Friday, November 7, 2014

Even MORE Shredding Books with Sofie Couch

BLOOMIN' BOOKS
by Sofie Couch

Bibliophile - a lover of books. That's me. Yeh, I have a tendency to mutilate, shred, and mulch books, but just the ones that have led full happy lives. And this month is no exception.

This month, I went to my pictorial friend, Pinterest. Don't ya just love Pinterest? What!? You've never heard of Pinterest? Get thee over to Pinterest and sign-up, then follow me. Sofie Couch. It's a whole great big community of visual/spatial people all pinning wonderful pictures of things that inspire them. (You might recognize a couple of the book crafts that I've featured on the C&C blog this year.) You can "pin" pictures of things that make your heart sing too, then other like-minded visual/spatial folks can follow you. Okay, that's me getting off my Pinterest soap box. Back to the craft at hand, Bloomin' Books.

I spent an hour of my life making this wonderful hydrangea head. (They call it a book ball on Pinterest, but I think it looks just like a dried hydrangea flower.) And here's how you can create the same book ball/ hydrangea flower head:

First, cut out these cute little medallion circle thingies. They kinda look like a "seal of approval" made out of the pages of a book. You're gonna want to invest in this little gizmo that cuts out those circles, found at your local craft store. (I got mine on sale for 40% off.) If you're not into fancy frilly edges, you can just stick to some little circles cut to a uniform size, but be forewarned, you're gonna need a LOT of those little circles.

Next, with a pencil, place the eraser in the center of a paper circle, then push the circle up around the pencil. Break out your hot glue gun for this next bit. Glue the eraser flattened bit of the circle to a styrofoam ball.






Rinse and repeat.







About a bazillion hours later...







Then a googolplex hours later...


Voila! A book ball is born. I thought, (back when I was young and naive - a googolplex hours ago), that these would make great ornaments for the Christmas tree this year. Then on second thought, my time might be better spent writing another book. :)

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The Party's Over

by Janis Susan May/Janis Patterson

To tell the truth, I kind of halfway believed that this day would never come. On 30 October my publishing blitz ended. Unless you’ve been living under a rock this summer, you probably have heard more than once that I’ve been doing a blitz of one book release (two new works, the rest re-releases of reverted backlist) every two weeks since 30 June.

That’s a heck of a lot of books.

And an insane schedule. Why would anyone do anything so utterly mad?

Back in late May, when this idea first appeared, I had no idea of how much plain old work – and plain old money – would be involved. Each book was re-edited, re-formatted, given a wonderful new cover and released in both electronic and paper versions. Sounds deceptively simple, doesn’t it? It wasn’t. Without the most wonderful team in the world – scanner, editor, formatter and cover artist – behind me I never would have made it. No – without them I never would even have considered it!

In May I did FAMILY OF STRANGERS, a tasty little classic gothic romance set in Victorian Scotland. It took several weeks to get it up and running, and it has done rather well. Deciding to do the rest, I jumped in with both feet, my normal way of doing something. Concentration has always been a problem with me, and after several weeks I had done something on every book, but not one was completely finished and ready for publication.

Some of the older books were so old that no electronic version existed. Appalled at the thought of re-keying them, I had them scanned. My scanner Melynda Andrews is the best in the business, but inaccuracy is the nature of the beast no matter who does it. Age and texture of the paper, ink density, type font and the letters themselves all affect what is translated from paper to pixels, so each letter must be checked. For example, ‘his’ morphed into ‘liis’ and ‘rain’ into ‘min’ and so forth – but never with any degree of predictability. Some of the results were horrific, some were hysterical, but each had to be checked.

It’s not the big errors that get you – it’s the little, almost invisible ones. On getting the scan back, I had to go through the manuscript almost pixel by pixel. Years ago during my magazine editing days I learned to proof by starting with the last word and going backward. That way I was seeing the words and letters themselves and not getting lost in the story. At least, it helped.

