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Friday, May 7, 2010

The Writing Process by Jim Gilbert


THE WRITING PROCESS

By
Jim Gilbert


Many authors refer to the writing process as an almost magical means of getting their thoughts onto paper for eventual publication.  I say “magical” because each author seems to have his or her own way of translating those thoughts into the wonderful prose we all treasure.  They expound on their individual methods at conferences and conventions, pointing out both the benefits and, often, the drawbacks of their techniques.  However, if each author has his or her own writing process, how is a budding author with dreams of book signings, library visits, and being featured at the above mentioned conferences and conventions ever to find the way that suits them?  It is my hope that this article will offer a little hope to those suffering in the wasteland that writer’s block often feels like.
The most common piece of advice that new writers usually receive from seasoned professionals is “write what you know.”  That’s fine, in as far as it goes; you can’t very well write about something you know nothing about, so stick with things you do know intimately and/or in which you have a strong interest.  However, I don’t feel that “write what you know” goes far enough.  I think a better bit of advice is the old adage “know thyself.”  If this seems a little too broad to be of real practical value, please bear with me.  Some authors have been able to make writing their primary source of income, and they treat writing like a regular job.  In fact, a very prolific science fiction/fantasy author makes writing a 9-to-5 job: he enters his home office at 9 AM sharp, spends the first hour on correspondence (fan mail, emails from his agent and publisher, etc.) and phone calls; writes at his computer for three hours, takes an hour for lunch, writes at his computer for three-and-a-half hours, uses the last half-hour for more correspondence, and leaves his office at 5 PM sharp.  Now, while this is great for him, most of us just haven’t reached the point where we can depend solely on the income from writing (at least not yet, but I still have hope).  If you have not yet hit it big, you have to work your writing time around your regular work schedule, household chores, family issues, etc.  Besides finding the time to write, there are other things to consider.  Do you like to write in a quiet atmosphere, or do you prefer to have music or some other noise in the background?  Do you have a special room or corner that is your “office,” or do you write anywhere you can find the space amidst all of your family’s stuff?  Do you write in spits and spurts, or do you have nonstop, marathon writing sessions?  Do you wing it, or do you have a plot outline written down that you stick to rigidly?  As for myself, I use a laptop computer on a small table at my couch, have the TV running to listen to in the background, use a flexible plot outline (I know key points in the story and where they fit in, and I fill in the “spaces” in between those points in moving from one point to the next), and when I hit a patch of writer’s block (knowing what I want to say, but not exactly how I want to word it), I pause and play a few hands of spider solitaire before going back to writing (letting it percolate in the back of my mind as I play the card game).  So you can see it’s not “just write what you know,” but also “know thyself” that’s important to today’s author.  Of course, I also need to know what to write, and for that I need to do some research.
No matter how much you think you know about a topic, you can always do with learning some more.  You never know when some little tidbit that you learned in some book or from a class or even from some conversation may be useful.  I thought I knew a lot about ghosts from reading stories about real ghost, documentaries, and even a couple of encounters of my own, but I learned something new about ghosts in Charleston, South Carolina, while watching another documentary on TV.  Lo and behold, I was able to devote a whole chapter in my novel, A Host of Ghosts, based on one of the ghostly legends of Charleston.  For another example, I already knew a good deal about motorcycles when I needed one for a chapter in my novel, The Once and Future Now.  I needed a bike that was fast and light, but powerful enough to carry two people while handling the stunts I required of it.  The answer?  Research.  And despite what I had already learned about the Irish Republican Army and its efforts to expel the British from Ireland and eventually seek a peaceful resolution to the conflict, I need more information on the key players and operations of the IRA, as well as information on MI6, particular towns and locations in Ireland, France, and England, and the Hellfire Club.  What did I do?  Research.  With a little studying of the information I collected, I was able to see the novel play out in my head as if I had a movie screen in my mind playing the action in front of me.  All I had to do was write down what I saw as it happened.  Even if you’re creating a world or universe from whole cloth, what happens in that world/universe still have to make sense within the rules you set up for it as well as rules that your readers will understand.  Willing suspension of disbelief (which you expect your readers to adopt if you write science fiction, fantasy, horror, or some combination of them) only goes so far.  Learn something about ecology, sword fighting techniques, battle tactics, medieval technology, blacksmithing, farming, woodscraft, etc. if you are going to write a fantasy novel.  After all, you can’t believably have deadly swarms of giant monsters attacking and wiping out whole towns in a medieval setting without understanding why they are attacking, what they normally feed on when not attacking a town (is there enough wildlife in their normal territory to support those large numbers), what kind of organizational system do they use (pack, flock, herd, etc.), how they have been repelled if this has happened before, etc.  You also need to know something about how a large city and a small village work in a medieval setting in order to make your settings and characters more real for your readers.  For example, is the town/city large enough to have a mayor, a healer/doctor, a priest (or even more than one temple/church and, thus, more than one priest), a tavern, an inn, a town guard or militia, etc?  The same is true for science fiction settings and characters.  To be consistent in your rules for your universe, you have to have the background information firmly in place and in mind before you write.  Research, research, research.
That sounds like the advice Isaac Asimov used to give to new writers trying to break into the business: “Write, write, write.”  The only way to perfect your craft is to write.  After all, practice makes perfect.  The reason some things become a cliché is because they are all too often true.  You can’t become good at something if you don’t practice at it.  That is why they have spring training for baseball players and summer camp for football players to get back into fighting trim.  Your mind is also something that needs to be used, and often, if you wish to become good at something, especially writing, wherein your greatest tool is your mind.  So write, write, write.  Write stories for fanzines, magazines created, written, edited, and illustrated by fans of a particular literary genre or even a particular author.  Write stories and articles for local magazines, as well as e-magazines (magazines available only on the Internet).  Take a writing class.  Join a writers’ group, a collection of local authors/writers who get together regularly to critique one another’s work.  (There is a difference between being critical and doing a critique; one is finding fault with someone’s work, the other is pointing out ways to improve someone’s work by showing that someone how the mistakes can be improved.  You want the latter kind of group, because they will help you improve your writing (grammar, structure, phrasing, word choice, etc.), and, amazingly, as you learn to identify mistakes that need correcting in their work, you learn to watch out for those same mistakes in your own work.  A good group will also help you maintain your focus so that you always have something to present to the group; in other words, they help you keep writing, writing, writing.)
I hope that this helps you find the way to your own writing process, your own method, steps, and procedures for writing your articles, short stories, and novels.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Meet Author E. B. Loan


