It seemed appropriate to have a gray wolf working on his first pumpkin for Thanksgiving. It's actually Halloween here in the picture, but I'm afraid wolves and turkeys wouldn't work out as well. :) So this will have to do as a Thanksgiving wolfish scene. :)
Hmm, the other day, one of my daughter's girlfriends showed off her t-shirt: Running with Werewolves. I need one of those! But how about: Dancing with Werewolves. :) Like the play on Dancing with Wolves? And my werewolves love to dance...in human form, so I think it works. :)
One of the fun things of being an author is that we get all kinds of neat notes--an editor of a newspaper from Georgia asked for a copy of To Tempt the Wolf to review and I'm delighted. I've been asked by an RWA chapter to provide an article for a newsletter, and another who asked me if I'd do a blog for the chapter.
A nearby book store asked if I'd do a book signing for my fans there next weekend. And a Berkley author asked if I'd help her out.
Half of being an author and writing the books is helping other writers too. Giving back what worked for us. Sharing how we create our worlds, our characters, our genres. How we promote and market our works. How we juggle the writing, editing, promoting, every day jobs and families.
When I first started out, I worked in a vacuum. I didn't have critique partners or mentors. I didn't have a clue what I was doing. But I had a big stack of books on writing, and I was an avid reader. We have to have more. The networking, the sharing, the fellowship.
We have to reach out to our fans also. Without our fans, we don't have a prayer. I love to hear what my fans love about my books. That's what helps me to come up with another book, and then another. That's what helps me to keep on track. And that's what gives me the incentive to keep on writing.
Right now, I'm finishing reading the final copy of Legend of the White Wolf, working on Plight of the Wolf, and have two more contracted works:
Dreaming of the Wolf, Taming the Highland Wolf
And already, I'm thinking about their stories and where I want to go with them. Right! Four stories all vying for a place in my head.
But then I do that with stories I'm just reading for enjoyment also. Do you too? Or can you only think of one story at a time?
And just received news of this:
Reviewer's Bookwatch: October 2009
Midwest Book Review picked up Reviewer's Choice for:
"To Tempt the Wolf is an extremely enjoyable and fascinating read. I am impressed with the way Spears has added her own unique twist, mixing it into the realm of shape shifters. She has successfully achieved creating a story that the reader will become absorbed in. The characters are wrote exuding life-like characteristics, the background is full of vivid description, making it easy for the reader to visualize and the plot was perfectly blended, keeping the reader guessing till the end. I am left satisfied and anticipate Terry Spears next book. This book is recommended to any readers who have a taste for the Paranormal, Supernatural, Shape Shifter and Romance genres." ~~Amy J Ramsey, Reviewer
Have a super Saturday. Unfortunately, I have to work!
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male www.terryspear.com
November’s here and I’m wondering what happened to October.
That’s easy. I had a month of blog promotion and book signings for Hex in High Heels and I attended the Emerald City Conference where Yasmine Galenorn and I got to hang out. It was so much fun even as we made faces at each other during the book fair. What can I say? They put our tables facing each other and we couldn’t help ourselves.
I also had a Haloween night signing at a local bookstore which was awesome. We had so much fun and I'm just mad at myself for not having anyone take my picture in my fun witch outfit, so all I have is my table.
Plus my husband had surgery last week. He’s doing well, but the surgeon discharged him the night after his surgery citing with all the flu he was safer at home. Hm, did he ask me about my nursing skills to make sure I’m not like Nurse Ratched (reference One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest for that one).
Barney is acting like my nurse’s assistant, checking on Bob every so often and Bogie goes in to give him a quick kiss on his hand. Naturally, no dogs allowed on the bed. The man actually thought he could climb the stairs to his own bed. One short walk down the hospital hallway proved that wasn’t to be for awhile. :}
I’m one of these people who are like the Energizer Bunny. I go on and on and on … you get the picture. Then I crash.
And Sunday afternoon, that’s just what I did. I sat at my laptop thinking about what I’d write for a blog post and my brain whispered “wouldn’t you rather take a nap?” Being it was a very warm afternoon; I answered the sleep siren’s call and curled up on the bed with Barney and Bogie as furry bookends.
What’s the benefit of an afternoon nap? You wake up feeling more alert. If not, there’s always a caffeine zap. If your critters are napping with you, you have that cuddle time. Just like the puppy in the picture.
So if your brain whispers “wouldn’t you rather take a nap?”, go ahead and treat yourself.
I love this time of year! Actually this warm weather gal loves all the weather from mid-April to mid-October, although here in the San Joaquin Valley of California the summers are quite harsh. I do not mind the extreme heat, but it is all the more reason to relish the springs and falls. This year we are being blessed with an unusually mild autumn. Right now, on November 3 as I am typing this, the thermometer is reading 78 degrees! I have the windows open and am sitting here in shorts. Very weird. But I am happier than a pig in slop! Winter is SO not my favorite time of year despite my love of Christmas, thus this bizarre daytime warmth is fantastic.
