By Geri Foster
Hi All,
Aw, it's that time of the year, again. I'm sure many of you, like me, are very busy this season. I'd posted on Facebook that I would take next December off and I'm going to try to make that a reality.
Writing is such a mind thing that it's difficult to download our creative muse when we have so much partying and shopping and family to tend to. I know, it's hard to concentrate on plot when our brains are planning meals and our bodies are exhausted.
So, next year if you find me writing... remind me to stop and enjoy the season.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year's! Hope you have a very prosperous 2014!
Geri Foster
Friday, December 20, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
PASS THE BLACKEYES, PLEASE
In my last post, I talked about Thanksgiving and Christmas traditions. We've put the turkey leftovers in the freezer for future meals and decorated our homes with trees, real or artificial, holly, lights and baubles.
For our Christmas dinner, we plan to have ham, potato salad, macaroni and cheese, and baked beans. We will have a few days of leftover meals then we'll have a hambone to do something with. Yes, if you're from the South, you know what I'm planning don't you?

Our next tradition starts off the new year by having a pot of Black-eyed Peas cooked with hambone and potatoes. It’s a Southern Tradition to eat Black-eyed Peas on New Year’s Day for Good Luck and Prosperity. Black-eyed Peas symbolize wealth because they look like coins and Prosperity because they swell when cooked. Peas are typically served with Collard Greens, which represents money, and Cornbread, which represents gold.
While most every Southerner is able to tell you what they eat on New Year’s Day, few know the history behind why we eat these foods. I know I didn't know the whole story until I researched for this post. The tradition dates back to the Civil War. In November 1864, General William T. Sherman and his troops marched from the city of Atlanta towards Savannah. Known as Sherman’s March to the Sea, General Sherman ordered his troops to strip the land of all food, crops, and livestock and to destroy anything they could not carry away. The troops followed orders and the surviving Southerners were left with nothing but black-eyed peas.The Black-eyed Pea supply was left completely intact, not as some sort of good-will gesture, but because they didn’t know people ate Black-eyed Peas. Since the Northern soldiers believed only cattle ate Black-eyed Peas and they had already either taken or eaten all of the cattle, they saw no need to destroy this crop. The peas saved thousands of Southerners from starvation and gave the South a Second Chance. The tradition grew to eat Black-eyed Peas on New Year’s Day for Good Luck and Prosperity.
Now, my mother had her own rules for eating, what we as kids called, the dreaded pea. We could eat one spoonful or, if that was too much, at least one pea. I think my brother might have stretched that to one-half. I happen to love the sassy little legume, but, after having children of my own, I understood why she amended the folklore. Mother, who was very superstitious, was going to make sure we ate a pea. She told us if we ever missed eating one on New Years Day, there was a three day grace period. I just want to say that I dearly loved my mom and, on New Years day, we will be having a bowl in her honor.
New Year Black Eyed Peas (allrecipes.com)
Original recipe makes 10 servings
Saturday, December 14, 2013
LET IT SNOW...NO, NO, PLEASE!
By Anna Jeffrey
GOOD GRIEF! Has anyone ever heard that song, “Let it Snow?”
After the past few days, it has new meaning for me. Mind you, I lived for a dozen years in the
far north where Zero and below were not uncommon temperatures in January and
February. But even in the far north, we never had weather quite like it has
been in North Central Texas the past week. At least we could get out of the house and get around town. Snow you can contend with. Sleet? It’s
just nasty!
Good weather for reading and writing though. Unfortunately I didn’t
get much of either done. What I got done mostly was marketing. I’m putting that
necessity into the same category as sleet.
One of the things I do enjoy about the cold weather is
sleeping. In the summer months I do not sleep well because I can never get cool
enough. Give me a twenty-five-degree night and I can catch up on all of my lost
sleep.
