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I’m closing in on completing a middle-grade novel revision and even though I’ve re-worked and polished plenty of manuscripts prior to this one, I think this is my first true revision.

(Whoa. My FIRST one?! That seems kinda . . . pathetic!)

I feel like I finally “get” certain advice for revising that I’ve often heard before–whether at writers’ conferences or from friends or from books. I’m sure you know the advice I mean–things like Jane Yolen saying revision means RE-visioning your story. Tons of writers and editors repeating that true revision is much more than polishing, or even than improving the flow of the story, or fleshing it out.

So many editors and agents at conferences mention finding promising manuscripts that need work. They offer some revision notes, and then their hearts sink when the writer shoots the “revised” work back to them a week or two later. (::coughs nervously . . . Ahem! Not that I know anything about that.::)

Or they tell the flip-side–the happier ending story. I remember hearing agent Tracey Adams recounting one of these experiences. I’ve forgotten who the writer was, but Ms. Adams critiqued her manuscript at a conference, then asked to see the whole thing, then offered revision notes. And she didn’t hear another word from that writer for . . . I think it was six months. Maybe a year? Anyhoo– the writer had read the notes and then thought about them for weeks and then realized she had to re-write her whole manuscript. From scratch. When it came back to Adams Literary, they were thrilled to offer her representation.

Not that I now think all manuscripts have to be completely re-written. And I’m sure that as you progress as a writer, the draft that intially comes out is closer and closer to your original vision. At least, I like to think so. ::whimpers::

But as I wind up a revision that included so much re-writing I feel like I’ve written a new manuscript, even though the core of the story is the same, I feel like a big wave of OHHHHH! I get it now! has finally washed over me. It’s exciting. Exhausting too, but mostly exciting.

Holy freaking COW! It’s been since FEBRUARY?! I haven’t posted to this blog in four months? Whoa.

My personal life crisis knocked me down and squashed me flat. I already knew this, of course, but it’s strange to see it play out by discovering how far it knocked me away from things I love.

In the past four months I HAVE re-booted my fiction writing life, though, even if I haven’t been posting here about it.

And now I’m ready to jump back into the larger online conversations about children’s writing and publishing. What better way to jump back in than with a good friend’s good news?

One of my closest writing pals–Audrey Vernick–has a new picture book out, as of this week! It’s charming and fun and engaging and the illustrator for it, Daniel Jennewein, just makes it perfect.

I’m so glad for them both!

And glad to be back.

Feeling like a phony

And the word phony is bobbing around in my mind lately because of the passing of J.D Salinger. Whose THE CATCHER IN THE RYE was given to me by my big brother when I was only eleven years old. “Read this book! You have to read this, Dorth!”

I couldn’t really dig into it at the age of 11. In fact, it sort of . . . scared me. Of course I read it and was enthralled at a later age, but before this opening tangent veers completely off the internet rails, let me get back on topic.

Me– feeling like a phony. How? As a writer. Here on this blog which is supposedly centered on my writing life, and also in my day-to-day offline life. Why?

BECAUSE I HAVE NOT ACTUALLY WRITTEN ANY NEW FICTION IN MORE THAN A YEAR.

Wha..? Really? It’s been that long? Sheesh. I know, I know– I’ve been almost overwhelmed by Big Life Issues that knocked me down and sat on me for months.

But still . . . I have a bad habit of not writing– of thinking about writing and talking about writing and reading about writing and even writing all sorts of other things than my fiction. I think I’m not alone in this– other writers have confessed to me that they spend too much time and energy on other activities when they could be writing.

But more than a year?! That’s too long. It’s too long because deep down, one of the things I want to do more than anything in my life is write great stories. Great, fun, entertaining stories that also have “something underneath” as Madeleine L’Engle put it.

So I’m going to get back to that. This very day. Another agent has expressed interest–revision notes kind of interest–in one of my MG manuscripts, and even though part of me would like to start something brand spankin’ new, I still love that manuscript, and know it is missing something, so I’ll give revision a go and see if I can add what needs to be added.

