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So, I needed to change a fuse in a secondary fuse box…which means walking out of the house, around the front, and unlocking the cellar door to get into the master box to shut down the main power, because I am not fooling around with electricity if there is a slight chance I can meet my maker sooner than I would like.

ANYWAY.  I think, “I could leave the cellar door open.  I live in the middle of the country, no neighbors, and there’s no access to the house from here…nothing of value to steal.  Make life easier.”

And another part of me thinks, “Do you want to be murdered?  Because this is how you get murdered.  Someone decides to off you – maybe they’ve wanted to kill you for God knows what reason, or maybe some random guy walking down the road decides this is a great way to off someone so they do it.  And NO ONE WOULD KNOW.  It is the perfect murder.  You walk in carefully, wipe off your prints from the main power switch, and disappear.  The traffic on this road is so light the chances of them being seen is NILL.”

Pause.  “OK, I guess I’ll lock up on the tiny, tiny, extremely off chance that someone might want to murder me.”

And so I did.  And lived to tell the tale.

(And the fuse changing went fine.  A little stubborn, but guess who has hot water again?)

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Little Things Blog Hop Use Me


Hello!  Colleen S. Myers is hosting a Blog Hop…look below to see more blogs, some of which are giving cool stuff away, and to enter to win a gift card.  :)

I have often said to people something like, “If you are not made easily happy, it will be hard for you to be happy at all.”

The Blog Hop is about the little things that make us happy…and I think that it’s important to celebrate that.

There is nothing wrong with enjoying anything – whether it is a small, simple thing (Falling in love with a new author whose book you found for a steal at a library sale, The Game of Thrones returning, the warmth of the sun on a spring day) or something huge, like a vacation.  It’s the little things in life that get us through every day until we can get to the big things.

My little thing right now is hiking.  Well, I don’t really call it hiking – I have a stick, I have a snazzy hat, but I don’t often do tall mountainous paths that take hours to get to a scenic view.  (And when I say often, you may translate that to, I did it because it was at a National Park and several days from home so I figured I’d better do it because I’d never get the chance again.)  So, maybe I am more of a pleasure walker.  The past few weeks have had unseasonably warm weather (It’s blissful, but I am well aware it is not normal.  But I can’t change it, so I will enjoy it and hope for the best.) and that has made me itchy to go out.

I love walks.  I love feeling the breeze – it’s warm and inviting, no teeth to it at all – and the sun on my skin.  I love looking at the light on the water.  It feels good to move the body and feel fresh air going into the lungs.  The hikes were all smooth, easy going paths, so you just set the pace and got going and it was lovely and easy.

Going to a park has a way of lifting my spirits.  Especially after a couple of months of being cooped up in the house.  So that’s my little thing, my little look forward to.  What’s yours?

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So, I finally, actually wrote the ending to The Chocolatier’s Ghost.  I officially finished Tuesday, and it was marvelous.  After weeks of brutally pulling the words out of the cold muck of my head and setting them, carefully, side by side the ending came in a flood of words.  I totally had that “OMG I AM A WRITER” high for a bit.

I looked at the list of “chapters” in Scrivener, and counted them, decided that I wanted to be done by March 31st with draft two, and divided it by the days left.  There are 50-some “chapters” – right now any change of scene or person merits a new chapter, and one of the things I’ll be doing is reducing that number.  But I know I have to edit about 6 sections a day (skipping weekends—I’ll work on weekends but I like the buffer) and I will be done.  I really want to clean it up and turn it in to Dragon Well by the end of April.  I think I am, thank God, on track to do so.

I am actually really excited right now.  The book feels “uploaded” in my head, which is the best way to describe the feeling I have right now.  The story is sitting there comfortably and I feel very in touch with it.  I know what needs to happen for the end to work.  I have most of the data I need and I can tell if this section works, what needs tweaked, etc.  I didn’t have a clear vision of Whodunnit until recently – I think that was part of the problem.  I kept getting off track.  I knew what happened, I knew who was doing it, and pretty much why, but when I finally got to the end it changed.  The truth was revealed to me, so to speak, so I now have to make sure it all 100% makes sense.  I need to look at each character and say “Are you doing what you need to be doing?”  I like to make sure that someone could start from the beginning and go, “Oh!  OK!  Yeah, that makes sense.”

It’s like, evidence to support your argument in your thesis.  But except you don’t go to other sources and pull out quotes, you mention things in passing, you build things into the background.

So that is what I am doing.  Deleting a couple of scenes – I have so many unused bits already because they no longer fit – tweaking so that it all fits.  Putting the proverbial gun in the drawer.  And it’s exciting because I KNOW now what I need to do.  I’m not feeling around and guessing.

You know what else is exciting?  I’ll have written a book two years in a row.  Key to All Things was finished…September?  I think?  ANYWAY.  If I can actually finish CG on time, I can write another book, maybe even finish it…this year.  DUDE.

