Riding on Skirt Hems

Thank You, Ladies

   Every writer has other writers to thank for inspiration, encouragement, and lessons learned. Although I have a Bachelor’s degree in journalism, I learned how to be a novelist from other working writers and from books I fell in love with and wanted to emulate.   I’ve studied – and still do, occasionally – novels as my textbooks. Authors such as Phyllis Whitney, Mary Stewart, and Victoria Holt sparked my interest in romantic suspense. I examined their sentence structure, their dialogue, and their expertise with mood setting and describing characters and action sequences.

  Janet Dailey and Sandra Brown fired my imagination with contemporary stories of people who were more familiar to me – more realistic and sexier. I can’t begin to count how many hours I’ve spent going over and over certain paragraphs and snippets of dialogue penned by these women. They were my able tutors.

   LaVyrle Spencer’s books challenged me to write straight from the heart, elevate my prose, and take risks. To me, her novels are works of art. 

  Lately, I’ve taken lessons from E.L. James, Sylvia Day, Roni Loren, Katrina Halle, and Mia Sheridan. To say that I’m obsessed with the “Fifty” novels would be a gross understatement. I’m enamored with each one of them and totally “gone” for Christian Grey.

  There are so many wonderful writers whose stories and characters cling to my mind long after I finish their books. When I write, I aspire to join them in their stratosphere. Sometimes I make it up there with them, and let me tell you, the view from there is addictive. Visiting that place makes me work harder and learn more as a writer so that I can breathe that rarefied air.

I Love Writing -- Except When I Don't

I Love You. I Hate You.


Ah, the writing life. I'm in the final third of a novel that I've been writing since last year. Ugh. I used to think of myself as a fast writer. I don't anymore. I think that's because of advanced age, but it could also have something to do with advanced wisdom. I'm more critical of my writing because I know more about the art.

However, there are days when writing is nothing short of torture. When each word is like a tooth extraction. When I delete more than I keep. When I wonder what's going on . . . have I lost it? Whatever "it" is?

Today? Well, today the writing is going fairly well. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Another handful of chapters and I can write "The End." Then begins the rewriting, revising, editing, and rewriting again. I'll be glad to reach those stages because I'm eager to jump into my next book.


I still love writing. I love daydreaming about upcoming scenes. I love creating new characters. I love plotting a new book. And most days, I love writing page upon page on a book that I've been dreaming and scheming about for weeks or even months.

There are also days when I look back and try to figure out what I've done wrong. Why do some writers take off and sell, sell, sell? Why didn't any of mine strike that perfect chord in millions of readers? I read the bestsellers in my field and I just don't see how most of them are better writers than me. On those days, when writer's blues grip me, it's difficult to march on. Even telling myself to be grateful for what I have accomplished often isn't enough to pull me out of the doldrums. Oh for those days when I was just beginning and believed beyond a shadow of doubt that I would "break out" with my next book and find a larger, more devoted
reading audience!

Nowadays I just hope for a decent number of reviews on Amazon, knowing that getting to the magic number of 50 (when Amazon takes notice) will be nearly impossible, no matter how much money I spend on promoting the book.

That's something that never changes in this writing life. The next book is always so much more promising than the one you're trying to write. It's the dangling of that carrot . . . the greener grass on the other side of the fence . . . the glimmer of a gold ring as you ride the carousel. It's what keeps us all writing -- when we love it and when we hate it -- the temptation of better days and better stories ahead of us.

Going Bump in the Night

You Won’t Believe This, But . . .

    Since my Mind’s Eye series deals with psychics and spirits, I’m often asked if I really believe in ghosts. I can tell you, in no uncertain terms, that I do. Mainly because of what I’ve experienced at the Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, AR.

    During that particular weekend, my friends and I heard about a room that the hotel wasn’t renting out because everyone who had stayed in that room awakened to find that the doorknob had been removed from the inside. The hotel staff would come to the rescue and open the door for them and replace the doorknob, which was often found by housekeeping under the bed or in the closet. We speculated that guests were pulling a prank to bolster all the ghost stories surrounding the hotel. However, we decided to find the room in question.

    After midnight we went to the designated floor and crept down the hall. The room was at the far end of it. Halfway down the corridor, all the lights went out. It wasn’t pitch-black. We could make out each other in the dim light cast from the moonlight streaming through the window. Giggling, we were making “ooooh-aahhhh” noises to each other when we realized it was getting very, very cold! So cold that we could see our breath fogging the air. I remember shivering and wondering, What the heck?!

