Over the past two months I have gone through some pretty serious health issues, which I will relate to you in a future blog. This one is simply a promotional piece; several months ago I wrote a manuscript, Love For Sale, which I held back from self-publishing because I knew Harlequin’s So You Think You Can Write publishing contest would be rolling around eventually. Well, great news: early this month I received a phone call from an editor at Harlequin letting me know that my novel had advanced to the top 25 finalists, which meant that they wanted to read a full manuscript. I prepared and emailed it and received another phone call once I’d been discharged from the hospital, a call letting me know I had advanced to the top 10. I liked my manuscript, but apparently they did, too. I signed and had notarized an affidavit and sent it in, and the process was complete. When the day arrived and my book was posted in full for everyone to read, I began to stump for votes, and everyone seems genuinely excited about my opportunity to win this. I’m pretty excited, too. It’s always nice to receive some recognition. If you’d like to vote for my novel, here’s the link.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
When I was younger, based on the world around me, I developed a construct for how I believed adulthood proceeded. I assumed that you graduated high school, began a job, and earned a living. I thought it was only natural to date, get married, and start a family. Having been an adult in the eyes of the law for the past twelve years, I have found that the only way to recognize myself as an adult is by realizing that everything sucks.
My goal was always to attend college, and I did that, earning two degrees. Thus far these degrees have merited me nothing other than a crushing amount of debt and applications that always are received with a response of “Thanks, but no thanks.” When I was younger and finishing high school, it seemed to me that the majority of adults in their twenties and older worked; they may have had to travel to Richmond or Lexington to do it, but they were able to find reasonably good, well-paying jobs. For me, however, there seem to be no opportunities. No matter how badly I want a job, no matter how hard I work or how much I hope and dream and wish, nothing ever comes to fruition. I have felt so desperate lately that I began to Google things such as “Why can’t I find a job?” and “Is Library Science a terrible degree?” I received an illuminating variety of answers, none of which served to assuage my anxiety. Is there something wrong with me? Do I simply not possess the necessary skills to hold down any position? I worked several jobs in college, and I imagine most of my former supervisors would give me high marks. Am I too ugly to be seen in public? If that’s the case, surely there are still behind-the-scenes jobs where I could work.
And when it comes to relationships, I am clearly too ugly to live. I don’t even like what I see when I look in the mirror, so I guess the idea that a woman might find me attractive is a stretch. Some people exude confidence, but life has given me very little reason for high self-esteem or positive feelings about myself. Perhaps a career could provide what I needed, because without a regular income I don’t see how I could ever get married.
This lack of relationships, platonic or romantic or friendly, might explain the happy endings that permeate my novels. I am simply filling in the blanks and creating a world and feelings that I don’t think I will ever know myself. My writing career, the only thing to provide me with a meager income the past few years, has also mostly stagnated. I guess that’s the challenge for anything in life—when it’s brand new, it’s intriguing, but when you try to sustain it, that is where the real work comes in.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
I was both elated and privileged to learn recently that my novel, Heart Trouble, would be featured in a newly released boxed set via Crimson Romance, Crazy for Cowboys. The e-book boxed set is scheduled for release on September 8, 2014 via the Kindle Store, Barnes and Noble, and the iBookstore. These types of boxed sets seem to be a hot trend in publishing—I even put one together for my Windswept Saga novels—and I look forward to seeing what kind of sales this one may achieve.
Barnes and Noble Nook Store
Barnes and Noble Nook Store
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
There’s something to be said for taking things slowly and completing a project at a reasonable pace. I recently finished writing a novel in two weeks’ time, and I hope and pray when I begin the editing process that it is worth reading. My writing involves lots of brainstorming but rarely do I write anything down beforehand. I simply open the document, write out a few passages or an entire chapter, save it and move onto my next project. I am beginning to wonder if this torrid pace and method is a good idea. I think I should consider some type of note-taking program where I can outline my ideas, but that also seems to run counter to the spontaneity and fluidity of writing. When you write on the fly, you are free to change ideas without the entire story crashing down around you like a house of cards.
The good news about having two complete novels in the pipeline is that I can launch them simultaneously once I’ve completed the editing, formatting, and design. I already have a cover in mind for one, so that’s another project for me to work on.
Monday, August 4, 2014
I had told myself that I was running out of book ideas—which is why I inexplicably am 25,000 words into a new manuscript I just started this week. The good news is that I have already searched online and found the perfect cover for this book albeit not for free. I guess time will tell if I can scrape together the money to purchase the rights for it. The more I look, the more I realize there are some great potential covers floating around online. So, the next time I tell you I think I’ve run out of ideas, and ask will I write again, you can answer a resounding “Yes!”
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
I have begun the second round of edits on this novel, and I am considering the possibility of saving it and submitting it to editors and publishers. I don’t plan to query any agents—that takes too long, and I’m not any good at writing cover letters, much less queries. If I do submit, it will be to publishers who take manuscripts directly without a third party. Having already self-published ten-plus novels through Kindle Direct Publishing, I wonder to myself if holding back this book and putting it up for potential rejection is a good idea. My goal has always been to make myself as well as readers happy, but having some type of legitimacy or validation granted toward my writing wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It also “widens the net”, so to speak, getting your book sold in a variety of outlets and pushing the work of distribution onto a professional. I seem to have distribution and promotion issues anyway, which shouldn’t be a surprise—I’m no good at self-promotion on any level. Regardless of what happens with this book, whether or not I choose to submit it, I will still publish it and put it out into the world. I’m not one to hold onto my works and hide them away—whether I use my own moniker or a pen name, every manuscript eventually makes its way into e-book form.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
I will try to maintain this blog as long as there’s a thought in my head, but I have to be honest—writing is no longer the great creative outlet it once was for me. I recently finished my novel, the one I had been writing in fits and starts for four months. I have completed the first round of edits for Chances, but I can’t say that it turned out completely as I had planned. I have several ideas for a new novel, ideas that have been marinating for more than half a year, but I wonder if I start to write it, will it be as good as it seems in my mind’s eye? I thought all of my books were good ideas before I wrote them down, and I've enjoyed reading and rereading each of them, though after enough of that everything starts to run together, and it’s no small miracle that I ever removed typos from any of them. I hope that I will keep writing for as long as I am able, but I figure there’s little-to-no profound knowledge to be gained from reading this blog unless I treat it as either a journal or a travelogue and review the posts on my own in order to glean something. The good news is that writing has been my income the past two years—it was never exactly either a substantial income or a living wage, but it was far more money than I had earned in the previous year of unemployment.