Writing


Oh, by the way- we’re in Austin. We moved into our new home on Halloween, spent the night checking out the kiddo’s costumes at the B’s, then grabbed a plane at the crack of dawn. MK wouldn’t let me party style announce our trip because apparently we had so much to do - I think that was mostly he wanted to be in peace while he had his Rudy’s, Taco Cabana, and Rudy’s breakfast tacos. And Brick Oven, and more Rudy’s.

We did accomplish going through all our things and I now have nothing to whine about missing besides my desk. It at first felt depressing but I can remind myself better now than I did years ago that it’s all an adventure some people wish for. PH was hilariously thinking it was a dream come true without any drama, setting her straight on our virtual eviction from paradise was fun. Also letting the H’s know if they don’t visit us in Winter Wonderland they are dead to us was hopefully productive - and hilarious.

Important to note is that it is November. If you feel like perusing- here’s last November. For the last two years I wrote books with NaNoWriMo in November. Last year I also blogged every day for NaBloPoMo. This year, I am going to focus on publishing a book instead of starting another one. And this bog clearly didn’t make the first week, so I’m going to keep it normal around here this month. That’s plenty.

Most importantly, there was this election- maybe you heard about it. It meant something very meaningful to me. MK and I got to take his mother to vote for the first time in her life. Regardless of the outcome - you know I’m not going to fight with you about that here - moments like that make a statement too. It was fun to watch the news into the night with her and hear MK answer all her questions.

We’ll be back in Park City soon - apparently we already missed the first snowfall. But I’m not too worried - something tells me there will be more.

I’m so glad that we all agree that I shouldn’t be expected to make the book “work”. That is surely someone else’s job. Someone that won’t change each little thing and over-analyze, like I have been. I’ve done the hard part. I made some stuff up and put it ‘on paper’. Now to find an editor. The going rate appears to be a penny a word. It’s abstract accounting at best. Will there be more or less words when all is said and done? What if there’s a typo that makes one word two? Who are these people anyway? Am I going for quality or content? I can’t be over 60,000 words, so the price seems reasonable considering I don’t even know what I’ll get in return. What an adventure!

Next, submitting to publishers. There are a lot of little publishers. I’m going to try ‘going local’ first. Always a camaraderie-type thing. If no one in San Diego wants me, I can pretend I am local “Seattle” where I was working on the editing, or local “Austin” where I wrote the first book. Most publishers that I’ve found will accept a synopsis via email, which apparently is unusual? I’ll take it. My goal is to start finding them and getting myself out there. I think I know how to sell, but this is different, it’s personal. I think having a place to ask for help (here) and admit that I’m lost is a great big help.

There are a couple reasons I’m waiting to explore self publishing. One is the husband, who takes the doing it myself idea as a last resort that is only acceptable if no one else wants my book (in my mind in that case why bother…). It’s going to cost more, of course, sinceĀ I would want to use every resource they offer to give myself a best chance, and so few books make it big that go that way, and I’m sitting here thinking I have something good to work with.

We’ll see…

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The story so far: Last November, I wrote a book. This November, I wrote another book. A much better book. Each of them are just over 50,000 words and were finished within a month. I spent the past year editing the first book. I got to Chapter 4, of 12 chapters. I asked for help. Not so much. Editing does not equal writing, it is a lot less fun and how do you ever stop editing yourself? Yawn.

Now I’m over the first book, a romance-y just trying to get published kind of a thing, and obsessed with my second book, a Fear and Loathing crazy-style marriage of good writing and interesting action. I know I’m a writer, that these books could sell. In what form? Probably an edited one.

What do I do? Keep editing the first book? Jump to the second? Hire a real life editor? Hire an agent? Burn them both? (The books, not the editor and agent…) Send them out as is?

I’d like your thoughts.

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Keep in mind this advice only gets you as far as I get for the rest of the day, I’m right down to the wire…that might not be a whole novel, maybe just most of a novel. that this is the advice of an expert, and I wouldn’t really advocate any of this, seeing as I can only barely feel my fingertips now.

  • Shower when you’re stuck for an idea. It’ll make you creative.
  • Find someone else to cook for you.
  • A way to record your progress that motivates you to keep it going.
  • Loud music.
  • Specific & measurable goals. Like three days, 40000 words.
  • A reward schedule for making said goals.
  • Write things down on paper if they don’t fit. They might later.
  • Bad weather helps.
  • Someone losing their memory. I should have used that.
  • Wrist pads. Which I did not have, and regret.
  • Sugar free Red Bull.
  • Cashews, or snack of choice that you shouldn’t be having.
  • Lucky socks.
  • Eye drops.
  • Desperation.

NANO TOTAL:nano_07_winner_large.gif
NaBlo Day 29: Check.

You might have noticed, unlike last November, I’m not talking very much about my writing. This book, which I’m fine saying is my second, is good. I have no idea where it came from, but I like it. While my first sits around collecting dust and rejection letters, I’m proud to not give up on either. I have two more days to finish about 30,000 words. And I’m going to try. I can average over 1,000 words an hour if I’m focused. I get focused every two hours or so. I might make it. You never know. Even if I don’t, I’m going to finish this one and send it out into the same world of depressing no thank yous.

It’s getting to be kind of funny. I never dealt well with rejection and now I’m learning first hand what it’s like to put yourself out there and get let down. You have to believe what you’ve done is good, is worth it, and know that you’ll find success, that trying isn’t failing.

I want to catch up on life and tell you my stories and call my family and friends, but everything is put on hold while I try to bust this out. I don’t want to be a quitter. I’ve done that before too- it’s time for the new me to get to work. I’ve got to sell 1000 books if I want to get us a house out here anyway. Can’t burn out before number 2.

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NANO TOTAL: 20037 words. (!)
NaBlo Day 27: Check.

There’s a simple, simple answer - why I’m sucking so bad this year. And it’s not spending all my time at the beach, it’s been a little gray this week.
I’m missing my ugly grandpa writing sweater! Remember this post? Last year, I went out and got a Hemingway-esque writing aide. Yes, it was itchy and hideous, but it obviously worked. And this year, I’m not working. I think it’s because my sweater is miles and miles away, stored away in a box, itching things around it, and not helping me write. I need to blame something.

writing sweater

NANO TOTAL: 7869 words.
NaBlo Day 11: Check.

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