No Longer Shooting Blanks

September 14, 2009 at 10:02 am (Random Thoughts, Virtual Gems, Writing)

 

When I was doing my agent vetting for Query Day, a singular thought kept popping into my head. It was the sex-education talk given to three brothers who were friends of my brother’s when I was growing up. It went a little something like this:

“Just remember, you’re no longer shooting blanks.”

test1It took me a little while to figure out why sex education was vying with my agent list in my head, but I did. I realized that querying an agent was like asking somebody out—you have to be prepared that they say yes and are willing to accept all consequences of said date. I think sometimes us debut authors get a little carried away when querying and tend to get a little sloppy with our requirements. This leads to what I think of as The Shotgun Approach—if you blast a list with a multitude of queries, you’re bound to hit at least one.

test2But we shouldn’t be doing it this way. There’s an amazing agency that handles a lot of romance, an agency  I’d be so very lucky to get, but there’s a little voice in the back of my head saying Not for you. So I’m not querying them. Because if something in me is saying no and I query them anyway, I could end up with them. They certainly don’t deserve a lukewarm client and I certainly shouldn’t shoot myself in the foot that way. (Sorry about all of the shooting metaphors. I did warn you I’m from Montana.)

But, there is a good lesson to be had from the live ammunition side of life, and it’s this: Put it into your writing.

Who of us wants to write with a lot of flash and bang, but no substance, no teeth? I want to write stories that mean something, that dig deeper and really carry a message, and I can’t do that if I’m shooting blanks. I want the spark and the heat, but I also want the emotional slug to the gut, so I need to make sure I’m loaded for Great Writing before I sit down at the keyboard. And then I can fire away.

 Bang.

 

* Follow up to the three brothers and the effect the sex-ed talk had on them—none are married and none have kids. Guess the talk worked.

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Tuesdsay Ten: The Soundtrack Edition

September 8, 2009 at 9:43 am (Events, Tuesday Ten)

 

It’s Tuesday. It’s Query Day. It is a beautiful and wonderful day.

Why is it a beautiful and wonderful day, you ask? You’re aware my yearly clock resets the day after Labor Day, infusing me with possibility and goals and creativity up to wazoo, but it’s also Query Day. This is the day I’m sending my newest baby out into the world, and I couldn’t be prouder.

I don’t know the exact moment BROKEN came to me, all I know is when the Girls decided to send it up, they spared nothing. They took over my iPod, worked their voodoo on it, and managed to send me the exact songs I needed to make this dark world come alive. I mean it was freaky how perfectly the songs I heard matched the book.

I loved writing this book. No, let me rephrase—I lo-oo-oo-oved writing this book! I loved doing my most recent read-through. I love closing my eyes and seeing it play like a movie. And I love the music.

So, in honor of Query Day and this beautiful and wonderful day, my Tuesday Ten is the soundtrack to BROKEN. (Though to be fair, there are 15 songs to it. I figured you, my beautiful and wonderful blog readers, wouldn’t mind if I played with the numbers a bit.) And, to give you the fullest sense of my wonderful book (I’m its mother—I can say it’s wonderful), here is my hook:

In Victorian London, Lady and King, a prostitute and a street fighter, are soulmates in their own separate hells. Both owned by a ruthless businessman, they need to decide if a chance at love is worth life and death.

Now, the soundtrack depends on some minor understanding of Michael Hauge’s Identity vs. Essence. For those of you unfamiliar with this concept, a quick description can be found here.

All good? And so, without further gilding the lily, and with no more ado, the Tuesday Ten BROKEN Soundtrack:

