I need to reread and reread and reread this piece. And then I need to try to apply her lessons to my own horrible copy. I pretty much break every rule.
Okay, a bunch of you requested blurb clinics. And I was innocently sipping my coffee when I looked up and saw a swarm of fingers pointed at me, including one from Sarah as she rapidly ran away. I get it, I get it. The other people on this group blog write actual, y’know, books, and then try to write a blurb once a book. I write blurbs, and only every now and then try to write a book. So, blurb clinic!
To start with, I’m going to repost the text from the last blurb clinic, with three added notes:
1. Readers like characters with agency. This means the characters go places and do things, they don’t just have life happen while they’re there. Blurbs must reflect this agency – they must show your character going and doing and plotting. The shorthand for this is “Don’t use passive voice”, because nothing…
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I’m reposting this for a couple of reasons—one Jason touches on some points concerning YA that have annoyed me some myself. Two, I did the covers for the new series he’s plugging.
(Thanks for rescuing me. They were threatening to make me write romance novels as a form of punishment until I showed them one of my pen names and the Harlequin-esque novel. They hurriedly gave in to your demands and now I’m free.)
Part of the issue today with aspects of science fiction is that some authors believe that there is no hope in the future. This reflects in their writing, and their public personae as well. Far too often we’re trying to hook teens and young adults on gritty realism and bleakness when we should be offering them hope and escapism in a story. I know that the kids at my work don’t want to read a book about the grim realities of life. They prefer superhero movies where there is a chance at the hero to be a hero.
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Titles are difficult things. The one right above this article should make plain I am very poor with coming up with catchy titles. I simply thought to myself, what has been going on? Well, there’s been deer, and potatoes. Yeah, that will work. Whatever.
One of the reasons I wanted to move to Oregon was to get away from the world of concrete I’d been inhabiting for almost 30 years and turn into a pseudo-hermit in the middle of a forest surrounded with wildlife and plants. Also, I wanted to get away from the friggin’ heat. It’s supposed to get over 100°F next week. So much for that.
However, the wildlife part has happened. We have giant fluffy squirrels, ravens, stellar jays, the occasional raccoon, bobcat and of course, deer. Right now there is a doe with two fawns roaming about the area. She has finally deigned to allow another doe and a young male to join her. They were settled in a glade near my house yesterday having a little deer picnic. They also think my potato plants are tasty.
See how that works? Through great effort I managed to meld the two topics together. Okay, it didn’t really take that much work. But back to potatoes.
The growing season in the neck of the woods is limited at best. The chap down the street told me that potatoes and onions grow well, though. I immediately got some onion and potato starts and did a half-assed job of setting up a mini farm. In other words, I dug a shallow rut in the dirt and stuck my onions in and hoped for the best. The potatoes I planted in large seven gallon fabric bags. Once I added some decent soil they went gang busters. The onions…not so much. I finally got another bag and moved a few onions over to it. They’re looking a bit more impressive now, but my hopes of onions the size of my cat’s head seem unlikely to go fulfilled.
The giant plants that people keep mistaking for tomatoes are in truth the potato plants. One of them has some flowers. Shows how little I know—I didn’t realize they got flowers. The rest of the plants are in various stages of bushiness based on how many leaves the deer decided to nibble. I don’t mind sharing. The part I want is under the soil anyway. At least I hope it is. I might be growing giant tops and no actual root vegetables for all I know. I guess I’ll find out in another month or so. Should have bought the bags that have side flaps so I could peek at the goings one without disturbing the entire plant. I know, patience grasshopper.
I’ve never really analyzed my writing on the level ‘accordingtohoyt’ attempts here. I think as a living breathing person it’s inevitable that a piece of yourself shows up in your writing. We all have codes and belief systems of one sort or another and they play out in bits and pieces amid our characters. If those items happen to resonate with a reader, it can raise that particular book to a higher level for that individual. If we as writers are lucky, more than one or two people see themselves in the work and the book as a whole becomes something more than a few hours of escapism.
There are many theories of what makes a good book. The most prevalent/strongest one in our day is the social justice theory. No, I don’t mean the one propagated by social justice advocates, though they’re linked.
What I mean is that for a long time, what made a book “good” and gave serious people permission to like it was that it had classical references. That’s how you knew the writer was properly educated and thought deep thoughts. I think that started in the renaissance and before that it was “books that were good for something” the something being propagating the faith. Well, things go in cycles.
After WWI put vast cracks in the civilizational confidence of the west and we started doubting our roots, classicism because a mark of being “high class” and high class was, aesthetically and politically right out in the early 20th century. The trusted men from…
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This year’s awards are my first to enter. A college professor turned friend of mine encouraged me to give it a try.
In 2007, The US Review of Books began publishing the results of the Eric Hoffer Book Award. While the US Review is blind to the actual judging process, recently the Hoffer Award opened a window in The Authority of Book Awards. Years earlier, its chairman talked about the popular award’s humble beginnings in The Eric Hoffer Award: Righting the Wrongs.
While The US Review of Books boasts over 15,000 monthly subscribers, tens of thousands of additional readers visit its on-line publication to view the results of the Eric Hoffer Book Award each spring. Let’s take a look at how the excitement and the Hoffer Award in general has enhanced the success of the authors and publishers who registered their books with one of the most popular international competitions for small, academic, and independent books.
