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Malliet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13805971625496094303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06731791487809651341" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTVLoZxpHOs/SxZr0Ge_rLI/AAAAAAAAASg/FccPjHBEkUI/s72-c/inkspot-news.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIHSXcycCp7ImA9WxNaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-5976349992672269692</id><published>2009-12-04T08:03:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:48:58.998-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-04T08:48:58.998-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="submitting your book" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="manuscript formatting" /><title>Judging a Book</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTVLoZxpHOs/SxkSriGbuXI/AAAAAAAAASo/kdb3N-TAWhw/s1600-h/typescript.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTVLoZxpHOs/SxkSriGbuXI/AAAAAAAAASo/kdb3N-TAWhw/s200/typescript.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411376966359824754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://gmmalliet.com/"&gt;G.M. Malliet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;I was recently tapped to be one of the judges in a writing competition. What an honor. What a responsibility. What a real labor of love - emphasis on labor, emphasis on love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Many submissions later, and more on the way...Since my own escape from the slush pile is not that far in the past, I’m excited by the quality of what I’m reading, and determined to give everyone a fair shot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am also starting to see what agents mean when they say "Don’t give me any excuse, however small." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;They are swamped with good-quality manuscripts. I get it now. They are looking for reasons to toss your gorgeous book aside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Don’t give them a reason.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;That means this: No funny fonts. No colored fonts. No odd spacing. Nothing that makes you stand out, in fact (except your exceptional writing and storytelling skills, of course). Boring conformity is what the agent and editor want to see. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;I repeat: Don't give them a reason. These people are more jaded than I am. They are more tired after years in the business. Their eyesight is probably bad, and they may be cranky, for any number of unknown reasons. They may not choose to ignore, as I steadfastly do, the things that make it harder to read your manuscript. After all, I'm in this for the short haul, so I can be more diligent, and "holier than them."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;They will not be as patient. Trust me on this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The things it is assumed "everyone" knows about submitting a manuscript - not everyone does. So I’ve recently been compiling my own list of the formatting rules I didn't always know:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;* Doublespace the entire manuscript. There is no need to triple or quadruple space between paragraphs – just doublespace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;* Indent each paragraph five spaces. Fewer or more spaces can make it harder to read. Also, don’t use dashes at the beginning of each paragraph. (I don’t know where this formatting style started - is it a European thing?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;* Again, no fancy fonts. Plain old Times New Roman, 12 point, is just fine. By the way, I was taught that a sans serif font, like &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arial&lt;/span&gt; (apparently the default font for this blog), is harder to read than a font with serifs – those little sticky-outy things (a technical term I learned from Hallie Ephron) like on the letters &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; and p and m&lt;/span&gt;. Supposedly, the eye can track words better when you use letters with sticky-outy things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;* Put your name, the title of your book, and the page number on every page. The exact way you do this probably doesn’t matter. I put, for example, Malliet/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death of a Cozy Writer&lt;/span&gt; at the top left of each page, and the page number at the top right of each page. Imagine if you will a busy agent, dealing with dozens of manuscripts on her/his desk. The casual swoop of an arm, and there go your manuscript pages, mixed up now with dozens of other manuscript pages. This is the reason why you should label every page.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;* Despite the above, it is not necessary to bind your pages. I have heard that agents/editors prefer pages unbound, except for a rubber band around the middle. Has anyone else here heard the same? (I think a giant, removable clip at the top is fine, too, but that’s just me.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;* By the same token, elaborate packaging isn’t necessary. A manuscript-sized box, such as that provided by the postal service for priority mail, or one of those unrippable bags is fine. One agent (now I can’t remember who) has famously begged people not to pad their manuscript with that plastic popcorn stuff, which tends to explode into every corner of an office.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;* Center your chapter headings so the break is obvious. I also bold my chapter headings. Some people (me) begin a new chapter at the center of the page itself. It doesn’t matter, I don’t think, and probably wastes paper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;* Despite what I just said, it is better/more usual not to print on both sides of the page. Yes, I know this is wasteful. You are trying to get published, so the recycling gods will probably forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;* Scene shifts or breaks in a chapter: Everyone does this differently, but use something to clearly indicate this type of break - don’t just quadruple space. I center five asterisks on a line by themselves to indicate that I’m shifting gears slightly, but I’m still in the same chapter. (*****).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;* I don’t think a separate title page is necessary, although I’m probably in the minority here. I just put my title, name, Chapter 1, and then I start the story, all on the first page. (I confess that I only started doing this because I couldn't get my word processor to start numbering from the number 1 on the second page of the document file. Bill Gates, are you listening?) However, if you want a separate title page, I would bet most agents would tell you not to bother using a graphic or background image. Personally, I like this look and think it is effective in setting the tone. But we’re talking boring industry standard and getting published - so play it safe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;What have I forgotten?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Typescript image taken from http://www.star-dot-star.co.uk/books/buttons/004946.