New Toy! New Toy!

I may be ridiculously easy to please, but there's a new toy a family member introduced me to and I swear I could spend hours playing with it. Be warned, if you are a logophile, you need to make sure you have nothing else you have to be doing for the next hour before you follow this link to Wordle.net.

Here a couple of examples from my delicious links and my blog. Have fun!!!

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Thoughts on Gratitude

Finn: Grateful for a Good Nap
Hi folks. I’ve let the blog languish for the usual couple of weeks without any new posts, which is becoming a trend. I’m a person that has to ruminate on a thought for a great amount of time before I’m ready to put it out for the rest of the world, so that kind of explains it. And of course the other reason I haven’t posted anything in so long is because I’m just constantly, inevitably, overwhelmingly busy. Maybe if I was faster and could run more than 12 or so miles in two hours, I’d have more time write. I’ll work on that.
There’s a little topic that’s been whirling around my brain for about the last three months, and I think it’s finally time to let it out. That topic is a simple emotion that many of us often feel, but maybe you, like me, have a hard time knowing how to express it. That feeling is gratitude. Make that Gratitude, with a capital G.
I admit that when Mr. Universally Talented proposed the idea of moving to Boulder a little over a year ago that I was both reticent and skeptical of the idea. Eugene is / was home, is / was comfortable, and is / was rather dull (after almost twenty years). The idea of moving to a new place, with a reputation such as Boulder has, was hard to swallow due to the myriad unknowns. Where would we live? What would job prospects look like? How would we adjust with the leaving behind of so many friends? You know, just those little things.
But I have to say, moving here has been like stepping through a doorway into a party where you’re the guest of honor. I have met some of the most warm and caring people in the world, been welcomed by some truly amazing opportunities, and yes, even have had some of the most gratifying writing experiences a girl could wish for. In the eleven months since moving to Boulder, I’ve gone from having one finished novel, to two, and from being an unpublished writer, to a published one. This has been a dream of mine for years, and it’s finally come true. It has been absolutely grand.
For all of these things, I am utterly grateful. There is something particularly sweet about jumping off a ledge, giving up all comforts and stability, and letting the universe decide whether to let you fall or to catch you. When it catches you, it makes you realize how very, very lucky and privileged you are. And it also makes you want to share what it’s like to feel that good.
If gratitude were a color it would be mint green. If it were a flavor it would be praline ice cream. If it were a smell, it would be peaty Islay scotch. It’s one of those emotions that is totally freeing, that makes you feel as if you could run a marathon with winged feet and carry everyone you love along with you. Gratitude is encompassing, warm, sweet and wonderful. It is a joy so compelling that you want to spread it around and do good things for others so they can experience the same happiness. Gratitude is something to share.
So, forgive the sappy post, but I wanted to let everyone know what’s been going on out here in these yonder parts. I hope that maybe sharing some of my good news will be an invitation to everyone to share some of their own. Tell me about the good things in your lives, from joys experienced with friends and loved ones, to even the simple comforts, like chocolate and a tasty bottle of wine.
Speaking of chocolate and wine--I think it's time for some Lindt Chili Chocolate bar (which really compliments a good Merlot).
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The Blood in an Author's Veins is Made of Stories

94 - Fish On A Bicycle by Daren Greenhow
For many people, storytelling is in the blood, part of the chemical/biological composition that keeps us going, the mental and emotional lubricant of our beings. It must have something to do with the fact that homo sapiens have the most advanced vocal chords of any mammal, and have used the verbal medium for tens of thousands of years to communicate. So we can't help it if we like to spin things a little, turn a typical recounting of chasing a gazelle across the prairie into an epic adventure filled with man-eating tigers and aliens from another world (as opposed to the ones from the next savanna over, but that's another issue).
I bring this up because I've always had a love for storytelling, and have been guilty myself of exaggerating a tiny, tiny bit on occasion (unbelievable, I know). But no matter how amazing a person's imagination, the seed of a story often comes from things we've done, heard, or seen in our day to day lives. For some, these moments of awareness of the outside world--which for many writers are an epic feat in themselves as we tend to be very trapped in our own minds most of the time--turn into a romantic story of love found; for others, they become horrific tales of demons and zombies; and for yet others they become the genesis of an inter-galactic tome that millions of words can't even fully describe (I'm thinking of you, Peter Hamilton).
One of the best ways to gather fodder for new stories is just to listen to others tell you theirs. This is one of the reasons I love Couchsurfing.org so much. Couchsurfing is a social networking site where you can offer your couch or spare bedroom to complete strangers who are traveling to your area, or look for folks who are willing to offer you theirs when you're on the road. It's an amazing community and a fantastic way to get to know people from all over the world. If you're like me and hate motels, it's the best way to travel. All of the Couchsurfers I've met, from as far as New Zealand and Germany, have become almost like extended family to me, and I love them all dearly.
Here at Casa Salyer, we had a couple of surfers this week from Indiana who were a real delight. Even though I've lived on the four points and dead center of America (born in Kansas, and moved around from North Carolina, to Texas, to Alaska, to Oregon, and now in Colorado), I have never experienced much between the Smokies and western Kansas. Now I know what I'm missing. Spending just a few hours talking with people from a completely different paradigm, generation, and life experience is like being gifted with a huge gulp from the chalice of wonder. It's a liberation of sorts, and helps one realize how easy it is to get caught up in our own predictable trajectory. Then reminds us what a joy it is to let others tweak our frame of reference enough to get an entirely knew perspective on life.
That's all a verbalicious way of saying: isn't it awesome to meet new people and hear new stories? As I said, we authors thrive on stories the way fish thrive on bicycles, er, water (sorry Ms. Steinem). My challenge to others this week is to do something that makes you step outside your usual pattern, maybe something that takes a little risk or makes you a little uncomfortable. Notice what kinds of inspiration and new ideas it generates. It's really quite a special experience.
(Thanks to Matt Robinson for use of the Fish on the Bicycle.)

