Archive for the ‘Publishing’ Category

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Cover Art Conundrum…

October 1, 2011

I haven’t written here in awhile because I’ve been back to work as a teacher and it has been CRAZY busy.

But I did see something recently that inspired me to crack open a new blog post here on my writing blog.

I am a participant on goodreads.com, love writing book reviews for the books I read. Well, I read this fun (yet silly) romance novel called Hard & Fast. It has a chiseled guy on the cover, wearing jeans and nothing else–and it turns out it is 20th out of 338 on a list somebody made up entitled ‘hottest guy on the cover’.

I don’t know why, but the very thought of such a list has tickled my funny bone. I knew marketing was important…back blurb, title, cover…but this seems to be taking it to a whole new level. My book doesn’t just need a splash of colour, a unique design. It needs…

EYE CANDY!

RIPPLING ABS!

PANTS BARELY HANGING ON AT THE HIP BONES!

So it made me wonder…my novel’s a historical mystery with a dash of romantic quirkiness. A year ago, I would have said, put Colin Firth on the front in his Mr. Darcy uniform & it’s good to go…but now I wonder. You can’t see his abs beneath that button down jacket and his ruffled shirt!

Mr. Darcy, where are your chiseled abs?!

So now I’m picturing…a younger, leaner Colin Firth type-look-alike, sans cravat, waistcoat, ruffled shirt, totally shirtless with gleaming, hairless, muscular chest, standing cockily against a Palladian manse, in a pair of white button down pants (teasingly unbuttoned at the top, barely held up), with gleaming knee high leather riding boots, holding a horse whip in one hand and a bottle of Madeira in the other…

Well? Would you buy my book now?

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Searching for Crit Partners…How? Who? Where? Why?

April 13, 2011

In a few short months (like two) I will be finished my novel. At least that’s the plan. Lately I’ve been writing like a fiend to make this happen, not because anyone’s making me do it, but because I made this #writegoal for myself and I intend to keep it. It’s the whole point of setting a writing goal: so I honour my commitment to myself.

And truly, it seems quite possible I’ll do it…the end is in sight…! *applause* *cheering*

Already I’m thinking about how it will feel to finally cross that finish line, to write the last, pithy line to a 10 year labour of love. I expect I’ll cry a little, do a little dance, tweet it out, facebook it, call everyone I know and shout it to the rooftops: I DID IT!

Then, after about five minutes of that, I’ll turn my attention to stage 2. Editing.

How I wish I could just press ‘send’ and have my novel magically appear in the #1 spot of the best sellers list! But, alas, it is not that easy. After sweating and bleeding out a first draft…I now must sweat and bleed out a second draft.

Editing.

Ok. So I can do a spell check no problem, I can probably even plug enough caffine into my system to work my way though a grammar check (they’re, their, there…who, whom…its, it’s–finding these in a block of text is the best cure for insomnia, I swear!).

But as to the rest of it–I could honestly use some help!

Someone who can read it through and is willing to say more than just: great! well done! I love it! Because they don’t want to make me feel bad.

I need honest input. I need someone who will tell me great, well done, I love it–AND also pick it apart, tear it to shreds, tell me everything that’s wrong with it–so that I can fix it and make it better!

These are the things I need them to tell me:

You said he took off his jacket. So how can he put the letter in his jacket pocket later on?

I can’t understand who’s saying what in this dialogue! Is the the guy? the girl? the dog? Who?!

This scene makes no sense. Why is he telling a ghost story? Who cares?

THEN I can finally see about getting it published…!

So…who do I get to do this? Sure, I can lasso my family and friends into doing it. But there’s obvious limits to that. They don’t want to hurt my feelings, for one. And I don’t want them to feel beholdened to me to do it just because I ask, that’s two.

But if I want someone else to do it (for free), someone I’m not related to or know well…how do I figure that out? Do I randomly select names from the phonebook? Do I put a help wanted sign up at the local grocery store?!

I know Twitter’s writing community is probably a good place to find critique readers, but…and here’s the rub: HOW DO I TRUST THESE PEOPLE? No offence, but I only know you from your tweets, your twitter name and your profile picture (which could be photoshopped, for gods sake!). Yes, I’ve built up relationships with some fabulous people on Twitter …but….but…

Can I ask them for a resume? References?

