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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Is research really necessary?

Believe it or not, authors spend an enormous amount of their time researching. You're probably thinking, "researching what? What could an author possibly have to research?"

Well, if you're writing about a certain profession, a specific area of the country, a certain city, then we need make sure we're accurate enough to be believable. And for those historical authors well....that's an entirely different story. I came across a great article on why it's imperative for an author to do their research and use it properly in their stories. Such inaccuracies and discrepancies could make or break an author's career.

this is from Anne Marble at writing-world.com:

Research Flaws in Romance Novels

by Anne M. Marble

There are two big mistakes a romance writer can make when incorporating research into her novels. One is neglecting the research and making huge factual errors. The other less obvious mistake is overusing your research.

"Corn on the Cob and Gaslight, Oh My!"

Mistakes in historical romance novels can be very obvious. One best-selling author not known for her historical accuracy had her Regency era hero complaining about the "simpering females at White's." However, White's was a men's club, so there were no females, simpering or otherwise, to be found. This novel was full of errors like this, and the characters acted as if they were modern-day people in fancy costume. Readers who went to this book looking to be immersed in the historical environment were disappointed.

Look out for anachronisms. These can pull a reader right out of your story. Are your Medieval warriors dining on corn on the cob even though corn wasn't brought to England for hundreds of years? Does your heroine read by gaslight in 1800, even though that wasn't introduced to London until 1817? Even worse, do your Victorian characters have modern names, such as (shudder) Crystal? Then maybe you're not at home writing in that era.

If you're writing novels set in the American West, you have a new set of challenges to face. Many romance writers have their characters travel by train. Unfortunately, they forget to look up information about trains of that era, so they have their character traveling on tracks that don't exist. Other writers err in the other direction, having their characters travel by wagon train when they could've easily taken a train for less cost. When you write romances set in the West, many of your readers live in that area, and they will spot those mistakes quicker than you can say, "Howdy pardner!"

Mistakes don't have to be so obvious. Inaccuracies can be subtle yet damaging. One of the biggest flaws in many historical romances is that the characters don't behave like typical people from their era. For example, if your frontierspeople all treat Native Americans fairly, or if your British lords are kind to the Irish servants, then you are neglecting the historical context of your story. In addition, you may be sacrificing potential drama.

When you write a historical novel, remember that you're writing about another era. The culture is often as alien as what you'll find in a science fiction novel. In all too many historical romances set during the Regency era, the courting couple often go off together, alone. But this was simply not done at this time. A couple going off unchaperoned would create a huge scandal. Proper women simply wouldn't allow such liberties.

This isn't to say that your characters cant be iconoclasts, but you must explain why your heroine is strong-willed enough to refuse to marry the husband her father picked out for her. After all, most women of the upper classes accepted that their marriages would be arranged. So unless you have portrayed her as rebellious, don't have the heroine act with shock and horror when she learns her father expects her to marry a man she has never met.

Do you plan to write only contemporary novels? You will still have to do research. Is your book set in a certain city? Is it about a particular profession or region? Make sure you get all the facts right. If you make obvious errors, such as having your characters visit the Baltimore Aquarium when the proper name is the National Aquarium in Baltimore, you risk alienating readers who know the area. The same is true if you have a character referring to "Silver Springs, Maryland" when the correct name is "Silver Spring." If you make lots of subtle errors, such as having your characters get take-out from exclusive restaurants such as Sardi's, readers will think you don't care about your setting.

Don't base your research on what you've read in other romance novels. Remember -- those novels might have gotten the facts wrong. Also, remember that research is more than just facts. Research is a great way to find information that can help you out of a tight plotting situation or give your characters a more detailed background.

"Here, Duke! Here, Duke!"

Authors often get the titles of the British nobility wrong. It's a very basic error, and it's bound to annoy your readership.

