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Awwww, you've got to see this! Then scroll down and see what Carleen Brice's cat does to amuse himself. Thanks, Ron.

Making a Literary Life Friday: Reflect & Anticipate

The winter solstice is the shortest day of the year. Or perhaps it's the longest night of the year. Whatever your perspective, it has long been considered a day of consideration. Here at the Writers' Group, we're counting our many, many blessings and pondering the darker moments we've had throughout 2007. Consider this: We must stumble through the dark, lost and unsure, so as to truly appreciate the gift of a new dawn.

We won't be posting next week. To each and everyone of you, happy holidays and thanks for whistling along with us as we all find our way together.

Lisa
Lisa flew into Boston from California yesterday, welcomed back to New England by snow, icing and airport delays. Then again, she could be in Boise, waiting to get the rest of the way to Massachusetts. Until she finds a computer, wherever she may be, we are grateful to have the chance to see her in person again -- the best Group holiday gift of all!

Amy
Blessings? First and foremost, my family. And that adorable puppy I fell in love with back in May; he's brought pure joy to my life. Yes, oh, yes, the sale of TETHERED. The dark moments? Well, my mother's illness. The desperate days when I didn't think my book would be submitted never mind sell (have I mentioned how difficult the revision process is for me?). There were other times, too small to mention. I prefer to concentrate on the blessings. And right near the top are the women of the Writers' Group, as well as each and everyone of you who's stopped by here to share your stories. Together we've created a far-reaching community of support. You're all cherished.

Hannah
This has been a quiet year, which I appreciate as a very good thing. Tragedies in friends' lives made me realize even my worst days can still be a gift in some way. I am grateful to have a happy, healthy family and truly amazing family and friends in a circle that extended even further this year. I am grateful for opportunities to show off the wide world and all that lies in it to my children. I am grateful the Muse comes to me time and time again, and that the Writers' Group is patient with me as I learn to pick and choose what She offers. What more could one want? I'm hoping/thinking Grub Street's 2008 Muse and the Marketplace is going to be lucky for me. I'd say fingers crossed, but they're too busy on the keyboard!

Lynne
As I reflect on 2007, I don't know where to begin to count my blessings. Thank you, Tom for working by my side to spread my proactive parenting message, while helping me promote Negotiation Generation. Caitlin, my dear daughter, I'm so happy you found the college that will make your singer's dream come true. Stephen, my sweet son, I cherish the one-on-one time I have with you.

It's true that this year will go down in my life's history as remarkable, when eighteen days after the publication of my parenting book--nine days after submission--Life Without Summer sold to St Martin's Press. I won't say the year has been without its anxieties, its stress. I will say I got through it because the people who love me really love me, and they support what I'm trying to accomplish. I truly don't know where I'd be without my family and my dear writers' group--Lisa, Amy and Hannah, you are the best!

May 2008 hold an abundance of blessings for you and yours, and in the darker moments, I wish for you, light. Happy New Year!

Presents

Posted by Lynne

There's a Griffin family conversation that happens every year around this time. Someone asks, "What do you want for Christmas?"

Tom always says, "Socks and underwear." Caitlin, "Books and candy." Stephen, "Music."

And I say, "I don't need anything, I already have everything I want." To which I get booed for being "cheesy."

I say this every year, because a person with a supportive, loving husband and two healthy respectful teenagers is already more than blessed.

For more years than I can count I could've said, "I want a hard-working, well-respected agent. One who understands my work and hopes to help me build a career. A woman preferably--one who knows how to talk about books, and publishing and even ventures into easy family chit-chat." No, I could not ask for this gift out loud. Even Santa doesn't know how to wrap up a present so perfect.

As far back as 1998, I dreamed I'd find a nonfiction book deal under my tree. A parenting book, please. This wish was one I hadn't done as well to hide, everyone who loves me knew about this dream. I'd never ask for it though, because I knew it couldn't be found in stores or borrowed. This gift would have to be earned through hard work and perseverance--no one could give it to me.

For more than seven years now, long before a single word graced the page, I could have asked for a published novel. I'd read of the miraculous stories of actresses discovered at soda fountains, why not a writer who pondered her stories in a seaside town in Massachusetts. Silly dreamer, best to keep that secret wish just that.

You'd think that this year when all my private desires have been realized that I'd say the same thing to my family when asked what I wanted for Christmas. Certainly now I truly don't need anything else. Instead, this year before I had the chance to contain it, one word popped out of my mouth. My secret wish no longer wished to be secret.

time

I want time to read the work of great writers. I want to aspire to be a better writer, to take the gifts I've been given and nurture them. I want time to write my next story, to spend time with the make-believe people I can already call family. I want time with my family and my friends, the people who know who I really am and how deeply grateful I am to be living a literary life.

