Jeanne: That’s Swag!

The Demon Always Wins

In July, thanks to my Golden Heart® final, I’ll be attending the 2018 RWA® National Conference in Denver. The conference will attract a couple of thousand romance writers, who are also romance readers. Because I’m planning to release my first books this fall, it’s time to think about swag for the Goody Room.

In case you’re unfamiliar with the term, swag are small, inexpensive items authors give away to publicize their work. (Also, apparently, it’s a new slang term for what used to be cool. The things you discover when you’re googling something else.)

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Nancy: There Is No Light Without the Darkness

A few weeks ago, I went through a rough patch in my writing life. More accurately, I started going through the rough patch, because I haven’t yet climbed completely out of that hole of writerly despair. At least now I’m close enough to the surface to catch a glimpse of sunlight filtering down from above me.

There were reasons I fell into the hole, of course. I had too many deadlines on multiple projects converging at once. I was running a low-grade fever (precursor to a virus that towered a whole weekend and then some). I came to the realization that I couldn’t stay on course for meeting my publishing deadlines and at the same time attend an amazing writers’ conference being held in paradise this coming fall. I bailed on paradise because it was the right thing to do, but sometimes the right think sucks.

But there were deeper reasons, too. Poking a stick into a story idea that’s not baked enough yet. Coming to the point in one of my stories where I realized it’s all complete drivel (this happens at several points per story for me; YMMV). Falling into the pit of despair known as imposter syndrome. I knew talking to someone would help, but I wasn’t ready to share with other writers (which makes up about 90% of my circle of friends and acquaintances IRL) for fear of hearing well-meaning advice or platitudes, neither of which would have worked for me in that particular state. In fairness, my wonderful friends who also happen to be writers would have known not to do that, but I was stuck down in that hole, not seeing things all that clearly.

Which left me with the small number of non-writers in my life, and led to the realization that not only did I not want to discuss the trials and tribulations of the writing life with them in that moment, I didn’t want to discuss those harsh realities with them ever. I really had to ponder my own reaction. These are good eggs, kind people, of the loving and caring sort. Why did I recoil from sharing these truths with them? Maybe I was afraid – to paraphrase Col. Jessup from A Few Good Men – they couldn’t handle the truth, because most conversations with non-writers that touch on writing reveal a lot of misunderstanding about what it means to pursue the writing life.

We are the overlords of time, bending and stretching it to obey our will. This sounds great. Amazing, actually. Where do I sign up for this superpower? Because it did not arrive in my Acme Writer Starter Kit. Maybe I should demand a refund. Or, you know, deal with the truth, which is unless a writer has a really fast rocket ship and can disrupt the space-time continuum, she is bound by the same 24-hour days, 7-day weeks as everyone else on this big, round rock known as earth.

To clear up a few other misunderstandings about writers and time: no one gave me this time; I took it, fought for it, carved it out of the cold, hard edifice of life with my bare, bleeding hands. All my other time-consuming responsibilities did not evaporate; I prioritized writing above as many of those other things as I could, and still I have to juggle and re-shuffle constantly, because this life thing comes with serious demands. And there have been times when I could not prioritize writing, when it fell to the bottom of my list or got smothered at the bottom of my to-do pile. Because the limitations of 24/7 really do apply to writers, too.

We are living the dream, ergo there are unicorns and rainbows (but no unicorn poop and no downpours). Ah, the good life. I am not being facetious. For me, and I’m sure for many of you, writing – even on its worst days – is the dream. At least it’s my dream. It’s my passion, and to some extent, my obsession. There is nothing in the world that compares with finally untangling a plot problem, understanding a character’s deeper motive, finishing an exquisite passage, or making myself (and later, other readers) laugh and cry and emote with something that came from my fevered imagination and gnarled fingers.

Why shouldn’t writing also be hard? We’re baring our souls here, people. Bleeding on the page. Digging into the most painful parts of human experience to expose the emotional truths that lie at the heart of all good fiction.

I truly believe that everything that is worthwhile is hard, frustrating, sometimes even demoralizing. Raising children. Working on a long-term relationship. Caring for a sick loved one. Taking care of pets. Pursuing some other passionate calling like medicine or social work or politics. All of the wonderful things that make life worthwhile come with their own dark sides, tough days, and pits of despair. Wanting, needing, and loving something does not make it easy, it just makes the hard parts bearable.

We are carrying the hopes and dreams of all of humanity on our broad, strong, writerly shoulders. Okay, yes, I’m being dramatic. That’s something we writer types are wont to do. But when people not engaged in a creative outlet learn I’m a professional writer, they admit to being immensely impressed, slightly jealous, or – most often – both. As the New York Times reported, more than 80% of Americans ‘think they have a book in them’. That’s literally hundreds of millions of people in the US alone wanting to do the thing I get to do every day. What’s not to envy?

It’s hard to explain to someone who wants what you have that – like time – no one handed you this special gift. That you’ve had to fight for it, through it, even with it to get this writing life into some semblance of something livable. Who wants to hear that? Who asked you to rain on their parade full of unicorns? You need to smile, write that book, get it out into the world, and make it a success, damn it! Otherwise, those watching you, envying you, wanting what you have, might just lose hope in their own creative dreams.

As I pondered these myths about writing, I also dealt with the reality of my own writing life. I started finding footholds to begin the climb out of my bad writing day/week/month hole (yes, I promise I’m almost done with this tired metaphor). I eventually reached out to a few writer friends, asking for nothing but a chance to vent and some supportive pity, which they graciously provided advice-free. I posted about my stalled progress in a private online group for creative types (not all writers), and included a simple plan to get back on the writing path.