And then, I WILL WRITE SOMETHING NEW.

I’m not much for New Year’s resolutions (except for commitments like “have more fun” or “try a new thing once a week” And of course, “finally beat Psychobilly Freakout on Hard on Guitar Hero 2″) but I think maybe I should make one for this blog. Namely: UPDATE IT MORE THAN ONCE A MONTH.

Sheesh.

Acksherlly, I have often thought of shutting this journal down. I tried hiding it for awhile, but WordPress leaves up a page that says something like “You are not permitted to read this journal” which I didn’t want.

But every time I come here, thinking I’ll go ahead and delete it, I reread a bit and think “No! I really like what I’ve written. And I’ve had fun writing it. And there is some truly useful info here in my archives.” (Especially in the Conferences category.) Plus, I don’t like the idea of erasing myself, pretending like my history didn’t really happen.

Not that that would be my goal in taking it down. It’s just that, as I’ve said before–so please bear with my repetitive self–internet writing, whether on blogs or message boards or Twitter can suck up too much energy and time. At least for someone like me who has long been fascinated with and amused by online socializing and discussion.

And I don’t think there’s much marketing benefit, or even networking benefit, to investing a lot of time and work in a blog before you have a book coming out. Your time, energy and focus are so much better spent on writing fiction more often.

But I like it here.

So I think I will make a resolution. I’ll update at least twice a month–writing about whatever seems fun or intriguing. Maybe go back to my original idea of making it a bit broader than just the writing and pub biz for young readers– more of a true online journal.

Fa-la-la-la-LAAAA

I love the holiday season. I always have. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, wondering where my deep-rooted enjoyment of this time of year comes from. Because when I was a child, even though I hankered for this:

What I usually experienced was much close to Donkey’s line in Shrek the Halls, “Christmas ain’t Christmas until somebody cries.”

This morning, as I contemplated posting about a new Christmas lights idea we tried this year, it occured to me that the holiday season can inspire, or comfort, or delight even though you might be suffering, because the good things about the holidays are good in themselves: the aroma of homemade sugar cookies promises a delicious moment; giving well-chosen gifts to loved ones or food to the hungry is rewarding; outside light displays brighten our hearts as well as the darkness.

As I write it, it seems so obvious. “Duh! Dot. Cookies=good. Lights light up the dark.” But I think it was much easier for child-me to appreciate and be nourished by the sparkle and joy of this time of year, even with storms brewing at home. Adult-me is sometimes too ready to slip on some gray-colored lenses, dimming all the glitter. Or else, even while baking those mouth-wateringly good cookies, to complain and whine about the million bajillion things I still have to do.

Aaaannd that’s enough with the thinky thoughts. On to the fa-la-la-la-lights! I like to try new things with our outdoor light display each year, and when I saw this on Lifehacker

Lighted Christmas Balls I thought I’d give them a try. But Home Depot didn’t have any strings of lights! Can you believe that? So I didn’t buy the chicken wire or the fishing line either, because that’s how I roll when I’m aggravated. Instead, I remembered a post about turning tomato cages into Christmas trees and I already have tomato cages, so we did that instead (after buying more light strings at a store that sells them DURING THE HOLIDAYS. YES, I’M SHOUTING. AT YOU, HOME DEPOT.)

Ahem. Anyhoodle, this is what we made:

And it was easy and fun and now it’s shiny and glittering and that’s what I’m focussing on. Right? Bring me more shiny things. Also, cookies.

From The Fire in Fiction: passion, purpose, and techniques to make your novel great.

By Donald Maass

A friend highly recommended this book months ago, and I bought it right away, but am only now getting around to reading it. And should probably read the whole thing before posting about it. But I can’t help myself. I wanted to jump online and at least mention some very helpful passages from the Introduction.

In said intro, Maass discusses what sets apart lackluster books from those that “effortlessly lift off”,where the authors are “at the top of their game.” He says that in his thirty year career, he’s seen authors fall into two broad categories, “those whose desire is to be published, and those whose passion is to spin stories.” He calls the two groups “status seekers” and “storytellers.”

