Hiatus

If it wasn’t clear already, here’s the official announcement: the blog’s going on hiatus for the foreseeable future. Too much school/work/writing going on to have any spare time for this. But to anyone with questions on the Scholastic A&W awards, feel free to message me or leave a comment, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.

Happy writing, everyone!

Anna

Getting by in Minnesota

So I think that pretty much every site I use regularly has gone under an overhaul these last few weeks, leaving me perplexed. And by “every site”, I mean like three. But still.

I’m horribly behind in blogging/blog reading/book news, so I’m afraid I’m pretty useless to you right now. I’m even behind in editing. I set down the manuscript two weeks ago and haven’t picked it up since. But hopefully once things get settled here, I’ll be able to pick my normal routine up again.

Classes start Wednesday and I’m really excited! I’m taking a publishing class this semester, and have heard nothing but good things. I’m thrilled about all my other classes, but that one promises to be something special. It’s going to be a busy, busy semester, though. There are still so many things to get under control before Wednesday and hopefully I’ll be able to do so. No promises.

So that’s it for me. I’ve made the northward trek once more, have been astounded by the brilliance of first-years, and am living in a lofted room with no wi-fi, bad lighting, but giant closets (for a dorm). All in all, not a bad start.”

Ah!

Back on campus and drowning in pre-school year stuff, but will update when things get under control!

Wrapped

Yes, I missed last week. And all of this week. I’m horrible, I know.

But here’s a wrap-up for the past two weekends! A recent study documents a huge decline in reading time among US citizens (the average American spends only 7 minutes a day reading!), even though another study shows that reading for pleasure can cut stress levels by almost 70%. So be good to your friends/family and buy them books this year. Maybe you’ll look at the new graphic novel version of Fahrenheit 451, or at Justine Larbalestier’s Liar, recently revamped after controversy over the previous cover. Or maybe you’ll jump on the Dan Brown bandwagon and pick up The Secret this year, or even the “teen version”. Why teens can’t read the adult version, I’m not quite sure. All I know is that, when you’re done, you ought to reward yourself with a scoop of library-themed Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. Too bad it doesn’t exist yet!

A couple other random reads: What’s really to blame for the quality/quantity of your writing (hint: it’s all inside of you!), and should authors be their own censorship committees?

Hope you enjoy the reads! Meanwhile, I’ll be packing like mad, saying goodbye to family/friends/dog and bidding a very fond farewell to the house that I grew up in. My parents and brother are moving to Thailand in October, so this Thursday will, in many ways, be my last night as a resident of Oklahoma. Bittersweet, bittersweet. I’ve probably written a million words under this roof, and I’ve read several million more. A whole childhood of school projects and sleep-overs and learning all the creaks and sighs of an 80-year-old-house can be found wrapped up within these walls, and I’ll never forget the rumblings of squirrels in the attic and the smell of wild mint in the back yard. C’est la vie, C’est la vie.

Take What You Need

So of course, after deciding on Monday that I would officially take a break from Book Two, my muse stopped by on Tuesday to tap me on the shoulder.

Me: No. I’m not listening to you.
Muse: Don’t be mean and nasty.
Me: You abandoned me!
Muse: And you’re oppressive. But let’s not get bogged down in the details.
Me: That’s just it, though, isn’t it? You never give me details! It’s all so dry and boring.
Muse: …Oh no you didn’t.

So despite my best efforts, Tuesday was spent writing between fits of reading other books, and guess what? I banged out 2,500 words. Exactly 2,500 words.

Figuring that this was a sign, I tried to do the same thing yesterday, but that didn’t quite work either.

Me: Oh Muse! Where are you?
Muse: I’m dry, remember? And boring.
Me: But I have chocolate!
Muse: You always forget that I’m allergic, dimwit.

So I’ve decided to just let it be. (The Beatles still give the best advice.) If the words come, they come. If they don’t, so be it. I don’t have the time to wheedle.

I started editing Book One, however, and this is exactly how I feel. Where did my genius go?! I am very upset about this. I’m pretty sure that it’s been kidnapped (probably by one of the short stories on my hard drive that I’ve been neglecting). If you happen to see said genius anywhere, please let me know. I will give you chocolate.

