Wednesday, November 30, 2011

ROW80 Update and Change In Posting Plans

First, there's a change in posting plans this week. I've been too busy to prep the point of view post I mentioned. It's really a multi-part post anyway, and I'll do those next week.

Instead I will kick off the discussions about Artisan Writers and craft with a post called "Absolutely Right, Except When Wrong." A lot of what I am going to say in the next month or so will seem in opposition to Heinlein, and to what Dean Wesley Smith will tell you -- and since I believe that the very best advice for writers comes from Heinlein's Rules and DWS's blog, I should address that.

Then on Friday I will write about what made this book take so frickin' long to write, and what worked for it and not. This book is, I think, a great example of where the artisan concept diverges from the Heinlein model. But it's also an example of how writing slow can screw you up.

A Round Of Words In Eighty Days Update

I kinda knew I wasn't going to get done tonight. And Wednesday is the day from hell. So unless we end up having a snow day, I'll be finishing this up on Thursday.

Sunday Day 56 - 272 minutes. On a roll.

Monday Day 57 - 226 minutes. Okay, finished through Chapter 24. Really wanted to get further today, but had some issues. And unfortunately, Chapter 25 is one of those chapters which will have to be retrofitted with new information. At this point, though, I don't have to disguise any information (which was an issue earlier) so it should go faster.

Tuesday Day 58 - 126 minutes. Woke up with the realization that I had one revelation too many in Chapter 24. I wrote that a long time ago, and now that I've set it up, I don't need to hit Karla over the head with a clue-hammer. I need to just move up the Big Reveal at the end of the chapter to the middle, and let Karla's intuition do the rest. That's mostly cutting, so not too hard. (But it will change the rhythm of her explanation scene.)

I'm determined to get this thing done before the end of the day Thursday. (It would so help if we had a snow day on Wednesday, but I fear that is not going to happen.)

See you in the funny papers.



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Monday, November 28, 2011

The Man Who Did Too Much - Random Excerpt 2

A very short excerpt, chosen by the randomizer in my sidebar.

George has had a very very bad day, and it's partly Karla's fault. He shows up at her house, in need of support.

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The Man Who Did Too Much
from Chapter 15 - What Do You Do With A Spurned Recovery Agent?

"WOULD YOU LIKE some orange juice?" said Karla.

"If it's got vodka in it. And you can hold the orange juice."

"What about a brownie? It's got so much chocolate, it's practically a controlled substance."

Karla went into the kitchen to get the brownie. Behind her the music changed, mid-song, so George must have changed it. Edith Piaf. Je Ne Regrette Rien. I regret nothing.

Well, that was a good sign.

She cut a brownie and put it on a plate and wondered exactly what she was going to do with him. This was why she didn't like dealing with strangers. You do just one quick little favor, and you end up with a love-sick James Bond in your living room listening to Edith Piaf.


I hope to be done with this sucker on Thursday.

See you in the funny papers.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Weekly Preview and ROW80 Update

I went to see HUGO this afternoon. It was wonderful, and for some of us, it was a stunning box of surprise treats. It's a magical, fanciful tale about an orphan boy who lives in the walls of the Montparnasse railway station in Paris in the 1930s. He maintains the clocks and works on a broken robot his father left him.

And the magical mystery he is trying to uncover turns out to be a piece of real history that not many people know. It works great as just a fanciful story, but it's a jewel for those to whom the real story means something -- especially if you didn't see it coming. So I'm not going to say more. Just... go see it.

A Round Of Words in Eighty Days -- 7th week wrap up.

Wednesday Day 52 - 0 minutes.

Thursday Day 53 - 0 minutes.

Friday Day 54 - 61 minutes. I had a really really great half hour session, but when I went back to it, I hit the wall. I couldn't even keep my eyes open. I think I have more resting to do than I thought. I managed to eek out a little more decent work, though.

Saturday Day 55 - 167 minutes. Getting onto a roll again. I've got two whole days I hope to devote to this as yet. We'll see how far I get.

Preview of coming week:

I know I said I'd hoped to get back to more regular posting, but I'm really wrapping up this book, so the blog has to wait.

