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Or the LA publishing industry, as in the case of poet/editor/publisher/(unofficial) stand-up comedian &lt;a href="http://www.kategale.com/"&gt;Kate Gale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kate was one of the two folks I asked to critique my nonfiction children’s books projects…a conversation that quickly evolved into a discussion of the future of the children’s nonfiction book market. Since I’ve devoted years of my life to working on these two nf projects, you can imagine this is a subject near and dear to my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See, here’s the deal: I started on the nf projects years before because nonfiction, theoretically, is easier to sell; I have a science background; and I actively enjoying researching and writing about my latest obsession in the nf world. The problem is this: now I’m a bit farther along in my writing career, and I’ve done quite a bit of market research, I’m realizing that the children’s nf book market is actually much smaller that I’d first believed. And most of the nf market is educational publishing, which is fun and all, but my two pet nf projects (the almost-finished, I’d-like-to-send-them-out-soon projects) definitely don’t fit most educational publishers’ lists. And I’m not sure they appeal to a wide enough audience to appeal to many trade publishers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008040"&gt;Wisdom from Kate: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the future of children’s nf lies in online content associated with the book. Science teachers want the kind of stuff I’m writing—but I have a much stronger platform if I can offer online content to augment material in an actual book. For instance, can I include additional info on the books’ topics in my website? How about a choose-your-own adventure approach to expanding the material? An hour critique appointment transformed into an hour-and-a-half brainstorming session and ongoing conversations throughout the weekend on ways to add value to my book concepts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What’s the blogging connection? Well, Kate authors a &lt;a href="http://kategale.wordpress.com/"&gt;smart, funny blog&lt;/a&gt; that covers everything from her latest speaking engagement to her thoughts on news, education, and nude beaches. It also includes pieces that will appear in one of her own nf book projects. She sees the blog as a way to discipline herself to produce the material for her book as well as building a platform on the topic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hmm. One of my ongoing blogging concerns is what value I add to the blogging community. I mean, sure, I love blogging, I love reading about other writers’ ups and downs in their writing lives, and I love collecting my thoughts on how the heck we thrive in the crazy writing life some of us choose—but I also want to reach beyond my circle of writers to the folks who might, someday, become my readers. I want my writing to reach a wider audience. I’ve never had a good idea how to do that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thanks for the food for thought, Kate! And for my fantastic readers, I’ll add this: someday, somewhere, find a time and place where you can ask smart people in the publishing industry smart questions about writing, career, marketplace, and so on. Those conversations are valuable beyond measure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Plus people who share this weird writing life have GOT to be the best, most interesting people in the world, so you’ll have a darned lot of fun, too :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Cheryl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938208880471782677-8627418875967494233?l=cherylreifsnyder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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As I plug along through the first draft of my new yet-to-be-named YA fantasy, I find that I can whiz through writing a scene—that’s the easy part. The hard part is &lt;em&gt;getting&lt;/em&gt; to the next scene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For inspiration, I do what I always do: pull out a few great books and take a look at how other authors accomplish the dreaded transition. I thought I’d share my findings…&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SqaGe9cv-LI/AAAAAAAABS8/unTGjQQLlPw/s1600-h/rage%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="rage" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 5px 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="135" alt="rage" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SqaGfRqEAlI/AAAAAAAABTA/Rr9Xy63JaOc/rage_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="89" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rage-Story-Julie-Anne-Peters/dp/0375852093"&gt;Rage&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://www.julieannepeters.com/"&gt;Julie Anne Peters&lt;/a&gt;, I found a number of scenes that start in the middle of the action. For instance:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;p. 59: Robbie bounds into the room a few seconds after me. Doesn’t say hi or hello or no or “cooperate with Johanna.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;p. 106: “Johanna, there you are.” Tessa sits up in one of the lawn chairs out back, crocheting a square of pink and purple yarn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shield-Stars-Sword-Crown/dp/1416905952/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252426503&amp;amp;sr=1-1#"&gt;&lt;img title="shield of stars" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="140" alt="shield of stars" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SqaGfrMML6I/AAAAAAAABTE/L_Ye6FAY6_s/shield%20of%20stars%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="93" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shield-Stars-Sword-Crown/dp/1416905952/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252426503&amp;amp;sr=1-1#"&gt;Shield of Stars&lt;/a&gt;, author &lt;a href="http://www.sfwa.org/members/bell/"&gt;Hilari Bell&lt;/a&gt; sometimes begins a scene with a summary of the time that passed since the end of the previous scene:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;p. 101: Setting a brisk pace, they managed to reach the small village of Sweetsprings just after dark.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;p. 122: It took them a day and a half to reach Coverton.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fact-Life-31-Denise-Vega/dp/0375843094/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252426827&amp;amp;sr=1-1&amp;gt;In Fact of Life #31&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;, &amp;lt;a href=" ?