OFF THE BUS AND ON MY FEET

Judith Arnold

I’ve been writing romance novels since my first publication in 1983. I would probably still be writing romance novels if editors, publishers, agents and karma hadn’t roughed me up a little. But in a period of just a few years, my single-title publisher dumped me, my series-romance editor got laid off, my agent and I parted ways, a bunch of other agents declined to represent me, one agent did finally agree to take me on but failed to sell anything of mine, I left her, I teamed up with another agent who also failed to sell anything of mine, and I left him.

I’d been cruising along in a comfortable romance-fiction bus—smooth ride, beautiful scenery, no complaints. And suddenly, I found myself lying in the rutted breakdown lane, choking on the bus’s exhaust fumes as it continued down the road without me. 

I had two choices: I could remain where I was, watching the bus grow smaller and smaller until it vanished from view, or I could move. I decided to move.

I wrote a mystery, and I wrote The April Tree.

The mystery, Still Kicking, was a hoot. It was a comedy, an affectionate satire of suburban mores. The victim deserved his fate. The heroine saved her own neck, solved the mystery, and enjoyed some great sex along the way.

The April Tree was not a hoot. It was a wrenching emotional exploration of fate and faith. The story of three teenage girls and a college boy whose lives are torn apart by a small-town tragedy, it addressed thoughts and feelings I’ve wrestled with since my own adolescence. I had approached this story many times over the years, from many different angles. Each time, I’d wound up running from what I’d written. But this time, I steeled myself against the fear and forced myself to keep writing.

By the time I’d finished The April Tree, I had sold (without an agent) a humorous women’s fiction novel to Bell Bridge Books. My editor wanted more books from me, and I had these two manuscripts: a funny, breezy mystery and a searing tale of friends learning how to recover from a devastating loss. I figured my editor would have no idea what to do with The April Tree—to be sure, I had no idea what to do with it. But I sent it to her, along with the mystery. I said, “Read The April Tree and be honest. If it’s crap, tell me. If I’ve just wasted a couple of years of my life on this book, let me know. I think you’ll like the mystery, though.”

It turned out she loved both books. The April Tree is out now, and Still Kicking is scheduled for release early next year. I’ve just sent my editor another mystery, a sequel to Still Kicking.

I never set out to reinvent myself. If I hadn’t been booted off the bus, I’d probably still be writing romances. But I did get booted off.

What do you do when you find yourself myself tossed to the side of the highway, bruised and covered with road dust? You stand up, brush yourself off, and start walking in a new direction. If you’re lucky, you’ll discover other roads that will take you to exciting destinations—and you’ll realize that riding a bus isn’t the only way to get where you’re meant to be.

 

USA Today bestselling author Judith Arnold still writes romance novels and novellas which she publishes independently. Her non-romance novels are published by Bell Bridge Books. Her new release, The April Tree, is available in ebook and trade paperback at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo. For more information about Judith, please visit her web site.

Writing on the Double: Pen Names and My YA Twin

by Malena Lott
(or is it Lena Brown?)

Sometimes I pinch myself that I get to slip into another world where I can be in control of the universe, the conflicts are thankfully not real (though they feel like it!) and I come away feeling like I've had a great adventure. If you've written more than one book, though, you realize there are limits to those adventures.

As an author, you don't get to go wild with whatever story pops into your head. You have to be somebody pretty special to be able to write whatever the hell you want and still use ONE name. Readers may love your voice, but we're creatures of habit, too. If your "brand" is known for historical romance, readers will look for another book by you and be devastated that your next book is a sci-fi time travel without so much as one good earlobe sucking scene.

So if you do want to write a story unlike what you've been writing...ta-da!...get a new name.

That's just what I did.  In 2009, I needed a break from writing women's fiction. I'd had two books published (The Stork Reality with Dorchester and Dating da Vinci with Sourcebooks) and my option novel was going to require a major rewrite, revised to a single person POV, down from three - and a switch from first to third POV, at that!

I declined the start-from-scratch option on my manuscript, but realized I needed a real breather.  (Though three years later that book was published the way I had first envisioned as Something New and readers seem to like it this way.)

So I thought at the time - I SHOULD REALLY TRY SOMETHING NEW. Ha. See what I did there?

