Grace and Poise on a Book Tour

Author Lily King

Author Lily King

Margaret Mead circa 1933 as inspiration for Nell in Lily King's #Euphoria

Margaret Mead circa 1933 as inspiration for Nell in Lily King’s #Euphoria

It’s the rare author who gets sent on cross-country book tours these days. But when your book hits the front page of The New York Times Book Review, well, that’s a different story (or kettle of fish or ball of wax). I don’t know exactly when Lily King’s publisher, Grove Atlantic, decided to send her on the road to sign copies of Euphoria, but she’s been traveling each week now since June 11. The Times review was published June 7, and I assume the publisher was given some advance notice. If Grove Atlantic didn’t already have a tour in the planning, that would have forced the issue for sure. But the tour idea probably started several months earlier, when the publisher learned there would be starred reviews (extremely high praise) in Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, and Kirkus, for example. Maybe Grove Atlantic already knew what it had and budgeted the tour from the get-go.

Lily King taught a week-long class I took in 2011 at the Stonecoast Writers Conference offered by the University of Southern Maine. (I blogged about it here and here.) Her students loved her. She shared personal pieces of herself alongside the professional, such that we could understand this important concept: Neither writing nor a life of writing is easy for anyone, but if it’s what you want to do, it’s yours to make happen.

Lily’s ability and willingness to share her experiences shone through in a talk I heard her give in Damariscotta last Thursday (June 10). She expanded on the snippets provided in her author video, embedded below. Two of the memorable moments experienced on Thursday, however, couldn’t have been planned. One was a parent in the audience asking how a talented 16-year-old could be encouraged in his/her writing. Lily asked for the gender of the person in question, which led to learning he/she was sitting next to the parent. I couldn’t get a sighting myself (to learn gender), but Lily was able to speak directly to the budding writer. Her advice was to make time to write something, any bit of something, each day. She didn’t say just that; she expounded on it and gave caring time to the teen.

In a second memorable moment Lily effectively silenced an audience member who asked a couple questions and then arrogantly pronounced “Shame on you” because Lily hadn’t researched a particular book by a particular writer while creating Euphoria. In fact, she had read at least one of that writer’s works, but when it came to the book in question, she explained, it would have taken her to a different time and place, one that might have forced a future-pacing or variant story thread onto the fictional story she was writing. Her response (worded better than I have paraphrased) was masterful, and the audience member accepted her answer.

Grace and poise. If I’m ever fortunate enough to hit the road to promote a book, I’m calling Lily for some pointers. (Also my friend Johanna Moran, author of The Wives of Henry Oades, and soon to be acclaimed author of her new masterpiece. You heard it here first.)

Here’s Lily King. By the way, the jacketed hardcover is beautifully designed, inside and out, and I keep touching the cover and pages. Sensuous packaging to go with a sensuous title. Can you say gift book?

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New Trailer Now Out for “Gone Girl”

Scene clapper FrameAngel at FreeDPnetBeing one of those who really enjoyed the book, I’m looking forward to Gone Girl the movie (trailer embedded farther below). Word is they’ve changed the ending, which pleases me because I didn’t care for the ending in the book.

Usually I’m a stickler for a movie representing the book, especially when it carries the same title. I was not pleased when the film The Shining changed what happened somewhere in the middle; it put me on the edge of my seat the rest of the time, since it didn’t follow what author Stephen King had written on some key point. I guess that’s why they changed it, so I’d still be scared. And it worked. And I know King has been okay with changes made to The Dome so it works as a TV series. I saw the first episode last year, but it didn’t grab me enough to watch further (especially knowing it wasn’t going to be faithful to the book). That’s okay, I’m busy binge-watching Breaking Bad and House of Cards.

Have you read Gone Girl? People loved it or hated it. Your opinion? (No spoilers, please!)

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My Pinterest Boards

This photo is one of my "No Comment" pins

This photo is one of my “No Comment” pins

What I love about Pinterest is its hit-or-miss attitude. There’s no pressure to pin on any schedule or with any intention of finding closure. It’s an option that accommodates spur-of-the-moment captures as well as planned collections. The latter are sometimes secret boards; for instance I’ve got a hidden board going called Great Wharf that puts me in mind of the setting of my novel When Mrs. Cook Got Out More.

If you haven’t yet visited my Pinterest collection and would like to take a look at the boards open to the public, click here.

My currently visible book-related categories
Books Worth Reading (totally incomplete display at this time)
Book Covers That Work (ditto)
Flow Charts
Author Obits (just started feeding into this one recently, so only two so far)
Literary Inspiration
Writing

Other subjects that tickle my fancy (may include book items)
Animals (you’ll see lots of cats, dogs, and horses here; okay, mostly cats)
Artistry
Architecture
Articles
Thrills
No Comment
Nature
Food
Personalities

Do you have a Pinterest account, and if so, do you use it for work as well as pleasure?