    My girlfriends and I stared at each other, round-eyed and quivering, as realization dawned. Was there a spirit near us? I could hear my pulse booming in my ears and I hugged myself to ward off the chills and sudden fear.

Then, with a soft pop, the lights all came back on and the area instantly began warming up. Within a minute, it was all back to normal.

    Except we weren’t.

    Like the chicken we were, we ran from that hallway and couldn’t wait to get into our room a floor below. We sat up most of the night jabbering about our experience and asking ourselves over and over again, “Did that just happen?”

That’s just one odd experience I’ve had in Eureka Springs. Don’t even get me started about the café table that rose up and floated!

Believe!

Birth Announcements

The Birth of a Notion

    So, writers start off with an inkling . . . a notion, if you will, of a story . From there characters are created and placed within the story outline. Scenes are imagined. Dialogue is designed. Places are positioned. A book blooms and comes to fruition.

    Then the real labor begins. Pushing that baby out so people can see it! Unlike the birth of a child, when people gather around to “ooh” and “aaah” and strangers say, “Can I see your baby? Let me see your baby,” a book’s birth is a lonely chore. Few if any people arrive uninvited to praise your newest production.

    Listen, I used to think I had it bad when I birthed a book for a print publisher like Harlequin or Avon. I had autograph parties and I went to book signing after book signing. I visited bookstores and put my books at eye level. This was NOTHING compared to what ebooks writers go through. At least with printed books they are out there. Everywhere. Every bookstore (although bookstores are disappearing fast!) and every library. With ebooks, if you don’t let people know – one by one – then your book will be read by a handful of people who actually know you or are related to you.

   Money begins flying out from PayPal for blog tours, advertising, contests, etc. You spend hours writing to blogs and asking them (how to ask without sounding as if you’re begging when that’s what you’re doing – BEGGING?) to read and review your book. Of course, they already have their favorite authors (and it’s always a long list) and they don’t have time to read or review anyone else. They will be happy to post an excerpt for a small price (which all adds up over time to be a big price – often you end up spending more than your book made in sales). Or they are already part of an author’s “posse” and too busy promoting her books, leaving no time for yours.

    And so here I am. Trying not to beg, but failing. Asking you, “Want to see my baby?” “Will you read my baby?”

   Pretty please?

   It's pathetic, really. But necessary. So, the next time you see a mention about a book on Facebook or get an e-mail about a book's release, don't sigh and hit delete. First, think to yourself, "Poor dear," and then read the e-mail or message, consider supporting that author by buying the book, and (this is the important part) WRITE A REVIEW on Amazon or wherever the book is sold.

   I heard the wonderful author Pat Conroy say one time that every year he purchases a book of poetry, a book by an author he's never read before, and a debut novel. I think that's a wonderful goal as a reader and I try to follow through and do the same every year. It does my reader's heart good.

  

Perfection, Please. NOT!

Perfect Is Dull

  Good books have good conflicts – both internal and external.

  When I created the main characters my Mind’s Eye series, I purposefully gave them numerous flaws and both internal and external problems because these characters had to fuel several books. I had planned on three novels for sure – and possibly more.

  One reviewer was reluctant to read the first two because I mentioned that my hero struggled with his feelings for the heroine and wasn’t sure he could be faithful to her. This completely turned off the reviewer, even though I explained that the hero was actually in love with the heroine, but he was trying to keep up some defenses because he expected her to leave him. Conflict. That’s what that is – character conflict that is rooted in past experiences.

  The reviewer’s stance made me think that she was missing out on a lot of good books! If the hero had to fall madly in love with the heroine and have no qualms or insecurities about it, then it’s all on the heroine to fuel the conflict. How is that fair? I suppose the heroine has to be the same way – in love and sure of it. So, where’s the conflict? Has to be all external, which can be less than stellar.

  However, I understand some of these “I won’t read a book that has . . .” reader rules. I used to say I would not read a book with a love triangle or one where the hero does dastardly things. I have since read those and enjoyed them! A good writer can destroy your preconceived notions and "rules" about what you think constitutes a tale well told!

  So, if you’re setting up reader rules – be careful. You’re missing out on the “spice” of trying something new. Give writers a chance to win you over! Allow them to court you. Maybe you’ll spurn them in the end, but at least you will have tasted something sinfully different.

