Wait. Wait. Wait

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.

Whenever.

I can wait.

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“Grounded” by Sheena Wilkinson

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.

Third and Last Edit

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.

I think.

More Revision

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.

Edit. Breathe. Edit.

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.

 

Happy New Year

Happy New Year to all of my many fans!!!

The new year brings the publication of a new book. Of course I am thrilled. I have yet to see the contract but I am told it will come out in the fall.

Over the next months I will blog about the process. I hope others will find it interesting.

Tioraidh.

The Four Seasons of Patrick

The Four Seasons of Patrick is a well crafted and well written first chapter book by Susan Hughes.

Patrick is happy with his family as it is–he and his father and brother. But his dad’s friend Linda joins them occasionally for supper, with her daughter Claire. Soon there is talk of Linda and Claire moving in with them. Suddenly Patrick feels there is no room for him. His solution? He builds a tree house as a getaway. But Patrick finds the tree house can be more than a getaway.

We need more of this type of book for the early reader. Thank you Susan Hughes.

“Maud” by Melanie J. Fishbane

Reading Maud, by Melanie J. Fishbane was like coming home. It is well researched but fictionalized account of the life of Lucy Maud Montgomery, aged 15 to 17.

My mother first read me Anne of Green Gables when I was pre-adolescent. I continued on to read the whole series and other L.M. Montgomery books, especially the three Emily novels, time and time again.

For people like me Maud gives the world of Anne and Emily and the others more depth and colour. A child with a lively imagination and romantic notions,  like so many of her characters, Montgomery is brought up by overly stern grandparents at a time when education for young women and becoming a writer was not acceptable. Yet she finds direction and eventually the supportive love of community.

It was a wonderful read in which Gilbert Blythe came alive as Nate and Will, Diana as Laura, Anne’s favourite teacher in Avonlea as Miss Gordon, Emily’s struggle to become a writer, as her own struggle.

For young adults who have not yet read L.M. Montgomery, Maud gives a glimpse into the times and the lack of opportunities for women. It encourages young women, who find themselves at odds with the society around them, to imagine and explore writing. And especially to persevere.

The last paragraph of the novel, Fishbane has Montgomery dreaming and planning her future writing career.

She would write about girls who dreamed of words, art, music and love—girls who were embraced by their communities and families, even if they were considered queer (a.k.a. odd). She would create stories that came from the dark corners of her soul, giving voice to her rainbow valleys, shining waters, and disappointed houses. She would find a home for herself within them, living in the in-between.” (p. 366)

“Whatever Doesn’t Kill You” by Elizabeth Wennick

“I was six days old when Travis Bingham murdered my father” is a great opening to this YA novel. Now that Travis is out of jail, Jenna at 15 wants to confront the killer. Although unsure what to say, she knows is that her life would have been much better if her dad had lived.

Really?

“But every story’s got a flip side – Underneath the surface there’s a rip tide Powerful and yet denied. To know the story of a stranger: That can be a might re-arranger–Let it be a downright game changer. Let that story in.” (from Let it Matter, a song with music and lyrics by Elizabeth Alexander)

Jenna does “let that story in”. And it is a “downright game changer.”

Read Whatever Doesn’t Kill You by Elizabeth Wennick and find out how.

 

“Thin Places” by Lesley Choyce

This fine YA novel Thin Places by Lesley Choyce is more a modern day folk tale. The teenage boy Declan has a heightened capacity for sensing. Much to his father’s dismay, he hears voices in his head. One day it’s the voice of a girl, a girl he begins to see and to fall in love with.  He is                                                                                                                                              “Out of place, out of time”                                                                                                                                          in an “Upside down universe”.                                                                      He becomes     “ A boy on a Mission”.                                                                                                                          “Clues” and “Parental advice”                          follow.                                           “Then something strange” happens…                                                                                                                             there is “A girl in (his) bedroom”.                                     He becomes a traveller,                                                                                                                                                                         to “Beaches” to “The sand, the sea, the sky”…

This is a haunting song to life and to love and to the quiet spaces, the thin places, between time that beckon.