Wednesday, August 22, 2012

LOST

I've been juggling revisions all summer long, which is like being in heaven for me.  I love revision.  Talking love here.  Love.  It's so easy for me to walk into my office and get lost in the process.  And I mean lost.  I'm talking, "Wait.  What day is it again?" kind of lost.

Every once in a while, I'm reminded (usually by an insistent round of barking) that I need to get outside and knock the cobwebs off.  A few scenes from my latest get-outta-the-house jaunt, at the Finley River in nearby Ozark:

My dog, Jake, is always sooooo glad when the computer screen finally goes black...
...and we walk near the Finley...
...and check out the skies.  I'm telling you, Missouri has the best skies.  



And the sunsets aren't bad, either.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

CELEBRATE

Mmmmm.  Dog cake.
This year, my pup's birthday fell just as I was wrapping up my first round of revisions for my forthcoming YA, FERAL, so it seemed a bit like a double celebration.  (Yep, I celebrate my dog's birthday every year, as well as the anniversary of the day he came home with us...How can you not celebrate the creature who brings so much joy into your life???)

It was an evening of dog cake and ice cream new toys...and I'd say, judging by his expression, that Jake was more than pleased:


That's the face of sheer bliss, folks.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

SIGNS OF LIFE (FERAL ON GOODREADS!)

Even with the persistent drought in Missouri, we still managed to grow a couple of flowers...Seems so funny that those flowers were glads, since that was exactly how we felt to see them!

Here they are, up close and personal, Georgia O'Keeffe style:


...Speaking of signs of new life, my latest YA, FERAL, recently popped up on Goodreads!  (It just always feels like a book is a living breathing entity when it starts to show up for discussion and / or purchase online...)  Be sure to put it on your TBR list!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

CRUNCHY

Thought I'd take you all on a stroll through my lovely backyard...Turn up your volume for this one:



...Ahhh...August in Missouri...

Monday, July 23, 2012

THE BEST FIREWORKS


I didn't write much of a post about the Fourth this year, because I didn't get to enjoy my usual celebration...

I live just south of one of the best fireworks displays in town.  Most years, on the Fourth, I walk a few blocks, pop open a lawn chair, and hang out in a conveniently undeveloped field, watching the incredible professional fireworks from the Twin Oaks Country Club.  They completely fill up the sky, rattle through my chest.

This year?  My tried-and-true empty field was a construction zone.  And the heat was absolutely vicious, keeping me from my usual bird’s eye view.  Though my neighbors and I are residents of the county, and can legally shoot our own firecrackers, our worries about the brittle, dry surroundings during this prolonged drought also kept most of us from lighting much more than a few sparklers. 
  
So there just wasn't much going on, in our skies this year.

But we did spend plenty of time in our backyards, hitting grills or backyard pools. 

Some of my younger neighbors—a couple of elementary-school-aged girls—spent the Fourth on a picnic blanket, under a backyard tree, with assorted cold summer snacks and drinks and a pile of books.  I kept watching those girls, as the day lingered on, engrossed in their reads and laughing and enjoying each other.   

It has since occurred to me that those are perhaps the best fireworks of all—the fireworks of connecting.  To another person.  To the voice in a novel.  There’s nothing like that rattle that echoes through a chest when you find someone—or something—that you can relate to, on a personal level. 

So here’s to all those fireworks of connection—may they be popping and banging all around you, this summer and for many more to come…

Thursday, July 19, 2012

UPDATED MAILING LIST

Here she is: the updated form to join my mailing list!

My previous form listed a blog as a required field; I realize not all fans have blogs, though, and I didn't want anyone to miss out on all the exciting announcements that will surely be forthcoming, with two books in development!  You'll see here that the only required fields are your name and email; if you have a blog and / or participate in social media, please do let me know, but it is absolutely not a prerequisite.  Any and all readers are more than welcome to sign up:


If you have trouble filling out the form above, click here.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

NATURAL BEAUTY

Dolly Parton's character in Steel Magnolias swore there was no such thing.  And I have a tendency to think that's also true of literature.  There is no novel that springs forth out of anybody's head straight onto the page looking fabulous (just as nobody wakes up honestly looking like a magazine spread).  It takes work to look good, as Truvy was wont to say.

It's such a girly comparison, I know...But who among us hasn't sat in a beauty parlor, with bated breath, almost beside ourselves with anticipation as we cooked beneath a dryer?  We just knew we were going to look so fabulous as a brunette / blond / redhead / with sleek, straight hair / short hair / extensions / spiral perm (ah, the 80's—I spent eight hours solid in a beauty parlor back in '88 to get my spiral)...Who has not honestly believed she would be a new woman when she left that parlor?

That's the revision process.  It's putting your much-loved manuscript under the dryer, and just knowing that it's going go walk out looking like a NYT bestseller.