If you want to write British historicals, it's imperative to learn the proper way of referring to nobility. Mistakes can make you look like a newbie. For example, let's say your hero is the Duke of Earl. Do not have your heroine call him "Duke." Only the duke's familiars are allowed to do this. Everyone else must call him "Your Grace."

This is a complicated topic and too involved for a couple of paragraphs. Luckily, there are lots of web sites to help you research titles. Romance writer Jo Beverley has a wonderful page about the proper use of titles at http://www.jobev.com/title.html.

"As You Know, Jane, Some Writers Like to Show Off."

Research can pose another problem to the romance author. There is the danger of being so in love with the facts you've discovered that you want to tell the world about them. All of them. That leads to a potential deadly flaw -- not interspersing information carefully into your novel.

Recently, I read a novel where the action stopped for about two pages because the author decided to lecture the reader (in an omniscient voice) on the importance of the rain forest. This came in the middle of a novel set during the 1800s, before anyone knew that the rain forest was important to the environment. So it was not only a huge expository lump, it was also an authorial intrusion.

The rain forest seems to have an odd effect on writers. I read a contemporary novel dealing with issues of the rain forest. Potentially interesting background became dull and listless because characters who felt strongly about the rain forest would stop and tell each other how important the rain forest was. I kept expecting one of the characters to suddenly say, "Stop! I'm a research biologist. Don't you think I know all this stuff?" But the characters didn't do this because they were being used as "sounding boards" for the author.

There's nothing wrong with incorporating research into your novel. But you have to break it down into smaller pieces, and you can't have characters lecturing each other on things they already know. (See, science fiction novels aren't the only ones that suffer from infodumps.)

Don't include details for the sake of showing off. Try to include details because they add to the story. Do they advance the plot? Reveal character? If you're a good enough writer, you might be able to get away with more detail, but you'll have to watch yourself. Some writers lavish their attention on trivial details and end up writing dull stories. Others seem to know every trivial detail but forget to fit them in the context of the times.

Don't forget that you're writing to entertain. Some poetic license may be necessary. It's possible to be too accurate. Few readers will want to read about a Medieval hero who never takes a bath or a cowboy with bad teeth. They will also have a hard time accepting a dandified hero who wears pink and waves a perfumed scarf in the air. On top of that, readers have little patience for writers who use realistic historical dialogue because that can be impenetrable to modern readers. (And whatever you do, don't add lots of "perchances" and "tis's" to make the dialogue seem historical. Most likely, you'll end up with a "faux" historical atmosphere.)

It's All in the Details

The amount of detail in your novel will vary depending on several factors. Some publishers prefer novels that use historical background as "wallpaper," while others prefer novels with excruciatingly researched details. If you're more comfortable writing a novel where the history serves as wallpaper, then go for it. This style of historical background is much better suited to romps and farces. However, you can raise your novel above the crowd by making sure that while you don't let the historical details get in the way of your story, those details are still accurate.

Also, keep in mind that some types of books require more research than others. Regency fans are sticklers for historical accuracy, while readers of historical novels set during the Regency are generally less demanding.

Finally, remember that research isn't everything. You must have interesting, sympathetic (or at least charming) characters in a fascinating plot. That comes first. However, good research can make a potentially generic book ("Oh, not another guardian/ward novel.") into a keeper. ("Gee, I didn't know that men during the Regency wore shoes made of...")

Parting Shot

A final word. Some readers won't care. They want to be entertained, and they don't let inaccuracies bother them. If you don't mind writing for this audience, then go ahead and have fun. You might even become a best-selling author. However, you won't reach those picker readers, and they are the more rewarding audience.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Best of the Best of the Best...of 2010

I know I should have done this like two weeks ago. I'm not always on the ball on things...two kids and all that.

Anyhow, the other day I was browsing through my Kindle when it hit me just how many books I'd read last year. I mean, I knew I like to read but geez loueez. As I was scrolling through the really long list, my eyes danced over titles I'd forgotten about and ones that had made a lasting impression with me. Then I started thinking, "If I made a list of the best books I read last year, which ones would be on the list?" Then I thought, "Well, why don't I do that?"

