Real life
A lack of discrimination is a constant problem for me. I want to grow thousands of different flowers. An endless stream of new releases tempts me to drop everything else and settle down to read. And every character who pops into my head arrives with a story of his own and I want to write them all.
The list of possibilities keeps expanding and freedom to choose doesn’t help a bit. Time races, on an implacable master, demanding some sort of priority system.
If I write three or four books a year–which keeps me real busy when the stories are novel length–the total output is still a scanty list of titles, especially when I compare it with the number of stories in my head.
What I do is balance the stories I want to tell with those you all want to read. I limit the number of installments in each series. This way we both get to enjoy exploring as many new worlds as I can handle. And I stick with love stories.
While I love writing science fiction, fantasy, mystery, thrillers, and now history,
every story has a true romance for the two or three or more
people involved.
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This month has seen some major shakeups in the publishing industry.
Barnes and Noble announced they were considering selling.
Dorchester decided to offer only e-books.
This is just the start of a revolution.
Will there be new print titles available next year, next decade? My guess is yes. We still have AM and FM radio despite the easy access of television and the internet. Mass market publishers should note radio scrambled to find a niche television didn’t fill.
Another factor the paper and ink set should consider, the market for e-books is different from the traditional titles offered between hard and soft covers.
Are you willing to pay a premium to read your favorite authors in print?
E-readers are still evolving. What features would make you consider switching to digital editions?
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The worse the weather is the more it fascinates me. Seriously, if it’s been raining for forty days and forty nights (hey, it happens around here) I’m scanning the forecasts for hints of dry days. When it’s a hundred degrees in the shade–like right now–I’m constantly checking the weather site. Same deal if it’s miserably cold.
Only pleasant, normal weather is ignored.
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Last November I joined a critique group, ERA. This isn’t my first critique group, but it’s definitely the best. If you want to write for publication then a peer group, or better yet a group of writers who know more than you, is a huge help.
Other writers, both published and pre-published, understand the challenges, struggles, and thrills in ways your family and friends never will.
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I may have re-title this section, adventures in digital publishing or something with the same meaning–but catchier.
As part of exploring the wonderful world of e-publishing from the sellers perspective, I’m sampling and reading free and cheap Kindle titles. I love it when I read a successful title like Truck Stop and the story inside lives up to it’s billing.
Tell me about your favorite free reads…
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Real life
While chatting with a friend, the subject of favorite books came up–I know, big surprise–
As I listened to her enthuse about the novels she rereads, I recognized the books and I wondered if somehow the contents had been sifted through some other dimension so that while the authors and titles were the same, we read entirely different books. The more I thought about, the more sense this explanation made.
The other dimension is the reader’s mind. None of us read the same book. Each of us brings her own set of filters and perception of reality to the pages. Successful authors are those who tap into the nearly universal threads of humanity. It follows that my enthusiasm for a particular book says more about me than the merit of the literary work.
I’d rather live in a world of absolute truth where everything make sense all the time. Since my real life is never like that, I adore escapist entertainment. This may be another secret of successful fiction.
What do you think, are there provable facts or is everything subject to perception?
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When people learn I write fiction lots of them ask where I get my ideas. Even more develop eager glints in their eyes and say, “Have I got a story for you.”
These folks should write. They’re naturals, perfectly willing to pitch to their most intimate fantasies to a virtual stranger.
Alas, story concepts are the easy part. Stories are part of the human DNA, the need to tell them passed on like straight hair, overbites, and brown eyes. Actually writing these tales takes serious work. Lots of it and not a bit of it glamorous.
Strangely, I enjoy the word crafting. I get lost checking the Chicago Manual of Style. This explains why my manuscripts still contain so many errors.
Hours elapse while I’m looking for just the right word. More time passes recasting a sentence for stronger impact or smoother rhythm.
What do you like best about your job?
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The Pacific Northwest is having a heatwave (seventies, with spikes into the eighties). No doubt, all my friends on the east coast are snickering. But this is serious heat around here. Most folks don’t have air conditioning in their cars, homes, or even at work.
Most of the year we have the same kind of weather, cool, cloudy, and wet. Once in awhile we get hot and sunny or cold and snowy. In either case, we aren’t prepared.
Go ahead and whine about your weather, I’m sure it’s worse.
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My favorite clothes always wear out fastest. I understand why. They’re either on my back or they’re in the laundry.
Since I’m a practical woman, as soon as I notice a particular item is a favorite, I buy a couple more. The only problem with this brilliant strategy is said garment is seldom available even a few weeks after purchase.
Am I the only one who’s thrilled with a pair of jeans that fit perfectly? Or a tee shirt that is soft, comfy, but not transparent? These are basics, they should be readily available. Alas, they are not.
In fact, even if I hotfoot it right back to the store (or website) where I found the great jeans or wonderful sweater, within a week or two–I want to see if it’s appeal survives at least one round of wash and dry before I stock up–the style is no longer available.
Share your pet peeves…
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The Fourth of July is my least favorite holiday. Nothing against the birth of our nation; a fine reason to celebrate. Nothing against fireworks, I’ve seen some spectacular professional displays.
What I don’t like are all the enthusiastic neighborhood amateur demolitions. Otherwise normal, well behaved people purchase large quantities of fireworks and various other explosive devices and set fire to them for hours on end. This drives the dog crazy and does nothing to improve my mood.
Maybe someday,, I’ll write a heroine who’s wild about fireworks.
Until then, I’m closing the doors and windows, turning on the a/c and playing Jaws and Independence Day until the mayhem ceases.
How do you feel about fireworks–love them or leave them?
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