July's been a busy month. Took the kids to the Rooster Teeth con in Austin. Did a lot of work for the Source. Took another freelance job that had me writing nine stories this month. And spent a week in Louisville helping Tori clean up (both literally and legally) her brother's estate, which was no fun at all.
You'll notice what I
did NOT write in that graf – That I worked on my book. Hell, I barely
had time to sleep. I scribbled ideas in a notebook, mostly about
motivation which, in retrospect, I had neglected in earlier versions.
But no actual writing except for the paycheck.
Right now I'm tired, and I'm sore pretty much everywhere. The freelance work was submitted yesterday, I have my "day job," the Source to take care of these two days, but other than that I'm mostly planning to rest. Then Monday – or I may give myself until Tuesday, I'm that tired – I'll finally get back to work.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
“People on the outside think there’s something magical about writing, that you go up in the attic at midnight and cast the bones and come down in the morning with a story, but it isn’t like that. You sit in back of the typewriter and you work, and that’s all there is to it.”
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Hmmm. More than eight months since I've posted anything here.
It's not like I haven't been working. In fact, quite the contrary. Just didn't feel like I had anything to say here. But that's kind of cheating. If you're a writer, you write.
So where do things stand?
The WIP is still IP, so to speak. In November I got Scurvy Dogs back from Eddie the Agent with some notes about what it needed. I saw what he meant, instantly realized he was right. How could I have thought it was ready? Big hole. Big problem with the story. I could see it clearly. So I went right to work on it, thinking I knew exactly what it needed. Several months later I found myself in the position of the mechanic who took the car engine apart, had the pieces spread all over the floor and couldn't quite recall how they went back together. It was a kind of scary moment. Then I reminded myself – "It's all about the hero journey. Every story is about the hero journey, and you know how that goes. So get busy!" (See Joseph Campbell if you need to know about the hero journey. Or just Google the phrase.)
Finally got a handle on it and it's almost done. All I need is some time.
Which of course is what I don't have a lot of. Still have to work for a living – the freelancing for the Source. And now I've added a second freelance job because who doesn't need a little more money. But that deadline is approaching so I'll be able to get that off my plate, the maybe I can concentrate on writing for me again.
Except Talk Like a Pirate Day is coming, as it does every year on Sept. 19, and that requires a little attention from me as well. But I have to make the book a priority or it'll never get done.
And I want it to get done.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Once a week, the anonymous book agent who's site it is posts part of an epically awful query he has received, along with the snarky comment he'd like to have sent back. There are plenty of sites that tell you how to write a query. (I recommend Query Shark, knowledgeable, sharp and funny.) Slushpile Hell is a weekly laugh and an example of what not to do. Ever.
It's amazing – just amazing – how clueless some would-be authors can be, overvaluing their ability or having such a tenuous grasp on reality. It's also surprising how many hopeful writers out there have been told to write their book by God or gods or other divine messengers. Others who seem to think it's the agent's job to give them assignments to write, which will then be sold for millions. ANd it's hard to read without thinking back about your own query and thinking, "I'm not like that, am I?" It can actually be reassuring. "Well, I may not have a publisher yet, but at least I'm not like thatguy!"
Here's a couple of examples from Slushpile Hell over the years.
Please. Please turn my novels into money. I possess a supreme talent. And I am no fool; I see how this has to be. With the right team behind me I could revolutionize literature and show consumers how there is still such a thing as soul in this soulless nation.
I, too, possess a supreme talent. I am able to read dozens of ill-conceived query letters each week without my head bursting into flames.
Please read my work. It will be the next great explosion.
I’ve read it. Explosion is precisely the word that comes to mind.
Every agent I’ve encountered thus far has been a complete idiot. Let’s see if you can prove you’re different by representing me and my book.
Stop. Your seductive charm is making me feel woozy.
And he occasionally has contests that are fun, and sometimes posts short lists of "advice." And anyone who actually needs the advice he offers needs a lot more than that. I'm thinking heavy medication is in order.
Publishing Tip of the Day!
5 things you may not want to say to an agent at a writers’ conference:
- "You look a lot thinner on your web site."
- "How are your kids doing? It was so cute how they surprised you with waffles for breakfast last Saturday. At least I think it was waffles, it was hard to tell from outside your window."
- "Is it true that agents are just frustrated writers?"
- "You know, you and I are the same blood type."
- "I’d like to share an important message with you from the Book of Mormon."
Publishing Tip of the Day!
3 things to leave out of your query package:
- A picture of you on a Harley, shirtless (you know who you are)
- A broken-heart necklace, with your name engraved on one half and a photo of yourself wearing the other half (engraved, of course, with the agent’s name)
- One of these toad-skinned purses: http://www.toadfactory.com/pursebag.html
WIP UPDATE: 961 words on Wednesday, just missed my quota. But it's going in a good place. I was happy with the day's work. I was even happier with the idea that hit me last night during dinner that I think resolves a potential problem I saw coming down the line and makes the whole thing a lot more interesting. In a way, Tori pointed out, this almost makes Brainiac Kapow a superhero. I definitely thinks it makes him more interesting.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Buy lotto tickets. If you don't win, you still have a little piece of paper. You can use that little slip of paper as a bookmark, and/or to take notes on. Reading and writing is always good advice for any fledgling author.