="?" www.denisevega.com="www.denisevega.com" http:="http:"&gt;&lt;img title="factoflife" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="157" alt="factoflife" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SqaGgRp7zrI/AAAAAAAABTI/o9XP6Yeis-8/factoflife%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="95" align="right" border="0" /&gt; In Fact of Life #31&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.denisevega.com/"&gt; Denise Vega&lt;/a&gt; provides examples of beginning with a quick sentence to set the scene (which is kind of like Hilari’s “time passes” transitions, above. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;p. 213: About a week after the New Year’s Eve Horror, I was dusting the Babies on Parade wall when the door banged open. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;p. 218: Abby had tried to get in touch with Libby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…So what good does this do me? Well, now I have a few “types” of transition to try. Also, these books all reminded me why my current transition attempts aren’t working: a good transition is &lt;em&gt;short&lt;/em&gt;, moving quite rapidly to the scene. Currently, my transition is long, filling in the reader with lots of little details that can come out elsewhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m back to the book-writing now. I’ll let you know how it goes!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;:) Cheryl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938208880471782677-1419421865581404608?l=cherylreifsnyder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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One member, a multi-published fantasy author, said I was beginning the story too soon, basically giving backstory. A fantasy/sci-fi novel, she said, needs to have a &amp;quot;Call to Action&amp;quot; by the end of the first chapter. We brainstormed and came up with a couple compelling and exciting twists that would bring action in the opening.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But once home, I began to question whether action DOES belong in my opening chapter. So I decided to do a little survey, to see where the “call to action” occurs in a number of current YA novels. Here’s what I found:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SpvyAhSjzJI/AAAAAAAABQ8/dG87BgTCNXA/s1600-h/51W4moDg93L__BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%2CTopRight%2C35%2C-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="51W4moDg93L__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="178" alt="51W4moDg93L__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SpvyBIhJU7I/AAAAAAAABRA/gOS86ZLmk2Y/51W4moDg93L__BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%2CTopRight%2C35%2C-76_AA240_SH20_OU01__thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="125" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shrinking-Violet-Danielle-Joseph/dp/1416596968#"&gt;Shrinking Violet&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.daniellejoseph.com/home.html"&gt;Danielle Joseph&lt;/a&gt; is a contemporary YA novel. By the end of chapter 1, the reader knows that Teresa is painfully shy, that she fantasizes about being the DJ “Sweet T,” and that a DJ spot just opened at her stepdad’s radio station—but she’s too scared to volunteer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call to Action&lt;/strong&gt;? I’d say no. The groundwork has been laid, but Teresa is not FORCED to act. And she doesn’t—yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SpvyBtrlolI/AAAAAAAABRE/0XkgdY_aifA/s1600-h/51fyL9Nf-cL__SL500_AA240_%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="51fyL9Nf-cL__SL500_AA240_" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="181" alt="51fyL9Nf-cL__SL500_AA240_" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SpvyCJDwR2I/AAAAAAAABRI/1w580FjjT9o/51fyL9Nf-cL__SL500_AA240__thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="120" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mebreen.com/bio/"&gt;M.E. Breen&lt;/a&gt;’s &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Darkwood-M-E-Breen/dp/1599902591"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darkwood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/em&gt;is a YA fantasy&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;By the end of chapter 1, the main character (Annie) has overheard her aunt and uncle planning to sell her to the Drop, where she fully expects to die. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call to Action?&lt;/strong&gt; Yep. Stay and get sent to certain death versus flee into the dangerous darkness and face unknown dangers.&amp;#160; Annie has to make a choice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SpvyCnBrR_I/AAAAAAAABRM/8lJ11kOfJ1I/s1600-h/51vEmEDks2L__SL500_AA240_%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="51vEmEDks2L__SL500_AA240_" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="168" alt="51vEmEDks2L__SL500_AA240_" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SpvyDHOb22I/AAAAAAAABRQ/1CeDeDrX7tQ/51vEmEDks2L__SL500_AA240__thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="115" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Need-Carrie-Jones/dp/1599903385/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1251732735&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Need&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://www.carriejonesbooks.com/my-awesomest-books/need/"&gt;Carrie Jones&lt;/a&gt; is another YA fantasy, but this is one of those “real world” fantasies that starts in the here-and-now. For the first few chapters, the readers gets hints of &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt;, but no clear portrayal of the paranormal or fantastical. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call to Action?&lt;/strong&gt; Not so much. By the end of chapter one, the reader knows about Zara’s troubled past and that she’s crushed by her father’s recent death. We also know that her mother is worried about her and has sent her to Maine to stay with her grandmother. We get one hint of the supernatural: a weird-looking guy who might or might not be stalking her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SpvyDlLLVnI/AAAAAAAABRU/xLGY8zRjfVo/s1600-h/415f4vaaqBL__BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%2CTopRight%2C35%2C-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="415f4vaaqBL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px; border-right-width: 0px" height="191" alt="415f4vaaqBL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__O-9yzKx50w/SpvyECM3mfI/AAAAAAAABRY/CuqeHmGZvYQ/415f4vaaqBL__BO2%2C204%2C203%2C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%2CTopRight%2C35%2C-76_AA240_SH20_OU01__thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="120" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.ranelsonbooks.com/"&gt;R.A. Nelson’s&lt;/a&gt; contemporary YA &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Breathe-My-Name-R-Nelson/dp/1595141863/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1251733245&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe My Name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the first chapter sets the stage for the story ahead: Frances lives with nightmares, sleeplessness, and stress because deep down she fears the return of her real mother.