Friday, February 26, 2010

The Power Cords Are Taking Over


Hard to believe this was two weeks ago. The ground is still covered in snow but something along the lines of six inches rather than 32. I'm okay with that.

Two days ago was the first day since January that all three of my kids were in school all day for a regular school day, so most of my writing has been in my head, thinking, plotting, devising, rewriting. I think a lot was done, but it's so frustrating not to be able to see it on paper.

Today I'm heading out with my oldest daughter to a weekend of all-state choir. While she spends ten hours in rehearsals, I get to settle in with my laptop and try to put words to those snow-days virtual wrangling of this WIP. It's below freezing and winds are topping 60 miles per hour, so I'm hoping to find one of those big leather chairs next to a fire at Panera's, prop my feet up on the hearth, and drink some coffee, breath in the aroma of fresh bread, and write. A little slice of heaven.

Packing has gotten a bit weird though. When did packing involve so many electrical outlets? I had to charge the ipod, the Nook, the cell phone, the camera, the video camera, and the laptop. Trying to keep all those cords straight is driving me crazy, too.  Not just packing, but every day. I love the Nook but I hate having to think about whether or not my book is charged enough to keep me reading for a few hours (it almost always is... it lasts forever!).  I'm just thankful that so far, I don't have a toothbrush that needs charging too.

Happy Friday, and I'll be back next week, with hopefully great progress on the book!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Why Queries Are Horrible, Gut-Wrenching, Soul-Sucking... and Necessary

(This was originally posted on my crit group's Four Corner's Blog)

I went through the query process. Twice. Well, to be honest, really only once and a half. The first time was a hesitant, put-my-toes-in-the-water type of experience. I only queried a few agents, got a handful of requests which were subsequently turned down, and I quit to write a better book.

The second time I went full out. Every query I received a rejection on, I turned around and sent another. I decided I'd quit after I had a hundred rejections. I didn't.

It became like an addiction. I swore I'd stop. But I couldn't. Which isn't to say it felt good to do it, because rejection like that can suck the hope right out of you. Even when you wake up saying, "Today may be the day," it can come crashing around you into the dark "this is never going to happen to me" as fast as you can click open an email.

You can get wonderful comments from agents about the strength of your voice or the intriguing nature of your plot or the beautiful use of language or the appeal and depth of your character, and in the next breath they say, "But it's not for me."

Or you can get a form rejection with nothing more than a "Sorry."

They hurt just the same. Equally devastating.

People who have gone their entire lives on an emotional even keel can find themselves in a crazy, roller coaster, corkscrewing spiral of ups and downs, hopes and depression, determination and deflation. It can make a person physically ill.

And in the midst of it, no doubt every writer reads something which makes them think, "How in the world did this get published?"

Isn't there a better way to do this?

And yet... and yet I think in some ways the query process is the first and necessary step to prepare you for what lies beyond the agent.

Getting the agent is not the end of the line. It's not rainbows and puppy dogs after you get an agent. There is more rejections and harsh words possible in searching for an editor, and in that editor taking your book to a committee at their publisher, And then there's the public. Reviews. Bloggers. Readers who read, who may not love your baby of a project.

The tough skin, however thinly developed in the query process, is the first layer of a thicker skin you'll need down the line, for when you submit to editors and publishing committees and to reviewers and the public, for when you sit in a bookstore ready to sign books no one wants to buy, for when you face the blank computer screen to start a new book with a new journey ahead that is just as terrifying and breathtaking as the first.

It never ends.

There is always a new chance for rejection.

Queries are horrid, no doubt. But they teach life lessons.

It's American Idol time on TV here in the U.S., and every year starts with the audition process. As three or four judges, most of them qualified on some level in the music business, sit at a table, singer after singer enters the room, just them and the judges, to show their talent. These judges are not the ones who will produce the albums; they are the gate-keepers. These star-hopefuls get one shot - a measley little minute or two to sing one song - maybe not even a whole song - to impress them.

