Broken Trust is Here... Almost

by Shannon Baker

Clears throat, taps on champagne glass, gives toothy grin: Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Broken Trust.

Book two of the Nora Abbott Mystery Series will make its debut in a couple of weeks with the official release date of March 8.

It’s true, Tainted Mountain has a new brother/sister. I still have a hard time believing a book I wrote is being published by a real, live, legit publisher. On some level, I must have thought it was at least possible, or I would have quit writing eons ago. Still, it seems like a fantasy to have two books out there. It’s a real kick to know book three is turned in and making its slow journey to the shelves.

I didn’t start out to write a series. I intended Tainted Mountain as a stand-alone thriller. When I moved to Flagstaff and found out about the controversy to pump manmade snow on the San Francisco Peaks--land sacred to 12 tribes--I had to write a story about it. I needed a protagonist in the center of the storm who had everything at stake. That turned out to be Nora Abbott, owner of the ski resort.

Driven, insecure, timid and ferocious in equal measure, Nora sprang onto the pages. When I negotiated my contract with Midnight Ink, my editor asked if Tainted Mountain was a stand-alone or a series. Without thinking, I said, “Series.”

And just like that, Nora was given new life. I worried and stressed because I’d never thought about writing a series, didn’t even read that many. How would I would I ever plunge so deeply into another Nora book?

In Broken Trust, Nora returns to her favorite place, Boulder, and lands a job at an environmental trust. (Coincidently, I also moved back to Boulder while I was working on this book.) But all is not as it seems. The trust is a hotbed of conflict and corruption. Nearly a half million dollars is missing and Nora’s predecessor is murdered.

Nora’s mother pops onto the scene with her own drama. She is determined to hook Nora up with handsome Cole Huntsman. Cole has been waiting for a year to let Nora get over the death of her husband and the traumatic events in Flagstaff, but he’s ready to start a relationship with her. In the meantime, with the help of quirky staffers at the Trust and an Ecuadorian hunk, Nora uncovers a plot that could destroy one of the most pristine locations on the planet.  

And how, you might or might not be asking, is such monumental destruction possible? That was the really fun part for me. I got to research conspiracy theories surrounding HAARP (High-frequency Active Auroral Research) and using weather as a weapon of mass destruction. This stuff is scary/interesting. I spent hours watching Jessie Ventura and others present the case that the shadowy Powers That Be are planning to control our minds/kill us all/wreak havoc on the environment. I dabbled in learning a little (very little) about Tesla towers and the potential for sustainable energy.

When I sold Tainted Mountain I was happy and proud of my new baby. We all know the analogies of writing and publishing books to having babies. I don’t know if anyone else felt this way, but when I was expecting my second baby, I worried I’d never be able to love it as much as I loved my first one. And even though I’d planned and wanted the baby with all my heart, part of me was jealous it would come between me and my firstborn. Weird, I know. But I kind of had the same misgivings about creating a series and wondering if I’d love the second book as much as the first.

The book is here and, just as it was with my kids, I do love book two as much! I learned a lot between book one and two and even more between two and three. It turns out I like writing a series and I’m glad Nora got to live on.

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Lessons from "The Dovekeepers"

I’ve confided in you before about my jello elephant novel. Each day I devote several hours to bringing it to its final form. It’s been completed eight or nine times, so it’s not that it’s not done. It’s just not right yet. This week I read The Dovekeepers, by Alice Hoffman, and learned a few things that might help. I hope they might help you, too.

It’s a novel about the two women and five children who survived Masada, and it’s just amazing. She is truly gifted. One of her characters resembles one of mine, which caused me to compare my book to hers closely, even paragraph by paragraph.

As I did, I realized that there was a recurring difference. Every paragraph or two, she would relate whatever action took place to a deeper meaning. To do this, she would use a symbol and build on it—as Jodi Picoult does in all her novels. As a result, many commonplace events are elevated to a higher level. Birds flying in the sky are a sign from God; dust is her body, reduced to ash. The discussion was taken up a notch throughout. We weren’t worrying about how she was getting from A to B in the desert; we were worrying about how her soul would get to the World-To-Come, as her character called it.

For some, this could become tiring. My husband would have put it down after one paragraph, but I’m sure book groups everywhere have decided it’s one of the best books ever. There are plenty of symbols to discuss, hidden meanings to flesh out, the stuff of book groups. And for us as writers, it demonstrates a useful technique.

