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Winter Rose Contest

My 2009 WIP made the final cut in the Winter Rose contest, sponsored by the Yellow Rose RWA Chapter in Texas.

I didn’t think I would hear until the 9th of April so news was a couple days earlier than I’d expected. I opened my email before going to bed last night and there it was. It was a big wheee moment for me.

Now, I don’t know how many paranormal manuscripts were in the contest. I don’t know who else made the final round. All things I’m curious about.

In the mean time a big arm pumping, “All Riiigggghhhhtttt”

I immediately sent an email to my crutique buddies, FCRW chapter, . Then I did a FB post. Today I posted to my lalala Sisterhood.

I am fighting the urge to shout it from the roof tops.

Golden Heart Finals Announced Today

How do you measure a year?

Today thousands of unpublished romance writers are all waiting for a phone call telling them they made it into the final round of the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart writing contest. I’m one of them.

Last December I and all the others sent the first fifty pages of polished finished manuscript along with a CD containing the entire work to RWA headquarters for the Golden Heart Romance Novel Contest for unpublished authors.

That act of faith represented an entire year of plotting, writing, revisions, editing. I have an active full time day job. Most of my writing happens between 9p.m. and 2a.m.

Today I’ll try to not glare at the phone every five minutes. I’ll try not to have an anxiety attack. I’ll try to make it through the next five hours.

Good luck to all my FCRW Chapter Friends in the contest and my online cyber buddies. Here’s reaching out to squeeze your hand with a hope that you get your phone call today.

How do I measure a year? I think I’ll write another book.

Writing Retreat – FCRW 2010

FCRW Writers Retreat

This past weekend I had a rare treat that advanced my craft learning light years. The FCRW Chapter of RWA hosted a Writers Retreat with Anna DeStefano and Anna Adams

The retreat was held at the beautiful and charming Epworth by the Sea in St Simon’s Island, GA, a Methodist Church retreat facility. The Retreat was organized by our chapter president, Maria Connor An amazing woman, Maria’s author’s voice is a scream. I laughed so hard at one of her scenes I about fell out of the chair. She is a free lance writer and has had several great articles published in recent issues the RWA magazine.

I had several eureka experiences over the weekend. Those of you who have been on this journey with me know the growth arc I’ve been traveling. Suffice it to say that two years ago when I found the FCRW chapter I was on my second organically written book. While that sounds fairly sophisticated let me clarify for the bottom line. . . I vomited words onto the page. Not a pretty picture.

So for the past little-while I’ve been continuing to write with a more thoughtful approach. I’ve been trying to learn to plot, trying to wrestle what I wrote into a marketable format. I’ve been learning conflict, conflict, conflict motivation and goals. I wrote the third book.

I’ve plotted using power point, sticky notes on the wall. Sticky notes falling off the wall sticking to my shoe, butt and computer bag. I’ve recently fallen in love with 4 X 6 Cards for plotting. With help of my lovely and talented critique partner, Charlie Alldredge I pulled the book apart and revised, edited and looked at character progress, filled plot holes. Whew, it ain’t called a writer’s work for nothing, baby.

Friends that read my books LOVE the characters I create. So do I. However, I’m like ‘the little engine that could’ chugging along learning to plot, plot, plot and putting my characters through conflict. Lately in the throes of revising book three and writing book four I started having feelings of unrightness. Not really about the book(s), or about my emerging skills. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. But, something was there. Or rather, something wasn’t there.

Now trust me when I say I would rather poke my eye out with a pencil than write pages of character study charts to help me know why my heroine could never wear lavender panties. If that was the missing link between me and quality writing my little train would have to become a lawn ornament under the bougainvillea.

I’ve pretty much been able to create characters based on my training as a psychologist and the exhausting amount of personality inventory research I’ve been subjected to in the name of team building with my recent day job. I mean seriously, I can tell you what color I am, what letter of the alphabet, extroverted, innovator, briggs myers, bla bla bla ad nauseam. Truthfully it was useful in crafting three dimensional realistic characters but there is a limit to what one woman can take.

The first session with Anna DeStefano blew me away. I wanted to be the love child of the two Anna’s. OMG The session on Character arch was incredibly simple, taught in a hands on experiential manner. The perfect answer to all my anxt and woes.

There is something very liberating to seeing in full clarity what you have been struggling to do in the dark. Somehow wondering if you were right and asking the writing cosmic gods, if there wasn’t a better, easier way to do it. It’s like I’ve been trying to put a puzzle together with a few of the pieces missing. Once Anna provided those pieces in her workshop everything came together. If the collision had escaped my brain the sound would have been deafening.

