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Today, I am the Wiener!

Hello folks! I know, I’ve been very quiet here at the Emporium. November is always a crazy month for me, what with the semester winding to a close. But this November was even crazier, because I did Nanowrimo for the first time, for real. Yesterday night, I plugged in my fifty thousand words, and I won! Yay! Here’s mah badge:

I’ve blogged all over the place about Nanowrimo, especially about why I think it’s a great teaching tool and what I think people can learn from trying Nano. But I learned some things about myself, too.

First of all, I learned how much I make excuses. I do work a lot and am pretty productive. But there are still days I “just can’t” write, or there are times of the year I falter in my productivity.

And you know when one of those bad times is, when I normally get no writing done because I’m “too busy”? You guessed it: November. Most Novembers find me insane with grading, insisting I just can’t get any writing done.

So I was more than a little surprised that, despite all the stuff I normally have to do, I wrote a fifty thousand word novella. And not only did I finish, I finished five days early.

Meanwhile, one of the reasons I finished early was because I wrote every day. Including on the days I teach, when–of course–I normally tell myself “I’m too busy to write.”

In other words, I’ve spent the last month learning a ton about myself and the way I write, especially when it comes to the excuses I make. In fact, I’m just about to start plotting my sixth, and final, Jane True novel, and I’m looking at the process in a totally different way.

So that’s been my November! Of course I still have grading waiting in the wings, but I discovered that one of the side-effects of Nanoing was not only being more productive in my writing, but also being more productive in my teaching. I knew I had to get those words done every morning, so I’d get my To Do list done everyday, no matter what. At other times, I sometimes let a few things slide till the next day.

As for everything else, there has been TONS going on. I have some really fun things waiting in the wings to tell you, but I have to keep mum just a little while longer. So bear with me, and watch this space! Soon there will be updates on some Jane Trueniverse goodies coming your way. And you might be wondering what, exactly, I was writing for Nano…

I’d tell you now, but then I’d have to kill you. So stay tuned and thanks for all the love and care here, on my FB, and on Twitter, while I’ve been so MIA. I really appreciate it!

Podcast: How I Plan For Nanowrimo (or Any Old Book, Really)

Hello my lovelies! FINALLY, here is the Plotting for Nanowrimo podcast that I made as homework for my university’s computer training. But I wanted it to be productive homework, so I made this. It’s about how I plotted my Nanowrimo project, but this is how I plot all of my books (although there’s more bells and whistles for the novels). Feel free to ask any questions in comments!

Follow this link for the podcast…

And thank you SO MUCH to Allison Pang for posting this for me, as I’m an idiot. I owe you dinner, lady!

It’s ALIVE!

I know, I know, I fell off the earth. It’s that time of year (the end of the semester), and it’s like everything gets condensed into this crazy ball of stress. I can’t really complain, as the end of this semester heralds a three month vacation, but I will be a bit quiet till all the grades are out and the seniors have been gradumatated. ;-)

First off, you may be wondering about Romantic Times? It was a blast, of course. Very different from last year, in that there were many fewer Leaguers whose presence was very much missed. It was also less social, for me, too, as my editor and my agent were there, so it was lots and lots of business. Which rocked, don’t get me wrong. I have lots of fun stuff in the pipeline, and lots of fun things happening, so it was great to get stuff done. It was also lovely to spend so much time with Rebecca, my agent, and my editor, Devi, both of whom I really enjoy and both of whom are awesome, inspirational ladies. I also got to spend a lot of time socially with Rebecca, which was so much fun. I’m lucky enough to have an agent I consider a friend, and I love having that relationship with her.

I also did cram in quite a bit of socializing, needless to say. It was so nice to see everyone! I roomed with Jaye Wells, and my friend Mary Lois came in from Shreveport to hang out. She’s our Turtle, and will also be coming with us on our book tour. I also spent a lot of time with Juliet Blackwell, Sophie Littleton, and Rachael Herron (they’re all in my blog roll), three of my favorite women on the planet. They did me the huge honor of asking me to join their Grog (or group blog) Pens Fatales, to which I happily acceded. I’m so excited to join them and the other Pens, and to be able to harass them all the time with ever more inane “problems” that I create for myself to keep me busy.

So Romantic Times was a blast, and very productive. It felt like 1/2 of a really fun convention for me, and 1/2 of a trip to New York, with all the business that we did. So I can’t complain!

After RT, I came back for a frenetic week of teaching, then I flew home to Chicago for Easter. My friend Arlene flew in from Shreveport, and we did some  . . . well, I can’t call it sightseeing, since the weather was so bad we couldn’t really see. But we did go into Chicago. Then, I’m afraid to admit, we went back to my parents and made like housecats. It was ridiculously relaxing and lovely, and it was great to see her and show her some Peeler hospitality.

Then I came back to Greensburg and here I am! It’s the penultimate week of teaching, and all the final papers and portfolios will start flowing in. I’m pretty on top of everything, but still stressed as all get out. A lot of people ask me how I juggle everything, and I have to admit that right now the juggling is difficult, there is much swearing, and at least one ball has disappeared under the couch.

