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Look Who’s Talking

Thursday, October 29th, 2009

When authors talk about Point of View (usually abbreviated as POV), we mean whose head are we in as we write the scene. Are we seeing things unfold from the heroine’s perspective? The hero’s? A secondary character? Writers hear all kinds of rules about POV, too. The most popular is write the scene from the POV of the character who has the most at stake.

That’s not how I choose whose head to be in when I write a scene because I don’t always know which character has the most at stake when I start a scene, and let’s face it, not all scenes have something at stake. At least not in the way that I interpret that.

So how do I decide which POV to write?

There are a few factors that can be quantified. Balance is a big one. If the two previous scenes are in the heroine’s POV, I’m going to lean toward doing the next in the hero’s head. If he cooperates. And considering the trouble my characters cause me all the time, it’s not a sure thing that he will.

The other factor I consider is the need for secrecy. :-) Some information needs to be kept away from the reader even after one of the characters knows it. In that case, if I have a scene that’s going to be skirting close to what I don’t want revealed, I’ll write in the other character’s point of view.

Sometimes I just go on instinct.

But the biggest consideration for me is which character is talking the scene in my head.

I hear my characters–their dialogue, their inner thoughts–and if I’m hearing my heroine run through a scene for me, I’m most likely to write it in her POV.

This doesn’t always work. In the story I’m working on now, I started the second scene of the third chapter in my hero’s head because I was seeing the later part of it through his eyes and because it would be more difficult technically to write the scene in my heroine’s POV.

The scene started out fine and then sputtered to a halt last Friday. I spent Saturday not getting anything accomplished, and the instant I turned out the lights and got into bed that night, I knew the problem was because I was in the wrong POV. I had to write the scene from my heroine’s perspective. I restarted the scene on Sunday and was tearing up the pages fast and furious all day and on Monday during my lunch hour at the Evil Day Job (EDJ), too. And then Monday evening I was stuck.

At first, I thought it was because I couldn’t remember where I was going with what I wrote hours earlier. I left off mid-scene, but not necessarily a good stopping point. I didn’t have much choice since the EDJ expects me to be back at my desk when lunch is over. I spent last night trying to figure out what I thought I was going to do and came up with no answers. I finally cut the last little bit I wrote with the intention of starting over today, saved the file, and went to bed.

And as soon as I turned out the light and got under the blankets, I realized I needed to switch to my hero’s POV. I even immediately knew the place where I needed to transition from her head to his.

Why didn’t I get this information hours earlier when I could have done something with it? Sigh.

But with this new epiphany, I cut what I had, rewrote it from my hero’s POV and finished the chapter. Yea!

Guest Blogger: Crystal Jordan

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

I have a guest blogger today, Crystal Jordan.

The first time I “met” Crystal was when she asked me to be part of a workshop on Science Fiction Romance at Romance Divas. That was in 2007, I think. Fast forward. We reconnected on Twitter, became friends. She’s funny, smart, insightful, and I’m lucky enough to count Crystal as one of my best book writing buddies.

For a more formal intro: Crystal Jordan writes award-winning erotic paranormal and futuristic romance for a variety of publishers including Kensington Aphrodesia, Harlequin Spice, Samhain, and Ellora’s Cave. Her latest release, Untamed from Aphrodesia, was released today! To read excerpts and find out more, visit Crystal’s website.

And now here’s Crystal:

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I love writing futuristic romance. Or, more specifically, futuristic erotic romance, which is how all my published futuristic work would be categorized. I’ve written both distant future with colonized planets and spaceships as well as near future post apocalyptic with some technology gained and some lost. I can’t say I have a definite preference, since they’re both a ton of fun to write!

My first experience with distant future romance was my novella “In Ice” in the anthology Sexy Beast V (which is followed by Carnal Desires in the same setting). The idea came from a lot of different places, but the two I have to give most of the credit to are Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern series and Robin D. Owens’s Celta series. (By the way, if you haven’t read these series, run, do not walk, to go buy them.) What I loved about these series was the concept of going so far into the future that you’d actually gone back to something reminiscent of an older Earth time period. For McCaffery, it’s medieval Europe…with dragons. For Owens, it’s a little Three Musketeers meets Celtic mythology. Both are phenomenal.