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529128955266044151-5976349992672269692?l=midnightwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Maybe it’s a good time then to assess how the launch has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In-the-Flesh Appearances:&lt;/strong&gt; The folks at my publisher, &lt;a href="http://www.midnightinkbooks.com/"&gt;Midnight Ink&lt;/a&gt;, suggested I not schedule anything before mid-October to give stores a chance to get the book in stock. So I waited until October 14 for my first event at the &lt;a href="http://www.foulplaybooks.com/"&gt;Foul Play Bookstore &lt;/a&gt;in Westerville, Ohio. All told in the roughly seven weeks since then I have shown up at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 bookstore events where I read and spoke&lt;br /&gt;3 library events&lt;br /&gt;2 conferences (Bouchercon in Indianapolis and Men of Mystery in Irvine)&lt;br /&gt;11 “greet-and-signs” where I stand by the front door at bookstores and beg customers to buy my book&lt;br /&gt;3 private events (two at houses and one at a restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;2 drop-by signings at bookstores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a total of 30 events. The 27 events in California ranged from a Silicon Valley kickoff at &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sWHY5OsAw/SxU3p4kvRdI/AAAAAAAAAXo/SG5aLHOzDN4/s1600/Book+Tour+2009+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://keplers.com/"&gt;Kepler’s Books &lt;/a&gt;with 106 attendees and 81 books sold to a Southern California library event with four attendees and three books sold. Even at the latter, I had a good time since the witty and sly &lt;a href="http://www.ahream.com/index.html"&gt;Ashley Ream &lt;/a&gt;was moderating, the good-humored cynic &lt;a href="http://www.ericstone.com/"&gt;Eric Stone &lt;/a&gt;was in the audience, and my fellow panelist was pal &lt;a href="http://www.libbyhellmann.com/"&gt;Libby Fischer Hellmann&lt;/a&gt;. In fact Ashley and Libby were so good, it’s a shame the session wasn’t recorded. At the &lt;a href="http://www.mystery-bookstore.com/blog/"&gt;Mystery Bookstore &lt;/a&gt;in Westwood traveling partner Libby Fischer Hellmann and I had a dozen or so people show up in person, but Linda Brown of the store tweeted dozens more in real time. At the nine events I did with Libby, we provided each other support and had a good time discussing and comparing our books and workstyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the 11 greet-and-signs I signed over 400 books. (I have another five of those scheduled before Christmas.) I met lots of interesting people and, judging from emails I’ve received, made some real fans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410292901591934946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77sWHY5OsAw/SxU4uqI0Z-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/F8eh27jLVPI/s400/Book+Tour+2009+032.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The launch at Kepler's. The great &lt;a href="http://www.carablack.com/"&gt;Cara Black &lt;/a&gt;is providing moral support from the end of the third row back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Virtual World:&lt;/strong&gt; I guest blogged for seven different blogs, all terrific, that I read regularly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://wellreaddonkey.blogspot.com/2009/10/keplers-and-me-lifelong-romance-by.html"&gt;The Rap Sheet&lt;br /&gt;The Well-Read Donkey &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://7criminalminds.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebeccas-question-for-keith-raffel.html"&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theoutfitcollective.blogspot.com/2009/11/dispatches-from-road.html"&gt;The Kill Zone&lt;br /&gt;The Outfit&lt;br /&gt;A Million Blogging Monkeys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookreporter.com/blog/blog/2009/11/keith-raffel-on-mollys-pilgrim.asp"&gt;Bookreporter.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea about how effective my postings were in spreading the word, but it was sure fun writing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again in the virtual world, I &lt;a href="http://www.ppwebcon.com/live/mp310.html"&gt;moderated a discussion on plot versus character &lt;/a&gt;for PP Web Con, the first online crime fiction conference, that included four great writers, &lt;a href="http://kellistanley.com/"&gt;Kelli Stanley&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rebeccacantrell.com/"&gt;Rebecca Cantrell&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.hardluckstories.com/"&gt;Dave Zeltserman&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://mark-et-al.com/"&gt;Mark de Castrique&lt;/a&gt;. Loads of fun there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amused by tweets from Silicon Valley luminaries with lots of followers like &lt;a href="http://www.cshipley.com/"&gt;Chris Shipley &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.podtech.net/home/1930/tim-chou-author-and-entrepreneur"&gt;Tim Chou&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently, there’s something like a guessing game going on over whom the predatory billionaire in &lt;em&gt;Smasher&lt;/em&gt;, Ricky Frankson, is based on. My position is no one, but my protestation are being ignored. Ah well, the online speculation keeps people thinking about the book. At a signing I met &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/lebootcamp"&gt;Valerie Orsoni&lt;/a&gt;, the head of "Le Boot Camp" which has 600,000 members; she tweeted her followers, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlnKqIWQ_ik"&gt;book trailer &lt;/a&gt;for &lt;em&gt;Smasher&lt;/em&gt; has received lots of compliments, but I am , I admit, a little disappointed it hasn’t had more than a total of 600-700 views in its various manifestations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlnKqIWQ_ik&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlnKqIWQ_ik&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 2007 Google had hosted me as a participant in its Authors@Google program for &lt;em&gt;Dot Dead&lt;/em&gt;. They posted &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UqI5zjMUFk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;my appearance on YouTube &lt;/a&gt;where it’s had over 1500 views. Apparently, like newspapers and everything else, they’ve cut back, too. No dice this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviews:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jvibe.com/Pop_culture/SummerReads.php"&gt;The first magazine review &lt;/a&gt;of &lt;em&gt;Smasher&lt;/em&gt; came from 17-year old Monica Deutsch in Jvibe, a magazine aimed at Jewish teens. Ms. Deutsch called it "intensely suspenseful and captivating." We were off to a good start. The next piece in &lt;em&gt;The Palo Alto Weekly&lt;/em&gt;, my hometown paper, was a generous review by fellow Palo Alto crime fiction novelist &lt;a href="http://www.loraroberts.net/"&gt;Lora Roberts&lt;/a&gt;. Overall though, one of the most disappointing aspects of launching &lt;em&gt;Smasher&lt;/em&gt; was the paucity of reviews in newspapers and magazines. Since &lt;em&gt;Dot Dead&lt;/em&gt;, my first book, came out a couple of years ago, the number of places to be reviewed has just shrunk. A great review of &lt;em&gt;Dot Dead&lt;/em&gt; in The &lt;em&gt;San Jose Mercury&lt;/em&gt; helped turbocharge its early sales. Now &lt;em&gt;The Merc&lt;/em&gt; is suffering from journalistic anorexia. Last Sunday the only two book reviews it ran were reprints from other papers. I don’t understand why I can’t get anywhere with &lt;em&gt;The San Francisco Chronicle&lt;/em&gt;, but so it goes. As consolation and much more, Joe Hartlaub’s &lt;a href="http://www.bookreporter.com/reviews2/9780738718743.asp"&gt;review in Bookreporter.com&lt;/a&gt; and Oline Cogdill’s in &lt;a href="http://www.mysteryscenemag.com/display_review.php?review_id=1486"&gt;Mystery Scene&lt;/a&gt; were fabulous, the kind where my wife accuses me of ghost-writing them. &lt;em&gt;Mystery News&lt;/em&gt; and especially &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/books/articles/2009/10/25/tales_of_suspense_unfolded_slowly/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Boston Globe&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;were