I suppose all I've ever really wanted is time, whether I said so or not. Funny how the gift of twenty-four hours a day has always been there. Exactly how to spend that precious present has always been the trick.

So I'm asking for time this year. And I'm wishing all of our blog friends and readers Happy Holidays. May you be blessed with the clarity to see the gifts of time hidden within every day and the wisdom to know how to use it.

Huge thanks to the amazing foreign rights department at St Martin's Press who continue to give me gifts. This week my novel, Life Without Summer sold to Germany.

The Last Place I Looked

by Hannah

This morning the house was in an uproar. My son lost his hermit crab, a tree crab with a metallic green shell that wandered away yesterday as my son played guitar, and that he forgot (which is rare) once it was out of sight. We ripped the house apart this morning at six, when he should have been catching his last bits of sleep and I exercising; at least for some reason he remembered.

When my daughter came down, she asked where we'd looked. Everywhere, we said, starting with the dining room where it was last seen, with the two farthest rooms the least searched: my son's bedroom and the office. She disappeared down the hall and a minute later said, "Found him!" "Where?" "In the paper towel tube on the bedroom desk that says Krabby's Tube." Which, of course, is where the crab really was left; luckily the critter didn't get it in his little head to venture past it.

This relates to fiction how, you ask? Well, like this:

When a story isn't working, the most frustrating thing is to find out where that element went. After all, everything was in your head at some point, wasn't it? What didn't make it out? You check in with all the characters, you re-examine setting, you add stakes, you firm up the voice. Still, not quite.

Then one day you find out that you didn't really look everywhere, or perhaps not as carefully as you thought you did. I, for example, needed to up the stakes after the last round of reading, which as I've said before, was fine with me. The challenge was to add more and yet wrap it all tighter. I knew what I wanted to add, but hadn't known before how to weave it in more fully, and thus had left it out.

One of my characters finally whopped me upside the head. Not my main character, mind you, who has been trying to present himself as sympathetic despite a raffish streak. No, a relative of his gave me a Look and said, "Don't you know him well enough by now? He's a game player. Think hard on that, dear." Funny how in a book in part about games, I'd worked it out on one level, then two, but what it really needed was yet another, third level of interplay.

She was right, of course. (Funny, because she is the character I trust the most within the story.) My main man had been less than forthcoming, as had another character, in fact. And after examining that last dark spot more carefully, I pulled out pieces that fit together and fit into the whole of the story. So next time I find myself with a dilemma like this, I'll know better. You rarely have to go outside and bring in new things. The need is to recheck, carefully, all the corners. Don't skip even the most obvious places, the ones labelled with big block letters in Sharpie marker: Krabby's Tube. Game Players. The last place you look is, of course, always right in front of you to start.

Ten (Give or Take) Things I've Learned (So Far) About Publishing

By Amy

If you know better or have had different experiences, please share in the comments, but this is what I've learned so far:

1) The Interview - If you have the opportunity, first talk to the editor interested in buying your book. I had the chance to do this with various editors the day before the auction for TETHERED. I believe the really savvy editors do this and I like working with savvy people. It also gave me insight into what edits they envisioned for my manuscript. For me, some terms were non-negotiable, I would rather stuff my book under the bed than change certain scenes. The editor I really, really, really wanted to work with, the one whose suggestions I believed were brilliant, is now my editor. That phone call made all the difference (for me).

2) Rights - When your lovely agent fields offers for your book (oh, blessed day!), you may need to decide whether to sell World or North American rights (I've heard there are subcategories for English-language, Spanish, etc, but let's stick to generalities). There are pros and cons to both. If you were to sell only NA, your agent could then sell foreign rights through her contacts abroad. These dollars would go directly into your pocket (with your agent taking the standard 20% on all foreign sales). That's very nice. If you sell World, what your publisher sells goes toward your advance; the publisher takes 25%, you take 75% -- UK is a 20-80 split -- and that 75% (minus your agent's cut, I believe) pays against your advance. Conceivably, you could earn out your advance even before a single book is published and it builds A LOT of enthusiasm in-house when the foreign rights team gets sale after sale. Everyone notices. Very nice. Oh, and I had no idea foreign rights even paid anything to the author, much less could be equally or even more lucrative than the domestic advance. Very, very nice.

3) The Contract - Read it. Even if you think it's all Greek, read it. You may very well save yourself and your publishing team a headache. You'll no doubt learn what rights you are and are not afforded when it comes to your work. Each contract is negotiated on its own terms, so I can't generalize, just read it. Oh, and you do know your advance is divided into thirds (usually, though fourths if it's 6 figures), right? The first third is paid out upon signing the contract, the second upon delivery & acceptance of edits (d&a), and the third on publication day. It's like Christmas all year.