It’s not as if my muse wants any.

So give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses–tell me about your starts and stops for the week, and your horror stories of writing gone wonky over night. We shall commiserate together.

Lazy Sunday

I’m falling behind in just about everything (including blogging), so I’m also behind in book news. This website makes me laugh though. It’s maintained by two librarians who basically document out-of-date books. Also, The Intern is a good read, if you haven’t already found her blog, and Pimp My Novel is a great look at the marketing side of things in the literary world.

It’s been a fairly busy week for me, or at least that’s how I justify slacking off. My mom came home from Thailand so I’ve gotten to see her for the first time in six months. Two of my best friends just moved into a new apartment, so I spent an afternoon looking at curtains and another day helping to paint. I’m starting to have to think about packing up my own things before heading back to school. My home-base living situation is up in the air, and it’s possible that anything I don’t take with me this August will never be heard from again. What exactly am I supposed to do about that? I personally have no idea.

I’m officially 7,500 words behind my week’s goal. Pathetic. I haven’t even been doing much reading, so I can’t blame that. I know generally what has to happen next, and I definitely know what has to happen by the end of the book, but I’m just not inspired to get there. Considering I’ve written about 100,000 total words of fiction this summer, I think it’s just from burnout. I really want to get this thing done by September, but I don’t know that it’ll happen. But if I can just manage 500-1,000 words a day, maybe I’ll rig something to work. I don’t know. I probably ought to go back and edit the first book, so that I can decide whether the second even makes sense. But I’m difficult, so I doubt that I will.

Oh, and I must say that I miss photo. I need to go on a shoot soon–my Nikon is calling to me.

But maybe that’s just me trying to procrastinate more.

Oh Google How I Love Thee; Let Me Count the Ways

In industry news, Kindle sales officially count towards the USA Today’s best sellers list. It’s a revolution, guys!

Also, people love rewriting Jane Austen with monsters and people love Nancy Drew, period. Or do they? Author Janni Lee Simner discusses “boy” and “girl” books in an excellent blog post that everyone should read. In a sort-of-related-but-not-really post, blogger Editorial Anonymous explains why Bloomsbury should be ashamed of itself. Maybe those are my words, but I think that it’s how most people should feel.

And I want to give a little love to Amazon, who donated $25,000 to the NaNoWriMo Office of Letters and Light. This news made me very, very happy.

Now then. Let me just say that I love the internet. Not in the OMG THIS IS FANTASTIC FOR PROCRASTINATING sense, but in the I’ve never made a real-life setting this clear! sense. Researching for my current project is going really well, and I’ve found great information in each and every book that I’ve picked up, but Google has been helping so much that it’s ridiculous. You see, guide books on New Orleans may give me great information, and may help me navigate a city that I’ve never visited, but Flickr helps me see a city that I’ve never visited.

Now, of course I’d love to actually visit the Big Easy (and all of the other sites where these books take place), but this is a good substitute until I get the chance. For example, I’ve used Google Maps to figure out driving times and to get a peek at the view from the highway, I’ve used Wikipedia for reminding me simple things about windows and stalkers (yes, I have really looked up “windows” on Wikipedia. It should probably embarrass me, but I just find it REALLY. COOL. that they have an extensive article on windows.), and I’ve navigated the boardwalk in Shreveport (via its own website) without ever having to leave my living room. I’ve listened to clips of accents from Haiti and Louisiana and I’ve window-shopped the streets of New Orleans without getting out of bed. After finding the perfect hotel in a guidebook, I was even able to go online and take a video tour of the guest rooms. I. Love. Internet.

In more panic-inducing news, after doing some calculations, I’ve decided that I need to hit 2,500 words a day every day if I want to finish this second manuscript by the time I leave home in late August. Ack. That’s a lot of words! But with discipline I can do it. I just have to find said discipline. So far I’ve only done about 700 words today, so I need to get to crackin’.

I hope that everyone has had a great weekend!

Contest

Quick post to direct you to a new contest on Suzanne’s blog. Bigger update later today, but in the meantime get to typing!

Woooooo!

