After four years of picking and playing, I finally finished off Acorns and Oaks, my YA romantic adventure. (Kinda. Sorta. There’s a young adult, there’s an adventure. There’s even a cute Michigan boy, so I’m calling it a YA romantic adventure. I don’t know if it is or not.) I performed a quick edit and sent it on its way to my Editor for Life. I’d been moon-dogging over it for the last three months, and was elated to see those words “The End” come into view. Believe me when I say, as with anything in life, the marathon to those magic words gets easier with practice.

After patting myself on the back for a minute and a half, I decided to open my documents folder and see what else was lying around, waiting for a second look-see.

I have the first edit for Finding Cadence waiting for me, and I’m taking a Donald Maass class online for help with those edits. Instead of the weighty, supposedly breakout novel revisions, which are better tackled during the gloom of a winter afternoon with a spiked hot chocolate and a drowsy Boston terrier by my side, I decided to open up VY2, Virtually Yours Forever, the sequel to my smash first book. (What did I sell? Eighteen? Nineteen copies? I’m not sure, because I won’t get my Book Baby breakdown until the end of the month. I hope it’s enough for a cup of coffee at McDonalds!) After all, it is summertime, when it’s relatively easy to  call up the kind of sass you need to write Mom-Lit.

As with Virtually Yours, which was penned in 2009, VY2 was written during NaNoWriMo 2011. I won’t say it was easy, but it wasn’t too difficult to write VY2. I already had the characters in my mind. I know what they look like, how they act, their foibles, their flaws, their hopes and dreams. I knew what the stories were for each of the major players. It was a matter of sitting down to pound out a couple thousand words a day.

Easy peasy.

It has been six months since I stopped working on the book. I’d put the story completely out of my mind, instead concentrating on Real Life issues and getting A&O into first draft shape. Surprise! Opening the file was like uncovering a treasure I didn’t know I had.

Have you ever gone to the store and bought something, an article of clothing or shoes or a purse, put it away, and totally forgotten about it? (In my case, it wouldn’t be ladies apparel, but stones.) Or have you ever gone Christmas shopping in July, put the present away, and gone on with your days of lying in the sun? Many months later, you’re cleaning out a closet or a drawer, and you find that wonderful surprise waiting for you.

In my case, my wonderful, uncovered cache resides in my computer. I have files and files of writing that never see the light of day once I hit ‘Close – Save File.’ Add to that the articles and [dare I say] witty repartee I’ve posted online, and I’m left with reams and reams of opinion and stories.

I never throw anything away, whether it is printed, or saved digitally. Even my file for the VY dump is titled “VY DUMP” and I put in it anything that I’ve taken out of my working draft. You never know. I might be able to use a passage somewhere else down the line, and with my failing memory, it’s best to save everything.

I’m kind of flaky, the kind who misplaces memory sticks. so I also use Carbonite online backup. It’s more than paid for itself, as I’ve managed to have three computers break down and die in the last three years.

Needless to say, when I began reading VY2, I was amazed at parts of the story. I’d used characters I’d totally forgotten about, with dialogue I found mildly amusing. Keepable, even. Oh, it still needs a lot of work (A LOT), as it’s a rough, rough draft.

Writing is a tricky endeavor. As I learned with Cadence, even a terribly written manuscript has some value. Your grammar may be horrible, your plot might be full of holes, your prose a violent shade of violet, and your participles dangling, but it’s very important not to throw anything away. That crummy first try might actually hold a diamond in the rough.

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Yesterday afternoon, I penned yet another “The End” to pages and pages of manuscript. In celebration, I looked up a great tune…and made myself a margarita. Here’s the video, sorry, but I did not take a photo of the margarita. 🙂

another one bites the dust

Acorns and Oaks took a full four years to complete, not because I’m lazy (well, yes, I am lazy), and not because Real Life reared its ugly head (which is known to happen at least a dozen times a week), but because this WIP is my foray into the young adult genre.

How does one write for young adults? Was there even a YA genre back when I was a young adult? (I don’t think so…I read books, any books, voraciously, the more difficult the better. I read Helen Hunt Jackson’s Ramona and Marjorie Rawlings The Yearling in 6th grade. I don’t know what my classmates were reading.)

I have to admit that I started out writing down to my audience. My protagonist, Amberly Cooper, starts out as a naive 14 year old, so I began the story as though she were about 12. This, I found out later, is silly. I started reading some modern YA, like Lauren Myracle’s ttyl and Julie Gonzalez’s Imaginary EnemyThen I looked at my own daughter (who was 17 when I began the novel) and her friends, as well as the kids who come through my Day Job and realized that teenagers are a lot more sophisticated these days than they were when I was a kid. They’re connected by the Internet. They swear. And they can get into loads of trouble, like underage drinking. (Growing up, I was operating at a deficit. As a teen, I was both a late bloomer and horribly overprotected by my parents.)

While the book needs a thorough edit (and then some), I’m rather pleased with Amberly’s growth. She starts out willful, spoiled, and bitchy. She ends up caring, compassionate, and not without a few talents – like baking and cooking. (Her grasp of algebra also improves.)