Q. Were you an avid reader as a child? What type of books did you enjoy reading?

A. I did so much reading as a child. Some of it was age appropriate—but a lot of it wasn’t. My mother was an avid horror fan and I used to sneak into the upstairs bathroom, lock the door and sneak books like the entire V.C. Andrews series or anything by Stephen King. I think I was ten when I whipped through those puppies. Some of the more appropriate stuff that sticks in my mind would be A Wrinkle in Time. I read that in fifth grade and it changed my life. I couldn’t get any of my kids to read it—which made me sad. I cried openly when I read The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, as well as The Outsiders. More recently I’d have to say Sue Monk Kidd and Augusten Burroughs, but no matter how hard I try I can’t get into Nicholas Sparks…he’s just too sappy for my taste. 

Q. Tell us a bit about your latest book, and what inspired you to write such a story.

 A. My latest book, Killer on the Key, is a suspense/thriller with a paranormal twist. I wouldn’t classify as paranormal in the purest sense, in fact I had one publisher tell me it wasn’t paranormal at all, but there is a hint of it in there. Ghosties and voices in your head…that sort of thing.
The story takes place on Gulf Key, which is a barrier island just outside of Sarasota, Florida. I should clarify here. It is based on one of the barrier islands that exists in that little piece of heaven. I won’t name it—but I bet anyone familiar with that area could do it in ten pages flat.
It is a story that wraps two different families, from two different generations together. One family, the Ashland’s, is battling with a curse that they believe was placed on them. The other, the Troost’s, are trying to piece themselves back together after the tragic loss of their unborn child. They come together on Gulf Key during Maggie Troost’s recuperation.
It is a thrill ride for sure. Each and every character is a very human mix of good and bad, light and dark. There are moments when you identify with someone and others where you stop and think “Oh my God, that didn’t just happen,” or “Did she just really say that?”
My inspiration was easy. Vacation. My husband took me back to the spot where we fell in love and suddenly I felt like I was standing on the edge of something big, like an electric current was in the air. The next thing I knew, I’d spit out a book.