What I did in “In Ice” was go back to a cross between Inuit people and warring Scottish clans. With shape-shifting bears. Why? Because I like shape-shifters, and it seemed like an interesting twist I hadn’t read before. I got the idea for this world a long time ago, but it wasn’t until the shape-shifters came into the mix that it all gelled for me.

Then I tried my hand at post apocalypse with my new release Untamed. Everyone should try it at least once, right? Right?? Okay, maybe it’s just me. I have to say, it was totally worth it. I might even have liked it better than the distant future book (which I loved). I get most of my post apocalyptic inspiration from movies rather than books, and I have no idea why. But films like The Day After Tomorrow, Judgment Day, Children of Men, Road Warrior, and Blade Runner have sucked me in and made me wonder what would happen if war or famine or Mother Nature or technology made the world radically different from how it is now, and yet…people are still here, being people.

With Untamed, I went with the idea that biological warfare brought out the primal, beastly nature in humans and created—you guessed it—shape-shifters. Predator shape-shifters to be exact. So the world is half clean, new nanotechnology, and half gritty bombed out post-urban-warfare. Plus, inside every person lurks a dangerous animal just waiting to be unleashed. I had way too much fun with this story, let me tell you.

So, the thing I think I love best about writing futuristic romance (of any subgenre) is that the possibilities are pretty endless. If you can imagine the world would be one way in the future, then it could be. But then…it could be something totally different. You can really let your imagination run wild.

1776

Monday, October 26th, 2009

Last night, I watched 1776 a musical with William Daniels, Howard Da Silva, and Ken Howard. It’s actually one of my favorites, but that wasn’t what I planned on watching on an October weekend. Unfortunately, what I did plan to see left me bored, and after studying my DVD collection, this was the title that I felt like watching.

A strange thing occurred to me as I watched it. I suddenly remembered all the times I’d been asked: If you could meet anyone living or dead, who would it be? It’s a question that I’ve never had an answer for because I’m not into celebrity and I couldn’t think of anything else. Last night it dawned on me that I wish I could have gone back and talked to the founding fathers–John Adams, Ben Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, John Hancock, and the others.

Wouldn’t it be cool to travel back in time and sit in a corner to watch the Continental Congress debate independency? To find out first hand what they envisioned, what they were thinking?

I understand that the real men are unlikely to resemble the way they were portrayed in the musical, but I still think it would hugely interesting. Jefferson was in his early 30s. Adams his early 40s. And they were part of one hell of a creation.

And when I went to bed after it was over, I dreamed about aliens invading Earth and blowing things up ala Independence Day, another favorite movie. :-) I don’t know how my subconscious transposed a sweet musical with an ET invasion, but hey, at least it wasn’t dull.

Why’d You Write That?

Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

People sometimes ask me how I decide what to write or they ask why I haven’t written a particular story. The answer is the same for both–I write the characters that are talking the loudest.

To use an example to illustrate, I was writing In Twilight’s Shadow in 2007 when I saw a picture online and boom! Chaya showed up. It really does happen that fast and anything can cause a character to appear. Sometimes nothing happens and they still arrive. It’s the way it is. So Chaya showed up in 2007 and pulled at my attention, but I was on deadline and she had to wait.

Over the next two years, other characters talked louder. First Shona Blackwood from Edge of Dawn and then Kel Andrews from In the Darkest Night. I wrote their stories instead, but Chaya and her hero never left. Because of this, I knew I’d be writing them at some point, but I didn’t know when.

Then, after I finished Darkest Night, it was Chaya who was talking the loudest and I knew the time had finally come. Of course, over the two years, things morphed. Instead of being a stand-alone book, the hero’s two friends decided they had stories, too, and it became a trilogy with an arc over all three books. I also kept getting brief flashes of this hero and heroine and learning more about them.