  • Act 1—King’s Identity: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day (American Idiot)
  • Act 1—Lady’s Identity: Sex (I’m A…) by Berlin (Pleasure Victim)
  • Act 1—Their Song: I Fall to Pieces by Aaron Neville and Trisha Yearwood (Rhythm, Country and Blues)
  • Act 1—Turning Point: Try a Little Tenderness by The Commitments (The Commitments Soundtrack)
  • Act 2—Theme: Let Me Fall by Cirque Du Soleil (Quidam)
  • Act 2—King’s Essence: Why Can’t I Fall in Love by Ivan Neville (Pump Up The Volume Soundtrack)
  • Act 2—Lady’s Essence: Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths (Pretty in Pink Soundtrack)
  • Act 2—Turning Point: Come What May by Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman (Moulin Rouge Soundtrack)
  • Act 3—Theme: Tango de Roxanne by Ewan McGregor (Moulin Rouge Soundtrack)
  • Act 3—King’s Song: In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel (Say Anything Soundtrack)
  • Act 3—Lady’s Song: I’ll Stand By You by The Pretenders (Last of the Independents)
  • Act 3—Their Song: Born To Run by Bruce Springsteen (Born to Run)
  • BBM—King’s Song: Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi (Crossroad)
  • BBM—Lady’s Song: Broken by Lindsey Haun (Broken Bridges Soundtrack)
  • Final Act—Their Song: I’d Die For You by Bon Jovi (Slippery When Wet)

I wish this kind of synergy and musical reaction could have happened on the book I’m starting now, but it came to me with just one picture and one song, so I can’t complain. In fact, I’m as giddy to start this one (FALLING AGAIN) as I am sending BROKEN out today. Life is truly, truly good.

And to add to all of that chocolate-covered goodness, check out my newly revamped webpage. I am just slinging my-baby-is-so-pretty-proudness all over the place!

Can you tell I’m a little bit excited? After having to miss Nationals and my yearly dose of writing juju this year, I may be overcompensating just a smidge. However, I am not apologizing. Writing should be this fun. Sending queries out should be exciting. Coming up with a perfect line in your synopsis should be worthy of many squees. We should all be celebrating our writing, every day.

Thanks for cheering with me.

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You Put Your Right Nostril In

September 4, 2009 at 2:54 pm (Random Thoughts, Virtual Gems)

 

Okay, it’s Friday of Labor Day weekend, and my brain is quite mushy after spending the week preparing for Query Day this next Tuesday. However, as to not slack off, I still wanted to continue posting with my overall theme of writing, so I was in a quandary. Light and breezy, or a Serious Writing Topic? Lucky for me, a natural, tie-breaking topic presented itself.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Dominant Nostril Breathing.

Once upon a time (or forty-eight hours ago, take your pick), I saw on teaser on Yahoo about getting better sleep through breathing. Being one of the millions of us who has trouble sleeping on occasion, I clicked on the link. The story was one of those that made you want to laugh, try it, then call your best friend. At its core was this:

 An ancient yoga practice postulates that each nostril shares characteristics with brain hemisphere dominance. So if the left nostril is less obstructed, the right side of the brain—creativity—is more dominant. Similarly, if the right nostril is less obstructed, your logical side will shine through.

What does this have to do with sleeping? It turns out that when we breathe through our right nostril, we are energized, and when we breathe through our left we relax. So I guess if I’m having trouble sleeping, I reach up, pinch my nose shut on my right side, and drift off to blissful (and theoretically more artistic) sleep.

I further learned that your nostrils switch dominance every 2 or 3 hours, and you can tell which one is dominant by blocking off each and seeing which one is easier to breathe through. (I’m having a really hard time not breaking into giggles as I write this.) I tried this, and surprise—I could breathe easier through my left nostril, further sealing my self-appointed title of Queen of the Creative Universe. Or at least for those 2 or 3 hours.

So, if you happen to be sleepy, writing, or incredibly bored this holiday weekend, give Dominant Nostril Breathing a try. You may be surprised at the results.

Just make sure you list me in the acknowledgements of your next best seller.

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Slutty *bleeping* fish

August 25, 2009 at 11:09 am (Random Thoughts, Virtual Gems, Writing)

 

I was driving into work this morning, the iPod set on shuffle, when a song by one of my favorite bands came on. They also do a podcast every now and then, and I wondered if they had a recent one available. But there’s only one problem.

They *bleeping* bleep themselves.

Now, I’m pretty sure there are no FCC regulations prohibiting rated R language, because there’s another podcast I listen to that can get pretty raw, so I figure it must be by choice. So why did they choose to do it?

