for your consideration.
A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket. ~ Charles Peguy
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~ Sylvia Plath
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth
Don't loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don't get it you will none the less get something that looks remarkably like it. ~ Jack London
Writing is both mask and unveiling. ~ E.B. White
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink. ~ T.S. Eliot
The greatest part of a writer's time is spent in reading, in order to write; a man will turn over half a library to make one book. ~ Samuel Johnson
A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. ~ Thomas Mann
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
Have You Got It?
by Nib
I researched flights for Bouchercon. I checked my
email and had an on-line conversation with my daughter. I wandered over to
Facebook and blew an hour. After that, I messed around with some hot tub
maintenance. Then it seemed like time for coffee so I brewed a pot and read a
few articles in The Week.
I dug into the file cabinet looking for an obscure
bill from last year to compare with this year. Checked my emails again and
answered some questions. Then back to Facebook. And out to check on the garden….
All of this while carrying around a fifty-pound
sandbag of guilt, knowing I have a big word count I set for today. I can’t seem
to force myself to BICHOK this morning. (Butt In Chair, Hands on Keys) Now it’s
nearly noon and I’m still in high-speed avoidance behavior. To break the seal and
get the words “flowing,” I’ve finally settled into writing this blog.
I finished the draft of a novel and sent it off to
an editor three weeks ago and I’m going crazy waiting to hear what she thinks.
I know there will be suggestions, dear lord there are always suggestions. But I
don’t know what those will be and how much work it’s going to take to make my
little snot-nosed manuscript presentable. Still, I finished a book and have a
great beginning on the next one.
And that’s my problem. I’m battling that “Hey, you
rock” attitude with the “Don’t quit ‘til you’re done” guilt. I spent a lot of
years as a Lutheran and I am from Nebraska, so you can see where the work
ethic/guilt part might be pretty ingrained. Seriously, though, what would be so
wrong with taking one day off? Sure, I know Stephen King never takes a day off,
but I’m no Stephen King.
Then I happened along a TED Talk on something called
grit. (Yes, I stumbled upon it while browsing in Facebook, why do you ask?) http://tinyurl.com/c2sxaay. According to Angela Lee Duckworth, grit is
what causes success. It’s not how smart we are or how talented we are, but it’s
the ability to dig in and keep working toward the goal.
Angela Lee Duckworth
I even took the quiz linked to the video. (Well, I was murdering time so
why not?) If I answered the questions honestly—and I’m not above lying to
myself—it turns out I have quite a bit of grit. I might go ahead and agree with
that assessment, though. I’m not the most brilliant bulb in the chandelier, nor
am I gifted with great heaps of writing talent. But I’ve been toiling away on
writing books for a very long time.
I haven’t achieved success in terms of John Grisham or Nora Roberts but
I’m continuing to make progress in my writing career. I’m becoming a better
writer with each book I turn out and I’m learning more and more all the time.
To stick with this crazy business and challenging career, it takes grit, not to
mention a loose grasp on sanity.
So now, duly inspired and my fingers well oiled, I am shutting off
Facebook, turning away from email and setting up in the blocks in today’s race
for word count.
When you hit a writing funk, what fires up your gritty nature and sends
you back to the keyboard?
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
WHICH AGENT?
I
have yet to publish a novel with my name on the cover. With nonfiction, I contracted to write a
literary cookbook only to have it fall through when the photographer backed
out. But my work has been represented. I’m the exception to the cliché about it being
harder to get an agent than a contract with a publishing house.
Hooking up through conference pitches and query letters, eight agents have offered to represent my work. I turned down some of those opportunities. Roll your eyes. I know. This is not to brag, but to establish my credibility on the topic of finding an agent.
Hooking up through conference pitches and query letters, eight agents have offered to represent my work. I turned down some of those opportunities. Roll your eyes. I know. This is not to brag, but to establish my credibility on the topic of finding an agent.