  • Monday - Random Page Excerpt
  • Wednesday - ROW80 Update
  • Thursday - Intro to the Point of View Series
  • Friday - IF I'M DONE, I'll do a post on Friday about what it used to be like to be a beginning writer, and what that might mean to beginners today.

See you in the funny papers.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Video For Thanksgiving: Alice's Restaurant Illustrated

I posted a shorter version of Alice's Restaurant in an earlier post about "told" stories.

But since it is a great Thanksgiving story, I thought I'd embed it for all to watch. This is the full version, and it also has funny cartoon illustrations to go along with the words.

(Caution to those of the conservative persuasion -- it's an anti-war, anti-draft song/story from the sixties.)



See you in the funny papers.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Book Sale!

Just to let you know -- my Thanksgiving Sale has begun:

I've put two of my novels on sale for 99 cents at Amazon until December 7. (And for those who use other formats, or just don't like Amazon, here are the coupon codes for 85 percent off at Smashwords.)

Have Gun, Will Play
Amazon
Smashwords: EQ44H (Note: you MUST have the code to get the discount)

The Adventure of Anna The Great
Amazon
Smashwords: XJ33W (Note: you MUST have the code to get the discount)

But wait, there's more!

Waiter, There's a Clue In My Soup! Five Short Mysteries is currently free at all vendors except Amazon. Amazon usually matches a low or free price, but they just haven't gotten around to it yet. You can wait around for it, or you can get it now for free at Smashwords, the B&N Nook Store, and other e-retailers. If you like, you can "report a lower price" on its paget at the Amazon Kindle Store.
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This is a last chance to get a cheap price on the novels for a while. I'm going to run an experiment in charging a price closer to the big publishers for a few months. So sometime after midnight December 7, I will be raising the price on these to $6.99.

This sale is also an experiment: I am promoting it only in a couple of limited ways. This post, and perhaps some other mentions here. A couple of announcements on Twitter. And a few ads on Project Wonderful sites where I have advertised before. I am not making a special banner, nor have I contacted any cheap book sites to get it listed.

I had been hoping to use this as a launch promotion for The Man Who Did Too Much, but the timing just won't come out right. Still, new readers from this sale should trickle over to that book eventually.

See you in the funny papers.

ROW80 Update - Crap Dance

What's a Crap Dance, you ask?

A crap dance is when you first say:

"Oh crap, this boring little bridge scene just got more interesting and I have to tear out all the seams and do it right."

And then you break into a dance because, you know, the boring little bridge scene just got interesting and added to the wonderfulness that is your story.

And on to the ROW80 Midweek Update:

Sunday Day 49 - 90 minutes. Got myself halfway to where the scene needed to be -- so it was just the "oh crap" part.

Monday Day 50 - 91 minutes. Crap Dance Day. Hard on the brain stuff, especially since I had a headache coming on (not sure if it was migraine or simple sinus + eye strain) AND I had to go picket for my job. But I am delighted that this chapter which should have been done in five minutes is blossoming under many hours of work.

Tuesday Day 51 - 0 minutes. I knew today would be a challenge, but I didn't realize how much of a challenge. The graphic design students had projects due, and the printers were revolting. (No seriously, they formed a drum circle, and you could hear little voices inside yelling: "Whose network? OUR network!" ) I was running around all day. And then we did our last round of holiday shopping (because Wednesday is the LONG day). I got home late and zoned out, and it was only few minutes ago that I felt ready to do anything. But when I looked at the clock, I saw it was after midnight. I could do a little work... or I could update this post, do a little reading and go to bed. (Guess which one I'm choosing?)

Tomorrow is my long long day. However, even if the printers are still camping out in the park complaining about capitalism, I think the students are pretty much done and ready to go home and occupy some turkey dinner. I might get a little work done tomorrow, and maybe even on Thursday, but the next target date for real work is Friday.

Given how long this has taken, I think I have to give up on my hopes of publishing this in December. Aiming for New Years Day. And that means the target date for finishing it is now December 1. "Six-Gun Santa" is just going to have to wait until next Christmas.

See you in the funny papers.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

ROW80 sunday update

I've got some fun upcoming posts, but I don't have time to polish them up and post them this week. This week is going to be hectic, and I'm far from where I want to be on the book.

