Posted in Uncategorized on July 18, 2009 by kcwildwood

It’s county fair time, and I can almost taste the funnel cakes.

The daughter is getting all of her projects ready, dusting off her ’show clothes’ and polishing the silver on her saddle. Grandma is rifling through her recipes, trying to decide which version of her famous peach pie to bring. And we are all laying in our supplies of bug spray, sunscreen and bottled water.

We are fool enough to camp at the fair, meaning that for days on end we will consider a corndog and a snocone a well-rounded-meal. We will be sticky and sweaty and will forgo wearing make-up for almost a week. We will bathe in the nearest water hose and spend endless hours watching important-looking men with clipboards strut about in the middle of showrings, passing judgement on every form of livestock known to man. The teenagers will flirt and giggle and wiggle, and the young’uns eyes will glow as they take in the rodeo/demo derby/country music show.  We will fall asleep at night to the sound of the carnival rides, and we will wake in the morning to the sound of feed pans rattling and cattle mooing.

At the end of the week, we will head for home, sunburned and exhausted, (hopefully) clutching at least one blue ribbon for our troubles. Grandma will gripe and complain about the pie that beat hers, and the daughter will no doubt be in deep, meaningful, heartfelt love with some lanky, hairy-legged creature that I can barely stand…

Ah, yes.

County fair.

I can almost taste the funnel cakes. *smiles*

Tribute

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on July 17, 2009 by Lsomerville

My grandmother was a wonderful storyteller. She wasn’t a very good housekeeper. She couldn’t bake to save her life. And her cooking was so bad her sons put Tabasco sauce or ketchup on everything…even her mashed potatoes.

But she could spin a yarn.

Most of the stories she told me when I was kid were Cherokee stories like How the Creator Gave the Strawberry to the Cherokee, Where the Dog Ran, or How the Turtle Got His Broken Shell. My favorites were ghost stories that she swore were true. Since I was born on Halloween, I have a natural love of all things spooky.

When I became a mom and my children grew old enough for bedtime stories, I passed on her stories to my kids. Each time I told one of those tales, I felt I was passing on a piece of her. Sadly she died before any of my children were born. But in a sense, they know her through the tales she told that I pass along.

A month ago, I became a grandma for the first time. I can’t wait until my DGS is old enough to listen his grandma tell him why the Milky Way is called Where the Dog Ran. And I can’t wait until he asks, “Nana, how’d the turtle get his broken shell?”

Do you have a favorite story you want to pass on to your kids and grandkids?

Being Happy With Your Success

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on July 16, 2009 by spwagner

There are many cases of people who have great success in life but are unhappy because they can’t do something completely different. For example, both Mariah Carey and Madonna were huge pop stars. Their albums went platinum, their concerts sold out in moments. But neither one was satisfied with their musical success. Both of them pursued movie roles where they found themselves panned by critics instead of lauded for their efforts.

There are authors who have success in a genre who want to break into another genre.  Until they ‘cross over’, they won’t feel successful.  I once sat in an audience and listened to a wildly successful romance writer describe how she didn’t consider herself a romance author.  What?  She wrote a time-travel novel, all the while thinking she was a science fiction writer.  When the publishers got a hold of her book, they determined that they could market it as romance.  She didn’t think of it as romance.  When she got accolades, she stuck her foot into her mouth trying to explain how she wasn’t a romance writer, even though her book was marketed as romance and she, in fact, wrote it.

As an unpublished author, I find these anecdotes fascinating.  When you aren’t published, you think anyone who is, is successful.  It’s hard to imagine that a writer wouldn’t feel successful unless some other, more obscure wicket is crossed.

Did Elvis long to make schmaltzy films?  Or did his agent book him into movies when he considered himself a successful musician?

Writers are allowed a great deal of leeway in their creativity.  No one will tell a writer that they can’t write something… Tony Hillerman left his successful Navajo cop franchise to write a book set in Southeast Asia.  He did it.  He must have wanted to write that book.  The fact that most of his readers wanted to know what Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee were doing must have come as a surprise to him.  Or not.  His next book was back in the Reservation.

