Category Archives: Writing

Q & A time: first drafts

Here’s another question from Monday’s VPL panel:

I’ve finished my manuscript. What should I do next?

First of all, congratulations! Finishing a first draft is a huge accomplishment. You should spend at least a few days imagining your future book launch, practicing your autograph, and writing your speech for the Academy Awards. (You were asked to write the screenplay for the film version, of course).

Next, you should send it to your mother, or someone equally biased. She’ll read your manuscript and rave about how brilliant you are. Then she might say something like, “Dear, the man named Dave in chapters one through seven, was his name supposed to change to Thor in the second half of the book?” Because, of course, she’s so enamoured with your skill that she assumes your mistakes are references to experimental fiction techniques and not real mistakes at all.

Once you’ve gone through that round of “editing,” and you’re feeling strong, pass the manuscript to a critique group, sign up for a workshop, or even take your pages to a conference. (More about critique groups coming later this week.) Basically, you’re ready for a skilled and honest round of edits. You need people who will point out that chapter seven is self-indulgent, chapter nine includes seventeen flashbacks, and prologues are passé. Listen to these people, rewrite, and submit again.

All done those stages? Now, pop your manuscript in a drawer for at least a month, until you can read it with fresh eyes. While you’re waiting, read a couple books on plot, character development, or voice.

After your next round of revisions — maybe! — you’re ready to submit.

I know this process seems ridiculously long. I know that the wait times are excruciating. But, like publishing, writing is slow. And the mantra that writing is rewriting… unfortunately true.

Q & A time: agents

I had a fantastic time at the VPL‘s Getting Started in Children’s Books panel last night. I thought I’d spend time on the blog this week answering some of the most popular questions.

Question of the day:
Do you have an agent? How did you find her?

I have an amazing agent — Patricia Ocampo of TLA. She’s both kind and (very) funny along with having those other useful agenting skills of business and editing acumen.

I’m somewhat new to this world; Patricia and I started working together in November 2011. But, I have to say, I LOVE having an agent. For the following reasons:

1. You know when you get a rejection, and your husband or best friend or mom tells you it’s totally unfair, and your book SO deserves to be published, and the editor is obviously blind? And that feels great, but you know that your husband/friend/mom is saying these things mostly out of overwhelming love for you? Well, an agent says many of the same things, but from a place of actual literary knowledge.

2. I hate talking about money. I would rather talk about death, zombies, or the apocalypse. Suddenly, I don’t have to talk about money anymore! I just send Patricia a little note when I finish an edit, and she says, “Great. I’ll send off an invoice.” How awesome is that?

3. Writing is an isolating business, and it is so, so nice to feel as if I have a partner in this venture. Someone who can say, “let’s argue that point,” or “no, drop it, you’re being neurotic.” Someone to provide an objective opinion on pretty much everything. Other than whether my clothes match. I’m still on my own there.

All this, of course, goes along with the obvious agent bonuses of (a) often getting an extra edit before your manuscript goes to publishers, (b) having access to larger and international publishers, and (c) having much more negotiating power.

So, is getting an agent crazy-hard? Yes. But is it worth it, if you can find one? A resounding yes from me.

The waiting game

The official release date for Anywhere But Here is October 15th, which is still soooooo far away. But, I wanted to share this link to Waiting on Wednesday, a weekly round-up of anticipated titles.

And — drum roll — Anywhere But Here is listed!

I’m anticipating, too! Yup, still anticipating. And… anticipating. All the way to October.

Catch and release

Yesterday, I pressed send on an e-mail containing my most recent YA manuscript. Until now, the project’s been read by my writer’s group and my husband. This journey to my agent’s desk is its first real venture into the outside world.

There have been times in the past when I’ve sent off a manuscript and then checked my e-mail hourly for replies, for weeks.

This time, I feel as if I’ve already poured all my worry and work and thinking and rethinking into the book. Now it’s off, and out of my hands, and my brain can relax.

