Showing posts with label Sandra Brown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sandra Brown. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Shake it baby!

For several days we on the East Coast of the U.S.A. have been obsessing about a Hurricane named Irene. Where was she? Where was she going? How fast was she going to get there?

Little did we know the true danger would smack us out of left field. In the middle of a sunny afternoon, our world shook. For most of us, it was a new experience. For a few seconds we shook, rattled, and rolled with the best of them.

And then most of the sensible ones were appalled when they realized this was a really small earthquake. In our defense I would like to point out any earthquake on the East Coast is unexpected.

There was some sporadic damage, but not the horrendous stuff seen after other, bigger earthquakes. It did serve the purpose of taking our minds temporarily off Madame Irene. After all the excitement wore off, we went back to the weather guys and discovered Irene has shifted focus and is now taking aim a little farther up the coast to say...Baltimore/Washington, D.C. and points north.

Just in case that's the real destination, I'll be off, preparing for the next disaster. One thing I can't complain about is a lack of excitement.

anny

Saturday, June 18, 2011

The Rush

When I was a young woman, there used to be a phenomenon in college sororities known as the rush. Basically, each fall a sorority would look for new members, wine and dine 'em and try to make membership in their sorority more attractive than any other sorority. Once the decision was made, the rush was over. At that point the new sorority sister found herself at the bottom of the totem pole, so to speak.

I have observed quite a few publishers employing the same tactics. Especially in the current economic climate, authors are carefully studying the cards they hold, trying to decide which ones to hold--and which to fold. It's a dicey proposition.

The publishers are well aware of the situation. Too many authors have lost by placing all their eggs in one or two baskets. Many of them are branching out, trying things they would never have considered a couple years ago. Partly that is due to changes in technology. More of it it due to the combination of dwindling royalty checks and a complex combination of factors at various publishing houses.

Faced with the wholesale stampede of authors, the houses are also trying new things, but perhaps the most insidious is the rush. At some publishing houses, it's a long-term practice, but many of the smaller ones are picking up on the idea. Here's how it works:

1) Your book is fabulous. Even if you have to slog through six set of edits, your editor soldiers on, working to get your book in some sort of shape to publish.

2) Your book's cover is spectacular. If there's one star cover artist at your publisher, she/he will be the one who does your cover.

3) Your opinion is in demand. It doesn't matter that you don't know diddly about the publishing world. Really. Everyone wants to know what you think. When you speak, everyone listens...

4) They can't wait for your next book. It doesn't matter how fast you're pounding them out. Or how lacking in plot and characterization. And if the story is eighty-five percent sex, so much the better. They're happy to do minimal editing and slap that baby up there on the release page. More!

5) When the first bad reviews come in you're history. Nah, I'm not talking about a four out of five, though I know authors who absolutely fall apart when they don't receive a five out of five. I'm talking about the reviewers who give you a one or two out of five and specifically wonder (in writing) where the heck the editor was for this piece of drivel. And what could the publisher be thinking when they published this terrible book? Oooops.

6) The rush is over. Suddenly you can't get the attention of anyone at the publishing house. They don't return your e-mails. They might forget to send your royalty checks. Or the checks might be short. Or they might start demanding a revise and resubmit on every single book you submit. Submissions might take months instead of weeks before you receive an answer. In effect, you're no longer the flavor of the month.

I've watched this rush cycle happen at more than one house. If you observe carefully, you will be able to pick out exactly which authors are at the top of the cycle. And if you watch long enough, you'll know which ones were the stars the last time around.

There's nothing wrong with taking advantage of the rush--as long as you're aware of the realities and are prepared when they spit you out on the other end. I know some authors who've been devastated because they didn't understand what was happening. But if you are awake and ready when you're whirled into the rush--well, why not use it to your advantage?

Just be ready to jump when you shoot out the other side.

anny

Monday, February 28, 2011

By the Book

I'm convinced there is no greater pain in the butt job than serving as my critique partner. Fortunately, my CP is patient and long-suffering and articulate. We live many, many miles apart and that's probably for the best because it's tougher for her to throttle me when I exhibit my usual Oh-my-gosh-I-don't-understand-what-you're-talking-about.

Sigh.

It's hard critiquing someone else's work. There's the itch to fix it. (But she doesn't!) There's the urge to change it. (Nope!) And if you're not both mature enough to not take the critique personally, you can hurt each other. Ideally, you can both look at it and say, "Here's the problem. How will we fix it?"