So here it is. A list of the ten best books to make it on my Kindle in 2010. These are the ones that made me laugh, cry and/or just plain burned up the digital e-pages. You should note these aren't books that were necessarily published in 2010, just ones I've read. Also, at the end are some honorable mentions that I couldn't bring myself to leave out.

Do you agree with this list or have one you think should be on here? Let me know!

10. Cutting Loose by Susan Andersen
Ms. Andersen is genius at combining witty dialogue, clever story lines and love-able characters.

9. Jaime by Lori Foster
This one is part of her Visitation series which stemmed from the Winston Brothers series. Jaime is one of the best in the whole series.

8. Shoot To Thrill by Nina Bruhns
Every romance reader loves reading about an alpha male in uniform. This one is a great start to a new series

7. Dance with the Devil by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Paranormal romances can be difficult to write without making them come off as corny. Ms. Kenyon's Dark Hunter series is a must read. Zarek's story is heartwarming and dark at the same time.

6. Whisper no Lies by Cindy Gerard
Ms. Gerard is always on my must read list. Her Black Ops series is some of the best in all of fiction. Johnny and Crystal are a dynamic duo who really made a lasting impression with me.

5. Dream Man by Linda Howard
If you're looking for a suspenseful romance with love scenes that will leave you blushing, then pick this one up. Ms. Howard is one of my favorites.

4. Footloose by Leanne Banks
This one is part of Ms. Bank's Bellagio Shoe series, which are all equally good. But the others I've read in years past. So I had to put this one on the list.

3. Not Another Bad Date by Rachel Gibson
Rachel Gibson is one of my ol' faithful go-to authors. This is a classic "first love" story that will tug at your heart strings.

2. Take no Prisoners by Cindy Gerard
If I had read all of the Black Ops books in 2010, then all of them would be on this list. Take No Prisoners is the second best in the series (IMO, Show No Mercy is the best). I fell in love with Sam in the first chapter.

1. Cry No More by Linda Howard
I will occasionally pick up a Linda Howard book without even reading the blurb - that's how good she is. But Cry No More is probably the best book I've ever read; and not just in 2010. It has everything that makes a good romantic suspense; constant twists and turns, enough mystery to make Alfred Hitchkock proud and more sexual tension and steamier loves scenes than the other books on this list combined. If you haven't read this one, or are unfamiliar with Ms. Howard, I highly recommend you pick up one of her books - preferably this one.

Some other honorable mentions:

The Mercanary by Cherry Adair
Practice Makes Perfect by Julie James
Killer Secrets by Lora Leigh

Again, some of these books were published years ago. But I just got around to reading them last year. All of these will remain on my Kindle until the end of time.

So, what did you think? Agree? Disagree?







Thursday, January 6, 2011

Teeny and Landon's deleted scene

Teeny Newbury had earned her nickname on the first day of kindergarten. She knew the second she stepped foot in the classroom and saw she was a head shorter than everyone else, the nickname that followed would be inevitable. A dark-haired boy ran up to her and said, “Wow, you sure are teeny!” Not that she minded. It was a whole lot better than the alternative, a horrible old-woman’s name which was imprinted on her birth certificate. Teeny always hated her real name and had secretly jumped for joy when her classmates had decided to give a much more attractive alternative.

Her father told her she ought to be proud to be named after her great-grandmother, Gertrude. After all she was one of the women who pioneered a town in Idaho or some important shit like that. Teeny didn’t know exactly and never really cared. All she ever wondered was why she couldn’t have been named after her other great-grandmother, who had the wonderful fortune of being named something pretty like Julia. Or even her Grandma Betty. Anything was better than Gertrude.

