Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Blurbs: Go Big or Go Home

We've all heard advice about blurbs. They have to be by big authors or don't bother. You should try and get a good variety if you can. Actually, no, you should try to get blurbs from authors with similar styles/genres as you. Or even, don't worry about blurbs! They don't matter that much.

I don't know what it is about blurbs that gets us unpublished authors so excited. I mean, of all the things to dream about when you don't even have a soon-to-be-published book. And yet I've spent many an hour dreaming up who in Published YA Land I'd love to get a book blurb from...

But then I realized something. Why get blurbs from other writers? Let's face it, the only people who know "famous" authors are, well, people who read frequently. When it comes to the rest of the non-reading population, the only YAish names they actually recognize are Meyer and Rowling. Maybe Gaiman, though I've been in several situations where people gave me weird looks. And then I'm all, "Hello? Stardust? Coraline?" Then they go, "Ohhhh, that guy." That guy...yeah, the rock star of the book world you know nothing about. Arg.

So I propose a new blurb model. Instead of getting prominent YA authors to blurb Relax, I'm a Ninja (you know, if I ever get to that point), I'm going to get hot teen celebrities to read and blurb my book.

Imagine the possibilities, guys! If teen celebrities loved my book, I'd be a bestseller for sure. Reading would be cool. The audience for books would explode. Just picture how many teens would pick up Relax, I'm a Ninja if they saw this in a magazine:

"Relax, I'm a Ninja is the best book of the year. I'm taking karate now just because it was so awesome." —Zac Efron


Zac has such universal appeal, but if that didn't work, I'm positive that this would:
"Ninja masks are the hottest new accessory, thanks to Relax, I'm a Ninja. We couldn't put the book down!" —The Jo Bros

And if that doesn't fly, then I'd have to pull out the Big Guns. This chick can do no wrong right now:
"Relax, I'm a Ninja made me wish that country music was just my cover. I'm writing a song about this book." —Taylor Swift

That, my friends, is a solid blurb list right there. One to guarantee any writer good sales. I'm gonna get on this right now...wait, what? I shouldn't stalk and beg them until they relent? They might, like, demand money to read? Crap.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Pausing For Rachel

I've been so reflective lately—I seem to get that way at the end of a year. I planned on being funny this week. I was going to share a few things from my vacation, talk about trying to get the Jo Bros to blurb my book, and poke fun at my own writing.

But Rachel died last week.

You guys don't know Rachel, but I grew up with her. My parents and her parents are still very close friends, and it shook us all when we heard the news. She lost her fight with Leukemia; she was only a couple years older than me.

We weren't best friends or anything, but Rachel was the kind of person who smiled in her sleep. Even as a child I remember her singing at the top of her lungs in church. She was so good. So genuine and caring and energetic. I can't help but be sad that she's passed on.

Today I'm remembering Rachel, and I hope someday I can be a little more like her.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Weekend Sketch


I'm home! I love home. It's always nice to get away for a little, but I think my favorite part of vacation is being reminded just how great home is. I had a 5 hour plane ride to sit through today, so I thought I'd spend some of that time sketching. (I also wrote a few pages on my new project. That was fun.)

This is Stacia Starfall (Coral's sister in Void), but a little more grown up. She's fourteen in the book, and this is how I picture her (about sixteen) later on in the series. You know, the series I haven't written and may never write. That one. She will always be one of my favorite characters, and she knows it. Stacia is a Mentalist, after all.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Life Lessons From Writing

Yes, I'm still on vacation, but my family has pretty much burned out. So I have some down time, and I've been thinking a lot about life and writing. Specifically, how writing has helped me grow as a person. I'm just so grateful for all the lessons this "hobby" has taught me. I want to share a few.

You Are Always You
And none of us are perfect. Through every writing process, I've come to see both my strengths and my weaknesses clearer.

As for flaws, I've never been good at facing rejection (I tend to weep). I've never had a very high self-esteem. I constantly fight self-doubt/self-loathing. I'm a raging perfectionist. Thus, a raging over-acheiver who is never good enough even for herself, let alone other people. Through writing, I have faced all my personal demons and then some. I have felt all my worst nightmares repeatedly and have wondered why I ever got into this gig in the first place.

I wish I could say I've grown tougher skin, but I don't know if that's true. Rejection still makes me ache, still makes me get wildly defensive. I've learned that I will never be the kind of person who can just shrug it off. But that's okay. I do get over it—and at times it even motivates me to improve once I get over the initial shock.

As for strengths, I'm creative, and I know how to work. I may not be perfect by a long shot, but I can work and improve myself constantly. I even like to. I may never be the best writer or person out there, but I will always give it my all. I think my strengths balance out my weaknesses some.

I've come to accept myself, problems and all. Perfect people aren't interesting, right? I know how I'll react to things, and I can prepare and overcome the setbacks quicker than I used to. Then I can get back to work.

People Are Gray
Spending hours and hours writing about fake people has helped me understand that there is so much more gray out there than black and white. Everyone has flaws—everyone has good points. In designing my "heroes," I've had to explore what makes someone do good things. In imagining my "villains," I've spent hours trying to understand why people do horrible things. Conflict comes from those who are in opposition to you—but that doesn't necessarily make those people evil. It just makes them different from you. Villainy is often based more on perspective than actual evil-doing.

This was a huge lesson for me as a person. I used to think people who thought differently from me were wrong, wrong, wrong. I used to think that everyone should do things my way, because, naturally, that was the best way out there.