Bamn to the forehead with the smack of a palm. “She is healed!” The voice thundered. Okay, I got a little carried away there but we were on a church retreat facility. *grins sheepishly*

Dang, I learned, I’m a character driven writer. I can develop my character’s personalities in a well planned conflict lock with each other. “Their character arc is their growth and it’s the plot that’s getting them there.” A.D.

I’m still processing everything but WOW. One of my critique buddies, Shelby Reed said it was the best money ever spent. I’ll add my amen to that.

We had a relaxed schedule with plenty of time to write. The workshops were awesome. We had informal plotting sessions together. Valerie Bowman hosted the cold reads and group critiques of pages. Then we had an opportunity to have individual sessions with the instructors. Amanda, Shelby, Madeline and I teamed up, rolling our appointment times into a group. The four of us trapped Anna DeStefano at the table in a tag team attack and asked our barrage of questions about craft, character advice, business advice, and can we be Face Book stalkers?. . . in the nicest kind of way.

She is a gracious lady and we all wish her success and health. She facilitated giving us all something illusive and precious. . . validation, respect, and friendship.

Happy St Patrick’s Day

I love Kermie.

I was always someone on the outside looking in. Growing up I knew I was different. As a teen I wondered if perhaps I had gotten switched at birth. I didn’t feel like I fit in anywhere.

My interests have further estranged me from connecting with the people I commonly find circling my life. I spin fibers, make chain jewlery, ride and train horses and yes, write romance novels. . .hot steamy, toe curling, staying-up-late, can’t-put-the-book-down, romance novels.

Perhaps that is why I find a common thread through the books I write. The age old beauty and the beast story where beauty sees the inner light in the beast and redeems him finding her own sense of belonging and empowerment. Because of my own journey, beauty starts her story arch either incomplete and unfulfilled or fractured and lost. She finds healing and rightness within the relationship that grows between her and the beast. The beast finds his humanity, his redemption and claims beauty forever. awwwww.

However, with my secret life as a writer comes wonderful companions and sisters to share the journey through my FCRW chapter and Ink Plots critique group.

Still, in all. . . it ain’t easy being green.

My SIL A Real Romance Hero

My SIL and Daughter before Sky Diving last fall prior to his leaving for a tour of duty in Afghanistan.

Last October, the time came when he was called up for his turn to serve in the desert.

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He had this photo enlarged and made into a canvas print. He sent it to her for their anniversary. They’ve missed all their first’s this year. First Thanksgiving, First Christmas, First Anniversary.

Finally, he returns from Afghanistan in roughtly eight more Monday’s –give or take, based on any changes the Marine’s may make. He made the Yahoo News letting off steam in the tire rolling contest.

My first thought was that the tire would roll much easier the other way. My daughter explained that evidently the point is flipping it over and over. My SIL is a big guy so that tire is a monster.

My daughter is anxious for him to return home safe. We all are. He adores Caylen and treats her like a queen. He’s a man among men and so my hero for this Sunday, and most any day, is My Son In Law, Robert Gallini, Alpha Marine. A real romance hero.

Feeling Good

I went to the gym last night, straight from work.  Usually I’m there at lunch time but when all else fails I truck over there after work.  I had new tunes on the ipod and a work out plan.  I’ve been back at the gym now a full 10 days after being released from my last surgical recovery time.  So I’m in my groove.  Gym time for me is thinking time.  I get into my routine and think big thoughts…. writing thoughts.

I approached my gym time last night leaving the building with a spring in my step.  I had labored for four days getting all the side stories out of my head and onto paper and I was ready to think think think about my current WIP that I’m 10,000 words into.  A work I plotted with my C.P.

I must digress for a moment.  I’m fairly inspirational/intuitive for a creative personality type.  Little things can set me off.  Last month I picked up a piece of jewelry and POW an erotic novella type story hit me that broke out of last year’s WIP.  I mean it is eerie, touch the object and its like the psychic hot line plugs in– characters, situation etc cascade into my brain, the voices, dialogue.  I know, it’s a blessing/it’s a curse.

Okay so, my mind is clear of all those side stories that have possessed me like little demons gnawing at my writing time on this year’s WIP. I’m in my sapphire blue bug ready to pull out of the parking lot. I’m feeling good.  Something across the highway in the feed store parking lot caught my eye.  I look over there and two romance heroes are stepping off their Harley touring bikes, side by side.  Whoa momma can you say not- from-around-here, baby.

Then it started again.  The voice in my head.  I have to smile and groan. Yes, I do this at the same time.  One more reason people around me think I’m just a little bit off in the head.  (Except my writing buddies of course…they hear the voices too.)

My gym time last night was spent listening to those voices telling me about Steve and Dylan.  I have a starting GMC, a heroine and her GMC, I don’t know her name yet.  I don’t have the suspense GMC yet.  I know someone wants to hurt her because they locked her in the steam room.  She likes to run.  She runs from everything, her past, her emotions, her interest in Steve and Dylan. She might like to run but they ARE going to catch her.  The WIP will have to wait one more day.

