Thursday, December 31, 2009

New Year Wishes

Like most people, I've been thinking about resolutions lately. Minus last year, I've always made a few...and broken them...and then felt crummy for breaking them. It's kind of a brutal cycle. Having had a lovely year without any resolutions, I think I'm going to stop the tradition.

Besides, many things I hope for this year aren't really in my control. Goals should be attainable, if you set them. So I'm going a slightly different direction with my New Year celebration.

I'm making wishes. Wishes are far less threatening. Wishes can be BIG without being impossible. Wishes bring hope. Wishes are sparkly.

In Japan, they have a little doll called Daruma. Legend says a Buddhist monk meditated for nine years without moving once. His legs fell off from atrophy, but he learned the meaning of life through his persistence. They say "Nanakorobi Yaoki," meaning "Seven times down, eight times up."

People make wishes or goals on Daruma dolls by painting in one eye. When the wish comes true or the goal is accomplished, they paint in the other eye.

My wishes have been made. My virtual Daruma eye has been "painted." (Finding a Daruma in Utah is not exactly easy...maybe next year I'll make some.)
I hope at some point I can fill in the other eye. I also hope that all your wishes for 2010 come true! Have a very Happy New Year!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

One More Look At My 2009!

There weren't so many people hanging out on my blog in 2008, but if you were you remember that I decided not to make any resolutions for 2009. And it was a good thing, too, because I certainly made enough work for myself without them.

In my attempts to "slow down," I still managed to finish writing four books—the ninjas, the cyborgs, the invisible girl, and the French steampunk thingamajob. My year word count (including WIPs), came to a whopping 315,088 words. And combining last year, that makes 751,331 words. I find this exciting because I should hit the Big Million in 2010! Who said you have to write a million words before you can be a good writer? Can't remember, but I'm SO gonna be a good writer next year! Woot!

But writing wasn't all I did last year. I revised. A lot. I pretty much did more revising in 2009 than I'd done in my whole life. It was a year of learning the hard way, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Naturally, I ended up blogging a lot about revising. I provided a visual. I wrote up a reference sheet. I posted about critiquing others. I talked about beating revision fatigue. And much more.

I had a lot of firsts in 2009 as well. List time!
First male MC (Tosh)
First writing desk!
First Attempt At Locks of Love
First time as a Redhead
First Writers' Retreat
First AGENT!!! Yes, that still requires capitalization and exclamation marks. Let's face it, this was pretty much the coolest thing that happened to me this year.
First Interview!
• And, of course, my First Deal With The Universe.
• There was also my first attempt at sci-fi, steampunk, and currently contemporary.

I also revealed way too much about myself on this blog. Like my intense affection for the color orange. And then there was that whole post dedicated to self-humiliation. Oh, and don't forget the homage to Cartoon Boys of My Dreams. I also did many a Q&A session.

Looking through my blog posts, I noticed that I seem to think I'm an expert at this writing thing. I give a lot of "advice." I rant sometimes, too. Sorry about that. I do know I'm an amateur; I just like to talk. Some of it isn't half bad though, if I do say so myself. Like these:
The Rejection Translator
How To (and How Not To) Write YA
Writing Boy Characters
Writing Race
Tips For First Drafting
Middle Grade vs. Young Adult
Querying: In Hindsight

And though my 2009 was fantastic, I think what put it over the top was all the amazingly good news from my friends. Kasie signed with agent Kiersten Manges. Sara signed with Kate Testerman. Carrie sold zombies to Delacorte! Steph scored a 2-book deal with Dutton, and then got pushed up to debut in 2010! Kiersten got a 3-book deal with HarperTeen! And so many more! (Sorry, brain going fuzzy from link deluge.) All that good news kept me soaring through querying and edits and everything else.

All in all, 2009 pretty much rocked my world. I think 2010 is going to have to pull out all the stops to beat it.

Five Years!

So it's my 5th wedding anniversary today (can you tell December is a busy month for me?). This was just taken in Disney World last week, and I think it's my favorite picture of us since our wedding pictures. It's not like we pose for pictures constantly, you know?

The years have flown by. Nick is just so great I forget sometimes that we're not newlyweds anymore, but then the kids need something and it all comes flooding back.

I know it might sound like hyperbole, but Nick is the perfect husband for me. He balances me out, accepts me just the way I am, and supports me in all my crazy hopes and dreams. I honestly couldn't ask for more in a man. And he's pretty cute, too.

I look forward to the next 5 years, and the next after that. Love you, Nicco.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Blurbs: Go Big or Go Home

We've all heard advice about blurbs. They have to be by big authors or don't bother. You should try and get a good variety if you can. Actually, no, you should try to get blurbs from authors with similar styles/genres as you. Or even, don't worry about blurbs! They don't matter that much.

I don't know what it is about blurbs that gets us unpublished authors so excited. I mean, of all the things to dream about when you don't even have a soon-to-be-published book. And yet I've spent many an hour dreaming up who in Published YA Land I'd love to get a book blurb from...

But then I realized something. Why get blurbs from other writers? Let's face it, the only people who know "famous" authors are, well, people who read frequently. When it comes to the rest of the non-reading population, the only YAish names they actually recognize are Meyer and Rowling. Maybe Gaiman, though I've been in several situations where people gave me weird looks. And then I'm all, "Hello? Stardust? Coraline?" Then they go, "Ohhhh, that guy." That guy...yeah, the rock star of the book world you know nothing about. Arg.

So I propose a new blurb model. Instead of getting prominent YA authors to blurb Relax, I'm a Ninja (you know, if I ever get to that point), I'm going to get hot teen celebrities to read and blurb my book.

Imagine the possibilities, guys! If teen celebrities loved my book, I'd be a bestseller for sure. Reading would be cool. The audience for books would explode. Just picture how many teens would pick up Relax, I'm a Ninja if they saw this in a magazine:

"Relax, I'm a Ninja is the best book of the year. I'm taking karate now just because it was so awesome." —Zac Efron


Zac has such universal appeal, but if that didn't work, I'm positive that this would:
"Ninja masks are the hottest new accessory, thanks to Relax, I'm a Ninja. We couldn't put the book down!" —The Jo Bros

And if that doesn't fly, then I'd have to pull out the Big Guns. This chick can do no wrong right now:
"Relax, I'm a Ninja made me wish that country music was just my cover. I'm writing a song about this book." —Taylor Swift

That, my friends, is a solid blurb list right there. One to guarantee any writer good sales. I'm gonna get on this right now...wait, what? I shouldn't stalk and beg them until they relent? They might, like, demand money to read? Crap.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Pausing For Rachel

I've been so reflective lately—I seem to get that way at the end of a year. I planned on being funny this week. I was going to share a few things from my vacation, talk about trying to get the Jo Bros to blurb my book, and poke fun at my own writing.

But Rachel died last week.

You guys don't know Rachel, but I grew up with her. My parents and her parents are still very close friends, and it shook us all when we heard the news. She lost her fight with Leukemia; she was only a couple years older than me.