After that tiring and sometimes hilarious chore, I started at the beginning and did the editing on the re-releases myself; the two new works went to my wonderful professional editor Laree Bryant, and then through a rigorous round of revisions. As the re-releases had already been edited by their respective publishing houses, I didn’t see a reason to submit them to my editor, but I went through them with a fine-tooth comb, tweaking and doing a little bit of rewriting. No book is ever really finished, you see. As long as we can get our hands on it, we can always find some little something that can be improved.

Then there were the covers. It was by pure blind luck that I was fortunate enough to find Dawn Charles of BookGraphics, one of the best cover artists in the world, who worked tirelessly with me turning what I wanted, what was possible and what I could afford into an elegant cover. She also provided me with a huge banner proclaiming both my names – Janis Susan May for romance, Janis Patterson for mysteries – for when (if) I do signings, and created some positively fantastic bookmarks.

Working with my wonderful formatter Vickie Taylor was the easiest thing. I had already gone through the manuscript, making it as clean as possible (studying those pixels again), taking out any extraneous spaces, returns, etc., and putting the various elements in the order I wanted them for both the electronic and paper editions – copyright page, dedication, other books available, by the author and all that. I would email the files to her and tell her which electronic distributors to program for and in a few days I would have individualized files for electronic and print that only required me to point-and-click to upload. Being a total techno-naif I love point and click!

Yes, I know there are loads of authors who do this themselves. Joy go with them. There is nothing wrong with my brain-box (at least, I hope not) and I could learn do the formatting myself. After all, in the dark ages of computers I wrote a couple of decent COBOL programs. However – I am a believer that one should do what one does best and hire out the rest. It’s only good time management, besides saving my nerves. I frustrate very easily.

Then a couple of days before official release day – so I would have links to hand out on release day – I would upload. First would be the print version at CreateSpace, because I wanted time to order a proof and still get the distributor buy links in time. Then, closer to The Day, I would upload to Amazon, BandN and Kobo myself. iBooks/Apple always went through Draft2Digital. While many people swear by them, I don’t like some of Apple’s practices, and Macs are too expensive for me to consider anyway.

Sounds simple, doesn’t it? Basically it is, but it is both complex and time-consuming. And, believe it or not, this was the artistic part.

There is also the business part. First I got a DBA for my publisher name. Forming an S corp or an LLC didn’t make financial sense at this point, but I did want the ability to cash any checks that might come in the company name.

I copyrighted with the government those books which had not already been done. It’s the cheapest intellectual property insurance I know, and I advise every writer to do it.

In addition, there was the acquisition, assigning and registration of ISBNs through Bowkers – and Heaven help you if you get two numbers mixed up! Each book had its own specific copyright release on the copyright page, because they need to state if, when and by whom the book had been published before. There were the individual dedications. Print and electronic versions each needed their own special order of contents. Front matter and back matter were different.

Because I wanted to get them all done as quickly as possible so all I would have to do was upload (didn’t work, by the way – every release day was an edge-of-the-seat affair) I worked on a lot of books at once and got very confused. Finally I created a spreadsheet to keep me organized. One row for every book, one column for every action. At one time I had forty two columns. It’s come down a little since then, but it’s still an impressive amount of data. For a while I was so stressed I couldn’t sleep – I’d wake in the morning at some dreadfully early hour and, my mind churning with what had to be done, be unable to get back to sleep, so I’d get up and start work. By the way, writing is my only job, other than looking after The Husband, the animals, the house, the yard, some volunteer work and assorted family and friends.

The Husband became accustomed to eating frozen things for dinner – mainly pizza – and we ate out or got takeaway more than ever before. Laundry became a hit-or-miss proposition. With three animals (two cats and a bossy little dog) we’ve always had a recurring crop of dust bunnies, but they took advantage of my concentration on the books to grow into aggressive dust hares until in self defense The Husband started wielding the vacuum cleaner. At night I was too tired even to read. Writing? Forget it.

But now it is over. I’m glad I did it, because the books are done, and in self-publishing there is no worry about shelf life. For good, bad or indifferent, these stories will be out there forever, hopefully generating some income while I go on to the fun part of creating new books. I say hopefully because my MasterCard is still on life support.