GI Joe is next to me on the elliptical.  He’s in pain.  But his biceps and calves didn’t get that way because he’s a happy couch potato.  Humm I’ll bet Steve has arms like that.  His hair is like that too.  By now I’m sure GI Joe guy thinks I’m nuts cause I’m smiling and rowing.  That is if he thinks anything at all.  He may be focused on his own pain…and demons.

So I’m on the rowing machine listening to my favboy singing my new theme song and realizing how true.

Write the D@$! Manuscript Challenge

The FCRW (First Coast Romance Writers) sponsor a contest for members of the chapter each year.  It’s called Write the D@$! Manuscript Challenge.  Members are encouraged to just write the D@$! Manuscript.  We try to do fun things along the way to help keep participants encouraged.

So often the more we as writers know the less we are able to do.  We fill our time with all kinds of things.  After the basic rudiments of living, family, home, job, we find other time suckers to keep from writing the D@$! Manuscript. . . my space, face book, twitter, email, research, BLOGGING. oh my.  And frankly we let the Internal Editor from He(( shut us down way to often.

So the Write the D@$! Manuscript challenge is an opportunity to take the time to make writing your priority again.  Rather than the psychological suicide of NaMoWriMo in 30 days, our version gives you an entire year…ok ten months technically, to write a complete story arch accomplishing at least 40,000 words to a finish, the end.

We aren’t even so tough to expect the WIP to be finished and edited, polished and pretty.

So if you’re not convinced that this is a great activity for your writing group, here is what I got out of the D@$! Manuscript challenge of 2009.  I wrote my WIP Dragon’s Mark.  I finished the entire book in draft form between Feb and early October, some 100,000 words of the beast.

I had time to edit the first 30 pages and enter the Beacon Unpublished contest. I edited a little more and entered the Golden Heart.  Edited a little more and entered the Winter Rose.  Now a year later the work is finished, edited and polished pretty and I am beginning to Query and search for Agented Representation.

The entry in the Beacon 2009 won second place.  Still waiting to hear from the others.

The point is I wrote the D@$! Manuscript.  Didn’t matter that I didn’t win the grand prize drawing.  I wrote.

So, now I am beginning the D@$! Manuscript Challenge 2010.  I’m sitting here immersed in social networking and blogging.  I haven’t started work on my manuscript entry.  However, I know I have to have a word count for our meeting in two weeks to report with the other Challenge Participants.  I sure don’t want to be standing there saying well I haven’t really started yet….  So, I’m going to get busy and Write the D@$! Manuscript.

Dragon’s Mark 2009 Beacon Unpub – 2nd Place Finish

Okay kiddies, Results are in as the title of this blog outs, Dragon’s Mark came in Second to Bad Girl.  Congrats to Bad Girl author for her win.  Those of you who have followed this blog know we struck up a conversation cheering each other on to the finish.  When I said I was hoping for a one two finish I was more thinking me one, you two?? **grin**  Next time babe’  lol.

One of my judges shared that if she picked up a book and found that it had a me’nage theme she would put it down.  What can I say?  This is not the book for you.  I have two heroes and one heroine.  There’s no cliff hanger on how this is going to turn out. At least she/he didn’t say she/he would throw it at the wall.

No judge bashing here.  For the most part judges work very hard to make their comments relevant and educational.  And in all fairness, just because our tastes in literature differ she/he had some important helpful things to say in her specific comments.

So Yeah, Dragon’s Mark 2nd Place.  First contest for this book.  Second contest for me.  I’ve put this piece two more contests with more up to date edited versions.  We’ll see how it goes!

From Organic Pantser to Etherical Plotter

I am beginning my fourth WIP while wrapping up edits on my third.  I am the rookie writer with training wheels.  The process has been a journey fraught with highs and lows like a manic depressive on steroids.  My work is brilliant, my work is crap.  I’ve just decided that, writers, we’re all neurotic as hell.

The first book I wrote was totally organic.  Of course, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.  I can write a book.  I speak English.  I can read.  Of course I can write a book.  Delusional child.

Okay, so I wrote a book.  I wrote and wrote and wrote.  This monster was an epic fantasy romance with a plot and characters so wierd it would never NEVER find a sympathetic market.  Think of the most outrageous wall banger you’ve ever read double it for ick factor and you aren’t even in the same neighborhood

Book two came along a little better.  I’m even considering letting the hero out from under my bed if he promises to be a dream weaver and let me turn his suspense contemporary into a paranormal.  I’ve shown him a few cool skills I can write for him and I think he’s down with it.

Okay, Okay, cut to the chase right?