He writes, “Some want to know how to make their manuscripts acceptable. If I do this and I do that, will I be okay? When I hear that question my heart sinks a little. That is a status seeker talking.

A storyteller, by contrast, is more concerned with making his story the best story that it can be, with discovering the levels and elements that are missing, and with understanding the techniques needed to make it all happen.”

And about writers further on in their careers, he says, “. . . status seekers will grumble about publishers, spend on self-promotion . . . and expound as experts on getting ahead. They change agents, obsess over trunk projects, write screenplays. . . . Story tellers are different. Storytellers look not to publishers to make them successful, but to themselves. They wonder how to top themselves with each new novel.”

I’m ashamed to admit I’ve had my own poisonous moments of being a status seeker, of choosing to tangle myself in the webs of HOW TO. How to query, how to conference, how to network, how to avidly follow the market. Which I think is understandable, especially when you’re first starting out, trying to get your work published. But Maass’s perspective was eye-opening for me. Or maybe it’s heart-opening. Because underneath all those tangles, what I really care about is the story. And I don’t want to lose my focus on it.

Betsy Lerner has a blog!

How did I miss I this? I know I’ve been away for some months, but she’s had it for over a year. And it is MADE OF AWESOME. Much like her fabulously helpful and heartening book, THE FOREST FOR THE TREES. Which is one of the few books about the writing/publishing biz that I didn’t donate to the local library’s book sale after I read it. Except I think her blog might be even funnier. Definitely one of my new faves.

It’s over on my blogroll but here’s another handy link: Betsy Lerner: The Forest for the Trees.

First, let me say the dust is beginning to clear in my family life, things are stabilizing and getting much better. So I’m able to rev my writing life back up.

Now that NO ONE is reading this blog due to my absence, heh.

But in addition to my SCBWI article being published while I was offline, I also sold a story to Story Station. It’s called “Ghost Walk in Gatlinburg.” Can you guess what it’s about? Huh? Can you? Or click the link and read . . .

IF YOU DARE.

 

(In the recent SCBWI Bulletin) I have to pop in to thank everyone for the comments on it. Thank you so much. I can’t wait until my life clears a bit and I can click over and read your blogs.

Unfortunately for me, my article was published at the same time as a major crisis occurred in my family life. I haven’t even cracked the cover of that issue of the Bulletin, and wasn’t able to read your comments here on my blog until today.  But they cheered me, shining little gleams of light into one of life’s dark moments, so thanks again for taking the time to make them.

Woops! Hiatus

This blog is on one! And I didn’t even realize it until I got another comment recently. (thanks, Tracy!) Summertime and some other things are bustin’ out all over and keeping me away from Our Beloved Internets. But I shall return! “I’ll be bahk.” In about a week, I think, I’ll have enough time to post my oh so compelling thoughts about writing.

The other day, I wrote about how rejection can be actively good for writers, can really help teach us important, vital things about our work.

That’s the new place I’m in, for the most part. I’m learning all the time from my previous rejections. I feel like, in a way, I’m suddenly learning, seeing big lessons that I wasn’t open to (for whatever reason) earlier,  about what makes stories work or fail. I read books that I know were rejected a lot before publication and now I sometimes understand why. At least, a little better. As opposed to a year or so ago, when all I could see was the good stuff in the manuscript, and I was fuddled as to why it got rejected so much, when it had so much worthwhile going on.

Although I still think, as I wrote some time ago, that one of the worst things about rejection is that they can rob you of the fun.

But rejections also confuse me. Perhaps they always will. And I think it’s one of the very worst things about them, they can throw you off, throw you so hard that it’s painfully difficult to get back up.  When you’ve written something you know has a lot of merit, and agents or editors even tell you it has a lot of merit in various ways, and it gets repeatedly rejected while mediocre manuscripts get published, it can be confounding in a damaging way.