It's a query process.

And during the process there is always a group of people who are told they shouldn't quit their day jobs, or that they just don't have what it takes, or that they chose the wrong song, or that they're good, just not good enough. Sometimes they don't have the right look. Sometimes they don't command attention. Sometimes they just don't have "it." And "it" is something even the judges can't define; they just know it when they see it.

And in those people there are some who rant at the judges, swearing and cursing and making bold prophesies about how they will be someone some day and the judges don't know anything. Seriously, some of these folks go off the deep end with their crying and raging and hysteria.

And I think – every single time – those judges just saved that person from inevitable suicide because if they can't take decent but honest criticism in the quiet of a private room, how in the world are they going to face the Paris Hiltons and TMZs of modern day media? How are they going to deal with the trolls on Amazon who will trash their precious CDs or the booing crowds?

It's brutal out there, dear readers. But it's easier to cope when you've learned along the way that not everyone is going to love your book. That life is not always fair. That sometimes just because your book is fantastic doesn't mean it's going to connect with everyone. That every time you go into a bookstore you reject thousands of books, not because they aren't good stories but because there isn't enough of you to go around; because some just aren't your style or interest; because you love it, but you love the one next to it just a little more.

The query system may not be the perfect way to get a book onto a bookshelf, but it's the way we've got.

If you are on that part of the journey right now, remember this: if it kills your will to write, perhaps you weren't meant for this business after all, and you've saved yourself much pain. And if it doesn't, then let it teach you the sweet and sour of lessons that can only come from experience. Let it add to your thickening skin. Let it spur on your determination. Let it teach you not to take everything in the business personally.

And don't forget, each day, that this day could be the one.

Monday, February 22, 2010

AND THE WINNER IS...

What a fun contest!  It sure cheered up my days, which were mostly overcast and cold!

I considered putting the drawing on video, but that would have involved sneaking my husband's computer again (because my computer is WAY older than built in digital cameras!), and I already had to sneak his Austrian hat (der manhut), and then I passed a mirror and realized it's been three months since my last hair cut, so I opted for the much less fun, less public, and less humiliating pulling the name out of the hat in private.

I did have my son actually pull the piece of paper out so it would be completely unbiased. It seemed anti-climactic since it took so long to put all of your names on those little pieces of paper.

But without further ado....


the winner of my debut book Some Kind of Normal and a handful of bookmarks is....


Corey Schwartz of Thing 1 and Thing 2!!!!

Yay!!!

The rest of you... thanks sooooo much for playing along with me!!  It meant so much to me that participated!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Contest and Book Giveaway Friday: Good things

It's Friday. How did that happen?

The kids are finally in school today, although only half day. The roads are finally passable, even my road, which is notoriously icy in the winter.

I missed the contest posting yesterday, which means this is the last chance to enter to win a free copy of my debut book, Some Kind of Normal. I'll end the contest and draw a name sometime on Sunday. The time is random, so best get those entries in sooner rather than later. :)  You can still go back and enter anything you missed earlier if you want to up your chances.

As for today, it's Good Thing Friday. Here are a few of my favorite good things this week:

1. This guy.

 

Snow plow. Massive truck. Enough said.

2. Books that swallow you whole. You know the kind... the ones where you can't hardly even come up for air because you Must. Finish. It.  This was my guilty pleasure:


 
 
All four of them. I'm not going to get into the quality of writing debate that rages about these books. I'm not commenting on how many times Bella and Edward gaze into each others' eyes and how often Edward's cold, icy skin needed to be described. 
 
I am going to say I could not put the books down. And my family is thankful there were only four of them. And I was thankful I hadn't started them until they were all published. I liked downing them in one big gulp instead of having to read them doled out in smaller chunks.
 
3. People who appreciate grammar. Sigh. I love me some semi-colons. Oh yes I do. 
 
4.  Blogs. There are so many good ones out there. I could spend all day reading y'all and never have time to write myself. Sigh. It's so hard. Why must you all be so interesting??