But I still might be done by the end of the day on Wednesday. The main thing holding me up are the sections that need replacing. They don't necessarily need to be completely replaced, but they needed massive thinking.

Why?

Because they were utterly static. They didn't drive anywhere. In one case, the premise of the scene was contrived. There wasn't a motive for the character doing it that way. So I hammered it out and hammered it out... and eventually came up with a reason for the scene that threaded perfectly with earlier work and drove the scene to a better conclusion, and set me up for the next segment.

But I'm going to be very busy every day between now, and, oh, next Christmas? Maybe the one after that?

Wednesday Day 45 - 0 minutes. Usual day off.

Thursday Day 46 - 90 minutes. Spent too much time watching Occupy Wall Street on livestreams.

Friday Day 47 - 91 minutes. Spent most of that time pulling out the seams on a boring chapter of investigation. I beat it out again, and now there is some narrative drive, and George has a reason for doing what he does, as opposed to me having the reason.

Saturday Day 48 - 120 minutes. Still had at least an hour's worth of beat work to do, and I lost track of time, so that's approximate.

But it's after 3 am and I've got to get to bed.

See you in the funny papers.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Why Readers May Not Want Self-Published Writers To Get Editors

In all the posts I did this past week about editing and self-publishing, and those I did in the week before, I didn't write about one very very important consideration:

The Reader.

Frankly I thought this issue was obvious and clear, but it seems writers are a little too self-involved to see it.

Too often the advice an unskilled writer gets goes like this:

"Get an editor to fix your mistakes! Oh, and polish up those first chapters in particular, because readers use samples to judge whether to buy a book or not."

Do you see the problem here?

Readers do. You hear it from them all the time.

"But I tried using samples to sort out the bad from the good, and it didn't work. The sample would be really polished and professional, but the book just fell apart in the middle and I couldn't even get to the end."

The more we use editing as a short cut, or as a marketing tool, the less effective it will be. Readers will be forced to find other ways to find good books. The power of the sample will be dead.

Remember folks, beginning writers don't know what it takes to write well.  They need to learn to write first.  They need to learn to do their own editing.  And then, if they choose, they'll know if they need an editor or not.

Friday, November 18, 2011

With Enough Courage, You Don't Need a Reputation

The "Do Indies Need Editors?" post prompted an interesting conversation on Twitter between me and Jason Black (aka p2p_editor), who disagreed with my statement that the consequences of failure for the self-published author are next to nothing.

Black is an editor, but I don't think he was disagreeing on the basis of fear of unemployment -- whether indie authors as a class need editors or not, there's plenty of work for a good editor out there. (As I said, they are to be prized above rubies and chocolate and bacon.)

(Added Note: Didn't realize that this was the Jason Black who runs the Plot To Punctuation blog. A LOT of good material on that blog about craft. Sometimes more into the "editing" thing, but hey, he's an editor.)

What he specifically brought up was a fear that self-publishing has a bad name.

My first reaction to that was... and how is this a problem?

My second reaction though is to ask a question that gets more to the heart of this:

Self-publishing has a bad reputation among whom?

Hate to burst publishing's bubble... but only writers and publishing people care who published a book. Some readers who are publishing groupies will care, depending on what their specific heroes think.

Like it or not, "indie publishing" is not a brand. For that matter, publishing house brands are barely noticed by end readers either. Sure readers have heard of them, you will never hear a reader say "I'm gonna get me one of those books from MacMillan!" Or "I'm never going to read a Simon and Schuster Book again. They suck."

Readers look for genres and authors.

Sure, right now, with all the indie authors running around trying to turn "indie publishing" into a brand, there are a few small groups who think of indie publishing as a genre. But that's just growing pains. The solution to that is to stay away from those people. Try not to promote your books in the same venues, so that your books don't come up with only indies in the "also boughts." Stay away from tagging clubs and don't use promotional short cuts the way they do.

But most of all, quit worrying about your reputation.

Any reputation except the one you earn yourself is overrated. And even that is less important that people think: Somebody is going to sneer at you no matter what you do. It's just not worth the trouble.

