Well, you've had to hear me whimper about bad news on the publishing front, so I suppose I should share a little bit of good news.  Yesterday was set to be a rejection day--got a short story rejection first thing in the AM--but then lo! Came home from work and had a short story acceptance.  So, that's two this year, which is nice.

In other writing news, I did something that at first seemed "constructive" and now strikes me as a big mistake.  I made a little note card for each novel I'm working on.  Posted them up on the closet door of my office, so I could track when I'm working on each one and how far I'm getting.  See?  That looks constructive, doesn't it?  Except when I got to note card seven, I realized: "Oh, I'm working on seven different novels in various stages of completion."

Sick sick sick.  Sure, some are closer than others.  One is more than half done, while two are just in embryonic research stages.  Still, it can't possibly be a good thing that I have that many ideas jockeying for space in my brain.

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Sometimes you get a rejection that makes you erase the play board and start over. 

I drank too much coffee yesterday and was awake too late, thereby putting myself at risk of the dreaded unexpected late-night e-mail rejection.  It was one of those rejections that's hard to set aside, because it was personalized and it came from a place I'm already familiar with: obvious writing talent and not a commercially viable project.

I know this about the book I've been querying.  It's too big, too convoluted, a bit too smart to be straight genre, but I love the book.  I want people to read the book, but I'm not without a certain amount of pragmatism.  After eleven rejections, knowing what I know, I'm putting this one on indefinite hiatus.  It's time to move on.

The next book I'm querying is distinctly more commercial, so at least I don't have that hurdle, but that whole issue is weighing on me pretty heavily as I try to decide what project to work on next.  I always have about half a dozen things waiting in the wings, but as I work on a decision, I thought I'd ask my Voxy neighbors what kind of things you're interested in reading these days.  What sorts of stories, issues, people are you interested in?

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It's not just the case in knickknack stores--it's true about writing, too.  Thanks to a timely reading by the esteemed Val, I've concluded that the first chapter of my aforementioned fantasy novel is busted.  I broke it, probably with too much revising, editing and a little over-vigorous "polishing."  I've always known this about my rather pathetic attempts at poetry.  My first and second drafts are usually pretty good, but never really good.  My third and fourth drafts are usually crap.  I don't know why, that's just how it is.  It has not ever been that way with my fiction, but perhaps that's only because my fiction is sturdier, more able to stand up to 20 or 30 drafts before it crumbles under the sheer weight of my tinkering.  Now I know.

As of today, I've got about a week to go back and unbreak that first chapter in time to query the book on March 11.

Luckily, the boss is away for the rest of the week, so I'm in the clear for a couple of 8-hour writing days.

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It's already been that kind of week.  I got my annual review yesterday and my boss gave me "exceptional" marks on all categories.  That's me: Redzilla the Exceptional Secretary. 

I am not currently Redzilla the Exceptional Writer, because along with my exceptional marks as a secretary, I got three (3) rejections yesterday.  I'll return when I feel more like an Exceptional Blogger.

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After a thorough-going policy meeting with my dear friend Spucko, we are prepared to release our white paper report on what the hell is wrong with the fantasy genre these days.  It breaks down into two basic categories:

Character Occupations:
Pick up any fantasy trilogy and fantasy trilogy in the making and they all seem to be about wizards or professional thieves.  I realize it's fantasy, but give me a break.  Where does all the food in these stories come from?  Who digs the ditches?  Does it just reflect an assumption on the part of fantasy readers that these are the only "interesting" occupations for characters in fantasy novels?  Does that reflect an assumption that most jobs in the real world are too boring to be featured in fiction? 

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Take a quick perusal through some of the bestselling new fantasy, though, and you'll quickly discover a dearth of farmers, accountants, and wet nurses.  Sarah Monette's Melusine Trilogy?  Main character is a professional thief/assassin.  His brother?  A wizard.  Scott Lynch's Locke Lamora Trilogy? Main character is a professional thief. Susanna Clark's Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell?  Main characters are all wizards.  Here's the thing: what the eff is the magic for?  Mostly it seems like the magic is only used to fight with other wizards, like magic is just some ethereal video game where the wizard-nerds are trying to pwn each other.  You might as well write about guys who carry around guns and shoot at each other if that's all the magic is good for.  Hell, you might as well write about vampires while I die a slow death from boredom.

I don't claim to be some kind of genius, but at least I'm making an effort, people.  My fantasy novel has characters with actual occupations: soldier, priest, midwife, candy maker, seamstress, government bureaucrat.  Why aren't these people worthy of having their stories told? 

Trilogy Death:
It's become de rigueur in the fantasy genre for everything to develop into a trilogy, even if the writer doesn't have enough material for it.   In the publishing industry there are many stories of fantasy writers who upon finally receiving an offer from a publishing house, are asked to turn their novel into a trilogy.  That apparently is where many of them go wrong.  Instead of writing three separate books with three separate story arcs, the writers tend to turn their one novel into three novels. 