We weren't best friends or anything, but Rachel was the kind of person who smiled in her sleep. Even as a child I remember her singing at the top of her lungs in church. She was so good. So genuine and caring and energetic. I can't help but be sad that she's passed on.

Today I'm remembering Rachel, and I hope someday I can be a little more like her.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Weekend Sketch


I'm home! I love home. It's always nice to get away for a little, but I think my favorite part of vacation is being reminded just how great home is. I had a 5 hour plane ride to sit through today, so I thought I'd spend some of that time sketching. (I also wrote a few pages on my new project. That was fun.)

This is Stacia Starfall (Coral's sister in Void), but a little more grown up. She's fourteen in the book, and this is how I picture her (about sixteen) later on in the series. You know, the series I haven't written and may never write. That one. She will always be one of my favorite characters, and she knows it. Stacia is a Mentalist, after all.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Life Lessons From Writing

Yes, I'm still on vacation, but my family has pretty much burned out. So I have some down time, and I've been thinking a lot about life and writing. Specifically, how writing has helped me grow as a person. I'm just so grateful for all the lessons this "hobby" has taught me. I want to share a few.

You Are Always You
And none of us are perfect. Through every writing process, I've come to see both my strengths and my weaknesses clearer.

As for flaws, I've never been good at facing rejection (I tend to weep). I've never had a very high self-esteem. I constantly fight self-doubt/self-loathing. I'm a raging perfectionist. Thus, a raging over-acheiver who is never good enough even for herself, let alone other people. Through writing, I have faced all my personal demons and then some. I have felt all my worst nightmares repeatedly and have wondered why I ever got into this gig in the first place.

I wish I could say I've grown tougher skin, but I don't know if that's true. Rejection still makes me ache, still makes me get wildly defensive. I've learned that I will never be the kind of person who can just shrug it off. But that's okay. I do get over it—and at times it even motivates me to improve once I get over the initial shock.

As for strengths, I'm creative, and I know how to work. I may not be perfect by a long shot, but I can work and improve myself constantly. I even like to. I may never be the best writer or person out there, but I will always give it my all. I think my strengths balance out my weaknesses some.

I've come to accept myself, problems and all. Perfect people aren't interesting, right? I know how I'll react to things, and I can prepare and overcome the setbacks quicker than I used to. Then I can get back to work.

People Are Gray
Spending hours and hours writing about fake people has helped me understand that there is so much more gray out there than black and white. Everyone has flaws—everyone has good points. In designing my "heroes," I've had to explore what makes someone do good things. In imagining my "villains," I've spent hours trying to understand why people do horrible things. Conflict comes from those who are in opposition to you—but that doesn't necessarily make those people evil. It just makes them different from you. Villainy is often based more on perspective than actual evil-doing.

This was a huge lesson for me as a person. I used to think people who thought differently from me were wrong, wrong, wrong. I used to think that everyone should do things my way, because, naturally, that was the best way out there.

But then I started writing. As I tried to put myself in other people's heads, I realized that there are so many different ways to handle life situations. And more than that, most of the paths weren't wrong at all—just different. I could accept more easily when people didn't see things like I did. Instead of trying to make people into what I thought they should be, I realized I could accept them just the way they were with no threat to my own way of life.

You Can't Help What Other People Think
I'm a people pleaser. Always have been, always will be. I like seeing people happy. I like when other people are happy with me. I love seeing people gathered together enjoying each other's company. I love doing things that make other people smile. You can probably guess I'm a huge fan of Happily Ever After, too.

Little parts of me die inside when other people are unhappy with me. When I was little, I would cry and cry over the bullies who picked on me. I tried everything I could to prevent the mean girls from laughing at my clothes or religion or hobbies. I tried to stay away from the mean boys who called me ugly and stupid and dorky.

But they always find me. Heck, they still find me. Yes, I'm 26 and I still get bullied. I'm like a Bully Magnet, I swear. It's almost comical how many people have vociferously hated me over my lifetime. One kid, when I asked him why he hated me so much, said, "I hate you because you were born." Another called me a "Horned Mormon Demon who would burn in hell forever." And then there was the "I Hate Natalie" campaign.

I spent a lot of my life trying to figure out what I was doing wrong. I tried to fix myself to meet these people's approval—that never worked. How could I help being born, you know?

It wasn't until I started querying that I understood. As the rejections came in, I began to feel like that bullied little girl I was (and still am). But then I started getting used to it some. I learned that there was just nothing I could do to make people like me.

They either liked me, or they didn't.

Querying, though hard, was an invaluable lesson for this people pleaser. It gave me freedom from my desire to have everyone like me. It's okay if someone doesn't get me. That doesn't devalue me as a person. I don't have to feel bad feelings for them or myself because of their opinion. I can now better cope with the bullies in my life, because I know that I can never make them happy no matter how hard I try. And most importantly:

That's not my problem.

Do-overs ROCK
Could you imagine if we only got the First Draft to make our manuscripts perfect? Yeah, uh, I would fail. Like, fail epically, even.

Editing, though not my favorite, is a miraculous thing! I've made a lot of mistakes in both writing and life, and I feel lucky that I can fix those things, try again, and learn from all those mistakes.

Don't get me wrong—I feel like a complete fool when I have to rewrite the whole back half of my book. I also feel like a total idiot when I unintentionally (or even intentionally) hurt others. But knowing that I can do better next time is what gets me through. At least I CAN change the whole back half of my manuscript. At least I CAN apologize and try to be better next time.

Do-overs. Thank goodness for do-overs.

For none of us are perfect—people or writers. But that's okay. Improvement is always on the horizon if you want it, and if you don't you can find happiness right where you're at.

I think all this learning is the real reason I will never stop writing. I love to learn. I love to learn about myself and other people and the world around me. Writing gives me that, and I will gladly take each lesson, no matter how hard they are to learn.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Signing Out!

Well, I'm off to Florida! I hope you all have a lovely holiday filled with friends and family. If you absolutely must contact me, I should be checking email now and again. Though I imagine you will all be having fun breaks too, so don't waste your time emailing me.

Regular posting will resume next week, and you'll want to tune in for that. Let's just say there will be famous people, ninjas, and one rather ridiculous proposal.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Barely Saturday Sketch

Wow, so today has been busy. Between getting ready for our trip and birthday celebrations, I barely managed to squeak out a sketch.

BUT. I got to scan it on MY BRAND NEW SCANNER!!! My mom bought it for me for my birthday, because she's so awesome like that. I didn't get her anything (yes, I share a birthday with my mom), so I'm feeling a touch guilty about that. I must make it up to her.

Thank goodness I have a computer geek for a husband, because I had no clue how to get the scanner hooked up. Then there definitely would have been no sketch, not that this one is particularly awesome (sorry, I wasn't kidding about that whole being busy thing).


This is a map for Spork. I mostly drew if for Nick, since he said he kept getting confused about where they were in the book. Yeah...I feel good about that. Ish...okay not really. But I guess I'm officially in fantasy realm if I need a map for my book, right? That's new.

