Monday, January 28, 2013
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Tuesday, January 22, 2013
This is me at the time of my first professional writing gig. In 1976, I was an 8th grade misfit at an academically boffo but ideologically stifling Evangelical school. Girls in my class consumed True Confessions Magazine every month. (Who loves porn more than Puritan's, right?)
Reading the stories typically titled "My Father Sold Me" or "A Sophomore's Secret" or some such, I thought, "Heck, I can do that." Because I knew virtually nothing about sex beyond the vague "pulsing" and "engorging" alluded to in True Confessions and the "manroot" physiology of my book-a-day Gothic romance novel habit, my erotic tragedies relied heavily on witty dialogue and lush descriptions of locations, current pop music and fast food. For $1/page, I wrote customized stories starring a classmate and her made-to-order crush. In cases where the crush was a real boy who failed to live up to expectations, a brief epilogue featuring his untimely death could be had for a quarter.
Word spread, and I expanded my business to a local roller skating rink, passing off the folded pages in the privacy of the grimy girls' bathroom like a drug dealer. On the first day of 9th grade, I was ironing my hair on the ironing board and branded a broad stripe down the front of my nose. This pretty much set the tone for my high school years.
Here's me at the time I started writing my first novel, originally titled MacPeter's Midlife Crisis. I'd given up ironing my hair, and apparently, it was particularly humid the day this photo was taken.
In 1981, I was a late night DJ at a rock station in Helena, Montana, crazy in love with a brilliant but damaged Vietnam vet, and supplementing my income busking at bars and tourist attractions. The novel started as a script I intended to enter in a playwright competition. During my super-useful college career as a theatre major, part of my Stanislavsky acting training included writing character studies, and mine usually ran about 12 times the recommended length, spinning out elaborate backstory and imagining offstage scenes.
I was still reading a book a day, but had moved on to Tom Robbins, Irving Stone, Eudora Welty and all things Bronte. I worshiped authors, and it never occurred to me that I could have a book published. I was writing this story purely for the love of laying words in a row.
Needless to say, it was about a late night DJ and the brilliant, damaged Vietnam vet with whom she was crazy in love.
Here's me when I started writing my second novel, Sugarland.
I was diagnosed with lymphoma in 1994, shortly after my husband and I moved to Houston with our two small children.
After years of dabbling, I'd finished my first novel, now titled Last Chance Gulch, queried it to six dozen agents and publishers and collected six dozen rejections. I had zero hope of ever being published, but in the crucible of chemo, I suddenly understood why I was writing: because I'm a writer.
So I wrote.
The amazing Fred Ramey (now at Unbridled Books) pulled my first novel from the slush pile, masterfully edited it from a 124K word swampland to a lean, mean 93K word fiction machine, and literally saved my life. Fred gets the credit for the most fitting book title of my career: Crazy For Trying. The advance was $4,000. We promptly took the kids to Disney World.
While Crazy For Trying was in the pipeline, I lost my remission and turned to adjunct therapies to supplement the chemo. Above my desk was posted Isaac Asimov's famous two-word answer to being asked what he would do if he knew he had one year to live: "Type faster!"
Bald in the Land of Big Hair, which got my name on the bestseller lists for the first time.
My second batch of regrown hair was straight and mostly gray, so I was a different shade of red almost every month. I was also exploring my new publishing career, which was wide open, because I'd stumbled into it with no preconceptions, expectations or plans. And nothing to fall back on. Marjorie Braman, my fabulous editor at HarperCollins, encouraged me to write a syndicated newspaper column while I got busy on another novel. That led to an advice column for a national magazine.
In 2004, I was invited to do my first collaboration at Simon & Schuster, which led to a collaboration at Random House, which led to a whole lot of other stuff, but I did eventually finish my third novel, The Secret Sisters, which was pubbed by HarperCollins in 2006. Ghostwriting was something I'd never really thought about until I started doing it, but these great stories came along, and I'm a writer, so I wrote them.
The decision to indie pub my backlist ebooks and forthcoming fiction has opened a thrilling new chapter. I'm not leaving traditional publishing behind. I plan to work hand in hand with my agent and transition my indie pubbed ebooks to print deals with standing houses. But I've grown up a lot. I've been to the puppet show and seen the strings, as they say. I began my writing career delivering stories directly into the hands of readers, so indie publishing feels like coming full circle. On roller skates.
I've given up trying to color my hair dark. The few strands that aren't white are bleached blonde to blend in. The only thing that hasn't changed is that daily longing to find the right words, the compulsion to set them down on paper. And so I write.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
No animals were harmed in the filming of this book review. Highly recommending CITY OF DARK MAGIC, a terrific read if you're in the mood for a mystical, time-traveling, murder-solving frolic in Prague.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Determined not to let mine fly by, I've been working like a fiend these past few months and expect to be doing the same throughout 2013, when I have three, count 'em, three books do for Harlequin Romantic Suspense. Excited as I am about writing the stories, I've resolved to stay on task, especially this early in the year. Unfortunately, that's meant I haven't kept the blog up as I'd like to because, alas, every resolution worth making will cost you something.
I will share a couple of bits of good news here, though. First of all, my full-length (single title) romantic suspenses, now available under Amazon.com's Montlake publishing program, are all on sale as Kindle e-books for the low price of $2.99 each. I'm not sure how long they'll keep the sale going, so get 'em while they're hot.
Also, I'm celebrating my first French translation, this one for a book sold in the U.S. as Capturing the Commando.
So this year, what are your writing resolutions? What's the cost to you?
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
We welcome payola in the form of pies, cakes, neatly folded laundry and free books!