isn’t that what story is all about?

In the Vanishing Hour began with my fascination with a former amusement park site in Newton, Massachusetts—and the nineteenth century stone tower that shared its name. Norumbega tower was two miles from my childhood home, so my siblings and I would bicycle there and climb the spiral stairs to the lookout at the top. Across and just down the river, a large hotel stood on the opposite bank, but I never thought to wonder what once stood in its place.
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Thirty years later, I learned it was Norumbega Park. Built around the turn of the twentieth century, it was one of the most glorious attractions on the east coast. It featured amusement rides, restaurants, penny arcades, and an outdoor theater that later became an elegant ballroom. The park eventually declined and closed in 1964, and the Marriot hotel was built on the former site. The more I learned about the park, the more fascinated I became with its history. It amazed me that such a landmark had existed so close to home, and I wondered how it was possible that for all those years, I saw only that hotel across the water. After I learned about the park, all I could see were ghosts.
 
I have always been drawn to old places and to the remnants of former lives. My childhood home was 250 years old, so the house had its buried treasures. A typical Saturday included a family dig in the backyard beneath the trees at the edge of the lawn. We unearthed antique medicine bottles and horseshoes while we listened to our parents’ stories of our ancestors who once lived in the house. My father’s love for excavation continued beyond the yard, as we explored stone walls in the woods or a crumbling foundation behind a nearby gas station. He was a lover of history, genealogy, and maps, and always had a story. In nearby Waltham, he showed us concrete pilings in the river, which were the eerie remains of a dance hall that burned to the ground years before. This tale led to another one about another dance hall a few miles away—the famous Totem Pole ballroom at Norumbega Park.
 
The discovery of the park opened a treasure chest of inspiration for me. I was determined to include the place in a story, but I didn’t have one yet. Even with the pieces I had accumulated in my mind, I hesitated to write because I feared getting things wrong. I knew there were others out there who knew more about Norumbega than I did—those who had visited the amusements as children or danced at the ballroom as adults. But there would always be those who knew more, I reminded myself, and I needed to make it my own.
 
I wrote the book as I did The One True Ocean, which had a Maine setting loosely based on actual locations. I would create my fictional world from what I learned about the park and infuse it with my experience of growing up in the area. Norumbega Park became Riverside Park, named after the Green Line station, and the towns of Newton and Waltham became Norumbega. A familiar street took on a movie theater name, and a peninsula paid homage to a neighborhood. I played with the geography and architecture, placing my tower on an island, molding my supper club from bits and pieces of dance halls. I added a sprinkle of imagination, and voila—the pieces had turned into a map of places and stories, and my invented town was now real.
 
There will always be readers who call things out—the places writers get wrong, the dates, the omissions. They will tell you a store didn’t have a runway for fashion shows, that a ballroom didn’t serve alcohol, that the Ferris wheel came down in the 40s, not the 50s. And they would be correct. I suppose this is one of the reasons I write fiction, but even with fiction, balancing the “inspired by” with real-life history can be tricky. Locations have stories, hidden or not. Even a park bench has its ghosts.

I can repurpose locations and events all I want, but the real-life settings will echo beneath it all. These places live in my head and heart. I can still feel the limestone columns of the department store and the cold, rough stone of the tower. And there’s the Charles, a part of my childhood playground that will always be nostalgic to me. We fed ducks along the shores and took canoes through shallow turns under bridges. But as a child, I never gave thought to the river’s history—how it came to be, or how its landmarks were born. I didn’t consider events that took place on it, or the people lost to it. And I never thought about the river ghosts—until my father told me a story.
 
When he was a young adult, he took his canoe on the river one night, and found a body. At the time he told me, the story was more awesome than disturbing, so bone-chillingly fantastic, that I didn’t think to ask how he felt about it. Years later, I realize how it must have affected him. We often hear stories about a body discovered and the police angle that follows, but we rarely hear about the anonymous person who discovered it and how it may have affected their entire life.
 
And so began my novel, or at least the opening scene. It acts as a prologue and features a minor character who does not reappear until late in the book. But he embodies a major theme of the story: the things we carry that no one else sees. The river is his ghost.
 
I am haunted by places that echo with memories. My job, as a writer, is to excavate these settings and discover stories within. My dream is to bring ghosts back to life. ​

I'm giving away five signed paperback copies of my novel, IN THE VANISHING HOUR, just ahead of its October release from Encircle Publications. If you're on Goodreads, enter today to be one of the first to receive my book!

Please visit the giveaway page here. Winners will be notified by end of day October 11, 2022, and winning copies will be mailed the following day via Priority mail. 

Thank you so much for reading, and good luck!​

Another editorial review is in for In the Vanishing Hour, this time from Midwest Book Review! Thank you, Diane Donovan, for the lovely review: 


In the Vanishing Hour opens in 1951, where a child's drowning changes both a family and a small town shaken by the tragedy.
 
Eight years later, sister Frances is still buffeted by this event when model Gwen, whom she seeks to emulate, also vanishes into that same river and is presumed dead.
 
The investigation that follows rocks the town as Frances involves herself in the case to find answers not just to Gwen's disappearance, but her own brother's fate.
 
Sarah Beth Martin's evocative descriptions are compelling accents building the atmosphere and sense of place surrounding the mystery: "As late summer turned to a sudden, brittle autumn, a ghostly cloud moved in over the town, and all were haunted by Mac Adams."
 
As Frances, suspect Harris (who has also been enchanted by Gwen), and other lives on various sides coalesce, readers receive an involving story that highlights its mystery with the sense of place, purpose, and people to bring the community and its residents to life.
 
As Frances pursues a truth which is unearthed decades later and draws connections between her dead brother, Gwen, and Harris, unexpected twists and turns keep her heart and mind challenged, as well as the reader's ability to predict where the story will wind up.
 
These elements make for an especially compelling read that proves hard to put down, emotionally turbulent on many levels, and filled with revelations that come together in a dark story of unexpected connections.
 
Libraries looking for literary suspense stories that take the time to probe psyches and underlying motives and experiences will find In the Vanishing Hour an excellent example of a genre read that rises above formula approaches to represent a powerfully chilling saga of redemption and healing.
 
Are there ghosts in the darkness? If so, what is their purpose?
 
Readers who appreciate thought-provoking scenarios and encounters will relish the ability of In the Vanishing Hour to immerse its readers not just in a deadly mystery, but in altered states of consciousness and realization.