The Magic of Mentors

My Sunday morning post-coffee consciousness is starting to kick in, and I’m very happy to say that my latest story came out last week. It’s called A Brigand’s Lament and is published in The Battered Suitcase magazine, which is a classy little collection of pages, I must say (not because my story is in it, but because it really is classy).

This story is especially meaningful to me because it actually first came to my head over five years ago. Here’s a little story about the story. In December of 2005, one day I sat down write a science fiction / action-adventure novel. I didn’t know at the time it would be a novel, nor did I know how much agony, suffering, and torture writing a book would be. After about three months of banging away at the keyboard, it occurred to me that I might need to get a little professional help. No, not of the psychological kind (though that can’t be totally ruled out), but of the creative writing kind. You see, I’d hit a wall—the wall referred to as writer’s block.

I couldn’t believe it. I thought writer’s block was a myth or some kind of excuse. But it was very real and tangible. So, I did some research and found a great online writing class taught through The Writer's Studio. My instructor was Bill Eville, an amazing and talented person who helped me grow as a writer in leaps and bounds. If you ever need a writing class, I absolutely recommend the Writer’s Studio. Their format and design are superb and so much fun.

Anyway, each week Bill had the class doing exercises where we’d read a short piece by a professional author and attempt to emulate their voice within a page or two of our own writing. It was through this exercise that A Brigand’s Lament was born. It was one of the first things I had written where I brushed all inhibition aside and went wild. And it was an incredible experience! Writing that little snippet was such a joy, and it helped my confidence immensely that the rest of the class (we critiqued each other’s work) liked it too.

The class went on and many exercises followed. The story went into the on-hold file of my computer (that was three laptops ago, wow!) and languished with the rest of my mental orphans. Then about five months ago I decided to brush it off and see what I could do with it. Lo and behold, it still tickled me, and after a few drafts, turned into a wicked little tale. And though I really like the story, I never expected to be able to find a home for it. Imagine my excitement when The Battered Suitcase liked it!

It’s experiences like this one that make it clear how much good it can do an author to have someone in their court who is encouraging and knows how to help you find your own voice. Bill Eville did that for me. He had the ability to drill right to the element that wasn’t working in a story and show you exactly why, and his comments were always so focused and concise that you couldn’t help but become a better writer. What a gift.

As an epilogue, Bill and the help of the class did what I didn’t think was possible: evaporate the writer's block. Now, two and half novels later, I’ve never experienced that kind of writer’s block again and love the craft of writing more every day.

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It’s been an intensely busy couple of weeks...

...but I wanted to jump in here with a quickie post and let you know what’s goin’ on.First of all, last week started with a rather spiraling meltdown after first hearing about Mike Pence of the US House of Representatives and his budget proposal  to cut all federal funding for Planned Parenthood, furthered by the disbelief and disgust that they actually passed it. What the hell is wrong with those people? Let me get this straight: they’re anti-choice, but they also want to ensure people lose vital access to contraceptives? WTF? How is that logical?Of course, it isn’t. It’s ideology. Simple and stupid. Proves that politicians don’t give a flying eff at a rolling donut about people, and furthermore, they have a deeply socially ingrained undervaluing (even outright hate) for women and will continually pass laws or create limitations on a woman’s full rights, including to her own body. Kinda reminds me of another group of ideologists from last century who imposed birthing laws on women so they could contribute more babies to the Nation. Yeah, you know whom I mean. Here's what I think of you Boner (uh, Boehner), Pence and the rest of the mysoginistic House Republicans.

The Dollar Says Fuck You

So anyway, that happened.On a more positive and personal note (although I don’t know what could be more personal than a bunch of rich white dudes trying to tell me what I can or cannot do with my body), I’ve been banging out a ton of final edits on my first novel, Contract of Defiance, with the help of some of my magnificent friends. I am so indebted to the many people who’ve sat down and put some real time and thought into this little book of mine, offered advice and suggestions, and have just been incredibly supportive. (You know who you are, and yes, your names will be in my acknowledgments page. I wish I could do more.) They say writing is a solitary endeavor, but my experience with it has been one of utmost support and sharing.I’m also thirty pages from completing the second draft revisions to my second novel, Contract of Betrayal. Editing, editing, and more editing! Whooo!The road to self-publishing is being derailed for now thanks to another old friend of mine who sent me information on a scifi / fantasy novel contest happening at Del Rey Spectra. I’m going to enter and am really excited it about it. I also discovered through some authors who write in a similar genre to mine that Penguin has an imprint press that will accept unsolicited manuscripts, so I think I’ll give that a go too. As you can see, lots of publishing paths ahead.If you’d like a little more background on the Planned Parenthood issue and / or would like to support them by urging the Senate to burn that budget amendment in the hottest hellfire it can find, check out these links.