Or maybe I should use this as a time to do some screenplays?  HMMM.  Or short stories?  But it is rather wonderful to be on a finish-a-book-a-year track.  It’s taken me so long to get here.  I am determined that I shall make it last.

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Ffalling in love with writing was easy.

You live out in the middle of nowhere, stories become your friends.  Stories on the long bus rides to and from school, stories while you play, stories while you fall asleep.

To this day I think more in stories, I often day dream things to help me figure out what to say or what to do.  I would rather day dream than think about my day.  I’ll solve a problem or think about a decision if needed, but once the ship of my life is turned in the right direction, stories again are what fill my brain.

So it was not such a huge step, going from stories in my had to writing them down.  It’s such a different set of mechanics…things don’t have to be so thoroughly planned or understood in day dreams as they are in writing (though to be honest, the better you get at writing the more you slip things into day dreams to keep them sensible) or so perfectly plotted.  I love how writing makes you flesh out the world, the people, how you have such a larger palette of words and tools at your disposal.  If I were to write down a day dream – and I rarely do – it would change so very much between the mind and the screen.

As I said, I rarely write down day dreams, because I try not to think over much about what I am writing except when I am stuck.  I prefer to have that moment of discovery at the screen to keep me motivated to keep writing.  If I day dream it. I have already experienced it and I am les motivated to sit and type. Perverse, right?

Tthat brings me to soft candle light.  A couple of times the electricity has been knocked out for days where I live.  The last time I was in the middle of writing something…2009, I think.  We were without power for 9 days.

I lived by candle light. I did not have a laptop so could not write until the battery ran out, so I wrote by candlelight and by the light of kerosene oil lamps.  I read by it, covered by high heaps of covers to keep warm, cooked by it on a propane camp stove.   It is a kinder light, in some ways, yellow and gentle, but the shadows are deeper.  More things can hide in the corners.

To me, candle light is not overly romantic, but a mark of a time of quiet.  Nothing is quieter than a house without electricity, especially in winter during a snow storm.  No cars pass on the road.  The snow smothers most incidental sounds and the animals are in hiding.  All electrical appliances seem to hum, even if the sound is nearly undetectable, and with the power out all that white noise is gone.

I like it, to be honest. That absolute silence.  BUT, I like flushing toilets (nothing says fun like walking down a steep hill with a bucket or two to try and fill it at a creek you hope is not completely frozen over) and automatic heat more.

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One of the things I allowed myself to get excited about was that a friend of a friend paved the way for me to submit to his agent.

I’ve cold-submitted so many times that this one felt…especially hopeful. I had a brand new query letter written more by a friend who’s dead good at queries than myself, and I thought my package was good.

And I got a very nice email…just the right amount of encouraging without making promises…but still a rejection. It felt like it had been written especially for me, and I thought it very kind (though having spent the last week and a half writing emails to students about letting them into classes, I know very well how much words overlap. Just as there are only so many ways to tell someone that they’ve been permitted into a class, there are only so many ways of saying thanks but no.

Normally I’m like, eh. Next! But I admit, while I was my normal resigned nature, there was a little whiff of regret. You get that, though. You have to trust that it all works out for the best.

But any rejection, no matter how kind, can, if you dwell on it, awaken the normal doubts. I was more open to this one, so I had the “What if my book is utterly not able to be sold? Maybe I need to retreat to my nice, safe, independent publishing mold.” And it would be easy, to say, “You are lucky that Dragonwell is willing to publish it. You should let them have it before they change their mind.”

It’s comfortable and comforting. (By the way, Dragonwell, being incredibly awesome, supports my trying to get an agent completely.) To know you can just retreat and do what you always do. (I need to keep it a safety net, and not a safety blanket, though.)

But that’s not how you someday become a hermit, so, I am going to put myself out there again, send of another letter to another agent. Knowing that somewhere, someone has yet to tell me no is always motivating, because there is always hope that it won’t be no.

So, no giving up yet.

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1. Participate in SFFPit.
2. Assume no one will like your tweets.
3. Someone does.
4. Find out you need a synopsis.
5. Panic.

I know better, I really do. To really become a successful author, you should have a variety of things ready.

I used to always have, shiny, and ready to go:

1. A strong query letter.
2. An outline.
3. A 4 page synopsis
4. A 1 page synopsis
5. The first 50 pages.
6. The first 3 chapters, since sometimes 50 pages and three chapters are not the same thing.

I did go through the #SFFpit tag and look to see who got liked…not out of envy, but to see what kind of tweets caught people’s interest in case I wanted to do it again. I liked the idea that you could set things up and walk away, so it might be worth trying. There are several kinds…I think one called #pitmass is coming up, and Pitmad.

So, now to write and re-write, and polish like crazy, a one page synopsis and hope that I can still come off looking like a serious professional worth investing time and effort in. Wish me luck?

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There’s a phrase in fencing called “Poke and pray” — basically you thrust your sword at a person and hope that your tip lands before theirs does. It’s inelegant, it’s just flailing and hoping. On the field you want to be mindful, you want to use your skills, but sometimes, well. Sometimes life is not ideal.

