Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Happily Ever After

This week, my mind is on fairy tales.

























That might seem a little bit random, but here's how it happened:
There's a new film version of Little Red Riding Hood that came out recently, which I have not seen (we'll call it a renter for now). It certainly LOOKS great from the previews, but the dialogue sounds atrocious.

That's not really the point though.

So watching the previews for Red Riding Hood reminded me of Angela Carter's story, "The Company of Wolves," which you can read here.  It's one of my all-time favorite fairy tales (or version of a fairy tale).  I actually wrote a paper on it in my Fairy Tales and Folklore class at Berkeley (gotta love that anthropology major) and got an A+ on it, thank you very much.
Turns out there was a film version of it in the 1980s that looks awesome in a totally pre-CGI way (and somehow more creepy for it, if you ask me).
And then, completely randomly (or was it? Maybe my friend Kim is actually psychic...), I got a birthday present in the mail: a book I've never heard of consisting of fairy tales from some of my favorite authors, including Neil Gaiman and John Updike.  The book is called My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me, and I can't wait to read it! Thank you Kim!!
Did I mention the book is dedicated to Angela Carter? Crazy, huh?

This also gave me some great ideas for the book I'm working on now, so I'm very inspired to write today.  Too bad today is also the day Jack decided to cut his nap short by oh, 90 minutes.  He's currently telling me I need to pay attention to him (in Jackanese - you wouldn't understand) so I'm off.

And remember to keep your fingers and toes crossed for John!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

To Tell or Not to Tell, That Is the Question

Last night, my very well-intentioned friend A introduced me at her party as a "writer," the "creative one in our midst." This has happened before, I am sorry to say; in fact, A has actually gone so far as to introduce me as an author, which is the last thing this unpublished novelist wants to be introduced as. You can imagine the questions that follow:
"Oh, are you published?"
or
"Have I read anything you've written?"
My answers?
"No."
or
"Not unless you are an avid reader of Leatherneck Magazine."
Actually, what I usually say is some awkward form of, "Not yet, but I'm trying to get a literary agent," which I fear to the average person who knows nothing of publishing sounds humiliatingly pathetic. Doesn't everyone know some schmo who wants to get a book published? It's not like I can say, "I've been rejected by thirty-some agents, but I've gotten some really great rejections!" and expect them to understand that that's actually a GOOD thing.
So, what do you do? As an unpublished author, do you tell random people you meet that you're a writer or not?
It's tough in my case, because while I was at least a journalist, I am currently nothing. Yes, I'm a stay-at-home mom, which every mother in the history of the universe knows is the hardest job in existence, but even to me that doesn't sound very impressive (especially when you're in a room full of people who work at the Pentagon, or for the CIA, or for the freaking FBI, or in the case of one woman I met last night, as a liaison between Afghani civilians and the U.S. military who has recently returned from 2 years in the Middle East. I just can't compete with this stuff!).
On the drive home, I told John about what had happened, and how while I know it's not a good reason to want to be published, how truly wonderful it would feel to say, "Why yes, I AM a published author. You may have seen my bestselling novel on display at the airport Barnes and Noble." Or at the very least to be able to say, "Not yet, but I just landed an agent who is currently shopping my novel to several editors." Right now, I just feel like a big fat failure, and it stinks!
There may be no truer cliche (at least in my experience) than "When it rains it pours." Two weeks ago I felt like something was happening with my novel, but last week was complete and total radio silence. I even sent out a couple more query letters for good measure, and I just keep reminding myself that Sara Gruen had over 120 agent rejections...
Meanwhile, I am slowly plodding along with BDC, although I never seem to get through more than a paragraph or two without having to research something totally random like ragtime jazz or vintage BMWs. This week the focus will be on John. He has his Foreign Service Orals on Friday, and I don't think either one of us will be able to breathe until Saturday. Hopefully the new raccoon cufflinks I got him from catrabbitplush will prove to be his lucky cufflinks.

Here's hoping for great news this week on all fronts! Good luck honey! I know you can do it!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

