Breakthrough

Since starting school, I’ve had little time to work on my personal writing (or breathe either, when it comes down to it), but my characters and novels are never far from my thoughts. I miss them. I’ve spent the last three years pouring my life into them and it feels like someone viciously stripped me of half myself.

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So it was no surprise when, on the way home from school the other day, I began to talk to my husband about a problem I’ve had with “Through This Darkness” for over a year.

I know the first chapter sucks. I’ve KNOWN the first chapter sucks. I was just hoping that someone would tell me how or give me some suggestions on it.

I’ve given a lot of people opportunity. I’ve handed out over 10 copies of my manuscript to friends and family. All the people who read it had something insightful to say, but most of them have said nothing. I waited for a while, but at this point some of them have had their copy for over a year. Now I just assume they hate it so much they’re afraid telling me will permanently damage our relationship.

This assumption has led me to pick, prod, cut, and cull my manuscript in a desperate search for flaws. Good news is I’ve found many. Good news is I’ve solved many. (Bad news is there is all these crappy copies of my manuscript floating around out there. I lose sleep over that…if you read this and you have one, please, just burn it.) The most glaring problem in my mind was still the first chapter, the hook, the thing that will make or break potential agents, publishers, and readers. With nothing else to go on, I figure the majority of the people I’ve given it too can’t even get past the crappiness of those first five pages to finish my story.

I’ve been whining and groaning about it to my husband for a while, just wishing someone who knew would help me see what I can’t. Last Monday, my husband turned to me during one of my rants.

Him: “What would happen if you just deleted the first chapter and started at chapter two.”

The space after he said these words was not as long as it felt. It felt like I had time to watch my entire universe explode and realign in perfect order. I said, very softly, “…sh*t…”

As the conversation developed, my husband and I came to the conclusion that this might be one of my hiccups as a writer, and why I struggle so much writing short stories; I just take too much time to set up a scene, instead of getting right into the action.

I’ve begun to comb through the chapter, searching for anything important I might need to squeak in later on. The rest of it *snaps fingers carelessly* gone! I’ve had to kill several chapters worth of darlings in this novel, but this? Nope, nuh-uh, sorry punk, ain’t gonna miss ya.

I’m hoping this change will not only be a huge leap forward for my novel, but my writing in general. And it’s all thanks to my brilliant, wise, patient, dearly beloved husband. I love you Buppy! ❤

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Crazy Summer 2016

This summer is going to be madness. I’m writing this post on the second day of June, and already I’m about to tear out my hair by the roots. Between doctor’s appointments, my brother’s wedding, and various other items under the vague category of “things,” Timothy and I have been running around like a horde of ants whose home was just squarshed by a massive foot.

Honestly, half of the madness might just be charged by emotion. These past three years have been hard. I’m still fighting through a lot in the depths of me, and what I really need is time with just Timothy and nobody else. I need time with MY family. OUR family. Just us.

I grab at that whenever I can. He referees soccer during the summer and fall, and I’ve been following him around toIMG_4129 all his games, just for the alone time in the car. Another plus is I’ve seen a lot of lovely New Jersey parks. One of them had one of the sweetest war memorial’s I’ve ever seen. It was understated, simplistic, and therefore twice as moving to walk through. And the sunsets! I’ve seen some of the most breathtaking sunsets from the passenger seat. Full palettes of color dropping over hills and mountains, and falling down along the highway as we drive home with his hand resting on my knee.

I’m looking forward to fall for multiple reasons. First being that the madness will be over. Second, I’ll be starting classes at William Paterson.

Being a the nerd that I am, I have already purchased two of my textbooks for fall. They both have bookmarks in them as I have also already begun to read them. I am hopeless.

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So, until fall, if I’m not around here or twitter or anywhere else but everywhere else, I’m going to be focusing my time on writing the needed edits for Through This Darkness and the rewrite of Immortal Bond. I don’t know how much time I’ll have for them come the beginning of classes, so I’m pushing hard to get as far as I can.

Lots to do in the next three months. Here’s hoping come September that I don’t find myself one fry short of a happy meal. *crosses fingers*

Already Taken

I loved the original idea I had for the title of my novel. Us. Just one word. Simple and direct. And then as I made extensive notes for possible sequels, I thought I could call call the second one We and the third They. I loved how the titles fit with the plots I’d created and how they were all matchy and pronouny. It made me smile.UsNovel

The problem is, that David Nicholls has also written a book by that title. He’s a widely read author, and it’s a widely read book. Now, I’ve seen double title’s out there, and it wouldn’t be as bad as me saying I wanted to call my book The Fault in Our Stars, but I was still cognizant of the fact that I was more or less setting myself up for second place.

At first I didn’t worry about it, reason being, I’d read in many places that if a publisher picks up a book, they often change the title themselves. I figured, since I was going to try the traditional publishing route, I’d just keep it as a working title and let them do what they do best on the other end. And if I ever decide to self publish, I’d deal or not deal with it at that juncture.

Some of the agents I’ve been sending queries to keep blogs on do’s and don’ts of query letters. I found two that specifically mentioned the title as being something they took into consideration when they received a query. They said it was, “like a first impression, and first impression’s stick. So make it count.” So I swallowed hard and started brainstorming for a new title.

Fact: I suck at coming up with titles for my novels.

Truly. Not even just my novels. My blog posts often have sucky titles. It’s just not something I do well. So when I started thinking I thought out loud with my husband. He’s a clever guy and as honest as they come. If he thinks it sucks, he just says so. So, during our hour plus trip to the grocery store, I walked beside him and shot lame title after lame title at him. He wrinkled up his nose and shook his head and shrugged at The Distance Between Us (Which is also taken), You and IOf Cyrano and RoxanneHold Onto Me, and The Space from You to I.

They all sucked.

One of the characters in my novel is a writer and he writes a book called Through the Darkness as part of the plot. I said to Tim, “What if I called it that?”

He said, “If you do then when your book is famous you can’t write that book and publish it under your character’s name.” I rolled my eyes and told him I would never do that regardless. I thought for another minute then said, “What if I called it Through This Darkness?”

That stuck. It makes sense with the story in general and has that extra nice tie in with that point of the plot. I liked it so much that by the time I got home I had already figured a way to rename the sequels to tie them together in a cute and matchy way.

So, until further notice, my novel is now called, Through This Darkness. And as far as Goodreads is concerned, it’s not already taken. 😉