If I was forced at gunpoint to pick an all time favorite season I suppose I would say spring. I love feeling the heating sun after the cold of winter and watching the flowers bloom. It is all about the temperate clime, the blaze of colors, and the pleasure of getting outside and working in my garden. Therefore, autumn comes in as a close second. The brilliant colors of autumn have no equal, the air is fresh and crisp, and the gradual cooling in the evenings is blissful.
My third book, The Darcys at Year’s End, covers the months of late summer and autumn, ending on the cusp of winter. As always I confiscated and stared at photographs of England as I wrote, aiding me in visualizing a place I have never been. Here are a few of my favorite pictures followed by a short snippet from the book.
With the family thus settled, the last weeks of September glided by with happy serenity felt all around. The weather held clement and sunlit during the day with a slight chilling come sundown. The gradual metamorphosis about the extensive grounds began as autumn colors invaded, leaves burnished with golds and reds. The emergence of the multihued dahlia, purple toad lily, marguerite daisy, calendula, nasturtium, rosemary, and salvias provided a fresh plethora of vibrant color and fragrance to the summer-fading blooms. The numerous bushes with variegated foliage accented the already dazzling displays. The gardeners were especially busy preparing the vast gardens for the winter freeze and spring flowering, bulbs arriving by the wagon loads.
Lizzy watched the digging for several days before gathering the nerve to ask Mr. Clark if she could assist with the care of the private garden to the east of the manor. If he was shocked or dismayed in any way by her request, it did not show. Thus it was that Lizzy could be found most days on her knees in the soft turf with two gardeners named Robert and Harry aiding nearby. Naturally the modest garden was already faultless, and Lizzy had no desire to radically transform anything. She merely wished to plant a few of her favorite plants and to fulfill a long-standing pleasure to work with soil and flora, gardening having always been a pastime she enjoyed.
Now it is your turn to share your favorite season with us.
A friend of mine sent me this in an email yesterday, and I thought it was quite funny in light of the line of work I'm in.
If you can't find the book you're looking for....
You're probably at the....
I wonder if Wong carries copies of the Cat Star Chronicles? Something tells me he wouldn't, so if you're looking for Slave or Outcast, this sentiment probably holds true.
Hey, didn't I just do this? It couldn't be my turn to blog again so soon, could it? It MUST be a mistake! But, no, it's on the calendar. . . . and I can't argue with the calendar, can I?
Blogging and I have become good friends over the past year or so. I write a blog nearly every day and some days I write several. So when do I write the books, you may ask? My reply is that I have no FOOK HING idea! Well, actually, I do, for though I occasionally stagger forth from my desk to make dinner or go save some lives, the truth is, like most writers, I pretty much sit at a desk in front of a computer and write.
That's it. We write. Nothing glamorous about it and not something you should take up if you feel the need to get more exercise. The back of my legs hurt all the time now. It's been suggested that this is due to:
1. Bilateral deep vein thrombosis. This suggestion is courtesy of one of my nurse friends. I figure if that was the case, I'd have thrown a pulmonary embolus by now, so I don't think that's it (but I'm taking two 81 mg enteric coated aspirins a day just in case). 2. That I need new shoes. This one got two votes. One from my chiropractor and one from another nurse friend who has actually had blood clots in her legs (and thrown an embolus). I got new shoes last week, but so far, I can't tell much difference. 3. That my poor legs are carrying too much weight. This one is from my doctor who would love for me to get my weight and blood sugar down, but then I wouldn't need him, would I? 4. That I sit too much, which is my take on the situation. However, with the revisions to Hero due in exactly seven days (EEEKKK!!!!) and blogs to write, I have no choice but to sit.
Robin Kaye had an idea for a treadmill + desk thing, but I haven't gotten that far. In fact, I don't believe the treadmill exists that can fit in my house, let alone my bedroom--which is where I would need it to be. Looks like the only way to get a treadmill is to add on another room--or seriously get rid of some stuff around here. I've lived in this house for twenty years now and the clutter has won the fight. Oh, I throw out a few things from time to time, but the task is so daunting that it defeats me before I begin.
My DH and I have this dream that one day a truck will come lumbering up our driveway pulling a dumpster behind it and leave it here for a month for us to fill to the brim, and then that same truck will return and haul it all away. I feel the need to recycle and reuse most things, so the thought of putting a couch in a dumpster gives me cold chills, but it really needs to be done. The only other alternative is to move, and since this house is paid for, I don't see that happening.