It's a rough, rough sketch. I might come back to it later and color/ink it in all nice. It could look pretty that way, but unfortunately I don't have 10 hours laying around amidst all this luggage and junk. Promise—better drawings come New Year!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Challenge OWNED

Remember how I accepted a ridiculous challenge a few days ago?

Yeah, I WON. Guys, I PWND that challenge so bad! Hello? Two days early!

Victory dance! Head bang with me! (This is actually Lizelle's Song. Green Day was, like, THE bad for the book. Yes, French steampunk, Green Day, elemental weapons...those DON'T go together?)


I know, I know, brag much? Sorry, I'm just so EXCITED! I haven't finished a project in a long time, and I forgot just how wonderful it feels! It's like the best birthday present I could give myself!

And you wanna know what makes it better? Spork was completely for FUN! I don't even have to fret about editing because, eh, not getting published! I can just pretend it's totally awesome and perfect just the way it is! Weee!

...huh, that sounds weird. But it's true.

I might even write the sequel just for fun. Mwahaha. A sequel from a different character's point of view, no less! Yes, folks, you can get all crazy like that when you're experimenting. It's kind of liberating. And did I mention fun?

Can you tell I have three days worth of Code Red flowing through my veins?

Oh, some stats on Spork:
Words: 79, 673
Pages: 303
Chapters: 54 (yes, they were short!)
# Book I've Written: 12

And yet this poor thing still doesn't have a real title. Hmm, I'll have to brainstorm that sometime. For now, I have sleep to catch up on and some serious packing to do.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I'm Stupider Than I Look

So remember how on Sunday I was all, "Oh, it'll probably take me a couple more months to finish Spork, and I don't really mind that, and blah blah blah"?

Yeah, now I'm going to finish it by Sunday.

How did this happen, you ask? (Okay, you didn't, but I'm imagining you did so I have more content for this post.) Well, I got a Shiny New Idea. What's worse is that I started writing said Shiny New Idea. Spork suddenly seemed like the boringest (yes, boringest) idea on the planet. I considered chucking it for the Shiny New Idea.

Enter Kiersten. (Following conversation over dramatized because I'm sleep deprived and find melodrama highly entertaining right now.)

Kiersten: You can't abandon Spork! It's good! And you're almost done!

Me: But it's the BORINGEST IDEA EVER!!!

Kiersten: No, it's not!

Me: YES, IT IS!!! Why did I ever try to write this in the first place? Fantasy is so HARD! I can't just make up a whole freaking world. No one is going to believe in it. It's cliché! It's...it's just BORINGEST.

Kiersten (probably rolling her eyes though I can't see that in chat): You know that's not true. It's awesome.

Me (sighing though she can't see it): Okay, maybe I know that. But still, I'm just so tired of it all of the sudden. I know what's going to happen; you know how fast I lose interest when I know what's going to happen. I want to write about Russ! He's cute and contemporary and a total mystery to me!

Kiersten: You are forbidden to talk to Russ.

Me: Forbidden? Forbidden?

Kiersten: Yes, until you finish Spork. Russ is just gonna have to wait.

Me: But, but...*sigh* You're right. But Spork's going to take forever...unless...

Kiersten: Unless?

Me: I think I need a Kiersten White Writing Challenge. I don't work well without deadlines!

Kiersten: Are you sure?

Me: Yes. That's what I need! I need a goal! I have no motivation to finish Spork because I don't have to. Give me a challenge!

Kiersten: Hmm...okay. Got it! You have to finish before you leave on vacation!

Me: WHAT!?!?!?

So that's kind of how it went down. I have five-ish days to finish Spork, and I'm so, so going to own this challenge! I may be extremely sleep deprived by the end, but I'm gonna do it. Rawr.

That said, this will likely be my last post for at least a couple days. I hope to get one more sketch in before I spend Christmas in the Most Magical Place On Earth, but I'm not promising much else. I need most every spare moment I can get to finish this first draft.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

A Christmas Birthday Story

So my birthday's coming up. Lots of people get super excited about their birthdays. Big parties. Lots of awesome presents. But when your birthday is five days before Christmas...yeah, it kind of gets lost in the shuffle.

Growing up, my birthday was never during school and all my friends were usually busy during the holiday. The one time it did happen to fall on the last day of school before break? I had strep—on my sixteenth birthday. I sure know how to celebrate. So I never really had a big birthday party, and I always felt a little gypped.

But my sweet, sweet mom tried to remedy that for my eighteenth. The story is as follows:

"E" For Effort
I raced for my locker when the last bell rang. Winter break was calling in all its time-wasting glory. My major plan? To play Final Fantasy X all the way through so I wouldn't slack off when school started again. Hey, I was a proud introvert even then. I grabbed my coat and got out of the parking lot in record time.

Once home, I settled in with the Playstation 2 and Final Fantasy X. Tidus won my heart from the start, even though the English dub gave him a really dorky voice. Just as I was picturing what he'd sound like in Japanese (which is always hotter), the doorbell rang. And it rang again.

"Natalie!" Mom called. "Your friends are here!"

"Coming!" As I searched for a save point, I couldn't help wondering who could be upstairs. No one had called me to do something. People never just showed up at my door for me.

I climbed the stairs from the basement, surprised when I saw Jamie and a few other friends from student council. I couldn't help but smile. I was in student council, but I wasn't IN student council, if you know what I mean. In that moment, I felt IN. "What's up?"

Jamie held up a blindfold, her eyes glinting. "Happy birthday!"

My eyes went wide. "W-what?"

"We're taking you somewhere secret," she said as she blindfolded me.

"I'm not good with surprises." It was (and is) true. Surprises usually made me scared, embarrassed, or angry. Sometimes all three.

"Don't fight it; just get in the car. We're gonna have fun!"

They led me to the car and started driving. I had no idea where we were going. I tried to figure it out by which way Jamie was turning, but it didn't seem like they were going any place I'd been. I wondered if they were taking me out to dinner or to someone's house for a party. I couldn't imagine a party—no one ever threw me a party. Who would they even invite this close to Christmas? Most people had family in town or were on vacation somewhere warm.

After a long drive, Jamie went over a very familiar speed bump. It was the one right outside of my house. She was taking me home? What kind of sick joke was that? I tried not to be disappointed; I would not give away that I knew we were right back where I started.

They led me back up my front stairs, giggling and giving out fake descriptions of the place. They thought they were the funniest people in the world. I was glad I had the blindfold, because I was fighting tears. But I tired not to panic—maybe they would hang out with me once they were done with their joke.

"Ready?" Jamie said when we stopped in my kitchen.

"Sure?" I stuffed the rest of my emotions back inside, hoping the blindfold absorbed the rogue tears.

"One, two, three!" Jamie removed the blindfold as a surprisingly large group of people shouted "Surprise!"

