October 13, 2014 § 5 Comments
I Know. It’s Way Past Labor Day
October 13, 2014
I’m back. Not because I finally submitted my manuscript to the agent who requested it at RWA14. No. Because after a month and a half of condensing and cutting, my beloved manuscript is still way over the ideal word count. One of my Hot Tub Readers strongly suggested I take a break from it.
So I’m taking a break from it.
Anxiety is still skating across my chest, my stomach alternates between roiling with nausea and growling with hunger, and I want to cry about every two hours, but I’m working through it.
I have decided, for the first time, to participate in NaNoWriMo, also known as National Novel Writing Month. The founder of NaNoWriMo, Chris Baty, was the guest speaker at the LERA (Land of Enchantment Romance Authors) meeting on Saturday.
He is a great speaker. Funny, entertaining, and inspiring. I am inspired to give this NaNoWriMo thing a go. After the past few years of completely devoting myself to a project that has become my love and my obsession, only to hit a brick wall, it will be good for me to try something completely different.
At 1,667 words a day.
Like I said, it will be good for me. Right?
(Hee, hee. Couldn’t resist. I have to crack myself up somehow. Or else I’ll just crack up, period.)
August 18, 2014 § 6 Comments
August 18, 2014
That agent rejected my submission.
This year I pitched to another agent at RWA and he likes my premise but does not like the fact that it is split into two—like, “everything was great until you said it was split into two”—and he wants to see a definite ending.
I agree. My love my original ending. My original ending is the reason I wrote the book.
So now I’m back to my original version, the one that is not split in two, and that means I have to cut a hell of a lot of words.
Panic attack has happened, is happening, and will continue to happen.
I’m getting through it with a little advice from my friends and other sources.
Stephen King, from On Writing, advice from his newspaper editor:
“When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.”
These words are keeping my head on straight and guiding me through the darkness.
Ryan Winfield, author of Jane’s Melody, when I told him my woes:
“Don’t cut just to cut, but getting the word count down will hopefully make it crisper and make for better writing.”
So far, so good. I’ve cut 600 words from the first three scenes and they read much better. Only thing is, 600 doesn’t sound like very many words right now. I will not despair.
Louise Bergin, fellow LERA member and author of historical romance:
“Cut, but keep what you’ve cut off to the side and use it later as extras for promotion.”
Great idea. I’ve seen other authors do this, like Cora Carmack at the end of her book Finding It. I’ll probably end up with a year’s worth of blog posts of deleted scenes and original versions.
Dia of the invaluable Hot Tub Readers:
“Whatever you do, don’t cut any of the sex scenes.”
August 4, 2014 § Leave a comment
“I think we should start praying.”
Boy, is that something you don’t want to wake up to.
My eyes flew open. I’d only closed them for a second. I looked around for a burning church or a jack-knifed 18-wheeler.
“What’s going on?” I said.
“My gas light just came on,” Martha said. “And we’re twenty miles outside of Big Spring.”
Twenty miles from a gas station, in other words. I knew we should have gassed up in Lamesa when the tank was still a quarter full. But oh, no. Martha said we were all right to make it to Big Spring, because she’s driven on fumes before and it was just fine. This from the woman who gets her oil changed every three months on the dot and whose trunk was crammed full with a real full-sized spare tire instead of a donut and who carefully planned this route to San Antonio through every small town in the state to eliminate a Texas Chainsaw Massacre scenario.
I’m all for a little adventure a la Thelma & Louise but two grown-ass women running out of gas on the way to San Antonio and the Romance Writers of America conference was not how I wanted to play this out.
It got real quiet in that car. Martha was praying and I was reciting Louise Hay’s “all is well the universe is taking care of me” mantra like I had a broken record inside my head.
When we headed over that bridge into Big Spring, flying past the reduced speed limit sign, Martha was like “F**k that. I ain’t stopping and I ain’t slowing down. Come on, Chevron station. Come to Mama!”
The Chevron sign came into view and we were like “hallelujah.” Literally. Like for real. “Hallelujah, baby” as we rolled up to the open gas pump.
I’m sure people were wondering why we tumbled out of the car, laughing hysterically.
Martha said, “No more of that. From now on, we are never going below a quarter tank again.”
“Yeah, I think the risk-taking portion of this trip is over,” I said. After all, I had a book to pitch.
July 28, 2014 § Leave a comment
Read, Write, and Bliss
July 28, 2014
I’m back from the Romance Writers of America conference and what a fabulous time I had. A lot of great things happened at RWA14, not the least of which is . . .
I got my picture taken with Sylvia Day!!!
Did I fangirl all over the place? Yes. Did I gush about how I’ve read her Crossfire series multiple times? Yes. Did my iPhone take forever to finally flash so that you could actually see the picture? Of course.
Throughout it all, Sylvia Day was gracious, down-to-earth, and just an all-around class act.