Here
are my suggestions for those of you who are ready to have help in selling your
book.
When you pitch yourself and your book to an agent, be sure to target the right one. Many factors will determine which will be your best advocate.
Be sure they represent your genre. This doesn’t only mean he likes the genre, although you want your agent to be passionate about your mystery, which may be challenging for one who doesn’t like mysteries. It means he’s sold them before and will have connections to editors that acquire them. If you write in more than one genre, as I do, you may be better off getting an agent who is part of an agency that is large enough to represent a variety of genres.

The large Jane Dystel agency represented my cookbook for a year and later a celebrity memoir I was ghostwriting.
If your agent is part of a larger group and is eager to sell your romance novel but doesn’t represent
cookbooks, she can pass your cookbook to a partner.
Kathleen Anderson
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One of my agents, Kathleen Anderson, didn’t have connections for
my cookbook but had had tremendous success with mainstream novels like
mine. Because she didn't have a partner to pass my nonfiction to, my
cookbook sat stagnant.
Another agent, Lilly Ghahremani, knew about that cookbook and wanted to sell it for me, but Kathleen wanted to represent all my work and believed it would be complicated if one publishing house had to bargain with two different agents on two different projects. In retrospect, I should have signed a one book contract with each of them so my genres would get equal attention.
There are other reasons to consider the size of an agency. Big agencies are sometimes less attentive, their time spread thin, devoted more to their established authors. On the other hand, big, well-established agencies have reputations that get their clients taken seriously. The newcomers in that big agency may be the ones that are easier to pitch to and get a response. They are still growing their clientele.
Consider too, what kind of attention you need. You’ll likely get more attention from a small, boutique, or individual agent. That doesn’t mean every smaller agency will want to hold your hand through your divorce—though I’ve heard some agents do that. It means you may have hour-long conversations about that POV fix you need to tackle or how to use Twitter before your book is even bought. It may, as it did for me once, mean she’ll actually show up to meet you at your home. Don’t count on that though, the visit usually happens the other way around.
Ten
years ago I would have suggested getting a NY agent. That is no longer necessary. Kristen Nelson represents Jamie Ford (Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet),
Hugh Howey (Wool) and other
bestsellers. She’s in Denver.
Check
the acknowledgments in successful books in your genre. Which agents are mentioned? If a book is very similar to yours, you may
want to avoid querying that agent. They
typically don’t want two of their books to compete.
Do
your homework at online sites such as Predators and Editors, Query Tracker, and
Absolute Write. Then make your list.
Don’t
send out 100s of queries at once. Send
to a few choice agents, wait as long as they suggest on their websites, check
in politely once after that, then move on.
If you get individualized feedback, that is not to be discounted. It took him time to personalize. He may be interested in your work after a
good edit or perhaps willing to look at your next project. Pay close attention to what he and others
have written to you. If actionable
feedback is consistent among them (couldn’t buy into this character, story
didn’t seem big enough, the situation was not believable), take it
seriously. But don’t be surprised if the
response is generic and unhelpful (just isn’t my thing, can’t imagine who I’d
sell this to, great writing but I’ll pass on this). They are busy people. Their job isn’t to educate you. It’s to serve their current clients and
snatch up new ones they can sell.
Whether
it is 2 or 20 you are querying, never address your email (or snail mail) to
Dear Agent. Always personalize including
a first line about why you chose her to query.
“We spoke at the Pikes Peak Writers Conference….” “I saw you represented one of my favorite
books….” “Because of your success in
representing hard science fiction…” This
shows you’ve done your homework, that you aren’t just blanketing the world of
agents with a desperate call for help.
Limit
your queries to only one agent in an agency.
Imagine the confusion that could ensue if two people in one agency
decide to offer representation. Plus
they often do get together to discuss queries.
Donald Maas says his agents sit around a table once a week and go through
queries committee style. If your query
pops up twice, it will, at best, seem as if you weren’t targeting a specific
agent. Wait a couple of months, then you
can approach another agent within that agency.