Maybe it’s just me, but I find the bleeping more offensive than the language used, and it got me thinking not about the band, but about the listeners and how they felt about the bleeping. I mean, this is a band that, by their own description, “had their apprenticeships in the pubs of Atlantic Canada” so it’s no surprise that they drop f-bombs here and there. Given that knowledge about them (in addition to the fact they perform such songs as “The Old Black Rum” and “Jakey’s Gin”), I expect these partying musicians to be quite free with their speech while talking amongst themselves, even if they know they’re being recorded. But as I said, maybe that’s just me.

My question is, if there were a person who was offended by certain language, be it strong or promiscuous, and wanted it bleeped out, would that person be the type to listen to a band who sings about drinking, girls, slutty fish, and, yes, even wanting to be Consequence Free? This question is a similar one I’ve discussed with some writer friends—if, as a writer, you’ve crafted your story with some raw or edgy or violent or erotic elements, should you hold back anything in trying to gain a wider audience, or do you lose something of your voice keeping things on the cleaner side? And, if you do hold back, even a little bit, do you risk more by losing those who are your true and deep fans, those who want to see you swing for the fences, than by possibly gaining fans who aren’t so passionate?

I think you can tell which way I lean on this, but I know that I often have thoughts that really aren’t mainstream. (Sorry to those of you who just fainted at that admission. I really should have warned you.) I also realize we’re dealing with the really sticky issue of censorship, be it self-imposed or institutionally sanctioned, so I don’t know that there’s really a neat way to tie this up. (Speaking of erotic…) Maybe we’ll leave it at this—to thine own self be true. Or, as my friend Brian used to say, “Whatever floats your boat.”

 Toot, toot.

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Rain, Rain, Don’t Go Away

August 22, 2009 at 9:30 am (Random Thoughts, Writing)

After some hyped-but-small thunderstorms last night, it’s partially cloudy today. And where many of you will want to throw something at me for saying this, the clouds are a good thing. Down here in the southwest, clouds are hard to come by, or at least, any that have more substance than ethereal chubby bunnies floating through a bright blue sky. The same hype is promising thunderstorms today and tomorrow, but being a weather veteran down here, I have to reduce those promises by about 80% and play rain roulette with the other 20%–in other words, I ain’t holding my breath. But still I hope.

Why the big weather report? Because of the clouds. A cloudy day to me feels like somebody’s pumping pure oxygen into my veins, plump endorphins into my brain, and raw inspiration into every sense, nerve, and pore. A cloudy day like today makes me want to write and edit and plan and just dive into my writing. A cloudy day is why I made the curtains in my writing room with a heavy blue underlayer–so every sunny day would feel like today.

So, I’m going to go now. I’m either going to edit BROKEN or do some character study for the WIP coming up in September, maybe both. I’ve got oxygen, endorphins and inspiration.

Let’s rock.

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I Suck, Riding a Bicycle, and The New Year

August 19, 2009 at 11:38 am (Random Thoughts, Writing)

 

I hope I sucked you in with that title, because I really mean it now. I suck. I had a wonderful post written, illustrated and just about to be spell-checked, and I hit some key that took it all away. Usually, I write my posts in a separate Word document and then copy them in, but noooo, not this time. This time I tried to take a shortcut. And I suck.

Why else do I suck? For the past 2 months, I’ve all but abandoned this blog and my writing. I have a really good excuse, but like all really good excuses, I can’t tell you what it is. I throw myself on the mercy and forgiveness of my faithful and wonderful blog readers, my blog buddies, and the rest of the blogverse. I will be a new person, blogging, visiting, and writing, and as God is my witness, I will never go silent again!

Riding a bicycle? Have you ever tried to ride a bicycle that had a bad chain, or bad tires, or up a hill? It’s hard to get momentum going and there are painful pink ribbonjerks, slips and falls along the way. Well, that’s obviously the stage I’m at—getting my bicycle going again. It’s not easy, but I’ve got the ultimate carrot. I’m riding my bicycle to Nashville next July and my prize at the finish line is going to be a little pink ribbon.

