Write what you know. Research what you don’t.

I had the perfect blog topic as I was falling off to sleep last night. It was brilliant, witty and even funny. This morning it was gone. Not even wispy shadows of it remain. Don’t you hate when that happens?

It also annoys me when I’m loving a story, reading along, drinking it all in and then, SLAP. A bit of faulty information. Blech! Cliche doesn’t mean correct. And artistic license has its limits, unless you’ve prepared your readers for the change.

If you were reading a story which included a location, hobby or past time you know well, wouldn’t ignorance or improper artistic license annoy you?

My favorite example is in the film, ‘The Fabulous Baker Boys.’ Jeff Bridges character enters Pike Street market and comes out the front of ‘Ivar’s on the Pier’. Okay, this restaurant is situated with the back overlooking Puget Sound. The entrance is south, west and down the hill from the market. It was a major annoyance to the residence of the Seattle area. A piece of masterful editing to the rest of the population.

Why do I bring this up? Readers are more sophisticated. They have fewer dollars to spend and more authors to chose from. Under estimating your readers is a costly mistake. If they buy one of your titles and are disappointed, they won’t be telling their friends to pick up a copy, nor will they be looking for new titles. Or worse? They may not buy your book at all.

The internet is at our fingertips. Even if you’ve never clapped eyes on a live horse, there is a plethora of websites dedicated to educating people about horses. Never been to Seattle? Go to Google maps and view the city from street level. This resource is a major advantage, which shouldn’t be ignored.

Every writer should find other writers to interact with, on a regular basis. The improvement in my writing was off the charts when I met up with the Writing Wombats, my most beloved writers group.

A writer’s group also affords first hand experiences which can enrich your stories and make them more believable.

Good is in construction. Great is in the details. I don’t know about you, but when I pick up a book filled with rich, pertinent details in well crafted sentences it’s a thrill. Making a believable neighborhood or area is good use of artistic license. It says to the reader, this author cares enough to get it right.

I’ve had the privilege to be part of a submissions screening process. If the piece is well written, I’m excited. If there is no clear start, but I can find it, we’re still okay. A senseless oversight in research will give me pause, two, I’m done.

Sending out queries is a laborious, nerve fraying, process. All of us do it. All of us hate it.

Give the editor reason to keep reading. Write well. Write what you know, and if you don’t, do the research to make it what you know. Nothing excites me more than finding a submission I can get behind and say, “Hey, look at this little beauty!”

What pulls you from a story? What makes you want more? And as authors how do we do a better job?


I’m them

When I was young, I marveled at the aunts. They were living libraries. Ask them any family related question from medical conditions to birthdays and one, if not all, of them would know. Mom didn’t know? No problem, one of the aunts would, or vice versa.

Today it hit me. I’m one of the family walking libraries.

I should have seen it last year. My mother-in-law died and my sisters-in-law and I were fielding questions ranging from, ‘When did grandma get this?’ to ‘Who’s this picture of?’ In my defense I was in shock.

Today as I sat in a doctor’s office with my son for the first time in over two years it came around and slammed me in the back of the head. I know and, more amazing still, remember all of his asthma medications, what years he took them and which ones don’t work anymore. My son was seeing this doctor for the first time for his asthma and wanted back up. That and instructions on how the doctor should write the scripts for our insurance made his eyes cross.

I know basic medical information on every family member of this generation, and my friend’s kids. Privacy? What’s that when mom’s get to talking. I remember how old they were when they started driving, dating, their first heartbreak and greatest personal achievements. I’ve become one of the aunts. I’m the keeper of what came from where and who got what, when and how.

And then I wonder why my short-term memory isn’t what it used to be? LOL

As a writer this data base serves to deepen and strengthen my stories. There is a bottomless reservoir of emotion, facial expressions and silly, wonderful laughter. I’m pretty sure none of them would see themselves in any of my books. My characters are an amalgam, not featuring any one person in my life too pointedly. Still they are there and it makes my heart smile.

Write, Read, Edit, Repeat. When the cycle ends.