But then I started writing. As I tried to put myself in other people's heads, I realized that there are so many different ways to handle life situations. And more than that, most of the paths weren't wrong at all—just different. I could accept more easily when people didn't see things like I did. Instead of trying to make people into what I thought they should be, I realized I could accept them just the way they were with no threat to my own way of life.

You Can't Help What Other People Think
I'm a people pleaser. Always have been, always will be. I like seeing people happy. I like when other people are happy with me. I love seeing people gathered together enjoying each other's company. I love doing things that make other people smile. You can probably guess I'm a huge fan of Happily Ever After, too.

Little parts of me die inside when other people are unhappy with me. When I was little, I would cry and cry over the bullies who picked on me. I tried everything I could to prevent the mean girls from laughing at my clothes or religion or hobbies. I tried to stay away from the mean boys who called me ugly and stupid and dorky.

But they always find me. Heck, they still find me. Yes, I'm 26 and I still get bullied. I'm like a Bully Magnet, I swear. It's almost comical how many people have vociferously hated me over my lifetime. One kid, when I asked him why he hated me so much, said, "I hate you because you were born." Another called me a "Horned Mormon Demon who would burn in hell forever." And then there was the "I Hate Natalie" campaign.

I spent a lot of my life trying to figure out what I was doing wrong. I tried to fix myself to meet these people's approval—that never worked. How could I help being born, you know?

It wasn't until I started querying that I understood. As the rejections came in, I began to feel like that bullied little girl I was (and still am). But then I started getting used to it some. I learned that there was just nothing I could do to make people like me.

They either liked me, or they didn't.

Querying, though hard, was an invaluable lesson for this people pleaser. It gave me freedom from my desire to have everyone like me. It's okay if someone doesn't get me. That doesn't devalue me as a person. I don't have to feel bad feelings for them or myself because of their opinion. I can now better cope with the bullies in my life, because I know that I can never make them happy no matter how hard I try. And most importantly:

That's not my problem.

Do-overs ROCK
Could you imagine if we only got the First Draft to make our manuscripts perfect? Yeah, uh, I would fail. Like, fail epically, even.

Editing, though not my favorite, is a miraculous thing! I've made a lot of mistakes in both writing and life, and I feel lucky that I can fix those things, try again, and learn from all those mistakes.

Don't get me wrong—I feel like a complete fool when I have to rewrite the whole back half of my book. I also feel like a total idiot when I unintentionally (or even intentionally) hurt others. But knowing that I can do better next time is what gets me through. At least I CAN change the whole back half of my manuscript. At least I CAN apologize and try to be better next time.

Do-overs. Thank goodness for do-overs.

For none of us are perfect—people or writers. But that's okay. Improvement is always on the horizon if you want it, and if you don't you can find happiness right where you're at.

I think all this learning is the real reason I will never stop writing. I love to learn. I love to learn about myself and other people and the world around me. Writing gives me that, and I will gladly take each lesson, no matter how hard they are to learn.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Signing Out!

Well, I'm off to Florida! I hope you all have a lovely holiday filled with friends and family. If you absolutely must contact me, I should be checking email now and again. Though I imagine you will all be having fun breaks too, so don't waste your time emailing me.

Regular posting will resume next week, and you'll want to tune in for that. Let's just say there will be famous people, ninjas, and one rather ridiculous proposal.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Barely Saturday Sketch

Wow, so today has been busy. Between getting ready for our trip and birthday celebrations, I barely managed to squeak out a sketch.

BUT. I got to scan it on MY BRAND NEW SCANNER!!! My mom bought it for me for my birthday, because she's so awesome like that. I didn't get her anything (yes, I share a birthday with my mom), so I'm feeling a touch guilty about that. I must make it up to her.

Thank goodness I have a computer geek for a husband, because I had no clue how to get the scanner hooked up. Then there definitely would have been no sketch, not that this one is particularly awesome (sorry, I wasn't kidding about that whole being busy thing).


This is a map for Spork. I mostly drew if for Nick, since he said he kept getting confused about where they were in the book. Yeah...I feel good about that. Ish...okay not really. But I guess I'm officially in fantasy realm if I need a map for my book, right? That's new.

It's a rough, rough sketch. I might come back to it later and color/ink it in all nice. It could look pretty that way, but unfortunately I don't have 10 hours laying around amidst all this luggage and junk. Promise—better drawings come New Year!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Challenge OWNED

Remember how I accepted a ridiculous challenge a few days ago?

Yeah, I WON. Guys, I PWND that challenge so bad! Hello? Two days early!

Victory dance! Head bang with me! (This is actually Lizelle's Song. Green Day was, like, THE bad for the book. Yes, French steampunk, Green Day, elemental weapons...those DON'T go together?)


I know, I know, brag much? Sorry, I'm just so EXCITED! I haven't finished a project in a long time, and I forgot just how wonderful it feels! It's like the best birthday present I could give myself!

And you wanna know what makes it better? Spork was completely for FUN! I don't even have to fret about editing because, eh, not getting published! I can just pretend it's totally awesome and perfect just the way it is! Weee!

...huh, that sounds weird. But it's true.

I might even write the sequel just for fun. Mwahaha. A sequel from a different character's point of view, no less! Yes, folks, you can get all crazy like that when you're experimenting. It's kind of liberating. And did I mention fun?

Can you tell I have three days worth of Code Red flowing through my veins?

Oh, some stats on Spork:
Words: 79, 673
Pages: 303
Chapters: 54 (yes, they were short!)
# Book I've Written: 12

And yet this poor thing still doesn't have a real title. Hmm, I'll have to brainstorm that sometime. For now, I have sleep to catch up on and some serious packing to do.