(Thanks for the image use, Cain and Todd Benson).
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The Road to Self-Publishing (series, 3)

Here's the latest installment of Mr. UT's work on developing my book cover. He's been a little slack on the production line this week. Maybe I'm not paying him enough...To continue my rambling thoughts about some of the reasons given against authors self-publishing their work, let me pick up the thread from point B.As a reminder, the three biggest reasons I hear are, A) there's an endemic belief that if your book was not successful enough to get offered representation by an agent, it just wasn't that good, B) if you self-publish, publishing houses won't take you seriously later on, and C) you won't make as much money self-pubbing as going the traditional route.I can't remember the sources from which I've heard the strange notion that a publishing house (or agent) will automatically disregard your work if they know you self-published something. The obvious would be, if you self-published something AND it was reviewed by myriads of people who thought it was horrid, well yeah, that specific piece of work will never be taken seriously. Not because it was self-published, but because it wasn't any good.A bad self-published book should not be conflated with the idea of self-publishing in general. Because if you put a book out on your own and it's read and highly regarded by these myriads, any publisher or agent with even the tiniest inkling of succeeding in business will snap you up in a second. If your work has proven itself, of course it will be taken seriously. When people know something is good they'll want it, if they know it's bad, they won't, simple as that.The idea that self-published books aren't "real" books comes from the old publishing model of the vanity press where many people just wanted to see their own work in print and would pay to do it. They put a lot of money into creating a few dozen, or hundred copies, and passed them out among friends, family, and in some cases, potential markets. The reality was that many of these authors really weren't  "serious" about becoming a success (where success is defined in terms of the works broad exposure and money-making potential) so much of their work didn't have the professional polish of a market-minded author. In those days, it may have been more valid for publishers to think self-published authors would not make the best gamble for the simple reason that many of these authors weren't willing or interested in putting in the "miles" to be the kind of author that has hundreds of copies of their books sitting on bookstore shelves nationwide.But the model has changed.Self-published authors are still composed of the type listed above, but there are many, many others who are hardworking, talented, and willing to put in those necessary miles to achieve success (as defined above). And, here's the kicker, the publishing monopolies are no longer the gatekeepers who get to decide who's books are worthy of being exposed to the world.Self-published authors have changed from being the old model of hopeful writer just looking for any chance to get their foot in the door. Self-published authors in current times realize there is NO door. Readers are out there, and readers are willing to put their money down to get a chance to read the books that most appeal to them, especially if they're cheap and easy to come by. The exact qualities of an e-book. Self-published authors are now taking it upon themselves to provide these without accepting the limitations of overworked, under-capitalized publishing houses. It's a win-win for the author and the reader, and of course, these are the two most important players in the literary world. Or they should be. And with the digital mediums now available and the easy of distributing this type of book, it is finally feasible for authors to be their own publisher.For a more thoughtful discussion of how the cream will rise to the top, thus saving readers the headache of sifting through lots of bad works before finding the good works, read JA Konrath's blog post on this subject.Despite how easy it now is to self-publish a book, it's still obviously important that a writer's work is good. If it is and you put your book out on your own and do the work necessary to get it noticed, it will be a success. And publishers take success seriously.

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The Road to Self-Publishing (series, 2)

I have a really fantastic artist, who we'll affectionately refer to as Mr. Universally Talented (or maybe just Mr. UT), working on my book cover. Here's the first sketch he busted out, just a quick and rough (I'm referring to the sketch here). Can you guess the theme of the book?

Yesterday I began a discussion of opinions surrounding the idea of self-publishing and outlined three points that are often given by those in the industry for not doing it. These were: A) there's an endemic belief that if your book was not successful enough to get offered representation by an agent, it just wasn't that good, B) if you self-publish, publishing houses won't take you seriously later on, and C) you won't make as much money self-pubbing as going the traditional route.

To quote one of my favorite movie characters, allow me to retort.

Firstly, I'd like to point out that any literary agent you talk to will freely admit that they pass on representation of a lot of good projects because the market audience is too nebulous, too niche, or just not there at the present time to make the book lucrative. In terms of making money, creative writing is so much more complicated than simply pouring all the shiny and dark bits of your soul onto paper and blowing others' minds away with how brilliant and twisted one is. When it comes to being a "successful", i.e., money-making author, you gotta have someone willing to pay you to bare your complicated soul. And literary agents are much like weathermen when it comes to finding those people; sometimes there just aren't enough people who like tornadoes and rain. OK, am I trying to hard with this metaphor? Yeah, probably, let me get back on track.

The point is, the first argument against self-publishing, that agents will think your books aren't that good if you self-publish, is a fallacy. It may be a magnificent book, they just couldn't think of a way to market it. And agents will tell you that.