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New Day, New Title, New Opening Scene

Bridge w-cumulusJust over a month ago I posted what I thought was the new title of my novel in progress. I was wrong. I also posted what I thought was my new opening scene. I was wrong. Will I ever learn? Apparently not, since I’m posting an even newer title and opening scene. Ah, the power of a blog. I considered not saying anything, but then there’d be a form of lie in the ether, and it feels better to admit it than to ignore it.

The first title GREAT WHARF didn’t say enough. It helped to keep me focused while I was still inventing the place, the people, the events, but it wasn’t a title to intrigue a readership beyond my personal circle. The second and short-lived title TOWN OF SECRETS said more but was still too general. Worse, the opening scene to Town of Secrets misled the reader to assume s/he was about to read a thriller or murder mystery. In fact, my novel is best characterized as women’s fiction. It has elements of mystery and romance, for instance, but it’s not bound by the formulas for those genres.

Thanks to reader feedback from a variety of sources, I’ve junked both earlier titles and I think “she’s finally got it” (apologies to Professor Higgins) with the new one, which is WHEN MRS. COOK GOT OUT MORE. This title does something the others didn’t. It creates a specific question in the browser’s mind that will be answered by this book and only by this book. The intrigued browser will not be disappointed.

I’ve deleted the misleading material from my earlier (Town of Secrets) post, which had a “hater” and a “victim” and cloaked events in a way the rest of the novel never does. Below I offer you an opening scene much closer to my ideal reader’s expectations and more reflective of how it will feel to read the book currently titled When Mrs. Cook Got Out More.

What do you think?

Latest Draft… [since posting this originally, I've updated the draft being shown as of 6/19/2014; basically the same but fine-tuned]

Chapter 1 [start of it]

Being alone, Mallory and Dwight Cook claimed a smaller section of bench than necessary at the picnic-style table. Their shoulders kissed while their eyes and ears attended to the swivel television on the counter between the dining and kitchen areas. As usual during dinner, they watched the regional TV news broadcast out of Portland, Maine. Like a one-celled amoeba, their small town of Great Wharf squeezed a pseudopod, or “false foot,” into a portion of the southern Maine coastline between Ogunquit and Kennebunkport.

Five minutes into tonight’s broadcast Mallory said, “Dare we hope? It looks like no new bad news tonight. I mean, just updates on old bad news. How refreshing!”

Dwight murmured his agreement, but Mallory knew he was just biding time until he finished eating. He’d been wanting to say something ever since he got home. But she had hurried him into washing his hands and sitting down to catch the start of the news. She had, as usual, looked forward all day to seeing him. He was her anchor, always had been.

At the first commercial break, Mallory picked up her empty plate and flatware, swiveled, and swung her legs over the bench. She laid the dish and utensils on the counter by the dishwasher. Then she turned and asked, “Ready for more wine?”

“Not yet, still nursing this one. Why’d you jump from the table so fast?”

“I didn’t jump, just got out normally.”

“Yeah, normal like a scared jackrabbit.”

“What would I have to be afraid of?”

“Mal, you telegraph your emotions in all sorts of ways, not that I’m going to give away my secret store of knowledge. But thirty-six years and three grown kids later, I’ve learned how to read you.”

Mallory harrumphed and refilled her wine glass. Turning to face Dwight again, she waved it slowly in an arc from left to right in front of her. “Did you notice the amazing cleaning job I did on this room today?”

“It always looks clean in here. Sorry. Tell me what you did.”

“I washed under the counter edges, and I dusted everything including the leaves on the fern. I even risked life and limb on the stepladder to dust the overhead light. Little did you know while you were chatting with tourists at the trolley museum that your wife was this close to a fatal fall.” She held her arms out from her sides and swayed (careful not to spill the wine).

Dwight shook his head. “You really need to get out more, Mal. I’m starting to think you’re hiding out in here, like someone in the witness protection program. Or an actual hermit.” He chanced a grin over his nearly empty plate, but a question hung in the air. Mallory gave him a lopsided smile.

So, he had raised the subject after all. She didn’t want this conversation. She grabbed the sponge and swiped it across the sparkling counter.

“Sorry, babe.” Dwight backed off. “I didn’t mean to stick a label on you. I’m just concerned.”

“Tell you what, I promise to do something out of the ordinary tomorrow.”

“Outside the house and away from the yard?”

“I promise.”

***

The next day Mallory left the house twenty minutes early for a doctor’s appointment Dwight knew nothing about. In the spirit of her promise, though, she was tacking on a detour to Byways Gift Shop. That would add ten minutes to the walking time. Another ten minutes in the store should be enough to form an impression of the proprietor, a woman named Angie Weller.