I think I got off on a tangent there. I was talking about writing and the lack of glamor, which brings me to the Romantic Times convention next spring. A fellow writer wants someone to go with her and share a hotel room and I'm trying to decide whether or not I should go. It's five full days of workshops, costume balls, and dancing cavemen. Not sure I want to dress up in costume, but having a few cover models around might be fun. There was a sad scarcity of men at the RWA nationals, so this would be an improvement, however, that was only three full days and it nearly killed me. Not sure I can do five. And the dressing up was a bit of a challenge in DC. I'd probably end up wearing the same clothes I bought for that event because with the exception of a couple of shirts, I haven't worn any of them since.
So, what about it? I know Judi has been, but has anyone else? Does it add a touch of glamor to our isolated writer's lives? Are the costume parties worth the effort? Does the idea of standing next to a trim, fit cover model turn you on or make those of us with Writer's Butt want to run and hide? What are your thoughts?
Ever since my first book was published (mumble-mumble years ago), I've enjoyed talking about writing. In fact, when I've done talks at bookstores, schools, or book clubs, I've happily shared with audiences my Important Writing Lessons:
Learning to write well will serve you well even if you don't choose to be an author.
If you do choose to be an author, learn all you can about the business side of the writing "industry."
If you do choose to be a novelist, write the darn novel.
There's more, of course, in my bag of writing advice tricks. When it comes to doling out writing info, in fact, I can talk for hours with the zeal of a missionary trying to convert the multitudes. Maybe it's because I had to learn so much on my own. I'd like to help others the way some published authors helped me, sharing advice and expertise even when they didn't have to.
So for a long time, I was hard-pressed to say no to any request to talk to somebody about writing, as long as it fit into my schedule.
There have been a few times, though, when I've regretted my willingness to be generous with my time. These include the following examples:
The writer who wants to get started in writing, but hasn't even finished writing a short story.
The writer who loves to write but doesn't want to share her stories with anyone.
The artist who wants to tell me his story and share what he's written and possibly even interest me in helping finish it and getting it published.
The teacher who wants to write but thinks she has to quit her day job to do it.
In each of these instances, I'd happily met or talked with the individuals involved, thinking they wanted me to share hard-learned lessons so they could advance their writing aspirations.
In truth, they don't really have writing aspirations if they're not, well, writing anything. Or unwilling to share that writing with anyone. Or unwilling to face the sacrifices one must make in order to pursue publication. With the exception of one or two, what they really want is for someone to listen to their ideas, and . . . well, I'm not sure. Tell them how great they are? Write the stories for them?
These incidences are rare--it's much more likely that I encounter would-be writers who are serious about their writing dreams--but they've happened enough in the past few years that I've become a bit more selective with my time. I don't jump any longer at any opportunity to help a "friend of a friend of a friend of a friend" who wants to know about the writing business. I ask a few questions first, and, if it's going to be a one-on-one meeting, I might even suggest they spring for lunch. :-)
This newfound choosiness comes from a writing lesson it's taken me awhile to absorb: if you're serious about writing, you guard your writing time. As Robin pointed out in yesterday's post, meeting deadlines means sitting down to write, write, write, even if you're not always happy with what you first put on the page.
Giving up that precious writing time to consult with someone who turns out not to be that serious about writing is a disappointment, to say the least.
Don't get me wrong. I still love talking about the writing business--but with people who really want to hear what I have to say because they're serious about writing.
Has anyone else here encountered this issue--being asked to help out folks who turn out not to be so serious about writing after all?
Actually, since this blog is posting November 2nd, it began yesterday but it’s not too late to join in the fun.
NaNoWriMo is for all of you who have said, “I’ve always wanted to write a book.” Here is the perfect opportunity to cross off another item on your bucket list! Go right to NaNoWriMo.org and enter.
NaNoWriMo is easy. The goal is to write 50,000 words in one month. I know it sounds daunting but it’s very achievable. The trick is to turn off your internal editor and just write. It’s amazing what happens when you do just that. Sure, you’ll write a lot of crap, but once you get into the groove, you’ll find diamonds among the less than sparkling words.
Let’s face it, so many people say they want to write but in my humble opinion, they over think it. Sometimes you just have to sit down and do it. You can think a book to death, but unless you actually write it, it will never come to fruition. Write the book of your heart. There will be plenty of time in the future to do rewrites and edit your work, but you can’t tweak a book that’s not written or as my buddy, Nora Roberts says, “I can fix a bad page, but I can’t fix a blank page.”
Every week or so you’ll receive an inspirational email from a famous, or not so famous author, whose words will encourage you to keep going. You’ll find yourself racing toward the finish line with the buddies you’ve made along the way. People in your region will have write-ins where you can meet up at a Starbucks, the library, or other public place. Bring your notebook or notebook computer, and write for a few hours. There are forums or message boards for you to post questions, answers, or talk about what music you listen to while you write. But let me caution you, the message boards are so much fun, they can draw you in and before you know it take up all your time.