If you want to enter one more time before the contest closes, tell us your favorite blog post you read this week. It's hard, I know. Okay, it doesn't even have to be you favorite. Just one good one. You don't have to leave a link either (I haven't figured out how to do that in the comment section yet without going through the process of tinyurl-ing it, so I don't require that of you!). But just tell me about it. And maybe who wrote it so I can go check it out.

:)  It's Friday, y'all!! Have a great weekend, and I'll see you back on Monday for the winner!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Contest/Give Away Day 3: Some Kind of Awesome!

Some Kind of Awesome was my favorite description of my debut book, Some Kind of Normal. It was so titled by fellow blogger and reviewer, Jessie Oliveros. Kristi, another fellow blogger and reviewer, told me she thought it would make me Some Kind of Profit.

Which led me to realizing how easy it is to turn my title into just about anything relevant to my life!

So here's the extra point possibilities for the book give away contest for today:

Turn my title into something fun and related to your life. You can add up to five for a total of five points.

BONUS: Five extra points if you can turn my title, like Jessie and Kristi did,  into something great about my book. You don't even have to have read it!

I'll start us off:

That was Some Kind of Snowstorm!!  The kids had Some Kind of Snowday off of it. I think I may be going Some Kind of Crazy!

Have at it, and have fun!

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Contest/Give Away Day 2: The Olympics

I love the Olympics. Especially the winter Olympics. My family is ... tolerant.... of my addiction. It's just two weeks, my husband tells my kids. There are other TVs in the house, I tell them all. Yes - I have confiscated the best TV - the big one near the fire and the comfy couches. I cheer. I sometimes yell. I wear red white and blue and cry at the stories they tell of the athletes. I sometimes cry at the commercials.

I love the Olympics. Maybe part of it is the memories from childhood of sitting with my dad all winter watching Wide World of Sports, fascinated with the ski jumper who fell off the ski ramp every single week on the opening scene, a tribute to the Agony of Defeat –



and the slalom skiers who raced on trails with the sounds of their skis cutting through the ice faster than I'd ever gone in a car.


Back in the days when skiing was on TV, even when it wasn't the Olympics. Before snowboarding and moguls and short track skating. Yes, I'm that old.

Now, the only time I get to see those great winter sports is during the Olympics. Once every four years. You bet I'm taking over the TV for two weeks.

More than the sports, though, the Olympics is full of stories. Full of athletes with huge dreams and high hopes. People that have pushed their bodies farther and harder than I will ever even come close to.

And it's really hard to not make writing comparisons.

1. Olympians and writers both start with a dream that seems often impossible.



2. Olympians and writers both face heartache.


3. It takes dedication and determination, especially when the road is hard.

 

4. Sometimes you feel on top of the world, like everything is falling into place exactly where it should be.


5. Sometimes you feel like you're barely hanging on.

 

6. Sometimes you have to take risks. The bigger the risk, the bigger the fall... or maybe the bigger the success.
 

I bet you think the second part of the contest today is making comparisons, but it's not.

The fact is, I always wanted to be in the Olympics. Not in that, Oh I love this sport and I think I'll work my butt off kind of way, but in the sitting on the couch watching thinking, that would be so cool kind of way.

And way back when, I wanted to luge.  You know - the thing where you fling yourself down a tube of ice on a tiny sled and hope to go as fast as possible and arrive at the bottom alive:

 

Even before the accident this past week, though, I'd decided maybe that wasn't in the best interest of living. You know - not that I had any hope of ever doing it, but in my head I dreamed.
But now I've found another dream to dream.

Snowboarding Cross.  Like a mix between skateboarding, skiing, and Mario Cart Wii. Only faster. And higher.


Like skiing and flying combined. They make it look so easy, this gliding and soaring thing they do.

So for another point in the book giveaway, or just for fun, what would you do if you got to go to the Olympics?