That "something new" became my YA re-invention, Lena Brown, which happened to be my name when I was a teenager. (Best friends called me Leners.)  I tried several story ideas before I landed on Twin Falls about a secret colony of Messenger angels in Twin Falls, Texas. It's in soft launch now at an introductory offer of just .99 in the Kindle Store and by Sunday for nook. It's also available in trade paperback for those teens who prefer to read the old-fashioned way.

Author Reinvention 101

Upside: You get to be creative and have a release for all those story ideas that didn't fit with your "other  established self."

Downside: It means you're starting near zero on platform. While I have a website and Twitter account I started last year to promote short stories under my pen name in YA anthologies, I don't have near the following I do for my women's fiction.

Downside 2: You may start feeling like you have multiple personality disorder. I say this because I'm working on two other projects in two other genres. Could make your head spin keeping up with it all. Thing is, lots of authors do this and do it well. And you can be published with multiple publishers as well as indie publishing, so you can pull it off. It just may take more time and marketing dollars.

I look at my other selves as brands, not people. And it's okay to mesh them when it makes sense. For example, I'm going on a five city book tour starting in late July I'm calling the "fly" sisterhood tour because I'll be promoting both my Twin Falls title *and* my fifth women's fiction novel, Family Charms. Calling it "fly" because one is about angels and the other is about sisters who travel the world to see where there mother has been the last twenty years. (See what I did there?) So you can see it's possible to do tie-ins and cross promotions where it makes sense. I'll be inviting girlfriends, sorority sisters, family and mother/daughters. I'll keep you posted on how it goes! Until then, you've got to meet my gorgeous cowboy angels...

Do you have a transformation or alter-ego story to share? Questions? 

Good luck, whatever you call yourself.

Reinventing The Self:  We Always, Always Change

By Sandra Novack

Years ago, I got an octopus tattoo on my back, because I related so strongly to the symbolism of this ancient cephalopod.  The octopus can quickly change color and blend with its surroundings and seemingly disappear; it is known for its constant adaptability, clever diversification, ability to "feel out" things, and its art of camouflage.  In short (and among many, many other things): It’s a great master of disguise.

Given my love of the octopus, it’s probably no surprise that I might be a fan of the word ‘reinvention.’   I am the first person to switch gears, step back, dart off, or otherwise change course when my intuition guides me to do so.  I seldom look back once on a new trajectory.  I actively seek out new “dens” as needed, for growth, security, or just a place to call “home” for a while.  My motto:  Change is good!  Reinvention?  We require it.

As writers we are always, in a way, reinventing things.  The very act of writing is a radical (and political) subversion of “normal” expectations, a way to actually reinvent the world we all live in.  (Can someone call us all anarchists? It's not far from the truth!)  In lesser ways, each time we start a new book, we are taking up a new way of thinking and feeling.  When we add characters to our new fictional worlds, we are constantly shifting gears, exploring new temperaments/passions/careers/habits that may radically be different from our own.  When our work comes out to the public, we put on new hats, magically becoming PR people, that vision (hopefully!) of those who are actually comfortable doing things like touting our own work, giving interviews, talking on radio or TV, answering questions on a dime, all with grace and verve.  We do this even if we are otherwise quiet homebodies.

On a personal note, there are other ways I’ve reinvented myself over the years.  I wasn’t one of those people who “always wanted to be a writer.”   I started writing seriously in 2001, started publishing (over thirty) short stories from 2003-2006, and then started a novel.  I switched gears from shorter to longer forms when I realized novels just sell better, and when I genuinely just had more ‘stuff’ that I wanted to put on the page.  Those were natural reinventions, but really all my reinventions have felt that way—natural, what I wanted, rather intuitively, to do next.

My work has been considered ‘literary’ fiction, though lately I’ve been hearing (and embracing) the word “commercial”, so, in a way, I’ve shifted gears again, to make my newest work much more plot-driven (action, action, action) and “high concept.”  During this, I have SEVERAL times fantasized about sticking a pen name on it and sending it off to the world that way.  I know quite a few writer friends who have changed names or have been asked to change names to reinvent themselves.  Most take umbrage to that, given that they work so hard to build their list.  I totally understand that.

But sometimes I look at it another way:  I am inherently shy, dread reviews (even when they are starred and wonderful—can someone please tell me to relax!), and I would love nothing more than to slink away from my own name, from time to time.  I always figure, hey…if you totally deviate from your “platform” and a book does great, you can always own yourself back (See that awesome selling book…that’s ME!).  And if you try something radically different and it doesn’t do well, you can just disown it completely (that’s not my baby!) and go back to doing those things people know about you.  In all this, you still get to write and make a living.  