I smiled as I took in all the people. Okay, so it wasn't some huge party. There were maybe 15 or 20 people, but that was a lot to me, especially so close to the holiday. I couldn't believe it—an actual surprise party. For me.

My mom had made pizza while I was driving around. People had brought presents. Jamie told everyone how they stopped in the middle of the road and faked a stop sign, just to throw me off. They sang Happy Birthday for me and ate cake. I felt, for once in my life, special on my birthday.

For about 30 minutes, at least. Then most everyone left because the basketball team was playing our rivals that night. They couldn't miss the game! Some of my closest friends stayed longer, but eventually I found myself right where I thought I'd be: in front of the TV with Tidus and Final Fantasy X. Tidus never let me down.

Okay, so that sounds pretty depressing, but I always laugh when I think of this sad surprise birthday party. Sure, part of me feels like crap that my friends cared more about a game than me. But another part is deeply grateful to my mom—who planned the whole thing just because she knew I'd always wanted a surprise party. Well, she definitely delivered a surprise, though I don't think it's the one she planned.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Querying: In Hindsight

It's been a while since I was in the trenches, but recently I've been thinking a lot about querying. Some of my friends are still there, and watching them go through that process has brought the memories (aka: nightmares) back.

Querying is just hard. The next phase may not be any easier, but I sure don't miss the ups and downs of trying to get an agent's attention. It's such a soul-crushing process (at least for me it was). It feels like all your dreams are riding on one little letter. Yeah, no pressure.

Looking back, I kind of laugh at myself. I started out so green. I made so many mistakes. I took it all so...personally. I think much of it was inevitable, but I still feel bad for my poor, querying self. She nearly broke in half. I wish I could go back and tell her to freaking chill out, though she probably wouldn't have listened.

So here's my little bits of Querying Hindsight Wisdom, mostly as a reminder to myself:

1. The Query is about the Big Things.
And the Big Things would be: Your Story and Your Personality/Style. It feels like there are so many rules to follow—and it doesn't hurt to have a grammatically clean letter—but it really comes down to being YOU and showcasing your story.

There are a lot of sites out there that offer query crits. These are good places to start, but ultimately they can't help you where it counts. Sure, strangers can help you clarify things that don't make sense, but they don't know your story! They can't tell you if you're selling it from the right angle. They don't know if you've put your unique style and personality into it.

It took a while to figure out, but I discovered my queries were the most successful when my Crit Group helped me with them. Not strangers. My Crit Group could tell me I wasn't highlighting the plot right or that the letter didn't sound like me. They know my books; they get me. It's their opinion that matters most.

Before you make sure your letter is snappy or clean or whatever, make sure it really gets at the heart of you and your book. That's what will make it stand out.

2. As Important as The Query is, it's still about your book.
Okay, so you write a fantastic query that gets you tons of requests. Yay. The hard fact is that it means nothing if you haven't written a stellar book. I think sometimes we forget that the query is just the teaser. If you can't deliver, it's useless.

I personally spent too much time on my letter and not enough on editing. I paid the price in bushels of frustration.

My most successful query got me many exciting requests from super awesome agents. Since I was getting so many requests, I was sure I'd get an agent for that book. But I didn't. I never got a request off the initial partial. I'm sure I don't have to explain how much that stung. I couldn't see it at the time, but my writing wasn't there. I kept querying with a too-rough manuscript, when it would have been wiser to stop for a few months and hone my skills.

3. It's Not Personal...Kinda.
Agents are human beings, meaning they are all unique and have vastly different tastes. Querying isn't as much a game of "Is Your Book Good?" as it is "Does Your Book Resonate With This Particular Agent?" (I say that making the assumption that you've reached the appropriate writing skill to make your talent shine.)

I queried four projects total before signing with Nathan, and you want to know something interesting? The same agents would often request my next project. Something about my overall style clicked with them—not necessarily that particular project.

There's this "x factor" that you just can't escape in querying. Even if your project is absolutely fan-freaking-tastic, it's not going to stick with some agents. There's nothing you can do about that. It's both maddening and reassuring, depending on the day.

So while rejections do hurt, you can't forget that querying is more like "match-making" than we want it to be. A project not clicking with one agent doesn't mean the next will hate it ,too. In fact, they might love it so much they want to marry it. And you can never really guess who that agent might be. Take my dear friend Kiersten, for example. Her agent Michelle mentioned on her site that she didn't really dig "paranormal" stuff. Well, Kiersten sure changed her mind on that one!

4. It only takes One.
We all hear about those people with multiple offers. It sounds so special and awesome on paper, but I think the reality is pretty stressful. And besides, it really just takes one agent who gets your work. One who is willing to take a chance on you. One who loves your book.

5. Your Road to Publication is Yours Alone.
Comparing your road to other publishing stories can be so damaging. It's natural, of course, but when I finally pulled myself out of that cycle I felt much better about myself. Every road is different, and no one's will be quite like mine. (Frankly, I hope yours isn't like mine because it involved learning most everything the hard way.) My road is nothing like my friends'. Theirs are all unique and come with their own trials I'm not sure I could handle.


Good luck to all those who are querying or about to start. It's a rough road, I'm not going to lie. But it is kind of the only road, in my opinion. I couldn't imagine trying to publish without an agent who knows all the things I don't. Keep that end goal in mind when you get down—it's worth all the struggles.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Sketch of Awesome

So after two days of drawing, a serious blister on my thumb, and about 2 hours worth of scanner issues, I present:

It was worth it, right? Maybe?

This is Gil and Liz from Spork. That's Mont Dupré, their home city, in the background. I wanted to do something with a lot of detail in it, and I think that this accomplishes that. The flowers have some significance in their relationship, and the "fire and ice" are important weapon elements throughout the book. And of course since it's kinda steampunky, I had to throw in a few clocks and gears.

I'm having a lot of fun with this story. Fun is cool. I really wish I could finish it sooner than later, but I have a vacation to prepare for this week! Dang. My days of speedy writing are kind of over, but I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing. I've been working on this...4 or 5 months? It'll take at least another couple to finish at the rate I'm going. Slow for me—but not really that slow. I don't mind though; I'll be sad when it's over!

Also, I hit 300 followers! I love you guys! I can't believe you keep coming back, that there are so many of you. Thank you so much for making me feel much more important than I am.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The Sketch Usually Posted On Saturday

Okay so I've been gone all day, but I am going to draw something right now! Promise! It needs to be something good...it's been a while since I put up a spectacular piece. Since that will take time, the drawing might be going up tomorrow. Not sure.

But in the mean time, I have a TREAT for you. This is a dramatic reading of a break up letter—and also a great example of why you need to LEARN TO WRITE. Otherwise, you kinda look, well, stupid. Then other people laugh at you. In public places like the internet. (Oh, and PG-13 for language, for those of you with kiddies.)

Friday, December 11, 2009

Agent Appreciation Day!

The adorable Kody Keplinger (her novel The Duff is coming out next year and it sounds fantastic!) decided that agents needed a day of appreciation—and today's the day! Since my agent is pretty freaking awesome, I couldn't help jumping on the bandwagon.