You can’t see my face right now (at least I hope so, as I’m in a room by myself), but I’m smiling. It is a glorious day here in my living room. Why, you ask? Well, I woke up exhausted but forced myself to get up anyway, so it can’t be that I’m well-rested. I had disgustingly salty and freezer-fried hot dogs for lunch, so it can’t be that I’m well-fed. What’s the secret, then?

Words, my friend.

I decided a few days ago that this book on exorcism was, in fact, not destined to be a single volume—that it would have to be at least two books, perhaps even three, and there was just no getting around it. The plot arc and the word count allow for nothing else. With that in mind, I knew where the ending of Book One would have to come. And I’m pleased to say that it just did. That’s right, baby, I just wrote the last line of my latest book and it was appalling. But there’s a full-stop after it, which makes me happy. I’m closing it at 62,912 words and putting it aside until I write the next episode. I know that a lot of writers would go back at this point and edit Book One, but I have a feeling that things will go better if I just write everything and then edit everything in one grand sweep.

To all the writers working on finishing up their own manuscripts: I’m sending lots of feel-good vibes your way. I’ve had my fair share and it’s time for me to spread the love. Best of luck to you and here’s to me diving into Book Two!

Weekend Wrap-Up

Interesting post from Neil Gaiman about reading things aloud.

In book news, everyone is freaking out about Dan Brown and wondering how fall sales will go for authors who didn’t write The Lost Symbol. Related to this, as E-books emerge as the “new media”, questions about pub dates in general emerge. Can publishers successfully delay release dates for electronic copies of their books? I doubt it.

But publishing venues aside, writers across the pond are up in arms about new rules on the vetting of speakers in schools. Phillip Pullman? Angry. And I think all British authors have a reason to be. Now, obviously we want to protect children, but something tells me that the creation of this plan is less about the children and more about the £64 registry fee.

Now onward to my own writing news! I hit 50,000 words today! Celebrations all around. I’m having some concerns about balance right now. I think that the fluctuation between excitement and downtime is pretty good, but I’m questioning the evolution of some relationships. Romance, for example, is an important aspect to the character development in this book, as well as to the plot, but I don’t want to swamp the work with angst and sap. Not to mention the fact that there are a lot of other emotions running high, which can make romance seem inane and poorly timed (and not in a cute awkward way). As a result, I’ve been trying to tread lightly. More talk, more thought, more shock. If I’m lucky, romance will highlight and accent the overall story. If I’m not, I’ll probably get a severe talking to after my first reader has a look come fall. My instinct is telling me that the second scenario is more likely as of now.

But the question raises a larger question that I’ve always been curious about. I’ve always kind of thought that the presence of overt romance throws a novel to the girls. Maybe this is only because females tend to read more in general, or maybe it’s because the numbers just show that women read more books in the “romance” genre and I often over-generalize, but what do you think? Does love and affection in a story (be it sci-fi, horror, fantasy, historical, or anything else) make it more “girl-oriented”? Does it make it more marketable? Or less marketable, if boys really are less likely to pick it up? Now, I’m not asking about authors who would throw in sex just to make a book sell more. I’m talking about the organic growth of a relationship between two characters. I’m thinking specifically, I suppose, about the YA genre. I think it matters less in adult lit (the presence or absence, either way), but, really, when was the last time you saw a boy reading Twilight? Bad example? Maybe so. But are readers of different genders more willing to accept/more eager to read romance in different levels?

Maybe the best way to think about that question is by examining your own reading patterns. I for one don’t mind the absence of romantic relationships in books, but the presence of them can certainly make a work more compelling. Still, if they are there, I want them to be realistic. Nothing pisses me off more than a stilted relationship that the author clearly thinks is organic. I can’t stand weak, desperate girls. I can’t stand overbearing or oversensitive boys. I also can’t stand Female Main Characters who think (and are written in such a way that the reader is also pressured to think) that they’re strong when they clearly aren’t, or Male Main Characters who are supposed to be dashing/receptive but are just illogical and impractical (that’s not called “being charming”, it’s called “being creepy”, and it’s putting women’s rights back sixty years.) I guess that the best rule is to write them real, write them with flaws, or don’t write them at all. But I digress.

So, that love story. Yes or no? And does the reader’s own gender (or even perhaps sexual orientation) have anything to do with it?

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