Unfortunately, what happens is this: Book One starts off promising, with good character development, a compelling story arc and an active plot.  Then, when the ending comes, the author cheats you by shaving off the last chapter or whatever so the book has a bit of a cliff hanger.  Book Two answers the cliff hanger and then tries to toddle forward into a continuation of the previous story arc.  Oh, sure, sometimes the writer will introduce new developments, new characters, new angles.  Often, however, the writer simply kills off the main character's love interest in order to produce a crisis.  By the end of Book Two, it's clear the story is played out, but still limping along gamely.  Book Three is more tragedy than trilogy, because it's just sad to see how threadbare the plot is, like a good movie turned into a television series, where the same basic story element is replayed over and over.  (Think The Fugitive.)  The characters aren't developing anymore and after you've read the book, you can't remember what happens.

For examples, just let me turn to the two I mentioned above.  Sarah Monette's Melusine Trilogy.  By Book Two, main character's love interest has been murdered, the main character and his brother are sort of stuck in their relationship, and there's a revenge sub-plot.  I can't remember what happened in Book Three and I only read it two weeks ago.  (Except what I do remember is that the one freaky plot twist Monette introduces--brother's sexual attraction to the main character--goes exactly nowhere.)

The Lies of Locke Lamora

Scott Lynch's Locke Lamora Trilogy.  Now technically it's not a trilogy yet, but I suspect that's only because the third book hasn't been published yet.  And I'm trying to be fair here, because the author photo reminds me of my ex-boyfriend Killer Geek.  All that aside, guess what happens?  Main character's love interest is murdered.  There's some revenge-like subplot in Book Two, but the main plot is terribly flimsy.  The character relationships stop developing.  Am I eager to read Book Three?  Not even a little bit.

In short, although things are not looking rosy in the fantasy genre, we have made the first step: diagnosing the problem.

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At long last, Dana Fredsti is here to blog about her experience getting her first novel published.  Dana is a mystery novel, short story and screenplay writer, B-movie actress (okay, C movie actress), zombie aficionado, exotic and domestic feline advocate, swordfighter, wine lover and beach glass junkie.   You can visit her online at DanaFredsti.com. 

Getting published is not an easy thing.  And how’s THAT for a most simplistic stating of the obvious statement you’ve read in a while?  But it’s true.  I’m sure there are publishing urban legends the equivalent of Lana Turner being discovered in Schwab’s Drugstore; some of them might even be true.  But most of the time the instant success stories are fabricated by publicist spin-doctors.  The kid who wrote Eragon, for instance, self-published the book and promoted it relentlessly with the help of his family, building up a readership at fantasy conventions and such before being noticed and then picked up by a major publisher.   Good for him, btw!    

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The first draft of MURDER FOR HIRE: The Peruvian Pigeon (henceforth referred to as MFH) was written in a month, by my best friend Maureen and myself.  We alternated chapters and character POVs and wrote the entire thing longhand.  I had semi-legible handwriting back then (it’s since deteriorated into ‘I should be a doctor’ illegibility) and Maureen printed instead of using cursive, so it wasn’t too hard to transcribe it with my step-dad’s then state-of-the-art word processor.  He had a snazzy dot matrix printer.  Remember those?  The ones that used the paper that came in perforated folds and you had to separate each page and remove the side strips? Yes, folks, that’s how long ago we wrote the first draft.  There were a few gaping holes in the story; places where we’d scribble ‘need action here!’ or ‘this doesn’t make sense. Fix!  But we pretty much had what we thought was a pretty smokin’ first draft.   In fact, we thought it was so good, we sent out a slew of query letters before we’d even typed the thing up.  We figured we’d have a few months before hearing back from any of the publishers (this was back in the days when you could still send manuscripts directly to publishers and have a shot at it being read), which gave us plenty of time for typing and tweaking.  Imagine our surprise -- and panic -- when we got a reply with a request to see the entire book from an editor with St. Martin’s Press less than a week after sending out the first batch of queries.   

This prompted a three day and night marathon of revisions and filling in those holes as we typed it up.  I did the actual typing because I was the better typist.  Maureen sat in a chair next to me and added her opinions/commentary as I typed.   We were hopped up on chocolate and/or Beringer white zinfandel for most of the marathon. The sugar/caffeine/alcohol cocktail combined with sleep deprivation made us very loopy by the last night (and all of this no doubt account for some of the things that made their way into the finished first draft).  I still remember typing madly at 3am by the light of the word processor and a small desk lamp when Maureen suddenly said in a singsong voice, “Dude, if you were a supermodel, would you rather be Cindy Crawford or Paulina what’s-her-name?”  After staring at her in disbelief, my reply was a borderline hysterical “I don’t know! I don’t know!” before turning back to the computer and continuing to pound the keys like some insane pianist.   Maureen, btw, preferred Cindy Crawford.  I still haven’t made my choice.  

I’m sure it won’t come as a surprise to anyone that St. Martin’s Press politely declined to publish the first incarnation of MFH. Maureen and I are still both a bit mortified we thought it was even close to publication-ready when we sent it in.   But talk about a wasted opportunity.  The mystery market wasn’t glutted at the time, we’d gotten a crack at a major publishing house without even trying…and we blew it because we didn’t have the common sense to make sure our finished product was a: finished and b: well written before sending off query letters.  Points for hubris, same points taken away for stupidity.  