I find myself now going through the book and seeing where I could use Alice Hoffman’s technique to make reading my plot-driven book a more beautiful experience.  As I do so I’m reminded of an exercise we were given at a writing retreat where we were asked to visualize a symbol and tell a story relating to it. The results were amazing; it really worked.

Examples from my current book: a plum blossom floating downstream on the River Thames becomes a symbol for a family’s return to their property in that direction. Hidden vaults filled with books in a church undercroft become symbols for the secrets of that place. A bird with notable characteristics becomes a symbol for a person, an oldie but goodie. Animals and birds work well because they’re exotic, and evoke speed, strength, sound, smells, and sometimes danger.

Happy writing!

~ Stormy

All Dogs Can Learn New Tricks

Take it from this “old dog,” it is possible to change course, attitude and goals. In elementary school I wrote poems, later 12-year-old erotica. 

My high school creative writing teacher entered my work in contests and drove me to regional writing conferences.  Together we started my high school literary magazine.  A few of my shorts and poems found homes in regional lit mags.  In Paris I had the privilege of editing Paris/Atlantic which published writers as well-known as Archibald MacLeish, David Avidan, Vasco Popa and Antonio Cisneros.  It was a perk to be published alongside such great writers.  I had a happy little stack of published work, and I started to feel I was a real writer. 
After getting married, I was distracted from my writing as I worked as a weight-loss counselor then as a high school substitute teacher.  When I became pregnant with my first son, I knew I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom.  What’s a more flexible way to do that than to be a writer?  I had no affiliation with a literary magazine at that point.  I’d need to learn a new trick, write something book-length.  I wanted to honor my husband’s resilient, loving family by writing their remarkable story.  His father was put on death row for whistle-blowing on his Taiwan-government-connected employers.  It left the rest of his large family homeless. That creative nonfiction was represented years later by NY agent, Kathleen Anderson.  It didn’t sell, perhaps in part because expectations were set high.  She compared it to master Amy Tan’s work.  Though my subject matter--Chinese family dynamics--is similar, her style is quite different than mine.

American Moon had food as one of its themes, even recipes in the back for each dish served in the story.  Having been raised on mac-n-cheese and hot dogs, it’s ironic that exotic food is one of my passions.  I loved food cooked in leaves (vine, bamboo, lotus, etc), I decided to write a cookbook.  Time for a new trick.  Wanting the cookbook to reflect my love of story, I decided it would be a literary cookbook, with folktales that explain the foods.  I worked on the research and proposal over the course of many years.  Legendary agent Jane Dystel tried to sell it for a year, then our contract ran out in 1997. A few other agents had a passion for my subject and represented it only to receive similar editor feedback: “Karen leaves no leaf unturned, this is a great proposal but we can’t imagine someone coming home and saying, ‘I think I’ll cook in leaves tonight.’”  It’s hard to fight a 3-minute cookbook trend or one that prefers famous chef authors.  The three file drawers-full, knocked from within every so often trying to get attention.  A few months ago my new agent, Deborah Ritchken, brought my book to Skyhorse Publishing.  I had to learn the new trick of social media crunching, needed to build my numbers, join every on-line food organization I could find, become active in the communities.  I needed to learn a very important new trick before I signed my contract with Skyhorse for Nature’s Wrap.  After some contractual adjustments made by Deborah and quite a few clauses I caught and addressed, I took my agreement to amazing transaction attorney, Susan Spann, who suggested more important changes to the contract before I signed.  When the agreement was as favorable to me and my photographer as it was going to ever be, I signed and faxed it off to no-doubt exhausted Deborah and patient editor, Nicole Frail. But all the new contract tricks ended up being filed for future use. Literally hours after I signed, my photographer backed out.  The money, she decided, didn’t make all the time worth it for her.  After a wide-net search for another photographer who could work with the low photo budget (including loop queries, Craig’s List ads, and lots of social media outreach), Deborah and I realized that my own attempt to take the photos came up quite short and my learning curve made the project impractical.  We had to back out of the contract.