I wrote that book two over the course of  eight months.  I re-wrote it with three different kinds of plots, four endings and six beginnings over the course of the next two years.  I’m getting ready for the next go round with the paranormal/suspense/romance plot.

Wouldn’t it have been easier if I had actually plotted the thing from the beginning?  Ya think!

Okay, book three.  I tried to plot.  I really wanted to plot.  By now I was extremely weary of writing myself into blind alley’s.   I used colored stickies and a way of plotting that Roxy StClaire suggested.  I felt like I was really getting a grasp on it.  Then my stickies fell off the poster and I wasn’t sure where they all went.  Ah me.

I used power point and sorta plotted after I wrote.  It gave me a chance to plan ahead a little bit, to the end of the head lights.  I could search out pictures to inspire me and put them on slides.   I found my hero’s their cars, their house.  Pretty cool.  I could research for hours.  But that’s not getting the book written.

I participated in our chapter’s “Write the D*&M Book Manuscript Challenge.”  I did finish the book.  I love the whole thing.  It needs tightened and edited.  I’ve been tightening and editing since….oh October.  Insanity.

I wrote the query and suckyoposis.  I guess I should say I am writing the query and synopsis.

I sat down this past week with my bestest buddy and CP.  She gently showed me the error of my organic ways.  The synopsis I wrote isn’t necessarily reflective of the book.  Oh, it is what I want the book to be.  However,  I have any number of threads that didn’t quite get pulled together at the end.  I had a very willful secondary character take over the last third of the book.  I have a collection of loverly scenes that do absolutely nothing to advance the plot, develop characterization or build the world.

WAAA I don’t want to cut them because they are soooo lover-ly.  Sorry, got to go.  I know. I know.

We got out a slew of colored stickies and started weaving, cutting, and listing scene need.  We moved things around.  Dug deeper.  A few scenes to write but mostly tweaking here and there and some cutting.  I am psyched.  I finally see the book I wanted to write.  I can do this.

I have stickies taped to 4 X 6 index cards and notes all through the manuscript.  Yet, this WIP is more real, my dream is more alive than ever before.  I think I can actually write a novel.

Book four?  Well I’ve made some notes.  I wrote plot points on index cards.  I think I’ll try to write the synopsis first to get the big picture figured out.  Then back to stickies and index cards.  Now if I can only get the characters to cooperate.  Book four will give Kiernan a chance to tell his story now that I’ve convinced him he can’t hi-jack book three.

Plotting for survival

The Beacon Contest Calls to Me.

Like the Aztec gold on “Pirates of the Carribean”.  The Beacon contest calls to me.  It is sponsored by my home chapter of Romance Writers of America, the First Coast Romance Writers.  http://www.firstcoastromancewriters.com/

I entered the contest the first time last year and had a ball.  My writing sucked big time and the judges let me know that in the kindest, most constructive way imaginable.  Don’t look at me like that, I’m serious!

The contest organizers did a great job of selecting and training judges to score fairly and say meaningful things, picking their battles and not overwhelming this rookie writer with EVERYTHING that SUCKED about my writing.  They managed to do a wonderful job of focusing on what SUCKED the most, concentrating on the GRAND SUCK of the contest piece if you will.  Their positive comments gave me hope and their realistic suggestions of how I could suck less were an inspiration that guided my self education this past year.   Truthfully, I really don’t think they said sucked even once.

A few weeks ago, I went back and looked at the piece I submitted last year, to help me think about preparing for this year.  I had to laugh.  Were the judges BLIND.  OMG  they gave me a FOUR for THAT?  Did they think it was freaking CHRISTMAS?  I wouldn’t have given that a two!

Now another year has passed.  I have a new Work in Progress that I have just finished the draft on.  I’ve polished the first 30 pages as much as I possibly can given my level of expertise, or in moments, my lack there of.

There is good and bad with that.  Every other day the WIP is utter brilliance, the likes of which rival . . . well everyone, anyone you would ever want to rival.

I am so ready to submit this new baby in the contest.

Which means, every other day from brilliance/dazzling/ wow I’m so Cool, my WIP is utter bull cookies, cracker, chips. . .  Can this woman write a grocery list?  She probably dictates her shopping needs into her phone!  well you get the idea.

I’m so not ready to submit this new baby in the contest.

Hope springs eternal. Wouldn’t it be cool to finale or. . . squeeee!!! WIN?

Despair is forever. Wouldn’t it be cool to get comments that aren’t embarrassing, even if the embarrassing ones are actually true.

Each fledgling manuscript leaves my hands a hatchling baby trying to spread its wings and become a soaring eagle instead of a dirt bag suckyopolis with lousy conflict, unbelievable plot,  flat one dimensional characters, and confusing meaningless dialog that drops a goose egg in the cosmic karma of the universe.

*big sigh*

I’m not leaving my day job anytime soon.100_1178