NaNoWriMo has an amazing program for young writers, which provides a month-long writing experience for kids and teens. It has been known to improve self-esteem, teach perseverance, and give them a new appreciation for writing and literature. When you think about it, that is exactly what it gives to adults who participate.
It costs nothing to join NaNoWriMo, but they are always looking for donations to keep the website going and help pay for the Young Writers Program. It’s easy to donate and they also have a store where you can buy great coffee mugs, Chris Baty’s Book, No Plot? No Problem!: A Low-Stress, High-Velocity Guide to Writing a Novel in 30 Days, tee-shirts, sweatshirts, hats, badges, buttons and patches.
I’ve been participating in NaNoWriMo for three years now and it’s changed my life. It gives me a shot in the arm even when I’m in the middle of a stressful deadline, like now for instance. I have another 50,000 words to write for the 4th book in my Domestic Gods series and I’m going to write them during NaNoWriMo with my writing buddies from all over the world. I hope you’ll join me.
Let the fireworks ring out! Let the jets fly overhead! Let freedom ring—
Okay, perhaps I’m going a bit overboard. (Yes, sea analogy totally intentional.) But it does show my feelings as my second book, Wild Blue Under, hits stores.
To celebrate, a couple of my characters decided they’d dive in to spread the word since, after about 25 blogs, I think I might have run out of things to say.
First up, Chumley Masticar. (A deluxe, beautifully-appointed saltwater aquarium is wheeled onto the deck; inside, a sucker-less remora swims over multicolored coral and through a lava sculpture reminiscent of the Arch at Land’s End.)
“Chumley Masticar here. You all might remember me from my save-the-Mer-world role in In Over Her Head, yes? Where I enabled hero Reel Tritone to save the girl, the diamonds, and his life?” He nods his neck-less head. “And what thanks do I get? A marble bust in downtown Atlantis? A celebratory parade? Dinner at the palace?”
He shoves his dorsal fins to his hip area. “Hmmph. I think not. No, I get supplanted. Supplanted, I tell you. By some know-it-all, fly-by-night seagull. A
seagull. Can you imagine?! This is a sea world we’re talking about. Mers. The Rulers of Atlantis. And they give the starring role to a bird? What’s this world coming to?”
Figure-eights froth bubbles to the top of the tank. “I’ll tell you what it’s coming to. A Mer Prince heading onto land to return a half-Mer princess to Atlantis. A half-Mer princess, mind you, who A) doesn’t know she’s half-Mer, B) doesn’t believe a word he says and C) is allergic to the ocean. You wanna tell me how anyone thinks this is going to work?” Chum has to untie the figure-eight he’s tied himself into. “With a seagull.”
(Shuffling and squawking sound from inside the bridge then the door swings open.)
“Can it, fish.” The herring gull flutters over to the tank and swishes the top of the water with his yellow bill. “Look, you had your time in the sun when In Over Her Head came out. Now it’s my turn. So shut your trap.”
The Chief of the ASA braces his webbed feet on the corners of the tank, gives his back a swipe with the top of his head then clears his throat. “Hello. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Livingston, charged with the protection of Mer Heir, Rod Tritone, on his land-based mission to recover the lost princess.”
“Lost. Hmpph,” A bubble explodes on the surface of the water.
Livingston flaps his black-tipped wings once and settles himself on his belly in the water and proceeds to paddle around the tank. “As I was saying, I am happy to say that, although it was touch-and-go for a while, what with dive-bombing peregrines and an albatross with an agenda, all’s well that ends well and our Prince and his Princess live happily ever after.”
“Geez. Give away the whole plot why dontcha?”
Livingston aims a quick kick of his webbed foot at the remora. “It’s a romance, twit. Of course they end up happily ever after. I didn’t give anything away.”
“Uh huh.” Chum pops out from under the arch. “And the albatross part? The peregrines? The high-speed chase—”
Livingston’s foot pins Chum’s tail against the side of the glass. “I didn’t say anything about a high-speed chase. You did.”
That shuts Chum up. A first.
“Anyhow.” Livingston does a wing-over-wing to settle those appendages on his back. “As I was saying. All’s well that ends well, and if you’d like to see how it ends well, head to your local bookstore or check out your favorite online bookseller (including Target – something new for this book!) and see how this real fish-out-of-water story turns out. Oh, and feel free to share your favorite scene—or better yet, your favorite sidekick—with us. And thanks for sharing this special day with Rod, Valerie and I.”
Chum wriggles free and pokes his head over the edge of the tank, sending water sloshing over the side. “Don’t forget me!”
Livingston fluffs his breast feathers. “Sadly, I wish I could.”
Okay, so maybe I should have come up with something. Those two can’t be in the same part of the ocean together without causing a scene; I don’t know what I was thinking letting them handle this.
Here’s an excerpt from Wild Blue Under:
“How in Hades am I supposed to make Valerie come with me?” Rod asked his reflection in the appliance’s stainless-steel door.