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It took me approximately 16 years from the time the first draft was written to get MFH published.  During that time span the manuscript was: stuffed in a drawer (or the electronic equivalent) for a few years; underwent massive rewrites at least 5 times; waited patiently while query letters and the first three chapters went out to agents and publishers; collected many rejection letters, and was occasionally sent  out in its entirety to interested parties.  Sometimes it was returned with polite ‘no thanks, not what we’re looking for’ and twice it was returned with ‘we like it, but it needs work in these areas.’  So I’d do rewrites and try to fix the problem areas indicated, but could never get it to the point the interested parties actually wanted to publish it.    

During this same 16 year period I had short stories and essays published and a couple of screenplays produced, but I couldn’t seem to break through the wall of book publishing. I really wanted to get MFH published and had built a pretty solid emotional and creative barrier that got in the way of really committing to another novel project.   My break finally came because of a writer friend, Brad Linaweaver, who’d read every draft of MFH (except for the first one, which is buried in a secret crypt never to again see the light of day) and thought it deserved to be published.  He championed it to James Rock with James Rock Publishing Inc. and after a long wait during which James Rock read two incarnations of MFH, it was accepted for publication in February 2007.    It was a long road to publication, but so worth it to finally hold the finished bound copy!   Now I’m on the long road of publicity, but that’s a story for another day.

Please feel free to post any questions you have for Dana, and she'll be around to answer them.  Meanwhile, The Peruvian Pigeon is for sale at amazon.com and other fine retail establishments.  Thanks, Dana!

Murder for Hire: The Peruvian Pigeon

Dana Fredsti

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As I mentioned many months ago, my good friend Dana Fredsti has recently had her first novel published.  As part of her book promotion, she's doing a blog tour, and on Saturday, she'll be coming to my blog!

Murder for Hire: The Peruvian Pigeon

Dana Fredsti

So, be sure to come visit on Saturday to check out Dana's guest blog post.  I don't know what she'll be talking about, but I guarantee it'll be interesting.  After all she's a former B-movie actress who volunteers at a big cat refuge, and she just had her first novel published.  Lots of possibilities.  Plus, I believe there will be some sort of give-away for select commenters.  Perhaps a copy of her book.

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It's true.  All I've done today is slack and it's quite tiring.  Of course, my slacking looks like real work to most folks.  In the last five hours, I've:

• finished a draft of a new short story [small town deputy discovers that law enforcement is open to interpretation]
  
• critiqued three other writers' short stories
• posted new short story for critique
• worked on my critique for somebody's novel [sound of sharpening knives]
• researched agents for an older novel I'd abandoned.  (A reader and fan of that novel made me feel guilty this weekend by saying, "Aren't you ever going to try to get that one published.")
• researched markets for a couple of essays
• worked on yet another draft of my stupid query letter for All of Flesh [whimper]
• started another story
  

So, I'm not ignoring you all today on purpose.  I just have a lot of slacking to do.

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What are you saving up for? 
Submitted by Star. 

Boob job.

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Okay, not really.  I'm saving up to attend the Nebraska Summer Writers' Conference in Lincoln. 

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I wish I were on strike.  I wish I were marching around outside my office with a protest sign.  Except my protest sign would read something like, "Down with synopses!"  or "E-mail queries suck!"  Instead my strike is of a different kind.  As in strike while the iron is hot.  Or at least, strike while I have the energy to do it.

I'm caught in the vicious circle that is querying, with the knowledge that I'm against incredible odds.  Oh, sure, the odds of getting published are better than the odds of winning the lottery, but only slightly.  That's just getting published in general.  The odds of getting this book published are perhaps a little worse.  It's a fantasy novel by an unpublished writer and it's pushing 600 pages.  Making it more precarious is what I jokingly call its "literary pretensions."  It is not straight genre fantasy.  The characters are like real people, I don't tell you at every turn what they're feeling and there's no easy good vs. evil dichotomy--the good guy is a stone cold killer and the bad guy has noble motivations.  The good news is that it's not impossible.  Just last week I read a fantasy novel from a previously unpublished writer that clocked in at 880 pages.  880 pages.  I didn't read all of them.  I read the first ten, lapsed into stunned boredom at all the blah-de-blah* and floo-de-floo*.  I flipped ahead and tried to read another ten, and then gave up.

Acknowledging how hard it will be to get the fantasy book published, I now face the ugly prospect of trying to get two other books ready to query.  One is a suspense/sci fi that comes in at a neat 85,000 words.  The other is, I suppose, somewhere along the lines of women's fiction, but of the nasty sort, not the cuddly sort.  The books themselves aren't that horrible to get ready.  They're both getting closer and that's work I enjoy.  To query, though, I must also now write a query letter for each and a synopsis for each.  These are not fun tasks, but I figure I better strike while I feel able.

*Blah-de-blah and floo-de-floo are technical terms which describe the kind of filler you find in larger, boring books.  Blah-de-blah is when the writer fills up whole pages with historical back story that you don't care about.  Floo-de-floo is when the writer fills up whole pages with soaring emotional descriptions that you don't care about.

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