That’s one of my favorite things–getting details from my h/h on who they are. When a set of characters pushes through the pack and grabs my attention (and if I’m not in the middle of another story), I go into a stage I call Pre Book. Pre Book is awesome. :-) At this point, my characters are pouring out information. It might not be about themselves, but it all helps somehow. Pre Book is also when I find pictures of my h/h, maybe their homes, maybe their cars, maybe other things. During Pre Book what I look for depends on how important said item is to the character. For Chaya, I had to find her car before I started the book, but I didn’t need to look for her home until after I’d started writing.

BTW, Pre Book can last anywhere from a week to a couple of months. It all depends. But from this point on, my characters are in my head constantly. That’s not an exaggeration, either. My h/h will be talking to me, showing me scenes, offering opinions every day and not just when I’m writing. Driving, showering, working at the Evil Day Job, anywhere, any time is fair game for them to come in and talk to me. Probably 10-20% of what I know about them makes it into a book. There’s just too much I’m told that is interesting to me and helps explain who the character is, but isn’t necessary for the story.

As an example, Chaya’s hero has two brothers. They might be mentioned in the book, but at this point, I’d be shocked if any of the details I know about them make it into the story. It doesn’t matter that I know a lot about his middle brother; unless it’s important to the book, it won’t go in. On the other hand, what happened to him while he was in the Middle East impacts him in a big way and that will play a role in the book.

After Pre Book, I start writing. This is more months with the characters, and if it’s a book I’m doing a proposal for, I write 3 chapters, wait till it sells, and then write the rest of the story. In those intervening months, the characters are still there and still sharing details, although if I’m working on something else, the new characters will be louder.

By the time I go through revisions and edits and the characters finally depart, I might have had them in my head for a year or more. For Chaya, I’ll have her and her hero in my head a minimum of three years.

I’m not complaining. I think it’s so cool to have people telling me stories, especially when I’m bored. I love spending time with my characters and I love getting to know them so well. For me, this is the biggest perk of being a writer.

After "The End"

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

From the time I wrote my first published story, I’ve always gotten scenes that happen after the book is over. I wish that I’d written them down because what I’ve seen on the earlier books has faded now and I don’t have a real good memory of what I was shown any longer. Why didn’t I write a brief scene with what I saw?

Good question. Part of it was being tired from all the writing I’d already done and that these were scenes I would never include in the book. Part of it was I was certain I’d never forget. Except that I didn’t factor in how many characters and scenes I would have after that particular book, including their after the book stuff and all the back stories on the characters. I know way, way more about each and every character than what goes in the books.

What has this churning for me right now is that the characters I’m working with at the moment are sharing nearly all scenes from after their story is over. Probably 90% worth. Another 9% is stuff from later in the story, which is totally not helping me with the beginning of their story. I’d be writing this down except that I’m busy trying to write the actual story. Maybe later. And this is no doubt where I’ll run into trouble with this because while it’s fresh in my mind, I’ll think I can do it later and then it will be vague.

Maybe, though, I should make more of an effort because it would be a cool feature for my website for people who want more of characters they’ve enjoyed spending time with.

Unfortunately, with the older books, it’s just too long gone now to be recreated. Here’s what I do remember:

Ravyn’s Flight: Ravyn and Damn have three boys. I’m afraid that’s all that’s left in my brain. Oh, and Stacey and Alex just have the one little girl.

The Power of Two: Cai’s father likes Jake, but it takes her mother a lot longer to warm up to him. She remained suspicious of him for a while.

Through a Crimson Veil: Sorry, I don’t remember any after the book stuff for Mika and Conor and this saddens me greatly.

Eternal Nights: A lot of this is tied in with Wyatt’s team. There are stories for Flare, Gravedigger, and the Z Man that I haven’t written. I hinted at some of this stuff in Troll’s story, which I wrote for The Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance. Troll is another member of Wyatt’s team.

The Light Warriors Series: (In the Midnight Hour, In Twilight’s Shadow, Edge of Dawn, and In the Darkest Night) These are grouped together because so much of the after the book interaction involves all four couples meeting and talking. You see, the Twilight Time prophecy is unfolding and the heroines of these books play pivotal roles. It’s natural that they’d meet, discuss things, and get to know each other. Their men are there, too, of course, also with important roles.