“You could always kidnap her.”
Rod stared at the reflection. Talking appliances? If Humans could design something that complex, surely they could fabricate something other than plastic to keep their food in.
Then he saw movement behind him and turned around.
A herring gull.
And if his hunch was right… “Livingston, I presume?”
The bird confirmed his identity by stretching his wings, revealing the legendary star tattoo on his breast, then inclined his head in the traditional acknowledgment of royalty.
Forget niceties. The Council’s Chief of Air Security had only one reason to be here. The renowned aerial spy didn’t “happen” to show up inland without a very good reason: like making sure Fisher’s son was following orders.
Zeus. Could someone cut him some slack?
“What do you want, Livingston? And what were you doing in Valerie’s store earlier?”
The herring gull ruffled his black-tipped wings before he hopped off the window ledge onto the dining table. “In her store? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
Livingston shrugged, then worked his gray feathers back into place with his yellow beak. “Hey, what you believe is up to you.”
The gull turned his head to the front, the red spot on his beak always a perfect way to distract someone.
But not Rod. He knew all the tactics—had studied each and every one. And if The Council would only remember that, he wouldn’t have to deal with the Chief of the ASA.
Of course, that put the kibosh on the report of the rogue gull in the store.
“What were you doing there, Livingston? You scared her and made a mess of the place.”
“Rod, I wasn’t anywhere near her today. Haven’t been for a few weeks.”
“Oh, really? Then you want to explain who decided imitating a stuffed seagull would be funny? She ended up getting hurt.”
“Imitating a stuffed seagull?” Livingston rolled his eyes. “I’m going to kill Ace. It’s his newest hobby.”
Ace? Hardly. That gull had been a menace at flying, not an ace. “Not if I get to him first.”
“Is she going to be okay?”
“I believe so.”
“Oh. Good. So, you got anything to eat around here? I just flew in from Bermuda and, boy, are my wings tired. Cod? Herring? Toasted cheese sandwich?” The bird kicked one webbed foot over the other and brushed his forehead with his wing. “Trifle warm here, isn’t it?”
Rod opened a cabinet and grabbed the tin of sardines he’d planned to save for a snack, offering them instead to Livingston. Bribery might work. “Yes, it is. Much warmer than we’re used to, especially without sea breezes. Which, again, brings up the reason you’re here. And how long are you planning to stay?”
The bird slurped one of the sardines down with a satisfied gulp. “Those are good. Nicely salted.” He helped himself to another, then settled down next to the tin. “So, how’s it going?”
Rod exhaled. The bird was a well-known interrogator, and if he didn’t want to squeal—or squawk—nothing could make him. “It’s… going. Not with quite the results I had anticipated, but I’ll get her to come. Even if I have to toss her over my shoulder.”
“That well, huh?” Livingston grabbed another fish. “Caveman tactics don’t go over so well these days, I hear. You could always tell her the truth.”
“Sure, Livingston. Water-breathing people with tails who live in Atlantis go over so well with Humans. Especially without proof."
“Hey, you don’t have to get snippy with me. It was only a suggestion. I do work in an advisory capacity to the High Councilman, you know.” The gull snorted, then coughed out the sardine. “Ugh. That’s not pretty.” He fluffed it off the table with his wing. It landed on the floor with a splat.
Both of them looked at the gelatinous mess, then at each other.
“You want to get that?” Rod asked.
“Ummm.” The gull spread his wings, turning the black tips upward. “Do you see opposable thumbs?"
Rod sighed and shook his head, grabbing a paper towel from beside the sink. The gull had climbed the ranks of the Sky Service faster than anyone in the agency's history. His ego was legendary; cleaning up a mess was obviously beneath him.
Not that Rod was in line to be the ruler of all the seas or anything.
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So, favorite sidekick. Doesn't have to be from my book, or yours. What about movies, tv, stories, etc.?
It's almost Halloween so I think I have to talk about the paranormal romance subgenre and my current thinking.
What I'm hearing is that Vampires are here to stay. However, I'm also seeing that it's absolutely necessary to do something different/interesting/fresh with them and their world. For some really interesting thoughts about why vampires are sexy, I recommend Beyond Heaving Bosoms by Sarah Wendell and Candy Tan of SmartBitches.
We at Sourcebooks are having great success with Linda Wisdom's light paranormal Hex series, and we're launching a werewolf trilogy by Lydia Dare that I think is going to be fabulous (the werewolves get crankier and crankier as the moon waxes, then they turn into a wolf, then they're calm again for a few weeks--does this sound at all familiar?).
Terry Spear's werewolf series continues to win awards and exceed sales expectations, and her readers love the real-life wolf connection that shapes how her werewolves behave. Ashlyn Chase's first in a new series is Strange Neighbors, in which an entire apartment building is filled with paranormal creatures with hilarious results. And, of course, Judi Fennell's Mer series (mermaids, mermen--Mers!) is also going strong.
