“When Kacey Left” is an excellent novel for young adults on the fallout from suicide on friends, family and the wider community. Written as a series of letters to Kacey, the girl who has “left”, Sara struggles with trying to understand and come to terms with life without her best friend. It is a well crafted page turner and includes information and resources at the end of the book
Meerin has finally arrived. Yeah.
Check out the newest addition to the Rie Charles family. Read about it under Books then buy it at your nearest independent bookstore. Just in time for the holiday season as a gift for that 6+ year old to read or be read to.
There is a lot of waiting in life. We wait to make appointments. We wait to hear back from publishers. We wait to talk to Telus because our Wi-Fi connection has disappeared. We wait to hear from our children, from earliest conception to birth and beyond. We wait for the book we ordered from the library and for that fancy dairy-free “cheese” the grocery says they’ll bring in.
But I’ve had too much passive waiting. So I’m trying to think of waiting as a positive act. Like wow!! It’s coming. Great. Excitement. Energy. Yea. If not today, ah well.
Currently, my patiently positive waiting energy is aimed at the arrival of Just A Kid, not just any kid, but my latest book. First it was to be September, but don’t count on it, I heard. I chewed my nails and my other writing fell away with the bits of nail. Next was October, but there’s been a delay. My stomach clenched so I re-read Manuscript Makeover by Elizabeth Lyon. A very positive step. Finally I arranged my “launches” for the end of November. My stomach unclenched. No headaches. No nail biting. You’d think I’d have remembered from previous children and book birthings.
And so I give a big sigh. Yea.
Just A Kid will be born soon.
I can wait.
Writers read, and read copiously. I am no exception. It is rare that I review a book. I don’t understand how some seem to review nearly every book they read. For me, any “free” time is precious and that goes to reading. However, today I make an exception. And not because I am not busy.
The back of the cover the YA book “Grounded” gives a very good summary of Sheena Wilkinson’s novel, “Grounded”.
“Declan loves Seaneen, but his desire to work at a top showjumping yard is stronger than anything he’s ever felt before. So when he’s offered his dream job in Germany, he should be thrilled–not terrified. Declan finally gets the chance to leave his dark past behind him and start anew, but leaving Seaneen becomes much harder than expected, troubled hoodlum Cian won’t leave him alone, and when he finds a traumatized horse in a derelict barn, he knows he has to help her no matter how scared he is….”
While this is a very well written, character driven book, it is the structure that I particularly like. The three parallel through lines (the relationship to Seaneen, Cian, and the horse) deal with similar issues but with different outcomes and give depth and richness to the story. No wonder it is the winner of the 2013 CBI Book of the Year Award.
At least I hope it is the last edit.
I have a book coming out in the fall and my publisher has done a fantastic job of editing it–asking me questions, suggesting expansions of an idea and reminding me how to write third person limited. Intense, but I have learned alot.
The best bit is that I got it all done before I pranged my head on a basement pipe. (Ah, the hazards of being tall in a low ceiling-ed basement.) A couple of weeks have almost passed since my knock on the head. My head still aches if I use the computer more than a short while but reading paper seems to be less problematic. I hope that’s not just wishful thinking.
At least I am still thinking.
Revision is quite the journey.
I have always done a lot of it—the kind of author who splats it all down and then revises and revises and revises. But, at this point in the process and with an editing program, it works differently.
There is the detail of specific deletions and insertions. Did I cross out only the ir in their so that the remains..etc.? Then I move a line to earlier in the paragraph. The original stays put, but with a slash through it, while the crossed-out version shows up earlier in a deep blue…etc. With pages and pages of such deletions and insertions it is difficult to read to find the flow. To say the least.
All this to say, after days and days of this, my eyes and mind tired of the complications. I sent this version back to the editor, hoping he can accept or reject my changes and in the process clean up the cross-eye making mess.
And so I wait.
And get a chance to work on a different manuscript which is in the complete makeover phase. Yea. Another type of revision, another and much bigger type of frustration.
So my edited manuscript arrived with lots of deletions and suggestions. That was expected, indeed welcomed. Or so I thought.
First came the frustration of figuring out the editing program. But with persistence and time on the internet non-techie me figured it out. Great.
Then came the realization that my apostrophes couldn’t decide whether to be straight or curly with no rhyme nor reason. Trying to discern which is which and make them all curly is not a fun job to say the least.
Worse still came the realization that (according to my local technical person) my problems with open office (my indents have gone ragged) are related to having Windows 10. What to do?
Now my Kingston traveler will not eject. Breathe.
So much for the excitement of editing. It will get better surely and I can get on to more substantive matters.
And breathe more.