Finding
an agent who will work for you and your book takes a bit of homework and a lot
of common sense. What would you add to
my list of things to consider when choosing a literary agent?
- From the Inkpot
Friday, July 25, 2014
I Blame my Brothers
I recently flew to Nashville
and thought I would download a couple of ebooks onto my phone to
read while on my trip. I perused many
options (you can't have too many books!), added a dozen or so to my wish list,
and eventually selected a zombie apocalypse novel and a new mystery based on
the world of Peter Wimsey created by Dorothy Sayers.
Then I sat back and laughed. At myself. Zombies and post WWII England! Could just as easily have been high fantasy and literary fiction.
I really do blame my brothers. When I was young, in the summer I regularly took the bus to the library, often with my brothers and sister. Books, books, books! I was in Heaven! We could each check out five books, and after I read mine I would then dip into those my brothers and sister brought home. I didn't care that the books were typically above my reading level or what genre they selected. Didn't matter one whit. I consumed those books! Pirates, pioneers, prisoners, or pomp (and circumstance). Fairy tales, adventures, science fiction, or romance. I relished each and every one.
Many years ago, when asked about my favorite books and the genres I preferred, I had great difficulty settling on just one or two. I read and enjoy them all. Sure, there's the occasional horror that's just too specific in its gore or torture scenes and I turn away, but that's a specific book, not the entire genre. And yes, too much technical lingo in a military thriller will sometimes make my eyes glaze over, but if I care about the characters I read on. And on, and on, and on.
So I want to thank my brothers and sister. I hold them responsible for not only improving my reading skills but opening my eyes to so many genres. And for sharing their books.
~ Folio
Then I sat back and laughed. At myself. Zombies and post WWII England! Could just as easily have been high fantasy and literary fiction.
I really do blame my brothers. When I was young, in the summer I regularly took the bus to the library, often with my brothers and sister. Books, books, books! I was in Heaven! We could each check out five books, and after I read mine I would then dip into those my brothers and sister brought home. I didn't care that the books were typically above my reading level or what genre they selected. Didn't matter one whit. I consumed those books! Pirates, pioneers, prisoners, or pomp (and circumstance). Fairy tales, adventures, science fiction, or romance. I relished each and every one.
Many years ago, when asked about my favorite books and the genres I preferred, I had great difficulty settling on just one or two. I read and enjoy them all. Sure, there's the occasional horror that's just too specific in its gore or torture scenes and I turn away, but that's a specific book, not the entire genre. And yes, too much technical lingo in a military thriller will sometimes make my eyes glaze over, but if I care about the characters I read on. And on, and on, and on.
So I want to thank my brothers and sister. I hold them responsible for not only improving my reading skills but opening my eyes to so many genres. And for sharing their books.
~ Folio
Monday, July 21, 2014
WRITER OF THE YEAR!
Hooray Sister Shannon (AKA Nib)!
Shannon won RMFW Writer of the Year!
A good time (and champagne) was had by all Saturday at the comfy BookBar in Denver.
A rowdy crowd of RMFW members were there to celebrate
along with fellow nominees
Christine Jorgensen (who was also nominated for a Colorado Book Award this year)
and
Terry Wright (a long time contributor to the organization and small publisher)
Talented writers all!
Congratulations!
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Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Can't We All Just Get Along?
by Nib
“You’re
an idiot!”
Those
terrible words slam over my six foot backyard fence. The irate holler is
followed by a tone so filled with disgust it singes my skin. “Get your ass over
here. Put that down.”
I
am paralyzed. The scene I was working on vanishes from my mind’s eye and my
breath catches.
“You
stupid moron!”
A
young voice, that of Aiden, my eight year-old neighbor, whines back in argument
and what follows is five minutes of the grandfather and grandson sniping at
each other with the “adult” flinging out more name-calling.