And it distracts you from what you really need to do:

Be brave, be fair, do good work.

In the meantime I'd be happy to discuss with anybody the ins and outs and specific ideas and questions in the comments. (Discussing complex things on Twitter is tough.)

See you in the funny papers.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Aggh! This is what I was talking about...partly

You know how I mentioned yesterday that established traditional publishing people seem to be just as locked into a shallow, "editing makes it better" idea of craft as unskilled indies?

I saw a link to a post about "deep point of view." I am extremely interested in point of view issues. It's one of those issues which I have studied since I was in grad school, and still feel there is so much more to learn. (I won't tell you how long it has been since grad school.)

So I clicked eagerly on this link. I didn't expect a dissertation. Even some shallow insight can be useful....

And I found the author actually didn't know what deep point of view was. She thought the difference was editing. Take out the "he thought" or "she felt" phrases in a sentence and voila, it's different!

No no no no no no no NO!

I'm not against taking out "he thought" or "she felt." They're not necessary, and depending on narrative voice and sentence clarity, you probably want to cut most of them out.

But by themselves they don't actually affect the voice or the reading or the immediacy of the sentence. They're like tag lines; mostly invisible to the audience, except they are so frequent they clutter up the story and dilute the voice.

But weeding them out is editing, not voice. It's not a matter of substance, and it will not give you more control over your point of view.

But there's also a Yes yes yes yes YES.

Later in the article, the author actually did get into substantive things. Once you get to the part headed "Inside Out, Outside In" her advice is good. I don't agree with all of it, but she tells you about how to write in the voice of a character, and that is incredibly important to deep points of view.

So here's the link: What is Deep POV?

This inspires me to write more about the theory behind point of view, and how, like tense, a lot of smart people get it wrong. But not now.

See you in the funny papers.

Do Indie Writers Need Editors?

(Note: I wrote three posts to set up context for this -- Editorial Standards, eHow and Pulp Fiction, Slush Pile Thoughts Part 1 - Teaching, and Slush Pile Thoughts Part 2 - Levels of Writers.)

I was prompted to write this post by two things:

One: the reason I quit Kindleboards was because so many indies think that editing = quality, and they cover their ears and scream when you want to talk about actual craft. And Two: I read a series of rants by various more traditionally oriented writers saying, basically, "you indie writers need to get editors!" And even they were talking about typos and usage, and not about craft.

But my thinking has evolved since I first drafted out this post. Here is the introduction to what I was going to say:

First, I want to make two things very clear:

1.) A good editor, like a good housekeeper, is prized above rubies, chocolate AND bacon.

2.) Every writer -- I'm talking 100 percent of writers -- started life as a mewling, puking baby who not only had zero words in his or her vocabulary, but also no sense at all of dramatic structure, characterization, or even the ability to recognize what a book is.

And guess what?

Item #1 is not the solution to Item #2.

I still believe this is true. I haven't changed my mind on it. So why don't I care to say that any more? Because I was caught in the same trap as those who annoy me.

In traditional publishing, you can, with some assurance, tell people what they need. There are so many hoops to jump through, that the arguable issues of higher literature don't matter. Every writer -- from pulp to literary -- has to jump through those hoops, so you can safely yell at them for doing a bad job at it.

And I am as stuck in that mindset as anybody. The original thesis of this post was going to be "... and if you want to really learn to jump through those hoops as an indie, you don't need an editor, you need a teacher."

And that's still true, but as the old joke about the lost helicopter goes, it isn't relevant.

So do indie writers need editors?

The problem lies with the word "need." And (given that) the answer is, always was, always will be for all writers, and cannot be anything else:

NO.

That's a no-brainer. Of course we don't need no stinkin' editors. We don't need no stinkin' apples either. We may like them, we may find them beneficial and tasty and all that, but we don't need them.

We think we need them (editors, not apples) because in traditional publishing the editor is critical to the process. The editor is responsible to the publisher and to the booksellers. And the writer needs publishers and booksellers, so they need an editor. QED. But in that system, the writer doesn't have any responsibility, except meeting the contract terms and expectations of the editor.