Are we just so focused on what we don’t have that we long for it?  Is it a ‘bucket list’ kind of deal?  If I wrote successful historical romances would I pine to knock out that mystery novel set in South America?

As I ponder this, I wonder why the authors don’t just write what they want and then try to sell it.  If it doesn’t sell, then the readers are trying to tell you something.  Possibly you OWN medieval romance and shouldn’t jump genres.  Maybe your command of men in kilts is such that THAT is what your readers expect.

I believe that writers should write whatever they want.  I also believe that, as a reader, I may have some expectations from an author that has successfully created several books in one genre.  What do you think?  Does it surprise you when you hear that someone says “I don’t think I’ll be successful until I _____.”

Megan Fox, voted the most sexy woman alive after her roles as Mikaela in both Transformers movies, said she wouldn’t feel successful until she’d made a “non-Transformers” movie.  She made two movies before she starred in Transformers.  Do you think she meant, “I won’t feel successful until I make a BLOCKBUSTER film that breaks boxoffice records which is not a Transformers movie?”

What do these successful people want?  Why aren’t they happy with the success they have?

–Sandee Wagner

The Living Language

Posted in Uncategorized on July 15, 2009 by ladysuran1

A few months ago, I had to enable the closed caption tool on my TV.  Since then, I’ve been having a ball, reading some of the “audio typos” that scroll across my screen.  Such as “John Lenin” instead of “John Lennon”.  “Collaborated” became “clap rated” and “germicide” turned to “jimiside”.  That isn’t even English!  But my absolute favorite was “can do this” showed up as “dookis.”

There was a discussion recently on some of my loops about English and how different it is from place to place.  That’s because it’s a living language.  Have you ever read THE FAERIE QUEENE by Spenser in the original language?  I took a course on early English literature by a professor who was a world authority on the poem and she could actually read it out loud in the old English.  I only recognized one word in seven; that’s because of the changes that have occurred in the last 600 years.

I know that several times, when I’ve critiqued someone’s work, I occasionally discover that I catch words or phrases that I used in the ’60s, but sound weird today.  And don’t get me started on the grammar and punctuation changes that have happened since my last English course. 

But that’s the way it should be.  Language is one of the things that distinguishes from the other primates.  Oh, they have their own calls, but they don’t change over the years.  I bet a chimp from the 16th century could fit in pretty well with chimps today.  And just as we evolve as humans, our language grows with us.  I think that’s one of the reasons words intrigue me so.  I love the sound of a well turned phrase, the texture and rhythm of well written prose, and the imagery of a highly polished descriptive paragraph.  I love the quirky words that come and go; I’m even enthralled with those technological words that I have no idea what they mean.

That’s one of the things I love best about writing.  I can pick through words like beads in boxes, stringing together all kind of things.  It can be everything from a strong, sturdy article on how-to or a raunchy limerick or a heart-breaking song.  Words…bright, clever, terrifying, or dull.  I can use them to make books I love to write.

Conferences–The Good, The Bad & the Really Ugly

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on July 14, 2009 by Meg

Many of our fellow RWA sisters are headed to DC, or are already there. You have my deepest blessings and wishes for outstanding success. Please tell me all about it as I want to know all the gory details. There are some parts I will miss but the crowded elevators, the overpriced meals and rooms, missing all the sites to sit in class aren’t among them. With the Internet, networking has become so easy that many face to face meetings aren’t as necessary–this is my opinion only.

I’ve been asked more than a time or two why I don’t go to National, especially when it was in Dallas three of the years I’ve been in RWA. Duh, Dallas, what fun is that? I’m not a fan of crowds although I can hold my own. I thank being a dirt track diva for that now. I can wield a pretty mean tire iron if I have to. The ugly truth is that National isn’t my style of learning. I’ve gotten more out of smaller conferences–ours being the very best. And my BS meter pegs soooo easily these days.