In any event, the girl formerly known as Gertrude Newbury was now Teeny Newbury. The nickname had always driven her mother crazy. She used to tell Teeny her nickname reminded her of a cartoon; like one of those little mice who talked when they should have been squeaking. One time her mother had tried to implement Gertie as an compramise.4 Teeny didn’t know why the woman thought a shortened version of the worst name ever invented was any better. To make a long story short, it had taken about a year of refusing to answer her mom when she called her by her birth name in order to get her new name to take hold.

The two of them had lived with a mutual understanding ever since. It hadn’t been hard. Teeny had a relatively easy relationship with her parents. Like every other teenager, there had been times when she’d rebelled in high school after her mom and dad tried to enforce too many rules on her. They backed off eventually, realizing their only child needed to experience life and make mistakes for herself. For that much Teeny would be forever grateful. However the one thing she faulted them on was their intensely old fashioned beliefs. They were two of the most conservative people she’d ever known. In fact they were so conservative to the point where they were almost archaic.

Growing up, she’d never really paid attention to such things or listened when they chastised the lack of solid family values in most American homes. Such things never really concerned her. As long as she appeared to be the daughter they raised her to be, it wouldn’t affect her right? She’d lived with that belief her entire twenty-eight years. She went about her day to day life, got up, went to work and never really harbored thoughts of whether or not she turned out the way her parents wanted her to.

After all, she was her own person free to live her own life. She made every day decisions, not really being concerned of what her parents thought.

Until three months ago. It was a moment, right here in this very bathroom she was in that something had happened. Something that made her think, shit, what’re my parent’s going to say?

It wasn’t something she’d thought many times over the years. The feeling was so foreign to her that a desperate laugh had popped out followed by a rainfall of tears.

At this moment Teeny didn’t have any tears left to cry. In fact, there wasn’t a whole lot left inside her. She’d thrown everything up.

Her sensible diet had escaped her recently. She’d inhaled everything in sight since last night and now it all stared back up at her in a gooey, disgusting matter. She took a deep breath to steady herself, now pretty sure everything, including her small intestine, was in the toilet bowl.

Feeling mildly better, for the time being, Teeny flushed and leaned over the sink to rinse her mouth. She was pretty positive whoever invented the term “morning sickness” hadn’t actually been pregnant. In fact, it had probably been a man. Only a man could coin a completely off phrase about a woman’s body. Morning sickness only happened at night, after she’d eaten herself out of house and home for a better part of the day.

Teeny wished she could call her mother and ask if it was normal to be sick this late in her first trimester. She’d never known anyone who’d been pregnant before, except her mother. However, the woman was unaware of her daughter’s unexpected pregnancy so Teeny suspected a call this late at night with such questions wasn’t a brilliant idea.

The jerk who knocked her up her was sleeping like a damn baby. He hadn’t even woken when she ran out of bed, stark naked, to hurl the contents of her dinner. She glared at him as she walked back into her bedroom. Entirely his fault she could no longer fit into her designer jeans.

Grow up, Teeny. No one put a gun to your head and forced you to have unprotected sex. Condoms aren’t that hard to come by.

She curled back underneath the down comforter and pulled the heavy blanketing around her shoulders. Running around naked could really make a person cold.

“You okay?” The muffled voice came from next to her.

She stared at the ceiling and slowly blinked. “Fabulous. I’m just wondering how the noodles came up whole when I know I chewed them.”

His deep chuckle vibrated across the mattress and did absolutely nothing to soothe her mood. Maybe it was her hormones, but she didn’t see how throwing up noodles was amusing. Typical man.

All his fault.

The mattress dipped and gently shook when Landon rolled over to face her. Teeny kept her attention focused on the darkened ceiling. She knew if she looked at him and saw his handsome face and messy hair she’d want him again. Sex was the last thing she needed right now.

“Let’s go to Vegas.”

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Gambling really isn’t my thing.”

He rolled his eyes and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. “I mean to get married.”

“Be serious, Landon.”

“I am serious.” The small tilt of his lips told her otherwise. It was hard to take him sincerely when they were lying naked.