And that brings me to my current WIP. I’m kind of stuck at
Chapter 15. It’s a pivotal chapter in which the hero and heroine experience separate
epiphanies. They each make decisions that will change their lives and take them
in unplanned directions. I’ve thought I had it two or three times, but then
lying in bed half-asleep in the early mornings, all toasty and warm (that’s
when I do most of my writing), something always has cropped up to take me in a
new direction. Consequently, I’ve rewritten the chapter about six times now.
I’m at a stage again where I think I’ve got it. I hope so. I
need to move on and tell the rest of the story. This book is Book #2 of “The
Sons of Texas” trilogy. I had intended to get it on the market in June. Ah, the
best-laid plans, etc., etc…..
Speaking of books, I’ve uploaded onto Amazon a 3-ebook
bundle: THE LOVE OF A COWBOY, THE LOVE OF A STRANGER and THE LOVE OF A LAWMAN.
These 3 contemporary romances are set in Idaho where I lived a dozen years. I
combined 4 counties with which I was familiar and a few landmarks and created a
fictitious environment for those stories to happen.
Idaho is such a beautiful place, a writer doesn't have to make up much. Oddly, readers have written to me and told me they know
exactly where Callister and Cabell County are….But they assume too much. There are no such places. It’s all
fiction. The freedom of writing fiction is liberating.
By the time I post again, Christmas and New Years will be
behind us. I’m planning a quiet, no-drama holiday. I’m off work for both
Christmas Eve and New Years Eve as well as Christmas Day and New Years Day. So maybe
I’ll be able to get past Chapter 15 on that WIP.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Writer Withdrawals by Paty Jager
The sun is shining, the snow squeaks under my boots, and the thermometer is registering 0 degrees. It has been a tough couple of weeks at our ranch. The temperatures have hovered between -20 and 20. That makes it hard to get many things done inside because I spend so much time outside, making sure animals have feed and water.
Times like this I realize how much time I normally spend on the computer with writing and promoting. The last couple of weeks, I've mainly worked on promotion the moments I've been on the computer or checked out how friends and family are faring on Facebook.
Right now I'm have writer withdrawals.
Even though I was having trouble getting excited about the next book, I find not sitting down and cranking out the words has given me tics and made me nervous worrying about the next self-imposed deadline. Will I get this book done by my projected release date? I really need to do more research, but I haven't had time to sit down and dig into that either. I'm kind of in limbo with the weather and Christmas approaching. And going crazy wishing for time to write!
Focus! That's what I tell myself when I come in out of the cold with tingling cheeks, dried out lips and numb fingers. But by the time I drink a hot cup of tea and thaw out, there is one more household chore that needs done, then I can sit down to the computer. But no, the cows are huddling around the water trough or pond, it must have frozen over again. Time to don the insulated overalls, heavy coat, stocking cap, boots and gloves and break the ice open.
My thoughts right now are on talking my hubby into selling the cattle this month, so we can spend a week somewhere warm in January or February. Oh, please, from my blue lips to God's ears!
Maybe then I can take care of my writing withdrawals and actually get something written!
Merry Christmas! May you enjoy family, friends, and stay warm!
www.patyjager.net
www.patyjager.blogspot.com
Times like this I realize how much time I normally spend on the computer with writing and promoting. The last couple of weeks, I've mainly worked on promotion the moments I've been on the computer or checked out how friends and family are faring on Facebook.
Right now I'm have writer withdrawals.
Even though I was having trouble getting excited about the next book, I find not sitting down and cranking out the words has given me tics and made me nervous worrying about the next self-imposed deadline. Will I get this book done by my projected release date? I really need to do more research, but I haven't had time to sit down and dig into that either. I'm kind of in limbo with the weather and Christmas approaching. And going crazy wishing for time to write!
Focus! That's what I tell myself when I come in out of the cold with tingling cheeks, dried out lips and numb fingers. But by the time I drink a hot cup of tea and thaw out, there is one more household chore that needs done, then I can sit down to the computer. But no, the cows are huddling around the water trough or pond, it must have frozen over again. Time to don the insulated overalls, heavy coat, stocking cap, boots and gloves and break the ice open.