Nathan Bransford's my agent, and I think a lot of people already know he has quite the reputation of being utterly cool. While I can't really talk specifics (since I like that whole agent/client confidentiality thing), I can say he totally lives up to the rep.

Seriously, sometimes I have these panic moments where I worry it's all some elaborate joke that he actually signed me. Then I get an email from him and it's like, "Dude, this is real." I don't know if I'll ever get used to having an agent.

I'm not going to lie—it's a huge, yet humbling, compliment. And I've always struggled accepting compliments. I mean, Nathan has so much faith in my book. I can't express how grateful I am to know that and how much it pushes me to be a better writer. If he's willing to put his rep on the line and submit my work, then daggumit I'm going to write/edit my brains out!

I could probably go on all day about how great my agent is, but I'm just going to mention the most important thing to me. Because without this one thing, the rest wouldn't really matter:

Nathan gets my writing.

It's crazy, but true! Somehow he totally understands what I'm trying to accomplish with my book. And on top of understanding, he took the time to help me transform my book into what I always wanted it to be. Never once did he try and make it his book or a book that might fit the market or whatever. It's always been my book, but about a million times better.

If Nathan didn't get me, then none of this would have happened because I wouldn't have signed with him. That might sound insane, but I'm not kidding. The coolest thing about getting an agent is having a professional on your side that gets you. It's hard to find the right match, but I promise it's worth the wait.

Happy Agent Day to all those awesome agents out there!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Fresh Lenses

I went to the optometrist today, which always (rather appropriately) gets me thinking about vision. My eyes had gotten worse, yet again, and when the doctor gave me new contacts it was as if the whole world was new!

Anyone with vision issues has probably experienced this small miracle. I remember especially the first time I got glasses. I didn't think my eye sight was bad. So what if I had to squint a little to see the white board? That was only when I sat at the back of the classroom. But then I got my glasses and it was like I could see every leaf on every tree! I could read road signs better. The mountains looked like photos instead of paintings. Everything seemed to pop.

I hadn't realized how much I was missing.

It's funny how you get used to what you see. Even though my eyes most always get worse each visit, I hardly ever notice until the doctor makes me read that chart and I realize I can barely see the top line. Then I feel just a wee bit stupid for not noticing how bad my eyes have gotten.

Of course, all this got me thinking about the importance of fresh new lenses in writing. We get so used to our own work! We've read it so many times we don't notice the blurry passages or unfocused plot lines. The only way to improve your writing then is to put on a fresh pair of writing lenses.

Fresh Writing Lenses:
1. Time
We've all heard it before, but time is an incredible lens. And I'm not talking a week. Or two. I'm talking in months here. I used to think that just letting a piece sit was a waste of time. But with all the projects I have, I've been forced to let some rest.

Transparent is a great example of this. I literally wrote the first draft and walked away. I had other edits that required my attention. I knew there were problems with the book, and I worried that letting it sit for what might be a very long time would cause me to forget the story entirely.

I was wrong. I didn't forget a thing. In fact, all that time thinking about it made everything crystal clear when I did go back. I knew exactly what needed tuning, fixing, and polishing. Time made that project easier to edit.

2. Paper Copy
Putting my book in a different media always brings out the details for me. Things I glaze over on screen somehow stand out on paper. Sometimes I roughly design by book in Word or QuarkXpress (yes, I used to do layout design) and read it there. Having the words fall on different pages or come in a different font can help you focus.

3. Betas
Taking a look at your work through other writers' eyes is one of the best ways to see your writing clearly. Mine always help me sharpen my prose.

4. Experience/Practice
There's no shortcut. I know we all want to think that there is, but practice really does make perfect. Yes, first novels get published, but I don't think I've ever heard an author say that their first novel was better than their second. Or that their second was better than their third. Etc.

5. Professional Advice
Whether from published writers or others in the biz, advice from those who really know is a sharp lens indeed. It might not be easy to get, but if you ever have the chance don't be afraid to take it.

I'm pretty sure you guys know this stuff. All this has been said a lot. But just like we lose sight of our manuscripts, I think we also lose sight in the pursuit of publication. Heck, I know things have been blurry for me more than once. So this is just a friendly reminder to have your writing eyes checked.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

The Build Up

If you've read my books, you know that, while there is kissing, there is usually quite a bit of good ol' rockem sockem action, too. With a hint of wit (I try, at least). Yes, I write...um...romantic action/adventure? Romaction? Romventure? Anyway...I have a point, I swear.

All my writing seems to fall somewhere in that spectrum, but my current WIP is the most action-oriented (don't worry, I've managed to slip in a few kisses, mwahaha).

It's been an interesting experience having the action center stage. I've had to be very careful in building the scenes so they steadily increase in danger and awesomness. I think this applies to all books, but it seems to be such a delicate balance this go around. There's a lot of action.

I mean, each scene has to effectively "top" the last one! But then there has to be some breathing room in there. Except I can't let the tension fizzle and there always has to be some kind of constant conflict. That's a lot of pressure. And there's always this risk that I'll go overboard too soon and then the climax will fall flat.

I'll admit I'm having fun with the challenge, and I'm learning a lot about story structure, too.

I wish I could be more articulate about this topic—because it's a worthy topic—but I have to get my characters out of a house surrounded by Raiders and then help them navigate a catacomb labyrinth of DEATH. (That kinda made it sound like I'm writing a Japanese game show...huh.) Suffice it to say, that's sucking up all my brain power.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Character Development

I've been chatting with the Dread Pirate Sara recently about character development. She just finished my MS Transparent, which is officially in its first beta round (finally...six months after I finished the first draft). She asked me how I made the characters feel so alive, which was super nice of her to say. (Please don't take that as bragging. Transparent was my 11th book and let's just say I had a lot of practice/messing up.)

But I didn't really have an answer. At least not right away.

Every writer develops their characters in different ways, and I must admit that I don't make much of a conscious effort to flesh mine out. I don't fill out character sheets. I don't make many notes about what they like to eat or what they would do with a million dollars. For me, I have never felt that those types of things helped me understand my characters better.

Mostly, I just think about them all the freaking time.

I had to think about how exactly my brain makes characters for a few days. Because Sara is right—my character development has improved a lot over my last few manuscripts though I haven't changed my writing process, per se.

I think part of it is just plain old practice. I've written a lot of characters. A lot. I have more characters on "paper" than I really want to count, but I'm guessing it's well over 100 if I'm including minor characters. Maybe over 200 if I include the yet-to-be-written ideas. (Does that make anyone else tired? I'm suddenly craving a Code Red...)

After creating so many fake people, you kind of get a feel for what works and what doesn't. I've been through my share of flat and cliché characters. I didn't think they were at the time, but the way I approached their development made them look like that.

I think my early character problems actually stemmed from a character-sheet-like approach to them. (Not saying character sheets don't work! Just saying they didn't work for me.) I was operating under an assumption that the little details of a person made up their whole. But as I've worked on characters, I've discovered it's really the other way around:

The core of a person makes up the little details.