That ball, meanwhile, may or may not be my sanity. I’m definitely not the craziest person I know, although that’s not saying much. But with the book not getting worked on, and all the grading, and the book not getting worked on, and the book not getting worked on, I’m a bit of a neurotic mess. Juliet Blackwell explained to me exactly why I was a neurotic mess last night, when she reminded me how having a book deadline looming kicks up all sorts of nasty things in our psyches, including the devil Procrastination, and his bastard sons Angst and Insecurity.

And she’s right. It’s crazy how things we want to do and love doing are the worst things for us: they’re the things that can easily become our demons if we let them. They are often the things we care about so much and judge ourselves against in a way that is, fundamentally, irrational. There are stages of the writing process where I’m very professional and good about pulling back and seeing my work not as my heart or my soul but as some paper with words…but starting a project and nailing down that squiggly outline isn’t one of those times. It’s the part that I live and breathe and eat and it’s the part that challenges me like nothing else: the part I measure myself against and the place I continually find myself wanting.

Indeed, Jaye Wells posted a link to an article about this idea of NOT doing what you love, for your own sanity. I’ve been quietly simmering it for the past few days, and I think it’s right in some ways. I’m lucky in that I’m not so neurotic that I pull diva tantrums if anyone, say, tries to edit my book. But that’s also not who I am. There’s a part of me that–if it’s from a party I respect–masochistically loves to be graded and edited and proofread and found full of flaws, so I can improve. My issue isn’t that I’m  competitive with others, it’s that I’ve always been psychotically competitive with myself. I can lose 1,000 games of volleyball and not give a fuck, but you should see me in yoga. I’m like a zealot hamster. And that’s how I am when I write. Only less sweaty. And not in down dog. Nor am I really a rodent. I just have short arms and legs.

So none of this is an excuse for my being a neurotic mess at the moment, but it DOES explain my behavior if I cry on you, try to marry you, laugh inappropriately loudly until I stop suddenly to stare at a distant point in the ceiling, or eat bean burritos from Taco Bell.

I’ll be fine once I have this outline done.

Really. ;-)

Dr. Peeler Does Rejection!

On my post on query letters the other day, in comments someone asked me to talk about rejection. Now, this is a topic near and dear to my heart.

For I am the Queen of Rejection.

That might sound funny to those of you who know my publishing history, which has gone remarkably smoothly. I published the first novel I ever wrote, which is relatively rare. So I must know nothing about rejection, right?

Wrong.

Like everyone, I’ve been rejected from all the normal things most of us have been rejected by. I’ve been rejected for a lack of natural talent (I can’t carry a tune–either with my voice or on an instrument–to save my life, and I tend to hit myself in the face if I try to throw anything). I’ve been rejected by individuals I’ve liked, both in friendship and in love. I’ve definitely been second, third, or even fourth at a number of things, and I’ve had to admit I’m only passable at some things I’d really like to rock.

But I’ve also been blessed (or cursed) with an almost stupidly bolshy personality. I am constantly seeing things and thinking, “I’ll have that,” even if I’ve got no idea whether it’s actually a possibility. This attitude worked remarkably well when I thought, “I want to write a novel,” but it failed me rather miserably when I thought, “I want a Rhodes Scholarship.”

So I’ve tried out for a lot of things that were way out of my league, such as Harvard, a Rhodes Scholarship, and that really hot senior. But every once and a while I achieved something that seemed equally out of my league, such as publishing a novel. The endless cycles of rejection and success in my life are not arbitrary, meanwhile, as they’ve taught me as much about myself as the world we live in.

Indeed, rejection is one of those things that can help us grow, if we let it. The trouble is learning to interpret rejection. How do we know what a particular rejection really means?

(This blog post is now going to devolve into a series of lists. I wish I could make this into a flowchart, but I was rejected by science.)

First of all, there are two kinds of rejection: rejection you can keep working at and rejection that’s final.

I can’t go back in time and re-apply for Harvard or for the Rhodes Scholarship. The hot senior is now a bloated crackhead. These opportunities are over.

I probably could have kept at singing, or playing the guitar, or throwing balls and hitting myself in the face. But upon doing these things, I discovered my ineptitude at around the same time I discovered that I didn’t really care I was inept. I would have had to work my tuchus off to become even mildly average at music or athletics, and I realized I wasn’t willing to invest that much in something that really didn’t rock my soul.

But then there are the things that, in trying for them, we realize we really do want. And sometimes it takes us mutltiple shots to get them, and sometimes we have to adjust the level of the rewards we think we deserve.

When I went into the Rhodes scholarship application process, I did not go in thinking, “I absolutely don’t deserve this.” I knew the competition would be fierce, but I thought I had a shot. And therefore when I was summarily rejected in the first round, despite how excited my university had been about my chances, I was really disappointed. I thought, “Why?” And then, eventually, I saw who did win. These people had brought vaccine programs to villages in Africa. They’d already been involved in studies to end poverty. They’d rebuilt shanty towns.

They deserved to win.

I couldn’t go back in time and start building international programs, so I had to accept my rejection. Unfortunately, there also wasn’t a whole lot I could learn from that rejection, other than I wasn’t cut out for the Rhodes.

Unlike this sort of rejection that one can’t appeal, the query process does give us a chance to learn and develop. When I started querying, and started getting rejections, there was no “end” to this process. First of all, there were multiple more agents I could still query. Secondly, I’d already written one complete manuscript. So if this one wasn’t good enough, I could write another. But how do we know when to try to make something of rejection?

