Ah, the life of a writer. First you have great plans for writing a best selling novel. Then you actually try to write said novel and decide one or all of the following:
Once again, I "gave up" on traditional publication and put a third novel on Kindle Direct Publishing. It was one of my favorite novels and I had two agents "love" it but decide they were moving away from representing historical romance. The novel has done surprisingly well and that, combined with a very lovely "fan letter." I received about it have determined me to finish the half-completed sequel (of sorts...it's the heroine's best friend's story. I guess that qualifies as a sequel!).
And I'm determined to get the other medieval and other Regency that are finished and sitting in my computer up and published. They just need another good edit.
In the meantime, I've added yet one more thing to my life. With a fellow writer/creator, I have started a blog (don't you roll your eyes at me!) about living a creative life. Our goal is to share what it takes to make each day a creative expression for the simple reason of enjoying it more! We are working on some retreats to relax, rejuvenate, and inspire attendees to live creatively. It's called Bloom Late and so far, I've been much more attentive to my weekly contributions there than I have been here! Please visit and let me know what you think. In the meantime, know that though this poor blog gets largely ignored by me, I AM still plodding along as a writer!
I called it a haphazard writer's blog because I knew planning to write regular posts in addition to trying to squeeze writing time into my schedule would be as difficult as trying to squeeze discipline out of my typical "avoid writing at all costs" writer personality. But two years...wow!
Ok, so the two year mark is not entirely my fault. I was in the midst of writing Regency Historical number two when my life decided to take an unpredictable path. I say my life in the most passive voice, but really, I took an unpredictable path. I began the process of divorce. Funny how difficult it is to write a romance when you're in the throws of the deconstruction of seventeen years of couplehood. Ok, no so funny.
At any rate, I knew my other artistic vocation--that as professional belly dancer/instructor/studio owner--would not be enough to support me and so I threw myself into a job search. After carefully removing the words "Belly Dance" from my resume, I discovered that running any small business gives you some pretty decent experience that translates into administrative work. I was fortunate enough to land a job as the program administrator for a university music department. I say "fortunate" but really, I think the universe was really looking out for me there. After ten years as a self-employed dancer/hippie-ish mom, the thought of having to take a job in corporate America was rather terrifying. A university campus is a great environment for one such as me, and to be surrounded by music, well, that's really the best part of the job.
The other best part is that now that I've got a handle on the various projects and life cycle of the school year, I have substantial stretches of time to fill each day. I started out bemoaning this. I wanted to earn my salary, darn it, and I'd had my fill of reading articles online and planning house remodels I couldn't afford thanks to Pinterest.
Fortunately, part of the reason for my unpredictable path change was the desire to be the true me (well, after discovering who she is). I knew I had to return to writing and the next time I started to complain about being bored, I mentally smacked myself on the forehead and said, "You idiot! The universe gave you this plum job so you could support yourself and work on your dream. Don't waste it!"
So the biggest thing I've learned--and I really wish it hadn't taken me 46 years to learn--is that when you want something, don't go a single day without doing something toward that goal. Whether it's re-reading what you wrote last week, knocking out 1,000 words in a sitting, or just thinking about who your character is and what they shout when they stub their toe, you've got to keep plugging away. And multi tasking, because the book ain't gonna sell itself, so you'd better get some submissions out there.
At any rate, Writers Write. That's what some pin on Pinterest said, anyway, so I'm going to write--the book, the query letter, and this haphazard blog...
Wrote the following today:
"Heeding her aunt’s carriage-ride instructions, she kept her head high, a slight, inscrutable smile on her face, and allowed the occasional oh-so-tiny yawn as if she found the proceedings eminently lacking in entertainment.
Well, she reflected, she had yet to muster the daring to actually yawn (though just thinking of it made her jaw itch to stretch open), but she felt she had mastered the smile."
Seriously, just writing those two sentences made me yawn--twice!
Today I had to look up whether it would be period to use the phrase "head over heels." Thankfully, it falls within my current writing's time frame!
"Head over heels" derives from "heels over head" in medieval times. At first it was used not to describe romantic feelings, but to express a feeling of disorientation, similar to "topsy turvy" in nature. The "heels over head" described a cartwheel or somersault where you were literally upside down.
The London Annual Register newspaper printed the original phrase in January, 1766: "...Being thrown with great vehemence from a projecting crag, which turned him heels over head." At some point thereafter, the phrase flipped (can you imagine saying "heels over head?" It just doesn't roll of the tongue the same way--and forget what it would have done to the cadence of the Bangles song...)
The first known literary use of the new version comes from Herbert Lawrence's Contemplative Man (1771), which reads: "He gave such a violent involuntary kick in the Face, as drove him Head over Heels."
Leave it to us Yanks to make it all about love. In 1834, our own Davy Crockett used in his Narrative of the life of David Crockett, "I soon found myself head over heels in love with this girl."
Of course, some authors, being the fact-checking sticklers they occasionally are (i.e., when it suits their plot line!) stuck to the original phrase, even as late as the 20th century. L Frank Baum consistently used the older form in his Oz books: “But suddenly he came flying from the nearest mountain and tumbled heels over head beside them.”
And that, my friends, is today's useless trivia!
Writing/editing groups are really helpful for plotting your story, checking to make sure you haven't used "very" very often and catching errors like the metaphor "wobbly as a three-legged table." (Three legged tables actually don't wobble.)