My novel is my baby! It’s like the first time I sent my child to daycare. It was tough to let go, but I knew I had given a lot of thought into my decision and it was sound. I did the research, toured the facility, met everyone , got references, talked to those who also had brought their babies there before…

Does this hold true to the writing world?

Writers, how did you find your crit partners and beta readers? If you’ve been down this road and survived, can you help a sister-in-writing out here and let me in on your secret?!

THANKS!

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Self Promoting Without Cringing?

July 8, 2010


I’ve decided to try out Social Oomph to help manage my ‘on-line productivity’. Essentially, it lets you write Tweets ahead of time and program when they will be magically revealed…I’m using it to send out  the occasional ‘promotional’ blog tweet (for when I get back from holiday), highlighting some previous blogs/comics that haven’t been seen in awhile.

So I’m sitting here typing out a mass of promotional tweets…and I feel like my own ad-man. Its not a comfortable feeling. It’s like I’m putting adverts out hither and yon, so when your driving down the information highway you see:

Billboard #1: Hey Everybody! Come visit my blog!

Billboard #2: For a good time, come visit my blog!

Billboard #3: Did you see the sign? Did you visit my blog yet?

Billboard #4:Why haven’t you visited my blog yet?!

Billboard #5: Hey, You! Yes, You! You need to get your butt over to my blog!

Well, you get the idea…

It’s not just due to Social Oomph. Anytime I send out an ‘updated blog post!’ notice I experience the same feeling of self-consciousness….the Self-Promotional Heebie Jeebies…

I kind of just make myself write the thing, then close my eyes and click ‘send’…because of course I want readers. I write to be read, preferably now, when I’m alive. I’m certainly no Emily Dickinson, scribbling feverishly behind closed doors, hiding it all in a shoebox to be revealed after I’m dead…

And therein lies the crux. I want you to read this, but I don’t want to push it on you. I want you to know about this…but I don’t want to be impolite and bring it up all the time.

There seems to be a fine line between being a self-promotional Guerrilla Girl with the requisite moxie and derring-do to stand out from the crowd and be heard…and being an obnoxious, obvious pusher of ME ME ME. (How many promotional tweets is ‘too many’, for instance? Is one a day okay? Two?) It’s a line I don’t know how to walk very well just yet.  So I’ve been erring on the side of caution. (Perhaps too much caution?)

So far, I’ve been watching to see how others manage it, to get a sense of what’s considered okay or the norm. I also think building relationships is key, as is participating in the the writing community at large. You get to know and be known that way. Social media should be more than just pushing your own ideas; it’s a conversation. A dialogue, not a monologue.

When it comes time to publish my novel, whether as an indie or traditional, I know I’m going to have dig in and do even more self promotion. I hope it gets easier with practice. It seems to. Twitter and blogging have certainly made me build up my promotional muscles…and maybe Social Oomph will help me get an even more flattering self-promotional figure…

But if you’ve any suggestions on how I can do this without cringing, I’d love to know!

PS. This blog by Jody Hedlund (@JodyHedlund) inspired my own reflection on this matter.

PPS. Her blog is I also where I first came across the terrifying idea of hosting your own ‘themed book launch party’…

PPPS. If, by chance, one day I have to give my own ‘theme launch party’ I’ve decided its going to be an all out Regency Extravaganza with me in my best Jane Austen-esque ball gown, a buffet of Regency delicacies (like turtle soup), a whist card table in one corner (gambling optional), an open bar in the other (port, cordial & sherry mostly, with perhaps some home-brew Raspberry cordial), and quadrille dance lessons every quarter hour!

PPPPS  This is another helpful blog I’ve found re: authors using social media by C. Hope Clark (@hopeclark)

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#teasertuesday a.k.a Putting It Out There…

June 28, 2010

I came across @Madison_Woods’ idea of #teasertuesday 2 days ago and decided on the spur of the moment to participate. I’ve never, ever put my novel on-line before. The only person who’s read any of it is my husband and my best friend Jen…so this is a big step.

It was hard to pick a selection. My book is a ‘comedic Regency mystery’. It’s a bit of a soap opera; a bit of a send up as it pays loving homage to Jane Austen’s era. It also has a lot of plot twists and so I had to find a scene that didn’t give too much away…

This scene occurs early on in the book, when we (as readers) first meet the Rutherford family at their dinner party…

(*Deep breath*. Here it goes…)

Eight o’clock that evening saw me standing in the Rutherford’s green chintz drawing room in their town home on Brook Street, doing my duty by my aunt.