There are three stances to take on rejection: “Shit, I do suck,” “Dude, YOU SUCK,” and “Okay, fine, this needs work.”

Let’s say I’ve nanowrimoed a novel. I’ve spent a whole month of my life writing what I think is my magnum opus. It’s got thrills, chills, and a frank exploration of the perfect love I share with my pet pig, Petunia. With great pride, I send “Petunia’s Pleasures” out to agents and they tell me that a) no one will ever buy my manuscript and b) I might want to get a good lawyer as what I’m describing is illegal in most of the continental United States.

What I have to think through at this stage is, “Shit, do I suck?”

Nobody wants to be that person on American Idol who sings like a kangaroo accidentally sat upon a corncob, all the while insisting that he or she is the next Streisand. As reality TV has taught us, however, such crazily delusional people abound.

So when a hundred agents have told me they want nothing to do with “Petunia’s Pleasures,” should I just give up? I’m going to go against the American urge To Tell Everyone They’re Always AWESOME No Matter WHAT and say, “Yes. Maybe you should.” Only do this, however, after you’ve reassessed your reasons for writing, in the first place. I might ask myself if I really want to be a writer, or if I want to have my names on books. In other words, do I want the hard job or the kudos? I also might ask myself if I want to go beyond exploring my love of Petunia. Did I write what I wanted to write, and there’s nothing else in the kitty? Finally, I need to ask if it’s really worth it, to me. Being a writer was tough for a month, what’s it like for the long run? Do I love the writing, itself, enough to sacrifice all the time it’ll take to get to a professional level?

Let’s say I’ve asked myself all these questions, and I know I want this. I want to be a writer, I’ve not even tapped into the sequel potential on how many ways we can love barnyard animals, and I am in for the long haul. And yet, “Petunia’s Pleasures” got no love from the industry? Could THEY be wrong?

The “Dude, YOU SUCK!” Attitude, or: How to get Nowhere Fast

I think that an immediate response to finding out someone has rejected us is to say, “Dude, you just don’t get it. In fact, YOU SUCK!” And this sometimes is true. When I first started querying, I had an agent reply MINUTES after I sent her a query, and her response was basically, “What is this bizarre combination of URBAN and FANTASY that you’ve written?? No one will ever buy such nonsense!” I stared, puzzled, at the email for a bit, then did some more research on her. Turns out, she’s infamous for saying things such as, “Romance? Why on EARTH would people want to read about other people’s happy relationships? You’re crazy!” or “What is this MYSTERY of which you speak? Detectives solving crimes . . . how insane!”

In other words, she apparently really is a lunatic. But what happens when every agent and every publisher on the planet says, “Thanks, but no thanks?”

You CAN always self-publish!

I could assume that they all suck, and they are incapable of understanding my vision of a perfect utopia where love between a girl and her pet pig is considered beautiful. It’s important to remember that I do have the option to self-publish.  Nowadays, with self-publishing options so readily available, I can slap that bad boy up on the internet within minutes.

If my whole purpose in life was to tell my pig and I’s story (the musical to follow), then I’ve done the right thing. If I ever did want to get into traditional publishing, however, then I need to be careful. For example, I need to refrain from publicly, and in great detail, using the internet to swear off the whole publishing industry as bigoted pedants while insisting that my vision of man-pig love doesn’t need them to be read. If I do that, I burn my bridges making a public fuss AND, if it’s the case that I secretly still want “Petunia’s Promise” to get picked up by mainstream publishing, I’ve shot myself in the foot by slapping my work up, in its entirety, onto the internet. Unless I do discover there are secretly hundreds of thousands of pig-loving readers out there willing to download my book, a la The Shack, I’ve insured no agent or publisher will touch it with a ten-foot-pole.

That said, I could very well discover that I love self-publishing, and that it was absolutely the right thing for me and my project, at that time.

But if I do still want to get into NYC publishing, and I’ve not even tried to listen to what the process is saying about my work, then I’ve learned nothing by avoiding all self-examination. I’ve not learned what will sell, if “Petunia’s Pleasures” isn’t the way to go. I’ve not learned if it’s my query or the MS that’s turning off readers. I’ve not learned what I can do better, next time.

Which Is Why Sometimes We Must Suck It Up and Say: “Fine, This Needs Work”

Admittedly, a lot of hard questions have to be asked at this stage. What are people reacting to in their responses to me, if they give responses? In my “Petunia” example, people seem to be telling me they’re actually offended by my manuscript.

But what if I’m just getting blanket, empty, pre-fabbed rejections. It might be the query letter, and there’s a number of places you can have those vetted. Absolute Write Water Cooler is a great forum where these things are done.

You can also find or start a critique group and start workshopping what you’ve written. If everyone questions the same thing, maybe there’s something wrong. I always use the “three-person rule” when it comes to whether or not it’s me or them. If one person says, “I hate this name,” I take it on board but might not act on it if I really like the name. If another person says, “I hate this name,” then I ask a third. If they agree, I change the name. I don’t care if I love it.

Sometimes, even Dr. Peeler is wrong. I know it’s hard to imagine a world in which that is the case, but it’s true.