“I want a real wedding. Not one where the man walking me down the aisle is wearing polyester and a bad wig.” He opened his mouth to say something and Teeny rolled to her side to face him. “I woman dreams about her wedding day her entire life. We want the perfect dress, the beautiful flowers and a big diamond ring. Get it?”

His gaze dropped down the edge of the sheet. “So let’s do it in a couple of months.”

She gave him a droll look. “I really don’t want to squeeze my fat belly into a ten thousand dollar wedding dress. I want to do it right.”

He snorted. “We already went past doing it right, Gertrude.”

“Call that name one more time and this’ll be only kid you ever have,” she said, smiling sweetly.

He ran the tip of his finger over her shoulder. “Ooh, you sure are grouchy when you’re pregnant.”

She batted his hand away. “Stop distracting me. I don’t have the energy for more sex.”

“You were the one who practically shoved me through the door,” he said with a half smile that had been torturing her for years. Landon Price was very good at turning on the charm when he wanted to. It was one of the reasons she’d grown up with a love-hate relationship with him.

“Hormones,” she replied with a shrug.

His grin grew to the size of Rhode Island, one of the features which Teeny had never been able to resist from him, no matter how hard she tried.

The Newbury’s had raised their daughter to be independent, outspoken and strong-willed. She’d held up to those standards as best she could in every aspect of her life. Except where Landon Price was concerned. She knew the moment she met him, he would be the ultimate undoing of every good intention her parents tired to instill in her.

He’d always been rude, obnoxious and too damn sexy for Teeny notice anything else. She hated to love him and loved to hate him. The feeling had been one of those strange phenomenon’s she’d never experienced with anyone else. The realization had made her want to run in the opposite direction whenever he was around, yet at the same time she’d never been able to think about anyone else.

For years, they’d spared, teased, insulted and danced around their desire for each other. Teeny thought the game would never end, or at the very least she’d spontaneously combust, then one night it did end. No, end wasn’t the right word. Intensify was more like it. No, there was no end to what they had now.

Her fate had been sealed six months ago when she’d run into him at a fundraiser. The encounter hadn’t been planned, even though she knew perfectly well he’d be there. He had some ditzy brunette pawing him like he was a newborn puppy. Teeny tried to ignore him and his dark-haired Barbie doll but every time she looked across the room their eyes would connect. One time he had the gall to wink and all the other times there was intensity about him like he was trying to tell her where they were going to end up before the night would end.

She hated when he was right, especially when he was cocky enough to know it.

The sex had been phenomenal. They’d barely been able to keep their hands off each other long enough to rip their clothes off.

“Teeny…”

She looked at him when she realized he’d been talking to her. “What?”

“I said we can get married however you want if it means that much to you.”

She shook her head and ran a finger down his bicep. “It’s not just that. I don’t want to get married just because you feel obligated to me. I want to marry for love.” She looked him in his brown eyes. “Do you love me?”

“Maybe I do,” he said in a soft voice.

“Maybe isn’t an answer, Landon. Either you do or you don’t.” When he only stared at her she continued. “Like I said, I don’t want to rush into a marriage just because you’re obligated to me.”

He pulled back from her slightly. “You think I feel obligated?”

“Well, I am pregnant.” She pulled back too and gazed at him for one intense moment. “You’re telling me you don’t feel obligated? This is your baby too.”

A weary sigh escaped him. “Teeny, it’s more than just obligation. I feel something for you.” Her skin quivered when he cupped a hand around her waist then rubbed it across her belly. “I care about you.”

She dropped her head down to the pillow and watched as he skimmed his hand across her stomach, like he was trying to feel the baby growing inside. It was still fairly early in her pregnancy, almost four months, and Teeny had never really felt anything until now; except for her bouts of nausea. But seeing his hand, the tanned skin a stark contrast to her pale skin, made the life they created together seem more real.