Real people have reasons for why they do everything, even if they don't know what those reasons are. And for me, I've found it's easier to develop a character looking at the big issues rather than the small.

Disclaimer: I did this all unconsciously and am just barely putting it into words. Sorry if it doesn't quite make sense.

I've found when I meet a new character, I ask them one thing first:

What do you care about most in the world?

Usually there are a few answers to that question. As an example, I'll use Danie from Hammered. She answered like this: "I care about surfing, history, my mom, my best friend, and making sure no one ever finds out just how damaged I am because I'm organic and everyone else is cybernetic."

Interesting answers, I think, and a heck of a lot to build a character off of. Each one I could dig deeper into by asking why. I ask why like a 4-year-old asks why—until a character has no more answers but "Because! Leave me alone!" The answers to the whys are what built Danie's character for me (and many others), though I'm not going to tell you the details and give it all away.

The answers to that one question—What do you care about most in the world?—also built the story for me. Surfing was not only part of her past, but a way I could create themes in the book. She describes things based on it because she loves it so much. Her love of history was a great way to introduce world building without sounding too stiff. Her dependence on her mom was a place I could create conflict. Her best friend was a place I could offer her support. Her belief that she was weaker for being organic—and her shame over it—is the driving factor in her character arc. The story elements are designed to push her. Admittedly, I didn't do all that intentionally on the first draft—that's what editing is for.

In simpler terms, character development for me is really a matter of character motivation. I base most everything off of a character's core desires. I don't just decide Danie's favorite fruit is apples. I came to that conclusion because apples were easy to bring to the beach, offered a good energy boost while surfing, didn't have to be peeled, and wouldn't get too sandy. When you have the reasons, the character rings more true.

Monday, December 7, 2009

The Race—Except It's Not A Race! Kinda.

There's this weird thing about pursuing publishing: No matter how much people tell you it's not a race, it's still feels a little bit like a race.

C'mon, you know it's true.

I mean, sure, the logical part of your brain is saying things like, "Agents aren't going anywhere. Take your time and make that manuscript all perfect and shiny!" Your rational side repeats things like, "Publishing isn't going to die—it's just going to change. I can write and edit without pushing myself too hard. I'm not worried at all."

And then you read about someone getting an agent or selling a book or hitting a list or being nominated for an award, etc.

Fear creeps in—irrational as it may be, it's real and, at least for me, very annoying. Because I know I shouldn't feel panic or jealousy or anger or fear—It's not a race!—but for a moment I do.

No matter how much I know, in those moments my little brain goes haywire and starts spouting nonsense:

"Oh no, now that agent/editor probably won't take on another book for the whole year. They have my submission! I'm going to get rejected because that other guy got signed. Woe is me!"

"I have to finish my new book RIGHT NOW because it's better than what I'm querying. And I have to hurry because querying takes forever anyway and I can't wait one more day or all the agents/editors will be GONE."

"I have to drop everything and do this edit immediately or this agent/editor will change their mind and decide they actually hate my book."

"Woe is me! My book will NEVER get an agent/publisher! I am doomed. Doomed doomed doomed to an eternal fate of Unpublished. Woe woe woe. Boo hoo. Sniffle."

"If I don't get into the business right now, publishing might spontaneously implode before I even get a CHANCE! I'm so forlorn! How will I go on? Alas, I am undone."

Can you tell I'm well-versed in publishing panic? I'm not proud of it, but I have this hope that maybe I'm not alone out there. Maybe a few of you are as temporarily irrational as I can be. So I'm trying not to be too embarrassed.

As someone who has felt this way many a time in spite of her valiant efforts not to, I just want to say a few things.

One, I feel you. We all work so hard to maintain professional appearances (which, let's face it, is the right thing to do), but there are moments on this journey that just suck. I don't want to go into my own (must...be...professional...), but know that I've been there. You know, that dark place that makes you want to give it all up.

Two, it's okay to feel that way. I think it's natural as humans to react that way. You can't help how you initially feel. The key is to get over it. Allow yourself those feelings for but a moment, but then it's time to pick yourself up and move on. Wallowing isn't attractive. I try to keep mine to a day max.

Three, actually, it IS a race. BUT. It's a race with yourself. The only person you're really up against is the Future You—the one that wants all the things you don't yet have. Your Future You might be a heckler. Mine is. My Future Me is always like, "Hey, is that all you can give? Is that really as fast as you can run?" If you're lucky, your Future You is patient and encouraging. They set an easy pace and you plug along with nary a worry...lucky punks.

But here's the thing—no matter how fast you run the Future You will always be out in front. There will always be another goal to reach. There will always be a race. But that's okay, because even if the Future You is way ahead of the Actual You, you're still winning.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Saturday Sketch With Spork


I mentioned yesterday that a character just jumped out of nowhere in my WIP Spork. Well, that's not entirely true—I kinda knew she was there somewhere, but I didn't realize she planned on coming out of the woodwork and playing a part so soon.

So this is Corinne. She's really fun to write so far, especially because she likes to rag on Adair. She's the sister of Cade, a Raider who may or may not be trustworthy. Gil can't quite tell, and Cade isn't one for doling out information. Too bad Gil doesn't have any choice but to follow his lead through the Raider-infested Moors.

Also, I just want to mention that Susan Quinn compiled a list of all the books you guys recommended for boys! Of her own free will. Thank you, Susan!

Friday, December 4, 2009

Et Cetera

Warning: The following is a mish mash of thoughts that may or may not have anything to do with each other. The writer is blaming it on actually writing, having 2 kids under 3, and the siren call of her Florida vacation in 2 weeks.

Thanks so much for all the recommendations yesterday! I enjoyed reading all your responses and stories, and now I have a fantastic list of books to boot. Seriously. You Guys = Awesome. It might seem cheesy, but I'm so grateful and amazed that anyone reads my blog. Thank you squared.

I'm actually counting down the hours until I can make gyoza for dinner. Some of you may have noticed Nick saying I did pretty good on my first attempt last week, but I still have some kinks to work out. Either way, dang, I love gyoza. They're even better fresh made.

Spork is going well! I've been steadily writing a chapter a day. A new character showed up out of nowhere yesterday. That's been interesting; I love getting to know those pushy ones you don't plan on. It's just a fun story. I don't know if it's any good, but I'm finally back to that point where I don't really care. I'm writing for fun—fun is good. Playing around with this book—no pressure whatsoever—makes me so happy. I'm starting to think every writer should have a WIP that they decide will never be published. Liberating, I tell you.

I think sometimes writers forget just how fun writing can be; at least I know I forget. For most of the year I've honestly been quite down on my writing. Editing, while necessary, just does that to me. I doubt everything. I feel like the worst writer on the planet, even when I know at the same time that I'm much better than I was even a year ago. Funny how the better we get the less we believe we're any good at all. I'll never understand why I feel that way.