And now, back to my revisions...


Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Monday, July 2, 2012

INDEPENDENCE AND YA LIT


If I’m to define “independence” in the same way that I think many teens view the term—as a word interchangeable with “adulthood”—I’d have to say that I actually thrust independence on the main characters of both my published YAs.

Take Aura, the MC from my debut, A BLUE SO DARK.  Her mother, Grace, suffers from a mental illness.  And as the book opens, her mother’s sinking deeper into the darkness of that illness.  Grace’s condition leaves Aura to become, in many respects, the parent.  The adult.  (So much so, Aura and her best friend, Janny, a teen mom herself, come to a new understanding, toward the end of the novel.)  Aura, in many ways, longs for a “normal” life—to be the girl who gets to chase after her crush on a cute skater boy, whose deepest worry is regarding an upcoming exam.  In short, she wants to worry only about herself—a luxury that often accompanies most teenage yearsInstead, Aura has to care for another human being.  She’s responsible for that human being (her mother), which is a very adult problem. 

Take Chelsea, the MC from my second novel, PLAYING HURT.  Her dilemma isn’t quite as dark as Aura’s, but it’s life-altering just the same.  Chelsea’s a small-town athlete, a hero on the basketball court—until a horrific accident shatters her hip and ends her basketball career all in the same fell swoop.  Again, Chelsea doesn’t ask to be released from the demands of being a teen athlete.  She doesn’t want to be freed from the grueling schedule.  But she gets it, anyway.

In all likelihood, Aura and Chelsea would find themselves dealing with these scenarios later on in life: Chelsea would absolutely have to learn to deal with life after basketball, and there’s a strong possibility that someday Aura would find herself responsible for another human being, either as a parent or as a friend (I’m not sure it’s really possible to have meaningful, resonant relationships in life and not find yourself caring for others—in many ways, it can be one of the most rewarding aspects of adult life)…

But Aura and Chelsea are thrown into these adult roles, headfirst.  They’re tossed into their adulthood in such a way that it can’t really feel like independence at all.  I think in many respects, that’s the crux of a good story: by making a character’s world change around them, by forcing a character to adapt to and navigate their new world, you can’t help but illustrate how that character grows, changes, learns.  In many respects, I think those curves life tosses often make us who we are—and present a perfect opportunity, in YA literature, for our teen characters to become their best selves.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

REVISION HEAVEN

So I'm in the midst of working on rewrites for FERAL, my next YA (forthcoming from HarperCollins).  And all I can say is that I am in absolute heaven (revisions are my absolute favorite part of the process). 

I also figure that being up to my eyebrows in revisions means I'm going to need plenty of Springfield-Style Cashew Chicken (such good writing fuel...it's right up there with coffee).  If you're not familiar with Springfield-Style, it's one of our claims to fame here in the Queen City.  It's even got its own Wikipedia Entry!

Photo taken from Lucy's website...It's probably still my fave place to get the dish here in town. 



And I'm back to work (I say with complete and utter joy)...

Friday, June 22, 2012

MILES TRAVELED


This summer, the journey I’m taking doesn’t really have to do much with packed bags and playing Punch Buggy in a backseat.  Instead, this summer, I’ve been doing some genealogical research, tracing the miles my ancestors traveled.

It’s been fascinating, actually—I’m amazed at how much you can learn about a life simply by solidifying two or three major dates (usually birth, marriage, and death, or, as one genealogist recently phrased it as we chatted, “hatched, matched, and dispatched”). 

I’m especially intrigued by the women; right now, I’m trying desperately to trace my matriarchal line, straight through my grandmothers.  I’ve made it back to my great, great, great, great grandmother, who was born in the late 1700s.  This is where the trail gets foggy (I’ve yet to figure out her mother’s name).  I do know, though, that this is the ancestor who officially brought my family to the Midwest; I’ve discovered that while my roots are thick here in Missouri (I’ve got a line, through my maternal grandfather, that runs six-generations deep in Southwest Missouri), I’ve also got equally thick roots in Tennessee, thanks to that four-times great grandmother (I’m pretty sure I’m related to the entire county of Putnam). 

I wish I could get all those women on the family tree in a room, wish I could listen to them tell their own stories.  I’d love to hear just how they felt, what they went through in-between being hatched and dispatched.  I’d love to get the truth: love to hear all about those miles they physically traveled in their own lives. 

But the more I dig, the more blanks my what-if brain wants to fill in.  And it seems that those are miles, too—miles you travel in your own mind, thanks to your imagination…

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

INTERVIEW WITH DEBUT YA AUTHOR, ELANA K. ARNOLD

All writers start out being enormous book nuts.  And once you're bitten with the love of the written word, that love never dies.  I'm always on the lookout for a new author to love...And I'm waiting with bated breath for Elana K. Arnold's debut YA, SACRED, which releases this November! 