My Kindle and Me

Yes, folks, the rumors are true. I've entered into a relationship with a Kindle.
First, let's get one thing straight: it wasn't my idea to get a Kindle. John bought it for me as a birthday gift, and I was more than a little surprised to find it underneath John's rather impressive wrapping job. After all, we'd discussed the Kindle before. I'd voiced my opinion freely: Sure, if I was a business traveler, a Kindle would make a lot of sense. They're light, portable, and on long trips when one might conceivably read more than one book, a Kindle would certainly be a worthwhile investment. But as someone who does most of her reading at home, why on earth would I possibly choose a cold plastic device over a beloved book?
As a writer and long-time lover of books, I was horrified when e-readers first came onto the market. What unforeseen consequences would e-readers have on the publishing industry, bookstores, and the noble book itself? And as an aspiring author, attempting to enter an already crowded and struggling market, what would this mean for my career? As much as I turned my nose up at the e-reader, it quickly became apparent that it was here to stay. When my friend LNRB showed up at dinner one night with her Nook lovingly tucked into a Lily Pulitzer case, I found myself oddly jealous. Presented thusly, it looked surprisingly endearing. It fit so easily into her purse! And it had a pink case! I must have mentioned it to John at some point, because there it was on my birthday, nestled delicately in its humble brown box alongside a power cord and a very thin pamphlet (a positive sign that even the technologically challenged such as myself might be able to manage the device).
Truth be told, I have yet to read anything on my Kindle. The fact of the matter is I'm cheap, and knowing that a book can be mine at the touch of a button is a little frightening. How easy it would be to spend hundreds of dollars on books in just a few short minutes! I took my first baby step and "purchased" a free copy of Madame Bovary, something I've been meaning to read after starting it in Montana over Christmas (I instantly fell in love with Flaubert's description of Charles Bovary's hat). As soon as I finish the other two books I'm working on, I'll start using my Kindle. I've already vowed to download our next book club selection, Sara Gruen's Ape House.
And earlier today, while I was simultaneously showering and conjuring up dialogue for BDC in my head, I started to think of the amazing possibilities of the e-reader. I could insert hyperlinks into the text so readers could view a photo of a Gypsy Vanner:



I could insert music, like Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros' "Home," the working theme song for my book.
The possibilities are endless! And now that I have the cutest Kindle cover ever, it doesn't look quite so cold and gadgety. I may learn to love my Kindle yet!

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Rain, Rain, Go Away!

Today is yet another rainy day, a fitting culmination to a week that had its share of downs and very few ups. Aside from the wedding ring saga (which continues today; the Kirby now smells like dead duck since I used it to suck everything out of the sink OTHER than my ring), there has been a tragedy in the family: the groomers cut off Minky's entire mustache, and Sarah is understandably devastated (she has spent years cultivating Minky's facial hair). The crummy weather today meant no zoo once again, and there has been zero movement on the book front all week. John is obsessing over the Foreign Service Orals on the 18th and I'm clearly obsessed with the book, which means we're all a little high strung here. Aside from Jack, who continues on his merry way unhindered by such worries as future employment and the fulfillment of his hopes and dreams. Enjoy it now, chubs! Enjoy it now!
In brighter news, John did really well at the Seneca Creek Trail Race yesterday. He beat his previous 50k PR by 8 minutes and came in second over all. His time was the third fastest in course history. So yay John!
I also finished my Kindle cover, which I'm happy to say came out pretty cute.

This week I really want to focus on the new book. I think it's the only way to get my mind off the other book, and if by some miracle an agent asks what I'm working on now, it would be nice to say I have more than the current 9 pages completed.
Jack is napping and I have book club at 4, and I still have to work out in between. I've been good about my 20 miles a week but I'm looking forward to getting outside a bit for my runs. I am seriously looking forward to April, when the Foreign Service Exams will be finished and the weather will hopefully be more agreeable. Maybe I'll even have news on my book by then...

Friday, March 4, 2011

Encouraging Words

The ever-fabulous Anne Mini was kind enough to respond to a comment I made on her blog yesterday, and I thought I'd re-post her reply here, just in case some hapless wannabe author in my situation should someday stumble upon this page.

My comment:
"Hi Anne. I have a general question that’s unrelated to this post, but I’m happy to move it if there’s somewhere better to ask!
Here’s my problem: I’ve had four fulls out to agents now, and the reaction I’ve gotten from three of the four is that they really like the book and think I’m a great writer, but they just don’t love it enough to represent it. One even used phrases like “I really loved this story” and “there’s so much to love here” but still rejected it, leaving me more confused then ever. (The fourth agent offered very specific feedback and said I was welcome to resubmit, which I did about a month ago. I’m still waiting to hear from her.) I’m guessing that the only thing to really do at this point is just keep querying, since I haven’t gotten any consistent feedback of what needs fixing. Am I on the right track? I’m getting a little discouraged…
Thanks Anne!"