Speaking of money, I’ll admit to being disappointed that sales have been much lower than I dreamed – even lower than I expected. However, on my writers’ loops everyone has been saying that their sales are down as well, so I take faint comfort that I’m not the only one or that it’s not my books themselves being ignored. I’ve spent some money – more than I could afford, really – on advertising, but nowhere near enough to make a real difference. Still, as Scarlett said, tomorrow is another day, and we can only wait to see what it will bring.

Have I given up on trad pubbing? Of course not. At this moment I am under contract to two traditional publishing houses and intend to continue with both. And, if one of the Big 5, or however many of them there are this week, comes waving a contract with a healthy advance attached just watch me jump.

Do I intend to keep on self-publishing? Yes, most definitely. The freedom to do what I want, to tell the story I want without having some little editor girl forcefully ‘suggest’ that my heroine be a deep-sea diver instead of an insurance investigator or another editor that the story take place in the mountains of Montana instead of downtown Dallas. Even if such ‘suggestions’ would strengthen the story (which they most definitely would not have) I know nothing about deep sea diving and even less about Montana. My sense of outrage at such needless meddling was only exacerbated by the fact that I have shoes older than either one of those little editor girls! Now I can tell my stories with the voice I want. Of course, they will be professionally edited, etc. That’s a given.

Not giving up on self-pubbing, however, does not mean I will put my husband, myself or my books through an insane blitz like this again. My future self-pub efforts will be done in a civilized manner, at a manageable speed of one, maybe two releases at a time. I’m too old for nonsense like this, but will certainly admit that this blitz taught me more about self-pubbing than I ever knew possible.

I’m glad I did it, but now it is time to tell myself (in my execrable Latin) Dire, Faire, Taire – loosely translated, Say It, Do It, Shut Up.


Saturday, November 1, 2014

Ménage à trois for Writers

by Victoria M. Johnson


Ménage à trois for Writers

I know what you're thinking and this isn't that kind of post.  But writers are sometimes known for waking up one night and realizing they've been caught with their pants down.  This post will help ensure that you keep your pants on and your head straight.  I'm talking about a healthy three-way relationship with the writer and two important people in her career.  Some writers have more than two others who are guiding, developing, and championing her work.  But I'm focusing on the writer-editor-agent triangle.  It can get tricky at times and writers may need to crack the whip once in awhile--an imaginary whip--just a figure of speech, folks.  Here are seven reminders to help you stay on coarse:

In a threesome everyone has a role.
Your role is to write.  Your editor's role lies mainly in editing.  Sadly most editors have taken on multiple tasks in areas such as scheduling, production, and sales.  Your agent's role is to sell your work and give you guidance on contracts, negotiations, and staying up-to-date with editors and publishing houses wants and opportunities.  Focus on your role but stay in touch with your editor and agent.  Keep the lines of communication open.  And remember your agent works for you.

All three of you want the same thing.
That thing is for you and your books to be a success.  Sometimes it might feel like one or the other partner has a different priority and the discussion (and decision) needs to come back to this common goal. 

Sometimes not everyone is satisfied.
All three of you are professionals and should always be treated with respect.  It's okay to disagree.  It's okay to not get your way every time.  It's okay to speak up on things that really matter to you.  It's not okay to be a pain in the butt to work with.  It's never okay to be disrespectful.

You have more control than you think you do.
You have a say in many aspects of the publishing process, including contracts, book covers, titles, scheduling, and revisions.  Some houses give authors less input than others; and some give authors no choice in these matters.  In cases where you have less control than you'd like: stay calm, think things through, and make the best decisions for your career.

The time to run a google search on someone is before you hop into bed with them--this applies to agents and publishing houses, too.
Your agent selection can help make or break your career.  Choose wisely.  Pick one with a good reputation, with clients whose books they've sold, and who doesn't have complaints against them.  While you may not have a choice what editor you're assigned to, or the one you love may move on, you have a choice what publisher you submit your work to. 

Sometimes you have to do unpleasant things.
Among the worst chores a writer has to do is fire an agent.  But it's hardly ever good to stay in a bad relationship.  Check your contract for the legal way to sever the bond.  Be aware of the ties that still bind you to that agent.  Likewise, you may decide it's best to leave your publishing house.  Again your contract (and your agent) will guide you.