And next season we'll have fantasy romances coming from Kathryne Kennedy, featuring gorgeous warlike elves and their progeny.
Time travel and genetic memory also seem to work well--readers love to take that trip into a different time and link it up somehow with the present day.
It seems to be a tough time, however, for ghosts and psychics. I have a theory about this (did you think I wouldn't?). I think ghosts and psychics often function as deus ex machina plot devices and then the credibility isn't as strong. Particularly when they're incorporated into a romantic suspense, where the coincidences seem to abound. Of course, if you have something unbelievably compelling going on, you can get away with many things that you might not otherwise.
We're continuing to add new paranormal romance authors to our list, but if you write historicals, romantic suspense or another subgenre, don't despair! My theory is that if you have a great "hook" you can sell in ANY subgenre, even if that subgenre is on the down cycle. That's because I think readers are out there, but they're following proven favorites unless you give them a compelling reason to buy your book.
Here's what I'm looking for:
single title romance fiction in all subgenres (paranormal, historical, contemporary, romantic comedy, time travel, erotic romance, romantic suspense)
90,000 words or thereabouts (80K is ok, 75K (except for erotic romance which tends to be a little shorter) is not, ok? 120K is ok, 140K is not (except for Jane Austen related fiction which tends to be a little longer))--if in doubt, ask me
a heroine the reader can relate to
a hero she can fall in love with
a world gets created
there's a hook that allows me to sell the book in 2-3 sentences
Why do I love the furry critters? Considering the zoo in my house, a shapeshifter, or more, wouldn’t bother me one bit. If nothing else, I wouldn’t suffer cold feet during the winter, would I? Plus, look at this picture. Wouldn't you adore a Jake in your house?
There’s so many of us who adore shapeshifters for one reason or another. For me, I tend to look on the quirky side. When I first mentioned Jake in 50 Ways to Hex Your Lover I had no idea he was a shapeshifter. At the time he was a hunky carpenter the witches liked to watch through high-powered binoculars. When he showed up in Wicked by Any Other Name I realized he was a perfect fit as the Border collie that hung around the witches. It would have been way too typical to have a wolf roaming in the forest but no one in town would think a Border collie just might be more than he appears.
So here’s five reasons why I love the furry guys.
Is there anything more faithful than the furred kind? Once they find their mate, their relationship is forged for life. You don’t have to worry about them sniffing after that sexy blonde that lives around the corner. Their eyes, body, and soul are only for you. And if they come home after a long night with long hair on their jacket you just know it’s theirs. What more can a woman want? While they might not bring your slippers when you get home from work, they just might lay a sizzling kiss on you that’s way better than shoes.
Stamina. Just to be totally strange here, I watch my three year old mini white Schnauzer with his large stuffed octopus every evening after dinner. What can I say? It’s dinner and a show at our house. Then there’s when he eyes a large plush German shepherd with that ‘hey baby’ eye. I fear the day will come when he’ll do more than eye the toy. Put Barney in human form and any woman would be singing the Hallelujah chorus.
Many shapeshifters have a darker side and how many women do you know that loves that total bad boy that makes you tingle inside? Don’t we like walking on the wild side? We wouldn’t think of taming them. That would just ruin the fun.
Who else could keep you as safe as a shapeshifter could? We are talking incredible strength, fangs, and claws here.
And admit it. We have our dangerous side once a month, so while they turn furry we’re also known to do our share of growling and snapping.
But what about Blair? What would she say? And remember that Blair does have that witchy snark in her.
“Jake is a twofer. If he’s furry I can take him to a dog park, although I always make sure to conjure up a license for him. I can watch him chase his tail … or cars. He makes a great foot warmer. He also gets along great with Stasi’s dog, Bogie. Plus no way the neighbor’s cat comes around. I may be a witch, but that doesn’t mean I’m a cat person.”
There’s quite a few shapeshifters in my books and not just werewolves. There’s Willie the Wereweasel in Hex Appeal, the cop with a drop of WereChihuahua blood, the usual panthers, wolves, etc. I like to create a varied community and I think I’ve done that. And you can expect more in future books.
The fun part of writing paranormal is that anything goes even with the creatures. After all, how many witches wear magick bunny slippers or have a gargoyle hanging around them? Just as the shapeshifters in my books vary from dark and nasty to sexy and downright cute in Jake’s case.
I hope you enjoy Jake’s part in Hex in High Heels. There’s nothing sexier than a shirtless guy wearing a tool belt. And another of Jake’s secrets is revealed in this book. Talk about a guy no woman could resist!
I didn't intend to go into a bookstore yesterday. It just sort of happened.
Actually, I think my car is possessed by a evil entity which insists that I periodically check out my local Barnes & Noble and Borders to see if they have my books in stock. I say evil because I never know how this will make me feel.