What with my post yesterday, I've been musing about how teens compartmentalize themselves. I did it, though I didn't realize it. I was "artsy," so I couldn't like sports or be too into my appearance. So many people mentioned reading not being cool to boys. As if a boy had to only be a reader and nothing else. Like, a kid can't play soccer AND read? A kid can't love playing drums AND books? It's interesting how we as humans identify ourselves through our activities. My little sister even said recently, "I'm a sports girls; I can't draw." Why the heck not? My new goal? Stop being afraid of sports...should be interesting.

I finished a quick edit on my novel Transparent this week. I don't want to brag, but there is something about the characters in that book. They just pop. Totally amazing. I'm not really sure how I did it, but I'm proud of myself. And yet as good as I feel about that, I now worry if my other books/characters aren't as good. Or maybe they're just different? Or maybe the other stories have different strengths? I don't know.

I like to copy my friends. But then they go and do crazy things like vlogging. While part of me totally wants to jump on that bandwagon, vlogging kind of goes against everything I love about the internet. I mean, hello, you guys can't see how I'm cuddled in a blanket and wearing no makeup! You don't have to hear my very low voice that borders on teen boy if it cracked here and there. I don't have to trip over my words—I can type them out and reread them to make sure I don't sound like I complete idiot. But I don't know...what do you guys think of vlogging? Am I just being silly? It's entirely possible. I could put makeup on for the internet, I guess.

Okay, that's enough random for now. Hope you all have a lovely weekend. I will have a sketch up tomorrow! I know I missed last week. You were all so nice not to yell at me about that.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

The Thing About "Boy" Books

This has kinda been bugging me for a while, but it's one of those things I've been afraid to talk about. Well, here I go. It's about time I offer up a good rant anyway. I really want to know how other people feel about this.

There seem to be a lot of...assumptions and such about boy audiences for books. Here's a few I've seen quite frequently:

1. Boys don't like to read.

2. Boys won't read "romantic" books.

3. Boys stop reading after grade school.

4. Boys only like books if they have insert-whatever-stereotype-here.

5. Boys won't read books with female protagonists.

Is it just me, or is that horribly presumptuous? And if it is true, why in the world are we letting our boys get away with excuses like that?

Anne Rallen's comment on my post yesterday about broke my heart:
This is a really useful post. Thanks much. I'd also like to add what I heard from agent Laurie MacLean at a conference recently--an MG audience is made up of an equal number of boys and girls; but YA readers are mostly girls.

This is because, according to marketing people, the majority of boys stop reading when they hit puberty. I think that's why fantasy like the later HP continues to be called MG, even though the characters and many situations are YA, because if it's marketed to boys, it needs to be called MG.

It's all about marketing in the end.
This pretty much drives me nuts. Here's the line of logic (if you want to call it that): Boys stop reading at puberty—therefore we should not waste money making YA books for them. Let us put all our focus on "girl" books to keep the readers we have left.

Um...yeah. What?

I'm going to be as polite as I can, but this is just...it's not fair, is it? Has anyone ever thought that maybe, just maybe, boys stop reading at puberty because THERE ARE FEWER "BOY" BOOKS? The reality that YA is set up heavily in favor of girls is no secret—I get that publishers have to make a profit, that there is a bigger female audience.

But. But but but. Isn't it a well known fact/stereotype that girls are more open to "boy" books than boys are open to "girl" books? Would publishing more "boy" books really hurt the precious "girl" market? Maybe I don't know enough...but it just doesn't make sense to me and I wouldn't mind some kind of explanation.

I want to drive this point home with a personal story. One I hope will have a good ending.

I'm the oldest of all my cousins, thus I am blessed to be surrounded by teens and tweens at all my family functions. We had a ton of family over throughout November, since my Great Auntie from New Zealand was visiting.

Of course, with the impending release of New Moon the movie, we got talking Twilight and books. I was shocked yet elated that all my male cousins (including an 11 year old), had read Twilight! My 11-year-old cousin in particular blew me away—he said he loves to read! He was currently reading The Hunger Games!

My aunt said he has extremely advanced reading comprehension and then, "He's already way past Middle Grade reading, and I'm having such a hard time finding fun boy books in the YA section for him. He's fine with the girl books, but he likes to read about boys too and has already read most of what's there for boys...any recommendations?"

I started listing what I could recall—he'd read them all save the very new and very awesome Leviathan. I was blown away. Just...here's this kid dying to read and he's nearly exhausted the books geared toward him? I couldn't help but think that if he were a girl he'd never run out of options! What will happen if he starts to think he has run out of books he can identify with? That's...just...I don't have words.

I couldn't help wondering: Is it the boys who stop reading? Or is it the market that snuffs them out?

I don't know. But either way something should change. In addition to looking at girls as the market, can't we look at boys as this vastly untapped market? Instead of clinging to the audience we have...shouldn't we be looking for ways to expand that audience? Bottom line or not, boys should not be left behind.

I know I'm just one little writer—one little unpublished writer. I don't know everything about the publishing industry; I just know what I'm seeing is hard to swallow. And I want to help my amazing little cousin STAY a reader. I want him to have books he can love and identify with all the way until he graduates high school.

So I'm going to do the only thing I can do. I'm going to ask my amazing blogland friends to help me compile a list of Book Boys Will Like. They don't have to have male MCs; they don't have to be what people would stereotype a boy liking. But please, leave a few of your favorite "boy" books in the comments, both MG and YA and whatever else may apply. Thank you in advance.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Middle Grade vs. Young Adult

A question from my Q&A last week was just too long for me to include in my answers. So it's getting a whole post to itself!
Pen asked: I'm really interested in the difference between children's MG and YA novels. How can you be sure you are querying your book in the right age bracket? 

I'm writing a fantasy series, everything I have read suggests to me it is YA but when I compare my work with other writers in the same genre they are writers whose series seem to cross from children's to YA (Christopher Paolini and John Flannagan).

 So where do these writers really fit? How can I be sure where I fit?
First off, I want to make sure everyone knows that I'm not an expert in MG novels. Actually, I would consider myself more like a novice. If you're an MG writer, please feel free to correct me at any point.

The most obvious difference between MG and YA novels is age. MG is, as far as I know, written for children ages 8–12. YA is written for ages 13–18. Though I have seen older MCs in MG novels, you will most likely not see a 10-year-old MC in a YA novel. Unless, of course, an MG is being marketed as as YA to take advantage of the massive YA trend that's currently going on (Example: The Graveyard Book and Coraline I've seen in the YA section, though they feel more MG to me.).

How I See Middle Grade:
Just like I hate when people look down on YA, I don't think MG is defined by "simpler, dumbed-down" writing or stories. I sure hope there aren't people out there calling Harry Potter or The Giver simple-minded. Can you see how ridiculous that'd be? They are great books geared to their audience.