My thoughts right now are on talking my hubby into selling the cattle this month, so we can spend a week somewhere warm in January or February. Oh, please, from my blue lips to God's ears!
Maybe then I can take care of my writing withdrawals and actually get something written!
Merry Christmas! May you enjoy family, friends, and stay warm!
www.patyjager.net
www.patyjager.blogspot.com
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS…CELEBRATING FAITH, LIFE, CULTURE AND TRADITIONS FROM THE PAST TO THE PRESENT
By: Ashley Kath-Bilsky
The Holiday Season is here, which (for many of us) means a whirlwind of activity as we prepare to celebrate the holidays on a spiritual level as well as the family traditions we cherish that have been passed down from generation to generation. For me, at present, I don’t really feel as if I am in that whirlwind, but something more like suspended animation. I see so much that needs to be done to prepare for Christmas and New Year’s, but because I am recuperating from surgery, my busy schedule has been hampered.
Everything from decorating the house and setting up the Christmas tree, to baking cookies, mailing gifts, and even enjoying a nice mug of tea (or hot chocolate) as I focus on my writing has been put on hold. I do have some elves that have promised to help me get the tree and decorations in order, but right now they are preoccupied with ‘semester finals’.
Today is actually my first day back on the computer since my surgery last Wednesday, and that’s only because I suddenly remembered I have a blog to write. So, I hope you won’t mind if I use this time to re-post an article I wrote back in 2011, specifically about the Scots tradition of Hogmanay (or New Year’s) and how much it means to me and my family.
When it comes to welcoming the New Year, the actual date and customs practiced for celebrating the holiday often depend upon one’s heritage, culture and religion, as well as what calendar you follow. For most of the world, December 31st is New Year’s Eve – a day often spent in merriment as we bid farewell to the passing year and celebrate the dawning of a New Year with optimism and good wishes. The United States is comprised of so many people from diverse cultures, faiths, and traditions. We may not all celebrate the holiday of Christmas, but we all celebrate the beginning of a New Year. Since, as my friends know, I am extremely proud of my Scots ancestry, my family embraces the highland tradition of Hogmanay!
Meaning the “last day of the year”, Hogmanay is an old, much loved custom in the highlands of Scotland. It dates back to the celebration of the Winter Solstice among the Norse yet also encompasses Gaelic customs used at Samhein. Much of Scotland’s traditions and customs are often intertwined with those of the Norse. When one remembers many people of Scots heritage are descendants of Vikings who crossed the North Sea to invade Scotland, it is not surprising in the least to see Norse influence still in existance in the culture and traditions of Scotland.
The customs practiced at Hogmanay begin at dawn on New Year's Eve. After a small breakfast, Scottish homes are cleaned from top to bottom until spotless. Items are placed about to convey what you would like to have happen in the New Year, i.e., coins for prosperity and symbols for health, love, and protection.
When the clock strikes midnight, windows and doors are opened to welcome the New Year, and a feast is set for all to enjoy. And I mean "all". No one is turned away. And since it is a tradition for adults to go door-to-door singing or shouting Hogmanay, quite a crowd could be expected...which brings me to the Scots tradition of "first footing".
Basically, first-footing is the first person who crosses your threshold after midnight on New Year's Day. Traditionally, he or she should come bearing gifts such as: salt, shortbread (yum!), whisky, and a black bun (the dense, rich Scottish fruitcake). Another one of my favorites is the Clootie Dumpling, a dessert pudding made with flour, sugar, sultanas, currants, spices, and treacle.
The gifts are supposed to bring luck to the house and family in the New Year. Naturally, in return, food and drink are offered to your guests. It can become quite the Céilidh or party as everyone who wants to be the first-footer shows up and you have a house full of guests – and lots of delicious goodies. Oh, and if a tall, dark (preferably handsome) man is your first-footer, needless to say that brings the best luck of all! Makes you wonder if whomever invented this tradition was a romance writer, doesn’t it? On the other hand, should a fairhaired man show up on your doorstep, the luck may not be so good, as they are a reminder of the Viking invaders. Hmmm.
