Being Scared - Part 4

Today's scary things post goes out to all those writers in the query trenches. To those crafting letters about their books and sending them off only to receive rejection after rejection and keep going anyway,

I salute you!


I received well into the three digit category in my rejection tally between the different books I queried. It wasn't fun most of the time. It was downright terrifying occasionally...but still, we keep doing it.

For me, I think querying/being on submission is one of the scarier parts of the process. We line up, send our hearts out via e-mail, and wait for it to be sent back, but only after a few people stomp on it first.

Here is the truth. Putting yourself out there and risking that pain, even suffering through it more than a few times, is the only way to find success.

And we can do scary things.

Happy Monday!

Bear Bottom Klingon

Seriously now, who can resist a post named that? Admit it, you're here for that reason alone.

Now that we're all being honest. I have a confession. This post, and it's title are actually about me. I had something happen to me yesterday that was too ridiculous and embarrassing for me not to post on my public blog...

you know how it is.

So yeah, today we're taking a break from the scary posts to do yet another embarrassing story of Jenn.

Huzzah! Happy Friday to us all.

So, yeah. Last night, I went in to say goodnight to my youngest son. He told me our cat was hiding under his bed. I got down on the floor, not an easy feat after surgery, and shooed her out of the room. Said goodnight to him, and left.

Then I proceeded to say goodnight to my older son, go outside, get the mail, and take out the garbage. After all of this parading around, my husband said,

"Oh, you have something on your butt."

Thinking it was dirt from being on the floor, I reached back to dust off my rear end, and when my hand touched something furry, I screamed and tried to run away from my own behind.

Yes. Yes, I did.

When I finally realized that I couldn't escape something that was attached to me, I reached back and grabbed it. One of my son's stuffed bears that had velcro hands so he could put his hands together, had been stuck on my bum for at least twenty minutes without my knowledge. I'd gone outside for my neighbors to see, I'd walked all around my house...all with a bear stuck to me.

Um, yeah. I don't know if I've ever seen my husband laugh that hard.

So, I hope my moment of humiliation made you smile. Have a great weekend everyone!

Being Scared - Part 3

I want to dedicate today's scared post to the all terrifying query.

Yes, folks. It is a scary thing.

Imagine you walked up to a computer programmer and had the following conversation:

You: "Have you finished writing your first program ever?"

Programmer: "Yes. Yes, I have."

You: "Great. Now I want you to write an e-mail to Bill Gates and tell him all about your computer program and how it is unique and awesome and he should check it out. Then wait by your e-mail for him to respond."

Programmer: *silence*

You: "Did you write it yet?"

Programmer: *runs*

We are brave, brave people. We write queries, and send them out...again and again. And we're not even talking about the rejections yet...

We do scary things. Go us.

Being Scared - Part 2

If you didn't see my post last week, I'll catch you up. I'm taking a few posts this month and dedicating them to the scary things that writers do. Today, I'm talking about leaps of faith.

What is it that turns someone who is thinking about writing a book (81% of people) into a person who has written a book? I found a statistic yesterday. Of every 100 people who start writing a book, only 3 actually finish it--only three.

I believe there are many moments when writers have to take leaps of faith. One is when they sit down and begin to write. Another is when they keep writing. And yet again, when they finish writing...and start writing something else.

These leaps require a belief in yourself and your abilities that is terrifying. No one starts out a perfect writer. I'm not even sure such a thing exists, so you must also believe you can get better, believe you can learn. You must believe that the time, effort, sweat and tears you are putting in will someday be worth it.

Whether you hope to become a NYT bestseller or just have something to pass on to your children, you still must take all of these leaps. No matter the end goal, we all start on the same path, with an idea and hope.

These kinds of dreams are scary, terrifying really. But I'm proud of us for dreaming them and for taking the leaps of faith necessary to head the right direction.

And I'm SO proud to say I'm one of the three that has typed the words The End...a few times now.

Happy Monday!

Being Scared - Part 1

We all get scared sometimes. I've had a lot of scary things going on lately. That doesn't mean they're bad. Actually, I believe they are all very good and exciting things...but that doesn't mean they don't terrify me.

One thing that was both scary and exciting was participating in my first conference as a panelist. I spent the week before trying to convince myself that I actually do know things that people would be interested to hear. Then I spent the morning of the conference trying to remind myself how to breathe. I actually had to wear a scarf because I was so nervous I got hives all over my neck.

It was terrifying...but I loved it.

Now, I feel like I've crossed some kind of invisible velvet rope of knowledge. I really enjoyed being on the panels and chatting with other professionals about what I've learned. It's really quite fun and I still learned a lot, perhaps even more than before.

I would never have known that if I hadn't bitten the bullet and tried it out.

All of this got me thinking, this industry is frightening. And we do scary things. So, I'm devoting March to being scared, and doing it anyway.

Missing

I've been sort of MIA since Valentine's Day. Sorry about that, my friendlies. For those of you who hadn't heard, I had major surgery two days after and have been recuperating ever since. Everything is fine, and the surgery went very well, but it's been a harder recovery than I was expecting.

I'm making a lot of sacrifices for this. I've had to watch a lot of Downton Abbey, for example. I've also had to completely give up cooking meals and vacuuming. Cleaning of any kind is more than somewhat frowned upon. It's been extremely rough. *sigh*

Woe is me, indeed.

Anyway, my apologies for my absence. I'm happy to be back! I'll be posting again on Thursday and should be back to a regular schedule after that.

Yay for healing!

Happy Valentine's Day & All That Gooey Stuff

Here is my deep, dark secret...are you ready?

I hate writing kissing scenes.

*Cue shocked gasp from YA Audience/Writers/World as a whole*

It's true. I try to avoid them at all costs, but somehow they always sneak into my books. I'm pretty sure it's because my brain knows they need to be there and it constructs a build-up to it while I'm not looking. Then I get to the scene and say, "Aww, man...they have to kiss here, don't they?"

In YA circles, this makes me the equivalent of that weird cousin nobody talks about. ;-)

I wondered for awhile what was wrong with me. Why did I dread writing the love scenes and got all excited to write the scary torture scenes? Did I need therapy? Probably. Did this make me a bad writer? No, no it does not. It makes me a thriller writer.

If I refused to put them in when the story clearly called for them, that would make me a bad writer. So, I suffer through the kissing scenes. Sometimes I even like them afterward.

And then I get to go back to making people afraid of what's in their closets...

Happy Valentine's Day! Yay! Love and all that!

P.S. Only a thriller/horror writer could make a Valentine's Day Post the creepiest one ever.