Monthly Archive for May, 2009

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Tracking the Tempest Revisions Diary: Day 4

Yesterday I went over my updated outline, again, and then emailed it to my editor at Orbit, Devi Pillai, and my agent at McIntosh and Otis, Rebecca Strauss.

About a half hour later, Devi called and we chatted about the changes. She approved them all, we talked about why they were necessary, she clarified a few things she couldn’t understand from my slightly cryptic outline, and brought up a few other issues she also wanted me to keep in the back of my mind.

Then we talked about my calm at getting so many more edits on this second book, and I explained to her how I’d figured it all out. “See,” I said, super earnestly, “I realized that my first book had already been through the ringer before it got to you. I sat on it for a while, editing it. I was in Edinburgh with lots of input with my insanely intelligent friends. A few agents, before Rebecca, who had shown some interest had suggested some changes. Then, when she took me on, Rebecca went over the first book with me really carefully. Therefore,” I concluded, quite proud of my logic, “it makes sense that my second book would need more help. It hasn’t had all that input.” Devi made appropriately soothing noises and I felt pleased at my Sherlock Holmes-like ability to assess a situation.

Then I talked to Rebecca.

Who, in the course of our conversation, told me, “There’s a phenomenon we talk about in publishing, called the Second Book Syndrome. We don’t tell our authors about it, normally, because it just scares them. But, basically, their second book will never be as clean as their first. After all, the first had all this input, etc., and the second comes out a lot more cold.” I hung my head, ashamed at, once again, having proud proclaimed I’d reinvented the wheel.

“Yeah,” I told Rebecca. “Um, I think I just explained that same process to Devi. Like I invented it. ‘Cause I’m good like that.”

We had a laugh and I got to be the jackass, a position I rather enjoy, strangely enough. But this idea of Second Book Syndrome is a good one, and important for people to remember. 

After all, it’s easy to forget how much work was put into your first book. It’s easy to forget that it was a long, strenuous project, often employing many people in terms of beta readers, crit groups, writer’s workshops, whatever. It’s easy to forget all of that, and only to see the success of getting the agent, the publishing deal, etc. Then when we try to repeat the process under a much more vigorous deadline, and the resulting product gets more input from our editors than the first one, it’s easy to see this as some sort of failure. After all, the first book was clean, right? So if the second isn’t as clean, we must have done something wrong.

But that’s not the case. In reality, what’s happened, is that all of those crit groups, beta readers, workshop cohorts, etc., have been, in large part, replaced by a single entity: an editor. I still have my beta readers, and they still rock. But I no longer live in the same city as them, and we’re no longer all students with tons of free time.

So I rely on my editor a lot more, but that’s how it should be. Rebecca explained to me that she won’t read my second and third book as carefully as she did my first, and she won’t intervene in a rough draft unless she sees a major issue. That’s not because she’s abandoned me, but because I now have an editor, and that’s what Devi and I are supposed to do together. I’m really lucky that my editor and I get along really well. In fact, getting any work done is hard because we’re usually babbling at each other for the first twenty minutes of every conversation about crazy shit. I’m lucky that I trust her, but I also trust myself in trusting her because I’ve had lots of other “editors” in the form of academic supervisors, and I know what it is to work with someone good and not-so-good. And Devi is good. So we’re about five steps ahead of the game, between my academic experiences as an editee and her evident abilities as an editor. But we’re still building our relationship; still sussing each other out and figuring out how the other works. So these initial exchanges, as Rebecca has intimated, are important. We’re building up our working relationship as much as we are building up my books and my series. 

And I can’t say enough how lucky I am to be working with everyone at Orbit and with everyone at McIntosh and Otis. Ya’ll are great.

But now I gotta get to actually writing the revisions and earn my keep.

Ciao for now.

Tracking the Tempest Revisions Diary: Day 3

So I had to do what must be the most painful thing possible in revisions: I had to cut a whole storyline, which meant I had to cut MY FAVORITE CHAPTER. 

Why do I love the chapter? It’s pure fun. It also has a character that I adore, and that only appears in this one scene. The chapter also has some of the best lines, I think, in the novel.  

But it had to go.  Why? Because my editor asked me a question about why a certain character was in a certain place, and I couldn’t think of an answer. My motivation was that I’d raised an issue in Tempest Rising that I wanted to address, here. The problem, however, was that the entire time I’d been writing, I knew I was making compromises in the book’s logic in order to get Jane interacting with this certain character in this certain place.