(But but but, a writer always has a responsibility to write a great story! On a moral level, before the judgment of the Gods, maybe. But in traditional publishing, the writer's responsibility is only to meet the needs of the editor.)

With Great Responsibility Comes Great Freedom

In self-publishing, the writer is the one with the responsibility. It's a responsibility greater than any editor ever had, because it's total responsibility. Even if you hire an editor, you're the editor's boss. The buck stops with you, end of story.

This is terrifying for many people. I can understand why it leads to so much screaming about the need for a safety net. After all, if an editor fails, it not only threatens her welfare, but also that of a whole lot of people down the line. But the consequences of failure for a self-published author these days can be next to nothing. You don't need a safety net. You can fall, and fall and fall, and still be okay.

The great freedom that total responsibility gives you means that you can go after any market you want. Not just markets which will be profitable for your boss, or those which please the booksellers. You can even build your own.

Earlier I posted three essays to set up context for this post:

The point of my first context post (Editorial Standards, eHow and Pulp Fiction) was to point out that different markets have different standards. Electronic publishing has just expanded the market exponentially. What we consider "publishing" today is a tiny fragment of the number of markets and forms that are already in play. And new forms and ideas are cropping up all the time.

The two later posts about the slush pile were to illustrate that good writing isn't about good spelling, and good spelling is certainly not about great writing.

"But but but, are you actually advocating bad spelling?"

A week ago I would have replied, "Of course not!" But now... I can only say:

Advocating is a strong word, but, um, yeah. I am. Sorta.

What I'm advocating for is learning the standards appropriate to your venue, and excelling that them.

For instance: Some top notch New York writers I follow on Twitter have taken to using all those texting shortcuts that we decry as a sign of the downfall of literacy -- because they have something important to say with only 140 characters. And I've read long, funny essays written entirely in LOLcat-speak.

"Oh, but those are sophisticated writers who know how to write correctly, so they get a pass!"

No, they're smart writers who know how to use the tools they have to communicate the effect they want.

Consider this:

Back in the 70's and 80's breast feeding became all the rage among the upper classes, and someone did a cultural study among the doctors who were pushing it. What they found was that the very same doctors who advised modern, rich white women to breast feed, turned around and advised non-white immigrants NOT to breast feed.

Why?

Because those ignorant immigrants didn't know how to raise a baby the right way, and must be trained out of their raw and uncivilized habits first. Breast feeding is only for the most sophisticated of mothers.


Sound familiar?

You don't need to be able to spell correctly before you can write something funny in LOLcat-speak. You just have to understand how LOLcats think.

Like it or not, the wall has come down between LOLcats, online chat, blogging, fan fiction, and you. You can't go around telling others the right answer any more. You can only look for the right answer for you. So....

Do you need an editor?

That's up to you.

If you lack time and have money, absolutely -- hire someone to take over the annoying proofing jobs.

If you are an unskilled writer, however, an editor won't fix your lack of skill. And if you're not ready for it, neither will a teacher or a critique group. What you need is experience.

Get writing, make mistakes. Make intentional mistakes. Learn from them. You need to get those million words under your belt. (They don't all need to be fiction.) And if hiring an editor helps you get on with writing those words, that's fine too.

In summary:

1.) Kittehs doant needz no steenky editurz.

2.) And writers need to stop having kittens at the prospect of all those unskilled writers out there who don't listen to them. (Because they don't have to listen, so they're not gonna.)

Thus ends the rant I hope to put behind me....

Next week I want to get on with this concept of Artisan Writers. The idea of a writing movement focused on craftsmanship really jazzes me. I might go back to posting 5-6 days a week. I might write and post a Manifesto.

Stay tuned, and see you in the funny papers.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

ROW80 Week 6 - midweek update

It's going slow, but it's going well. I'm seeing places where clue exploration and red herrings can expand out. Really good clues are all red herrings, and really good red herrings are clues to the truth. And because of that, they are important to the basic pacing and tension of the story.

Sunday Day 42 - 72 minutes. My brain is slightly worn out. I had to do what I did in ten minute spurts.

