I’m so excited to say that An Altered Ending is coming back very soon! I’ll have more news as I go, but for now I’d like to share both the new cover as well as a sample of the first five chapters.
It’s a term I hadn’t actually come across until a couple years ago, but I’ve been doing it my whole life: Shipping. As in rooting for a relationship in a book, television, movies, ect. It’s in every fandom across the web. My earliest “ship” was Link and Princess Zelda from The Legend of Zelda. It’s likely what drove my five year old self, who sort of idolized the princess and thought Link was goofy and charming, to have such a passion for a story that my current self knows inside out. Actually, I can carry on conversations about their fictional world and history than I can of my actual country.
But it’s important that fans have that drive, especially in chick-lit. If fans aren’t rooting for a specific relationship to happen, then they aren’t really connecting. Not that all chick-lit is romance based, but a lot of it is. And since shipping isn’t limited to romance (bromances and bffs), even the chick-lit based in friendships need to “shippers”. While many people wanted Rachel to end up with Dex in Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin, there was a small percentage who wanted her to stay true to BFF Darcy. It’s what drives you through the story, to see who Rachel chooses. It’s the same with all works of fiction that involves relationships. If you don’t have that, then the reader isn’t going to be interested.
While I may not be an expert, I can say this is the most likely way to tell if you’re going to have readers turning pages to find out if they get their wish: shipping your own characters. Yep, if you don’t have a burning desire to see your love interests or future friends together (even if you know they won’t), then why would your readers? It will come across in your writing, causing the reader to become more involved with your characters lives.
But then again, I’m not an expert, so maybe not. All I know is that twenty-three years later I still get excited for that almost kiss, or even the hint of an ever after, every time I finish a Legend of Zelda game.
It’s a topic my husband and I have discussed often: would we still work if we won the lottery. My answer is always yes, but my work isn’t exactly a daily grind. In fact, there’s a huge chunk of my family that don’t believe I work at all. Writing requires little effort, as does child care, apparently. But I digress.
Yes, I would still work. I’d just get to work more often, at a much more enthusiastic pace. I won’t be struggling to edit with the copious amount of fatigue that comes with chasing and entertaining a toddler all day. If money was no option, and we could live anywhere, we’d be back in our home province where there would be a line of family to babysit the munchkin that they currently don’t get to see that often. While my husband would toil away part time in the gamer store he half dreams of opening, I would spend my days with my characters. Not everyday, of course. A mental health day would be needed so I could spend time with my two favorite boys and not worry about the stuff I should be getting done.
Ah, to dream. But alas, I must continue on with the 88 hour work week until such a day comes that I become the main bread winner (hahahaha) or those seven magic numbers get called in our favor.
It was a question of literary standing or current best seller, and there isn’t a question as to what I wanted.
I would love to be a best seller.
And not for the reasons everyone thinks people want to be. Don’t get me wrong, money would be great, the perks that usually come with your books selling hundreds of thousands of copies not something to turn your nose at.
But I want to make people happy. There is nothing better than getting lost in a book, even if it’s not high brow. Some are great, like Pride and Prejudice, but they’re not for everyone. I can’t really say I’ve finished a lot of the classic, literary books. A thousand Leagues under the sea when I was much, much younger and to the point that I don’t even really remember it. But my shelves, both physical and digital, are filled with modern best sellers, and maybe some that never made it that far but are from the last twenty years. I have a few of my favorite reads from school that my husband had never heard of, a few Christopher Pike favorites that I’ve read and reread so many times that I had to find replacement copies. Namely the Remember Me series.
Most of the books I own will not be studied in decades to come, but I love them as they are an escape. I don’t need to feel smart while reading, I just need to get lost in someone else’s life for a while.
It’s the same with my own writing. I am not literary, I know that my writing isn’t even close to high brow, will not spawn deep conversations on the meaning my work will have, or why it’s so important to the world of literature. It’s not. If anyone’s talking about it it’s between friends, a book to read because it was (hopefully) good, and they enjoyed it, and “Oh my god, you should read it.”
So if there is a witch out there with this kind of power, and she’s happy to grant me one of these two possible wishes, I will gladly take the latter. I don’t need to be remember for centuries, or even decades. I just need to be read.
When was the last time I had writer’s block you ask? I often feel like more the accurate question is when don’t I have writer’s block. But to answer the question is wasn’t all that long ago. Last week, I think. I was getting ready to start a very key part to the novel I was working on, and I wasn’t sure how to approach it.
It usually happens when I come up to scenes I know need to be in there, or just after key parts that leave me wondering where to go next. I don’t always outline, and when I do it’s mostly just to put the ideas I’ve already come up with in chronological order so that I can possibly fill in the blanks. But even doing this can leave me stumped, because there’s only so far i can think ahead. I usually let my characters dictate the direction of the story, and while that should allow for less blockage they’re often as clueless as me.
In the case of last week’s writer’s block it was trying to link two things, bringing them together without it just being filler. I think I went about three or four days without really writing a word. It doesn’t help the blockage when I’m also too tired to write, so I couldn’t muddle through it by writing junk and hoping to get something out of it. I had to resort to one of my tried and true (but hardly productive) methods of working through a block: doing nothing.
Okay, so it’s not nothing, but it may as well be. I usually listen to my novel’s playlist and either play a version of solitaire or browse the humor boards on Pinterest. While part of my brain is doing something mindless I’m having conversations in my head with my characters. Or they are with each other, either crazy sounding way it usually works well for me. Even if I’m physically too tired to write I can at least jot down the ideas that come to me so I won’t lose them.
It’s the best way I know how to beat the thing that plagues every writer. Just as everyone has their own way of dealing with a cold, I think every writer is different when it comes to clearing out writer’s block.
How about you? How do you get rid of writer’s block? Let me know or post a link to your blog in the comments.
“I enjoy writing about people falling in love, probably because I think the first time you fall in love is the first time that you have to figure out how you’re going to orient your life. What are you going to value? What’s going to be most important to you? And I think that’s really interesting to write about.” -John Green.
It wasn’t something I set out to do. I didn’t really start digging my heels into my story until about the 13th of July. By then Camp NaNoWriMo was already in full swing, and since I wasn’t really familiar with the camp versions I just didn’t think to register. And besides, I wasn’t entirely sure I would be able to get momentum with this story, so shouldn’t I save my hardcore writing for November?
It was a few days after I got started that I downloaded an app to help me keep track of word counts, and I actually thought it would be great for NaNo because, hey, it’s an app that tracks words. I’ve been waiting for one of these my first Android. The more I logged, the more I was impressed with my word count because, well, I wanted to give myself to the end of next month to finish this book, and here it is the last day in July and I feel like I’m really coming up on the end. Seriously, I have maybe three or four chapters left to my best guess.
Anyway, a Camp NaNoWriMo post pops up in my newsfeed and I decide to say screw it, sign up super later, and validate y word count. As of last night the validation had me at 50634 words. Well shucks. So, yes, I’m still trudging on, and as I do I will figure out why my app tells me I have more. I go forward with confidence that I can, in fact, really pump out the words if I want, and that gives me some solid determination for November.
How about you, dear reader. Do you do any of the NaNoWriMos? Are you looking forward to November?