I learned doing my thesis how much I can lie to myself. I learned that if I like an idea or a source or a particular line, I will wedge it in, come hell or high water. I will assure myself that, whatever it is, it fits, and then I wait for my supervisor, at that time, and now, at this time, my editor, to tell me it’s okay. Which, of course, they never do. I’m not trying to be perverse. I’m not thinking to myself, “Ha! I will slide this one past them and they will never notice!” But I think that, subconsciously, that is exactly what I’m trying to do. I want them to read it and reassure me that it is GENIUS, rather than a mistake. Even though I know, in my bones, that it is, indeed, a problem.

I really wanted Jane to interact with this character and to be taken around this character’s world. So I wedged the storyline in, even though doing so forced me to make rather ridiculous connections and to insist Jane would be places it really didn’t make sense for her to be.

Until, of course, my editor asked me why and I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Now I’m cutting the whole shebang. I’m not deleting it, mind you. It will always be in the folder called “Tracking the Tempest Draft 3,” and the underlying issue at the core of these scenes is still in place in the series. And, eventually, this character’s backstory will need to be addressed. But not in this book, and not now.

The big chop hurt; it really did. But once the decision to excise the story line was made, it was a huge relief. I know the book will be stronger, and that these deleted scenes will be recycled somewhere else, where they’ll shine rather than hinder.

So my lesson for today, boys and girls, is that you shouldn’t be afraid of the big chop. Just like with lopping off your hair, it can be liberating. And you can always grow it back. ;-)

Thanks!

Tracking the Tempest Revisions Diary: Day 2

Today I’m expanding my new rough outline for my second novel. I’m still leaving it big and rough and loose; I don’t want to invest too much time in it in case the editor pooh-poohs my course of action.

After I get the outline onto Pages, I’m going to tackle the more important task for today, which is answering the specific questions outlined by my editor in her letter. They were questions about motivation, especially character motivation, and structure. 

When I say “answer” these questions, I don’t mean arguing with my editrix extraordinaire that everything she thinks is missing is actually there, somewhere. As I tell my students, it doesn’t matter what you think is on the page, it’s what the reader gets from the page. Not from you; from the page. It’s hard to make that leap into understanding that the essay in your brain isn’t the one on the piece of paper in front of you, and that you have to step back and read it as a stranger would. All of a sudden, when they succeed in this step, my students notice all the lack of specification, the naked “thiss” and “thats,” the weird word choices that made so much sense in their own head, but are actually misleading.

Anyway, this happens in my fiction, but in more hippy dippy ways. I know Jane like I know my left arm. I adore the chick. Seriously. So I find that in this second book (as I did in my first and as I’m trying, really hard, not to do in my third) I don’t really feel like I have to go into her head too much. After all, it’s Jane, and we all know Jane, right? 

Obviously, the answer to that is “wrong.” I know Jane; readers are getting to know Jane. And it’s my job to make the introductions. 

So what I meant by “answering” my editor’s questions is more about reiterating, for myself, what I want a certain structure to accomplish, or what I want a certain character’s motivations to be. And then making some connections between what I want and how I’m going to do it. For example, explanations such as, “scene A will help clarify this about Ryu and Jane’s relationship, while scene B will help us understand Anyan a bit better.” That sort of thing.

I have coffee, smoothie, and the whole morning/afternoon to git ‘er done. I’ll let ya know how it goes. 

Thanks!

Tracking the Tempest Revisions Diary: Day 1

So, today I’ve officially begun revising Tracking the Tempest, Book Two in the Jane True Series. 

Basically what I’m doing for these revisions is completely hacking apart the first third of the book, making significant changes to the second third, and leaving the final third pretty much intact, minus obvious continuity changes I will have to make.

The reason I’m changing the first third is because it sucks. It’s slow, and it’s just not the right way to hit any kind of stride. That said, when I first realized that major surgery was what I needed to do to get Tracking up to snuff, I felt that initial surge of pure dauntification I always get when I’m embarking on major edits.

But the good thing about having done my PhD., and about having written, for all intents and purposes, three different theses for my different supervisors, is that the daunt only lasts a wee while, and then I’m able to git to steppin’.

Because any writing project, whether it’s an essay, a thesis, or a novel, is like a verbal game of Tetris. As I’m doing my rough draft, the ideas are (hopefully) flowing thick and fast. I gotta get them out, and tuck them into a position, before I lose my mojo. But the nice thing about this game of Tetris is that editing gives me a “do over” function. I get to step back, and rearrange whatever I like. So I have learned to think of editing less as a torturous process of correction, and more as an opportunity for expansion, growth, and thought. I’m no longer under that strain to just get it out; I have time to play, to enjoy, and to develop.