Let's think about what that means for a second. Who is this elusive market? What do they want? Why would they prefer a book by Stephen King or Neil Gaiman over yours (or whoever your own work most closely resembles)? The answer may be a little bit creepier than you thought.

It's the publishing industry itself which decides what the public will read. They decide what to sell and how to sell it to make it seem like just what you want. The actual words on the page are really only half the reason you buy a book. The other reasons are simple things like, the cover looked interesting, you've read other stuff by that author that you liked, you saw the movie and it seemed pretty good, it was right there at the grocery checkout so you figured you'd pick it up, etc.

The cover: created by the publisher to do exactly what it did, make you look twice, maybe buy the book.

You like the author: and the publishers know it, hence paying that author to write more books (Note: I'm not slighting authors here, they've worked damn hard to write a good book and deserve the credit).

The movies seemed good: like books, the movie industry funnels a ton of money into making a movie a success so they follow the model of "what's worked before will work again" (which is why so few movies seem new and fresh; they're frequently just the same storyline with new characters, new costumes, and different locations).

Etc.

Are you seeing a theme here? Whatever the publishers put the most money into is what sells the most. It's what people think about when they think of a good book (or movie) because those books are what have had the most backing and exposure. But the simple truth is, there are gads of wonderful writers in the world whose books would be loved by many, but there simply isn't enough money in the publishing world to support them all. If you think about it, if publishers put equal attention and equal money behind every project, they'd actually be competing with themselves. Nothing would get the hyper-exposure that big name authors do and...well...and what? Would sales go down? I bet no one really knows.

The gist of this is all to say that the publishing houses spoon feed us what we will read and self-publishing is very much the DIY punk mentality of saying, "f**k that, I'll make it on my own and not sell out to your narrow-minded, conformist, soul-crushing demands."

That's a thought, anyway. Viva La Revolution, right? But don't just take my word for it. Read Jim Munroe's thoughts, he's been in the business for awhile.

Tune it later this week and I'll address point B. In the meantime, what are your thoughts on the media monopoly?

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The Road to Self-Publishing (series, 1)

Lately, I've been bandying around the idea of self-publishing my first novel. It's been a work in progress for almost five years now and I'm at the point where I believe that the characters, the world, and the verve within me to keep supporting the book has come to a near close. Don't get me wrong, I love the book. In fact, I'm sure many new novelists feel about their books the way new parents feel about their kids: protective, supportive, nurturing, and pretty damn certain that there's is the most wonderful kid that ever walked the earth (I'm not ego-centric enough to believe that last about this novel, but I do think it's good).

As you may have guessed, there's a very serious debate in the publishing world regarding this move. Really quickly, the "success" model is: write the best book you can, find an established agent to represent it to major publishers, then sign a contract with same for a decent advance and a the big house's commitment to market the book so you'll make more money. Sounds like a pretty direct route right? Ahem, let me enlighten you.

First of all, the mainstream publishing world is in the eye of a maelstrom that combines damages from their short-sightedness, a bad economy, and a public's growing interest in the quick and cheap promises of ebooks. All these things have left the mainstream world reeling and limited their ability to financially support a good crop of mid-list authors. To be a success in the current model, you have to already be a success. In other words, as a genre writer, you really need to be a package deal with an established readership and good track record of sales before they'll really start to consider your book. No matter HOW good it is. Now, of course, this is a generalization, but the overall idea has been confirmed by many, many channels in the literary world.

Publisher's just can't afford to pay for maybes anymore, and maybes are all a new author can bring to the table. If you pick apart that idea, you start to see the Catch-22. You have to BE a success before given a chance to BECOME a success. Come again? Yeah, how's that for a crap deal?

There are authors, agents and publishers who say that self-publishing is a bad idea because, A) there's an endemic belief that if your book was not successful enough to get offered representation by an agent, it just wasn't that good, B) if you self-publish, publishing houses won't take you seriously later on, and C) you won't make as much money self-pubbing as going the traditional route.

Tomorrow, I'll follow up on those three ideas and share my thoughts on why they just aren't altogether true.

What about the rest of my writer buddies? Any thoughts or ideas on this subject?