I really like the peek in to see how my characters are doing after the end. But seriously, I need to start writing what I see down. Soon.

Step By Step

Monday, October 19th, 2009

I’m not sure how it is for other writers, but for me, there are steps to a book feeling real. Simply writing a story, sending it to my editor, doing revisions, and edits isn’t enough to make it feel as if it’s a tangible thing. Maybe that’s why I get so excited at the little steps along the way that make it feel solid.

The first step is when I receive galleys. This is a test print of the book from the printer, a last chance to go over it and correct any errors. Because it’s a run off the printer, it looks like an unbound book, with 2 book pages on an 11 x 8.5 inch sheet of paper. Seeing my name, my book title, the copyright date, and my words all typeset is a big deal.

The second thing that makes a book feel tangible is when I receive a jpg of my book cover. It makes it even better when it’s a cover I think is great, like the one I received for In the Darkest Night. This is a pretty big step on my reality scale because no matter how many stories I wrote before I sold my first book, none of them had covers, they were my words and nothing else.

Not that it isn’t a big deal to finish a book–it is, because that is not an easy task–but I’d done that more than once before I sold. So yes, a cover makes it feel more like there is going to be an actual book. And when the cover is good, it’s also fun to share it with others, both online and with friends.

Step three to feeling real just happened this past week–my book went up for preorder on Amazon. Yes, you can now go and order your very own copy of In the Darkest Night. I need to go over there and post a little about the book so people have a blurb to go by, but I’ve been hard at work writing and haven’t taken the time.

BTW, Amazon is always the first of the online booksellers to post a new book listing so that’s why they get the shout out rather than BN.com, Borders, or BAMM. It is also exciting to see the book appear on these other sites, but it’s not as big a thrill as the first showing.

These steps are all helpful, but the book seriously doesn’t feel 100% tangible until I’m holding it in my hand. When my author copies first come, I walk around with a copy. I keep picking it up, opening it to scan this section or that. Usually I sit down and read the book when I first get it. It’s my chance to visit with my hero and heroine without having to work. At this point, it’s sheer enjoyment reading their story.

Or almost. I always find things that bug me in my own work like duplicate words that I missed the bazillion times I’ve gone through the manuscript. Mostly, though, I can cringe and move on because I love seeing my h/h again. I miss them when they leave.

BTW, when I received author copies of my first book back in 2002, I walked around with a copy everywhere I went for two weeks. That’s how long it took before I believed that I really had a book published. Sometimes when I read my work, it still feels hard to believe that my stories are right there for the world to share. How cool is that?

Confessions Of a Coffee-holic

Thursday, October 15th, 2009

My Twitter friends have heard me wax rhapsodic about coffee. I love it. Now.

Once upon a time, I didn’t drink coffee and didn’t understand how anyone could like the taste. I didn’t even like the aroma of brewing coffee back then, but I was taking thinks like Vivarin (basically a caffeine pill) to try and stay awake. But those damn things caused me to crash off the high, and not only was there no way to get it back even if I took another pill before I hit the wall, but it left me feeling worse than if I hadn’t taken one at all. Clearly, I needed a more tenable solution. I decided to try General Foods International Coffee.

Nirvana! Coffee that tasted good and a fab caffeine burst that didn’t end with me hitting the wall. I only drank a cup a day, but after a couple of weeks, I was already hooked. I’d decided not to drink a cup on the weekends and found myself lethargic that Saturday. I had a cup of coffee and boom. Instant energy. I accepted that coffee would be an every day thing from then on out.

My one-cup-a-day habit (with an occasional bump up to two) continued for a long time. As expensive as the International coffee was, I couldn’t afford to drink more. And then my writing buddy gave me two bags of coffee–one from Costa Rica and the other from Nicaragua. I had to at least try her gift. And I discovered with some added creamer and sugar, that I loved this new coffee. I loved it better than International French Vanilla Cafe. I bought a 4-cup coffee pot. (It’s really 2 cups since who drinks 6 ounce cups? Mice? Seriously.) I ran through the two pounds of coffee she gave me.

