Sunday, April 29, 2007


I'm not sure about something so I thought I would post it here and see if anyone has any ideas. In my limited experience, historical fiction (hf) is written with a slower pace, more's just deeper, for lack of a better word. Historical romance (hr), I'm finding, is light and fast. Or is it? The new wip I'm writing seems to run ahead of me at breakneck speed. It could be because I prefer hf, or maybe I'm just not used to the routine of hr. I have placed a few chapters up for crit and while I think the pace is fast and furious, the responses I have received is the pace is right where it needs to be. So, should I just go with it and see where I end up, or should I force it to comply to a watered down version of hf? I hope I will be able to write in both genres. You wouldn't think there would be that much difference between the two. Oh my, yes, there is.

Friday, April 27, 2007


You know what it's like to work on a scene that has been a fight to get it in order and on track. After many, deletions and rewrites, I have almost made it to the crest. I love that point in writing where you know it is all down hill from here and will be smooth sailing with a possible small hop at the bottom. I can almost see the characters with their hands in the air, screaming, wooooo as we peak. Then that wonderful high as we get to the bottom and race to the next chapter to experience it again. Would this be considered a 'writer's high'? All I know is, it is this feeling that keeps me chipping away at a new scene. Okay, I had to take a minute to share, time to get back on board. We're almost ready for the drop. That's it, hands in the air, here we go, wooooooo!

Monday, April 23, 2007

Nervous Nelly

Well, my new baby took her first step, wobbled, but stayed vertical. In other words, I put my first chapter through a crit group. I was very anxious to know if I was getting the overall feel for the genre and writing it accordingly. So, to ease this apprehension before I had 50K in need of major overhaul, I decided to brave the icy waters and toss FMS in head first. The person who critted for me did me such a service with her honesty. She pointed out several areas in need of tightening and an unnecessary item or two to rework. All in all, I think I can go forward safely.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Time for a confession

As I have mentioned before, BBH has been an uphill struggle to write. I have finally given in and placed it on hold for a while. The reason for this is, the entire time I have been writing it, I have had a different story stubbornly forcing itself upon me. I know, you never give in to a demanding child. But, you can also take only so much.

So, I have been secretively writing a new book. I wanted to see if it would pan out before I mentioned anything about it. Since I have reached 6,000 words and know what will happen in future chapters, I think it is safe to say, I'm onto something. I have resisted writing this for the obvious reason that I felt as though I should concentrate on BBH, but also because it is a slightly different genre.

As soon as I get to a place where I have a snippet to share, I'll post it and introduce the latest production. It does have a name, For Mercy's Sake. That should give you a big clue as to the genre. :)

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Yes, I am.

At lunch today, I was talking with my sister about the frustration involved with becoming published. My niece looked at me and asked, Aunt Carol, are you an author? *blink* I turned to her and said, "Yes, I am." I looked back at my sister and said, "Just not published." It felt so good to hear my niece's question and better still to give my answer. Your work in print isn't what defines you, it only makes more people aware of it.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Update on Jen

This is so exciting, and I get to say, I knew her when! Jen and 'her agent' have moved to the revision stage. Yes, the agent has told her he would like to represent her and has asked for a few revisions to Faking It. Wow, so exciting. I can't wait to see this book on the bookshelves. Way to go, Jen!!!

Monday, April 9, 2007

Do I have talented friends or what!

Just as I sit on pins and needles waiting to hear the latest news from Jen, I get a note from another friend who has been asked to submit a full for her ms. Wow! Way to go Jane! Jane has been generous enough to allow ms to post a snip of her work. I know you will enjoy A Different Kind of Honesty, by Jane Richardson.

An excerpt from A Different Kind of Honesty
Balanced on the chair she’d pulled up below the loft window, Maggie contemplated the snowy white landscape stretching away from the house. Here and there, clutches of black pines or a cluster of red roofs dotted the countryside like handfuls of scattered beads on an unfinished embroidery. At some hidden point in the hollow of the valley, the stream from Nina’s garden joined the river and uncoiled away, reappearing on the distant fields like a length of black glitter trim stitched across the undulating curves of a down-filled comforter. It had a name, this river, but she couldn’t remember. No matter; her heart had named it for Ramon.
On Christmas Day in London, surrounded by Danny’s flock of nieces and nephews, she’d watched The Snowman on television and wondered what it would be like to fly wherever she wanted over snowy landscapes like this, maybe find a place to belong. She smiled, remembering the ear-splitting arguments over the TV schedules; Danny’s father lapsing into furious Cantonese as he protested his right to watch the Queen’s Speech, while the rest of the huge extended family voted for the beloved animated film, now as much a part of a British Christmas as turkey and mistletoe.
Mistletoe...Danny had kissed her under the mistletoe, his usual fraternal smacker followed by a hug as big as a grizzly’s, and though she’d shrieked and hugged him back the same way as always, her thoughts had flown to the man she should have been with at Christmas; thoughts of loving him under the mistletoe, removing an opaque white berry for each kiss shared until they’d stripped every sprig in London and New York.
The man she should have been with...she’d buried the thought deep amongst the torn wrapping paper and ribbon and the stripped carcass of the festive turkey, waiting to be thrown out with all the other yuletide debris. Danny had asked her to pull the wishbone with him, one pinkie already hooked around the bird’s furcula, wiggling it in her face. Pull a wishbone, make a wish. She’d complied just to shut him up and it snapped, dry and abrupt, leaving her with the largest part and Danny with his best, self-satisfied, ‘I-told-you-so’ look.
She’d never believed in wishes.
Until now.
Turning away from the wintry picture-postcard, she stepped down from chair. Across the room, the man she’d made a crazy, hopeless wish for just a week ago slept peacefully, one arm thrown over his head, the outline of a smile around his mouth. If he was dreaming about the night they’d just shared, no wonder he was smiling.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

It wasn't me, but I'm still excited!

I'm posting this for two reasons. The first, to encourage all of us to keep at it. The second, to boast of my friend. The author of Faking It has received a request for a full ms. I know that happens, but he seems VERY interested. His request was very encouraging and extremely promising. If you would like to take a peek at a snip, you can link her blog in the sidebar. Way to go Jen Hendren!!!

Monday, April 2, 2007

Card carrying member

After several months of deliberation, I have joined the Historical Novel Society. I don't know what I hope to gain from it, but I'm keeping an open mind. If any of you are also members, give a wave.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

No one's safe

In the past, I have been told that I spare no character. They're right, I don't shelter my mc's. If something bad is going to happen, a mc stands as much of a chance for it to occur to them as a minor character.

Yesterday, I had an idea for something to happen in BWM, nothing as horrible as you might expect. And true to form, I'm not going to be protective. The bad thing is the intended character is the most innocent of the lot. Don't worry, I'll keep that in mind. I'm not completely heartless. This will take a little research so I know my boundaries.

It's nice to get ideas for future chapters while composing current ones.