The New Year? For as long as I can remember, my new year does not begin January 1st, but rather on Labor Day. (And extra points for those of you who ask “You mean back-to-school?”)  No matter how long I’ve been out of school, and no matter how long I’ve been away from a 4-season climate, back-to-school time is the new year for me. I don’t even have to close my eyes to smell that crisp, fall air, I’m just there. Think about it. Back-to-school means a brand, new, fresh start—new clothes, new school supplies, new teachers and classes, new start—guaranteed. How could I not be inspired at a time like this? (And don’t tell Montana, but pretty soon I want go shopping at OfficeMax or Staples. Do I need school supplies? No. Do I so desperately want markers, post-its, notecards and posterboard? Ohdearsweetgodyes. As so wonderfully put by Jenny Crusie: This is where I confess that I’ve gone school shopping every year, whether I’ve had a kid to shop for or not, because, like every writer I know, I have an office/school-supplies jones that just won’t quit and August is the Best Month Ever for pens and papers. Amen, sister. Amen.)

So, in September I’ll be querying BROKEN and starting my next dark historical. There’s going to be some slips and falls along the way, but I’ll get my momentum going and before you know it, I’ll be zooming along the road to Nashville. See you there!

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Ovid is in the hiz-ouse!

August 7, 2009 at 7:10 pm (Random Thoughts, Virtual Gems, Writing)

“Let your hook always be cast. In the pool where you least expect it, will be fish.”                     ~Ovid, Roman poet

Wow. How’s that for a visceral quote for a writer? It instantly reminded me of something I had heard on one of my RWA National Convention discs–that this author (I’m not sure who, but I remember she has since been multi-published) said that when she was first querying, she had a very specific practice. She picked a number, such as 24, and would keep that many lines in the water (her words). If she got a rejection, she’d get another query or contest entry out there right away, so that she always had those 24 hooks out there.

Does that practice work for everybody? Not necessarily, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have your own version of hooks being cast. Maybe you have always written cozy mysteries but have had a deep yearning to do a wild epic fantasy. Why not? The worst that happens is that you have both mysteries and fantasies you can query and, Ovid willing, sell. Or maybe you want to try categories instead of the single-title contemporaries you’ve been trying. Why not? Cast those hooks, my babies. Take your pole and cast it as high and as far as you can. I would be willing to bet if nothing else, you’ll have a hell of a fun time in the trying.

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Such sad news

August 5, 2009 at 4:44 pm (Virtual Gems)

I know I’ve been noticeably absent lately, and I had meant to remedy that with a fun, frothy post about what I’ve been doing, but I can’t.

I just found out Blake Snyder passed away yesterday.

If you’ve been reading here for any length of time, you know how much I adored Blake. He was funny and nice and amazing at his craft and so selfless for sharing it. One of my goals was to get my book picked up this year so I could post it on his blog. I just know he would have cheered.

So say a little prayer for him and those he left behind.  The world was a better place for the time he spent in it. May we all leave such a legacy.

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Update

July 24, 2009 at 8:09 pm (Random Thoughts)

Hi all!

My internet has been down for over a week and our new service isn’t going to be up until next Tuesday at the earliest. I’m hoping to be back blogging (and Tweeting and Facebooking) within a few days of that much-desired event, but wanted to let you know I didn’t fall off the edge of the world. It just feels like I did.

Thanks for your patience and I hope to see you soon.

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C is for Conference Redux: Final Homework

July 13, 2009 at 1:00 pm (Events)

So, it’s almost time for those of you lucky, wonderful, special and amazing enough to be going to Nationals. I wish you luck, joy, happiness, books and contracts. In the spirit of making it, enjoy this last walk down last July’s memory lane, originally posted July 26th, 2009.

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Well, we’re almost there. Your assignment for this weekend it to watch “Working Girl” with Melanie Griffith, Harrison Ford and Signourney Weaver. Not only is it a fun, really uplifting movie, it’s where the term “Elevator Pitch” comes from. I’ve added that little section of the movie so you can at least get the good vibes from that. (The actual pitch starts somewhere around the 6 minute mark, but I encourage you to watch it all–great movie.)

 

See you in San Francisco Nashville!

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