When she first told him she about the pregnancy, Teeny had still been getting over the initial shock herself. But Landon had taken the news better than she expected him to. He’d been stunned at first. Then he’d pulled her against him and shoved her on the kitchen table where they’d made love.

She looked at him and wondered how she was supposed to have been able to resist him in the first place. His sandy colored hair lay in disarray like he’d been tossing his head over the pillow. His eyes, a deep chocolate brown, were focused on her stomach where his hand rubbed in circles. Teeny had always been fascinated with his hands. Landon had grown up with privilege, surrounded by some of the wealthiest people in the country; people like her family. Most men like him were always polished and had perfect appearances. They got manicures and they’re hands were soft and smooth from never doing a hard days’ work in their life.

Landon’s, on the other hand, were big and strong looking. His fingers were thick like that of a man who used them in every day life. She’d grown to love the feel of them on her; cupping her cheek, playing with her hair or caressing over her skin.

His height was the most impressive part.

That’s not the most impressive part of him, Teeny. You’ve seen him naked, remember?

He stood at six-foot-two, almost a foot taller than her pathetic five-foot-three. When she stood next to him she felt small and very…feminine like he was her big, strong protector and could fight off any guy who pursued her. His shoulders, which Teeny had to stand on her toes to reach with her elbows, were wide and powerful. She loved to run her fingers in the grooves of his well-defined muscles, kept in shape from early morning trips to the local gym.

Everything about him turned her on; always had. From his deep voice to the way his eyes burned into hers to the way his long legs looked in a pair of athletic shorts.

“We don’t have to talk about this right now.” He lifted the covers and slid under. Teeny moved to pull him up when he stopped halfway down and placed a soft kiss on her stomach. His thumb stroked back and forth over her belly button and her eyes drooped; and not from fatigue.

She sifted her fingers through his hair when he looked up at her. “You’re trying to distract me.”

He grinned. “Is it working?”

She lifted her shoulders and combed his hair back from his forehead. “Maybe.”

He lifted a brow like he knew he had her right where he wanted her. Shit, he’d always had her where he wanted her, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

He dropped a few more light kisses on her stomach before crawling slowly up her body. “Just promise me if we have a girl, not to name her after your great-grandmother.”

She smiled against his mouth and let him take her.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Attention all you Indies!

When I was in high school there was a group of girls everyone in the school new at least by face. They were people every girl wanted to be friends with and every guy wanted to go out with. They all had brand new cars when they turned sixteen, their skinny, toned frames where always decked out in the most expensive clothes purchased from the most expensive department stores. Some of them I considered acquaintances but not really friends. Theirs was an exclusive club that rarely took on new members.

Years and years later, after I realized what a bunch of nonsense high school is, I discovered another club; one far larger, more elite and even harder to break into than those of my youth.

If you haven't figured it out by now, I'll spell it out for you:

It's that of the published author. And not just any published author. One whose been taken under the wing of a Big 6 house and has made their presence known on the NYT best seller list. Now most of those names wouldn't spark even the slightest of interest in your every day American who thinks reading is a waste of time. But to those of us who live and breath fiction (or non, whatever your poison is), shaking hands with one of those authors is tantamount to meeting Clint Eastwood.

Penning great stories with memorable characters had made them sort of golden gods in the eyes of their readers, and aspiring writers too. They became the source of inspiration for those who wanted to see their own names on the NYT.

But for, say, 95% of those aspiring writers, seeing their names on those coveted lists would forever remain in their imagination only. Because, really, reading one rejection letter after another really has a negative effect on one's confidence.

I should know. I've read my fare share of them.

Only the most dedicated and hard core writers would keep trudging through rejection letter after rejection letter so they could become a part of that exclusive club. After all, each agent has their own personal taste and there has to be someone out there willing to take a chance on an unknown right? They think to themselves, "All I have to do is keep at it and I'll eventually find an agent who has time for little ol' me."

Maybe two or three years ago.

Now the game has changed.

What changed it?

The economy, e-readers, the high price of paperbacks.