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You Can Be Your Own Hero

Hey Everyone. Do me a favor and promise you won't tell Outside Magazine this, but around three years ago, someone gave Jer and a I a year's subscription to the mag as a gift. Somehow, we ended up getting a double-subscription, don't ask me how. Now, three years later, they've finally gotten around to reducing our subscription to just one per month, but we're still getting the magazine. I think somewhere in there we resubscribed during a deal they were doing, one year for $5, but otherwise, we're apparently permanent honorary members of their subscriber's club. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite happy about it. And you can't beat the subscription price, right? Basically, about 10 cents an issue. Not bad, huh?Anyway, that's not really what this post is about. It's actually about things that are inspiring and make a person realize that no matter how rough it may seem like things are, or how many obstacles you may have to achieving your dreams, there really is no obstacle more inhibiting than your own personal willingness to believe you can't do it. I know that, as an amateur author, I often come up with excuses for everything from why I don't have enough time to write, why I'm not writing as well as I want, laments about having access to the publishing industry or contacts that will help me launch my career, etc. etc. ad nauseum. But really folks, the only thing that's holding me back is me.Occasionally you read a story or meet a person that makes you realize that you can achieve your dreams no matter what obstacles you think are holding your back. A roadblock is just that, a block on a road. And roads are only one of a million ways to get to where you're headed.Okay, so you're probably asking what that has to do with Outside Magazine. Let me explain. Their November issue included a story about a man named Kevin Michael Connolly who's just over 20 years old, is a champion skier from Montana, and has traveled around the world on his own multiple times taking photographs. His work appears in a number of national galleries.So what, you may be asking. Traveling isn't a big deal and anyone can take pictures. But Kevin is extraordinary because he was born with no legs. He's done more in his short life with only half the mobility (and half the body) that most of us have. This is a guy who really knows what a roadblock is, and how to maneuver around them. On a skateboard.So, if you've got a dream or a goal that you want to achieve, I recommend thinking about what you perceive your roadblocks to be, and then thinking about Mr. Kevin Michael Connolly.[vimeo http://www.vimeo.com/6934037 w=400&h=225]Double Take Trailer from Kevin Michael Connolly on Vimeo.

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What's Your Story?

Where the magic (er, suffering) happens

As a fledgling writer, one of the things I continually wonder is in which genre I should be writing. I'm not sure how many other writers ask themselves this, but I've read in a number of places that its best to hone your craft to as close to perfection as you can in one genre first. Many new publishers and agents begin to think of you as "that" kind of writer, and if you throw something new at them early in your career their enthusiasm may wane or be non-existent, or they may simply not represent this new type of story and have no idea how to help you get it published or promoted. If you have a good relationship with your agent, and you've gone through the monumental effort of landing one that believes in you, it's very daunting to have to think about starting that search again for someone new who will believe in this other type of work.All that being said, I have a really hard time limiting myself. I enjoy coming up with people and situations that range from blood-and-guts military stories, to surrealist never-could-have-been mythologies, to gritty zombie and horror, to paranormal. I guess the one thing my stories all have in common is that they are only loosely based on plausible reality, which is just fine by me.The benefit, I realize, is that I am a fledgling writer, and therefore free to write in anything and everything. I'm still so new at the craft that I have carte blanche to play fast and loose with all the genres I want. Goody for me.One of the things I ponder when trying to decide on whether to solo genre or not to solo genre is what kind of stories do I most like to read? The theory being, if you love to read, you'll love to write it, right? Problem is, my reading tastes are just as wide and varied, more so even, as my writing tastes. In the last year, I've probably read forty or fifty books (not nearly the number I wish I had, but there's only so much time in a day), and when I think about the ones that have stuck with me the most, the really curious thing is that they are not necessarily the ones I enjoyed the most. Sometimes the story isn't as compelling as the writing, or vice versa, and those separate, but necessarily integrated, elements stay with you long past the memory of what the story was about or who the characters were. The top five books I've read in the last year that still rattle around my head, regardless of how much I enjoyed the story, are: Jim Butcher's Storm Front, Neal Stephenson's Snowcrash, Garth Stein's The Art of Racing in the Rain, Patrick Lee's The Breach, and J.J. Connolly's Layer Cake. What do all those books have in common? Uh, they're all written in English? Otherwise, they're as different as different can be. The point of this rambling paragraph is just to say, I think, that good writing will out no matter what the story is about, which maybe helps support the idea that sticking with one genre in both what you choose to read and what you choose to write is quite simply a bad, self-limiting, idea.If the words and the story are there, use them, I say.What do the rest of my writer buddies think?

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Nature vs Nurture

I've been doing a lot of research on the Arctic, the animals and the people, for this NaNoWriMo novel I'm writing and happened upon the stunning photography by National Geographic artist Paul Nicklen. He Has this story about a leopard seal to share on YouTube that is just so amazing, I wanted to pass it on.Here is a website showcasing many of his gorgeous photographs. http://www.paulnicklen.com/

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Where Have I Been?

Hey Folks. Sorry there have been no postings lately. I have been REE-DIC-U-LOUSLY busy. Doing National Novel Writing Month, better known as NaNoWriMo, so putting out 2-3000 words into a new novel per day. Which is a lot, in case you were wondering. The goal, of course, is to have an entire novel written within a month. Eek!!!! Anyway, I'm excited about this one--been thinking about it for several months. It's got wolves, Vikings, Inuits, struggling grad students, murder, ghosts, demonic possession. So, you know, kinda bland and boring.Also, I'm applying for an MBA program and building my first website. And then I got hooked on the series Lost, and there's still Castle, and Jon Stewart has been more irresistible than usual lately. Plus there's all the research to do for the novel. Whoa! Where does the time go?If you have time for a good movie, I recommend Dorian Gray, based on Oscar Wilde's novel. Really good Victorian England pathos film with monsters (or are they only human?).Oh yeah, and also, check out The Fast Runner. The first film every made entirely in the Inuit language, Inuktitut, and based on an ancient Inuit myth. Quite a fascinating and spell-binding glimpse into life in the Arctic and this lovely culture.