Of course, no gathering would be complete without everyone singing Auld Lang Syne, the traditional New Year's anthem written by the famous Scottish poet, Robert Burns. And lest you think I jest about the level of merriment and partying for Hogmanay, the day after New Year's, January 2nd, is also a holiday in Scotland...no doubt a much appreciated day to recover from overindulgence.
Among the most popular traditions upheld today are the torchlight processions throughout the highlands. For example, in Edinburgh, you might see an assortment of Vikings and Scottish highlanders dragging a Viking warship as they lead a group of 15,000 people bearing individual flaming torches. Accompanied by pipers, they walk from historic Parliament Square on the Old Town's Royal Mile, down the Mound, along Princes Street and Waterloo Place, and up to the ancient Edinburgh meeting ground Calton Hill. Phew! Talk about a hike. Most cities, towns and villages in the highlands will all have a torchlight procession, which culminates with everyone igniting a roaring bonfire and usually features a grand fireworks display.
The bonfire itself has a long history and great importance at Hogmanay. It represents everything from the Sun and the driving away of evil spirits, to how light will always conquer the darkness, and the belief that the bonfire will secure happiness and luck in the New Year. The bigger the bonfire, the better the luck. In fact, great care has always been taken to ensure the bonfire would not go out. Since everyone in the towns and villages would each carry a torch to light the bonfire, certain sure that the tradition must be upheld by the entire community, it would be a terrible omen of bad luck should the bonfire go out before sunrise.
Although each country may have its own special New Year’s Eve customs according to its culture and heritage, at midnight with the tolling of church bells and the echoing from clock towers, music, merriment, and fireworks are held all over the world. From Sydney, Australia to Paris, France, from London, England to Stockholm, Sweden and Copenhagen, Denmark, hundreds of thousands of people gather together in public settings to welcome the New Year.
One of the most famous gatherings takes place at Times Square in New York City. Each year, a Waterford crystal ball begins to make its slow descent at 11:59 pm. Far below its lofty height, people join in unison to count down the final moments until the New Year officially begins.
People have gathered in Times Square to celebrate New Year's Eve as far back as 1904, but it was not until 1907 that the New Year's Eve Ball first made its appearance from the top of a flagpole at One Times Square. Except for 1942 and 1943, Times Square and the New Year's Eve ball ceremony have never failed to mark the New Year.
Of course, not everyone celebrates New Years with crowds and noise, and the closest they get (or ever want to get) to festivities like Times Square is watching it on television. The truth is, there are many who prefer to embrace the peace and quiet of being by hearth and home. You may live alone and enjoy sitting by the fireside with a good book and a glass of wine. Or, you may prefer staying home, close to loved ones, where you can reflect, remember, and celebrate the dawning of a New Year as a nearby clock strikes twelve.
But whatever way you celebrate the New Year, I hope that 2014 brings you good health and happiness, peace and prosperity, and renewed faith in the hope and promise that tomorrow always brings. Thanks for stopping by, and I wish you all Bliadhna Mhath Úr or Happy New Year!
Slà inte! ~ AKB
Everything from decorating the house and setting up the Christmas tree, to baking cookies, mailing gifts, and even enjoying a nice mug of tea (or hot chocolate) as I focus on my writing has been put on hold. I do have some elves that have promised to help me get the tree and decorations in order, but right now they are preoccupied with ‘semester finals’.
Today is actually my first day back on the computer since my surgery last Wednesday, and that’s only because I suddenly remembered I have a blog to write. So, I hope you won’t mind if I use this time to re-post an article I wrote back in 2011, specifically about the Scots tradition of Hogmanay (or New Year’s) and how much it means to me and my family.