I’ve been doing the write, read, edit, repeat waltz for so long I never thought to see the end of a project, let alone two.

But here I stand. Safe Harbor was first to launch and I must admit to feeling a little ill at first. My baby, out in the cold, cruel world. Hey, there’s a bit I should fix. Can a manuscript ever be clean enough? Pried from my fingers it’s in print.

Now Escape to Love is in the chute on its way to print. The editing witch has pin pointed half a dozen things that maybe would be better this way or that. She’s talking to the wind. Until the proof copy comes there is little to be done.

So here I find myself standing on the ledge of, gasp, promotion. Have I mentioned I’m afraid of heights?
Believe it or not, I’m something of a recluse, perfectly content to type away and let someone else deal with promotion. Scared? Who me? You bet your life I am.

Is that I don’t believe my work is solid?
No, I know that it is. Second Wind Publishing wouldn’t have picked me up if my work was lacking.

Don’t want the world to see it?
Nothing could be further from the truth. If I had the money I’d hand my books out for people to read and enjoy. I love them so much, I want you to love them too.

Afraid of criticism? Not really. I don’t like every well-written book I pick up. So it stands to reason, as improbable as it seems, not everyone is going to get or like my work.  Having run the gauntlet of on line contests and reveiw by my most wonderful writing group (The Writin’ Wombats) I’ve developed a pretty thick skin.

When it comes to blowing my own horn, selling myself as the next great up and comer, a voice nags at me.  I was raised with Midwest values and work ethic. Do your job. Do it well. Don’t brag. Doing a good job is reward enough. Okay, that’s leaves me hanging in a precarious position.

I wish I had a touch of my friend, Judi Fennel’s enthusiasm. She’s gone all out with her Mer-series beginning with In Over Her Head.  She’s a real people person and it shows. The woman glows and then she smiles and everyone in the room is happier just for being there.

Pat Bertram has been an example of sheer force of will. More Deaths Than One launched her and I don’t  think she’s slowed down enough to notice a door might have been closed.

I mention and envy these two, because I’m shy. Not painfully so, but in new situations it’s close. This is a new situation.  I’m inherently not a joiner, which in this business is a liability.  My watch and see M.O. won’t serve me in this model.  So here I stand, wondering if I should take a leap of faith, or slide off the ledge from a seated position?

How do you go about breaking through into new situations?  How do you face your fears?

NaNoWriMo – I must have lost my mind!

What’s NaNoWritMo? It’s National Novel Writing Month. The goal? To write 50,000 words from November 1st to 30th. No editing or reading allowed. All doubts and editing witches checked at the door. Creation stripped bare for the fun of it all.  Thousands of people all over the country will come together to write and support one another.  

Last year members of my writing group jumped head long into NaNoWritMo while I recovered from a very intense writing competition and entered another one. I watched in awe and the with a bit of regret that I hadn’t joined in for the fun.

The competition landed me a book deal with Second Wind Publishing so all things considered I made out well despite missing NaNoWriMo.  This year I’m plugging my new title, ‘Safe Harbor‘ and editing what I hope will be my second book with Second Wind, Escape to Love.  

One would think my plate was full.  The last week or so I’ve started to question my sanity. Life and other things have interrupted my editing schedule. The promotion won’t get done on it’s own, and my poor husband is starting feel abandon. Why did I sign on to write 50,000 words in 30 days? Oh my goodness where will I find the time?

It’s just a bit under 1700 words a day. I’ve done more than that before. The most important reason I’m doing Nano? To remember what it’s like to create without monitoring my usage, premise, plot, figuring out whether or not the piece has commercial possibilities, is my point of view and tense all in line.. and the hundred other things I think about when I’m writing any more.

I’m doing this to take me back into the place where I wrote for me. What I wanted to read, and to devil with what anyone else thought.  Being a writer comes with a fair amount a pressure. It’s time to remember why I love it so much.  If you’re doing NaNo look for my login ‘dragonldy’ perhaps we can be joyful together.