“He’s the second son of a Viscount,” I was telling Miss Jane Rutherford, somewhat manic with my enthusiasm. “Pleasant looking. Moral.  Income of a thousand pounds. Attended Cambridge. Very intelligent. Speaks six languages. Has traveled widely in the east and has recently returned from an excursion to Turkey. He will be looking for a wife next Season.” She was to meet him next Saturday, six months before the Season even started. A perfect plan.

Miss Rutherford, of course, was only half listening, looking past me to the window, which was dark and showed our reflections. We were both brunette, and clad in vibrant colours: hers, blue, mine green. Each of us wore silver pendant earrings that dangled at the slightest movement as well as a cross necklace. My aunt had bought us a similar set, in an effort to bring us closer.

“Fine,” she said, bored.

Her brother, William Rutherford, neared us then, ready as usual to rescue his sister from my bad influence. Of course he was looking well—dark haired, dark eyed, refined—but then his looks had never been the problem.

He had barely greeted us when Jane’s mother beckoned her from across the room, a rather obvious ploy. We all shared a glance (her hopes for her son and I being totally transparent from the start) before Jane went off and Mr. Rutherford and I made dutiful small talk, alone.

“Well, well,” he said, with a tight little smile. “Second son of a Viscount. My mother is ecstatic.”

“I’m pleased to hear it,” I returned with deliberate sweetness.

“Of course my sister is not as impressionable. She is not as easily swayed by a thousand pounds and a family estate in Hertfordshire—as you well know.”

“Yes,” I agreed, “but she may take an interest in his collection of eastern artifacts, which is considered to be very fine.”

“Perhaps,” he allowed, grimly.”But I wouldn’t reckon on it.”

“Their mutual interests could very well engender mutual regard and affection,” I insisted—sounding, even to myself, ridiculous. I no more believed that than he did.

“A love match?” He scoffed.

“Of course.”

“A happy ending?” He scoffed again.

“Why not?” I countered, somewhat gruffly. “Does she not deserve it?”

Surely, he couldn’t find fault with that line of reasoning but he still looked displeased, as usual—the man always looked pained around me, as if he had a burr in his boots. And he was at the ready again to make comment–.

Thank god his friends arrived then, interrupting our dispute with their apologetic entrance. Living in Holburn, they were often the last to arrive.

Mr. Murray was an attractive, disheveled Scotsmen with bright eyes and a deep voice, who greeted me with his usual warm enthusiasm. His wife also gave me a gusty hello. She was an energetic, dark-haired pixie who no doubt had her husband’s neck cloth as taunt as a bow string upon leaving the house. Two minutes later, he would have rumpled it like sack cloth. Same with his hair.

Naturally personable, they gathered everyone round and started to rave about The Merchant of Venice, which they’d seen at Drury Lane last week—filling in each others sentences, how cute!

Theirs was obviously a love match.

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I Need A Business Cap…

June 4, 2010

Here’s a quote from Twitter that struck me awhile back: It’s by Colleen Lindsay, a lit agent in New York City. On May 31, she wrote:

“Writing may be an art, but publishing is a business. It’s best that writers remember that.”

Well, heck! No wonder I’ve been having panic attacks about query letters and story pitches, about trying to ‘sell’ my writing! It’s because I’m an artist! A writer! A dreamer! Not a business person!

I have a writing cap. There is no business cap in my closet.

But I really, really need to get one, it seems. (Can you get them off E-bay I wonder?). Not just for when its time to ‘pitch’ my novel (which isn’t done yet). But for now. Right now.

For my blog.

I started my blog on a lark, for ‘fun’. Then I went on Twitter, primarily to connect and share (which has been great! I love the Twitter writing community!)…but of course I wanted to get my ‘blog’ out there so the masses could appreciate my pithy commentary and sense of humor re: the writing craft….

Before I joined Twitter I had about 7 readers (friends, friend-of-friends and family). Then I went on Twitter and I had a one-day spike of 20 (20! Do a happy dance!), but that leveled off immediately to about…7 readers (and a big thank you to you all, my loyal follows, i.e. friends, friends-of-friends, and family).

My husband has encouraged me to tweet every time I put out a new blog post, which I started doing (feeling awkward, I’ll admit). But even still there’s only about…7 readers!