Monday Day 43 - 129 minutes. Very slow going, but really good progress. Could have done better, but the union sent out a confusing note which lead me to believe I had to be at an important rally today. (We've been working without a contract for a year.) I had rearranged my writing schedule for it, and then realized that the date was wrong. And then I ended up screwing around too much.

Tuesday day 44 - 0 minutes. My brain just ran off the rails today. I think it started on Wednesday. I rallied yesterday, but today.... pffft. It's sort of like having a silent migraine. I can't even proof read. I look at the words, I know what they mean (I think), and I might even notice what's wrong, but I draw a blank on what to do about it. And okay, I draw a blank sometimes on what those little hen scratches on the screen in front of me are for. (Reading? That's what they're for? How do you go about that activity?)

I've had some very good progress, especially on the thinking level, and I think I just burnt out my brain. It's tired. Implementing subtext and emotional texture and weaving clues is like calculus. I would like to talk about all the cool things I'm learning about those things, but brane no lik wurds naow. Brane can haz sleep.

C U in da funy paperses.

Monday, November 14, 2011

The Man Who Did Too Much - Random Excerpt

I have been having fun with Amazon's "random page" feature lately. So I decided to give you a random page from the Work-In-Progress:

The Man Who Did Too Much
is an old-fashioned mystery adventure, featuring Karla, a movie-obsessed small town "spinster," and George, a compulsive secret agent only slightly less neurotic than his PTSD-suffering girlfriend (who eats nothing but cheeseburgers).

In this scene, Karla has just had a run in with a pair of thugs who were after her missing friend Maria. George is also after Maria, but since he rescued her from the thugs, Karla is willing to let him make his case for cooperation....


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Excerpt from Chapter 6 - "Poppins and Bond, Together"
from The Man Who Did Too Much by Camille LaGuire

WHEN SHE CAME out of the bathroom, her new friend George had most of the contents of the first aid kit laid out on the table. He held up a tube of triple-antibiotic creme.

"These are all expired," he said, accusingly.

"Not all," she replied. "I just bought some last month."

"Perhaps one should throw away the old ones when one buys new."

"Perhaps one should," said Karla. "But some of the old ones are still good too. At least they were when I bought the new one."

"Clearly you don't use so much that you need to save every last drop."

"You never know what you're going to need."

He gathered up a dozen or so tubes and dumped them in the trash.

Karla picked up the fresh tube and began to apply the antibiotic to her chin.

"Shouldn't we call the police?" she said. "I mean, now that guns are involved?"

He paused and then came back to the table slowly. He sat down and started digging in the first aid kit again before answering.

"I won't discourage you from calling the police. Your house has been broken into, and you will need a police report for your insurance claim."

"That will just make my rates go up, and the police would mean trouble for Maria."

"Maria is the person you're protecting?"

"Maybe."

He turned his attention to a roll of gauze tape.

"You don't have scissors in your kit."

"I've got a pocket knife with scissors," she said. But it was in her left pocket, and her hand hurt too much to squeeze into her jeans pocket. He pulled out a knife of his own, and cut some gauze, and then held out his hand to her.

"Hand," he said. She hesitated, but it's really hard to bandage your own hand. Just watch that scene in Casablanca where Paul Henreid tries to wrap his hand in a towel and goes around and around and around. She gave him her hand. The bruise had blossomed into purple and red and bluish highlights in just the short time since he had looked at it down by the shed.

"My god, that's beautiful," he said. "We should ice that before it gets worse."

"There's a bag of frozen okra in the freezer. It's too woody to eat."

He fished it out of the freezer while she got up and dampened a towel to wrap it in. She pressed the okra compress to her wrist and turned to him.

"So now it's your turn," she said. "Why don't you want to call the police?"

"The police have a tendency to do awkward things like enforcing the law and arresting people. I'd rather call on them when I'm sure that's what I want done." He looked like he might want to say something more, but then he sat down and marshaled the many different varieties of bandages she had. "You need a larger gauze pad, I think."

Karla put the okra aside and sat down. She pulled out her pancake bandages. They were big and round and printed to look like pancakes, complete with melting butter. She handed them to him.

"You have bandages shaped like pancakes?"

"And bacon. I think I have some gumdrops too. They're smaller."