Don’t get me wrong, I like conferences. I’m at one now in gloriously beautiful Memphis, TN, with my husband! And it’s free. Just last night I networked with several people, handed out business cards, promoted my book, The Twisted Sisters, and stared at all that eye candy Kira & Annie would drool over. (They did have shirts on but the ones they had on were a second skin.) While my dearest goes to class, I am free to explore the city or sit watching stupid movies or lounge by the pool. Nights are for parties.

Did I mention the male to female ratio? 100 to 1.

Public Service Announcement

Posted in Uncategorized on July 13, 2009 by ltrout

The last time I posted, I was in Sitka, Alaska. High temp for the week was 57 with drizzly rain. Boy am I longing to go back! We’re sitting here baking in the Oklahoma sun with temps running 100+. Yikes! Doing ANYTHING outside just seems ludicrous. So I don’t. I’d wanted to ride the Harley to the meeting Saturday . . . but not when it’s this hot. Give me a nice air conditioned car, thank you very much.

All any of us want to do is hunker down and wait out the dog days of summer . . . which is early this year, I think. The heat drains you not only physically but mentally. Which isn’t conducive to being creative. However, when you have deadlines to meet you have no choice. You have to sit down and write. And hope it’s coherent, believable and engaging. I find that after I go to bed is when my mind finally kicks in and I think of wonderful lines and solve plot problems. But the problem is . . . by the next morning, it’s gone. *sigh*

Okay, now on to the Public Service Announcement portion of this blog.

It’s HOT!!!  So:

Wear light clothing – drink lots of water – avoid alcohol and caffeine.

Stay indoors under the air conditioner if you can.

Check on your elderly neighbors and family. They won’t ask for help; they’ll just sit in their homes and bake. A heat stroke can overtake you faster than you think.

If you think you or someone around you might be having a heat stroke call 9-1-1, then get the person cooled down as much as possible. i.e. get out of the heat and get liquids in them!

Keep your pets indoors, or if they go out make sure they have plenty of fresh cool water and shade. They can have heat strokes just like people.

I’m not a medical professional so I’m sure there are tons of things I’ve forgotten to list, but you get the general idea. It’s hot enough to fry eggs on the sidewalk so take precautions. We love ya’. :-)

Networking

Posted in Uncategorized on July 12, 2009 by Kira Daniels

We had our monthly book meeting yesterday and it was great! I always love going to the meeting. Sometimes though I wish it was more than once a month. Seems like I just can’t catch up in one day. :D

But yesterday’s question was “What is your favorite way to network?”

Mine answer was Facebook, blog, Twitter–all of them.

I’m not published yet, but I plan on it and when I do, I want as many people as possible to go out and buy my book! So I figure the more people who know me, the more I can sell. Makes sense right?

For a lot of people, networking is an evil word that makes them cringe. I think Marilyn will relate. hehe I enjoy it. Mostly. But it takes effort. I have found a few blogs where I like to visit, and in turn they started visiting my blog. It makes blogging on my site more fun, because well…people come to see what I have to say!! lol

Anyone who wants to get there name out there should have 3 things-

  1. Website– you must have this. It’s like having a business card.
  2. Blog– you can combine website and blog, like I have. It like a 2 in 1. It’s great and not as expensive as a website. :)
  3. Facebook- YES!  Join FACEBOOK! It’s wonderful! Very interactive and it’s a great place to advertise your book and your new blog posts. :)
  4. Okay, I know I said 3 but this one is really good too– TWITTER. This is fun and I’ve learned a lot about authors and publishers and have also won books through Twitter.

#4 is optional, but the first 3 are a must. (Yes, I’m still looking at you, Marilyn!) :P

So get your name out there! Whether your pubbed or pre-pubbed!

And you can find me at www.kiradaniels.com  — I’d love to see you there!!

Magic Beginnings

Posted in A Writer's Life with tags , , , , , , on July 11, 2009 by susanshay

Romance Writers Ink is gearing up for our unpublished contest–Where the Magic Begins–and I’m really excited.

Don’t get me wrong. The contest is a ton of work, but it’s satisfying. The best part is getting to read (and meet) new writers. Some are barely budding and some are almost full blossom, but they’re all fun reads.