When it comes to welcoming the New Year, the actual date and customs practiced for celebrating the holiday often depend upon one’s heritage, culture and religion, as well as what calendar you follow. For most of the world, December 31st is New Year’s Eve – a day often spent in merriment as we bid farewell to the passing year and celebrate the dawning of a New Year with optimism and good wishes. The United States is comprised of so many people from diverse cultures, faiths, and traditions. We may not all celebrate the holiday of Christmas, but we all celebrate the beginning of a New Year. Since, as my friends know, I am extremely proud of my Scots ancestry, my family embraces the highland tradition of Hogmanay!
Meaning the “last day of the year”, Hogmanay is an old, much loved custom in the highlands of Scotland. It dates back to the celebration of the Winter Solstice among the Norse yet also encompasses Gaelic customs used at Samhein. Much of Scotland’s traditions and customs are often intertwined with those of the Norse. When one remembers many people of Scots heritage are descendants of Vikings who crossed the North Sea to invade Scotland, it is not surprising in the least to see Norse influence still in existance in the culture and traditions of Scotland.
The customs practiced at Hogmanay begin at dawn on New Year's Eve. After a small breakfast, Scottish homes are cleaned from top to bottom until spotless. Items are placed about to convey what you would like to have happen in the New Year, i.e., coins for prosperity and symbols for health, love, and protection.
When the clock strikes midnight, windows and doors are opened to welcome the New Year, and a feast is set for all to enjoy. And I mean "all". No one is turned away. And since it is a tradition for adults to go door-to-door singing or shouting Hogmanay, quite a crowd could be expected...which brings me to the Scots tradition of "first footing".
Basically, first-footing is the first person who crosses your threshold after midnight on New Year's Day. Traditionally, he or she should come bearing gifts such as: salt, shortbread (yum!), whisky, and a black bun (the dense, rich Scottish fruitcake). Another one of my favorites is the Clootie Dumpling, a dessert pudding made with flour, sugar, sultanas, currants, spices, and treacle.
The gifts are supposed to bring luck to the house and family in the New Year. Naturally, in return, food and drink are offered to your guests. It can become quite the Céilidh or party as everyone who wants to be the first-footer shows up and you have a house full of guests – and lots of delicious goodies. Oh, and if a tall, dark (preferably handsome) man is your first-footer, needless to say that brings the best luck of all! Makes you wonder if whomever invented this tradition was a romance writer, doesn’t it? On the other hand, should a fairhaired man show up on your doorstep, the luck may not be so good, as they are a reminder of the Viking invaders. Hmmm.
Of course, no gathering would be complete without everyone singing Auld Lang Syne, the traditional New Year's anthem written by the famous Scottish poet, Robert Burns. And lest you think I jest about the level of merriment and partying for Hogmanay, the day after New Year's, January 2nd, is also a holiday in Scotland...no doubt a much appreciated day to recover from overindulgence.
Among the most popular traditions upheld today are the torchlight processions throughout the highlands. For example, in Edinburgh, you might see an assortment of Vikings and Scottish highlanders dragging a Viking warship as they lead a group of 15,000 people bearing individual flaming torches. Accompanied by pipers, they walk from historic Parliament Square on the Old Town's Royal Mile, down the Mound, along Princes Street and Waterloo Place, and up to the ancient Edinburgh meeting ground Calton Hill. Phew! Talk about a hike. Most cities, towns and villages in the highlands will all have a torchlight procession, which culminates with everyone igniting a roaring bonfire and usually features a grand fireworks display.
The bonfire itself has a long history and great importance at Hogmanay. It represents everything from the Sun and the driving away of evil spirits, to how light will always conquer the darkness, and the belief that the bonfire will secure happiness and luck in the New Year. The bigger the bonfire, the better the luck. In fact, great care has always been taken to ensure the bonfire would not go out. Since everyone in the towns and villages would each carry a torch to light the bonfire, certain sure that the tradition must be upheld by the entire community, it would be a terrible omen of bad luck should the bonfire go out before sunrise.