4) Cover Art - What a revelation: I know very little about book covers. I know what catches my eye, but I don't know what sells books. When my editor emailed my cover concept, it wasn't anything like I had long imagined (see photo above). Instead of reacting, I looked at this website and this one. That's when I realized it's better to leave this sort of thing to the professionals, they know the market, they know what attracts booksellers and buyers. So I defer. And I do like, really like, the latest concept I was shown.

5) Edits - Editors do edit -- at least mine does. You've heard a thousand times they don't anymore -- oh, where have all the Max Perkins of the world gone, they lament. My editor's been over my manuscript three times now and has spot-on suggestions. She not only sends me editorial letters, she wants to talk through the details. In fact, everyone I know who's sold a book this year has had the same experience. And listen to your editor, even if you initially don't agree with the points made, mull them over. Try. This is why it's important to refer back to #1.

6) Title -- Kristen asked about this one. I was convinced mine would change, so I prepared myself for it. The title of my novel was originally Living, but after the first chapter, I changed it to TETHERED. I never allowed myself to marry it, though, a writer shouldn't. An agent or editor can change it at any time usually for good reason. In fact, right before my agent sent it out, she suggested we come up with a few alternatives, but none were quite right. Besides, she said she'd been buzzing it to editors for so many weeks as TETHERED, we had that all important name recognition. So far, my publisher hasn't suggested changing it -- though I remain open to all possibilites, we must be -- and I haven't said a word. Shhhh.

7) Catalog Copy - Remember back when you were querying agents, trying to summarize your 80,000+ manuscript into one measly paragraph? That nut graf is essentially your catalog copy, the brief paragraph that goes in the publisher's catalog that is then sent to booksellers. Walk into your local independently-owned bookstore, ask the owner (they're wonderful people, ask) to show you all the catalogs on her desk, and you'll realize how important that one brief synopsis is even beyond the query. Don't worry, you'll have an entire team working with you, but you know your book best.

8) Author Photo - The inestimable Ron Hogan of GalleyCat fame summed it up best. A good photo tells the world you care about your career. Don't scrimp. I've squandered good money sitting for good photographers who don't know the subtle art form that is the author portrait. Entirely my fault, I was trying to save money and lost it instead. Go to an experienced photographer who specializes in this. It matters.

9) Blurbs - For some inexplicable reason, I thought asking my favorite authors for a blurb would be fun. Then I read this and this. Warning, don't hit the links, especially if you also thought it would be fun. To be honest, I've had several extremely generous people agree to read my book -- notice how I didn't write blurb my book? That's because they may discover they don't actually have the time or think my writing is substandard or the story itself is somehow inappropriate with the trajectory of their careers. There are many schools of thought on asking for a blurb. I prefer to write personal letters, but some authors may want to be approached by an agent or editor, or there's an established relationship there. Talk it over with your team, you're not alone. But when I think about it, the idea of these amazing authors reading my work makes me nauseated, they're so good and I don't measure...STOP. Don't let yourself think about them reading your words. Just don't.

10) Glaciers - The day after my book sold, my agent warned, don't worry if you don't hear from anyone for a few days, things are going to get quiet. Nope! How many times have you been led to believe that this business moves at a glacial pace? That's not been my experience. Maybe it's because TETHERED sold in October and will be released in September that everything feels as though it's clicking along, too fast, but I know others whose books sold about the same time but will be released later and they've had the same editorial schedule. Whew! Invest in Starbucks.

11) Expectations - Manage them. But also shoot for the moon, you just might land on a star.

Dreams Come True

Posted by Lisa

Last year at the SCBWI conference in NYC, I heard the editor of Twilight speak. She was delightful and encouraging. She spoke about the importance of grabbing the reader with the first few pages. Then she shared the story of how she acquired Twilight. She said, and I paraphrase, "I wasn't much interested in reading the novel at the time, so I handed it to my assistant: Get to this when you can. Let me know what you think." The assistant got to it that Friday evening, Sunday she called the editor at home and said, "I think you should read this." They made a pre-empt offer early that week.

I've just finished reading Twilight. Yesterday, I could barely put it down. It is inspiring and educational reading a book that so clearly is wonderful. Below is an interview from Stephenie Meyer's website. She relates her experience writing Twilight.

"Actually, it all started on 2 June 2003, when this stay-at-homemother of three sons woke up from a dream filled with characters that she just couldn't get out of her head. 'Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the backburner and sat down at the computer to write - something I hadn't donein so long that I wondered why I was bothering."