And THAT’S when you have to turn your blind eyes. All the old saws about perseverance– that’s when you need them handy. Keep going, keep writing, keep submitting, but if you aren’t learning anything from your rejections–ignore them. Because this is a publishing business that says it wants page-turning, compelling fantasy stories with a fresh, inventive world, and characters you care about, that then repeatedly rejects something like Cindy Pon’s SILVER PHOENIX  . . .silver_phoenix_cover-2

…WHICH HAS ALL THOSE THINGS.

And I’m picking that title almost at random. We all know many stories of compelling manuscripts that struggled to break through the publishing gate.

So learn what you can from your rejections, be open to learning from them. But if they make little to no sense, try to tune them out. And above all, keep writing.

Writers are often told to ask themselves what does their main character want. What does he or she want in a big overarching, through-the-whole-manuscript way, and also what does he or she want in this chapter, in this scene, in this moment. And to keep in mind the concomitant questions of what then gets in the way of what your main character wants. What obstacles do you, the writer, put in his or her way? How will he or she overcome those obstacles?

Blah, blah, blah-de-blah.

Just kidding! I think these are useful questions. It’s just that they’re referred to SO MUCH. Plus, I love some books that aren’t driven all that hard by WHAT THE MAIN CHARACTER WANTS AND WHAT THEN GETS IN THE WAY.

But I’m drifting from my topic.

I realized recently that in fantasy fiction, what the main character wants is NOT usually the engine powering the story. It’s all about what the antagonist, the Big Bad Guy (or Gal) wants. And the more specific and particular the villain’s desire, the better.  Voldemort wants Harry dead. Darth Vader wants to crush the Rebellion. The Cylons want to exterminate humanity on Battlestar Galactica. The Master on Buffy The Vampire Slayer (first season) wants to be freed.  Sauron wants one special, sparkly ring.

And stories where the antagonist’s desire is less specific, or more diffuse, are often weaker overall.

So lately, I’m asking myself more questions about my bad guys and gals. Who are they and what do they want. That is, ahem, after I actually put a bad guy in one of my manuscripts. Yes! I wrote a fantasy novel that doesn’t have a Big Bad (although it does have plenty of conflict and obstacles.) But that’s a topic for a different post.

Ha HA! Not really, of course. He’s much too charming.  But last week, he posted a post to his blog that was equal parts inspiring and disturbing. The Friday Nights Lights post. Did you see it?

I’ve never seen that TV show, although I enjoyed the book it’s based on. And I also enjoyed Nathan Bransford’s go-get-’em talk: We got a big submission Friday night, and the publishers out there are going through some hard times. They want to see your submissions sparkling! They want perfection, and as the literary agent of this here team I aim to give it to ‘em! It’s time to look deep inside yourself and step up yer game!

A lot. It dovetails with the way I’ve been feeling about my work lately, wanting to go deeper, to open up, pull out the stops, yay team, go, go, GO!’

BUT (and I’m unsure how to change the font size over here on WordPress so everyone can see my big butt– yes! the same old joke! AGAIN. Because that’s how I roll.)

I am disturbed, troubled, saddened by Mr. B’s statements: Publishers right now want the surest of sure things that are so sure it beats surety over its sure head. And agents have to adjust what they take on accordingly.

I don’t know if you’ve heard this news either, but there are very few sure bets in this business. So editors have to be really really really really really really convinced that they want to invest in a project in order to take it on . . .

Am I troubled for my own manuscripts’ sake? Nah. Not really. I’m troubled as a reader, not so much as a writer. My father is an artist– a painter, as well as ceramicist — and one of the vital things I learned about all art forms from him is that art, especially great art, stands out in a unique way. Is pretty much the opposite of “the surest of sure things.” It’s fresh like ice water, a little painful. It’s hard to understand maybe at first glance. It breaks rules, surprises expectations, defies them even.

And how can it possibly break through in a publishing environment as cautious and fearful as this?