But when you're mid-paragraph and have a crucial character question (especially considering the character in question is Our Hero), it is particularly helpful to have a husband with no sentiment regarding your plot.
For example, writing from Our Hero's point of view, the thought crossed my mind that when he noticed that Our Heroine's dark hair was similar to his own, he would think what lovely dark-haired babies they would have. I started to type this but stopped...something didn't feel write. Sure enough, when I consulted with the hubs, he laughed aloud. "Men never think things like that. He's probably just looking at her chest wondering how to get her in bed."
Sigh...I didn't write the bit about the dark-haired babies.
A few silken tendrils of hair had escaped their confines and lay against her cheek like a lover’s caress, tickling at her jaw line, catching at the corner of her mouth.
I love historical fiction and I love romance and I really love historical romance. And honestly, I think all great stories have an element of romance in them. Even Star Wars! In the first movie, there was that chaste kiss on the cheek from Leia to Luke...they were both kinda short, both cute. Of course we didn't know at the time they were brother and sister, but still....Then the dynamic sexual tension between Han and Leia in the second movie...well, you get my point.
So I write historical romance because you should write what you know and I know (or at least really like to learn about) the past and I love the way a well-written romance makes me feel.
But there is a world of genres out there and it is nice to challenge oneself, so on my back burner, simmering until I finish the current Regency romance I'm writing (only 22K more words to go! Any day now!) is the idea for a Steampunk novel. Action, adventure, some other ingredients I'm hoarding until the time is right. And of course, romance.
I'm rather new to the whole Steampunk thing. And honestly, I got into it for the costuming. Some friends started a CosPlay group and set as the first event a Steampunk event. Corsets, gears, top hats, goggles. I had a blast making the costumes for myself and daughter number one. Then (literally, the day before the event) daughter number two, hubby, and dad decide to join us so I whipped together three more outfits. But I digress...the point being that I love the whole mix of old and modern that Steampunk provides (Corsets and Gears!) BUT what makes a good Steampunk novel? The first one I read was...ehhh. And there was even a hint of a love interest (but guess what, only hinted at so you'd read the next book in the series. Not even a Han and Leia in the passageway of the Millenium Falcon scene!).
I went back to reading and studying historical romance and left the Steampunk idea on low. Then I saw an article on NPR by Christina Dodd listing the best romances of 2012. And guess what? There was a Steampunk romance listed! I'll tell you the title when I've finished the book. At this moment the jury (me) is still out. I'm mildly intrigued, but have yet to see sparks between the love interests. (I suppose you could track me down on Goodreads and figure it out...)
But whether or not this book turns out to go on the re-read list, I still have to figure out how to really KNOW the genre. And make it my own. Hmmm...I made need to make another costume for inspiration. The trials of being an author...
History has always fascinated me. As a young teenager, I became enthralled with Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind, namely because of the fashions of the antebellum society. Who wouldn't love to wear hoop skirts and carry parasols. Several re-readings later, I knew the dates of all the major battles of the Civil War and could name half a dozen colonels and generals who were important figures.
I joined a medieval recreation group on a whim--a college friend invited me to an event and again, attracted by the thought of wearing long skirts and saying, "m'lord" when someone said, "my lady." A historical romance I read at about the same time took place in Wales around the time of Llewelyn's last rebellion. I delved into the history of England and Wales to develop my "persona" for the group, a fiesty Welshwoman of the 15th century (the century determined, of course, by the fashion of the time).
Enter Diana Gabaldon's "Outlander." Need I say more? No, I don't. Suffice it to say that that, combined with my Morrison surname led me into learning more about Scotland. (And yes, Morrison is my married name, but thanks to genealogical research, it turns out I have Morrison ancestors myself!)
The Tudor period has always fascinated me, started by, you guessed it, the costuming. I mean, have you studied the elaborate brocade/velvet/silk gowns worn by Henry VII and his fellows? Not to mention where his daughter Elizabeth took wearable art!
But long skirts and corsets aside, I've always been keen on learning just what is "period." Accuracy has always been important and part of the delightful challenge of writing, costuming, or camping as a 15th century Welshwoman (rather grateful those last days are past!).
Things get tricky in writing historical romances, however, when you want to engage a modern reader with modern sensibilities. It's all very well and good for a Tudor-era leading man to be devoted to his faith and appalled at the rather pagan leanings of our leading lady, but in trying to stay true to the mood of the times, my knight ended up coming off as a bit of an intolerant prig! (This is the one book I mentioned earlier that I've not finished--and this is a major reason why!)
Regency England with it's proper manners and fancy balls, house parties, and social rules is one of the most popular eras for historical romance. But try having two people fall in love under the strict and watchful eye of a chaperoning great aunt! Try having a young protagonist appear ravishing when as a young lady, she's largely restricted to wearing white and pale pastels. Most importunely, it is a challenge to write strong women characters and respectful male characters without having the book feel too modern. Of course there were strong women and respectful men in the 19th century, but it was a different level or manner of strength and respect than we expect now. And perhaps it's age, but I find myself less and less tolerant of simpering female characters at the same time I'm put off by female characters who act like modern big city Americans when they're supposed to be from a small town in Hampshire! What a conundrum! What a balancing act as a writer. I am confident I have not mastered said balancing act, but that's what's been weighing on my mind lately as I read and write...
Great, all I need is one more reason to procrastinate! As if Instagram wasn't enough...