Q. How would you describe your creative process while writing this book? Was it stream-of-consciousness writing, or did you first write an outline?

A.  I really wish I’d written an outline! It was just one big pile of pages that seemed to come from nowhere. I kept thinking I would get stuck at some point and never finish, but every day I’d wake up and think, today this person will say this and then that guy will say that…It was only after my editor, Pat Evans, got a good eyeful and sent it back to me for my first round of revisions that I realized how much more I needed to do to carve out a decent story. I can’t thank her enough for being a drill sergeant—she made me dig and put in countless hours getting it ready. She told me, “It’s a good story—but you have a lot of work to do.” She scared me to death, but made the book a real, honest to goodness book.

Q. Did your book require a lot of research?

A. Some. I only write what I know, or can learn with a little effort. Fiction based on history is something I admire—from afar. A talent I do not possess.
I knew the area like the back of my hand, so that part was easy. Sure I embellished some things, like The Columbia Restaurant’s location. I put it overlooking the Bay for effect, but I used their real menu. But, there were some things I needed to research, for example, taking care of a Man of War? Got nothing on that one. Thankfully with a little research I was able to learn all about how the Mote Aquarium in California is working on a process to keep them alive in tanks. Ta da—research!

Q. If you could have any vice without repercussions, what would it be?

A.  I would be able to eat whatever I want, whenever I want, and still look like I did at twenty five. No exercise required. ~sigh~

Q. What is the funniest/most embarrassing/scariest story from one of your books signings or events?

A. My first signing will be coming up on June 20th at Circle Books in St. Armands Circle (Sarasota) and I am terrified that no one will come! My publicist, Laura Lindau, is working her tail off to make sure that does not happen—but that is the scariest thing I can think of. So if you live within fifty miles—come!

Q. If you could have been the servant to any famous person in history, who would that be and why?

A. Elvis. I think I picked him because his life was so surreal.  Fried Peanut Butter sandwiches and honorary FBI badges all mixed up with drugs, opulence, and incredible music? Wow. Think about the book that could have come out of that time spent! 

Q. What so you see for the future of publishing and ebooks?

A. I love, love, love this question. I think (as a new writer) that this is one of those moments in history for every artist in every media. The world wide web just keeps making it easier and easier for us independents to get out there and make our mark in the world. The big publishing houses are holding on by a thread right now, and it keeps getting thinner. They no longer have this extreme strangle hold on who gets to be ‘the one.’ If you are good, and people like your work, you can reach a level of success that wasn’t possible a few years ago. The big guys are nervous, and they should be! I knew ebooks had really made it when the biggies got together and sued Amazon.com for selling books too cheaply. It there wasn’t a market—they simply wouldn’t care.
If I could make one prediction it would be this: we are the last generation that will be clinging to paper books. They are very quickly going to become treasured antiques like my big Motorola record cabinet. The next generation will be using tablets for all their reading—even schoolbooks. Like it or hate it, it is coming.

Q. Which of your characters do you love/hate/fear/pity the most and why?

A. My favorite character is Lizzie. She is a crotchety old broad! Underneath she is a giver, but she tells it like it is. No bullshit gets past Lizzie. I hope to be just like her one day… The one I pity the most is her sister Charlotte. She lost herself somewhere and never got back to where she needed to be. It’s just really sad. She clings to God, but it isn’t healthy and in the end…well read the book.

Q. Do you get along with your muse? What do you do to placate her when she refuses to inspire you?

A. My muse and I are on great terms. I think she is over the moon happy that I’m writing. She has been putting story lines in my head since I was in diapers—and I’m just now taking her seriously. I think I just heard her say “finally!”