Last night,  I attended my local Joseph-Beth bookstore’s Supernatural Summer Tour, featuring Melissa Marr, Kelley Armstrong and Kim Harrison:

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These are the first YA novels for Kim Harrison and Kelley Armstrong, which is perhaps why I wasn’t familiar with them. ::squints suspiciously at the kids in the back of the blog whispering “or maybe it’s because you’re clueless, Dot”::

Someone told me Kim Harrison is local to the Cincy area, which is perhaps why all the seats for the pre-signing Q and A were taken a full 30 minutes before the authors appeared:

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If you’re not aware of it, this is a somewhat conservative area of the country, so I was surprised to see a man in a kilt at the signing

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I found out later that he’d attended a previous signing by Kim Harrison and she’d asked him to wear his kilt next time.

And that’s all I know about that.

Melissa was the author I was most interested to hear, having followed her writing journey since reading an early short story of hers in Tim Pratt‘s Flytrap. And I wish I’d gotten a better pic, but I was pretty far back in the crowd:

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On to my notes from the Q and A–

The only other YA booksigning I’ve attended featured Holly Black and Cassandra Clare and I don’t remember them once being asked the famously tried (and tired) question, “Where do you get your ideas?” But last night, all three authors were repeatedly asked this, either in general, or more specifically, eg, “Where did you get your idea to use tattoos?” That one was for Melissa Marr and she replied that she’s obsessed with them; she sees tattoos as stories without words.

Kelley Armstrong was asked where did she get the idea for a main character that sees ghosts and she replied that she thought it was very creepy, plus a great power to give a teenager because it’s something no teen would want.

Both Kelley Armstrong and Kim Harrison frequently mentioned adding elements to their fiction for the uncomfortable-making factor, things the characters would hate to have happen, things that would make their main characters unhappy. Kim Harrison even mentioned killing a character because it (I forget if it was a he or she character) made her MC too happy.

They were asked what kind of input they were able to give on the covers of their books. (I was thinking was it “please make mine a lot like that one” because look up there! How similar they are!) Melissa Marr said that even though she’d been told authors don’t get to have any say on their cover, she was asked to submit “iconic images” which she did, and also she picked models she thought would work. Kelley Armstrong answered that she was told what the cover would be, in fact she had to change an element in her story, make the necklace blue instead of whatever color she initially chose, because Marketing thought blue would be better. And Kim Harrison said she fell somewhere in between, that she got to make a few suggestions.

The last question came from a cute teenaged girl who was probably around 14. She asked “What inspired all of you to become Authors?” I had a wicked hope that one of them would say, “For the cold hard cash.” Or “because I want to be famous” or maybe “I see this as my first step in World Domination.” But Kelley Armstrong said “Because I LOVE stories. That’s really all.” And Kim Harrison said, “Ditto.” And Melissa Marr added that her family didn’t have a TV when she was growing up, so stories were very important to them.

Many writers realize that it’s sometimes a passive good, like when an agent turns you down and then you learn something about that person that makes you go “WHEW!” Also maybe “Ew!”

And I think most writers learn early that rejection can inspire you to get better and better.

But I’ve lately learned that rejection can teach you things about your writing, like a . . . like a . . . like a teacher!

Last year, I received a rejection that was so surprising and disappointing that it resulted in me quitting for a while. It was one of the hardest I’ve ever received because it was preceded by a lot of positive talk– love for my manuscript, an almost imminent offer of representation. I don’t want to go into detail because this post is about the fruit the rejection bore, not the way that agency does things, etc. But when they turned me down, they gave me some reasons that didn’t make sense at the time. Or if they made sense, it was because I thought “huh! they must want me to be a literary writer, which I don’t think I’ll ever be.”

But because it drove me to quit writing, it also drove me to examine everything I’ve ever written, studying it hard for weakness and strength. I now think I have a much better idea of what I do well, of my particular, peculiar voice as a writer. And also, perhaps more importantly, they really helped me see a problem in my work. A place where I need to open up more, go deeper, whatever metaphor you use for getting to the heart of what you can do as a writer. And I don’t know if I would have learned these things, if not for that particular rejection. Shockingly (at least it’s a shock to me) I am grateful they turned me down.

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