Three months later, she had finished her first book, Twilight, which was published in2005. The highly-anticipated sequel, New Moon, was published in 2006, and the third book in the Twilight series, Eclipse, in 2007. The fourth book in the Twilight Series, Breaking Dawn, will be released in 2008. Having promised that there will be more than four books, Meyer hopes to have Midnight Sun - Twilight written from Edward's perspective -published soon after the fourth release. Meyer's adult sci-fi novel, The Host, is also planned for publication in 2008.

By the way, it took six months from the start of Twilight to acceptance for publication. Can you say Prolific?

Making a Literary Life: Snowed In

Living in New England, this is bound to happen! Some of us got snowed in (while Lisa was probably lounging in the sun writing about snow)!What do you do when unexpected time comes your way?

Lisa
Funny, and ironic, my novel takes place in the snowy fictional town of Sugarton, New Hampshire, and I live in dry California mountains. I write about snow - it's cold, right? like the ice I put in my drinks when the sun shines down all too bright.

Though I will never celebrate snow days here, unexpected time has come my way. I reduced my hours at work by a third in order to have time to finish my two WIP's; they're three legged dogs that have been hobbling along for months now. It means less money, that's true. But it also means my life has balance. I am happy I've given myself this gift.

Amy
Unexpected time? Gassing up, stocking up, shoveling out, drying out drippy snow stuffs, snuggling sweet cheeks and baking brownies...whew! I'm ready to plop on the couch in front of the fire with Lee Martin's River of Heaven. So excited!

Hannah
Snowed in meant children home early; they rushed out to earn their red cheeks and cold wet outerwear, then returned with friends asking for a video and popcorn. I got work done on my revision, despite knocks on the window and laughter, then hid on the sofa with my eyes closed, where they could not see me below the sills even though I could place their whereabouts by the shouts. I visualized the section needing rewrite (hoping Mother Nature would let up for overnight plows) comparing it to the elements Lynne mentioned in her post. Then after my own little mental movie, a useful exercise, I enjoyed some of that popcorn and the last third of their movie, too!

Lynne
After grabbing the essential groceries, I plopped down by my Christmas tree and worked on my work-in-progress. Like Amy, I'm falling in love with my new friends. In my mind, the only cure for the pain and sadness that comes when you let the characters from a previous novel out into the world is to deepen relationships with new ones.

Speaking of letting your novel out into the world, the wonderful team in foreign rights at St Martin's Press has sold my novel to Holland.

A New House

Posted by Lynne

I've never built a house, but I took a wonderful course on building a novel. When I was deep in to a revision of Life Without Summer, I took a course on story construction offered through Grub Street by the smart and talented Stace Budzko. It helped me then, but how was I to know that eight months later, as I delved into crafting my next novel, that things he taught me would flood into my mind with new relevancy.

The elements of our stories are not unlike those of a house. What we know about our characters--how they behave and misbehave--their desires, wants and needs are as important to the writer as the windows that allow light into the living room. Plot can be seen as the opening and closing of doors. Voice--the house's architectural style.

Having built and sold one novel already, I know that building a good foundation is critical to the novel's ability to stand out in the marketplace. For me, settling on point of view is an important first step in creating the right structure, telling the right story. Whose story is it? Which character(s) have the most to gain and the most to lose given the situations and complications I've chosen to write about? When I find the heart of the story, I know it. I love writing in two voices, so for me there is often more than one heart to consider.

At every stage of novel building it's important to use quality goods. For a writer, the raw materials are words. This time I'm finding it even easier to lay down the structure with care, partly because the more I write the more I fall in love with words. Though in truth, I'm confident, because I trust that even when a house is done, there is nothing wrong with moving a little furniture or hanging new curtains. Even brothers and sisters have been known to change rooms, and parents know when it's time to add a room over the garage.

Perhaps the single most valuable lesson I learned from Stace during that weekend in April relates to setting. I will be forever grateful to him for opening my eyes to the idea that setting can be compelling, not merely a backdrop "where characters do their thing". Whether you imagine the places in your novel as pleasing, forbidding or somewhere in between, setting embodies all the places that influence the way your characters see the world and how they respond to it.

Andre Dubus once said, "We enter the fictional world through memory". During my weekend course, Stace urged me to take every opportunity to pry, eavesdrop, stare, and otherwise gather the material I'd need to build a story. Little did he know that the perspectives he offered, I would remember, serving me well in my building projects down the road.

Santa Baby

by Hannah

With apologies to the writers, (Joan Javits, Philip Springer, Tony Springer), and Eartha Kitt, whose version was only matched to any degree by Cindy Lauper, far as I'm concerned!