So what I did today was I started shifting around my outline. I’m making sure I nail down the major flow of action, making just a few notes regarding different opportunities for character development that these structural changes will allow. I’m just using a pen, paper, and shorthand, for now.

Tomorrow, I will sit down and put it onto the computer, padding it a bit more and giving it some more thought. The key at this stage of the process is, for me, to force myself to slow it down and really think it through. I am very OCD about deadlines, and I would prefer to get things in early (and by early, I mean immediately), than to take the full deadline and really explore. But I’m going to try to engage with my options a bit more, with these rewrites. I think I know what I want to do, and it appears to be pretty obvious, but I want to make sure I give Jane as much space as she needs to grow. She’s such a great gal, and I hate the thought that my own haste might overshadow her cool. So I’m going to be patient (which is not my virtue) and I’m going to be thorough. 

Or at least I’m going to try.

Then, on Sunday or Monday, when I’ve got the new outline on file, I’ll send it to my editor and we’ll have a good conversation/brainstorm together.

When we’re agreed on my course of action, I’ll start rewriting. My revisions for the second book aren’t due till July 15th, but I want to get as close to completing them as I can (and hopefully have a rough complete) done by June 1st. The reason for this is that I want to get a big chunk of the third book written in June, taking into account the changes I’m making in the second book. Then, starting July 1st, I’ll go back to Tracking for a final polish up of the edits, this time taking into account what I’m doing in Book 3.  

And hopefully that’s going to mean that Tracking the Tempest is tight with both Tempest Rising and Tempest’s Legacy. 

This is the plan, Stan. I’ll keep you updated on how it goes.

Existential crisis? Or just lazy?

So I’m DONE GRADING. Thank you. Thank you.

I’ve even, with the help of Mary Lois, put my grades into Moodle. The grade grubbing shall commence very soon. 

In the meantime, I am having an existential crisis.

It is 2:41, in the afternoon, right now and I am STILL IN MY NIGHTGOWN. About, oh, 5 hours ago, when I woke up, I was like, “All right! Finish grading!” So I did. Then I was like, “All right, put up those grades!” So I did.  Then I tracked down an MIA package. And then I did some dishes. 

Then I looked at my empty “to do” list and was like, “WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE???”

Meanwhile, this is a ridiculous question. I just got my first official editorial letter for my second novel. I say my first, because the “letter” for my first novel was a teeny-weeny email. I had virtually no edits, because by the time it got to Orbit, Tempest Rising had already been through the ringer. My second novel? Not so much. I got a Lettah. Which actually makes me purr with happiness, when I’m not considering investing in Depends, because I LOVE ME SOME CRITICISM. I’m such a freaking masochist, it’s amazing.

So I’ve got a huge pile o’ rewrite to address, and there was something else . . . Oh, right, MY THIRD BOOK, which I still need to write. And then there’s an academic article on Philip Roth which has been accepted with revisions, that I still have to knock into shape.

All in all, I’ve got what is known of, in certain circles, as a shit load to do. But I’m still in Professor mode, and until I can switch hats, I’m just sort of like, “Huh? But? What about essays? What will I grade?”

It’s like a form of Stockholm Syndrome.

How are you dealing with the onslaught of summer?

Over at the League . . .

On Motherhood and Vampirism.

Spanks!

And the summer starts . . . soon!

So I’m nearly done with finals, and I am totally on top of my grading. Which surprises even me. I’m so on top of my grading that I feel smug. I look smug. I radiate smug.

I enter my grades into Moodle, smugly.

My problem, however, is that I can’t add and I can’t work technology. So basically I’m helpless. My economist friend, Mary Lois, whose guitar riffs were featured in Smolder, put all of my grades into excel for me last semester, which magically produced final numbers. I would have sat there with a pencil and a calculator and a constipated look, scratching away at a piece of paper until I got numbers that were probably wrong.

But that program I mentioned, Moodle, can also produce your final grades. You can even weight them, and collate some, and do all sorts of shit. But, of course, I can’t work Moodle’s fancy bits. I can enter grades, yes, but the minute I start messing with the advanced settings I end up giving everyone 50,000 %, or -9%, or something equally crazy.

So I’m a big ball of pathetic. And I hate it. I hate the fact that I’m such a numpty with math and technology, but it’s one of those overarching weaknesses that I would really have to invest myself in, to get better at. And there’s always something more important to do, isn’t there? Like write my damned third book, which has been gazing soulfully at me from the bottom corner of my iMac this entire time.

Which reminds me, I gotta get to writin’.

Do you have any apparent weaknesses that you dread, but you keep ignoring, wincing every time they rear up to bite you in the ass?

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