Although each country may have its own special New Year’s Eve customs according to its culture and heritage, at midnight with the tolling of church bells and the echoing from clock towers, music, merriment, and fireworks are held all over the world. From Sydney, Australia to Paris, France, from London, England to Stockholm, Sweden and Copenhagen, Denmark, hundreds of thousands of people gather together in public settings to welcome the New Year.
One of the most famous gatherings takes place at Times Square in New York City. Each year, a Waterford crystal ball begins to make its slow descent at 11:59 pm. Far below its lofty height, people join in unison to count down the final moments until the New Year officially begins.
People have gathered in Times Square to celebrate New Year's Eve as far back as 1904, but it was not until 1907 that the New Year's Eve Ball first made its appearance from the top of a flagpole at One Times Square. Except for 1942 and 1943, Times Square and the New Year's Eve ball ceremony have never failed to mark the New Year.
Of course, not everyone celebrates New Years with crowds and noise, and the closest they get (or ever want to get) to festivities like Times Square is watching it on television. The truth is, there are many who prefer to embrace the peace and quiet of being by hearth and home. You may live alone and enjoy sitting by the fireside with a good book and a glass of wine. Or, you may prefer staying home, close to loved ones, where you can reflect, remember, and celebrate the dawning of a New Year as a nearby clock strikes twelve.
But whatever way you celebrate the New Year, I hope that 2014 brings you good health and happiness, peace and prosperity, and renewed faith in the hope and promise that tomorrow always brings. Thanks for stopping by, and I wish you all Bliadhna Mhath Úr or Happy New Year!
Slà inte! ~ AKB
Sunday, December 8, 2013
What Is Your Reading or Writing Weather?
The weatherman forecasted ice and lots of it for days ahead of the ice storm here in Dallas.
My first thoughts: No problem, I have a computer and I'll spend the weekend inside starting my next WIP. Right?
Wrong!
After spending several days inside hibernating with the family during our ice storm this weekend in Dallas, I have exactly one paragraph written.
I can't focus on anything but what's in the kitchen! I've raided the fridge and everything else in sight.
Grateful that we managed to keep electricity, I surfed the web, played on Facebook and even wore out the Lifetime channel, but nothing provided inspiration.
So, I picked up my iPad and finished Fling, an anthology that I'd started earlier in the week. It's a great read and I highly recommend it. I found it inspiring for my current WIP.
Disappointed that I had valuable time to write and couldn't make good on my commitment, the question arises as to what exactly is your Reading or Writing weather.
Is it snowed in like we are right now? Trapped, with the knowledge that life outside has come to almost a complete pause?
Or, are you the kind like me apparently, that needs movement to energize your brain?
I suddenly realized that my brain shut down with the rest of the world. Lacked inspiration! Lacked mobility.
When I retreat to my writing cave, the window by my desk still satisfies my need to see movement with the neighbors coming and going or the school children passing by. That's subconscious movement.
When I write outdoors on the patio, the waterfall is so soothing, but 23 degrees is too cold to sit outside, even with a fire in the chiminea. I tried, but I couldn't hang!
Where do you enjoy reading and writing? Does the change in weather bring you inspiration or bog you down like me?
I'm grateful for the time with the family and even had a good time laughing at them with their attempt at TUBBING.
Nope, that is not a typo. Our kids were actually using a storage tub to ride behind the truck. I clearly have to say, DON'T try this at home.
Here's the video of them acting like idiots. Seems that I'm not the only one that is house crazy. No, I didn't try it.
My first thoughts: No problem, I have a computer and I'll spend the weekend inside starting my next WIP. Right?
Wrong!
After spending several days inside hibernating with the family during our ice storm this weekend in Dallas, I have exactly one paragraph written.
I can't focus on anything but what's in the kitchen! I've raided the fridge and everything else in sight.
Grateful that we managed to keep electricity, I surfed the web, played on Facebook and even wore out the Lifetime channel, but nothing provided inspiration.