 Trying another trick, I wrote a draft of a mystery utilizing my experience volunteering at a crisis center.  I quickly set it aside having the itch to get back to my food theme.  Without much thought and even less planning, I decided to learn yet another new trick.  I wrote a series of humorous personal essays about marrying into a Chinese family.  Some were honored in contests and were subsequently published as one-offs on line.  But my agent at the time, Kathleen Anderson, insisted that essays don’t sell unless you already have platform.  Not wanting them to simply sit in the drawer under the one occupied by American Moon, I took the recommendation of my Sisters of the Quill to use them to put together a novel.  So I turned first person narrative to third person action and dialogue and created a plot on which to hang the stories like clothes on a line.  That was the most challenging of my new tricks.  But I still had fun with it.  It didn’t catch fire (or at least hasn’t yet).  I’ve been told that the humor feels more appropriate for stand-up comedy than a novel, and that the essays still peek through.  The point of view character is still me.  Too much of the “personal” stayed behind.

Several years ago, at the Pikes Peak Writers Conference, in a pitch practice session, I hesitantly read into the microphone the pitch for a new paranormal suspense novel I’d started.  “A mother wades through Chinese mythical culture to free her son of the hunger striker who has possessed her son.”  Workshop leaders, Jan Jones (a filmmaker and future mentor of mine) and producer Ken Berk, asked me to read it again.  Ken asked to see me after the workshop ended.  He wanted to package my story for sale if I was willing to write it as a screenplay. After I signed with an entertainment attorney and purchasing a stack of screenwriting books, I buckled down to learn another new trick.  That first screenplay placed second in a contest right out of the gate and my trajectory changed.  I completed a dozen scripts (a few of them shorts, several of them collaborations – with Janet Fogg, Christian Lyons and indie director, Eric Toll).  These scripts all counted as new tricks since they involved a new format but also a wide variety of genres: Sci-Fi, romantic comedy, dark comedy, broad comedy, supernatural thriller, paranormal suspense, dramedy, and heist. Most won regional, national, or international awards.  One caught the attention of a Hollywood agent who brought it and a few others to Barry Sonnenfeld, James Cameron, HBO, Showtime, and Sci-Fi Channel.  It was yet another new trick to have one of my short writer-for-hire scripts produced by a local director after one of my spec scripts was chosen by an indie producer from among other audition pieces.  That long screenwriting detour included one of the most rewarding new tricks of my career, collaboration, and led to the column I write for BTS Book Reviews. 

In the middle of it all, one of my short stories caught the attention of Maggie Osborne, a wildly successful writer.  She offered to mentor me.  She advised me on the business end of writing and took early peeks at my new projects.  She told me when it was time to seek a different agent, something I was afraid to hear.  To this day I’ve had 5 agents and have been offered representation by a few others.  At one time it was scary letting an agent go—as if nobody would ever come along and offer representation again.  I’ve conquered that fear…. a new trick for me.   

Now I’m writing a serial-killer suspense novel, one I suspect will be the most marketable of my book-length works.  Still food themed but it’s a new trick for me to dive into the mind of a serial killer.  Kind of fun.

For a while now, I’ve been able to contribute to the family income through professional editing, coaching, writing-for-hire, ghostwriting, and writing for magazines and newspapers.  I judged contests, facilitated critique groups, wrote monthly columns, and taught on cruises, at conferences, retreats and in schools.  All new tricks.

Some tricks I wish I hadn’t been forced to learn: One agent sabotaged a big celebrity ghostwriting project, forcing me to hire an attorney.  One client failed to pay me for months of work.  The cookbook still doesn’t have a home, which means my bucket list of one item (publish a book length work of my own) is still without a checkmark.  Many of my projects still rest in drawers, testaments to the longest apprenticeship on earth.  But I wouldn’t trade the years of effort for all the success in any other career.  I’m a writer.  For me it has been all about learning new tricks.  And it will be until I can no longer hold a pen in my hand.          

What new tricks have you learned?  --Inkpot

I Shall Thole

My friend Shirley gave me a word-of-the-day calendar for Christmas, and I look forward to each day's offering. Thus far, I've known most of the words, though I don't necessarily use them in conversation, and I've delighted in learning the few new words.

One in particular caught my fancy. Thole. To endure. I've tholed a lot in my writing career (as have most writers). Writing is a pleasure, in and of itself, but the occasional pat on the back has punctuated my satisfaction.