Q. Do you have another book in the works? Would you like to tell readers about your current or future projects

A. I have several new books I’d like to talk about. The big one is Opals and Rubies, due out July 1st from Wings. That story was another one that hit me out of nowhere and flew off my fingers. It had to be written. To not write it would have been a crime. It’s darker than Killer on the Key, but talk about rooting for the underdog. It deals with the question of redemption and what happens when we die. It isn’t always pretty—but I promise you it’s riveting. I sent it out for early reviews and so far everything has come back with A+ ratings. 
I am also half done with Confessions of a PTA Mafia Mom, which is a tad more humorous. It is the story of Lanie Jackerson, a middle aged suburban mom, who wakes up one day and decides to take her life back—on her terms. I’m at a really good spot in the book and I can’t wait to see the end! I have one other project in the works, but I’m not ready to share it publicly yet…

Q. Have you ever experience weird cravings while you write? If so, what kind?
A. I wouldn’t say weird cravings, but I constantly nosh when I write. Not good for my rapidly spreading rear end, but I can’t say that I care much right now. I’m enjoying life too much.

Q. What is the worst, best, most embarrassing or funniest situation your writing career has put you in?

 A. So far, the worst thing was when my fist book came out with some errors in it. I was horrified! I went back through everything in my galleys and realized that they weren’t in there. I contacted my publisher and they were very gracious about getting it fixed ASAP. So far I’ve only had to rebuy a couple of corrected books for people. So for my good friends and family that wanted a ‘unique’ copy—thanks for making me feel better. But I have to say even that was a good thing. It taught me to bite my tongue and work through a tough spot. Mistakes happen. How you deal with them is what matters.



Q. Where can we find you on the web?

A. Baby, I am all over this web thing! Let me count the ways…
1. Twitter: ebloanwrites
2. Facebook: E.B. Loan
 I am running a Killer on the Key promotion with a family membership to the Mote Aquarium (and partners) as the grand prize. Details are on the ebloanbooks website. And If I could add one more little plug…if you sign up to follow my Google blog and shoot me an email message…I will send you the first three chapters of Opals and Rubies to read! I’m sending one a month through June to try to gain some loyal fans for the release in July. Don’t worry if you missed the first one, I’ll send it J
Thanks for taking the time to chat with me today.
Cheers!
E.B. Loan
Fiction from Chicago


Killer on the Key—a short excerpt
Maggie was being a brat, no doubt about it. All Chris had done was question why she wanted the dresser. It was a perfectly reasonable thing to ask. The question grated on her nerves. She felt raw. Stalking back to the cottage she grabbed her suit.
What are you doing? Why are you so mad?
She was tired of the whole damn thing. Everything in their lives had gone off the track and she wanted her half of it back. They lost a baby, it happened to people every day. She had to give birth to a child she knew would never take a breath or blink--it was hard. She did her part, now she wanted to be herself again. Maggie Shoals Troost. Interior designer. Fighter. Art lover. Independent. She wanted to want a dresser without having her husband question why. It was a dresser, she wanted it; no more no less. No deeper issue, just a simple desire.
Stripping, she threw her clothes at the wall. She was crying. And no more guilt. She was going swimming.
But you know what the doctor said.
I don't care.
The suit was still tight, but she got it on. She grabbed a towel threw on her flip flops and headed out the door. Crossing the street she avoided looking at the cottage to see if he had followed her out.
Maggie reached the sand, kicked off her shoes, and headed for the water.
My God it's hot. I forgot what the sand can be like in the middle of the day.
Running now, she could hear the waves crashing on the sand.
A few more steps Maggie, then you'll be free.
Five.
Free from what?
Four.
Everything; the nightmares, the loneliness, the agony.
Three.
You forget the most important thing.
Two.
What's that?
One.
The lies Maggie, you need to free yourself from the lies.
Shit.
Her feet hit the water and she stopped.
“Goddamn it!” she screamed at the sky, “Stop torturing me!”
She was out of control. The wind whipped her hair. The surf crashed drowning the words that raged in her ears.
You're a liar Maggie, a fake. Nothing good can ever come from you.
The world in front of her began to swim.
You are going to pass out, right here in the water.
I don't care.
You'll die here, alone on this beach, drowned in the water you were too afraid to swim in.
She wanted to die. It would serve her right. She felt herself falling. Then there were the arms. They wrapped around her pulling her from the edge. The bones felt frail, but they had amazing strength in them. She blacked out.
Things started to come into focus. Red hair. Scratch that, gray hair with red streaks hung in her face. Lizzie. The sun was still high in the sky making her facial expressions hard to read. Maggie sat up.
“I'm sorry, I...” She had no idea what to say.
Lizzie pulled her hair back into a bun and wrapped a beach towel around Maggie's shoulders. She sat crouched in front of her for a moment. Standing she held out her hand for Maggie. “We need a drink.”
“I should stop and tell Chris. He'll be worried.”
“I'll call Charlotte. She can tell Chris.”
Maggie took the older woman's hand. Lizzie pulled her to her feet with ease.
God, she's so strong.
Maggie looked at her bathing suit stretched over her puffy stomach. “Where...?”
“The Hilton, down the beach,” taking the towel from Maggie's shoulders Lizzie wrapped it around her waist like a sarong. “There, now no one will look.”
Maggie felt tears of gratitude spring up behind her lids.
Thank you Lizzie, thank you, thank you, thank you.


