Friday, April 30, 2010

Traveling In May

I'm writing out the new ending. It's late in the game and that makes me nervous--not the plot but my writing of it. So I have to move my schedule back. Yeah, frustration.

I guess I'm anxious to prove something to myself and tired of the effort. Yet, I will never stop. I suppose that's just another definition of insanity.

Anyway, I'm getting ready to spend most of May in the south, with Texas being my longest stay of the month. There will be no rest, but I'm not unhappy.

The end is awesome, or it will be once it's polished. Oh, and the query letter is coming along.

I will probably post some book reviews in June. Thinking of doing a two week set where every day is a different book...

There's always so much to do and so little time.


Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Random Beliefs and Advice

So I was thinking--dangerous habit, of course--and I decided to make a blog post of it. Here are some random things I believe...

1. Celebrities are like disreputable unicorns.

Everyone wants to see a celebrity, to know one, etc. But most everyone knows they are flawed. And if you didn't know, once you do come across one of these rare creatures, you can certainly see it for yourself by a little exposure.

So to my mind, this is what celebrities are best compared to. It makes me laugh.

However, the same rules still apply. Moving on to my next belief then...

2. If you know any celebrities, you keep it a secret.

Even a disreputable unicorn must not be spoken of or they'll go away. And I, for one, like being able to find them when I need to.

My advice to anyone who is new to the game and knows very little about connections--keep quiet. Use them only when you absolutely have to...and I mean last resort. No one likes to have a favor called in or to be called upon.

Moving on from individuals to the general public…

3. To be a celebrity is to trade privacy for publicity, but this contract does not take away their rights as human beings.

Anyone entering into the entertainment industry signs an invisible contract that trades their privacy for potential publicity. Nothing is fair in life, and you are a fool if you do not understand all of this going in. I have no pity for people being followed around by cameras. If they want out, quit, and it will fizzle away--I've seen proof.

On the other hand, celebrities are human and have rights. No one needs to be in their house, taking pictures of them in the bathroom, etc. I consider these basic rights and common decency. But if you walk around naked outside or don't buy curtains, well, that's your problem.

4. Published writers of fiction should not publicly speak of their political views.

It seems wrong to me to use whatever influence you have outside of your realm. How do you know you're right or wrong? Pushing people towards a certain way to govern themselves, basically, or toward a politician who will run their lives, is an act of great responsibility.

Who are we as novelist to dabble in politics? What trouble might we inadvertently cause?

If you are a political writer, that's something else. You know what you are getting into from the start. But for anyone published in fiction to intentionally push politics seems unwise to me.

I understand writing to be controversial and all of that. What makes me uneasy is the intent and the uncertainty of the result. My advice, for what it's worth, is to be aware of that uncertainty if you are carrying political intent around.

Oh, and if you think you are being subtle with politics in your plot or your statements online--it's NEVER subtle.

5. Determination and personality are key to publication.

Recently, I've seen some books be picked up from submissions that truly deserved it, and some that shocked me--in a "why?" way. They all have two things in common...the authors have determination and personality in abundance. They established a presence online, in their own little nooks. For a few years now, they've been around.

So, I thought about it. I have the determination. My personality still needs work. I'll get there, though.

6. People should be more aware.

The more aware you are of what is going on around you, the greater your chances of survival. It’s quite simple. In life, in publishing, it is a principle that transcends.


Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Sarah Wylie's Contest

In celebration of the sale and soon-to-be-published status of her book "All These Lives," Sarah Wylie is having a great contest for writers. Among the prizes are a lunch date with The Query Shark and Suzie Townsend.

Check it out:


Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Cocktail Party Prank

The cocktail party is going great. Until...

Some dude brings up Japanese Cinema. And this Chick turns to John O'Lasseter to say, "I never could get into the whole Miyazaki thing."

Well, O'Lasseter's jaw drops, allowing his drink to run out of his mouth and down his shirt. His assistant quickly helps him clean up. The rest of the group is pale and still.

"What?" Chick says, in all seriousness. Or so they think.

His righteous flames of fury grow more intense as an intern chuckles behind him. "Miya--" O'Lasseter begins, only to be interrupted.

"--I didn't know you watched his sh*t Mr. Lasseter." Her voice seems to silence the whole room.

A purple O'Lasseter opens his mouth to speak or yell, roughly handing his drink off to his assistant.

But she's too quick. Just before she turns on her stilettos and heads for the Ladies' Room, she leaves everyone with an ironically airy, "I've gotta take a dump."

John starts to cough, his eyes bulging in his head as she passes from sight.

They say she never came out of the bathroom. An intern who went in looking for her a half hour later still says she just disappeared. And like White House visitors, no one really took note of who the extra guest happened to be.

So to this day nobody knows who took a dump on John O'Lasseter and got away with it.

I wonder if this joke/prank has ever actually happened to someone.

Note: For the record, I love the works of Hayao Miyazaki. I just thought I should clarify that. Oh, and "Ponyo" rocks!

Saturday, April 3, 2010


In the last light I reclaimed my memories. I am redeemed.

My Love, I see you. See me in the time I was not lost. We are together then. And we will be the same when the shining overcomes the dark of your eyes.

Feel the truth in these words with each breath you take. Read them aloud once and let each syllable pour from your mouth like blood from a self-inflicted wound. Weep. Be born again in our love and do not grieve me long. I never could conscience your suffering.

Let our bond wash away the pain. Hold still and feel my warmth trying to ease your heart. There are no barriers mortality can raise between you and I. Allow me to fill your soul with all of the radiance in mine.

Remember…we are already one. Together. Eternally.

Just close your eyes and breathe for both of us.


Note: I very recently wrote this little piece with the idea of lovers in mind. Two who had been separated by Alzheimer's disease for awhile--but were never really separated at all. My offering, so to speak.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Saving Kevin Costner

My sister and I think I might be able to save Kevin Costner one day.

Cue laughter.

Oh, but we do! In fact, we have it all worked out. All I have to do is walk up to him, shake his hand, and say, “That’ll do, Kev. That’ll do.” Then I turn and calmly walk away, never to have contact with him again.

After that we’re quite sure his career will take a dramatic turn for the better. People will quit screwing him over. The sun will come out and the muses will smile down upon him. Heck, he might even win a slew of Academy Awards!

Yep, we have it all worked out. Only, the logic behind our plan is a drawn out process that may never see completion. Very complicated, I have to say.

You see, sometimes we sit around and plot how we would make the world better with these elaborate plans that end in the tiniest of gestures. They make us laugh. I like to see my sister happy.

And who knows? Maybe Kevin Costner will shake my hand one day and end up on the winning side of life once again. If the day comes, I hope there are witnesses so I can come back to this post and giggle some more. More than anything, I want my sister by my side so she can share in the moment.

That’ll do, Kev. That’ll do.