Elana's stopped by to tell us more about her forthcoming novel, and to shine some light on her own journey toward publication:

Congrats on your forthcoming debut!  Please tell us about SACRED.
         
Thank you, Holly! I am so proud of SACRED. Here’s the low-down:
         
Growing up on Catalina Island, off the California coast, Scarlett Wenderoth has led a fairly isolated life. After her brother dies, her isolation deepens as she withdraws into herself, shutting out her friends and boyfriend. Her parents, shattered by their own sorrow, fail to notice Scarlett's pain and sudden alarming thinness. Scarlett finds pleasure only on her horse, escaping to the heart of the island on long, solitary rides. One day, as she races around a bend, Scarlett is startled by a boy who raises his hand in warning and says one word: "Stop."
The boy—intense, beautiful—is Will Cohen, a newcomer to the island. For reasons he can't or won't explain, he's drawn to Scarlett and feels compelled to keep her safe. His meddling irritates Scarlett, though she can't deny her attraction to him. As their relationship blossoms into love, Scarlett's body slowly awakens at Will's touch. But just when her grief begins to ebb, she makes a startling discovery about Will, a discovery he's been grappling with himself. A discovery that threatens to force them apart. And if it does, Scarlett fears she will unravel all over again.

As a writer, I love to hear about those exciting ah-ha! moments.  What was the germ of inspiration?  How did the idea come to you?


I can’t take full credit for the creation of SACRED. My good friend Amy Antoine was preparing to move to Colorado, and I was helping her pack up her youngest daughter’s bedroom. Amy and I were sitting together on the floor, folding up little pairs of socks and putting them in a box, when Amy, in her characteristically “I-have-the-answers-to-the-universe” way, said, “I know what you should do. You should write a book about a superhero.” Almost instantly, I had an image—of a girl, on a horse, racing along a trail, and a boy—a stranger—blocking her path. Why was he there? What did he want? What did he know about this girl that I hadn’t yet discovered myself?  I had to know. That was the birth of SACRED.

My books always go through complete overhauls between first draft and published version.  How did SACRED change as you sought representation (and publication)?

Actually, SACRED didn’t change drastically. I had a system as I wrote that worked pretty well for this book: before I began a new chapter, I’d reread and revise the chapter before, and sometimes I’d even have to go further back in the story to make changes and check for consistency. So by the time I finished the draft, every chapter had been tweaked already. Really, the process was different than anything I’d experienced before as a writer; the story came to me almost fully formed. This was true all the way until copy editing, when the amazing people at Random House pointed out to me my writing tics—words I tended to overuse, dialogue tags that didn’t quite work, and this cool thing called “roller coastering” that you don’t really want to do.

Did you always want to write?  How did you come to writing as a career?

I have always been a writer, but I spent many years telling myself that I was a short story writer. Funny, though, when it came to reading, it had always been the novel I reached for—not the collection of stories. Deep down, I wanted to be a novelist, but my fear of taking on a full-length book seemed insurmountable. I don’t know what shifted inside of me, but when I started writing SACRED I just knew that I would complete it, unlike the many other unfinished projects I’d abandoned. Suddenly I was a novelist—I was obsessed with my story, and for the first time I understood what people meant when they said their characters came alive on the page. Until SACRED I always thought people were lying when they said stuff like that. For me, writing had been like moving a couple of Barbie dolls around, forcing them to bend to my will, not really caring about them past the moment I closed my computer. But Scarlett and Will and Lily and Andy and Delilah—I couldn’t get these characters out of my head! I was in love with all of them. The book was written in eleven weeks.

My publishing journey was quite long—it took seven and a half years of full-time effort just to land the first deal!  What was your own journey like?  How many manuscripts, rejections, years, etc. did it take to find your agent and editor?

Even though it only took eleven weeks to write the first draft of SACRED, it took me more than eleven years to get to the place that I could write it. Actually, it seems that it took twice that long. Years ago, I wrote a collection of short stories that I showed to a literary agent. She told me that if I could turn it into a novel, she’d be interested in representing me. Fear stymied me, and I never managed to do it. And I kicked myself for this time after time, sure that I’d blown my one chance at publication. But then I wrote SACRED, and the magic energy that carried me through its creation somehow didn’t dissipate when the manuscript was finished. Finding my agent, Rubin Pfeffer, was magical, too. I had sent queries to about six other agents, several of whom had rejected SACRED, when one night, at about 10 o’clock, I sent a query letter and the first three chapters of SACRED to Rubin, sort of on a whim. When I checked my email then next morning, there was a message from Rubin asking for the full manuscript. Two days later—Sunday night—he wrote again (I’d been checking my email about every two minutes ever since his first message arrived). He told me he wanted to talk.