 Though it remains a fantasy (i.e. no one has asked me to do this, even though I often think about ‘pitching’ the idea), it makes me slightly giddy to think I could become my own fictitious character, another writer who does things no one named “Sandra Novack” would ever do.  I think it could be quite liberating!  

The octopus in me agrees.   

Sandra Novack is the author of the novel, PRECIOUS, and the short story collection, EVERYONE BUT YOU.  Currently she is working on a novel, THE PEACOCK ANGELS (name still sticks!).  Visit her at: http://www.sandranovack.com.

The Alphabet Soup of Perfect Timing

By Laura Spinella

The right words. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately—113,724 of them to be exact. I’ve looked at them microscopically and fussed over each one like the bow on a baby’s hat. We are past the collective stage, the part where you consider words as a whole and the story they tell. Edits have come and gone and so has the window in which one can easily shift ideas, reroute action, or change a character’s motivation. The next time I see Perfect Timing it will be typeset with a giant note on it about how now is not the time to make extensive revisions. I’m down to wringing my hands over lone words—a curious irony of the trade.

            Perfect Timing is a book I wrote in stages. It was my in-between novel.  Something I worked on while Beautiful Disaster simmered and Valley Views from Abbotsford, PA, made its way in and out of my head, finally making its way to a permanent address in my desk drawer.  We’re talking years here, and during that time I never thought about Perfect Timing in terms of publication. Actually, I never thought of it as Perfect Timing.  Back then it went by a different title, the words adding up to a rather different story. This was my feel-good composition, my comfort food while struggling to find the right words in other books and fielding the real rejection attached to this dreamy endeavor. Nowadays it’s all email, but back then I read so many snail-mail rejections I developed envelopaphobia—a fear of mailboxes. I loved to tinker with that book, the same way Leo, who lives down the street, has tinkered with his’67 Corvair since we moved here.

            A bunch of years ago—I don’t remember how many, I found some courage, or maybe it was just a whim (courage is more dramatic, don’t you think?), and shipped that comfort manuscript off to one of the biggest agents in the business. Not long after, the agent called to say she’d been reading my words since she opened them that morning. I had this crisp vision of Laura Spinella alphabet soup spilling over her desk. Would she get my words as a collective whole? Well, she got about half of them. She loved the back portion of the storyline, gushing in fact. Unfortunately, (see how one word indicates this won’t turn out well) she merely dripped over the present-day portion. Still, she was lovely and encouraging, suggesting I rewrite and resubmit the book to her.

            Here’s the thing. I didn’t do it.

            There’s a left hand drawer in my desk and I put the book in there, not considering it again. Maybe because the timing wasn’t perfect. I also think it had something to do with preserving the book’s ability to be my go-to comfort writing. But I did tuck it away, satisfied with partial big-time validation and the inkling that its words had potential. Fast forward a couple of years. On another whim, I gave the same book to my current agent. She read it and replied with the bold notion that the time was perfect to expand upon and rewire those words. So I did.  It took the better part of a year. During those seasons of revisions, on occasion, I’d walk past Leo’s house.  He’d be there, in the throes of rebuilding his beloved Corvair. Car parts were strewn across his yard like dead soldiers, Leo standing hunched over his engine, up to his elbows in grease. That’s a fair picture for the mental work that went into the reinvention of this book—a relatable process, I’m sure, for every GBC member.

                So here I am with words—a bunch of them that are scheduled for a print run, slated for a spine, pretty cover, and a copyright. Below are a few of my favorite words from PERFECT TIMING.  They’re original words that survived the practice years and the storage years. Like my kids, I know them at glance, they are that attached to me, reminding me that old and new, all the words in this book are mine.   