a little less so. Still, I’m grateful to have been reviewed in a major metropolitan daily like &lt;em&gt;The Globe&lt;/em&gt; at all, and I made it into &lt;em&gt;Mystery&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;News&lt;/em&gt; in the nick of time – lamentably, it was its last issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Articles:&lt;/strong&gt; I got in touch with a friend who is one of the greats of Silicon Valley PR. With her help, I did a press release where I compared my current life as an author to my former one as an entrepreneur. I made lots of calls to journalists. The one to Mike Cassidy at &lt;em&gt;The San Jose Mercury&lt;/em&gt; paid off&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; He came over to the house, I really enjoyed talking to him, and the result was a &lt;a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/breaking-news/ci_13825479"&gt;great piece&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therese Poletti had worked for the aforementioned &lt;em&gt;Mercury&lt;/em&gt; and done a nice story on &lt;em&gt;Dot Dead&lt;/em&gt;. We’ve stayed in touch since and she said she wanted to write a piece on &lt;em&gt;Smasher&lt;/em&gt; for Marketwatch, a business website owned by Dow Jones. A terrific reporter, she came up with &lt;a href="http://www.marketwatch.com/story/silicon-valley-entrepreneur-morphs-into-author-2009-10-20"&gt;a funny slant &lt;/a&gt;on my transition from entrepreneur to writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Liedtke, another great guy whom I’d known from my days in the high tech world, included &lt;em&gt;Smasher&lt;/em&gt; on his list of 10 tech books that made good holiday gifts. Since Michael works for the AP the story keeps popping up. I saw it first on November 19 on the site of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.theage.com.au/breaking-news-technology/gift-guide-tech-books-that-enlighten-entertain-20091120-ipfm.html"&gt;The [Melbourne, Australia] Age&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Since then it’s been in &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capecodonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20091129/LIFE/911290319"&gt;The Cape Cod Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/personaltechnology/2010372861_ptgiftbooks28.html?utm_source=twitterfeed&amp;amp;utm_medium=twitter"&gt;The Seattle Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.contracostatimes.com/business/ci_13869115?source=rss"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Contra Costa Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/ci_13834356?source=rss&amp;amp;nclick_check=1"&gt;The San Jose Mercury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and -- just 30 minutes ago -- in &lt;a href="http://www.herald-mail.com/?cmd=displaystory&amp;amp;story_id=235146&amp;amp;format=html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The [Hagerstown, MD] Herald-Mail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no question about the efficacy of these articles. Before Mike and Michael’s pieces ran my Amazon number was around 400,000. After, it ducked below 5,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusions:&lt;/strong&gt; Even as the disappearing act of newspapers plays out, articles and reviews in them can’t be beat as a way to reach readers. I don’t know how effective the virtual tour I did was, but I enjoyed it. Speaking at stores worked best around Palo Alto, my hometown, where I did a fair amount of marketing myself. Otherwise, standing at the entrance to a busy store worked better. I could sell more than 50 books in an afternoon that way and get to recruit readers, many of whom turned into dedicated fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments (Please):&lt;/strong&gt; I’d love to hear from other writers and readers about what’s worked and not worked launching books. 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As someone confessed to me recently, "I buy three books for every one I read...I can't help it." Clearly there are worse vices to have, but one of the great ironies of becoming a writer is that you have less time to devote to the reading, the very act that inspired you to write in the first place. And once you start meeting other authors, including those who inspired you to write in the first place, the size of your collection of books can rival the library at Alexandria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJtDwrTxFmc/SxMdLIAi1OI/AAAAAAAAANA/f3LjGDPNA9Y/s1600/airplane-bad-landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJtDwrTxFmc/SxMdLIAi1OI/AAAAAAAAANA/f3LjGDPNA9Y/s200/airplane-bad-landing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409699654367630562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately I've been living on airplanes, flying back and forth between San Francisco and New York on a weekly basis. And the dilemma I always face is the temptation to read the entire flight, when I know that time in the air (away from phones and kids) is prime writing time, if only I can resist the urge to grab one of the 3 paperbacks stashed in my carry-on bag. Sure, I still read whenever I can, and most of my writing time in the early days came from stealing hours away from other activities and hobbies. But as a writer your reading is more directed, often driven by your latest research, or just catching up with friends' books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many of my fellow scribes I haven't found the discipline to achieve a consistent balance between what I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to do and what I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be doing, so I've become a binge writer. I'll get sucked into a book like Keith Raffel's latest breakneck thriller, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Smasher&lt;/span&gt;, and not write consistently for days, then after I finish I'll clear the decks and write nonstop for a week, barely sleeping. (I can tell when self-editing which prose was written first thing in the morning and which came from some self-induced sleep derived psychosis.) Then I'll take a day off, and next thing you know, a book is in my hands and days vanish like smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJtDwrTxFmc/SxMd0xBrEOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZsZ-4sWNwDE/s1600/unbalanced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJtDwrTxFmc/SxMd0xBrEOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZsZ-4sWNwDE/s200/unbalanced.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409700369752854754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire and envy those writers who bang out a consistent word count each day, but I'm not one of them. 