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Book Review: Mystic River by Dennis Lehane

Have you ever picked up a volume of something, whether a novel, a historical study, even a cookbook, and after reading just a few words became so wrapped up in it that the rest of the world completely disappeared? OK, maybe this doesn't happen much with cookbooks, unless you're a chef and cooking is your thing. As a dedicated reader, I have sunk my fangs into untold books and have become very good at spotting something that will turn my knob within the first few paragraphs. And I'm definitely not the kind of person who will force myself to sit through an entire story, ten or so hours of my life, if those first sentences don't do it for me. There are so many wonderful books out there, there's no reason to make them wait on the less wonderful books (and by less wonderful, I just mean the ones that don't work for me personally, it doesn't necessarily mean there's anything wrong with the writing).Mystic River is one of those books that stripped the outside world away and made me want to stay on the couch until I'd read the entire 500 or so pages. A lot of you probably saw the movie by the same name starring Sean Penn, Tim Robbins, and Kevin Bacon that won quite a number of awards a few years ago, and deservedly so. When I saw the movie, I was quite moved by the entire story. The plot, the dramatic turns, and the heartwrenching emotional impact of it all was profound. It seemed that if a movie, which is often a poorly modified version of the original story when coming from a book, could be so well done, the book must be an amazing piece of work. And in the case of Mystic River, that's true times ten.Dennis Lehane has drawn the three main characters and all of his supporting characters with a pen made of part gold and part brilliance. It's not often that I read a book where at least at some point I feel like the author has to resort to at least a little bit of a laundry list to get across all the character details s/he wants. Not so with Mystic River. The story Lehane tells is so viscerally and subtly powerful that it's almost as if you're there, not reading about these people and the tragedy that befalls them, but witnessing it, a passer-by on the sidewalk.For those who don't know, here's just a quick synopsis of the story. In the mid-seventies, three boys, Sean Devine, Jimmy Marcus, and Dave Boyle are just typical kids growing up in a blue collar neighborhood in Boston. One day, Dave is abducted and sexually abused for four days by unknown men. When he escapes, his life and the lives of his friends are forever changed.They grow up and fulfill what could be argued are sadly unavoidable twists of destiny: Sean becoming a State Trooper, Jimmy becoming a criminal, and Dave living a marginal blue collar life. They lose touch with each other beyond an occasional nod in a neighborhood bar, but their lives come into collision again when Jimmy's oldest daughter is found brutally killed the night before she planned to elope with her boyfriend. Sean is assigned to the case and Jimmy makes it clear that Sean either finds the killer soon, or he will. Jimmy's wife is cousins with Dave's wife, and they begin to grow close again as Dave and Celeste help Jimmy and Annabeth work through their grief.The cruel twist of fate, however, is this question: on the night Jimmy's daughter is killed, Dave returns home covered in blood with no strong alibi for what happened. He admits to having seen Katie, Jimmy's daughter, minutes before she died, but claims not to know what became of her. Is Dave lying? Did he kill Katie?The story uncovers the deepest secrets of the human heart and studies what it is that makes a person do what they do. It asks the questions of whether or not fate can be challenged, and how, and if there's any way to avoid your own. It's a beautifully written novel and I highly recommend it.Dennis Lehane has a new book out now called Moonlight Mile. I picked it up at the grocery store and read the first couple of pages yesterday--I could tell right away that it's going to be just as fantastic. He's also the author of Shutter Island, and many others.

If at First You Don't Succeed

My preferred method for prepping for a jump. Ft. Benning, 1996.