I have a terrible time spotting the weaknesses in my writing. Absolutely terrible. I know they're there, lurking in the underbrush, waiting for an unsuspecting reader to stumble across them. I would prefer burying those weaknesses deep and planting some daffodils on top.

I just have to find them. That's where my critique partner rides to the rescue. She points them out with her scarlet pen. We weed them out as ruthlessly as possible. And then we slap down a wide variety of flowers on top...flowers that enhance the story instead the murky mess that was there before.

Eventually, when we've both done our best, I send the story off to my editor. And she looks at the roots with a mighty microscope. Sometimes she spies terrible bugs chomping away or slime oozing from the roots.

And we do more weeding. More weeding!

Finally, the day arrives when it's a shining example of word gardening. Then it becomes a book--a story I'm proud to share with friends and family and even total strangers.

But it all starts with the lonely critique partner. Bless her heart.

anny

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Sponsors

I think this idea has merit. Some commercials are already mini-shorts. Why not just eliminate the show entirely? Remember that cat round-up commercial? Just think of the potential if they had a half-hour show to do that. Maybe they could get Sam Elliot to play one of the cat wranglers...

Or VW could have an entire season of Little Darth Vader. It could be a combo reality show AND commercial. They could follow Darth around and see if he ever gets the force to work for him. Win!

Tide could have a series that revolved around mothers who sneak around borrowing their daughters' clothing and how they stay out of trouble with the magic of Tide!

Coke could have an entire season to develop their fireworks dragon. Think how cool that would be. Every episode the dragon and the minions attack and at the end of every show the defenders come up with some ingenious way to make the dragon drink coke. Fireworks!

And for the Christmas Show, the dragons could fight the polar bears. Yeah!

It would be more honest, don't you think if the commercials took over network television? In the evenings (after the kids are supposedly in bed, but we all know they're really sitting up) there would be shows like The Little Blue Pill (Always be prepared!) and Beertime Races (combo of drinking game and closed course racing).

After all...how many people professed to tune in to the Superbowl so they could watch the commercials??? Right?

anny



Sunday, February 20, 2011

Real Men like to Snuggle

I suppose this is gonna be my own personal mini-rant. Somewhere along the line we've lost our snugglers. We traded them in for the uber Alphas. Tough. Ripped. Silent. Unemotional. And we lost the snugglers.

Alphas used to be snugglers when they found their woman. And they were even more snuggly when the kids came along. But now? They're too busy hauling their AK-47's around to be snugglers.

Now I'm not talking about during sex. A naked man with a naked woman tends to get a little snuggly. But later...well see, that's the problem. Alphas don't seem to have any laters. Somehow, they're out in the barn or field rustling cattle or they're off fighting the bad guys. But they aren't snuggling anymore!

They don't cuddle up on the couch to watch TV or a movie. Don't share the recliner while they take a nap with their woman. They don't laze away the afternoon in the tub, scrubbing her back or massaging her feet.

Nope, they spring out of bed, yank on their clothes and go off to do whatever alphas do. I say we're cheating them of their rightful privileges to snuggle. They should be able to cuddle at the breakfast table. Or snuggle on the loveseat while they read a book.

Real men like to snuggle. Bring back the snugglers!

anny

PS: Today I'm a guest at Cindy Spencer Pape's Blog. Drop by. Say hello! Go HERE!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Blogger Crusade and Phantom's Rest

First off, I've joined Racheal Harrie's Writers Platform Building Crusade. Curious? Check it out here. I confess I have no idea how it works, but I'm willing to try anything once. And hopefully I'll meet a lot of other bloggers!

Second of all, thanks to Lance Cheuvront who pitched in to offer his thoughts on ancient weaponry. I really appreciate his suggestions. (And a couple points I hadn't thought of...) Check out his poetry and other writing on Facebook. The man has a way with words.

Third of all, Phantom's Rest will be released at Passion in Print tomorrow! Check it out! I'm very excited about this book--so much so I'm busy working on the second on in the series.

Blurb:

When Beauregard Barker leaves his military career due to injuries, he takes refuge at the Phantom’s Rest RV Park, expecting no more than a place to recover as he helps renovate the park. First he discovers the place is full of ghosts. Then Emmeline Fairchild arrives for her annual stay and everything changes. Beau falls hard for the shy calligrapher who’s being stalked by a killer. Whatever it takes, he’s determined to keep her safe and persuade her he’s the man for her.

That's all for today!

anny