So, I picked up my iPad and finished Fling, an anthology that I'd started earlier in the week. It's a great read and I highly recommend it. I found it inspiring for my current WIP.
Disappointed that I had valuable time to write and couldn't make good on my commitment, the question arises as to what exactly is your Reading or Writing weather.
Is it snowed in like we are right now? Trapped, with the knowledge that life outside has come to almost a complete pause?
Or, are you the kind like me apparently, that needs movement to energize your brain?
I suddenly realized that my brain shut down with the rest of the world. Lacked inspiration! Lacked mobility.
When I retreat to my writing cave, the window by my desk still satisfies my need to see movement with the neighbors coming and going or the school children passing by. That's subconscious movement.
When I write outdoors on the patio, the waterfall is so soothing, but 23 degrees is too cold to sit outside, even with a fire in the chiminea. I tried, but I couldn't hang!
Where do you enjoy reading and writing? Does the change in weather bring you inspiration or bog you down like me?
I'm grateful for the time with the family and even had a good time laughing at them with their attempt at TUBBING.
Nope, that is not a typo. Our kids were actually using a storage tub to ride behind the truck. I clearly have to say, DON'T try this at home.
Here's the video of them acting like idiots. Seems that I'm not the only one that is house crazy. No, I didn't try it.
I hope that you and your family are warm and dry during this winter blast and that the time indoors has been good for you, whether that be spending precious time with family, reading, writing, knitting or catching up on your long winter's nap!
Thank you for stopping by and reading my ramblings!
Until next time, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Hugs,
DeLaine
DeLaine Roberts
Find me at:
Twitter: @delaineroberts
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Evolution of a book: MUCH ADO ABOUT MINERS by Jacquie Rogers
Evolution of a Book
I’m in the final editing stages of Much Ado About Miners, the fourth book in the Hearts of Owyhee series. I have the cover, back cover copy (lame, but something to work with), and the copy edits back from my editor. So today, I thought I’d write about the process of creating a novel.
You don’t just write a book. That was probably the biggest surprise of all to me when I first started this gig. The story in your mind won’t always make sense. The scene you love the most rarely plays out the want you saw it. The post-draft stage is a lot of work, sort of like Heartbreak Hill in a marathon. And no one can tell you how to do it all—but I can tell you how this book came about.
First a caveat. Every time I think I know how to write a book, the next one is different. And now to the nitty gritty.
Idea
Every writer gets ideas in a unique way, and usually not the same way all the time. Do the characters come first, or the plot, or the world of the story? My answer: Yes. All come in one flash, then I have to winnow out the details. I get at least one character and a situation in the story world. Then it’s a matter of getting to know that character, who the other players are, and why they’re in that particular situation. And off we go on a new adventure.
Idea for Much Ado About Miners
Iris Gardner is held up again (same beginning as Much Ado About Marshals, only on the page this time), and shoots a man who was actually trying to help. This man is Kade McKinnon.
Most writers start too soon and have to chop off the first two chapters. I generally start too late and have to add the first chapter. So the scene in my vision is not generally the opening scene, although in this case it actually is. But wait—it’s not time to write yet!
Characters make the book
First I have to develop the characters, because there’s no point in writing a word if I don’t know how the players will react to a dilemma. Actually, it’s more a matter of getting acquainted than developing. When I first started writing, I’d pick and choose from a list of various physical, social, and psychological traits that would suit the story I had in mind. In the process, I buried the character that came with that first flash of an idea, then along about chapter three, things would come to a grinding halt. That’s because I was manipulating my characters to suit my idea of how things ought to go, so the characters couldn’t tell their story.
So how do I get acquainted? First, I figure out the year the hero (yes, the hero nearly always comes to me first) was born, because the economics and politics of his growing-up years provide a framework for his world viewpoint. Then, with my eyes closed, I channel the character’s thoughts as if he were writing his own autobiography. That’s how his voice comes to me, as well as a few surprises along the way that I’d never thought of. In the refining process, I learn about his family and their attitudes toward him, and maybe a few personality-defining events. And last, I figure out what body type would go along with all this, and sometimes that surprises me, too.