And sometimes, the writing world is like that. You like to think that it’s all about skill, right? But it’s not. It is much more about luck and having a good day. For instance, I am experimenting with the concept of the Twitter Pitch. Today, for several hours, people will be using twitter to pitch their finished fantasy books to agents. You get a max of 10 tweets, and if an agent favorites you, you get to look up their guidelines and send in a query package. Here’s the site for it, in case you are interested: http://dankoboldt.com/sffpit/ It happens every so often, and there are others, like #pitmad, so you’ve not really missed the boat.

To me it’s a clever concept — hey, look, people who actually WANT new authors, instead of just making a guess and hoping! But it’s also daunting. I hate my tweets — I think I reduced my beautiful book to a bunch of tropes. So, I just scheduled a bunch of tweets and walked away. I am not sure if I even want to go on Twitter today. Tweeting and praying, I guess. *grins*

But we try. Sometimes the try is half closed eyes and flailing and hoping we don’t get killed.

(Don’t close your eyes on the fencing field though. Never a good idea with swords coming at you.)

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Ii am trying to get words back into my head.  When I write the world is just there and it
fills my head up, and everythingis fine.  But right now, my head is so empty (no snark, please) that I am
having a hard time trying to decide what to do next.  I am leaning heavily towards trying to figure out
how I screwed up The Chocolatier’s Ghost, especially since I need to do   a semi-re-read of The
Chocolatier’s Wife so I can insert illustrations for a hopefully to someday come out hard cover edition.
(I know, right?  HARDCOVER.)

And I want to draw a map.  I need to draw one so we can see where all my lands
are — Pandroth and Berengeny and the new island in the new book, whose name escapes me — and not
mix up my geography.

That’s the danger of writing a series.
Every time you publish a book you publish hard and fast rules that you need to make sure of,
for consistency.

I’d written a rant and got worried that I would offend someone, so I took it out.  I try and be kind, but…sometimes.

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So, I think I am finally wrapping up The Key to All Things.  It’s about stories.  And love.  And it’s a mystery with air ships and fae magic and swash buckling.

I am really pleased with it.  It FEELS right.

After this, I am unsure what to do…a screen play, a sequel to this, or a look at the hot mess I think The Chocolatier’s Ghost is.  If I do it right, and if I think it is a good book (it has to be worthy of The Chocolatier’s Wife) then I might write a third book, The Herb Mistresses’ Husband, and then that will close the door and Tasmin and William.  Probably.

It is taking me longer to key in the hand written edits than it took me to write the first two drafts, I swear.  But it is worth it, to present something beautiful to the world.

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I finally finished the first draft of the new book. I am tempted to email my publisher to find out if slightly over 100,000 words is OK for a book…I think it is…but it might change the price point, so I go back and forth. I want to write an amazing, non-bloated, perfect book that will make everyone happy, so I’ll just look at it in the second draft and weigh and measure everything carefully.

It’s a good book, though. I feel about it like I felt about The Chocolatier’s Wife…it came out so easily, except the end, which I feel is problematic and does not exactly evoke the feeling I want. There will be a lot of work done there, in the second draft.

I don’t know if I ever talked about the second draft process. It’s going to be slightly different this time. When I usually do the second draft, the first part is to print a copy I can scribble all over, hole punch it and put it in a binder. I accidentally printed this one double sided, (I default to double side because I like to try and be decent to the environment whenever possible) so I will probably keep a stack of lined note paper handy, and insert it next to the page. A (very) long time ago I used to write my books long hand, so I have, hoarder that I am, tons of lined note book paper that I would get on sale. See? Hoarding can be useful.

The reading process will combine two things this time. Usually it’s just comments — I say things like “Need to expand this scene” or “Are his eyes always this color?” “Do we need this?” “Do I deal with this later?” “Need to go back and make sure that we mention this in previous chapter so it makes sense later.” So I’ll mark the copy up, ask a lot of questions. That’s par for the course. Then I will lay the binder open next to my computer, open the file, and start answering those questions.

This time, there will be an added step. I’ve been using Liquid Story Binder to keep track of facts about the characters and the world…when I decided to write a sequel to Chocolatier’s Wife I actually read the book and started a file so that everything would be consistent in the sequel. I wanted to make sure that everything was the same, so I created character dossiers, even for the Wind Sprites, and wrote down every detail of the world that I could, so that there is consistency. I know I am going to write a sequel to The Key to All Things so I need to do this as I go this time, get the data down so I can create dossiers. I also may use Scrivener, and split this book up into chapters as I go.

The dossier for CW will be useful, also, because The Key to All Things takes place in the same world…and the Pandroth Empire plays a very tiny part that will become much more important later. I have this odd little network of books in my head that all take place on the same planet. It’s fun, to create the connections in my head, and I think it makes the world feel more round and real.

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