Santa Baby,
Slip a book gift card under the tree
For me.
Been an awful good girl
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa Baby, a pre-owned Highlander, blue,
Will do.
I’ll take cartridge ink, too.
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Mom-ing, working, what a list!
Next year I might be agented, too,
If I got one more thing from you:

Santa Baby, I want some time to write
That’s all mine,
No whine,
No clients, kids, or dish lids,
Santa cutie,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa Baby, I remembered something
My ring
On my left finger down there
He’s where?
Taking the kids out for the day?
Hooray!
Santa Baby, thanks for coming down the chimney tonight!

Falling

By Amy

I'm in love. Hopelessly, desperately in love. His name is George and he's tall -- taller than most -- kind beyond words, reserved in the most cordial way possible, and all alone in the world (save for his sickly mother). He's the protagonist in my new novel and like any new lover, I'm eager to learn all there is to know about him.

To be honest, I was a little afraid to wade in again, afraid I wouldn't be as connected to my next character as I was/am to Clara from TETHERED. My first love. But this second blush is perhaps more enticing than my courting of Clara. Now I know what lays ahead: the world building, the discovery of each character's quirks, the desperate need to protect them from the world's ugliness. I am a more experienced lover.

The first time around introduced me to the learning curve. The stumbling along when it came to plotting their lives, clumsily braiding various threads, dense to the metaphors my subconscious typed on the page. Now I understand what must be done and, more important, how to do it. Today at least.

I know the beginning, so many of the scenes in-between, and, like TETHERED, I know the last scene, the very last line. It thrills me to have this assurance.

This is what it is to be a writer. To find myself enmeshed in a fictious life. To be wholly besotted by that world. Overcome. Blessedly overwhelmed. No other aspect of the writer's life compares to the actual writing. Finding the rhythm of the sentences, being transported out of myself, the rush when the words burst forth. Oh, the ecstasy of staggering away with one good page completed!

It's also a comfort to know it won't always be easy. We will tussle, George and I. There will be days when I'll find him distant, aloof. Many months will be spent wondering if the commitment is there to see us through. He will disappointment me and I him. Petulant hours will be followed by angst-filled weeks. I'll second-guess everything. Is there anything worse than doubt?

But then the hope will return, the passion. Then...the words. Ah, new love.

***

By the way, if you happen to run into Ian McEwan, please tell him he's breaking my heart.

I'm now reading ATONEMENT (no, please don't give it away, everyone wants to discuss the ending). If you haven't already bought your copy, you must. This is one of the few times I've found myself tensed, my heart pounding from reading a book. That first chapter -- young, dramatic Briony -- it were as if Mr. McEwan spied on my childhood thoughts and took notes. How does he know what it is to be a girl? I've never been one to highlight or underline text (sacrilege!) but I was tempted with this:

"Another mole, the size of a farthling on her thigh and something purplish on her calf -- a strawberry mark, a scar. Not blemishes. Adornments."

Chills. Yes, he's breaking my heart and not just because I've fallen a bit in love with him too (the man understands women and that is devastatingly irresistable). He is very nearly a perfect writer.

Peter Pan

Posted by Lisa

In a conversation with a lovely writer friend last week, I asked her if she had ever read Peter Pan. “I haven't,” she replied thoughtfully. I wasn’t surprised. We know the story of Peter Pan, we’ve seen the movie, we’ve read abridged four page versions tucked into children’s anthologies, but few of us have delighted in the prose and the limitless imagination that is the work J.M. Barrie penned in 1911.

Peter Pan is suddenly relevant to me and my writing, so it was important I pick up the original text. I was in for a shock.

Last week, Lynne discussed how revision paves the way for limitless possibilities in fiction. In the Grub Street Muse & the Marketplace conference last spring, Michael Lowenthal (delightful in so many ways himself and then some, but I digress) presented a session entitled Astonish Me. J.M. Barrie astonishes. In Peter Pan, the reader is astonished in many ways.

I must share a passage from Peter Pan as it inspires me. Perhaps it will inspire you. The cleverness is stunning, the manner in which character is revealed is brilliant, the dialogue rocks, plain and simple.

“Oh Peter, no wonder you were crying,” Wendy said, and got out of bed and ran to him.

“I wasn’t crying about mothers,” he said rather indignantly. “I was crying because I can’t get my shadow to stick on.”

“It has come off?”

“Yes.”

Then Wendy saw the shadow on the floor, looking so draggled, and she was frightfully sorry for Peter. “How awful!” she said, but she could not help smiling when she saw that he had been trying to stick it on with soap. How exactly like a boy!

Fortunately she knew at once what to do. “It must be sewn on,” she said, just a little patronizingly.