Pseudonymous Bosch is the pen name of the author of The Secret Series, a five-book young adult series that breaks most of the rules but succeeds wildly because it knows and understands the one secret (a key word in the series) of novel writing – know your audience and entertain them.
The title of the first book in the series is The Name of This Book is Secret. The author spends the first 15 to 20 pages telling the readers NOT to read the book. It's too dangerous. He's not going to tell reveal the name of the city the story happens in, or the name of the school, or even the name of the characters, because the readers might figure out where it happened and that information could prove fatal.
They're five amazing mystery adventures in which three middle school kids do battle with a worldwide conspiracy that will stop at nothing – Nothing! – in their quest for the secret to everlasting life. The stories are wild, completely implausible, unpredictable. Kids love them.
He interrupts the stories repeatedly with asides, footnotes, digressions and, at one point a five-page comic book showing him writing the novels by dictating them to a pet rabbit while his cat offers sarcastic commentary. He also has suggestions for how to disguise your copies of the book so people won't know you're reading them.
He warns his fans in the UK that bookstores there are about to do a special promotion, selling the five volumes of the series at an amazing discount, which could be disastrous because more people would have them, and urges his readers to rush to their bookstores and buy up all the copies before they get into wider distribution.
The bit of advice to young writers at the top of this post came from the site, part of a longer discussion in which he advises readers that the three rules of fiction writing are "Lie, Cheat and Steal." And makes the case.
Pseudonymous Bosch knows kids. Knows the kind of story they like, knows what makes them laugh, what catches their attention, what keeps them turning pages. The whole thing is a joke – and he and his young readers are both in on it, them against the world.
WIP UPDATE – Tuesday's total, 1,037 words. Total to date, 12,778 words. I just keep following the story.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
It was an interesting couple of days on Brainiac Kapow, even though I didn't get much actual work done. Sometimes just thinking can be productive.
After a couple of days of knocking out at least a thousand words a day, I got sidetracked, but I think it was useful sidetrackery. I wrote precisely 74 words Sunday, then had work to do for the Source. We also went to the library, where I ended up checking out four middle grade and YA titles. Different styles, different voices, different ways of telling a story. A library card is a vital tool for someone trying to learn the craft of writing.
Monday I took a day off both from the Source and my WIP. I tried to, anyway. Tori and I saw a movie ("Ender's Game," it was OK, but in telescoping the story down, they left out an awful lot of what made the book so good. If you hadn't read it, you'd wonder what all the fuss was about.) I ended up writing one story for the Source late Monday, because somebody had to do it. But mostly it was a relaxing day. I kind of needed that.
But even though I wasn't pounding away on the keyboard, I spent a lot of timing thinking about Who Is Brainiac Kapow? I suspect there's nothing unusual about that. All authors obsess, don't they? (Please sayt yes, that's normal.) I was worried about the tone of the book, is it too serious? Am I telling the story I planned to tell?
This morning when I woke up, all the doubts were gone. Or, may be that's not the right way to put it. I still have questions, but I won't know the answers until I finish the draft. And that's a good feeling. The answer's there, I just have to find it. And there's only one way to do that – straight ahead, keep writing.
WIP UPDATE – 11,750 words after writing the 74 words Sunday. They weren't great words, but they were needed, they added something to the chapter I thought I'd finished. I realized it was the only place for the character Jett to explain how she feels about her real name. They work.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Some great advice this morning at The Kill Zone. A discussion of how to face the harsh realities of the author game without becoming despondent or cynical or throwing your pen across the room and giving up.
It comes down to remembering why you write – because you love it, because you wouldn't do anything else. Because you get caught up in the thrill of discovering a story and exploring the worlds you invent with the characters you create. Not because you're looking for an easy way to get rich. We all hope we will, or at least we hope it'll help us pay the bills. But remember, it ain't easy, and the odds are stacked against us. We all hope we'll be the one. Just don't borrow money from the mob based on your estimate of future writing wealth.
Dream big, but do the math.
He also talks about the luck factor. You can't control luck, but you can tilt those odds in your favor by working hard, learning your craft, being productive, being brutally honest with yourself. Then, when luck saunters by, minding it's own business, you'll be positioned to mug it and rifle its pockets for opportunities.
WIP UPDATE – Saturday was terrific. Wrote 2,551 words, boosting the total of the first draft to 11,667. It was material that I really like, although I have no idea if it will remain in the book. I think it was stuff I needed to know as the author. I'm not sure yet whether the readers will need to know it. But either way, I had fun writing it, so even if in a few months I end up cutting it, it won't have been a waste of time.