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The goal of each participant in NaNoWriMo is to write a 50,000 word first draft of a fiction novel during November. Participants record their daily writing totals at the website and form support groups to keep each other moving toward that lofty goal. By now, I'm seeing some "NaNoWriMo Winner" logos popping up on Facebook pages of writing friends, meaning they've met their 50,000 word goal. Congratulations to all the winners and kudos for your hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've resisted participating in NaNoWriMo the past because, let's be honest here, I'm a slow writer. I follow an outline and write one scene at a time, at most, in each 2-3 hour session I spend at the computer when I'm working on a rough draft. I need time in between each session to let the two-sentence or so description of the next scene in my outline percolate in my mind until the characters involved are ready to start talking to each other. Sometimes I can fit two sessions in a day, but many days, only one. This kind of writing routine does not lend itself to producing high daily page counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To encourage writers like me in Southern Colorado to participate in the annual November fiction-writing frenzy, &lt;a href="http://pikespeakwriters.com/"&gt;Pikes Peak Writers&lt;/a&gt; this year set up a NaNoTryMo program, where members are encouraged to set realistic goals on their current works-in-progress and provide mutual support in TRYING to reach those goals. I set a goal of adding 20,000 words to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evil Eddies&lt;/span&gt; manuscript, the second Mandy Tanner river ranger mystery that will be published by Midnight Ink. I already had about 20,000 words written, and if I met my goal, I'd be about two thirds of the way through the rough draft. I tend to write a lean first draft and add more words, mostly description, scene setting, and narration, as I go back and edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working with a small group of local writers I know, and we're reporting our page count progress to each other in emails, along with encouragement. I'm in awe of the progress my partners are making on their works. Two are approaching the actual 50,000 word NaNoWriMo goal, while I'm struggling, sitting at about 16,000 words added so far this month with three days to go. Yes, I've had a lot of distractions (this week I'm skiing in Breckenridge with my hubby, for instance), but I've got to admit the procrastination is all my fault. So, today I'm staying inside and off the slope and sitting at my computer. Hopefully my characters will cooperate and start arguing with each other so I can record their disagreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wish me luck, because I'm looking forward to attending PPW's NaNoTryMo celebration party on November 30th, and I'd sure like to be able to report that I met the modest goal I set for myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529128955266044151-5064057938155218962?l=midnightwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I’m also thankful my husband enjoys cooking turkey and making stuffing. I’ve never had my hand in any bird’s “cavity,” but we’ve put a Thanksgiving feast on the table for his family and mine for seventeen years now. Better yet, both sides of the family get along…as long as the conversation doesn’t wander into religion or politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the holiday, I wandered over to &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/"&gt;http://www.history.com/&lt;/a&gt; to check out a few fun facts about Thanksgiving. Here’s the remix of what I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1621 the Plymouth colonists and the Wampanoag Indians shared an autumn harvest feast which is now commonly thought of as the first Thanksgiving. They may have eaten wild turkey but also cod, eel, clams and lobster. They did not eat sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, corn, cranberry sauce or pumpkin pie, as these items were not common at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Franklin thought the turkey would be a better national symbol for the United States than the bald eagle. He thought the turkey was “a much more respectable Bird" and "a true original Native of America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was not the first American president to proclaim a national day for thanksgiving. George Washington, John Adams and James Madison all issued proclamations urging Americans to observe days of thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1863 Lincoln did, however, declare the final Thursday in November as a national day of thanksgiving. But in 1939, Franklin Roosevelt decreed the holiday should always be celebrated on the fourth (instead of the occasional fifth) Thursday of the month in order to extend the holiday shopping season by one week. Great controversy broke out, and it took Congress two years to pass a resolution making the fourth Thursday a legal national holiday. [Some things never change]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota is the top turkey-producing state in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cranberry is one of only three fruits—the others are the blueberry and the Concord grape—that are entirely native to North American soil, according to the Cape Cod Cranberry Grower’s Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three towns in the U.S. take their name from the traditional Thanksgiving bird: Turkey, Texas; Turkey Creek, Louisiana; and Turkey, North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Thanksgiving NFL football game was broadcasted in 1934: the Detroit Lions versus the Chicago Bears at the University of Detroit stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy has appeared as a giant balloon in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade more times than any other character in history. As the Flying Ace, Snoopy made his sixth appearance in the 2006 parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, a great fan of Snoopy the Flying Ace, is celebrating his birthday today on Thanksgiving. [Okay, that’s not on &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/"&gt;http://www.history.com/&lt;/a&gt; but maybe it should be] Happy birthday to my teenager! Love you lots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s your favorite Thanksgiving food, fact, or memory? And Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Gobble, gobble :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529128955266044151-7706703360324333721?l=midnightwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Pretty china teapots and a hand-crocheted tablecloth transformed a meeting room at the public library into a parlor. My friend and fellow author Jan Day generously promoted me on her home turf. And the readers couldn't have been warmer, or more welcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes the contrast with another event earlier in the week all the more jarring. A friend who runs a bookstore has a theory: The number of candy wrappers she spots on the floor always predicts the level of rudeness in the crowd. Let's just say I waded through a sea of wrappers at this earlier event, held in the much more urban setting of South Florida, where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman in the front row smacked and popped her gum so exuberantly, I feared I'd have to stop talking to pick bubblegum-pink flecks off my face. Someone else took a cell phone call in the middle of my presentation. One brazen old gal cut to the front of the signing line, and then kept pushing books at me from her cronies near the back. I was prepared to shove the line-cutter back to her rightful spot when an annoyed cut-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; did it for me. We were lucky, I guess, the police weren't called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are people's manners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just readers. I've also seen plenty of authors behaving badly. One Florida writer I know got drunk at a signing and tumbled off the podium. At the crowded, confusing Miami Book Fair, another author snapped at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fairgoer&lt;/span&gt; who spotted our official-looking table and innocently asked for directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''We're here to sign books, not help you find your way.