“What’s sewn?” he asked.

“You’re dreadfully ignorant.”

“No, I’m not.”

But she was exulting in his ignorance. “I shall sew it on for you, my little man,” she said, though he was as tall as herself; and she got out her housewife, and sewed the shadow onto Peter’s foot.

“I dare say it will hurt a little,” she warned him.

“Oh, I shan’t cry,” said Peter, who was already of the opinion that he had never cried in his life. And he clenched his teeth and did not cry; and soon his shadow was behaving properly, though still a little creased.

“Perhaps I should have ironed it,” Wendy said thoughtfully; but Peter, boylike, was indifferent to appearances, and he was now jumping about in the wildest glee. Alas, he had already forgotten that he owed bliss to Wendy. He thought he had attached the shadow himself. “How clever I am,” he crowed rapturously, “oh, the cleverness of me!”


Ah, how clever.

Making a Literary Life Friday: Magic

The magic that is fiction is what keeps us all moving forward with the conviction and determination mentioned here this week. At this time of year it's harder, perhaps, to find as much time as we'd all like to write, but that's okay. A visit to the local bookstore -- for gifts for others of course! -- is an acceptable excuse to put off working, and it gives us a chance to immerse ourselves in the magical world, even during chaos. Care to share the one or two books you're buying for others this season?

Lisa
This week I bought my seven-year-old son an unedited and beautifully illustrated version of A Christmas Carol. It's long and detailed and plump with magic and the true meaning of Christmas. We started reading it together last night.

And for me? I bought the original Peter Pan (as it suddenly has relevance to my current YA WIP which is magical realism), and Twilight by Stephenie Meyer.

Amy

I took the kids Christmas shopping the other day and it always entails a trip to the bookstore, Take a look around, show me what you'd like. We do this at birthdays, report card day, Christmas, and on blazing hot or freezing cold days -- any excuse to hit the bookstore. My youngest chose the The Wanderer by Sharon Creech and David Diaz, my son chose Thermopylae: The Battle That Changed the World by Paul Cartledge, and my eldest has fallen for Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series (I read it first and highly recommended it). For myself? I suggested a gift card because there's nothing better than taking some time to browse the shelves and buy whatever I want.

In other news, the amazing foreign rights department at Crown continues to sell Tethered abroad. So far, it will be published in the UK and territories, Italy, Holland, France, Germany, Japan and Brazil. Thanks to each of them!

Hannah

My favorite gift book this season so far is for my niece. I bought her Joe Hill's Twentieth Century Ghosts. She's a committed Phantom fan, knew about the new Sweeney Todd movie before Johnny Depp, I think. I cannot wait to discuss it with her! I also hear A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon is laugh-out-loud funny, and am quite positive Santa will slip that one under the tree for me!

Lynne
After spending hours in bookstores signing stock, giving talks and milling about with customers promoting Negotiation Generation, I still find my way to them to round out my Christmas shopping. This year’s stash includes Ann Packer’s Songs Without Words; Ronlyn Domingue’s The Mercy of Thin Air; and Carol Goodman’s The Sonnet Lover. Oh wait, am I suppose to be shopping for other people?

In NG news—this week my fantastic agent sold the rights to translate my parenting book into Chinese! It will be such a thrill to see a foreign edition of my book.

Never Say Never

Posted by Lynne

When my now eighteen-year-old daughter was a little girl, getting her face wet while playing in water was traumatic. Every summer, whether at the beach down the street or at the lake where we vacation, I'd play games with her aimed at getting her comfortable near water.

"No matter how big I get, I am never going to swim under water," she said.

I didn't tell her then what I knew, which was that some day she'd be completely comfortable with the idea. She would learn that there is little to fear when you trust that you can do it. And last summer she laughed when I reminded her of what she'd believed with every fiber of her being when she was five.

I reminded her after she did a hand stand off the dock--in her clothes.

"I'll never change my title." "I'll never kill off a character." "I'll never read my reviews."

It's fine to have convictions. In fact where would any writer be without them? Yet playing with the word never closes a mind. And a closed mind simply can't be open to new possibilities. Friend of our blog, Judy Merrill Larson wrote a wonderful blog entry about revision this week. She reminds us that every time we dip into our work truly open minded, we have an opportunity to re-vision our work in new and creative ways.

I've been thinking about this a lot during the last few weeks. My novel has been edited and submitted to my editor and I am deep into crafting my work-in-progress. I've come a long way over the last few years in terms of keeping an open mind about my work. I think we become more narrow minded when we're afraid. Fear of feedback. Fear of rejection. Fear of acceptance. These are the things that lock us on to our convictions. Arbitrary yet comfortable thinking that may or may not be in our best interest, or in the best interest of our work.