Delight in the bliss.
Everything going great in your ménage à trois?  Congratulations.  Relationships take time, trust, and mutual respect to work long-term.  It's especially rewarding when you all take pleasure in and benefit from the three-way liaison.


author Victoria M. Johnson
Victoria M. Johnson knew by the time she was ten that she wanted to be a writer.  She loves telling stories and she's happiest when creating new characters and new plots.  Avalon Books and Montlake Romance published Victoria's fiction debut, The Doctor’s Dilemma, (A 2012 Bookseller’s Best double finalist).  Her other fiction book is a collection of romance short stories titled, The Substitute Bride. She is also the writer and director of four short films and two micro documentaries.   Visit Victoria's website at http://VictoriaMJohnson.com for inspiration and tips and find her Amazon author page or connect with her on Pinterest and Twitter.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

CHOOSING A SETTING: REAL OR FICTION

It’s been said that location is another character in a story.  I think that’s true if the setting is described well enough and with enough detail for the reader to actually imagine it. 

Some authors are known for certain locations.  Most of Susan Isaacs’ novels take place in Nassau County, Long Island.  I grew up there and it’s one of many reasons I like her books so much. For me, it’s an opportunity to go back and visit the towns I knew without dealing with all the traffic.  Another writer who uses real places and writes about them so well that you feel you’re there is Harlan Coben.  Many of his books are placed in Livingston, New Jersey and the surrounding area.  I lived in that area of New Jersey for twenty-three years and it’s where I raised my children.  Again, reading his books is like taking a trip home without having to get into the car. 

There are other writers whose settings are not my home town and yet I love the authenticity that these writers’ location descriptions bring to their work.  Irish writer Marian Keyes’ New York wasn’t mine, I lived there in the seventies.  She writes about New York in the nineties.  When she writes about Dublin, I feel as if I took a trip there and that my relatives must know her characters.  It’s the same with Jennifer Weiner.  I just came back from a few days in Philadelphia.  It’s a city only two hours from where I’ve lived most of my life but which for some reason I’ve only visited a handful of times.  But when I was there I had a secure feeling of familiarity mixed with the pleasure of discovery when I figured out where I was going and I give Jennifer Weiner’s Philadelphia books much of that credit.  I could go on forever citing examples, but I think I’ve made my point.  Places that we know described accurately and well are a comforting pleasure.  Even when we don’t know them, books provide a way of seeing a place we may never get to visit.

I don’t think that’s the intention of the authors.  Certainly it wasn’t mine when I based a number of my books in New Jersey in the town where I lived and in the city where I worked.  I chose those locations because I knew them well.  It was easier.  But I also put Suddenly Lily in Jersey City because I love those brownstone neighborhoods.  In another life I would have liked to be young, single and living in one. The setting for my other two books, Conflict of Interest and Second Act for Carrie Armstrong, is even more obvious.  When I was writing those books, I was living in Maplewood so it seemed natural to place them there.  I didn’t have to do any research.  I already knew my subject very well and if I wasn’t sure of something, I could always go for a ride.

So what’s the downside of making real places settings for books? Even if you create an alternative universe in your real location, there is always the chance that you will make a mistake.  I was lucky that my editor for Suddenly Lily, Faith Black, actually lived in Jersey City.  She immediately picked up on my calling Hamilton Park, Hamilton Square.  That kind of careless mistake can lose a reader and certainly goes to breaking the spell that we writers hope to cast.  For that reason, just before sending off the final draft of Conflict of Interest, I emailed a friend who had grown up in Elizabeth to make sure I had my street names right for the car chase.  I doubt I have a big readership in Elizabeth, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I didn’t have someone who at the very least grew up there. Thanks to my friend, I got it right.