One of the guys I work with went to Guatemala and he brought me back a pound of coffee and it was awesome! And then I brewed through that.

Caribou Coffee is based in Minneapolis and they have a shop not that far from my house. I decided to try their Guatemalan and it was every bit as awesome. I’ve since tried their Costa Rican (love it!), their Kenyan (love it!), and their Columbian (it’s okay) and I’m hooked. Totally, completely, utterly hooked, but I was still only drinking a cup a day.

Until deadline time was looming.

While I was working on In the Darkest Night last winter, I needed more than a cup or two to keep me going. Most days I drank four cups, some days I drank six and I did this for the entire month before my book was due.

Um, yeah. I’ve been struggling to get back to a cup a day since then. That’s seven months. I’m hovering right around 2-3 cups a day still. Trying really hard to stay at two and not jump to three, but I crave coffee something fierce. And there are days where I’m so tired that I honestly don’t know if I can function without that extra jolt of caffeine. I’m trying. If I can stabilize at two cups for a while, then I’ll tackle dropping back to a single, solitary cup in the morning. It’ll be hard. And there’ll no doubt be another deadline that bumps up my coffee intake again.

Authors and Office Supplies

Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

What is it about writers and paper?

Or I guess you could expand it to writers and office supply stores. I haven’t met a writer yet who doesn’t admit to a fascination with paper, pens, and the other wondrous things these places carry.

Pens are my big weakness. I’m always in search of the most perfect brand and I have the enormous collection to prove it. Most of them were failures and I’ll never use them, but I can’t throw them away. Then there’s all the free pens authors give away and conferences and such. Oh, and colored Sharpie fine point markers and highlighters and colored pencils.

I’m much better with paper, although I do have a weakness for stationery and note cards. Since I never actually send snail mailed notes to people, I’ve managed to resist buying more (I think I might already have a lifetime supply), but it’s not an easy thing. There’s such cute stationery out there!

My other weakness is office organization materials–file folders and hanging folders especially. I became hugely excited when I discovered they sell file folders in colors other than manila. I have red, green, purple, and yellow now, and if I can find other shades, I’ll be ecstatic. Same thing for my hanging folders–I have all colors, including pink.

I can spend hours and hundreds of dollars inside an office supply store just as easily as inside Best Buy, and considering how much I love gadgets, that’s really saying something. :-) I’m not the only one, either. You get a group of writers together and ask about office supplies. I’ve yet to hear one not express a love/fascination for them. It’s amazing how geeked out we all get. All I can say is it’s nice not to be alone.

Where Have All the Clio Contenders Gone?

Monday, October 12th, 2009

The other day at work I was talking to one of the guys and he mentioned how annoying advertising is–both television and radio–which of course got me going since I was an advertising copywriting major in college. I love talking about advertising.

My fascination began in junior high. Every year my school would get reels of the Clio Award (advertising’s Oscars) winning television ads in and play them in the library. If we had a free period, we could go there and watch them, and I would spend as much time in there as possible. I loved watching the Clio Award winners. Seeing these ads after I left middle school was tough, but every now and then I managed it. I think my junior high fascination with good advertising is a large part of what had me switching majors from broadcast journalism to advertising.

You can imagine with my educational background that I dissect ads. You’d be right. The thing that disappoints me most is that the number of good ads on television has plummeted dramatically in the last 5-10 years. This is IMO, of course. Instead of being clever and entertaining, most of them are just annoying. I know some of it comes down to taste–I loathe the talking baby commercials for that online trading company for example–but others enjoy them.

And radio ads have been by and large terrible for a lot longer than this. Bad enough that I’ve threatened to dust off my portfolio and get into the business. :-) I might be out of practice, but I couldn’t do worse than what’s on the air now. Seriously.

Where have all the creative and entertaining ads gone?