Now that I am entrenched in writing my second novel, I realize that the beauty of the first draft is its limitless possibilities. I'm not tied to any one conviction, because each day I put my characters in circumstances that allow their transformations to begin. I'm not married to any one situation or scenario, I just want to create scenes that show the reader what I know about a mother struggling to connect with her children because of the distant relationship she had with her own mother. I want readers to feel the breadth of another woman's love for one man, and why this love had the power to lock her in the past.

To show this, to truly convey it, I'll need to listen to my characters tell me their stories. I'll need to let them show me the way. Their journey, and mine, will have its twists and turns, there will be days when together we'll be lost and days when the way is made clear. Now that I've completed one novel, one that has changed along its way, I'll trust the process.

I've decided to leave the word never out of my vocabulary, and like my daughter take the plunge. I'm comfortable submerging myself in writing this story, letting it take me to places I've yet to imagine. It is with an open mind that I'll get to the end of the story.

Get Back!

by Hannah

The dilemma was this: As I waited for comments on Novel One, I took more than a step into the world of Novel Two. This was not a good thing to do. Then again... well, let me explain.

There didn't seem to be a conflict even as the Group shared reactions to Novel One; despite their concerns that they'd overloaded me, I was excited. They liked a great deal about the revision, yet wanted more. There were more layers to be revealed, opportunities to go deeper, richer yet, they said, and I agreed. I left the meeting in good spirits despite the work ahead.

When I got home, I started to think through the changes. I could add that character I'd debated from my female protagonist’s background. I can kill off someone, maybe two? ("Kill, kill, kill!” as said by Arlo Guthrie in Alice’s Restaurant reverberated in my head.) I could expand my main character in a particular way. There was only one hurdle, plot-wise, that needed to be gotten around in order to make these things happen. I let my mind go blank…

and in stepped Novel Two characters, who’d been pushing into my thoughts for some months, only to be told to remain on the doorstep. Until recently. With the draft on the Group’s laps, I’d welcomed them inside, chatted with them, one by one and sometimes as a group. They showed me flashes of moments and story arcs, dutifully transcribed on 3x5 cards.

Suddenly, so close to getting Novel One pushed to the Next Level, I found myself uninterested in it. The main character annoyed me, no longer dashing and intriguing. Why had I ever wanted to get to know him at all? Clearly, if I felt this way, readers would, too. Well, so what, then, if I moved on to Novel Two? These new people were so engaging. Tempting.

I became frustrated, impatient. Why had I spent so much time investing in this character, this story? What about it all would make me so willing to give up on it with the end in sight?

Epiphany moment.

I pushed the Novel Two gang out the front door to consider this. Why was the story not clicking for me, right now? What did I need from the story, from the characters? What would make me fall in love with them all over again, to reinvest myself in their lives? In the answer came the solution to the hurdle.

Despite their banging on the windows, their complaints about the drop in temperature outside, the Novel Two folks will need to amuse themselves without my attentions for a while longer. It will be worth their wait, I know, given everything I have learned from Novel One. It certainly will be worth my wait, and I don't think I'll be waiting all that long.

Staying True

By Amy

After I finish writing this, I intend to print it out and tuck it away in my Tethered binder. Hannah gave me the idea for the binder about a year ago as a way to organize both my thoughts and voluminous amounts of paper. Contained within the plastic covers are: various drafts of the manuscript; all correspondence having to do with what I hoped would someday become a book; and a title page slipped through the plastic cover with a black and white photo of daisies. I indulged myself with that one.

Next, I'll place this in it. It's a promise to myself to stay true to my writing. Not to let external pressures influence what should be an internal experience. How many times have we said to ourselves and each other, his earlier work was so much better. I think what happens with a lot of authors is they begin writing with an eye toward the market, and the passion, what initally compelled the reader to fall in love, falls by the wayside.

So here are my goals for my future self:

- I will always trust my gut. This applies to all areas of my life and has so far served me well in both my writing life and beyond. Unless you've proven otherwise, this is good advice for each of us.

- I will not write for a deadline. Though this is something others can do with aplomb, I know myself well enough not to try. The moment I write with a date in mind, I will write for it instead of for the story.

- I will allow the story as much time as it needs. I sometimes grow frustrated with myself because I don't write quickly. Some days, just a good paragraph, others an entire page and a half. Though twice I've written entire chapters in just a single morning -- chapters that remain largely untouched -- I must be patient with myself and the story. It will come in time.

- I will listen to all who voice an opinion, but no voice will be louder than my own. It is ultimately my story, one I need to stand behind with vigor and confidence. I must believe in it and shape it honestly. Yes, I will listen and take what rings true, but I must remain faithful at all times to the story.

