Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Edits and the Lottery

A little over a week ago I sent my manuscript off to my editor. She told me she'd have notes for me in about a week and I looked at my calendar.

A trip to Tucson to visit my sister.

Did I really want to be angsting over her notes while I was supposed to be sharing memories and making a few new ones? Relaxing ones where I'm in the moment?

My brilliant editor has things going on in her own life right now so I decided to be generous (ahem) and tell her she could wait. She could relax along with me. There was no hurry.

Has it stopped the angstiness? Pffft!

But as long as I don't actually have her notes, there's this teensy little piece of my heart that thinks maybe I'll have won the lottery with this one. It'll blow her away. She'll be sharing it with Big Names in the Publishing Biz.

Yeah, right.

Still, I have a few more days to hold onto that lottery ticket and dream.


Trust me, I'll be checking my inbox daily looking for those notes. Sometimes it's easier to deal with reality than to keep dreaming.

It's all better with friends.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Inching Toward Publication

Two days ago I finished a detailed revision thanks to a beautifully picky beta reader. Today I completed the word search project for thirteen words that reader caught which I tend to overuse.


To be completely transparent, she actually found twelve in this manuscript. One she found in my last story. Apparently I didn't learn.

The new pages are printed out for yet another reading. Once that is done I'll put everything through yet one more wringer before finally sending it off to my editor. Who will, no doubt, find additional troubling aspects I need to work on.

The process, at least mine, is a long one. Hopefully in the end, it will be worth it.

Thanks for bearing with me!

It's all better with friends.

Thursday, November 17, 2016


So I finished my first read-through late-late last night.

While I still love this story, I'm no longer in the honeymoon phase. Dang. I really thought that would last longer. My perfect story is showing some cracks. My perfect story is requiring me to stand by it even though, since it's not perfect, I'm suddenly filled with doubt. It's pushing my buttons. You know which ones... those Uncomfortable Buttons.

Today I made it to about the half-way mark to incorporate those revisions, reject them, and find more.  Finally I had to stop. There's only so much badgering a writer can take, even when it's coming from the writer.

For me, while there is some structure, writing is an inherently messy process. I put the words down and then need to figure out how to fix them. Make them come close to what I meant. It doesn't matter how well I've planned them in advance, in some cases they're wrong.

Like a visual artist who does her best to transfer her vision to canvass, I try to transfer mine to the page. There are bound to be disconnects. The editing and revision process is designed to try and find as many new "connections" as possible.

I keep telling myself that it's okay. I've been here before. That between now and x-number of revisions later, the story will pull itself out of my ineptitude. That finally, when readers get to decide for themselves, they'll find something worthy.

It's all better with friends.

Friday, November 11, 2016


Wow, it's been a while.

Tonight I wrote the final words for the first draft of my new book.

It created a crazy confluence of emotions: relief, victory, excitement, fear, responsibility (really?), you name it, I'm feeling it.

Suddenly I'm committed. Suddenly I have this entity to mold and massage and make into something readers will enjoy.  Maybe that's where the responsibility piece comes in.

Thank goodness for beta readers and editors. It's not all on me.


It's all better with friends.

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Ramping Up to The End

I'm feeling like all the elements of my story on trafficking are coming together. I can taste the end. It's not here, but the nearness of it is making me edgy.

Even though it's just the first draft and there will be many revisions to come, I'm anxious. Fretful. For a whole lot of reasons.

Paramount, is the story good enough? Does it hold together? Do I do the subject matter justice? Do I push it forward? Are people who read this book going to look around their lives and see things in a different light?

The end of every book I've written has almost paralized me, created that feeling of edginess. For a lot of reasons. First, I fall in love with the characters. Even beyond my continuing characters, there are those who I'm not likely to see again.

This book especially.

I will miss Jayla. She's brilliant and compassionate and inspiring. She's wise beyond her fifteen years. Even with the harsh cruelty she experiences, I know she'll come out a victor. And retain her core. She's the young girl who, in reality, has gone missing from Aurora in the last few weeks. She breaks my heart.

I will miss Alexis. She's the brash, 17-year old rich girl from the suburbs. Probably more than any of my girls in this book, she's learned the most. Money isn't the answer, and her attitude of entitlement isn't going to get her out of the mess she's in. She's gonna struggle and have years of therapy. None of it her fault.

And finally there's Olivia. She's twelve. Wants to be a veterinarian. Livvy is the kid who lives next door to you. I'm not sure yet how she's going to come out, but I do know she has a family who loves her.

It's all better with friends.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Wednesday Wisdom for Writers and Those Who Love Them

"If most writers were honest with themselves, this is the difference they want to make: before they were not noticed; now they are." —Tom Wolfe

It's all better with friends.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Wednesday Wisdom for Writers and Those Who Love Them

"Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space." —Orson Scott Card

It's all better with friends.