How did you get the "yes"?  How did you learn your book had been accepted?

This is my favorite part of my story. It was Valentine’s Day. I was hanging out with my husband and my two kids when my phone rang. And there was his name on the screen—Rubin Pfeffer. I looked up at my husband, my heart absolutely still. “It’s Rubin Pfeffer,” I half-whispered, half-choked. “Rubin Pfeffer doesn’t just call.” And I was right. He had news. Random House/Delacorte loved SACRED—and they wanted to publish not only SACRED but its yet-unwritten sequel, SPLENDOR, for which I’d sent a synopsis. My husband, my kids, me—we were all out of our minds excited, jumping up and down, screaming, laughing.

Best. Valentine’s Day. Ever.

What do you now know that you most wish you could tell your unpublished self?

You are a novelist. Somewhere, somehow, there is a book out there with your name on it. You haven’t seen it yet; you haven’t even met the characters. But it’s out there, waiting for you. Don’t freak out. Don’t beat yourself up. Don’t feel like a failure because you haven’t written it yet. It’s out there. 

What's been the biggest surprise about having your first book in development?  What's been the most rewarding aspect of the process?


There haven’t really been any surprises yet, probably because I dreamed about this happening for so long and had read so many interviews of other writers. I went to graduate school for creative writing, too, so I understood the process of publication and all the backstage stuff. But the most rewarding part of the process has been watching all these amazing experts—Rubin Pfeffer, Francoise Bui (my editor at Random House/Delacorte), the design team, the copy editors—watching all these people touch SACRED and help me make it better has been so amazing. Usually writing feels like a pretty lonely endeavor, but the editing and production process has felt like I am part of a team.

Probably the most thrilling moment—aside from the day Rubin asked to represent me and that amazing Valentine’s Day phone call—was when I first saw the cover of SACRED. I had had no idea what they were planning for the cover, and I didn’t have any image in my head about what I wanted the book to look like. But when I saw the cover—beautiful, evocative, somehow mystical—I loved it instantly. It was perfect.

What’s next from Elana K. Arnold?

Writing SACRED was a transformative experience in so many ways. Once I wrote it, once I saw myself as a novelist, suddenly stories were everywhere, banging on my door, demanding to be written. So I wrote one of them. And guess what? Random House/Delacorte picked it up, too!

This book—BURNING—will be published in June of 2013, before the publication of SPLENDOR. It’s totally unrelated to the other two books, and I love love love it. Here’s the 411:

Ben: Having just graduated from high school, Ben is set to leave Gypsum, Nevada. It’s good timing, since the gypsum mine that is the lifeblood of the area is closing, shutting the whole town down with it. Ben is lucky; he’s headed to San Diego, where he’s got a track scholarship at the University of California. His best friends, Pete and Hog Boy, aren’t as fortunate; they don’t have college to look forward to. So to make his friends happy during their last days in town, Ben goes with them to check out the hot chick parked on the side of Highway 447.

Lala: She and her Gypsy family make money the way her people have been earning it for centuries—by telling fortunes. Some customers choose Tarot cards; others have their palms read. The thousands of people attending the nearby Burning Man festival spend lots of cash—especially as Lala gives uncanny readings. But lately Lala’s been questioning whether there might be more to life than her upcoming arranged marriage. And the day she reads Ben’s cards is the day everything changes for her . . . and for him.

Told from alternating points of view, BURNING brims with the passion of its two protagonists, both at crossroads in their lives, and both forever altered by a moment in time.

Once you put Elana's SACRED on your TBR list (copies can be ordered from Amazon, Powell's, or Random House), be sure to follow her on Twitter and Facebook; keep up with all the happenings on her new website.


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

KERPLAT!

That was the actual sound my old camera made when it struck the pavement.  Followed by some sad-sounding clinks and rattles as tiny electrical parts spewed everywhere...Usually, I don't get too terribly sentimental (I generally think stuff's just stuff), but I have to admit, I got kind of upset about breaking the old camera.  That thing got this blog started, and went along to all my first author events.

A new camera means a gal's got to spend some time in the backyard, figuring out the settings and buttons...Jake, as usual, was more than happy to offer his services as model:


  And as this pic of some flowers out back reveals, I just might not be too terribly unhappy to be such a klutz, for once:

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

CRISSA-JEAN CHAPPELL'S NARC

Crissa-Jean Chappell is no stranger to this blog.  She was the first author ever to blurb A BLUE SO DARK ("Schindler's lyrical debut explores the nightmare of mental illness in a voice that is sharp and funny and all her own.  This is as real as teen fiction gets.  A must read."), and her words were so sweet, I swear, they brought a tear to the eye...

Crissa-Jean's own Flux book, NARC, is about to release this summer...and her trailer is absolutely stunning:
NARC book trailer from crissachappell on Vimeo.
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