Finally, you might have to admit to yourself that this MS needed to be written, but not for publication. It needed to be written because you needed to finish that first big project, to prove to yourself you could. It needed to be written to get that story off of your chest, so you could move on. It needed to be written because you needed to practice, and learn from everything that didn’t work very well that first time, for your next time.

I think that, ultimately, rejection is what we make of it. It will hurt, and sometimes it is unfair. But oftentimes rejection is fair. If we’re honest with ourselves, we’re not ready, or we need to work harder, or we need to nail down some groundwork that we’ve been avoiding. Even more importantly, oftentimes rejection is, quite simply, final. We can’t change someone’s mind once they’ve made a decision, or turn back the clock for a do-over. Sometimes we just have to pick ourselves up and start from scratch.

Doing so isn’t easy, and that’s why how we react to rejection not only defines who we are, as people, but also helps define how successful we become. If I’d taken my first (dozen) rounds of serious, personal rejections and said, “everyone’s an idiot, no one understands me, I’m perfect, and I’ll never change,” I’d still be sitting on my thumbs in my hometown. I’d be angry at and resentful of the world, continually insisting on a personal greatness that had absolutely no real-world evidence.

I bet you’ve encountered such a person at some point in your life.

Instead, the way to succeed is to continually self-examine after each and every big rejection. Is what you’re striving for something you really want? How can you improve to get it, next time? What did you learn this round that you can apply for next round?

Rejection by others is, for the most part, out of our control. But how we deal with rejection is ours to control. Indeed, it is the space in which we prove our maturity, our ability to learn, and our ability to have that vitally important perspective on ourselves and our talents that we need to succeed.

Rejection should never define us, but that doesn’t mean we all couldn’t use a little refining.

Dr. Peeler Does Querying!

While chatting with some of my Seton Hill MFA students the other night about agents, they asked me about my query letters. I asked if they’d like a blog post about this subject, and they told me they would.

I am NOTHING if not amenable, people. So here it is!

First of all, you might be wondering how I learned to query. That’s easy: I Googled “how to write a query letter.” And yes, I’m completely serious. There are great internet resources out there, with everything you need to know about the subject of finding agents, vetting agents, and how to write queries. Now, I do not mean for you to trust everything on the internet. Not all of the information you’ll read can be trusted and some otherwise good advice won’t be great for you, so use common sense. If the “expert” telling you how to query doesn’t have an agent, maybe they’re not the best resource. Ignore advice that doesn’t make any sense or that solicits anything, especially money, from you. Finally, if someone gives great advice but it doesn’t suit your personality or voice, keep looking till you find what does.

What I’m going to do now is give you one of the very, very early versions of my query letter:

I am seeking representation for my contemporary urban fantasy novel, Tempest Rising, complete at around 89,000 words.  The sequel, Tracking the Tempest, is in its initial stages of writing and I have tentatively outlined a series of six books involving the same characters.  My novel is urban fantasy at its most razor sharp—I like to describe it as inhabiting the space created if Interview with the Vampire collided with Sex and the City.

In the tiny village of Rockabill, Maine, Jane True—bookstore clerk and secret night swimmer—has no idea that her absent mother’s legacy is entry into a world populated by the origins of human myths and legends.  It is a world where nothing can be taken for granted: vampires are not quite what we think; dogs sometimes surprise us; and whatever you do, never—ever—rub the genie’s lamp.   For Jane, everything kicks off when she comes across a murder victim during her nightly clandestine swim in the freezing winter ocean.  This grisly discovery leads to the revelation of why she has such freakish abilities in the water: her mother was a selkie and Jane is only half human. With this knowledge, Jane soon finds herself mingling with supernatural creatures alternately terrifying, beautiful, and deadly—all adjectives that quite handily describe her new friend Ryu, who is a handsome bloodsucker (literally—not in the corporate sense).  When Ryu is sent to Rockabill to investigate the murder, he and Jane fall hard for each other even as they plummet into a world of intrigue threatening to engulf both supernatural and human societies.  For someone is killing Halflings like Jane.   The question is, are the murders the work of one rogue individual or part of a greater plot to purge the world of human life as we know it?

Despite the seriousness of her situation, Jane’s sardonic voice carries the action.  Strong-minded and incapable of taking herself seriously, Jane is someone we both laugh and sympathize with as she learns as much about herself as about her strange new world.  Her strong voice is especially evident in the short sample chapter, comprising the first six pages of the book, which I have embedded in this email.

As for me, Tempest Rising is my first novel.  I’ve just finished my doctorate at the University of Edinburgh, and will soon be returning to the States to take up a teaching position at Louisiana State University in Shreveport.  Thank you very much for considering my query and I hope to hear from you soon.  If you give me a shot, I’ll live up to your faith in me.  Promise.

I very much liked aspects of this query. Although most of my queries were emailed, they would fit on a single page if printed out. I knew I was doing the right thing by starting out with the basic facts of my manuscript, then moving to a synopsis, then moving to my bio. I also liked my synopsis, for the most part. But I had this third paragraph thrown in, that I wasn’t sure I was happy with. It felt a bit like I was bragging. Plus, I’m pointing out something I say they should be able to see in my synopsis. So why am I saying something that’s supposed to be obvious? Finally, I knew I was showing my nervousness about my lack of experience in that last, biographical paragraph. It screams, “I know I have no credentials! I’m sorry! Please like me anyway!”