Sure, there were always annoying, hard-sell commercials out there, but there also used to be fabulous spots that people talked about at work. You don’t hear people talking about many now–unless it’s to complain about how horribly annoying they are. That’s not a positive even if there is a certain amount of name recognition there for the product.

Take the Geico commercials for example, the ones with the wad of money with the eyes atop it. All I’ve heard people say about those ads is that they’re “creepy” and “stalkerish.” Yes, everyone remembers it’s a Geico ad, but does the company really want to associate itself with those two words?

I could maybe understand the creative ads switching to the internet, but you know what? I haven’t seen anything particularly innovative and exciting online either. Where has all my good advertising gone? I can’t even count on the Super Bowl any longer to deliver a wealth of good advertising. The best stuff I’m seeing right now is coming out of Europe and that’s sad. America used to have some awesome campaigns and this current state saddens me.

I’m going to have to find out which ads were nominated for Clios recently and hop over to You Tube to watch them. I hope there’s better ones out there than I’m seeing when I have the television on.

Writing and Baseball

Friday, October 9th, 2009

I am going to talk about baseball (this is a warning), but I’m planning to swing it around to writing, so hang in there, okay?

I love baseball and look forward to spring training with barely leashed anticipation. Not only does it mean the end of a long, cold Minnesota winter is coming, it also means baseball and the regular season will be commencing. And inevitably, every April and May some team gets off to a slow start. That’s when someone connected with that team will inevitably say: “It’s a long season; we have a lot of baseball left to play.”

Okay, yeah, it’s a 162 game season, but my theory is that it’s easier to win the game in April when there’s no pressure than it is to win the game at the end of September with your team’s playoff chance on the line. Or when you have to hope that another team loses, which takes your destiny out of your hands.

Let’s use the 2009 Minnesota Twins as an example. With 26 games to go in the season, they were 7 out of first place. In that situation, the first-place team (Detroit Tigers) should have been pretty secure in winning the division championship and the Twins would have been out, but at the same time Detroit started on a losing streak, the Twins went on a winning streak. (They won 17 of their last 21 games.) But without Detroit losing all those games, the Twins would have wound up exactly nowhere. Instead, they ended up in a tie with the Tigers after 162 games and had to play a 163rd game as a tiebreaker.

Suddenly, winning one more game in April or May when there was no pressure looks like a good idea, yes?

The tiebreaker went into extra innings, both teams see-sawing back and forth for the lead several times before the Twins finally won it in the bottom of the 12th. They enter the playoff series without a rest, without time to set their pitching rotation, without a chance to rest some of their best players and get them ready for the postseason. It puts them at a distinct disadvantage against the Yankees, the first team to clinch their division.

Someone was quoted as saying, “You can’t win the World Series in April, but you can lose it.” Or something like that. (I tried searching, but couldn’t come up with the exact quote or who said it. :-( )

So how does writing tie into all of this?

I see a lot of people who want to write put it off. I’m too busy right now, but I’ll do it later. The thing is that there’s never time to write–you have to make the time. If it takes scheduling an appointment with yourself and then keeping it, that’s what you do. Mark Twain said something about people having more regrets about what they didn’t do at the ends of their lives than about what they did do.

It’s easy to say, well, I’m only in my 20s now, I’ve got plenty of time to write. I’m only in my 30s now, I have plenty of time to write. I’m only in my 40s now, I have plenty of time to write. Only at some point, you run out of time. Or an unexpected illness or accident cuts the time short. The truth of the matter is that like a 162 game baseball season, our time on Earth is finite and our wins in our 20s are every bit as important as our wins in our 60s.

Maybe at 25, the win is just learning some new aspect of craft or finishing the first book, the one that’s so bad, no one will ever see it. No, it’s not published, but writing is a learning process and few people write first books that are ready to see the light of day. But like in baseball, this win counts as much in your path to publishing as the wins later on, like when you final in a writing contest or get an agent. It just doesn’t seem as monumental in April as it does when your season comes down to one game. It is, though. It is.

Um, okay, so this isn’t the strongest analogy/comparison ever. Sorry. I just wanted to talk about baseball. ;-)


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