“It wasn’t what people assumed.  Not that people assumed anything about Aidan and Isabel. Their relationship flew under the radar of Catswallow gossip, but it wasn’t the fare or affair the secluded setting of a dilapidated farmhouse might suggest.”—Chapter Two

“Aidan inched away, their faces but a breath apart. He’d never used this moment to convey anything so honest. In truth, he’d never used this moment to convey much of anything at all.”—Chapter Sixteen

“Her father returned to the sofa as Patrick sat in a chair where his frame pulled tight, his bearded face doubtful.  “Eric, did you not hear the part where the town’s most popular heterosexual boy, its very own Conrad Birdie, is being railroaded for the crime?”—Chapter Seventeen (maybe you have to read it in context, but those words still make me laugh)

“Seriously, Isabel, whatever’s happened between us, did you think that if you ever called I wouldn’t come?”  

  Her lips pursed tight, eyes welling.  “In a million years,” she said, arms wrapped in a straightjacket grip, “I never thought I’d call.” –Chapter Twenty-Six

Laura Spinella is the author of the award-winning novel, Beautiful Disaster and the upcoming novel, Perfect Timing. Visit her at lauraspinella.net

5 Favorite Quotes: The Writing Process From Beginning to End

 by Sara Rosett 

“How do you write a book?”

It's a question I’ve been asked a lot, and I still don't have a good answer. 

Photo credit: clarita from morguefile.com

Instead of going with my usual vague response about ideas germinating into plot twists, character inspiration, and daily word counts, I thought I’d borrow words from other writers to explain my process. 

How I write in five easy steps:   

1. “The best time to plan a book is while you’re doing the dishes.” ― Agatha Christie

I’m always thinking about writing, stories, plots, characters, descriptions, etc. I cull ideas from news reports, snatches of overheard conversations, and other weird places like Pinterest, Facebook, and even my hair stylist (one of the best places to get story ideas, actually). Those ideas are always churning and activities like housework and long walks are great for sorting them out.

2. “Just get it down on paper, and then we’ll see what to do with it.” ― Maxwell Perkins

I literally would not be a published writer without this quote. I read it years ago when everything I had written was only a few chapters. Nothing was ever good enough:  the first line, the first paragraph, the first chapter. I got bogged down in revisions and never moved on to write the rest of the story.

When I read this quote I thought, well, if that’s the kind of advice he gave to his authors, which included Fitzgerald and Hemingway, then it was good enough for me. I decided I’d get my ideas down on paper first—the whole book—then revise.

3. “Writing is like driving at night. You can see only as far as the headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” ― E.L. Doctorow

Photo credit: d3designs from morguefile.com

I generally have a firm grasp of how the story begins and how it ends. I write mystery and suspense, so I know whodunit, how they did it, who the suspects are, and how everything wraps up, but that middle part is always a tad fuzzy. I’ve found once I start writing the details and plot twists come into focus as I write. 

For me, I have to get into the story to know what must happen next. Some writers know their whole book in great detail from beginning to end before they put even a word on paper. My little brain can’t hold all that info at once. I have to ease into it.

4. “Books aren't written - they're rewritten.” ― Michael Crichton

Ah, revision. I actually enjoy revising. It’s always a relief to me to get the first draft down then I can go back and clean it up. See #2 above.

5. “The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.” ― Mark Twain

That quote pretty much sums up the final stage of writing, doesn’t it? When I do the final edit, the line edit, I agonize over the absolute best word, wrestling with nuance and sentence flow. And, don’t even get me started on commas….   

And one more quote for fun:

Bonus Quote: “Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.” ― Groucho Marx

What are some of your favorite writing quotes?

Sara is currently immersed in #5 (line edits) for DECEPTIVE, the third book in the ON THE RUN series, which will be out in July. 

 

 The first two books in the series, Elusive and Secretive are available now. Elusive is currently free at Amazon, Kobo, and Smashwords. 

 Publishers Weekly called Sara’s books, "satisfying," "well-executed," and "sparkling."

Sara loves all things bookish, considers dark chocolate a daily requirement, and is on a quest for the best bruschetta. Connect with her at www.SaraRosett.com. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, or Goodreads.

Sources:

Quote 1: http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/123715.Agatha_Christie

Quotes 2 and 3: http://wingedword.wordpress.com/2010/06/06/some-quotes-about-writing/

Quote 4: http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/5194.Michael_Crichton

Quote 5: http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1244.Mark_Twain

Bonus quote: http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/43244.Groucho_Marx

On Wrong Words, Right Times, Maternal Reinvention, and Divine Intervention

           

Sheila Curran

Okay, I know I’m late to the party.  Last cycle the Girlfriends talked about the right words at the right time.  I talked about something else.  Now I’m clinging to old ways, in more ways than one.