I don't know, take your pick. I'd say they all have a hand in agents being less and less willing to take on new clients. Nowadays they're focusing their attention on the big names NYT best sellers to make their money. They're trimming down their client lists and becoming less accommodating. So, where does that leave the ones looking for a way to get their book out among the masses?

A few years ago they'd be drowning a hundred feet under. Today, they could at least float on a life preserver.

And how is that, you ask?

Self-publishing.

I know there are some of you turning your nose up saying, "I would rather naw off my own arm then sign with a POD publisher." So would I. POD publishers are outrageous and don't guarantee your book will sell. In fact many of them do little of market your work. After all, they've made their money. So it's up to you to make back what you paid them for publishing your book for you.

But thanks to the likes of Amazon and Barnes and Noble there is another, more appealing and significantly less expensive way to self publish your books. Amazon has made their self publishing program so simple my two your old could do it. And it doesn't cost any money, unless you purchase an ISBN which you don't really need. Barnes and Noble's platform is similar and just as simple to use.

So once you've self published will you be blessed with a large fan base and through-the-roof sales? Well, not really. BUT ebook sales take time to gain momentum and it is possible to be successful. And the best part is you get 70% of the sales (if you price your book at $2.99 or higher) as opposed to a measly 5%-15% from a publishing house. AND you have the rights to your own book and all the control. Yes, you do need to market yourself. I'm not saying it's not a lot of work because it is.

Think of it this way: worse case scenario you'll make a little extra spending money. Best case scenario, you'll be a top seller.

Which would you rather do? Read one rejection after another while your book collects dust on your hard drive? Or upload your masterpiece to amazon and B&N, make a few extra bucks while you slowly develop a readerbase?

Seems like a pretty no-brainer to me.

Of course, there will always be those haters who think the Big 6 walk on water and anyone who chooses a different path needs to have their heads examined. That's why all use indies and self-published need to stick together and refuse to go away. If we spread the word of how happy we are without our contracts others will follow.

I published my first book two months ago. Right now I'm making enough money for a family dinner out a month. I know that's nothing to boast over, but if I hadn't taken matters into my own hands, my book would still be sitting on my computer and I'd be making nothing.

If you're still on the fence about self-publishing read other stories like mine (there are literally hundreds of them). One of these days all those big name authors are going to retire and the houses who refused to take on new clients will be where? With no authors.

Remember that.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Getting those juices flowing

So you've got a great idea for a story and the best, most unique characters. You've got your word doc pulled up, your fingers ready to go. Now what?

Do you just start typing whatever pops into your head? Do you start your story with some witty dialogue or a suspenseful chase scene? Not sure? Well, you should probably get your act together before you start punching those keys.

There are some geniuses out there who can sit down and start rambling without any clear story plan. But HOW do you get that plan? How do you go about executing it?

To be honest, there isn't just one way to put your creative forces to good work. Brainstorming is a great way, preferably with someone else who knows a bit about writing. But, I don't know about you, using those little bubbles with the lines coming out of them like we were taught in school is a crappy way to brainstorm.

Even if you've got a vague idea of what you want to write about, you've crossed a huge hurdle! The best thing to do is keep a log of whatever and whoever pops into your head. Any little detail is important! Hair color, occupations, personality traits, locations. All those little things will get lost in your jumble of great ideas while you're writing. Best to keep track of things like that so you don't have inconsistencies in your story.

Once you've started a log/journal/outline and you have names and places for your characters, you can start connecting the dots. Drawing those lines and connecting your characters to one another, building relationships is key to getting that story started. You can't have a story without solid characters. I bet you'll find that once you've got some people/places, the circumstances surrounding them will start to form all on their own.