So here’s the next evolutionary stage of my query that I sent out:

I am seeking representation for my supernatural novel, Tempest Rising, complete at around 89,000 words.  I believe that Tempest Rising would interest your agency in that it’s a contemporary urban fantasy that’s sassy, intelligent, and sexy.  I like to describe it as inhabiting the unique space created if Interview with the Vampire collided with Sex and the City.

In the tiny village of Rockabill, Maine, Jane True—bookstore clerk and secret night swimmer—has no idea that her absent mother’s legacy is entry into a world populated by the origins of human myths and legends.  It is a world where nothing can be taken for granted: vampires are not quite what we think; dogs sometimes surprise us; and whatever you do, never—ever—rub the genie’s lamp.   For Jane, everything kicks off when she comes across a murder victim during her nightly clandestine swim in the freezing winter ocean.  This grisly discovery leads to the revelation of why she has such freakish abilities in the water: her mother was a Selkie and Jane is only half human. With this knowledge, Jane soon finds herself mingling with supernatural creatures alternately terrifying, beautiful, and deadly—all adjectives that quite handily describe her new friend Ryu, who is a handsome bloodsucker (literally—not in the corporate sense).  When Ryu is sent to Rockabill to investigate the murder, he and Jane fall hard for each other even as they plummet into a world of intrigue threatening to engulf both supernatural and human societies.  For someone is killing half-humans like Jane.   The question is, are the murders the work of one rogue individual or part of a greater plot to purge the world of Halflings?

As for me, Tempest Rising is my first novel.  I’ve just finished my doctorate at the University of Edinburgh, and will very shortly be returning to the States to take up a teaching position at Louisiana State University in Shreveport.  Thank you very much for considering my query.  If you give me a shot, I’ll live up to your faith in me.   Promise.

Notice I’ve taken out that useless, floppy third paragraph. You want to keep your query toight (said in Mike Meyer’s Goldmember accent). I’ve also tweaked my synopsis, to make it less apocalyptic by taking out the “human life as we know it” in order to focus on what’s unique to my book, the purging of halflings.

I’ve also fiddled with my first paragraph. I was never sure, exactly, what genre TR was, since I hadn’t been reading genre fiction for years. From what I could tell by researching, it seemed to be this new Urban Fantasy genre, but I wasn’t entirely confident it wasn’t paranormal romance or something else. So, here, I waffled and wrote an extra “supernatural” along with UF. Which, basically, does nothing. I would have been better off sticking with only UF, or introducing the other genres I thought it might be. I do like, however, how I took out the bit about the sequel. It’s important information, but they have to like this project before they’ll want another project. When an agent did like this project, that was one of the first questions they asked. And I think it was sort of like rationing treats: I got to say, “Oh, yes, of course, I have a series planned,” then, after they already were interested. So my query was a treat, the fact I had a series planned was another treat, all doled out slowly rather than thrown in the agent’s face.

There’s also still that pesky, beggary last sentence.

Here’s my final version:

I am seeking representation for my paranormal mystery/romance novel, Tempest Rising, complete at around 89,000 words.  I believe that Tempest Rising fits your agency’s interests in that it’s a razor-edged example of commercial and contemporary urban fantasy: sassy, intelligent, and sexy.  I’ve included a short synopsis with this email.

In the tiny village of Rockabill, Maine, Jane True—bookstore clerk and secret night swimmer—has no idea that her absent mother’s legacy is entry into a world populated by the origins of human myths and legends.  It is a world where nothing can be taken for granted: vampires are not quite what we think; dogs sometimes surprise us; and whatever you do, never—ever—rub the genie’s lamp.   For Jane, everything kicks off when she comes across a murder victim during her nightly clandestine swim in the freezing winter ocean.  This grisly discovery leads to the revelation of why she has such freakish abilities in the water: her mother was a Selkie and Jane is only half human. With this knowledge, Jane soon finds herself mingling with supernatural creatures alternately terrifying, beautiful, and deadly—all adjectives that quite handily describe her new friend Ryu, who is a handsome bloodsucker (literally—not in the corporate sense).  When Ryu is sent to Rockabill to investigate the murder, he and Jane fall hard for each other even as they plummet into a world of intrigue threatening to engulf both supernatural and human societies.  For someone is killing half-humans like Jane.   The question is, are the murders the work of one rogue individual or part of a greater plot to purge the world of Halflings?

As for me, Tempest Rising is my first novel.  I’ve just finished my doctorate at the University of Edinburgh, and will very shortly be returning to the States to take up a teaching position at Louisiana State University in Shreveport.  Thank you very much for considering my query.

It’s as short as I could possibly get it, with no extraneous padding. No jazz hands, no cartwheels, no sequins: it just says the facts, ma’am. You hear a lot about how your query letter’s tone should match the voice of your novel, but notice how I reserve that for my synopsis. The way I look at it, agents get 1,000 witty appeals a day, and I’m not going to spend hours trying to outwit all the other witty authors. So I keep the query streamlined by having a “just the facts ma’am” approach to my bio and the facts of my MS, and inject voice into my very short synopsis.