        

My daughter turned 18 last month. She graduated from high school and leaves for college (summer session) in eight days.  Did I mention she’s my baby?  

My Baby All Grown Up

             Last Sunday, I had a rare chance to step back into old maternal shoes.  AT&T, it seems, doesn’t care if you’re 18, doesn’t care if you’ve got the credit card.  They want the account holder of record to sign on the dotted line for replacement (#3) of Steve Jobs’ prank on parents everywhere, the gift that keeps on giving.  Since when did iPhones become absolutely necessary for daily life?  It’s hard for me to argue too much: I have one (a gift?!) that I’m quite attached to.  I carry it around in an Otter cover that is, my kids tell me, a bit out of fashion, a bit on the bulky side.  

           “But it protects it!” I say, meaning so much more. 

Meaning all these things you take for granted, my lovely children of privilege, these weren’t items I grew up expecting or having.  Meaning, the world has changed and I’m fearful for you, fearful I may have spoiled you with my tendancy to err on the side of safety.  (We bought our teenage drivers new cars with the latest in side-curtain air bags and 5 star crash ratings.  The luxury they enjoyed was incidental to our need to know we’d done the best we could to protect them against the #1 cause of death in teens and the # 2 cause of anti-anxiety medication in parents.)

  

The iPhone sort of came along accidentally. It came as a celebration of being 16.  It turned into the guest that would not leave.  This gadget insinuated itself into all of our lives with its charming features, the photos we treasure, the music we adore, the texts saying “I’m safe!” Mine has my yoga apps and my Audible books.  I use the alarm.  I’ve come to rely on it.

            That said, I know it’s a luxury.  So, what’s a mother to do when her otherwise perfect daughter doesn’t use the suggested protective cover and breaks (and soaks) said iPhone for the third time?  I felt some sort of lesson was in order.  

She drove, I lectured.  Softly, but surely, I pressed my case: taking care of her things, there must be consequences. If this happened again, she would be on her own.  I spoke about my own phone, how I’d had it for two years thanks to the OTTER and if she wanted to keep hers, it really would behoove her to put it into a protective case and watch it like a hawk.

            We had other errands to run after the phone purchase.  She dropped me at the grocery where I raced through the crowded aisles, efficient, driven toward getting everything on the list.  I made it through Publix in record time.  It was only when I was asked to pay that I peered into my purse to discover the deluge.  Everything was sopping wet.  My water bottle had exploded.  My iPhone was telling me my daughter had called 3 times but when I pressed the screen nothing would work. 

            It just so happened I’d bought a bag of rice.  Thank God and a craving for risotto.

          I had left the house rather abruptly. Thus I was wearing yoga pants, teeshirt, no makeup, my hair scrunched into a frizzy bun.  I looked like a New Age bag lady.  There I sat in the summer heat, full shopping cart next to my crouched form, muttering and laughing to myself.  I fiddled with the Otter’s latch while simultaneously praying that reverse osmosis rice trick was working despite the impervious (but not impermeable) plastic casing whose merits I'd pressed just minutes earlier.

            Time was of the essence.  I knew my daughter couldn’t reach me.  When I saw her drive into the lot, I rushed out, flagging her down.  “Pull over!” I shouted frantically, handing her the bag with rice and phone.  “Can you get the cover off?  You won’t believe what happened!”

            On the way home, I was giggling.  She was too. 

I said “Well, there’s this biblical saying.  Pride goeth before a fall.”

            I think that was the real wisdom I was intended to impart.  Not that stewardship and responsibility aren’t important, but that straight A student of mine pretty much already knew that. 

       What she needed to hear was that no matter how mature you are, no matter how learned, there are times when life makes idiots of us all. (Apologies to The Bard.)  

        Forget consequences, remember this.  Just when you think you’ve got control, you find you don’t.  Better still, when the going gets tough and the tough go shopping, there’s nothing better than to laugh outright at your own silly self.  After all, in the end, there is only this: humor, frailty, human interdependence, and the joy of knowing there will always be something new that life has to teach us, whether we think you need it or not.

 

(Everyone she loves has been known to fall down, especially the author.

)

Sheila Curran is the author of DIANA LIVELY IS FALLING DOWN

and EVERYONE SHE LOVED.

REINVENTING LAUREN

by Lauren Baratz-Logsted

The theme at GBC this cycle is reinvention.