He stared at her for a moment, and looked again as if he might say something, but didn't. She smiled.

"You can get them down at the Dime and Dollar."

"Do they have cheeseburger bandages?"

"I think so. I know they have hot dogs. Do you like cheeseburgers?"

"No, I despise cheeseburgers. I really truly despise them. But I know someone who considers them to be the ultimate comfort food."


I hope to have The Man Who Did Too Much available in December in ebook format (in January in paper). (I am still looking for a few more potential beta readers. (Contact me at maudecat at gmail dot com if you're interested.)

Until then you can check out "Revenge of the Peeps" a flash fiction story featuring George and Karla in the Pink Snowbunnies In Hell anthology. Twenty stories in many different genres, inspired by the theme "Pink snowbunnies will ski in hell before..." 99 cent eBook available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and in multiple formats at Smashwords.


See you in the funny papers.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Review-Preview and ROW80 Update

Phew, this was an interesting week. Thursday's post about the slush pile went viral (slightly) and I had a lot of interaction with various folks because of it. Let's see if this Thursday's post lives up to that.

Upcoming Posts:

This week, just the minimum three while I scramble to finish this book:


I'd like to expand quite a lot on the subjects of Editors, Writing Quality, and Artisan Writers, but I really can't do much more than once a week on it for now.

A Round of Words in 80 Days Challenge Update: Did I finish the book?

Well, gosh if I didn't sorta do it!

Sorta.

I didn't think I had. There is way too much work to be done to make it readable. Scenes that switch locations in the middle, other scenes which were written so early in the process that they need to be completely rewritten.... but now that I have all the little pieces in place, I find that it's all actually there. Except for one or two little factual scenes.

But there is still a lot of work to do to roll those lumps into a smooth whole. But in celebration of getting this far, I am posting an excerpt from the WIP on Monday. It's a page chosen at random (though I allowed myself to waffle on the exact start and end point).

Wednesday Day 38 - 0 minutes. Usual day off.

Thursday Day 39 - 128 minutes. Yes, I met my goal. No, I'm not happy about it. I had some good material going in my head the day before -- I had gone to bed with all sorts of ideas, which I had to keep sitting up to take notes on.

But then I woke up with a cold -- and not an ordinary sneezing and sniffling cold, but one where the various parts of my sinuses take turns feeling bloated and raw. It always makes me feel like my brain is swollen. So it was very hard to hold more than one thought in my head at a time, and though I got two hours in, they were not my most productive two hours. Fizbuttle!

Friday Day 40 - 155 minutes. The cold turned out to be of the 24-hour variety and I was able to get back to productive work. So today I took a fun but dorky scene and made it less dorky while trying to maintain the fun. I succeeded.

This is the halfway point in the challenge. I am happy that I did meet and exceed the dare goals, but and I am much behind where I want to be on the book.

Saturday Day 41 - 161 minutes. I spent most of today beating out the remaining scenes, and getting them in the right order. I have a couple of small factual scenes to write, and the emotional resonance of one scene to deal with. But the rest is all timing, transitions, and factual matters.

I really should document the work I'm doing on transitions, so I can post about it on the Spoilers Blog later. A lot of interesting issues cropping up in deciding where to cut away from one point of view to another, and where to have chapter breaks. Balancing cliff-hangers and natural/logical progression, and revelations.

Goal For The Coming Week:

I'm going to continue the 720 minutes goal for this week, at least until the darned thing is done. Which really had better by next Sunday, is all I can say.

See you int he funny papers.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Write Better Stories

Dean Wesley Smith just added a little note on the end of the comments on one of his posts from last week (emphasis and paragraphing mine):

Beginning writers who use the excuse that they don’t sell well because they are not known forget why a writer becomes known. We become known, under sometimes many names, because we have spent the time and energy and millions of words of writing to learn how to tell a good story. We are trained story-tellers. It has nothing to do with the name on the cover. Sales have to do with the writing inside the book.

You folks want to sell more copies or more books to traditional publishers, write better stories. It really is that simple.


...and how you write those better stories is to keep writing. Don't scoff at the "millions of words" idea. Don't scoff at the power of TIME.

See you in the funny papers.