The Art of the Steal

I Love That -- I'm Stealing It.

Have you ever read something over and over again because it's beautifully written? I have. As a writer, sometimes it's a good thing and sometimes it's a bad thing.

Good thing: you're struck by the emotion or imagery it evoked, so you read it several times because you want to remember it.

Bad thing: it's lovely, but it pulls you out of the story and makes you think about that sentence or wonder about that word. Anything that makes you step out of the story and ponder whether that word is right or what the phrase means or why the character is thinking that or saying that stops your flow.

Every writer has read something and thought, I love that. I'm stealing it. Yep. Stealing is plagiarism and plagiarism is bad, bad, very bad. But that's not what most writers actually do when they "steal something." What they do -- and what I do -- is they take the inspiration and use it, giving it our own little twist.

For example, I might read a sentence such as "His gaze danced across her skin and she felt every step, every turn, and every dip." I might like that and think, I'm stealing that. Then in the book I'm writing I pen, "His sloe-eyed gaze sambaed over her face and body with a slow, sexiness that increased the tempo of her heartbeat."

It's not the same sentence, right? But it was inspired by what the other writer penned. That's what "stealing" is to most writers. What we're actually doing is writing something that was triggered by a good piece of writing composed by someone else. It's actually a compliment, even though the other writer will probably never know about it.

When you get into trouble is when you actually rip off someone's writing, word for word. There have been some famous cases of this and they're all tragic to me. Why? Because it means that writer was in such a funk that he or she deserted his/her own integrity. Often, it's a financial thing. A deadline is on them and they haven't completed the work, so they start "borrowing" plot and dialogue from someone else's work, thinking that no one will notice.

Someone always notices, though.

Be inspired by other works and use them as springboards to better prose. If you like how a scene progresses in a book, try a similar scene in your book -- without looking at the inspirational scene as you craft your own version. Looking at the other writer's scene will hamper your own creativity. It's enough to remember how you felt as you read the scene and then try to create that same feeling yourself in your own work.

"Steal" the feelings and the level of excellence, but never the actual words. 

50 Shades of Shame

Shame On You!

Every so often I see comments from women about hiding the cover of the book they're reading or liking their Kindles because no one can see what they're reading. This never fails to infuriate me!

I'm hyper sensitive to this kind of thinking because at the heart of it all, I'm a romance reader, writer, and lover! Therefore, I have been and continue to be subjected to titters, grins, eye rolls, and sneers when I tell someone what I'm reading or writing. This happened to the extreme (and still does) when I was reading (and re-read) the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy and watch the film. Not only do men grin like perverts when I tell them I love those books, but women often smirk or shake their heads and say something like, "Oh, my God! Really? You're reading that?!" Yes, judgmental, narrow-minded biddy, I'm reading that -- and for about the 10th time, too!

Even in my salad days when my tongue wasn't as sharp, having not been honed yet on many an unsuspecting tsker, I resented and squirmed inside when people pooh-poohed my writing and reading preferences. I also noted with chagrin that when men were published in romance they usually went mainstream and were given more credibility. That still happens today. I'm sorry, but I don't believe for one second that Nicolas Sparks is a better romance writer than most Harlequin novelists. But he has a penis, so he is placed on a different level, not only by book reviewers, but also by a lot of readers! That really gets me fired up!

It's high time, ladies, to stop being ashamed of what you read! Do you ever hear men trying to hide the fact that they're reading books about war and violence or that they're reading Louis L'amour or Tom Clancy books for the second or third time? No, of course not! Even when men read pornography or buy Playboy magazines, they are hardly ever questioned about it. You know why? Because boys will be boys . . . they get a pass by society.

Stop making excuses for what you read and, for heaven's sake, stop hiding it. I don't give a hoot who sees what I'm reading. I carry around my copy of Fifty Shades proudly. When men snicker, I say,  "Are you intimidated? You should be." (That's a little something I ripped off of Mr. Grey himself!) When women look at my reading material as if it's covered in feces, I tell them, "Hey, hon, don't knock it until you've tried it. Whoever you're sleeping with will thank you for reading this!"

I love romances. I love to read about two people meeting and falling in love and becoming better people because of it. I refuse to apologize for enjoying this kind of story or writing this kind of story. I'll apologize for awkward sentences, typos, and other writer goofs, but not for the story. Uh-uh. Nope. No way.

And you shouldn't either!

But that's just my opinion. I could be wrong (but in this case, I'm not!).