Maybe I need to tweet something like “Naked Pictures of Brad Pitt!”. That’ll bring the traffic in for certain…but they’ll all hate me forever once they realize I don’t have any blurry shots of Brad skinny dipping in Italy. And then no one will ever tweet me or visit my blog site ever, ever again. Not to mention Brad Pitt will probably sue me….

See why I need a business cap? Even a used one?

Hey, maybe Colleen Lindsay will lend me hers for a small fee…

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Procrastination Is Its Own Art Form

May 26, 2010

Instead of working on my novel, I decided to muck about drafting query letters and one sentence story pitches, with the understanding that this activity might give my writing renewed focus (rather than, say, giving me an anxiety attack).

So here’s my one sentence story pitch (with thanks to Nathan Bransford, who I’m coming to adore, in spite of his being one of those scary lit agents)…

Here’s his template for a one sentence story pitch:
When OPENING CONFLICT happens to CHARACTER(s), they have OVERCOME CONFLICT to COMPLETE QUEST.

And here’s my version:
When Caroline Honeychurch discovers that her dead husband may in fact be alive, she has to sift through their difficult past—while navigating an increasingly complicated present—to figure out what the heck really happened to him.

Hmmm. Still needs more work. Guess I know what I’m doing for the rest of the day!

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Tedious—But Necessary, I Suppose

May 25, 2010

I keep reading in these ‘publishing tips’ about how I have to have my spelling & grammar perfect when I submit my manuscript. How I’d better know my ‘who’ from ‘whom’ and have my ‘its/it’s’ in line.  (Not to mention my already/all ready, and affect/effect…Am I the only one who can’t remember the differences?)

Personally, I’m inclined to put them all up on a dart board. Swoosh! Bullseye! Looks like I’m using ‘whom’ today!

To me, this is the least enjoyable part of writing. I’m into ideas, mood, flow, texture. Not the boring, technical stuff.

Thank god spell-checker takes care of my spelling! As for the grammar, it if looks good, sounds goods, I’m inclined to give it a grinning thumbs up…

Looks like I will have to change my attitude once my first draft’s done and I start revising (uh…whenever that is….)…

Is it wrong that I’m a writer and yet I have little interest in the (tedious!) fundamentals of the English language?

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A Sucker for Punishment

May 24, 2010


I started following some publishing types on Twitter, just to see what kind of things they are into…and while they are clearly reasonable folk, with very pertinent advice about writing and publishing…they are also TOTALLY SCARING ME.

It’s not enough just to write the dang book. Then you have to ‘pitch’ it…meaning you throw it at the feet of of a literary agent, as you try to woo them through a perfectly crafted 1 page query letter …

I think about drafting a query letter (with its picture perfect spelling, grammar, word choice, length, focus and ‘personal touch’ quotient) and my eyes glaze over as I go: ahhhhhh!

So you can see I just broke my own rule about mixing publishing with writing (see previous blog: “Publish? Perish?”).   Yes, now I have a tummy ache.

But does that mean I’ll quit following the publishing people on Twitter? Probably not.

I can’t seem to help myself. It’s like rubber-necking at an accident site. I just gotta do it, even though it gives me a bad case of the shakes…

I did say earlier that I think most writers are inherently masochists…

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Publish? Perish?

April 28, 2010

The eventual goal once I’m finished my novel is to publish it.  Of course, I have mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, I want to share and communicate my ideas with other people. (Preferably for pay. Preferably with an elite publishing co.) I want to ‘get my writing out there’ so my hard work and vision can be fully appreciated. (Hopefully.)

But then I start to think: once it’s ‘out there’, people I know might read it. Co-workers. Friends. Family. What are their opinions going to be? Or rather, how will I ever face them again after they’ve read a certain section?!?

So you start to self-edit. Ok, you start thinking. Can’t have that relationship scene in there, it’s too personal. Got to change how that character looks or everyone will recognize it as so-and-so. Can’t have any sex in it either, so you’d better cut the scene in the stables with the riding crop…

Next thing you know, you’ve lost all your juice because now you’re worried about ‘what people think’.

Natalie Goldberg once said something like: “When you’re writing, focus on writing. When you’re publishing, focus on publishing.” I agree with her: mixing both is a bit like mixing coffee with tequila shots.  Best not do it, or you’re going to upset your stomach…

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