There's a saying in skydiving that goes, "If it first you don't succeed, skydiving isn't for you."Fortunately, I was successful on my first jump, and all those that followed (with a few minor injuries and close calls, but those are other stories), and I'm extremely glad to find that that streak of luck has carried through to some of my other ventures. Most of you already know that I won a writing contest for my first novel, but the thing that is really extraordinary to me is that, not only was it my first novel, but also the first writing contest I've entered. There was this short story that I wrote in 2nd grade and won a contest for, but the difference is I didn't even know it would be in a contest, so...I guess that means my first timer's success still holds true.But the thing that I really want to talk about is something totally different. While this was one of the best weekends of my life, there is an altogether more subtle event that contributed to how terrific it was. And that, dear readers, is the success of overcoming my biggest fear.When I was in the army, I was on a few jumps where I started to get a little nervous. I don't know why, we were only jumping WWII-design chutes at 500 feet above the deck in the middle of the night with 100 lbs of gear hanging from us. Nothing to worry about there--especially if you didn't know that it takes 250 feet for a reserve to fully deploy once pulled, and you usually don't realize you need to pull it until you've already fallen 300-500 feet. You can do the math.So, yeah, sometimes I started to get a little worried, just a little wet on the palms with the sense that if I didn't blink, my eyes would soon dry out. But I didn't want to blink because things could really go wrong in that short span of time and I needed to be prepared for anything. That gut-churning worry that things are about to terribly, irrevocably wrong.Then something really strange would happen.I'd look around at the other 60-100 GIs with me and realize that I wasn't nearly as scared as about half of them. I once had my own company commander throw up right in front of me and every jumper had to walk around that on their way out the door. This was supposed to be a hard core guy. When I got a good look at that fear in others, a strange and monumentally welcome sense of calm would overcome me. I'd get that zen feeling that whatever was going to happen was just going to happen, and being ready to jump out of my skin at the sight of the little red light over the door turning green would do nothing to change that. It was kind of that hippy "go with the flow" sensation, and I would get completely chill. Almost relaxed. This bizarre psychological reaction got me through some very tense moments.And that's what happened to me this weekend. The biggest fear I've ever had was having to confront a real-life literary agent and try to sell my book. It's so counter to my every fiber to talk about my writing--to baer my soul, in a manner of speaking. But at the conference, I did it.Imagine if you will, hundreds of writers all convened in a swanky hotel, all with words that have poured from their subconscious in a relentless, uncontrollable flow, all eager to be recognized for their unique brilliance and have their talent validated. Now imagine the most introverted, self-conscious, retiring person you know. Overlay them onto this eager writer, and you have the bulk of people that attend writing conferences. We are a quiet lot, but an intense lot.Then take me: a total basket-case, spending hours and hours trying to write a pitch that will be, if not be the most exciting thing an agent has ever heard, at least have enough pauses for breathing when recited that I won't pass out for lack of oxygen. Then imagine me realizing, 40 minutes before the pitch, that it's all wrong, that it's completely inane and bland, and that I must start over. Imagine, if you will, trying to force yourself to do the thing that you would sooner throw yourself into a burning cauldron of oil than do. Then imagine yourself doing it.But the skydiving thing happened. Ten minutes before my appointment, I joined another group of new authors about to do the same thing in the waiting room. You want to talk about a bundle of nerves; many of my fellows were like OJ Simpson right before the jury came back. Shaking legs, clenched jaws, thousand yard stares. Suddenly, that same sense of calm came over me. The knowledge that I was not going to die, and even if I were, my last few moments were definitely not as agony-filled as these poor folks. I took a deep breath, and killed the last few minutes checking my email on my iPhone.And the big surprise, the thing I least expected: it wasn't in the slightest bit scary. It was easy, it was mellow, it was a natural conversation that occurs between two people with common interests. It was no more of a big deal than ordering a meal at a restaurant.Nothing feels better than a sigh of relief, and I took a huge one in the middle of my pitch session, and another one afterwards. The biggest fear of my life has passed and I have come through unscathed, stronger, more prepared than ever. It's ridiculous, but facing the business-side of writing is my last big, dreaded hurdle to becoming an author. Now that it's over, I can't imagine anything that can slow me down.

To The People Who Make Living in a Fantasy Land That Much More Fun

You know that feeling you have when you meet someone who's extraordinary in some way and you just can't enough of hearing about them and their fantastic and interesting life? Yeah, well that's what happens at Writer's conferences (not a typo, I'm really loving my Writer friends these days and feel that the noun is more than proper, it's downright Germanic).

I'm talking about Susan Spann who is in the process of taking the "his" out of history and making it "herstory"(see what's happenin' on twitter - @susanspann). She's written not one but two historical novels featuring Moulin and Joan of Arc (though she'll be the first to tell you that the title "D'Arc" was never used by our heroine during her lifetime). Not only is Susan breathing new life into history, she's giving these powerful women a voice of their own, something I know more than just I can appreciate. I can't wait to get my hands on copies of these novels and spend some time in ancient China and 15th Century France. Who can?

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The The Impotence of Proofreading, by TAYLOR MALI

Has this ever happened to you? I think I can relate. It's reminders like this that make me extremely careful when using my spell checker.

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Notes from the Beyond

That would be beyond happy. My first story has been accepted for publication and I'm pretty excited. It's a short horror piece about a married couple. The protagonist, Jenn, is peeved that her husband is a dedicated writer who spends every waking moment churning out stories that are rejected again and again. Their marriage is falling apart, thanks to Jenn's impatience and Tom's virtual absence from the relationship. Things begin to go terribly wrong when Jenn comes down with a debilitating illness. As her sickness progresses, Tom's popularity as a writer takes off. Then she discovers something horrible, unbelievable, and shocking in Tom's writing. The problem is, she doesn't know the half of it.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking: weirdly autobiographical, right? Chuckle, chuckle. No, of course not. I thought up the basic premise late at night about three years ago while Jer and I were traveling around Texas to visit his family for the holidays. Originally, the story was much different. But as all writing tends to do, it took on a life of its own once I started channeling it from head to page. Poor Jenn, I had no idea things were going to turn out as badly as they do for her.

Ghostlight Magazine is the publisher and "The Price of Success" will come out in their fall issue, around November.

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Viva Las Weekend!

Grrr...it's been a week. Insert as many expletives before the word week as you feel you may need. I'd say there should be at least three, and maybe up to six. First off, my manuscript got rejected. OK, I can deal, and in fact was expecting it, but combined with the mental anxiety I put myself through in relation to my job and other life issues, it was really a bee-yotch to get rejected. The pic to the right here sort of says it all.

The good news is that it's Friday and have almost the entire next week off. I get to focus on finishing up a short story for a zombie anthology I've been putting together, and maybe get some more editing done on my second novel. Should get in a 20 mile run sometime between now and next Friday for the excellent, long lasting endorphin high. And have I mentioned the beauty of ice baths? Oh yes, they are like manna to extremely tired muscles. I used to be too wussy to jump in cold water, but now I crave it the way a fish craves water.