Mallory’s neighbor had been after her to do this. This neighbor watched the townspeople of Great Wharf the way some people watch soap operas—with a vengeance, Mallory thought. She hated the gossip mill that Doris Hillobenz ran. But she’d hate it more if Doris decided her immediate neighbors were the ones needing scrutiny. So Mallory had promised Doris she’d meet Ms. Weller and report back.

“Please do, Mallory,” Doris had implored. “I know you don’t like making unnecessary trips; you’ve always been careful where you put your time. I understand that. But this Angie Weller is quite the mystery woman. I can’t find a single person who’s ever seen her outside of her shop. I’ve heard she goes to Rotary sometimes, but I’m not in that crowd, being retired and all.”

“Why do you care, Doris?” Mallory knew it must be driving Doris crazy that she hadn’t dug up any dirt yet, not that Doris would admit that.

“I’ve been in her shop, of course,” Doris said. “I think things are overpriced, but I guess no more than anywhere else these days. But she watches every move I make, as though I’m going to steal something. Just see what you make of her. Humor me?”

“Okay, I’ll humor you. I won’t be running right over there, but I’ll let you know.”

That was two weeks ago.

On her way out, Mallory took a steak knife from the kitchen drawer and slid it to the bottom of her purse. A number of news stories recently attributed violence against innocent citizens to an increasing desperation in a down economy. Sure, these stories centered in towns nationwide more than Great Wharf. In fact, only a few burglaries had occurred this year in Great Wharf, but still more than last year.

Now that Mallory thought about it, she wanted a switchblade. What if she grabbed the wrong end of the steak knife while rummaging for her cell phone? The thought of bright red blood dripping into her purse, let alone coming from her own finger, gave her a shiver.

Blood was on a lengthening list of things that made Mallory queasy, including elevators and crowds and most recently driving her car. But blood headed the list because the sight of it actually made her faint once. Usually it just disabled her, like when Dwight cut himself last week and asked her to get a Band-Aid. Her gaze fixated, instead, on the crimson bubble and she couldn’t move from her chair.

Dwight got his own Band-Aid. Later he said, “You didn’t used to freak at the sight of blood, Mal. You used to handle the kids’ accidents just fine. What happened?”

“I don’t have a clue.” She avoided his gaze, but in fact she really didn’t have a clue.

Dwight, sweet man, had dropped the subject. Last night’s conversation, however, was a sign that Dwight wasn’t going to keep dropping subjects. She needed to get back in control of herself, if she only knew how.

***

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Change in Title of Novel, New Beginning

Clouds by Jennifer Ellison at freedigitalphotos.netYou haven’t heard much from me, but I’ve been working away. Today I’m pleased to share with you my new title for the novel formerly called GREAT WHARF. Going forward, the title will be TOWN OF SECRETS. People kept looking at me funny when I said the word “wharf,” and I finally got the point that it’s too odd a word in everyday life. The town named Great Wharf may evoke many emotions in me as the author of its existence, but it wasn’t doing anything for a potential reader.

And now, if you will, settle back and read the following new beginning to the novel TOWN OF SECRETS. I’m about to embark on a new round of agent-hunting.

[Note from author: I've deleted the manuscript sample originally provided here. See my April 25 posting for update.]

Image credit: Jennifer Ellison | freedigitalphotos.net

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A Little Levity, Please

On the heels of receiving a rejection from a major agent who loved my query and synopsis (“very intriguing,” she wrote) but then didn’t get hooked after all, I’m in need of some levity today. The following tweet and picture from author Melissa Harrison in my Twitter feed helped. When I first learned to proofread, my mentor told me not to forget to check titles and headings. Good advice.

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Book Review — Walter Isaacson’s Steve Jobs

If you plan on reading Isaacson’s Steve Jobs, I’ve included a brief personal commentary in the “Book Reviews” tab (above). Take a peek. (Scroll down and click on the link in the alphabetical Contents list.) Tell me, have you read Isaacson’s book on either Einstein or Ben Franklin? Did you enjoy it? Wondering if I should put it on my list.

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Two Writing Associations and a Cool Video

Typewriter - old, FreeDigitalPhotos.net SurachaiSplitting my time between Maine and Florida, I maintain a membership in both the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance (MWPA) and the Florida Writers Association (FWA).

MWPA was founded in 1975. It is, according to its website, “a 501(c)(3) nonprofit membership organization that works to enrich the literary life and culture of Maine. We are the only statewide organization solely devoted to supporting and promoting Maine’s writers, publishers, booksellers, and literary professionals.”

A visit to FWA’s website reveals a different type of organization. Its initial and continuing purpose is “as a trade organization for writers of all genres–to share learning tools and writing advice as well as to provide members with an incredible networking system … [It] is focused on the beginning and the advanced writers within a professional atmosphere.” However, FWA has also formed Florida Writers Foundation, “a non-profit 501(c)(3) corporation committed to promoting literacy throughout Florida.”