“Educators look for credibility, professionalism, and quality when choosing a novel to use…
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While I continue to drown in the world of relocating, I thought folks might enjoy reading this article.
A while ago a well-known author published a book about a rich, handsome man who pretty much had anything anyone could wish for becoming paralyzed in an accident. He and the woman hired to care for him then fell in love, but at the end he chose to commit suicide rather than carry on. This caused quite a few disabled people to be deeply offended, and this was pretty obvious in the reviews. Several suggested that she hadn’t done her research properly, or she would have realized that it was very insulting to those in similar circumstances in that it suggested that living in that way was so unbearable that death was preferable. Most of those real, live people strive for the best lives that they can. They don’t generally give up, and I’m sure that they have just as much joy during the course of their lives as anyone…
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Wow, okay it’s been a year since my last post. Obviously blogging is not one of my strong points. But I just got a message alert that folks are getting antsy for the next book, so I thought I’d better get in here and explain what is going on in my wee life.
So, let’s get the bad news out there right now. I like to get new books out within a year of the previous one, but that is not going to happen this time. And no, it’s not due to lack of interest, or a crazy social calendar, it’s due to some very time consuming changes going on in my life. Allow me to elaborate.
If you’ve read my oh-so-not-interesting Bio, you know I’ve been wanting to leave Arizona and relocate to Oregon. I hate the heat, and I feel that if there is a Purgatory, I’ve already done my time. I’ve spent close to thirty years in a city I loathe, and it’s time for that to change. As such, I’ve finally made inroads toward that goal.
There is a reason why many people list moving right up there with death. It’s awful. Bloody awful. With the passing of my mother, it has been my father and I in a 2,600+ square foot house. He’s 80 now and stairs are not his friend, so when we eventually settle into another home, it will be much smaller, and have a bedroom and full bath on the ground floor.
Over 20 years spent in a much too large house resulted in an accumulation of stuff of nightmarish proportions. It became apparent quickly that I would simply have to part with a ton of stuff, including all of my beloved books. I’m fortunate in that I found a school librarian desperate for books for her middle school kids. I’ve donated hundreds of books to her, and made a friend in the process. Salvation Army and Goodwill took the bulk of our furniture, including appliances like the dryer, microwave and bread maker. If I want to make bread, I’ll do it the old fashioned way – I learned it isn’t that much harder.
I gave away all of my book shelves, our entertainment center and couch. My father’s bed, which he hated anyway, went to charity as well. My art easel, a huge wood desk, all our exercise equipment, and an embarrassingly large assortment of stuffed toys will hopefully do someone some good somewhere. I’m in the midst of trying to sell some of my gaming stuff and action figures on eBay. Fun times.
The day of the move, we had some local folks move some of the boxes and all of the large items like the remaining couch, and two recliners. I kept my dresser which is doing double duty as its namesake and an entertainment center. With the large items out of the house the dismal realization that there were still boxes and boxes worth of small items remaining hit home (no pun intended). I called in sick for four days and spent those days, plus the following weekend filling boxes, carting them down the stairs, stuffing them in my car and hauling them to the apartments. My right new puffed up like a soccer ball, and three of my toes went numb. The knee recovered, but the toes haven’t, so the doctor has me on prednisone in the hopes of getting that issue cleared up. Oh, and it was about 116 degrees those days, so yeah, I picked a great time to move.
The actual move is going in parts. We couldn’t buy a house until we sold the old one. In order to get rid of it, we had to be out of it, so stage one was moving out of the house into two small apartments. Apartment living has changed since I last occupied one 30 years ago. At least in this area, there is no month-to-month. It’s a six month lease at a minimum. So, we’re stuck with the apartments, and the extra expense until the end of October.
The old house has sold, and even as I type this, my poor father is up in Oregon hunting for a new one. He hates that he must make a decision without me being there, but I work full-time, and it’s my job that is keeping roofs over our heads. I cannot take the time off to go up their in his stead. He has a camera and said he will send pictures beyond what is available online and he’ll call me after viewing each home so we can discuss the pros and cons.
When I wrote book II I was going to school full-time. I’d forgotten how soul sucking and time consuming working is. I love school. I enjoy learning new stuff. I like being with younger people who haven’t had to face the reality of working for big businesses. They still have hope of doing something they love. It’s contagious. It spurred my creativity and also afforded me the time to work on my book. Now I’m back working for “the man” and working ten hours a day has quickly reminded me why my first book took so much longer to write than my second book.
So, I apologize. I would love to put out Book III in July as I’d planned. It just isn’t going to happen, though. I’m working on it as I am able. I’m about a third of the way done with the first draft. My writing group is going over scenes each week, and the earlier chapters have had some initial editing done to them. I’ve gone over some ideas with my beta readers to see what they think of the direction I’m heading in, and gotten some good feedback. It’s all coming along, just not as quickly as anyone might hope – especially me.
Thank you for your continued interest. I make no promises, but I will try to update this blog a little more frequently so you know what the devil is going on. In the meantime, keep on reading and fueling your own imaginations.