This
scene plays out roughly once a week. I’ve only lived here for eight months and
I’m sure this has been going on for a long time. The conflict isn’t confined to
this one relationship. Three generations living next door wage frequent battle
where I may not be able to overhear words but the tone is evident.
It
stops me dead every time. I have a visceral reaction. My breath stutters, my
heart races, my skin grows clammy. I’ve always hated conflict. Even as a kid,
while my brother and sister clashed over any number of childhood problems, I’d
be in the corner crying.
Why
can’t my neighbors be nice to each other? Speak with kindness, encourage each
other, especially Aiden?
I
won’t guarantee Aiden isn’t an idiot. He might or might not be—he’s climbed our
fence and done malicious mischief in our backyard, he dug a hole under a tree
in the front, he threw rocks through our neighbor’s garage windows, and flung a
case of empty jars against the fence in the alley shattering glass outside our
yard. Obviously, he’s a troubled kid with needs I can only guess at. But I can’t
imagine telling him that’s he’s a moron or an idiot will improve his IQ or his
behavioral problems. I might even go so far as to say that kind of verbal
battering might actually be at the root of the problem.
As
disturbing as that situation is, and believe me, I am not making light of it,
it brought home a powerful personal message to me.
While
I was clenching my fists and teeth during one such episode, and thinking that
some kindness and gentleness might bring about more cooperation and greater
potential, a realization struck me. How often do I treat myself with that same
impatience and contempt?
I
know, we’re writers and a certain amount of that self-deprecating attitude with
a dollop of insecurity goes with the job description. But I’ve been
particularly abusive of myself lately. Whatever the details of my shortcomings,
it all amounts to me calling myself a stupid moron and telling me to get my ass
to my computer and write decent stuff.
Maybe
it’s time I treat myself with the same encouragement and pride I wish for
Aiden. Instead of tossing aside the colorful crayon picture and focusing on the
failing report card, I ought to pin the picture to the refrigerator and shrug
over the F, promising that failure isn’t permanent and I will succeed if I keep
trying.
Nothing
good comes of negative talk, even if it’s only going on between my ears. So I’m
making a pledge to start speaking nicer to myself. I’m going to treat me with
the same courtesy and respect I try to give to others. It couldn’t hurt. It
might help.
What
kind of encouraging things do you do for yourself?
If
you’ve got a moment, send a special thought into the universe for Aiden. And
even if it’s only for today, be kind to yourself.
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Friday, July 11, 2014
One Man's Junk... Subjectivity
My personal essay, The Importance of a Penis, was a top 10 finalist in the Boulder Writers' Workshop Make Me Laugh Writing Contest. The final round was judged by legendary TV comedy writer Gene Perret. Ultimately I was invited to read the piece aloud earlier this year.
Red Line Magazine published the essay in their Power Issue number 5. http://issuu.com/tobyvaughan/docs/issue_5/37?e=8987750/5479993
It had made it through their screening process and was accepted for publication. Then the committee of writer/reader peers that put together the magazine reviewed each piece. My review was mostly negative, which is yet more proof to me that taste is subjective. The following is my first "bad" review of a published piece. My skin is already super-duper thick after so many years of being a writer, but it did surprise me to have a magazine pick up work despite what was considered flawed. It seems there were varying opinions about it. One more piece of evidence that opinions on the strength of writing can be subjective.
"Given that this is a book club with members accustomed to Chinese Traditions and Writings, the story felt hackneyed to some, heartfelt to others. Unfortunately the writing was staccato in style, more akin to disjointed pieces of text stuck together than the expected flow of a well-constructed short story. While the vocabulary and grammar lacked precision (for example, many of our readers were turned off by the author’s use of the word ‘hubby’) some of the analogies and descriptive language seemed unique. Although the basic premise of the story would be considered solid if indeed it reflected a personal experience, the author should have paid more attention to its pace and flow. There was general agreement the story lacked maturity in style and flow."
One's man junk is another man's entertaining story.
-- from the Inkpot
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