I love that FWF’s web page ends with this reminder: “To quote the immortal and practical words of W. Fusselman, ‘Today a reader, tomorrow a leader’.” Ain’t that the truth!

I also want to share with you something in the most recent newsletter from MWPA’s Executive Director Joshua Bodwell. He wrote: “Many authors who write on their computers have a small ritual of beginning each fresh writing session by first selecting their favorite typeface. It’s almost as though we believe the typeface will somehow help set the tone for our work.” There’s some truth to this, for sure. When I’m not limited to Times New Roman, for instance, which publishers still prefer to see in submitted manuscripts, I’m partial to Palatino, Schoolbook, and Calibria depending on either my mood or my audience. In truth, I’m partial to a lot of other typefaces as well, but those three are probably the most readable among my other loves.

Bodwell made his statement about writers and favorite typefaces as lead-in to the cool video below, created by Ben Barrett-Forrest. Enjoy.
(If the vid doesn’t embed, here’s the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOgIkxAfJsk)

Typewriter image credit: Surachai at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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Yikes – Two Months without Posting

Some artists, brave souls, create in full view of their audience.

Some artists, brave souls, create in full view of their audience.

I would be ashamed of myself, except the main reason for my absence is that I was writing/revising/reading toward a better manuscript. No excuse, you say? You’re probably right. But I’m still on the blog-learning curve. I find that my more automatic go-to spot for communicating re book stuff is my Yours In Books Facebook page (click on the “Facebook” button in right margin). It’s quick, noninvasive, and ties directly/efficiently to my Twitter feed. Writing the lengthier blog posts not only takes a different mindset, it assumes one’s readers want to spend more than ten seconds with your topic. I try not to be presumptuous. Too often. Yet I must get better about presuming, lest my non-Facebook/Twitter followers decide I was a figment of their imagination after all. So, here’s an update, and thank you for your patience!

The greatly improved manuscript for Great Wharf is now in three others’ sets of hands: a good friend with a critical eye; a fiction editor with a critical eye; a selection of #PitchWar mentors (click here for contest description)with critical eyes. In the latter, my current pitch and first five pages are competing for the selected mentors’ attention with upward, I estimate, of 50 other aspiring novelists. Some mentors have reported about 30; one has reported 2,000 (really). It is highly doubtful my work will compete successfully at this stage, but I’m in the game!

By having the material in different hands for critiquing this month, I have freed myself to start writing something new (and get my holiday cards out!). I have an idea too, but daren’t share it with you just yet. Suffice it to say that while I’m working hard with Great Wharf to enter the authorial portals (can that be a term?) of traditional publication, my new work will test the waters of Kindle Singles. Very different product; very different timeline; very different royalty terms.

In the meantime, happy December days to you all. Are you creating during this month?

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Really? No One’s Talking about How Tom Clancy Died?

“The only way to do all the things you’d like to do is to read.”—Tom Clancy (Thomas Leo "Tom" Clancy, Jr. / April 12, 1947 – October 1, 2013)

“The only way to do all the things you’d like to do is to read.”—Tom Clancy (Thomas Leo “Tom” Clancy, Jr. / April 12, 1947 – October 1, 2013)

This may be practically unheard of, you know? How did Tom Clancy die? Why is the public being kept ignorant on this one? I’ve already read a couple tweets suggesting conspiracy. That would be in keeping with his books, of course, but it’s also in keeping with the fact that it’s a rare bird indeed whose cause of death isn’t spoken of these days, especially a famous author’s. Even if the cause isn’t known by anyone (e.g., doctors, family) there should be a statement to that effect at least. AIDS and suicides are no longer taboo topics, not that I’m saying either applies here. I have no idea what applies here, and that’s the problem.

In the meantime, hoping more will come out eventually, here’s a quote of his I relate to as a fledgling fiction writer, followed by two links you may want to check out.

  • “You learn to write the same way you learn to play golf. You do it, and keep doing it until you get it right. A lot of people think something mystical happens to you, that maybe the muse kisses you on the ear. But writing isn’t divinely inspired – it’s hard work.”–Tom Clancy
  • The only Clancy book I read was The Hunt for Red October, which was excellent. I didn’t read more of his because my interests didn’t match his, and therefore I found them a little hard to comprehend… For an annotated list of his books (Wikipedia provides an annotated list of all his books and also a (major characters) Jack Ryan/John Clark universe chronology. Click here.

    Entrepreneur magazine has a brief article titled and including 5 of Tom Clancy’s Most Inspiring Quotes.

    Image credit: biography.com (don’t know if they hold the copyright)

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