Notice I’ve taken out the stuff about Interview with the Vampire and Sex in the City. We’re often told to compare our manuscripts to established writers, but I’m not sure I like this advice. My books ended up having something about “If you love Sookie Stackhouse, you’ll love Tempest Rising!” stuck on them, and I’ve noticed some reviews read as if the author came to the book with this expectation solely in mind. Then, they’re either pleased OR disappointed to discover they either do or do not find my Jane to be similar to Sookie. In other words, it sets up an expectation I don’t know if I really can, or want to, meet exactly.

I think the other problem with this approach is that I meant something specific from comparing Interview with the Vampire and Sex in the City about the tone of my book. But people could read this a hundred ways. Does this mean it’s a horror novel with fashionable female vamps instead of male vamps? Does this mean it’s about the dating lives of four female vampires? No matter what, though, a reader of this line is led to two conclusions: sex and vampires. While this isn’t wrong, my book only has one vampire, and he’s “not really” a vampire. So if an agent does read this line and think, “Finally! That Sex in the City with vampires books I’ve always dreamed about!” they’ll be disappointed I didn’t give it to them, and may dismiss the project because they can’t see past that disappointment.

I’ve also gone ahead and admitted I have no idea what I wrote, by calling it paranormal mystery/romance in the first sentence, then urban fantasy in the second. If you do know what you wrote, definitely say what you wrote. But if you’re like me, and you’re writing in a cross-genre, I like the idea of giving the agent space to figure out how he or she thinks it can best be marketed. This does not mean call your clearly-mystery MS an “epic fantasy mystery thriller romance” so that you “appeal” to everyone. That sort of trick will appeal to no one. But do keep your genre-bindings as loose as possible if you are writing in a cross genre.

Also note how short my bio is, especially without my silly appeal. That’s because I hadn’t done anything an agent would be interested in, really. If you have done something interesting, definitely say it! But don’t feel the need to explain to the agent in great detail what an amazing, unique individual you are. They don’t care. They’re buying into your manuscript, not you as a person.

Here are my top five rules for querying:

  1. KISS: Keep It Short, Stupid!
  2. Agents want a manuscript they can sell, not a BFF, so focus on your work and not on yourself. The only caveat would be if your experiences are important to your project (e.g., you wrote a book about climbing Kilimanjaro, and you’ve actually climbed Kilimanjaro).
  3. Nail that synopsis!
  4. Don’t be tempted to pad or apologize for your experience (or lack thereof).
  5. Desperation is a stinky cologne. Thanks to Super Troopers, we have a pithy way of saying be confident, or at least act confident. No begging allowed!

The harsh truth is that querying is a brutal process, so don your thickest skin. Just as with insemination, however, remember that it only takes one. You don’t need forty agents, you just want that single agent that loves your project and really wants to see it succeed. So keep at it–keep polishing that query, tweaking the synopsis, and tightening that manuscript–until your agent comes along.

And good luck!

Feel free to ask me any questions you have in comments. I’ll either address them in comments or I may go ahead and make this a series.

Hope this helps!

Laying On The Gas Pedal; or, What I Get From Writing

I’m lucky. I really enjoy my job(s). I love teaching because I get to interact with students, work with literature, and I love the performance aspect of the job.

But what is it about the writing that I love so much?

To be honest, a lot about writing can be frustrating. There’s the fact that, comparatively, I spend less time writing than I do with other writer-related things. Indeed, the raw-act-of-creation-type-writing is about one tenth of the job. The rest of it is outlining, pre-writing, rewriting, revising, editing, proofing, copyediting, writing back copy, promoting, et cetera. These things aren’t entirely frustrating, and oftentimes they lend themselves to their own types of pleasure. But the fact remains that writers actually write comparatively little when set against everything else they have to do in order to be published.

The way I get through the minor frustrations is how most people cope: I focus on the joys. The fact is, that one-tenth of the time I get to create-write is such a pleasure. I love sitting down and thinking up new scenarios that will shed light onto character’s hitherto unacknowledged darknesses. I love dreaming up conversations in which characters say all the things I wish I could say. But even better is when I go back and ruffle those conversations up, to make them more realistic and less of a fantasy. In doing so, I get that initial chance to be stunningly articulate, while later acknowledging and accepting the limitations that make up reality, at least as it is perceived by me.

Oftentimes, I admit, I work through things that are bothering me, touch upon memories that are either precious or that hurt, or I imagine things that I would like, one day, to happen. Of course, I then have to make these experiences and fantasies not-mine; I have to make them into Jane’s, or Iris’s, or Grizelda’s. In doing so, I can often play devil’s advocate to my own perceived ambitions or desires. I can work through, imaginatively, what it would be like to get what I wanted. Oftentimes, I discover that what glitters is actually dusted with those crappy sparkles that stick to everything, and never wash out of my hair.

I also get to “read” my characters, to a certain extent, as I imagine my readers do. Sometimes I want Jane to do one thing. Halfway through the scene, however, I realize Jane would never do what I want her to do, she’d do what Jane wants to do. That was absolutely the way book three ended, for me. I had no idea you-know-who was going to do you-know-what to you-know-who. She just did it, and I was like, “Holy shit!” and she was all, “Hahahahaha! You thought you could write me, did you!”

When that happens, there is much joy. There’s also horror, as I realize I now have no idea where books five and six are going, without you-know-who in the role I thought she was playing. But mostly there’s joy. Because if a character can feel that real to me, I’m hoping she feels that real to my readers.