At first, those pats arrived from my friends in critique, for a lovely turn of phrase or sneaky plot twist. Then, there were contest wins with positive feedback. Later, when an agent or editor requested a full, I could wallow in anticipation for weeks. A "positive" rejection? Bring it on!

Just last week I submitted a query for a completed screenplay my husband and I co-wrote, and in two day (TWO DAYS!) the producer requested a full. Dick and I then spent two days (TWO DAYS!) running through our draft, fine-tuning this and that, before sending it off, along with the typical Hollywood release form.

Yet now, with a few books under my belt, the dream of having a screenplay optioned or receiving another book contract has made enduring the wait for a response different. Yes, I still daydream about a positive outcome for each and every query, but the fact that an experienced producer found our story concept intriguing enough to spend his time reading 100+ pages is, in and of itself, a pat on the back of enough magnitude to keep me smiling. If he declines? Yes, I'll be sad, but not for long. I shall thole!

~ Folio

All Aboard!

By Nib

I’ve discovered something really great about my small Nebraska town we recently moved to. It sits on an Amtrak line. For $40 (one way) and 4 ½ hours, I can be in Denver. Double all of that and I can go across the mountains to Grand Junction. That’s exactly what I did last weekend.

I volunteered to teach a writing workshop scheduled in the middle of January across a mountain range from where I live. So instead of risking my life by driving (if you’ve ever ridden with me, you know that it’s a minor miracle if I arrive in tact anywhere), I decided to hop Amtrak.

Good thing, because the Interstate ended up closing in both directions due to winter driving conditions on my travel day. The road also closed for several hours on the day I returned because a semi-truck jackknifing on icy roads. So, yay, the first benefit of the train is that I didn’t have to worry about bad roads or ski traffic returning to Denver.

If you’re a writer, the train has other perks. For instance, unlike a plane, I was able to stretch out in the lounge car for easy writing. I didn’t use a table, but they were available. I could put my feet up and write with as much comfort as I would on my sofa, while watching America slide by beyond my window. I had uninterrupted hours to tap away, could stand and stretch and walk a few steps. I packed a thermos of tea and snacks. It ended up being very productive and comfortable writing time.

Other advantages included getting to really observe the scenery. That route climbs from the prairie through the foothills and deep into the mountains. It slips through Gore Canyon and Winter Park, Glen Canyon and spits you out on the Western Slope all along the Colorado River. Picture this, a stress free ride though wintery mountains, beside a rushing river with frozen ice bridges and snow piled like sparkling diamond-studded frosting. Elk, deer, coyotes, eagles and hawks hidden around every bend. The mountains rising high above the glass enclosed observation car. I loved it!

But maybe the best thing about riding the train for a writer is the fly-on-the-wall opportunity. Some people might call it eavesdropping but let’s not split hairs. Some people are friendly and engage in conversation when traveling alone. Not me. I’m the creepy old lady you catch staring at you. I’m told I have a bitchy resting face, which I think is true. So people generally leave me alone.

I listened to a middle-aged mother corner a younger couple and tell them about her five children, the oldest of which is a senior and all the activities that kept her busy for his last year, and the seven year-old is in second grade and his teacher…. I stole a glance and couldn’t tell if the couple wanted to shoot the talker or each other. Watching them try to get away was entertaining.

The elegant elderly man next to me raised an eyebrow and said, “I’m glad we’re sitting down here.” It was the only thing he said to me for the four hours we sat by each other. Although he did point out an eagle to me and I reciprocated by showing him a few elk. My writer’s brain came up with several explanations for his travel. Maybe he was on his way to see his great-granddaughter for the first time and reconcile with the child’s mother. Or, he had perpetrated the perfect art theft and was making his getaway. A long-lost love from his youth was meeting him in Chicago….

A young mother with a toddler had obviously spent a couple of nights on the train. They kept to themselves, eating from a picnic basket, napping and coloring in their coach seats. A very young Asian couple spoke rapidly and frequently to each other in their native language and were extra friendly and kind to everyone. Two middle-aged couples knocking back cocktails and telling off-colored jokes.

Across the frigid Nebraska portion, a well-dressed couple of gray-hairs with posh accents commented and puzzled about the rural landscapes and obvious poverty of homes we passed. The full stock pens at the Western National Stock Show grounds confused them, especially the signs marking Heifer Village. These characters and more shared my ride and wormed their way into my imagination.