Because I write YA, I'll be honest and say I kind of think of MG in terms of things a writer "can't do." The audience is younger—I would assume there are some topics that you have to approach with great care or not at all. Like, for instance, kissing. I imagine there's not a lot of kissing or making out in MG. Or swearing. Or some of the grittier topics that YA somehow can handle (like sex, suicide, drugs, alcohol, abuse, addiction, etc.). That doesn't mean no awful or hard things happen in MG, but I'm guessing they aren't approached in the same way as YA.

Of course, Middle Grade is so much more than the "can't do's." Here's a list of what I think of when I think MG:

• Imagination. MG readers are open to any crazy thing. They have no problem accepting that a wardrobe leads to a magical land full of talking animals.

• Adventure. MG readers, to me, love good old fashioned adventure. The wonders of the outside world are still new and exciting and waiting to be explored.

• Discovery. MG readers are still learning about the world around them and how they fit into it. They are trying to figure out The Rules of Life—what's fair, what isn't, and how you're supposed to deal with that.

• Growing up. MG readers are on the brink of Big Changes. I always feel like MG stories build the bridge between childhood and adolescence. Sometimes they're a last hurrah before adulthood calls (Peter Pan). And sometimes they're more coming-of-age (The Giver).

• Family and Friends. Where there's more romance in YA, I always picture MG focusing more on family and friend relationships (though that's not to say these are non-existent in YA or that there is no romance in MG).

• Hope. The future is still bright in MG books, I think. Anything can happen. Characters can become whatever they want when they grow up. No fences.

• The Future. Nothing ever "ends." There's still so much life to live after an MG book is done. I imagine there's often a "looking forward" feel, a chance to imagine what will happen next.

Basically, when I think of MG I think of my adorable 10-year-old sister—what she would like to read about and what she's facing in her life right now. It's such a fascinating age—an age where you still don't mind a game of hide-and-seek, where you probably would die if your friends knew you still sucked your thumb, and where boys still have cooties but then kind of not. I admire anyone who can write MG, because it's HARD.

And then there's Young Adult. I've written about How To and How Not To write YA before, but I'll condense it for people who don't want to read that much ranting.

How I See Young Adult:
To put it bluntly, YA is the aftermath (or process) of puberty. I don't know how it went down for all of you, but I remember feeling like I suddenly had no clue who I was. As a kid, everything is black and white. You think you know where you belong and with whom.

But then everything changes.

I woke up one day and just stared into the mirror thinking, "Who AM I?" I didn't even recognize myself or the things I was feeling. It was like I had to figure out life all over again. And it was terrifying as hell—but I couldn't run to my mommy because I wasn't supposed to be a kid any more. Then I just felt...alone. If I only realized I was surrounded by a bunch of other kids trying to figure it all out too, but I couldn't because that's just not how being a teen works.

Some things I think of when I think YA:

• Self-discovery. I really think this is at the heart of most YA stories. Teens have to figure out who they are, who they want to be, where they belong.

• Independence. Maybe not complete freedom, but teens answer to themselves first. That's why it's so hard for their parents to get them to do anything.

• Inner-conflict. Teens think about stuff. A lot. (Which is why it's ridiculous to say YA is "dumbed-down.") They question everything they ever learned because they hunt for truth, crave it. Which often leads to a lot of:

• Disillusionment. Where there's a rosy feel (in general) to MG, often YA is about realizing the world isn't as wonderful as you once thought it was. It's often about reality, not idealism. (But that doesn't mean fantasy isn't a big seller, obviously. Fantasy can speak of reality without being so raw.)

• Hard Things. Because of that disillusionment, YA is allowed to touch subjects that MG most likely wouldn't. Teens want to know—they want to understand not what the world can be, but what it is.

• Firsts. Ah, firsts. It's such a new time of life. First loves. First losses. First betrayals. First kisses. The emotions are raw, acute (which is why I think first person does so well in YA).

• Lines. Pushing them. Drawing them. Figuring out which side you stand on...if you believe in lines at all.

• Hope. Ultimately, I've still never read a YA book where there isn't some shred of hope at the end, be it just a little tiny smithereen. Youth is still about hoping the future will be better. You're not allowed to be hopeless until you're an adult;)

When I think of YA, I think of my own teen years, which I seem to remember better than anything else. Seriously, college is a blur. But I can recall books worth of stories from my four-year stint in high school. Weird how that works.

So that's how I see MG vs. YA. For the most part, it should be clear where your writing fits in. It does get a little muddled when you hit that Older MG/Younger YA line, but that's just kind of how it goes.

If you want a better lesson, I really think Harry Potter is a great study in the transition from MG to YA. Each book is like a snapshot example. The fun, magical world of book 1 is classic MG. Then it gets progessively Older MG until the turning point at book 4, where it jumps to YA. The "darkness" of the later books is really just Harry growing up and facing the reality of a world that was always dark. Brilliant, that J.K. Rowling is.

Of course there are things that overlap, too. It's not a hard line. There is still ample room for Imagination, Adventure, and Discovery in YA. And it's not like there are no Firsts or Self-discovery in MG. I think it's approach and mood that make the biggest difference in your work being MG or YA, and hopefully I've made that semi-clear in this post.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Word Doc

I can write! I can write! La la la. I can write!

*Frantic dancing to this:*


Ahem, can you tell I'm excited? Because I am.

Also, I got to go to a Utah Jazz game last night—third row behind the basket. I'm not a huge sports fan, but I so could be if I always got to sit third row behind the basket (complete with free dinner)! We were so close you could hear the players talking. A dude right by us got hit with a basketball. And holy crap those guys truly are gigantic. Behemoths, really. It was pretty awesome.

Anyway...because Nathan's my agent, I feel like I'm allowed to copy him without looking totally, utterly lame:

Transition.

I'm writing again! Except I'm kind of...not. But it's not my fault! It's Kiersten's fault. See, she announced this rather awesome contest on her blog yesterday (go enter!). She's giving away books for being funny. I couldn't resist opening an old MS to take a look around for a few funny lines.

I started looking over Transparent again. You know, the book about the invisible chick? Yeah. I got sucked in. I hadn't read it for a good SIX months! And it wasn't so bad! With so much time apart, I could see how easy it would be to clean up the cute little MS. The plot ticks would be so easy to smooth out. Revamping the ending wouldn't take as much work as I originally thought.

And on top of that. The characters are still as vivid and adorable and funny as I hoped they'd be. I actually did a pretty decent job of setting up strong character arcs from the start, and there's not too much I have to tweak.

Wonder of wonders, it's actually a good little story! Hooray!

And more than that, I can make it an even better story with a little elbow grease.

Yup. On my first day back to writing, I'm editing. What has become of me and my hippy dippy writing ways? It's like someone trained me so well in editing that I can't help but obsess over making every single one of my books completely perfect. Hmm, I wonder who I should blame that on...

But never fear, I will be writing today as well. Baby girl just has to go down for her nap first. Spork needs a new chapter. I'm very excited to finally write about Sovereign—a vast catacomb turned dangerous Raider town. In classic 90s, Northern California slang: It's hecca tight.

Back to work for me now, since I can. Sigh, I love work.