What about fictitious places? Why do some authors prefer to create their own towns and not use real ones? Nora Roberts’ Chesapeake towns feel real and are based on an area of the country that she knows well having grown up there, but the towns themselves are made up.  Claire Cook lives in Scituate, Massachusetts, but her books take place in a town that sounds like Scituate, but is called something else.  My critique partner, Joani Ascher, bases her amateur detective Wally Morris in Grovesvenor that seems an awful lot like the town she lives in New Jersey.  I haven’t discussed this issue with either Nora or Claire since I don’t meet with them to discuss writing, but I have asked Joani.  Her reasons make sense.  She doesn’t have to worry about making a factual mistake, or having a reader think she is writing about them, and it gives her some latitude.  That’s probably all true, but I go back to my original thought.  I like to read about familiar places because of the comfort and fun I get recognizing the local sights or being the armchair traveler if I can’t get there. 

Deborah Nolan author of Suddenly Lily and Conflict of Interest published by Montlake Press and Second Act for Carrie Armstrong published by Desert Breeze Publishing.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

A Child's Hallowe'en in San Francisco

'Arawn' - Ruler of Annwn
(the Underworld), illustration
 by Ioan Einion, © Alys Einion, Y Lolfa
All Hallows' Eve has been celebrated across the Christian World since the formation of a structured church. Calan Gaeaf (Kal-ahn GEYE-ahv), as it is known in Wales celebrating the start of winter, has been a festival since earliest pagan Celtic times. In Ireland, the festival is known as Samhain (SOW-en), celebrating the decay of life and is derived from an ancient cult of the dead.

Hallowe’en as we know it today, did not exist in America, or for that matter anywhere in the world, until the great influx of Irish immigrants in the 19th Century. This day of ghouls and goblins would not exist now if not for Irish children extorting food and money from their neighbors at the behest of their parents, with threats of tricks if the better-off neighbors refused to submit to giving treats.

Although the Irish were Roman Catholic, the religious holiday melded with the pagan to facilitate the youthful blackmailers’ chicanery.

During my childhood, Hallowe’en was a children’s event, anticipated throughout the early Fall with intricate plans for costumes. Gypsy or witch, princess or fairy were the choices we girls preferred. Boys chose Frankenstein’s monster, Dracula or headless ghosts.

From the moment the sun dropped below Twin Peaks, we were out in packs of threes, fives or tens running from one house to the next, ringing every doorbell. I lived in the Haight-Ashbury and our territory for our night of extortion was as far as we could go without getting lost.

Ceridwen, the Witch,
illustration by Ioan Einion,
© Alys Einion, Y Lolfa 
If we breached the entry of an apartment complex, we had access to every resident. Once in a while, there was a party going on at which we caught glimpses of Hallowe’en Future: adults behaving like … us! The only difference was that the adults were not subject to extreme sugar highs – theirs was a high of a different kind.

The total world domination of Hallowe’en as experienced in the USA was not achieved until the appearance of the film, E. T. Phone Home, in which the opening scene was the epitome of my childhood escapades. Even then, fully three decades passed before “Trick or Treat” on October 31st became the norm in the six countries of Britain, five of which are Celtic.

We cannot go back to the innocent times of our childhood. In this city, Hallowe’en is not an event in which children can participate with any sense of the safety, excitement and freedom that I and my fellow witches and monsters enjoyed. Adults have reclaimed the ancient cult of the dead and any aspect of the religious meaning is subsumed by Bacchanalian excesses. 

Monday, October 27, 2014

For Better or Worse by Fran McNabb


            Who doesn’t like to read about love? Since many of the authors on this loop are romance writers and many of our readers love romance, I chose a topic today that I think we can all relate to. 

            When couples marry, they have the best of intentions. They are in love. They want to be with each other every minute of the day and night. They want to make the other person happy. “New love” is wonderful and exhilarating, but time has a way of stripping away the excitement in a marriage. The wonder and exhilaration fades and slowly turns to quiet familiarity. Good marriages with couples who are truly in love settle into this familiarity and enjoy life as each year turns into the next.
 
            But what happens when one of the partners becomes ill. Illnesses like cancer and Alzheimer take away the joys that couples work for in marriages. These illnesses have a way of turning life upside down, inside out, and stretching patience and physical abilities to the limits.

            Several of our friends are dealing with horrible illnesses in their marriages. Their lives are continuing, but the normalcy in those lives is gone. Life revolves around doctor appointments, medicines, chemo, and uncertain futures. Life isn’t easy, but when love is present, couples accept and give to the other.