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call to Action? &lt;/strong&gt;Nope, this takes place a few chapters down the road, when the lawyer arrives with a letter from her biological mother. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So…what have I learned from all this? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;That a book’s opening—as we all know—is VERY important. It has to hook the reader and set the stage for the rest of the story. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;BUT—that doesn’t mean that the first chapter HAS to include the actual “call to action.” Especially when plot and character are closely intertwined, it makes sense to introduce the main character and her underlying problem in the opening chapter. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;In straight fantasy, it seems more common to introduce the call to action in chapter 1; in contemporary fiction, not as much. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Some books cross genres—like &lt;em&gt;Need&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;. These books seem more likely to break the “rule” about introducing the call to action in chapter 1.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938208880471782677-1737603235954279760?l=cherylreifsnyder.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Yes, I’m still mulling over the weird process of how we write first drafts. Everyone seems to do this differently: some people wake up in the night hearing their characters’ voices. Others have a general concept of plot and characters and just start writing, planning to go back later and iron out any wrinkles in structure. I like to outline first—outline in such detail that one editor said I was really creating a storyboard for an entire novel. My chapter outline can run 20 single spaced pages. It includes scene sketches, snatches of dialog, notes on character emotions and motivations…it’s almost like taking notes on the story’s play-by-play as I imagine it in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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And yet, even with all that advance planning, I find that the story frequently doesn’t pan out exactly as I plan. &lt;br /&gt;
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I figured out why. &lt;br /&gt;
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Let me explain: my sweetheart just returned from climbing Long’s Peak last weekend. For those of you who don’t know, Long’s Peak is one of the toughest non-technical climbs in the Rocky Mountains. It’s also an exceptionally &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; hike, where you have to circle a number of ridges, pick your way through an immense boulder field, and then traverse a skinny bit of trail aptly called the Narrows.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you take a wrong turn along the way, you’ll find yourself at an impassable cliff, sheer rock face, or some other insurmountable obstacle. Luckily, today’s hikers have cairns marking the way for them—but even so, only about 3 out of every 10 people who attempt the climb actually reach the summit. It’s a really tough hike.&lt;br /&gt;
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Imagine what it was like for the first people who tried to climb Long’s Peak. With no cairns or trail markers, they must have had to backtrack and try new directions again…and again…and again…and again. &lt;br /&gt;
I think that’s what writing is like. At least, for me :). Maybe I’ll get more of a bird’s-eye view of my stories with experience—but for now, writing involves a bit of trial and error!&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy writing!&lt;br /&gt;
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:) Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s been a while since I was writing the first draft of a book—about eight months—and, as I wrote yesterday, the experience can be a bit unsettling. I’m big on outlining, so when I sit down to write a chapter, I kind of expect that the words will just roll out. After all, the plot made perfect sense when I put it together a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah. Have I ever mentioned that I’m occasionally optimistic to the point of being delusional? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Every&lt;/em&gt; time I write the first draft of a novel, it’s much harder to bring the pages to life than I expect. And &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; time, I’m surprised by this. &lt;br /&gt;
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It took me a while yesterday to put my finger on what was wrong. I’d written a perfectly fine scene in which the main character’s father surprises her with a new bicycle. She hugs him, it’s touching, happy-happy joy-joy. My head said I should just keep on writing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily, I’m (slowly) learning to listen to my gut when it comes to writing, so instead of plowing onward (and wasting a lot of time) I kept poking at the story (well, and procrastinating, which is kind of like wasting time, except different. Sort of.) And eventually I made a breakthrough. I backed up the story, rewrote the previous scene to put Cass (the mc) in a much less pleasant situation, which naturally leads to tension when her father shows up, which naturally lets me explore her fears about their situation on this island….&lt;br /&gt;
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To put it another way, the best way to tell the story is not always obvious. Sometimes you stumble onto the wrong path, and even though you’re pouring out the words, the writing loses its life and urgency. The trick is to trust the process—trust those hours when you don’t seem to be accomplishing anything—because if you just keep hacking at the problem, eventually you’ll have a breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;
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And meantime, you might even resort to desperate measures, like doing the laundry. Your family will be so astonished, they’ll probably take you out to dinner….&lt;br /&gt;
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