So that’s a few of the things I get from writing, and I do take huge pleasure in it. In fact, I’m most chuffed when I receive a note or a review that says, basically, “I like reading your work because I can tell you like writing it.” I know I’ve felt that way about certain authors I love: I can practically see their gleeful little faces all lit up with pleasure behind their writing.

Have you ever felt that way about a particular writer, as if you could feel their joy in their words?

Nearly Finished: Or, Why It’s Not Always Easy to Nut Up or Shut Up

I’m nearly finished with my rough draft of Eye of the Tempest. In fact, I’m just about to embark on (gutting and re)writing one of the mini-climactic scenes that will shortly lead up to the big bang climax. This is not to say that the book is nearly done. There will still be a lot of editing after my agent and betas read it, and I also have a series of “fixes” I’ve identified that need to be changed before anyone even sees it. I also write what I like to think of as “thin” rough drafts, that I go back and pad with more detail.

But first I have to get to the end. And that’s what I’d like to talk about today–how hard it is to get oneself over that last hump which is the near-end of the book. I think this difficulty consists of a bunch of elements, including (but not limited to) the following:

  • Commitment issues! We all have ‘em, to a certain extent. And let’s face it: finishing a book is a commitment. You’ve committed yourself to having written book X, when, conceivably, you could have written books Y, Z, or (unpronounceable symbol, a la Prince, here), instead.
  • Boredom issues! I’ve already moved on, to be honest. Part of me is thinking about the next book, a small part of me is thinking about the next series . . . but here I am, still with Jane in a cave, where we’ve been for months. I love the little minx, but the end stages of a book are a slog, simply because it’s been THIS book for SO long.
  • Deadline anxiety! I spend about 1/4 of the time I should be writing planning what work I need to be doing to meet my deadline. It’s an insidious form of procrastination I find unable to resist. Like shortbread, or men with prison records. (Just kidding, mom! Really! Sort of!)
  • Real life! It’s like the Murphy’s Law of Deadlines–One never has a deadline, say, in the middle of one’s summer vacation, or the dead period in one’s work. Deadlines must always come slap-dash in the middle of a crisis, or the busiest time in your job, etc. Even if you think you’ve scheduled your deadlines well, Murphy’s Law of Deadlines will exert itself, making sure your ceiling caves in or your plumbing fails, just the week before.
  • The near-phobic anxieties we all must endure, to be authors! Authors, no matter how cool we are on the surface, all have to be basket-cases, somewhere, deep inside. We’re all afraid that THIS is the book that sucks. It was fated to suck; it couldn’t NOT suck; and now we have gone forth and hoarked out that suckáge on the page, for all to point at and laugh. This near-phobic anxiety runs on an inverse ratio, so the closer you get to finishing, the more you’re convinced you’re wading through suckáge.

I’m sure there are more hurdles to jump before finishing a book, and would love to hear about some of them, from you. Because then I can spend this afternoon anxiously meditating on everything y’all have said, rather than doing the writing I need to do, today.

Procrastination itself also runs on an inverse ratio: the closer you are to finishing, the more Facebook sings its siren’s song.

Anyway, I’d love to hear from you about why you find finishing a project (any project) difficult. Or you can just use your comment space to tell me to shut the hell up, get off Facebook, and finish this damned chapter. I will then stare at your comment, wide-eyed (and not writing) as I think about just how right you are.

Book Deal and Day Job Announcements!

I am so excited to announce all sorts of good stuff!

First of all, there’s going to be MORE JANE TRUE! Orbit has bought Jane True, Books 4, 5, and 6. Don’t ask me what they’re going to be called, because I am totally stuck. “Tempest” related names seemed like SUCH a good idea . . . till I ran the fuck out of ideas. Number six might wind up “Tempest Bledsoe.” Just a warning.

But, names aside, there’s going to be MORE JANE! Which makes me so unbelievably happy, not least because I can continue working with everyone at Orbit. They’ve been SO great, and I feel so very honored and humbled by their faith in me.

So that’s some huge news, and very exciting. But equally huge and exciting is that I am on the move, again!

I’ve adored my time at LSUS. My colleagues and students couldn’t have been more amazing. But my life has changed so much with the publication of the books, and it’s more than a little scary working for Louisiana higher ed when there’s a budget crisis. So I am thrilled to announce that I’m moving to teach as an assistant professor in Seton Hill’s MFA program for Writing Popular Fiction. Yes, you read that correctly . . . it’s an MFA specifically for popular, publishable fiction. Here’s the blurb from our website:

http://www.setonhill.edu/index.cfm

The Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction at Seton Hill is one of the only programs in the country that teaches writers to create – and market – the fiction that sells. Upon graduation from Seton Hill’s program, you will have completed a full-length market-ready novel, earned a Master of Fine Arts degree from a leading liberal arts University, and become part of a supportive network of published authors.