Looking back on what I’ve written, I can see where I have to strengthen the storyline. I’m also giving Amberly a love interest, which is only lightly touched upon in the original, because…well, because she’s nearly 15 and full of hormones. Seems like the thing to do.

Although I would love for a prolonged celebration on a desert island – or a weekend at Cedar Point – I’m going right to work on the next manuscript in various states of disrepair.

Because as we know, I don’t have much time, and I’m writing as fast as I can.

 

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The past few days have been crazy! Nuts! Actually, the past few months have been brutal, but I’m trying to concentrate on recent history.

As a result of the chaos, my writing schedule and modus operandi for finding time to write have taken a distinctly  weird turn.

I used to schedule a set period in the afternoon for writing, which worked out great…until my #1 girl in the office became ill in March. Thanks to a decent staff, I used to be able to carve out a couple of hours several days a week; suddenly one key person short and I was working early mornings and staying late to close to make up.

I really, really have to finish this manuscript. Acorns and Oaks has been percolating way too long. Plus, I figure if I finish this one, I will be somehow motivated to finish Oaks and Acorns, the companion novel. That one, too, has been in various states of disrepair since 2008.

Talk about procrastination. Hand me my diamond tiara, as I am the Queen.

🙂

But motivation is high. The words “The End” are so close I can taste them. (I’m thinking they taste like lemon meringue pie, but I could be wrong.)

Herein lies my new attempt at scheduling time to write: If I have a minute, I’ll jot something down. It’s better if I have a longer period of free time. An hour is great, two to three hours optimum, but twenty minutes? If that’s all I have, I’ll use it.

Sometimes I rewrite dialogue. Sometimes I straighten out my tenses (A&O is written in present tense – very difficult to stick to.) And other times, like today, I’ll actually assemble my notes and scribbles and finish a chapter. Writing this way is like piecing together a quilt. It can take hours, or years, of painstaking work. Does it matter which path you choose, as long as the job gets done and you have something warm to wrap your arms around?

It will help that this weekend I’m going out of town. You wouldn’t believe how much I can accomplish on an airplane, or in the wee hours of the morning when everyone else is asleep.

I’m thinking in seven short days, I’ll reach those magic words, diamonds glittering, and with a face full of pie.

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As we all know, I’m a very lazy writer. VERY. LAZY. I also have adult ADD (self-diagnosed) because I find it difficult to keep focused on one thing at a time. A dozen balls, I can juggle, one? meh… not so much. (Or I could blame the chaos on my incredibly crazy Real Life – and I do – that keeps interfering with my best intentions.)

Take the current WIP. I started writing it in 2008, as an homage to my daughter. It is now 2012, and I’m still approximately five chapters from those magic words “The End.” I’m currently writing the chapter where Amberly will escape from her not so brilliant kidnapper. It should be an easy write. Amberly is resourceful, smart, and she’s already softened the heart of her captor by baking her signature family recipe cupcakes. However, getting my butt into a chair and turning on my laptop (this one time excluded) seems to be an insurmountable task.

I will therefore list some really bad excuses I will use for why not to write, in an attempt to shame myself into completing this book:

1. It’s really nice outside. This is a really bad excuse, because this winter has been mild, spring sprang early, and it’s been nice outside for months. I am so bad…

2. I have to do payroll. This is a good excuse only once every two weeks, when I do the BIG payroll. The alternate week payroll takes me five minutes to do. This is the alternate week. Bad writer, bad…

3. The state auditor came by. Okay, she came by yesterday, and we passed with flying colors. Still, an audit is very nerve wracking and it does take time. On the plus-writer side, I used the opportunity to take a leisurely drive through Detroit,  the starting location of Finding Cadence, and took pictures in a cemetery that figures into the storyline. So in that case, I was only half bad.

4. Gardening. This is an excuse that keeps on giving. I suppose I don’t have to garden, but I happen to have an unhealthy love affair with my own homegrown vine ripened tomatoes. I know, I know…there are farmers markets. But shopping farmers markets is not without peril. Our local one has an unorganized union. They have decided to band together and sell all of their produce for the same amount. So one guy’s $5 pint of blueberries is the same as the other guy’s, which makes no sense since I can buy blueberries for $3 a pint at the store, or eat from my own yard.

Today I gardened for five hours in the hot, lovely sun. I’m flogging myself. I could have finished my WIP in five hours, or at least have taken out a huge chunk of the To-Do writing. Instead, my urban guerilla garden is (nearly) finished for the year. (Honey, it’s never finished. Gardening is war. Weeds are the enemy.)

5. I need to make dinner. Puh-leeze. Have you seen me lately? I could go without food for a week and still have a spare tire to unload. Besides, most artists are starving, not food snobs with a wine closet. That’s why they’re nice and skinny and can wear pencil legged jeans, while I, on the other hand, wear stretch pants and loose, blousy shirts as I suck my stomach in.

5a. Exercise. I do it on occasion, but I feel guilty when I’m P90X’ing for thirty minutes when I know I should be writing. And these days, I’m doing more of #5 than #5a.