And then I followed my simple plan, removing word, scene, and chapter count goals from my daily to-do list, and focusing instead on spending an hour – just one hour – on whatever project needed my attention the most that day. I also took comfort in some very timely articles about dealing with the dark times by writer Kim Bullock over at Writer Unboxed, and writing mentor extraordinaire Lisa Cron over at Writers Helping Writers. 

And through my brief journey to the dark side, an unexpected thing has happened. I’ve made peace with the fact that there are some things that non-writers just don’t get, that they’ll never get unless and until they really do write that book they’re sure they have inside themselves, if only they can learn to bend time and tame unicorns and grow broad shoulders.

But you and I will look back at all the deep, dark holes littering our writing path, and we will know the truth.

Jilly: Aliens or Werewolves? Why?

If you were stranded on a desert island or snowed up in an isolated cabin and you could have only one novel to read, would you choose shifters or aliens? You don’t know the author. You don’t get to see the cover or read the blurb, you just have to choose a sub-genre. Fantasy/urban fantasy, or sci-fi?

My question arises courtesy of an explanation I read this week on Ilona Andrews’ blog. Like many of their fans, I am super-excited about their current Innkeeper serial, a novel posted in free instalments every Friday.

Sweep of the Blade is a courtship story between Maud, a human who was previously married to an asshat vampire and has sworn off the species for good, and Arland, a swoon-worthy alpha male vampire of aristocratic lineage who’s unshakeably in love with her and makes no secret of it. He persuades her to accompany him to his home planet, and high-octane high jinks ensue. The story features hierarchical, militaristic vampire dynasties in space, family politics, deadly conspiracies, and some serious arse-kicking delivered by Maud and her young daughter, Helen. It’s clever, moving, funny, exciting, and kind.

Apparently fans have been writing to the authors to squee about the story and to ask why they don’t quit writing their other series so we can all have more Innkeeper. Among a handful of reasons, Ilona offered this explanation:

Innkeeper is a SF at its core. Aliens are a harder sell than werewolves. 🙂 A lot of people who would actually like Innkeeper, if they gave it a shot, read the description and walk away from it because it has Science Fiction elements.

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Michaeline: Duskova Does Drama

a woman in a blue negligee pouring fairy dust on some very small people. Magazine cover is titled "Imagination" and one of the stories is, "The Laughter of Toffee".

Imagination is a wonderful thing. (image via Wikimedia Commons)

So, darlings, imagine me in a fluffy blue peignoir, scarfing down small but exquisite chocolates and dictating this blog to my personal assistant like a 21st century Barbara Cartland. I shall be imagining it, too, since a pilly blue fleece, some whole-grain crackers and the android voice recognition system just don’t seem to match the elegance and sheer decadence that I feel I deserve at this point in the game.

You see, dear readers, on March 24 I reminded you that it might be ever-so-practical to back up your computer once in a while. And, oh, what good fairies were looking after me that week because I not only gave good advice, but I took it, too!

The semi-prophetic line from that post that now grabs my attention is: “I’ve been skating on thin ice for the last several months – one hot cup of tea over the keyboards away from disaster.”

Alas, my pale, drab real life was not even as dramatic as that. It was room-temperature tap water that I spilled on the balding and broken left shift key. The results were still a disaster. Currently, my computer squeals electronically when I turn it on, and refuses to cooperate with the external ergonomic keyboard I bought in a fit of optimism after a particularly rough NaNoWriMo November. The data is all there on the laptop, but I can’t quite access it.

Eight Ladies Writing is a romance blog, and there WILL be a happy ending. My data is safe and backed up, along with all my stories and research pictures and notes. And this Saturday morning, I will drive a thousand miles (with my artistic license in my purse, of course) to Sapporo to get some sort of new device. Hopefully something that is lithe, handsome and doesn’t come at too steep a price. I shall fall in its electronic arms, and never take for granted the ease of keyboard composition again!

Wishing all of you the happiness of knowing you’ve got a steady, dry system that’s been backed up from here to the very clouds of heaven (or Finland, if that’s where your cloud data is stored). There will be a happy ending!

Elizabeth: Friday Story Time and Sprints

I just opened the front door to get some fresh air before sitting down to work on this post.

Bad idea.

Either the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse just raced through the neighborhood or something startled the family of skunks that’s nesting under my front porch.  Fortunately the cat was in the house, not outside in the line of fire.  Guess I’ll be keeping the door shut and hoping for a return of the breezy weather we had earlier in the week.  On the plus side, maybe it will keep the raccoons and possums away for a while.  They spent last evening thumping around the garbage cans, trying (unsuccessfully) to get inside them.

Good thing I wasn’t planning on any outdoor writing sessions in the near future.  Instead, I think I’ll head for my favorite spot on the couch, fire up the computer, and see if I can get some words on the page that I don’t just turn around and delete as soon as I re-read them.

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Michille: Favorite Characters

Marrying WinterborneOne of the reasons that I like reading and writing romance is the character-driven nature of the stories. I like character arc. One of the reasons that I don’t usual watch TV series is the lack of character arc in most of them. If the focus of the show is on, say, solving crimes, like Law and Order or Criminal Minds, I don’t get annoyed with lack of character growth. I do get annoyed when it takes five or six seasons for two people who clearly have spark to get together. I understand why it takes that long, I just don’t like it so I don’t watch it.

I have favorite characters and there are usually the books that I go back and re-read, particularly when I’m struggling with my own character’s arc. What was the character like in the beginning? How was he/she changed at the end? How did the author show the change? I’ve posted some favorite characters before, but here are some new ones: Continue reading

Elizabeth: Just a Reminder

While searching for a writing-inspiration photo on my computer earlier today I came  across this quote from Anne Lamott.  I figured we could probably all use the reminder; I know I certainly can.  These days I alternate between procrastination and deleting more words than I write.

So go put some words on the page.

Even if they are crap.

You can buff and polish them later.