For a stay-at-home writer, train travel is the perfect way to go. I can brush up next to humanity, but not quite as closely as I’d have to get in a plane. Characters, setting, conflict, all right there in a smooth-gliding ride. I’m looking forward to hopping the rails again soon.  Have you travel by train? What did you think? What’s your favorite way to get where you’re going?

Zane Grey ignored this advice!

“You have no business being a writer and should give up.” Zane Grey ignored this advice. There are believed to be over 250 million copies of his books in print.

“The girl doesn’t, it seems to me, have a special perception or feeling which would lift that book above the ‘curiosity’ level.” With an additional 15 rejections, The Diary of Anne Frank was eventually acquired by Doubleday, who brought the translation to the world. 25 million copies have been sold.

“We feel that we don’t know the central character well enough.” Following this comment in a rejection, J.D. Salinger re-wrote The Catcher in the Rye, which has seen sales in excess of 65 million copies.

“Too different from other juveniles on the market to warrant its selling.” An excerpt from a rejection letter sent to Dr. Seuss, who became the 9th best-selling fiction author of all time.

“I recommend that it be buried under a stone for a thousand years." Shunned by major publishers, Vladimir Nabokov landed a deal with Olympia Press for his novel, Lolita. The first 5,000 copies sold quickly and the book has now seen estimated sales of 50 million.

My plan? Keep on writing. Edit, edit, edit.

Continue to pursue traditional publishing while I also self-publish. 

Oh, and never give up!

How about you?

~Folio

"Do one thing every day that scares you.”

by Nib

This is what Eleanor Roosevelt said and I think it’s good advice.  Well, not the EVERY day thing. I only need so much challenge in my life. 

I like Eleanor Roosevelt. At least, I like the woman I perceive her to have been since I never met her in real life. She seems strong and capable, courageous and compassionate.

Inspired by Ellie’s nudge, I decided to take a stab at something I’ve been scared of for a long time. I shut my eyes, gulped down my fear and volunteered to teach a class on writing. It’s not a huge obligation, just a three-hour workshop. Only three hours. A mere… THREE LONG, EXCURITATING, TERRIFYING HOURS!

It’s not that I’m afraid of public speaking. I’ve read fear of public speaking ranks second only to fear of snakes. But I’m one of the lucky few who only get mildly nervous. My extreme discomfort stems from the deep-seated insecurity that I know nothing about writing. Despite having been at it long enough that my first completed novel would be eligible to vote and drink in any state, and having a published thriller and am midway through a three-book contract for a mystery series and have been included in several anthologies, I feel like a poseur. 

My generous and supportive Sisters of the Quill have been encouraging me to teach a workshop or two for quite a while. Karen Lin is a consummate teacher. She’s a sought-after presenter at writing conferences and has even scored a couple of gigs on cruise ships. Her knowledge is vast and her advice is spot-on. She’s got something to tell writers.

Both Julie Kaewart and Janet Fogg are multi-published and have years of experience. I know, from their adept critique of my work, they know their stuff and can lead any aspiring writer along the right path. I’d listen to any knowledge and advice they put out.

I sort of feel like I ought to be a super-star to put myself up as worthy of teaching. But I’m just a regular Joe (Josephine?) trying to improve with each book. I have shelves of books on writing, stacks of CDs from conferences, notebooks full from workshops I’ve attended. Every time I read a novel part of my brain is picking it apart, trying to identify why it works or why it falls flat. In other words, I’m the student, not the all-knowing teacher.

Yet, when I think about my writing journey, I’m grateful for all the writers who presented at the conferences I attended. They may not have been NY Times bestsellers (though some of them were) and they may not have known all there was to know. Some of them haven’t published a novel. But they knew stuff. Good stuff. I picked up bits and pieces and whole new ways of thinking from these writers willing to pass along what they know.

So allowing myself the benefit of not being an all-encompassing expert and realizing I’m traveling on the journey like everyone else, I’m going to do this really scary thing and teach a workshop. It doesn’t mean I’ve arrived at the Big Time. But I didn’t know anything about writing when I started and now I know a couple of things. So I’ll teach those and maybe they will help another writer improve a little.

Eleanor Roosevelt also said this: People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built.

I’m going to go out there and grow some character. Just maybe, along the way I might be able to help someone else, too.