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could have just pointed out the Book Fair volunteer standing three feet away who could have provided assistance. And how about those panel-hog authors at conventions? On they drone, as eyes glaze over in the audience and their fellow panelists drum their fingers on the table and seethe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people behave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know public venting isn't polite, either. But I have a final rant before I open the floor to  comments. I'm the first to say booksellers deserve a special place in heaven, and I've met some truly wonderful ones in the year since my first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mace Bauer Mystery&lt;/span&gt; came out. Except for the one I met recently who acted like I was too insignificant an author and Midnight Ink was too obscure a publisher for this store to possibly carry my books. When I suggested she might want to see one of our catalogs, she said, ''I'm not bored. I don't have to comb through catalogs and search out new books to sell in my store.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Isn't that your job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough. What's your favorite example of an author, reader or bookseller behaving badly? 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He and I searched my car, the den, our bedroom, and much of the rest of the house before we found his decongestant—in the freezer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And…I published a post on the Midnight Ink blog yesterday when I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; my posting day was the 17th. It was on my calendar and everything as the 17th.  But I posted on the 16th.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wow.  What’s going on?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think one big component to my problem is email and the way I’m processing it.And then what I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; (or not doing) with the important emails afterward--how I'm reminding myself to take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm juggling lots of different types of messages: emails from readers (which I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; getting), emailed requests for interviews, review copies, signed books for charity auctions, blurb requests for upcoming books from other authors,  and emails from the publisher’s publicity person---this is for&lt;strong&gt; the book I'm promoting.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Emails regarding revision requests, emails to obtain blurbs on my upcoming book, submitting lists to publishers regarding review opportunities for ARCs, lining up appearances—this is for &lt;strong&gt;the upcoming book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then, of course, there’s the writing for &lt;strong&gt;the next book&lt;/strong&gt;, which should always be in the hopper.  And some emailing to editors and agent regarding that project.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My email inbox was a disaster area.&lt;/strong&gt;  Chit-chatting stuff alongside mail from my agent.  The three list-servs I’m on had emails all over the place in my inbox.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Enough!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The last couple of days, I’ve been working on imposing method to the madness. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folders for my inbox&lt;/strong&gt;…set up with mail rules upon delivery: listservs in one folder, agent/editor mail in another, interview stuff in another.  I use Gmail for work, which technically doesn’t &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; folders—it has &lt;em&gt;labels&lt;/em&gt;.  But you can label one email several different ways, which is nice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Using my phone for big reminders&lt;/strong&gt;:  My daughter’s parent-teacher conference?  It &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; needed a phone reminder.  I can set up my phone to send me a text or to make an alarm to remind me of something important. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A “Big Picture” calendar&lt;/strong&gt;:  I think one problem I’m facing is that I’m not grasping the relationship between my days.  That sounds nutty, but basically I think that just because something is on my day planner, I’m not really realizing &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; day’s relationship to the &lt;em&gt;current&lt;/em&gt; day.  There’s nothing wrong with using a page-a-day calendar—unless you don’t know what day it is.  Which I, apparently, don’t.  Now I’m using both—the daily one &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the big picture calendar.  I need a sticker with the words “You Are Here” on it to put on today’s date.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starring or flagging important emails:&lt;/strong&gt;  This is something I’ve always done, but it’s worth a mention to those of y’all who don’t and end up with nutty inboxes. In Gmail, you can put a star next to an important email so you can find it later.  In Outlook, you flag it.  You can even choose different colored flags.  Later, you can sort your emails so you &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; see the ones that require action.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As far as putting drugstore items in the freezer?  I haven’t figured out a fix for that one, yet.  I guess I’ll just have to include it in my places to look when I’ve lost something.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529128955266044151-968729798835195270?l=midnightwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Publishers Weekly said Libby's novel, DOUBLEBACK, just out last month, "skillfully juggles disparate threads of bank fraud, extortion, drugs and illegal immigration." Below she writes of the highs and lows of traveling on book tour with Inkspotter &lt;a href="http://www.keithraffel.com/"&gt;Keith Raffel&lt;/a&gt;. You can read &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; side of the story over at the blog of a collective of terrific Chicago crime writers&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;called &lt;a href="http://theoutfitcollective.blogspot.com/2009/11/dispatches-from-road.html"&gt;The Outfit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404588521125701458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77sWHY5OsAw/SwD0oA7Z51I/AAAAAAAAAXI/QU_0MrwNhek/s400/Book+Tour+2009+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Libby and Keith signing at the &lt;a href="http://mystery-bookstore.com/blog/"&gt;Mystery Bookstore &lt;/a&gt;in Los Angeles.  An hour or two after this photo was taken, the two road warriors were cruising up I-5 on their way to Palo Alto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You really get to know someone when you travel with them, and doing half a dozen signings with Keith Raffel in California last week did the trick. Keith &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sWHY5OsAw/SwDwmy01bbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_2ZdAl9fTqw/s1600/cover_smasher_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404584102113668530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sWHY5OsAw/SwDwmy01bbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_2ZdAl9fTqw/s200/cover_smasher_med.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was promoting his second novel, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sWHY5OsAw/SwDwwdpJ0jI/AAAAAAAAAWw/OCRygRN9rTs/s1600/Doublebac_150.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404584268226220594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77sWHY5OsAw/SwDwwdpJ0jI/AAAAAAAAAWw/OCRygRN9rTs/s200/Doublebac_150.