And maybe even write something new…

Frumpy forever?

For the eight years (eight years!?!) I was at home during the day with my small children, I told myself that my frumpy clothes were entirely due to a lack of shopping time.

When the kids are in school, I thought, I’ll have tons of time to go to the mall. And I’ll shop on Granville Street, and 4th Avenue, and I’ll have outfits for every occasion.

Well, my kids are in school. And here I sit, at my desk, in frumpy clothes.

This is a pair of boots that I’d really, really like.

boots

They’re at Pacific Centre, a mere 15 minutes away. I’ve been thinking about buying them all week. And yet… downtown feels like SO far. And I have this manuscript revision that’s almost finished. And if I just sit here, enjoying the silence, for a little while longer…

I’m afraid it’s time to face facts. I am not dressed in frumpy clothes because of a lack of shopping time. I’m dressed in frumpy clothes because the things I like to do, given the choice, are write, read, and cook, and none of those things require fancy boots.

My high-school self would be so disappointed in me.

A bloody quick pick!

I mean that in the most polite possible way. YALSA (Young Adult Library Services Association) has selected Seeing Red as a 2013 Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Readers!

I think the YALSA jury and I share similar tastes. Check out these other books from the non-fiction list:

K is for Knifeball: An Alphabet of Terrible Advice by Jory John and Avery Monsen

knifeball

I Could Pee on This: And Other Poems by Cats by Francesco Marciuliano

Icouldpeeonthis

Weird But True! Stupid Criminals: 100 Brainless Baddies Busted, plus Wacky Facts by National Geographic

weirdbuttrue

Now, why didn’t I think of writing poems about cats and pee?

The publishing plunge

I was over at the CWILL BC blog yesterday, talking about how I got started in book publishing. You can read the interview here. I thought I was pretty funny, but then again, I’ve been on heavy-duty cold medicine all week.

The interview is part of a series, and it’s quite fascinating to read about the different paths people have taken to publication. If you’re interested, check out the whole collection of interviews here.

Picture games?

As part of last week’s talk on the changing landscape of children’s books, we talked about the increased visual literacy of kids, the explosion of graphics in children’s books, and the challenges and opportunities posed by apps and ebooks.

I showed two videos, both as examples of what picture books are competing against in the race to capture kids’ attention, and as examples of new ways in which stories can be told.

The Unfinished Swan is essentially a video game with picture book elements — you discover the story as you move through the game.

It’s quite absorbing, as a player, but as a writer — if you asked me to tackle a project like this tomorrow, I’d have no idea where to start. On the sliding scale between “book” and “game,” it’s definitely on the game side.

Then there are projects like The Unwanted Guest. Though still outside my comfort zone, I can at least imagine myself learning to think this way.

What do you think? Could you see yourself one day creating your tales as apps, or even interactive games? Because we may have to decide in coming years whether we’re authors only or whether we’re storytellers, in any medium.

Occupational hazards

I thought I had a perfectly safe job, not likely to cause undue harm to my body or my clothing.

Apparently not.

On Thursday, I was typing away when I happened to cross my legs at my desk.

Rip.

Yup, my favourite jeans tore. Right across the inner thigh.

On Friday, I was about to leave to pick up my children from school, when I felt a draft. I looked down… right across the inner thigh of my second-favourite pair of jeans, there was a big tear! And not the cool kind of tear. Definitely the inappropriate-for-schoolyard variety of rip.

As the author of not one, but TWO books about the wonders of blue jeans, I’m feeling a little betrayed by my clothing. And when a pair of gold-mining jeans can last a hundred years, why can’t mine last 12 months? Now, I have to go shopping, which I especially dislike because who can understand all those numbers involved in buying jeans? I mean, 27, 29, 31… what do those mean? Why can’t they just say small, medium, and large?

It’s possible that if I could understand the numbers, I could find a pair of jeans better suited to my apparently unseemly (pardon the pun) thighs, and work again in relative safety.