First off, my regular Tuesday morning riding lesson was canceled, so I had the time free to run a few errands. I needed new shoes--which is always a hassle--a few things that my DH asked me to get for a Boy Scout function on Thursday, a training collar for my new puppy, and some environmentally friendly dish soap, which is only available in two stores that I know of.
It was chilly and drizzling, which isn't great for anyone's mood, and though I had little hope for the shoes, I did manage to find a pair of Nikes that fit most of my criteria. Trust me, having a wide foot is worse than having a wide you-know-what when it comes to buying things that fit. Most of my shoes, this pair included, have come from the men's department, which is okay if you're buying sneakers, but not so good when you're looking for something a bit more dressy. There was a buy one get the second pair half price sale going on at Shoe Carnival, but I'll swear, I bought the ONLY pair of shoes in the entire store that were a men's size 7 4E--shoes that are even now making me painfully aware of my feet.
Then I bought a new hair dryer so that I'll have one to take with me when I go to the INRWA retreat next month and won't have to leave Budley hairdryerless.
My next stop was the import grocery, where I bought a variety of olives, the dish soap, and some Scottish ale, which was NOT for the Boy Scouts.
Exciting stuff, isn't it?
Then that evil force made me drive to B & N, where I found one copy of Slave on the shelf. It was face out, and wasn't signed. Not another book of mine in sight. So, I ask myself, What does this mean? Have they sold all of the others and are waiting for more, or did they return them? We never really know, do we? There was one bright spot: the copy wasn't signed, and the last time I was in there, I signed all the books they had. Hmmm.... So, does this mean they've reordered, or just taken the sticker off? Nope, it wasn't signed. So that means they sold them all, right? I hope so.
I asked once (a very long time ago when I was only self-published) if they ever did booksignings there, and the reply was that since local authors usually sell so poorly, they only have group signings once or twice a year. Can you tell that I've never asked them again? I didn't on this day, either. Then my possessed Honda took me to Borders where I was greeted by a cute young chap who asked if he could help me find anything. It was on the tip of my tongue to say no, but that same evil force made me say: "Do you ever have booksignings here?" He told me that they did have them from time to time, and then asked the fatal question: "Are you an author?"
Following my reluctant, though affirmative reply, he told me that I needed to talk to Lance, the manager, who, of course, wasn't there at the moment. We went on to discuss my books; whether they had them in stock and that the next one would be out in January, etc--which he seemed to think was an excellent time to sell books. I told him I'd talk to Lance at some point, although I feel quite certain that Lance would not live up to my expectations for a man with a name like that, which makes me reluctant to explore that option.
After I began wandering about the store, it became clear to me why they had my young friend posted near the door. They had rearranged it completely since my last visit--which was probably when Rogue came out in March. I finally found the romance section all the way in the back, and being an author with a "B" name, I was practically on the back wall--but (we must look for bright spots when we find them!) at least not on the bottom shelf! They had three copies of Outcast and one of Rogue, which was already signed. Seeing as how there were four of them, that gave me just enough room to turn them face out.
But then, the evil force took me in its clutches once again and I snatched up all three copies of Outcast and took them to the front desk. The man I'd talked to was there with two female employees, who looked at me like I'd lost my mind when I said, "I'm the author. Is it okay if I sign my books?" In fact, I had to repeat myself before one of the girls said, "Well, I guess that's okay. . . " My boyfriend (I was starting to think of him that way by this time) came to my rescue with, "Oh, we did have your book!" After that, they found the stickers and were looking for a good pen when I pulled out one of my own, which was approved by my new boyfriend. After I signed each copy and put the stickers on (in just the right spot so as not to cover up any of Lynx's hotness), he volunteered to put them back on the shelf for me, but I declined, knowing that I intended to put them face out. However, (bless the boy!) he told me to see if I could find someplace where I could put them face out on the shelf. To which I replied, "I'll do that."
So, I then read a few pages from a book called "I hope they serve beer in Hell," which was a riot, but I decided that it would adversely affect my writing style if I were to read it in its entirety, and our editor has to censor me enough as it is. In the end, I left without making a purchase and I splashed through the puddles on the way to my car with a much lighter step--a car that seemed to be saying, "See? I told you this was a good idea."
On the way home, I pondered the meaning of it all. Having three copies of Outcast on the shelf--does that mean they haven't sold any? Or that they've sold them all and reordered? There was the one signed copy of Rogue left, but as I recall, there were originally three and one of Warrior, which was missing. Good sign--at least, I thought it might be. . . Then there was that one copy of Slave at B & N. I really should have pretended to be a reader looking for the rest of the series and raised hell with them. Too bad my friend Suzie wasn't with me. She'd have done it.