Sunday, March 7, 2010

Meet author M. Jean Pike


Were you an avid reader as a child? What type of books did you enjoy reading?
Reading has been a lifelong hobby of mine. Add to that a keen fascination with the supernatural and you have my childhood! Even as a young reader, I loved spooky, quirky stories; books filled with ghosts and enchanted places. I love to be taken by surprise and have always enjoyed stories that could make me cry or scare me silly. Years later, I try to incorporate those same elements into my own stories.

Tell us a bit about your latest book, and what inspired you to write such a story.
My latest book, Whispers in Autumn, is part two in my Love on the Lake series. The first book, Shadow Lake, features Emma Beckman, a young widow who goes to Shadow Lake Campground in search of summer employment and ends up finding the love of her life. In “Whispers,” I take my readers back to Shadow Lake when Emma’s friend, ghost whisperer Dove Denning, goes to the campground for Emma’s wedding and finds it full of restless spirits. I have previously written three paranormal romances and was itching to get back to that genre. A haunted campground seemed the perfect opportunity.

How would you describe your creative process while writing this book? Was it
stream-of-consciousness writing, or did you first write an outline?
I always do a basic outline of where my stories will start, where they will end up, and the key plot points I will put in the middle. But as always, these characters took me by surprise and added twists I hadn’t originally planned. To me, that’s the magic of storytelling.

Did your book require a lot of research?
Yes, the book required a lot of research, but a lot of it had already been done while researching for my previous works. I never throw so much as one tidbit of fascinating information away, so even though I may not have included things like auras and doppelgangers in other works, I have notebooks full of information on such things. Researching the supernatural world, I tend to get awfully sidetracked.     

If you could have any vice without repercussions, what would it be?
Definitely spending money frivolously. In these challenging economic times, I think we’ve all had to learn to be more frugal, to make choices about what we spend our money on. If I could spend without having to worry about paying it back, the sky would be the limit!


What is the funniest/most embarrassing/scariest story from one of your books signings or events?
A few years ago I was invited to do an author chat and signing at one of our local libraries. About ten minutes before the event started, the crowd literally began to shuffle in. I was surprised to see that most were of the geriatric set. During my reading, one old gal actually took out her knitting! That was definitely an event I’ll remember for a long, long time!

If you could have been the servant to any famous person in history, who would that be and why?
I’d have to say Jesus Christ. I try to serve Him in my life by being kind to others, but what an honor it would have been to serve Him literally. I enjoy cooking, and would have loved to serve up a batch of chicken and dumplings for Him and the disciples after a long, hard day of fishing.

What so you see for the future of publishing and ebooks?
More and more, we live in an electronic world. For those of us who grew up loving  printed books and the whole experience of brick and mortar bookstores, it’s not something we will let go of easily. But as our generation is phased out and replaced by the younger, modern e-generation, I think that paperbound books will eventually go the way of eight-track cassettes. I just hope it doesn’t happen in my lifetime.