             We recently had company from an old classmate and his wife who has Alzheimer.  The love I witnessed warmed my heart. She still clings to him as her remembered love, but she also needs him as her caregiver. Life is not easy for either of them. She knows her condition is making life difficult for him, but he seems never to complain. Instead he goes about the daily chore of taking care of her needs, both physical and emotional. Watching the two of them is a testimony of what real love involves.

             When couples say the words “for better or worse,” I’m sure the “worse” is not what they expect, but it can happen and does happen all too many times. My husband and I said the words over forty-four years ago and so far we have been blessed. We haven’t had to deal with horrible medical situations like some of our friends have.

            Love is such a strong emotion, and for couples who are facing a life with a sick mate, I pray that their love is strong enough to help find the light during their darkest days. Young love is a wonderful thing, but what we’ll call “old love” is even more wonderful. Sitting next to a partner in a
doctor’s waiting room, holding hands to give the other support, or simply sitting quietly on a porch taking in the last rays of sunlight and remembering easier times—these may not be exciting moments, but they are wonderful moments that show the love and support that the words “for better or worse” mean.

Fran McNabb grew up on the Gulf Coast and now lives on a quiet bayou harbor with her husband. They love to spend time on the water fishing and visiting the nearby islands or traveling to see their two sons and grandsons. Visit Fran at www.FranMcNabb.com or write to her at mcnabbf@bellsouth.net.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Presents to Read

When our first child was born a friend gave us a selection of children’s books, mostly the board type, as a baby gift. We admired the idea, and he confessed someone who knew more about children than he, since he was still single, had suggested it.

We put the books right up onto the book shelf and as soon as it seemed appropriate, we started reading them to our son. We added to the collection, and by the time our son could stand in his crib, we were reading him Winnie the Pooh. The sound of the words must have been enjoyable, because he would stand there for long periods while we read. He’d hold his chunky board books, which were everything from Margaret Wise Brown, to Richard Scarry, (that Lowly Worm book he had fit very well into his little hand), to Pat the Bunny. (Here I feel I must make a confession. For years, I thought the name of the bunny was Pat, until I saw a Pat the Cat book and wondered why they’d name two animals the same thing. That was when I realized that Pat was a verb. Embarrassing.)

We thrilled to see Harold and the Purple Crayon’s drawings, and marveled that in Where the Wild Things Are, the dinner was still hot after all the adventure. We knew every word of My Day and Milly’s Surprise. (Spoiler alert: Milly was having puppies.)

It wasn’t long before our little boy moved on to reading Richard Scarry’s The Best Word Book Ever, which we credit with giving him an enormous vocabulary. And he could read anything by the time he was five. His uncle used to test him with medical terms, such as pneumonia, and somehow he knew the words.

Since that time we have always given books as baby gifts. We mix in newer publications that I have found over the years along with the “classics.” We want to encourage reading in all the children and parents we love.

Reading is essential for children, who, by the way, need to be read to long after they can read by themselves. It is a huge indicator of success in school. Modeling reading for non-readers, in other words, being seen reading for pleasure by children, can go a long way toward stressing its importance. Snuggling with a new reader and demonstrating enjoyment (as my husband did while he rolled around laughing when reading the Just So Stories and My Father’s Dragon) will help foster a love of reading in children. If that new reader is reluctant, cuddling can help replace fear with a warm, fuzzy feeling. What better way to think of reading and books?


The truth is, I love children’s books. Unlike the Sesame Street movie that my husband and I went to without a child, which made us feel terribly self-conscious, once our son was born I actually had an excuse to be reading those books. The Story of Ferdinand, who sat in the shade under a cork tree that had tiny corks hanging from the branches, The Tale of Peter Rabbit, which I edited for violence, Sesame Street's Cookie Monster, whom I edited for grammar, and The Little Engine that Could’s motto, "I think I can, I think I can," which we still mention, especially when going up a steep hill. We remember Peter’s Chair, Caps for Sale, Curious George and Lyle Crocodile and the frustration we felt when no one would listen to Tikki Tikki Tembo's brother after he fell into the well.