Anne's response:
"The most recent post was a perfect place to post this, Mara. And my first response to your question is to say: YES, you are definitely on the right track. What you are getting is what are known in the biz as rave rejections, and yes, they are discouraging. They are not intended to be so, however.
For the benefit of those who have not received a rave rejection, it’s a regretful no, accompanied by praise that a writer can’t legitimately use to help promote the book. An agent or editor will take the time to say something nice about the manuscript s/he is rejecting, up to and including that under different circumstances (i.e., if the current literary market favored stories like yours), s/he would have loved to pick up your book. Or that it’s a great book that another agent might well be able to sell, but the rejecter just doesn’t have the connections to do so. Or it isn’t really the type of book s/he represents, but s/he loved it anyway.
In short, a rave rejection is intended to encourage the writer — it’s a standard means of saying, “Hang in there, kid — you have talent.”
Which is not, of course, what the writer usually takes from it. To the writer, rejection is rejection, no matter how it is phrased: a rave rejection may feel nice in the moment, but ultimately, it doesn’t get one closer to being represented.
So you are absolutely right, Mara: the key is to keep querying, rather than to assume that there’s something in the manuscript that needs fixing. (Although it’s exceedingly rare that an agent would list a specific manuscript-based reason for rejecting a manuscript unless s/he wanted you to revise and resubmit.) With this kind of response, you probably just have not yet submitted to the right agent.
I empathize with your frustration, though; agented writers receive rave rejections from editors all the time, and it’s not a problem that tends to generate much sympathy from other writers. (“That agent/editor/reviewer said she loved your book, and you’re complaining?”) Last fall, I received a delightful, thoughtfully-worded rejection from someone who said that my manuscript was the best book she had read in a year — and she still was going to pass on it. Every published writer I know has received this kind of response from time to time. In fact, Heidi Durrow and I talked about it in our recent video interview. It’s trying, but focusing on the I love your manuscript part honestly is the best way to handle it.
So hold your head high and keep pushing forward. And when you start to feel blue, remind yourself that only a tiny fraction of a percent of submitters receive rave rejections. In a perverse way, it’s an honor."

I will certainly try to keep this in mind the next time I get a rejection. Thanks Anne!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Cupcake Wars

Last night, the lovely KL did something truly fabulous and surprised Sarah and me with our very own cupcake taste-off.

It was honestly a dream come true. K ran all over D.C. and picked up 16 cupcakes from 4 of the top bakeries in the area, including my first and forever love, Baked and Wired.
During the chocolate taste-off, there were mixed reviews, with Hello Cupcake getting top marks from both K and myself (sorry, B&W). To everyone's credit, the cupcakes were a day old, so freshness was somewhat hard to judge.
Alas, our fave vegan bakery, Sticky Fingers, didn't fare as well. I think this probably had to do with the cupcakes being a day old and let's face it, with no butter in there, it's hard to counteract the dryness. I have yet to try all of their cupcakes, however, so I am reserving judgment for the future!
The ever-popular Georgetown Cupcake, which I admit has never been my favorite (their cupcakes are just too dang small), did score well in the looks department. Their chocolate ganache cupcake with a sparkly lavender heart certainly won Sarah over, but in the end I need more frosting. More frosting I tell you!

Overall it was a lovely experience, and it did wonders to lift my mood after a swift rejection on the full requested just last week. I now have one outstanding partial and the resubmission, and I hate to pin my hopes on just two agents, so out went another two query letters yesterday afternoon.
The birthday festivities have finally drawn to a close, but I have to say 31 has been a good one (despite the wedding ring down the drain on Sunday night - it was finally retrieved but I'm not proud of some of the things I did in order to prevent a call to the plumber, which I had to make in the end anyhow; let's just say you don't want to know what's in the bottom of your sink). Looking forward to 32, or 8 for us Leap Day babies! I see another '80s party in our future...

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Just 'Cause

Rando Photo

Happy Birthday to Me!


So technically it's not my birthday yet, but as this is not a Leap Year (and therefore I don't actually have a birthday) I feel justified in dragging out my birthday as long as possible. Hence, Kimmy's visit for the weekend, starting Friday and sadly ending tomorrow. We had a fabulous girls night away in Annapolis, staying at the absolutely adorable Chez Amis. It was a momentous occasion as it was my first "real" night away from Jack (not counting the two nights at Sarah's house for our 20-miler and the night before the marathon). Alas, I did not sleep as well as I'd hoped, but it was still great to be able to spend an entire 24 hours sans baby. I was surprised by how much I missed the little bugger.
Along with shopping and eating, we paid a quick visit to the Naval Academy (the photo above is from the church there) and had a delicious dinner at a wine bar (followed by much gallivanting about town and culminating in the best photo ever of Kim and her seamen).
On the writing front, it was a good week. I made it past the first round of the Amazon contest, and I got a request for a full from a new agent. I did also finally get a rejection from the agent who's had the partial since September, but I had pretty much given up on them so it didn't sting as badly as it might have (I was also coming off the request for the full, which helped significantly).
All in all it was a great pre-birthday week and I still have a couple of presents to open. Happy birthday to my brother Aaron and to Sarah, too, of course. I have high hopes for 31!

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Inspiration on a Wednesday Morning


So the car died this morning, but that's completely beside the point. I'm just working on BDC and found this little vintage caravan whilst doing research; isn't she the perfect bit of inspiration for the book?
Photo by Hilary Walker, from the book My Cool Caravan (photo taken from the Guardian website)