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMASHER; I was promoting my sixth novel, DOUBLEBACK. They are very different books, but we were able to make it work by talking about research, our writing processes, and craft. Along the way, I learned more about Keith than he probably wants you to know… but I’m willing to tell the world. So, forthwith, are the Top Ten Things I Learned About Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. “You can take the man out of the Valley, but…” Keith approaches everything like an entrepreneur. Writing a book for him is a team effort that requires a story (plot and characters), a research and development team (himself and readers), a marketing team (agent and publicity mavens), and a distribution arm (publisher). It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Keith has extraordinary children. I was able to meet 3 of his 4 kids, and I was bowled over. Each one is a bright, articulate individual with different talaents. Well done, Teri and Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Teri, Keith’s wife, is a superwoman. She’s able to keep a house with 4 kids running smoothly, is cheerful, funny, considerate, and even-tempered. Most important, she makes time for herself -- she went out walking with her friends in the morning. How does she balance everything? I’m jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sWHY5OsAw/SwDxfB38UsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tSwSFCplqNE/s1600/Book+Tour+2009+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404585068225909442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77sWHY5OsAw/SwDxfB38UsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tSwSFCplqNE/s200/Book+Tour+2009+067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Crime is no stranger to Palo Alto, Keith’s home. A stolen car was abandoned right in front of Keith’s house the night after Halloween. (See photo at left.) Keith was a regular Sherlock Holmes, casing the car (looking for dead bodies and clues to the crime, no doubt) before he called the cops. Turned out to be teenagers on a joyride, much to his chagrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Keith doesn’t use a GPS to get around. He prints out maps from Google or Mapquest, which makes things a little hairy when you’re driving down the freeway at 70 mph and have to check the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Keith writes in a coffee shop but has to wear noise-reducing headphones so he’s not distracted. Bose, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Keith’s son, Harry, is reading &lt;a href="http://www.jamesrollins.com/"&gt;James Rollins&lt;/a&gt;. Which wouldn’t be so unusual except that he’s only 10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keith bought the UK versions of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stieg_Larsson"&gt;Stieg Larsson &lt;/a&gt;books, which means he already owns and has read THE GIRL WHO KICKED THE HORNET”S NEST. But you’ll have to get in line… he already let me borrow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keith likes to skip shaving every once in a while. He likes the scruffy look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keith drinks at least a dozen cups of green tea during the course of his writing sessions. While we were touring, we found out that green tea can put an individual into an altered state. Really. I figure that explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Keith. I had a blast. And I didn’t have to drive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529128955266044151-5420793385589463719?l=midnightwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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This will be exactly 20 years ago December 7th and means that I’ve known him longer than I &lt;em&gt;haven’t&lt;/em&gt; known him.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You’d think there wouldn’t be too many surprises left, but there actually are.  Oh, we have our set-in-stone-patterns most days, but sometimes we shake it up a little.   And I think we’re hitting our midlife crises, so we’ve become somewhat more unpredictable lately (my husband has rediscovered his enjoyment of scuba diving.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But even with some surprises along the way, I can frequently guess what my husband will think, do, or say about a given situation.  He does the same for me.  It’s very comfortable in many ways.  I like the ability to read someone’s mind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With series, you get to know the protagonist similarly well over a series of books and years.  If I met &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_Dalgliesh"&gt;Adam Dalgliesh&lt;/a&gt; in the street, I’m pretty sure I’d recognize him. PD James has made sure of that.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons to write series:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For one thing, I enjoy &lt;strong&gt;reading series&lt;/strong&gt;.  I’m going into a book with some knowledge.  I know the sleuth, I know the sleuth’s personality.  I know the sleuth’s sidekick.  I know some of the internal conflict.  Just bring on the new victim, suspects, and murderer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s&lt;strong&gt; easier&lt;/strong&gt; for me &lt;strong&gt;to write&lt;/strong&gt;.  My setting usually stays the same.  The constants I mentioned above (regarding sleuth and sidekick) are the same.  I even have recurring characters in my books.  I’m starting with a bunch of ‘knowns’ to build on.  When you’re starting with Book One, you’re making &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; up as you go along.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From a purely commercial standpoint, I make &lt;strong&gt;more money writing series&lt;/strong&gt;.  And I’m building up a name for myself (on the bookshelves) in the industry. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Challenges in series writing&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Making sure you don’t bore your returning readers by providing too much &lt;strong&gt;back story&lt;/strong&gt;.  Making sure you don’t confuse your new readers by not providing &lt;em&gt;enough&lt;/em&gt; back story.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some people&lt;strong&gt; don’t enjoy reading series&lt;/strong&gt;, preferring stand-alones and a fresh story each time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not getting &lt;strong&gt;bored with your protagonist&lt;/strong&gt;.  And not boring others with him or her.  Like a marriage, you really get to know your main character.  This can be a good thing….or not.  Try to keep it fresh—either by providing your protagonist with new challenges or new characters to interact with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to check:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your protagonist likeable?&lt;/strong&gt;  If not, is he or she at least interesting to hang out with?  Otherwise your reader might not want to stick around.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your protagonist growing as a character&lt;/strong&gt;?  I think marriages get boring when there’s no growth or change.  Same goes for books.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you a series reader or writer?  If you don’t like reading series, do you enjoy writing them? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529128955266044151-5620419158641069650?l=midnightwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Heck, if you're a writer, you probably have a &lt;em&gt;dozen&lt;/em&gt; WIPs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After you've completed a first draft, and after putting it aside for a suitable &amp;quot;percolation period,&amp;quot; it's time to get busy with the initial round of revisions. (I know many writers edit as they go. If I tried that, I'd never get past the first chapter!) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In other words, it's time to make sausage. &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_qhtoqVWbScQ/Svw5fYIOfuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qtD42twEkjo/s1600-h/sausages%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 15px 0px 0px 15px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="sausages" border="0" alt="sausages" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_qhtoqVWbScQ/Svw5f5U2aQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/cZkz7AnJ7Hs/sausages_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here's a tiny glimpse into the beginning stage of my sausage-making operation. Sometimes I change the order of the steps or omit a few, but eventually I grind and slice and dice and squish everything together into one tasty hunk of novelwurst. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I begin at the computer, where I...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Spell check.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I do this multiple times throughout the process. I don't know about you, but a gremlin lives in my laptop and likes nothing more than to jack with me by adding typos and misspellings when I'm not looking. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Examine/eradicate/change my crutch words.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Using WORD's Find and Replace feature, I search for all the words I typically overuse: that, just, maybe, sometimes, pretty, little, smile, nod, exopthalmos (just seeing if you were still with me), etc. I don't get rid of every instance, but I delete a lot of excess verbiage (especially those pesky &amp;quot;that&amp;quot;s that keep cropping up). Sometimes I also search on &lt;em&gt;-ly&lt;/em&gt; words (&lt;em&gt;bad adverbs! bad!&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Insert/adjust chapter breaks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Some are &amp;quot;cliff-hangers,&amp;quot; some are logical scene endings, and others are based entirely on writer's whim. I re-jigger them so I don't end up with any 2-page chapters or 42-page chapters. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Tidy up transitions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My goal is to get the reader from one scene to the next smoooooothly and (relatively) unconfused. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Pretty-up ugly prose.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tighten, tighten, tighten. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Fill in those ominous XXXs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; While writing the draft, I insert an XXX &amp;quot;placeholder&amp;quot; whenever I need a particular name (person, place, thing) but don't know it. Now is when I actually do the research to fill in the blanks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Work out/refine timeline&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (see earlier &lt;a href="http://alanorloff.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-wrong-with-45-hour-day.html"&gt;post on A Million Blogging Monkeys&lt;/a&gt;). I get a calendar from whatever year/month the story takes place and map out the timeline. This way I can avoid having my characters undertake 36 hours of stuff in a single afternoon--and other embarrassing goofs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What's next? After I complete all of the above (on the computer), I print out the manuscript and do a hardcopy edit. My eye seems to catch different things when I read on paper. (Plus I like scratching stuff out with a big 'ol red pen.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then it's on to read for story flow and character development (I'll leave those details for a future post). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How about you? For those who don't edit as you go, is your process anything like mine, or is it something totally different? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How do you make your sausage?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529128955266044151-9119975402184942600?l=midnightwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Malliet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are occasions we can never forget. The terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, and the assassinations of JFK, RFK, and MLK are among the occasions that come to mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Occasions where you not only remember where you were, you can never &lt;i style=""&gt;forget&lt;/i&gt; where you were, what you were doing, when you heard the news. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But there is a happy occasion that comes to mind, also: the day the Berlin Wall fell, twenty years ago on November 9. The day we woke up, most of us with nothing more pressing on our minds than what to have for breakfast, and saw the amazing images of the collapse of the Berlin Wall. Of people cavorting on top of the much-hated, nearly 100-mile-long concrete edifice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day communism collapsed in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;, seemingly overnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day you’d be shot for trying to cross the border (and many did die trying), the next day a giant Oktoberfest was in progress.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one could believe it. Freedom was as “easy”—and as difficult—as that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The escape attempts, whether successful and unsuccessful, were heartbreaking. How desperate do you have to be to make a break for freedom with your family in a homemade hot air balloon? To spend months digging a secret tunnel, with the hundreds of occasions for betrayal and discovery? To make a mad and almost certainly suicidal dash across the “death strip”? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By coincidence (having forgotten the 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary of this event was upon us) my husband and I visited&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTVLoZxpHOs/Svq4-iKLEWI/AAAAAAAAASY/LQL1ferzwBI/s1600-h/471px-United_States_Department_of_Veterans_Affairs_Veterans_Day_2009_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTVLoZxpHOs/Svq4-iKLEWI/AAAAAAAAASY/LQL1ferzwBI/s200/471px-United_States_Department_of_Veterans_Affairs_Veterans_Day_2009_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402834087445205346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the &lt;a href="http://www.newseum.org/"&gt;Newseum&lt;/a&gt; for the first time last week, where as it turns out, part of the &lt;a href="http://www.newseum.org/exhibits_th/exhibits/about.aspx?item=BWG&amp;amp;style=d"&gt;Berlin Wall&lt;/a&gt; is on exhibit. This, combined with a display of &lt;a href="http://www.newseum.org/exhibits_th/exhibits/about.aspx?item=PPPG&amp;amp;style=d"&gt;Pulitzer Prize-winning photos&lt;/a&gt;, many of atrocities too painful to witness, and the &lt;a href="http://www.newseum.org/exhibits_th/exhibits/about.aspx?item=911G&amp;amp;style=d"&gt;9-11 exhibit&lt;/a&gt; (ditto), provides a powerful one-two-three punch. I would urge everyone visiting &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;D.C.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, to take in the Newseum, but bring a handkerchief. The exhibits are among the most potent reminders of the freedoms it is so easy to take for granted—beginning with that writers’ favorite, the freedom of the press.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My turn at this blog is a day late for Veterans Day, but let this serve as a very small tribute to those whose sacrifices let us live without walls, real or imagined. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volkstrauertag" title="Volkstrauertag"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Berlin&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; wall photo from &lt;a href="http://bbc.co.uk/"&gt;BBC.