Which of your characters do you love/hate/fear/pity the most and why?
I love each and every one of my heroes and heroines, but I would have to say the one I admire the most is Darby Sullivan in Waiting for the Rain. Due to a set of incredible circumstances, he’s an old-fashioned man struggling to live in a modern world. I threw a lot of obstacles in his path and he rose above them all. When forced to make a tough choice he does the right thing. Even though it costs him everything.

Do you get along with your muse? What do you do to placate her when she refuses to inspire you?
Like any other writer, I have a love/hate relationship with my muse. She’s unpredictable, and often temperamental. When I have the time to sit and write, she is often not compliant. She likes to whisper the most incredible story ideas into my ear at the most inopportune moments, like when I’m driving on the thruway, or sitting in a faculty meeting.

Do you have another book in the works? Would you like to tell readers about your current or future projects
I do! I’m currently gathering ideas for my next installment in the Love on the Lake series!!

Have you ever experience weird cravings while you write? If so, what kind?
Coffee is such a great motivator and I’ve used it for a reward so many times that writing just isn’t the same without it! There’s a great little coffee shop in town with the most wonderful selection of gourmet blends that I go most every Saturday morning and buy the largest size they have. Fully armed, I’m ready to go home and tackle that blank computer screen.

If you had to write yourself as a villain, what kind of villain would you be? What would you be named?
Oh, goodness. I wouldn’t make a good villain. I’m too much of a softie.

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had?
Out for a Sunday drive, I once took a photo of an intriguing old abandoned house. When I got the film developed, weeks later, I looked at the picture and could swear there was a face in an upstairs window. That photo became the inspiration for my debut novel, a paranormal romance called The Winds of Autumn.

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would he/she tell?
She’d probably tell you that I’m just the teensiest bit obsessive/compulsive in my writing habits. For instance, when I hear a song that fits the tone and mood of one of my stories, I’ll listen to it over and over again until the project is finished.

You have to ask a fictional character out on a date—who would you ask and what would you do together?
I’d go horseback riding with Tom Booker.

 Where can readers find you on the web?
Readers are invited to visit my website at:



Excerpt from WHISPERS IN AUTUMN
Available March, 2010 from Black Lyon Publishing


In the bathroom, she slipped out of her dress and pulled on a nightgown. She washed her face, brushed her hair, and headed back to the living room, yawning. A night of driving and a day of festivity had finally caught up with her. Sleep would come easily this night.
           
            Crossing the room to pull the curtains closed, she froze when she saw a figure standing on the dock; a young girl in a black bathing suit. Her skin was milky white, her hair long and untamed. Dove pulled in a breath. Don't get involved...

            She closed her eyes, exhaled softly. When she opened them again, the girl was still there, regarding her pensively with her dark, shadowy eyes.

            Don’t...
           
            Ignoring her inner voice, Dove slid open the door and stepped outside. She stood without speaking, her gaze locked with that of the specter.

            You can see me? The girl finally asked.

            Yes.

            None of the others can.

            What do you want?

            I want ... I want you to tell him I'm sorry. Please?

            Who?

            She choked on a sob. My dad.

            Who are you?

            Silence fell like a thick, dark veil. The ghost drew closer. Shivering in her nightgown, Dove braced herself against a blast of frigid air, against the sheer, raw strength of the emotions that swirled like a cyclone inside the girl. Images exploded in her brain, one after another: a small girl splashing in the water, running with a jar of lightning bugs, riding piggyback high on a man's shoulders. She watched as each impression gave way to the next, as the pretty little girl became a lovely young woman. She saw her competing in a high school swim meet as a crowd of onlookers cheered, dancing in a lavender gown, a string of pearls around her pretty neck, riding a ten speed bike, her hair dancing in the wind. And then came a final, horrible image. A blood curdling scream as she plunged head first into the icy lake, her hands groping blindly in terror and confusion as the water closed in around her.

            Dove nearly buckled beneath the force of its fury as the specter fought to gain entry into her being. Summoning her inner strength, she steeled herself against the onslaught until she felt its energy begin to weaken. Its fervor lessened and then disappeared, leaving only a whispered breath of air in its wake.

            I'm Chelsea ...