In other news, this website has jumped to the top of my chart today: http://www.webook.com/home. It allows you to upload the first page of anything you're working on and get ranked by thousands of random readers (there's a small fee to get your own work ranked, but you can read and rank what's already there for free to you heart's content!). It's like a feedback engine, and, if your work is really like, it will rise in rankings and potentially garner you a personal audience, possibly even an agent. Awesome! The agent who rejected my manuscript is the one who brought this site to my attention, so, suffice it to say, it wasn't a total loss.

Tomorrow I'm having a short little scifi story I wrote critiqued by my local writing group, aka http://www.meetup.com/Boulderwriters/, who are an awesome assembly of local wordophiles. My nerves will be tested, my palms will be sweaty, my smile may be strained, but I'm really excited, nonetheless.

Now it's time to kick back, relax, and enjoy a nice mind-candy action film: the Losers. Does anyone else enjoy the works of Idris Elba as much as I?

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On Writing Queries

You've all heard me groan (Or, as Mark Haddon's character Christopher in The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightime puts it, "doing groaning." Everyone should read this amazing book.) these last few days about writing an agent query letter in the hopeful attempts of getting one to pick me up as client and help me get my books published. In a funny way, this task has been more daunting to me than writing a book ever was, and I've been putting it off for about two years. Yeah, I'm an excellent procrastinator that way. In the meantime, I've pored through endless websites and agent blogs trying to learn the secret formula for writing a good, eye-catching, totally un-ignorable pitch. Of course, there is no secret formula, only good writing and an ability to be succinct and to the point. Okay, that's easy to do if you're born that way, but most writers, by nature of enjoying communicating through words, do so with a rather high volume of words. We digress, we ramble, we tell multiple stories at once, just trying to fit in everything we have to say. So, summing up your book in a single paragraph, to a writer, or at least to me, has been an akin to undergoing major surgery.However, I survived. A couple of weeks ago, I attended a webinar on how to write a winning query lead by Rachelle Gardener at Wordserve Literary Agency. Aside from the stupendous presentation she put on and the wonderful pointers and tips, Rachelle was kind enough to offer a pitch critique to each of the attendees. I struggled, I bled from the brain, I sighed, I cringed, but I eventually wrote my pitch and sent it off to her with, to be totally cliché (it's my blog and I occasionally like some kitsch in my life), baited breath.She responded in just a couple of days, and I was really overjoyed. There were minor edits, but they were really minor. Wow! She commented that it was a "strong" pitch. Eureka! These are the kinds of little victories that reinvigorate me.

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Lyons Kayak Park and the Locals

Enjoyed my first paddle here in sunny, summery Colorado (actually, I've been down the Gunnison that runs into Grand Junction once years ago on a raft, but that doesn't really count). I forgot to take my camera, as usual. About 20 miles north of Boulder is the small, yet surprisingly thriving on this Memorial Day weekend, community of Lyons, Colorado. It's a cute little town that reminds me of a lower elevation Deadwood without the distinction of being the final resting place of Wild Bill Hickock. Rolling through town is the lovely meandering S. St. Vrain river, what, in Oregon terms, would be known as a creek. It's high water right now, and with the creeking season here in Colorado being about four weeks long, it was the time to get up there. The section called a "kayak park" is really just a 1/4 mile section near a town park that has about four features on it that are mildly interesting. There was one excellent glassy wave that you could literally front surf on until the water drains from the creek, but it wasn't much for cartwheeling or doing anything that requires pop. Still, a terrific spot for just getting in the water and relaxing. The other features were all pourovers in the vein of the small stuff on Oregon's N. Umpqua, below Pinball rapid, or the Lower North Fork of the Middle Fork Willamette. There's a nicer pourover with enough of an off-width to create a wave about a 1/2 below the end of the kayak park, which appears to be where the locals really go.We were passed by a posse of C-1ers while we played at the upper glassy wave, and caught up with them down at the good wave at the end. They were all a bunch of happy-go-lucky man-child types who consider class 5 in an open boat a fun day on the river. Super nice people. They even let me shuttle with them AND gave me the passenger seat when they headed back to the put in (about four miles upstream of the kayak park) so I wouldn't have to stuff myself in the back with six other smelly, wet gents, dropping me at my truck. Something tells me they rarely see a girl on the river, probably their insistence on getting my number so they could invite me on some future trips. All good, all good.The exciting part of the day was the fact that some picnickers found a dead man on the banks of the river at the take out a few hours earlier. The C-1ers were there when the paramedics and cops came. Fortunately, they removed the corpse before we came down. I'm not sure that's the kind of scenery I look for when I'm on the river. Besides the dead man, I was somewhat disheartened by the general presence of human rubbish (the trash kind, not the body kind) that filled some of the bigger eddies. Kinda sad to see, and doesn't do a lot for making me feel comfortable when I get that unexpected mouthful during a particularly rough window shade. Ce sera, I guess.On another note, I submitted another short story, in the horror genre, for publication to Pseudopod today. Tomorrow is the BolderBoulder 10K run. Wish me luck on both.

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