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529128955266044151-4086493990759171490?l=midnightwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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People who can't afford to buy as many books are checking more of them out of the library. People who have lost their jobs are using library computers and reference materials to search for new jobs. Also, libraries are serving as community centers, providing meeting rooms to organizations and low-cost or free reading or educational programs for children and adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you support your local library and assure the services they provide your community continue? I'll list a few ideas, and I'd like to encourage InkSpot readers to submit more ideas in comments. Libraries everywhere need our help and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Donate used books that you no longer want to your local Friends of the Library organization or to whatever entity at your library runs a used bookstore, with profits going to buy new materials for the library shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If a library tax measure is up for a vote in your community, support it any way you can, with a letter to the editor of your local newspaper, a sign in your yard, a contribution to the campaign, personal e-mails to your friends encouraging them to support the measure, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Include your library or the Friends of the Library organization in your year-end giving plan. Most libraries have an associated nonprofit organization, or are one themselves, to which you can make a tax-deductible donation. Alternatively, if your library has a donation "wish list" of physical items, maybe you have a file cabinet, printer, bean bag chair or some other item that you no longer need and the library could use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Volunteer a few hours a week in your library to shelve books, read to children, decorate a bulletin board, make database entries, or do whatever needs to be done. As library funding shrinks, so does the staffing, and volunteers can help fill some of the gaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Serve on a library committee to plan special events such as local author signing days or an all-city-reads program. And, you can even bake cookies or provide other refreshments for such an event. I serve on the committee for the Pikes Peak Library District's annual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mountain of Authors&lt;/span&gt; program, which aims to connect local authors with potential readers in the community. My connections with fellow local authors are useful in planning programs and inviting speakers. If you're an author, this is an area where you can really contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Another area where a writer can contribute is in encouraging teen writers. If your local library doesn't have a teen writing critique group, start one. If they do, offer to talk to the group about writing or writing business how-tos. I've given presentations to the teen writing group at my library branch about tools for character development, how to write a query letter, markets for teen-written short stories and poetry, and other topics. I find working with enthusiastic teen writers to be a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Avid readers can volunteer to run a book club at your local libraries, possibly focusing on a particular genre or a theme, such as "world travelers" . I've discussed my mystery books with general and mystery-oriented book clubs at various Pikes Peak Library branches, and while some are managed by librarians, others are run by volunteer organizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Join your local Friends of the Library organization and volunteer for their projects, many of which might be included in the above list. Or, serve on the Library Board as a community liaison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you're an author, donate a copy of one of your books to the library and volunteer to put on a reading or discussion program by yourself or with other local authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. USE your library! Get a library card and check out books, movies, and other materials and talk to your friends and neighbors about how useful the library is to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure InkSpot readers can come up with lots of other ways to support your local libraries, so chime in, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529128955266044151-4131289610175743114?l=midnightwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Years ago, my answer would have been, “I’m the Human Resources Director at… or I work in Marketing at …” For seven years, I said, “I’m a stay-at-home mom.” During those years, depending on how exciting my day was, I might also have answered, “I’m the laundry frau.” I doubt many children aspire to be that. I know I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I’ve published my first novel, and I can say, “I’m a writer.” I never said that until I signed my publishing contract. I feared if I did people would ask if my book was finished yet or when it was going to be published and I would feel pressure. Since I wrote for my own entertainment, I didn’t want any pressure. I didn’t want to feel like I was failing in some way when I was so excited about all the words I put on paper. I didn’t want to feel like the woman who says, “We’re trying to have a baby” because, let’s face it, it’s the kind of goal either ultimately achieved—or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I left my family (something I hate to do) to attend Bouchercon for four days and promote &lt;em&gt;For Better, For Murder&lt;/em&gt;. Socializing was different there. Most people could tell from the bookmarks sticking out of my name badge that I was a writer—okay, author. No one started a conversation by asking what I do or about my interests. Readers, librarians, writers, and authors abounded. Popular authors drew crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my last hour of the conference, I realized one of my preferred authors, Harlan Coben, was standing behind me, talking with some readers. When I got home, I checked out his web site and his list of appearances. He spent March in Begium, France, and New York. April in California, Texas, Missouri, Illinois, Massachusetts, New Jersey, D.C., West Virginia, Florida, and Scotland. May in England. My first thought was &lt;em&gt;the man’s an international sensation and a real star&lt;/em&gt;. Then I wondered, &lt;em&gt;did he have to be away from his wife and kids for all that time?&lt;/em&gt; Then I read the statement at the top of his appearance list: “Any requests should be directed to Harlan's publicity people—Harlan does not choose where he goes.” And I thought, &lt;em&gt;are you saying Harlan’s given up control of his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later I read an online story about Kenny Rogers. A man paid him $4 million dollars to sing &lt;em&gt;“The Gambler”&lt;/em&gt; at his birthday party. Who wouldn’t accept that gig? According to the story, Kenny sang it twelve times. When the man asked a thirteenth time, Kenny drew the line. Me, I would have folded after three to four requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would you give up to be an international sensation and a real star? And where would you draw the line? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529128955266044151-7692200873950302949?l=midnightwriters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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