6. My children need me. This is the lamest bad excuse of all. My children are grown. They live in San Francisco, two thousand miles away. Of course, when one of them sends me a text message at 2:30 a.m. (which happened two weeks ago), telling me it’s an emergency and asking me to call as soon as I get up, “I don’t care what time it is,” a mother calls. I’m no helicoptering, nosy mother, but I do worry.

7. Words With Friends. This is the devil’s game, my friends. Ask Alec Baldwin. I could hang out all day, but instead I play on my phone and try to limit opening the app unless I really have to. (Yee–ah…like I have to…)

8. Facebook. Thanks to the Facebook Gestapo, I’ve had my friend request-ability temporarily suspended (again), so except for a few brief moments in the morning to post a status update and to make sure my children are still alive, I don’t hang out at the social media web site that won’t allow me to be social. (I know that’s a long sentence. I’m on a roll.)

9. Twitter. Ditto #8.

10. I can’t write because I’m too busy writing a complaint letter to a local restaurant for the crummy treatment I received. (More on this one later.)

None of these excuses is good. Which is why I’m going back to work on the WIP as soon as I finish this.

You should be writing too.

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Now that I’m winding down on the edit, it’s time to look at cover designs. I participated in Indies Unite for Joshua (a great cause, by the way, check it out) and bid on a cover designer, and that’s how I’m now working with Sessha Batto. Here are a couple:

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Then there’s this one:

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Can you say “excitement?”

🙂

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I’ve been writing for a long, long time. One could say that I’ve been writing since I learned how to spell. The Internet gave me many wonderful opportunities to practice what natural ability I had, to find out where and how I could improve on my skills, and to let my inner Muse stretch out on uninhibited wings, where it could get as naughty or as serious as I wanted to go.

It wasn’t long before I found a market for my work. By “market” I mean more than an occasional high five or the promise of cyber margaritas after a long day of witty comebacks. Sure, I wasn’t making enough cash to retire to a beach on a deserted atoll, but it was nice to see the occasional deposit into my PayPal account. After a year’s worth of occasional deposits, I had nearly enough to buy myself lunch at a decent establishment.

Mostly, though, I was writing for free. Free stories, free opinion, free reviews, free editorials, free photo-essays. I didn’t mind; after all, I’m a writer and writers as artists are known to be [somewhat] narcissistic. Internet writers, especially those who use their real names like I do, are way out there, as vulnerable as if they were to step outside on Main Street sans clothing. It’s the nature of the beast. Writers write to communicate, to tell a story, and we do so because deep inside, no matter what Internet troll tells you different, we’re pretty damned good. Not Stephen King good or Carly Phillips good or Dan Brown good, but good enough to be a few rungs above the masses.

Now that I’m an e-pubbed author, I have a book for sale. Not for free, like my pithy essays, but for a mere pittance. (I have given out free copies, and my BETAs have read it, but it’s not the same.) I don’t know how many I’ve sold to date, but I do hear back from people who have read it, so I have to estimate, oh…maybe four or five? Maybe more? One author at the GDRWA, of which I’m a member, recently commented that she sold 18 e-books and is feeling pretty good about it. (I have since upped my goal to 19.) 🙂

I have to say that it was agonizing to come up with the price. In fact, I lowered the price in between proofs, just because in my years and years of writing for free, it felt weird to charge anything at all. I know that the retailer is going to take a cut, and Book Baby is going to take a cut, which will likely leave me with just enough for lunch after a year. But a price? I’ve purchased e-books by major authors for $14.95. I’ve also purchased books for $.99. I know Virtually Yours is not $14.95 material. It’s also worth more than $.99. On the other hand, I can’t just give it away. I put in major effort, major time, and major money (in hiring a professional editor) to put this baby together.

I’m acquainted with authors who have tried “free-bie” days on Amazon just to up their downloads. While offering freebies will cause a momentary bump in activity (in one case, my friend had 16K downloads. 16K!), as soon as the giveaway day is over, the activity usually (and I could be proven wrong by some author somewhere) falls back down to nothing. And I wonder if giving it away for free helps. Do those who download free books actually read them? Or are they just participating in the freebie mentality? If it’s for free, maybe I should get it, just in case, the “just in case” never happening.

Personally, I love the books that I have purchased, and I have purchased tons of books, both physical and e-format. I’m also given tons of books for free, mostly in the hope that I’ll read and review. With very few exceptions – and there are a few – I am far more likely to read and cherish a book I’ve purchased.

My take is this: There is a value of words, of art, and of hard work. To give your art or product away consistently means you do not value your work. Why should anyone else value it if you don’t? McDonald’s serves crappy hamburgers (sorry, McDonald lovers, but I’m a food snob), yet they still charge for a cheeseburger. Cash money.

I have plenty of free material out there on the web. If you want to read me for free, you can. Virtually Yours (and the novels that will follow) can’t be free. There is too much blood and sweat involved. If you want to taste that blood and sweat, you’ll have to invest a little to experience it.

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Virtually Yours, for you Nook-sters.

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