Information garnered from a contest can be the trick that changes a manuscript to a published novel. And a bad judge can be the instrument that causes a writer to throw in the towel.

For that reason, we’ve worked HARD to make sure WTMB is the best it can be.

First we train our judges.  If a judge doesn’t know what she’s doing, how can she help someone else? And while we can’t touch on every scenario at a judge training session, we have people available so a judge who isn’t sure can ask someone instead of making it up as she goes. (I’ve entered contests with judges who had to be doing that.)

We’ve revamped our score sheets (well, Annie did) to make them the best they can be.

We expect our judges to make accurate comments on the manuscript AND on the score sheet. (If there are no comments, only scores, it’s nearly impossible to figure out how to change the manuscript for the better.)

Why do I say accurate comments? Because I’ve experienced and heard about so many judges who are completely wrong! One woman was scored down because “everyone knows there are no trees in Arkansas.” I got a low score once because I had a ranch with contaminated ground water and “that water can never be cleaned up.” I knew that. It was part of the story.  

We expect our judges to be supportive. Women who judge just to discourage “the competition” have no place in our contest. Only judges who love reading another writer’s work and will cheer them on need apply.

So why should a writer (new or experienced) enter a contest? Because a new set of eyes might see a plot hole or an inconsistency you and your critique partners (or beta readers) missed. Because there’s the possibility that you’ll final and get in front of an editor. And finally, because rejection is part of this business and it’s never too soon to work on that thick skin you’re going to need.

And if you win, you get this really cool pin that says MAGIC!

Summer Yummers

Posted in Uncategorized on July 10, 2009 by Marilyn

I’ve been teaching my grandson to say, “Yummers!” when we share food. He does it pretty well, though he somehow manages to replace the r with a w sort of sound.

“Yummers” has been on my mind today because I made a big ole mess of green beans and new potatoes. Oh, mama. It’s not summer till you’ve had at least one pot of that. And it’s so easy to make: fresh green beans, new potatoes, a ham shank (or hock), salt pork, salt, pepper and water, and a couple hours later . . . mm mm mm yummers!

(No, green beans and new potatoes isn’t a health food. The more pork fat, the better.)

What are your favorite summer gotta-have’em dishes? Homemade ice cream? Sno-cones? Fresh tomatoes sprinkled with balsamic vinegar and feta cheese? (Another of my favorites.)

Share. And if they’re really yummy, I’ll be asking for recipes!

alone, at last!

Posted in Uncategorized on July 9, 2009 by kcwildwood

Today I drive to Kansas City and drop my youngest daughter (15) off at the airport. She is flying out to Washington DC to spend a week with her big sister. They are going to have a blast. She wants to be sure to visit Arlington Cemetary, and they are talking about touring the Smithsonian, etc…

As for me? What am I going to do to fill my lonely hours while my children are absent? When I am home, all alone, without a single soul to keep me company?

Oh, don’t you worry. I have plans. *sly smile*

First of all, I am not going to wash a single dish. Or do a single load of laundry. And I am going to have ice-cream for supper, just because I can. I’m going to stay up late and not worry about bed-time, and I am going to borrow my daughters favorite shirt. Without asking. I’m going to lay around and talk on the phone for hours with my friends, mostly about nothing. And I am going to turn the stereo up too loud every time one of my favorite songs comes on.

In short, kind people, I am going to revert. In the absence of all thing teen, I fully intend to become one. Without the pressures and expectations of maturity thrust upon me, it is amazing how quickly I backslide. I’ve gone through this before, and I know of what I speak. Lawns do not get mowed. Garbage does not get carried out. Beds do not get made. This is serious, people, LOL!

Oh, have no fear. By the time she shows back up a week from now, exhausted and exhilerated from her brave venture to the ‘big city’, life will be back to normal. The dishes will get washed. There will be a curfew reestablished. For both of us. And things will, for the most part, resume as usual.

But, somewhere in the back of my mind, as we settle comfortably back into our daily routine, I can guarentee you that I will be thinking, ‘I wonder if Big Sis would take her again for Thanksgiving?’.

KC