Regardless of the meaning, I drove out of town feeling much better than I did when I drove in, so perhaps that evil force wasn't so evil after all. . . .
This blog is too damn long. I should edit it.
Nope, not going to. You're just going to have to experience my insecurity as it is. ;-)
Ordinarily, I’d talk about the fun I’ve had guest blogging this month and talking about my recent release, Hex in High Heels. Hm, I guess I just did that!
But today is also the day of my husband’s surgery. A day of waiting to hear if he’ll be okay.
Inside, I feel he will do fine and I'll catch up on my reading while waiting.
So do yourselves a favor today and hug the one you love.
I'll also be on the radio this week. Wed. The Donna Seebo Show on BBSradio.com at 3pm PT and Thurs. on Sirius XM/Satellite, Broadminded w/ Christine and Molly at 9:30 am PT.
Plus, I'll be signing my Hex series on Halloween night at Eclectic Books, 39520 Murrieta Hot Springs Road in the Margarita Ville Shopping Center in Murrieta, Calif. The signing is 7-9 with live music, costumes and a party atmosphere. I promised my husband I'd bring candy home to him. By then he'll feel up to indulging.
In my April 2010 release, My Own Personal Soap Opera, soap opera head writer Frankie McNally rarely has to deal with actors' agents. But as writers, we all interact with agents regularly.
(And how was that for slipping a mention of my next book in with the topic of this post? LOL!)
When I first started writing seriously, I queried agents left and right, scrupulously researching which agents would be best for me. For any aspiring authors on this blog, here's a quick rundown of the kind of research you might find valuable (I did):
Read Publishers Lunch, the weekly round-up of deals produced by Publishers Marketplace, noting the agents representing works that are in the same genre and of the same tone as yours. Consider subscribing to Publishers Marketplace so you can search their deals database.
Use websites like AgentQuery.com to look for more information on agents, whose names you cull from Publishers Lunch. Also use AgentQuery to look up other agents.
Plunk the name of agents you're thinking of querying into the search engine of amazon. It pulls up any searchable book where an author has acknowledged his/her agent and gives you a more comprehensive view of that agent's work.
Go to the agency's website, looking at who handles subsidiary rights, whether the agent is a member of AAR (not essential, but a good indicator), and the like.
Use various writing email loops to pose the question: "Anyone here know anything about Agent X? Write me privately."
Once I had a list of good agents to pursue, I pounded the cyber pavement with my queries. (By the way, if an agent didn't accept electronic queries, I would think twice about querying him or her because I knew that electronic communication was important to me. It's fast and convenient.)
And then, finally, of course, I waited, my list of "agent questions" at the ready should I be fortunate enough to receive "the call" from one of these exotic creatures.
I was lucky enough to get that call more than once. And I'm extremely happy with my current agent (shout out to Holly Root!) because we're on the same page (groan -writing pun) on virtually everything.
That wasn't the case for my previous agents. Yes, I had more than one. It took me awhile to figure out that a good agent/client relationship is like a marriage as much as a business arrangement. You have to be in sync with each other. You have to respect and trust each other. You have to have the same vision and the same affection for the projects you're handling together. Your agent has to have a working style with which you're comfortable.
A good agent isn't necessarily the best agent for you, if this "marriage" isn't working out.
I had the usual list of questions to ask agents when I interviewed them:
How do you handle submissions?
How many editors/houses do you submit to?
How do you notify authors of editor reactions?
Do you have a contract? What is it like?
These questions and more are available on handy websites aimed at writers. But these questions often resulted in answers that all writers want to hear--why yes, I submit to all the major houses and more, and I immediately get back to authors with editor reactions, and my authors can contact me any time--really, any time--they want, etc.
As I became more business-savvy, I started adding to my list of questions, and I discovered that the more I could quantify, the clearer picture I could draw of that agency's work. So here are some questions I wish I'd known to ask at the outset of my career:
How many clients do you handle?
About how many sales do you make in a year?
How many times do you interact with authors in a month?
Do you notify your clients when you're going away (a small thing, but it means a lot to me--there's nothing like being all excited about a project, writing your agent, and getting an automated "out of office" reply telling you she'll be away for a week or more)?
Do you have a cap on any copying and mailing expenses the author might be responsible for? If not, may I insert one in the contract?
How many submissions do you generally do before having the ole "book funeral?"
When I began writing, I would have been too timid to ask those questions. Agents were great. I was small. Now I know that it's better to find these things out right away, to make sure the marriage of author and agent can work smoothly.
For you agented authors--what kinds of research or questions were most useful for you in your agent search? And for unagented authors--what would you like to know about an agent but have been afraid to ask?
It seemed appropriate to have a gray wolf working on his first pumpkin for Thanksgiving. It's actually Halloween here in the picture, but I'm afraid wolves and turkeys wouldn't work out as well. :) So this will have to do as a Thanksgiving wolfish scene. :)