- I will write the best book I can at this point in my life. Years from now, I'm sure I'll look back on Tethered and think of ways to improve upon it. No point in that, is there? I haven't yet become that person. All I can do is the best I can do today.

- I won't read my reviews. Many will disagree with me on this point, but hear me out. To what end? If they're horrible, it will devastate me and if they're glowing, it might paralyze me. Could I learn from a terrible review? It depends. There are few book editors whose opinions I know and trust. I can name them on three fingers. If one of them hated my book, I would be crushed to bits and then how to pick-up the pieces? If it were a reviewer I'm not familiar with, then there's no established trust. Worse would be a fabulous review. It's a fool's folly to believe one's own press. And save me from the middle-of-the-road reviews; mediocrity is the bane of my existence and to be labelled as such would plunge me into an existential funk. Understand now?

- I will work with the best editor available. Having had the opportunity to be edited by a variety of newspaper editors, I know how invaluable a good editor is -- not only to the work itself, but to the psyche. A good editor pushes and pulls forth the very best from a writer, all the while giving encouragement. It's fun and the work is so much better for it. A poor editor dictates and bullies, undermining the writer's confidence in the work. This scenario leaves the author embarassed by the work once it's in print. I allowed that to happen once, years ago. Never again.

- It's not about the money. No matter how much is on the table, if you don't respect the people offering, if the editorial suggestions don't ring true, if the enthusiasm is geared more toward sales than it is toward a passion for the work, then walk away. The price is too high. I've been poor most of my life, I can live with it. I'm pretty sure I can't live with bankrupting my literary aspirations.

- The only competition is my best self. About a month ago, a book in my genre with a striking hook sold at auction in a major deal and then some. Worse, it's due out the same month as my novel. I'll be honest, for a few days I was obsessed with it. And then I realized, not only was I powerless over it, but it didn't make me any less pleased with my own situation. There's nothing I would trade with that author: not my agent, not my editor, definitely not my book. Though others may see our novels as competing titles, I don't. As Lynne always says, each will have its own journey. I wish that author the best of luck.

- Be kind. It's a small world, as is my place in it. Be gracious to everyone, thankful to those who help, and helpful to those who need it.

Hopefully I will remain faithful to these goals, though I imagine I will stumble along the way. Some will be harder to aspire to, others will remain easy. Will I stay true? We shall see.

A little bit of magic

Posted by Lisa


Last week I posted an interview with Gregory Maguire I conducted in the spring of last year. Gregory is hyper-intelligent and delightful; a very inspiring writer to learn from. He recommended a novel: The Diamond in the Window by Jane Langton, another Massachusetts native. It’s the story of two impoverished children who travel at night to a dreamland that is very real.

How many of us, I wonder, have a book that touched some corner of our souls in a way that made writing a possibility for vocation.

Mine was Ginny’s Babysitting Business. I’m ashamed to say I don’t know the author and an internet search gave me zero results. Another was Night of the Red Horse (terrifying magical realism I long to emulate) by Patricia Leitch.

At my son’s hockey game yesterday, I let my imagination wander. I came up with questions about his coaches, their families, the circumstances that led them to live in California; each of them is from far away. Not knowing the answers to many of these questions, I came up with my own answers. I can’t say I’ve ever done this before: look at people and make up their lives for them. It was engrossing; when my son later asked me if I saw his shot hit the post of the net, I had to say “Sorry, I missed it.”

It led me, last night, this morning, to think about the authors who wrote favorite books we have read and loved. Where were they when they thought of their stories. What were their circumstances as they banged on their typewriters or wrote long hand in that days before our blessed word processing programs. They were people, like you and me, creating stories, as you and I do.

Maybe writing is magic, thinking of stories, developing them fully in our minds. Maybe it’s magic that inspires us to persevere through the hundreds of hours, the revisions, the moments when we realize a plot point clearly isn’t working.

The holidays are coming, a time of magic. Find a piece of magic hidden inside you. Close your eyes and think of that book you loved as a child. The novel that told you writing is a cool thing!

Think Bliss

Here's an update from Patry Francis' husband, copied from her blog:

Hi Everyone: Our day yesterday started at 3:30 am as we headed into Boston for Patry's surgery which was scheduled for 6am.It ended with me driving down I93 around 9pm exhausted but ecstatic with how well everything went.The operation was successful and her surgeon, one of the worlds best, was very happy with what he saw and how she made out. She's very strong spiritually and physically and hopefully will becoming home soon with a long healing period ahead of her.Thanks for your prayers,peace and love, Ted

Keep sending dear Patry your good thoughts. It's working.