But are you still having trouble even coming up with something to start with? The best way to make your story is realistic. Things readers can relate to in every day life. Take day trip out to your local mall, library, coffee shop, subway station and just observe. Watch the people walking by, how they carry themselves, gesture with their hands. Make notes of things you see, how they look, write down snippets of conversations (thought don't be too specific or you run the risk of getting sued). Pick up a Reader's Digest and browse through the stories of every day people. Add your own personality (or personalities of people you know), to these ideas and characters. If you're anything like me, once you have the characters they'll start to develop a life of their own and you won't have to do much more brainstorming. They'll take you through their every day life, their predicaments and before you know it, you're halfway done with your book!

Treat your characters like real people. Sympathize with them, laugh with them, even get angry with them. You're own feelings will make the story shape itself.

Yes, you will have moments where you'll stare at your computer screen until your eyes cross. And not one word will come out. But the very best way is to keep typing. Even if it's nonsense. That nonsense will likely turn into a scene, then a whole chapter. And it's okay to ditch a scene or a whole chapter if it's not to your liking. Consider that a learning lesson. The more you write, the better you get at it. Never accept anything less than the very best from yourself. After all, your readers deserve that much.

Avery Price Opens Up!

My editor recently put me on assignment to cover the governor’s race in Colorado. Darren Price, head of Price Publications recently announced his candidacy. To start my coverage of the race, I’ve decided to interview Mr. Price’s daughter Avery, who has largely stayed out of the limelight.

We settle on the patio of her home in the breathtaking Wyoming foothills. After getting seated, Avery pours me a glass of homemade lemonade.

ME: Thank you so much for taking the time to meet with me. I know how much you value your privacy.

AVERY: (takes a sip of lemonade then sets her drink down.) Privacy is overrated. And I should be thanking you for making the drive out here.

ME: It’s nice to get out of the city every once in a while. Plus it’s beautiful out here. I can see why you chose this place.

AVERY: I’d say it chose me. (Her lips tilt up in a wry little smile). I actually didn’t plan on staying here at first. But anonymity is something anyone can find here.

ME: Is that why you left Denver?

AVERY: (Pauses a moment). If I wore a pair of heels that were too high, it got commented on in the society pages. No one cares about that kind of thing here. It’s refreshing to be able to be my own person.

ME: That’s definitely a tempting way of life. Your family must miss you terribly though. Are you planning on being an active part in your father’s campaign?

AVERY: I’ll always support my father no matter what he does, which he’s almost always successful at. No matter what happens with the race, he’ll always have the support of his children. But I’ve had my fill of the public eye. That life suits my parents and brother just fine. I think I’ll leave the campaigning to them.

ME: That’s right your brother Landon Price is one of the biggest real estate developers in Denver. Are you two close?

AVERY: We grew up pretty sheltered so the two of us were really all each other had. I’d say we’re closer than your average brother and sister.

ME: Do you think your brother will be moving up here with you anytime soon?

AVERY: (She chuckles before answering). Even though we’re very close, my brother and I are very different people. He lives and breathes city life. Plus my parents aren’t nearly as concerned with his activities as they are mine.

ME: Meaning?

AVERY: (Pauses before answering). Maybe because he has a different set of genitals? (Laughs). Who knows? For some reason they focus all their energy on me.

ME: Is that the reason you’re not active in your father’s business? Is this a rebellion?

AVERY: I wouldn’t really say it’s a rebellion. I made a decision that I thought best suited me. The corporate life isn’t for me, anyway. I doubt I’d have anything valuable to offer. My father has enough VP’s and advisers.

ME: (I smile as I take my first sip of lemonade). I’ve got to say you are a lot more down to earth than I expected. And there are a lot of girls in this country who wished they were in your shoes.

AVERY: (She lifts a thin shoulder beneath her linen top). Everybody always thinks the grass is greener on the other side. Growing up in the public eye isn’t for everyone. I’ve developed thick skin over the years. But I wouldn’t change my life for anything.

ME: Well, I certainly appreciate you granting me this interview. Good luck with your father’s campaign.

AVERY: Thank you. I’m going to grab a copy of the magazine when the article airs.