Seton Hill University’s unique Master of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction teaches students to write marketable novels in popular genres like mystery, romance, science fiction, horror, and fantasy. Additional specialties include literature for children and adolescents, and cross-genre blends like romantic suspense or young adult mysteries. Knowing that graduate students have many obligations, Seton Hill has designed a flexible, intensive-residency format that allows you to earn a Master of Fine Arts degree while working full-time or caring for a family. One-on-one mentoring by established writers enables students to develop a writing project in a genre of their choice. Online contact with other participants ensures that students become part of a writing community and that they receive varied commentary on their work-in-progress. Week long residencies, twice each year, inform and enliven the writing experience, bringing students together on Seton Hill’s campus to learn the basics and complexities of popular fiction. Lectures and workshops by guest writers of regional and national fame (and editors, agents and publishers) add extra impact to the residency experience.

How cool is that? This semester, I’ll be mentoring students who are writing Urban Fantasy, and teaching at least one online course. I’ll also get an iPad, which I will name Bessie.

So I’m moving to Pittsburgh, people! Seton Hill is in Greensburg, but I’m a city gal by nature. The idea of walking to get a coffee THRILLS me. And in Pittsburgh, I’ll be closer to my family and friends in Chicago, my friends on the East Coast, and an airport from which I can go wherever I please (not just DFW).

That said, I am very sad to leave Shreveport and my friends, colleagues, and students here in Louisiana. I’ve loved my time here and y’all couldn’t have been more welcoming and generous. Thank you so much for a beautiful run, and I will miss you all very, very much. Look me up if you’re in Pennsylvania. :-)

Let’s Talk About Sex . . . Again

I am, once again, to be found in the internetz talking about the sex.

In a professional capacity, por su puesto.

Please come on over, comment, and let me know if there’s some issues about sex and mainstream publishing you’d like me to address! :-)

That Ubiquitous New Year’s Post…

I wasn’t going to do a New Year’s post, because I am, of course, ornery about New Year’s.

(In case you haven’t noticed, I’m ornery over just about everything)

So why am I ornery about New Year’s? It’s because I hate the idea of resolutions. And why do I hate resolutions? It’s because I hate the idea of living for watershed moments. I hate the idea of saying, “On January first, THAT’S when I’ll do whatever super important thing I really need/want to do. Until then I’ll do fuck all . . . but on January first, it’s ON!” 

Because it rarely, if ever, is on. What you’ve put off for a month can inevitably be put off for another month. Or you wait for the magic of the New Year’s resolution to kick in, and then you realize that it’s January fifth and nothing has happened because what you want to do requires work, not magic.

In other words, you can intend all you want, but things don’t get done until you do them.

Plus, New Year’s is inevitably a pain in my ass. Whenever I make plans, they fall to pieces. For example, this year, about a month ago, I bought tickets  to see this super awesome concert in Chicago with my good friend. Now she has phneumonia in both lungs (get well soon, Loren!) and I am going to go watch Harry Potter with Mrs. Bunch, my former English teacher.

I felt pretty shit about this, to be honest. Not about spending time with Mr. and Mrs. Bunch, whom I adore, but about not getting my vacation. For going to Chicago for the concert was going to be My Vacation: I was going to use going into the city and staying with Loren as my time to see friends, shop, get some stuff done I’ve been wanting to do (tattoo!!!!) and basically just be a jet-setting city girl instead of a hermit writer.

So I was really disappointed about not getting my vacay, and I felt pretty mopey. Until I made some calls, got on Expedia, and bought tickets to San Francisco, to see my friend with whom I spent last New Years.

(Which, btw, was a PERFECT New Years as my friend, Jana Henning, organized it, and she is the most brilliant, beautiful, funniest, smartest, awesome, and most likely to make me pee in my pants person EVER.) (And yes, the peeing has happened. She made me pee all over the Greek islands once. Our friendship is like a comedic bio hazard.)

So now, instead of spending a lame assed New Years in Elburn, I am spending a productive New Years getting ready for my BAD ASS trip to San Fran.

And the reason I have money to do stuff like this, although the ticket was actually outrageously cheap–nothing like the fear of terrorism to bring down ticket prices, is because I don’t make resolutions. I don’t say, “Next week, I’m gonna . . .” Instead, I’ve learned to say, “Right now, I’m gonna. . .”

Meanwhile, acting upon this attitude was, indeed, a skill I had to learn. Doing my Ph.D., I was always going to start writing, I just had to research one more thing . . . I just had to get inspired . . . I just had to . . .

Finally, my supervisor(s) were like, “You just gotta stop making excuses and start writing.” Eventually, I learned to do just that. But it was difficult. Excuses are great! Not starting is even better! Cause if I didn’t start, I couldn’t fail.

Eventually, I realized that what was wrong with me wasn’t my project, or my paragraph, or my idea . . . what was wrong with me was my definition of “failure.” I had set up in my mind this dichotomous world where everything was either “perfect” or a “failure.” But that’s not how life really works. If you want to lose twenty pounds, but you only lose five, that’s not a failure. If you attempt an idea that doesn’t come to fruition, that’s not a failure. If you write a rough draft that’s rough, that is not a failure.

These are all just steps required on the way to success, and they are victories in themselves.

So try a different type of resolution, this year: not to make resolutions. Instead, just try to get things done. Don’t let yourself get bogged down by final, ultimate, goals. See life as what it is: a process where sometimes we perform major coups, but most of the time we take faltering steps forward (and occasionally backward) that eventually culminate in real, substantial success.

Oh, and pre-order Tracking the Tempest. It’s up on Amazon, and should be available everywhere else, soon. ;-) Yay!!!!!