My debut novel, The Thin Pink Line, came out a decade ago next month. Since it was published by Red Dress Ink, it was immediately categorized as Chick Lit, as were the next few books I had published.

In September of 2006, a different book was published by a different publisher, Vertigo, a dark Victorian suspense novel. It had only a few arch moments in it, nothing like the madcap comedies that I was in the process of completing five of for RDI, and the overall tone could best be characterized as one of impending doom.

Later in 2006, Simon and Scuster published an earnest novel of mine called Angel's Choice, about a teen who becomes pregnant in her final year of high school. I hadn't set out to write a YA novel when I first got the idea, but it turned out that's what I'd created, and so I broke into the YA market. More YA books would follow over the next several years, no two alike: a revisioning of a classic fairy tale, a comedic mystery, a slender comedy-drama about a Victorian girl who wants a decent education, a Victorian murder mystery and, oh yes, a time travel story.

In march of 2008, my first middle grade novel was published by S&S, Me In Between, about a generously endowed girl who's conflicted about her physical attributes. At the end of that year, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt published the first two of the nine books that comprise The Sisters 8, a series for young readers that I created with my husband and daughter.

Oh, and in 2011, I started going the ebook route with several new books for adults, no two of them sharing anything in common save for The Bro-Magnet and its sequel, Isn't it Bromantic?

Was there ever any intent, in all this industriousness, to reinvent myself? No, nor am I sure I ever have. I've only ever suceeded in following the ideas that have excited me, trying my hardest to produce the best individual book I can for readers. There's no one area I've ever stuck with to the exclusion of all else. I am something of a publishing nightmare, the opposite of a brandable author. In fact, the only brand I have is my improbable name.

I think, sometimes, that the only way I could truly revinvent myself would be if I were to change that name. More than a few author friends, tired of the tyranny of sales track records, have done that, some to great success.

So, what do you think? Do I need a reinvention? And if I ever change my name, what should it be to?

Lauren Baratz-Logsted is the author of over 30 books for adults, teens and children. You can read more about her life and work at www.laurenbaratzlogsted.com or follow her on Twitter @LaurenBaratzL

Writing is in the Details…

by Barbara Claypole White

I have a favorite line in my debut novel, The Unfinished Garden: life is in the details. For my birthday, my husband put it on a bumper sticker, so now it goes wherever my rusty, dented CRV takes me.  Why do I love that line? Because I’m all about character, and that one, short sentence sums up my beloved hero.

James has obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), which means he’s detail-obsessed. His world spins on order and control. Everything has to happen in the right way, at the right moment, and when he speaks, he chooses his words with care. As he turns to the heroine and says, “Life is in the details,” I imagine a slow smile spreading from the corner of his mouth, and I hear a touch of self-deprecating humor. The reader—although not the heroine—also knows that James is fighting an OCD fear, so the context makes an important statement about James’s attitude to his anxiety disorder. The second I typed those words, my writer’s gut tingled, and I knew I had found the real James. “Life is in the details” is James’s voice.

Finding the right words, and using them in unexpected ways, is how we reveal character.  For example, last month my family went to see one of our favorite bands—The Airborne Toxic Event. Through a quirk of fate, we ran into the lead singer before the show. Afterward, I heard my son on the phone with his best buddy: “I hugged Mikel, and he smelled of miracles.” Is that not a perfect image?  (Confession time—yes, I stole it for the hero of my second novel, The In-Between Hour.)

If my son were a fictional character, what would those words tell the reader about him? That he has a dream—which he shares with his best buddy—to be a rock star. Had he said, “I hugged Mikel, and he smelled of sex and drugs,” the reader may have made the same assumption…but without gaining any sense of my son’s voice. 

The Beloved Teenage Delinquent is an award-winning poet and lyricist. When I ask him to read my work, I know he will focus on individual words in a way that none of my other readers do. He has the eye of a poet. In poetry—Every. Single. Word. Counts. Part of my learning curve as an author has been to realize the same is true when creating character’s voice. Finding that voice is all about the right word at the right moment….

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Barbara Claypole White is the author of The Unfinished Garden*, a love story about grief, OCD, and dirt (Harlequin MIRA, August 2012). The In-Between Hour follows in January 2014.

* winner, 2013 Golden Quill Contest for Best First Book