Characters in Much Ado About Miners
Kade McKinnon, born in 1857, was also raised in Virginia City, so in a way, this is a reunion story, even though Iris left before courting age. Kade is a second son, always overshadowed by his perfect older brother, Bram. Kade didn’t do well in school but excelled in marksmanship, horseshoeing, and tactics. Women love him but he has never courted a respectable lady, and doesn’t intend to. His current business is Prospero Security Transport, specializing in armed escort of valuable shipments. He keeps that a secret, though, and is only known as a gunman.
Plot
Some writers plot each scene. I don’t—the first step is creating the story bones. It needs a beginning, a middle, and an ending. The beginning has to be life-changing. The middle has to be high action and in a romance, the two main characters should be in love even if they don’t admit it yet. And we know the ending is a Happily Ever After in a romance novel, but how that happens is a mystery. I write something down for the ending but not once in all the books I’ve written has it actually happened that way. Same for the dark moment, when all seems lost. Sometimes it seems so lost that I have no idea how I’m going to get my characters out of the mess.
Writing the book
This is a marathon. I start, and keep writing, and keep writing, and keep writing. Sometimes I worry that I’ll never have another original thought again. Most of my friends admit to this, and it happens to me at about page 75, and again around page 150. Writing can be a tough business and it’s hard to write humor when the author just got kicked in the teeth by a not-so-stellar review of another book, or low sales, or family tragedy. But you keep writing. And writing. This is the difference between authors and those who say they’re going to write a book someday.
Oh, the editor
If the editor doesn’t tweak me a bit, then she’s probably not digging deep enough to make the book the best it can be. In Miners, my editor has some issues that a western reader (she’s not) wouldn’t have. Now my dilemma is whether to water this thread down for a more general audience, or keep it as is. Are these editorial observations upsetting? Not at all. They used to annoy me, but now I realize that analyzing these things can’t hurt. Maybe I’ll make the changes, maybe I won’t, but most likely her comments will trigger something even better than either of us had thought of previously.
And speaking of editors—get one who’s qualified and experienced. I use Elizabeth Flynn, who has over thirty years of experience. She’s a genuine fur-lined editor, and she doesn’t charge any more than those who think they know grammar pretty well so they hang out their shingle.
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| Sleight of Heart |
So you don’t judge a book by its cover? Then why do you click on one thumbnail and not another on Amazon? Answer: because something about that particular cover draws you. While the writing is going on, we or our publisher has to get cover art. Mélange Publishing uses Stephen Walker. I use Dar Albert. Both are terrifically talented and do great work. Dar designed Much Ado About Miners, as she did all the Hearts of Owyhee books and Sleight of Heart. Deborah Macgillivray designed the cover for Down Home Ever Lovin’ Mule Blues.
I told you that the work was only half done once you write The End. Then the edited, polished, and proofread manuscript has to be formatted for Kindle, print, Smashwords, and any other platform you want to market your book. Yes, they’re all different. Yes, it all takes time. No, you can't be writing another book while you're formatting. Yes, you can hire it done, which is what I recommend. No, I don't hire out—I format mine myself. Yes, I should take my own advice.
Publicity
But wait! We’ve only begun, because while you’re editing the next book, starting a new book, there are hours and hours and hours of time spent on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest, blogging, and even actual facetime events such as speaking and booksignings. Paid advertising, whether the internet or print, takes time and money. And so the cycle goes.
I heard once that the definition of an entrepreneur was someone who worked sixteen hours a day so he didn’t have to get an eight-hour-a-day job. That pretty much describes an author’s life. Not exactly glamorous, but I do enjoy working in my PJs.
Much Ado About Miners will be released soon, so stay tuned! Meantime, if you haven’t read the first three books in the series, here are the links.
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