Wednesday, July 29, 2009

I'm Off To Oz...Australia

I leave tomorrow for Australia. It's me, the husband, my two boys, my two sisters and my nephew. Whoo hoo!!!

My youngest sister - the one who owns Uniquely Noted - just had her first baby, TODAY. 9.4 pounds of perfect little girl.

I bid you farewell, 8 followers, small though you are in number, huge you are appreciated for being...my 8 followers.

p.s. I got my super-awesome-I-really-love-this-new-WIP-it-is-seriously-the best-thing-I've-ever-written, book, all the way to page 111...in five days, people! Can you say, holla?!?!?!?

p.s.s. I really want to start an online critique group. Any takers?

Monday, July 27, 2009

The Breakup (and new hope)

I tried to make it work, honest. I spent hours and hours and hours thinking about it. I talked about it. I talked to it. I journaled my feeling about it. Spent money on it. Researched ways to make it all work out.

But, I still had to break up with it.

It took me a long time to realize that things were not working out between us. Sometimes I can be so blind...or hopeful, whichever way you choose to look at it. Either way, it's so over.

For now.

I told it I would come back, someday. It cried. A lot. I didn't know what else to do.

Goodbye, old Work in Progress. Goodbye. I got you all the way to page 141. But, I had to cut ties. Swift and precise, you know, to make it less painful for it.

It really isn't you, it's me. Can we still be friends?

No?

Why?

Oh, who told you about that?

Well, aren't you happy for me? I found love again. Real love. Love like the first time.

Stop crying. No, really, stop crying, you're turning into paper mache.

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Yes, it's true, I'm in love again, with my brand new WIP. I cooked this baby up way back in January at the SCBWI conference in NYC. After the messy breakup, I went through a day of mourning...and scouring. I looked through all of my gazillion notebooks piled up right next to my desk, and I found my NYC scribblings. It was like the creative writing gods zapped my brain with freshaliscious goodness.

That was two days ago and I'm already on page 41 of this new WIP. And I'm LOVING IT, LOVING IT, LOVING IT. You know what they say, you can't stop true love...

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Being Happy is a Good Thing

My mother-in-law just sent this to me - she's the best. Anyway, this makes me happy. Really happy. I'll admit it, I cried. This makes me happy to be alive. And that's always good.

Enjoy...



Tuesday, July 21, 2009

An Anti-Email-Checking-Cure

Guess how many times I 'Looked at the Warts' today (checked my email)? Oh, I don't know, like about FORTY! I seriously lost count.

So much for the lovely story in my previous post.

I even tried closing Outlook as I worked on my WIP. Didn't work so well. I just re-opened it...and checked my email again.

I need an anti-email-checking-cure. Any other sufferers out there????

I did write 18 pages today though. But I'm totally stuck now - I guess that's fodder for another post...

Monday, July 20, 2009

Stop Looking At The Warts

I've got a true story to share...

There was a mom and her ten year old son. The son had many ugly warts on his hands; enough to be embarrassing for him. The mom tried every conventional option to make the warts go away with no luck. One day, the mom heard of a healer, a elderly man who prayed warts off, literally. She took her son to the healer.

Upon arrival, the man made a few things very clear to the mom and her son.

"You both must have faith that the warts will go away. If you don't have absolute faith, then you should go."

Both the mom and the boy agreed they had faith.

He continued with his important points, "The warts will not go away immediately, you will have to come back to me until they go away."

Both the mom and the boy agreed they would return to the man until the warts went away.

The prayer session began. The man asked both the mom and the boy to sit down and he then took one of the boy's hands and began to ever-so-gently rub one of his warts...and pray. The mom strained her ears to hear the actual prayer but the man wasn't praying for the boy or the mom's ears to hear. He moved onto another wart and kept praying.

After he prayed over and rubbed every wart on the boy's hands he announced he was done for the day. The boy immediately raised his hands to inspect his warts.

The man said, "Stop looking at the warts. You have to believe they will go away. When you look at those warts you give them the power. I do not want you to look at your warts anymore. Not even a glance. You must have faith that they will go away. Complete faith, remember?"

The boy shook his head in agreement. The mom said she wouldn't look at her son's warts either.

It was very, very hard for the boy and his mom to not check on those warts. Many times the boy would lift his hands to check and then remember the old man's instructions to not look at the warts. Once he even corrected his mom. He caught her spying his hands, trying to see if the warts were still there.

He said, "Mom! He told us to have faith. He said we have to believe the warts will go away."

She said it was so hard not to look.

After a few more healing sessions the man said, "Now you may look at your hands. Go ahead."

The warts were gone. Every single one, gone.

***I heard this story last week at my new job training. One of my colleagues was actually 'the mom' in the story. Straight away I internalized the story and made a personal connection to my life as a writer trying to get an agent...like so many of you out there.

We writers have to, 'stop looking at the warts' (checking our email incessantly for responses to our queries - checking the mailbox for snail mail responses - trolling the Internet for scraps of publishing news...something that will give us that edge). We writers have to switch our energy to believing it is going to happen. Just simply believe it is coming our way...the agent...the deal...the book on the shelf.

Stop looking at the warts and believe. I'm sure gonna try it...

Saturday, July 11, 2009

The Climb

Haven't posted in a while for a few reasons. First and foremost, I began training for my new job. I can sum that up in one word... WOW. The owner of the company, the founder, the brilliant educational mind, ran a four day teacher institute in which I participated...not as a teacher, but as a coach. She is the most revolutionary thinker I've ever heard speak, and I work for her! Again, wow.

Second reason for the long break between posts, I wanted to see what the book trailer would do for me. I've been putting a link to it at the bottom of my new query letters, and it worked, sort of. I got a request for a full from a pretty huge agency. I thought that request was it, the one. They rep the books that are very similar to mine - HUGELY successful books mind you. I thought it was a perfect match. The agent actually came to this blog, she told me so. That's pretty cool.

Yeah, the rejection on that full was not so cool. She read the whole book and gave me a detailed rejection (the only detailed rejection I've ever gotten - and it showed she really did read the whole book). While I respectfully disagree with her two reasons for not offering representation, I did appreciate the time she spent thinking about my book. She ended up saying I need to find an agent that will represent my book with enthusiasm just as it is. I so want that.

If you've followed my blog for a while, you know the special place cheesy pop music has in my heart. Now, I am not a Miley Cyrus fan, even though she is cheese at its finest. However, the very day I received that rejection, I watched her video for The Climb, and I was suddenly bawling my eyes out. No, I wasn't crying because I was actually watching a Miley Cyrus video as a full grown woman. I was crying at the words.

Yep, the words.

The words could be applied to any of us writers out there trying to land an agent - the words could be applied to any human being out there trying to do something gigantic and the odds are so against you.

It's all about the words. Onward and upward my fellow writers, onward and upward...

The Climb
lyricsSongwriters: Alexander, J; Mabe, J;

I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there's a voice inside my head saying"You'll never reach it"
Every step I'm taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking
But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I'm not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going
And I,
I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on'

Cause there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody's gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!

Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa
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