Choosing a Cover Artist

 




      Choosing a cover artist for your novel is an important and personal endeavor.

      I was looking for someone who:

* listened to my ideas

* knew the tone of my novel

* could interpret someone's thoughts into a visual representation of their novel

Where was I going to find such a person?





That's when I stumbled upon this cover:

 

 

My friend, and fellow author, Jeff Bauer, went with Babski Creative Studios. It was this impressive cover design that sold me. I've already begun decisions with an artist from the company. My humorous novel about a man who works for a dog food factory is set to release at the end of January. I can not wait to see the design Elizabeth Babski creates for me!

 

 

More information on Jeff Bauer can be found at: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6855956.Jeff_Bauer 

 

Stuck?

 Question: What happens when your storyline flows, but your prose doesn't?

Answer: I close my eyes and type.

If I get bogged down with word choice, it is easier to visualize the scene with my eyes closed. I picture my character and what he/she sees, put my fingers on the home keys, and type. This way the typos, word choice, and the way that the sentences look on the page do not get stop my train of thought. Or rather, my character's train of thought.

The world around us can distract us from our imagination, but our imagination will lead to better realization of the world around us.

In short, just write. None of it may be usuable in your manuscript, but then again, you may find yourself comparing the fostercare system to ungathered seed pods.

My Voice or His

Author George Lasher once told me that I’d be a successful writer when I finally found my voice. Obviously, he wasn’t referring to my volume- which could deafen penguins in Antarctica- or my opinions- which are definitive, endless, and always unsolicited. Not understanding what he meant, I carried on…writing and writing.

                Somewhere along the way, writing transformed from a hobby into something that I felt was achievable. I have explored picture books, chapter books, and comedy. And still, he was right, my dabbling missed something. I began to pray that I would be inspired and that I would improve. I finished writing an adult comedy (my first completed novel) and set out on my second. Eighty pages into that work my perspective changed on life. I stopped asking God for specific things that I wanted and needed. Instead, each day, I simply said, “Let me know your will.”

             As I sat down to write on my story- which I was very much attached to- I distinctly felt that I should cast it aside for this new world that began taking shape in my mind.  And, as my very first act of following His plan for me, I did. Ironically, that is the theme of the book: Having faith to follow God’s plan for you.  Five months later, I am completely finished. I read the final chapter to my writing group last night.

              I look back on what I’ve written. Desiree’s conflicting impulse to push people away and her desire for a forever family. Zach’s determinations to help Gretchen, even if it means defying a god. And, the principles my characters learned along the way, they were mine. As my characters learned eternal truths, so did I. Yes, I look back on this story and see my voice. That foster child who struggled for love but fought it at every turn. The one whose past could never stay buried. That teenager who was taught the truth, but refused to act on their knowledge. The one that took the long road to find the light. These are my stories embedded within the pages of a science-fiction, young adult novel. Within it is my voice. But, more importantly, there’s His voice, too.

             I’d ask you to wish me luck in finding an agent, but then I remember.

Houston Writer's Conference

     Since I am paid in "family moments"--- you know those magical fiveseconds of a day where your kids tell you your the best mom ever because you picked green beans out from the garden together or you've agreed to let them help make pancakes---two-hundred and fifty dollars for a writing conference is a lot of money. But, wow, was this conference worth it!
   Honestly, I'm expecting to be bored senseless with alot of lectures, like I was back in college. (Not talking about your class Sissy.) It turned out to be quiet the opposite.
  The energy level of the presenters at the conference was amazing. I took the young adult track, for the most part. All of my speakers were practically doing song and dance numbers like they were from Gypsy. I kept picturing them breaking out into song and singing, "Let me, entertain you. Let me, make you smile!" I kid you not when I tell you one of the presenters put on fairy wings!
   One of my favorite quotes from the conference was from Elaine Scott, an author published 40 times over. She said, "Write as if they will confiscate your computer on Friday." I love that. I was really bummed the email address she gave me didn't work. If anyone knows her email address, I wanted to shoot her a note about how I loved her lecture.
  Besides talented, experienced writers giving us advice on what to do and not to do, there were many agents there.  I was able to interview with four of them. I was surprised by how friendly, nurturing, and helpful the agents I spoke with were.  Granted, during the first interview I was crazy nervous...but as the energy of the conference rubbed off on me...I was on a roll. The best feeling happened in one of my interviews. When the agent was listening to my pitch, I could really tell they were really appreciating the uniqueness and humor of the story and characters. It felt great to have an agent appear to take a genuine interest in my story.  Crossing my fingers  the agent I felt a connection to works out!

Messages to Mommy

I grew up having lots of pen pals. I loved writing letters to old friends (moved alot as a kid), people that we met on vacation (I could befriend anyone), former camp mates (Especially For Youth at BYU), or just plain strangers (other kids met in AOL chat rooms). However, my favorite all time pen pal was my sister, who was one year older than me- not to be confused with the one three years older who wrote me once (shame shame shame.)

Most people don't even like their sisters, let alone write them. But, most people live with their sisters, too. I, however, was a foster kid, and me and my sisters had been separated from each other since I was nine years old - not in different homes in the same city either- think me in Florida and them in Oregon, Texas, or Virginia. So, when you can only see your sisters for two weeks, every two years...you must write (no such thing as cell phones then and long distance bills were very expensive).

So, when my seven year old daughter, Gwendolynn, could pick anyone she wanted to be pen pals with- It was adorable that she choose me. For the last four weeks she writes me a letter in a notebook, then waits for me to read it and respond. Then, she secretly writes back. Though half of what she writes I can't make out, because she is still developing her writing and spelling skills, I adore her weekly messages to mommy.

Idea for Book Three

As soon as we get home from school each day, Gwendolynn and Madeline start flinging dead trees at me- and there must be at least thirty dead trees in each of their backpacks. “Sign this.” Fling. “Read this.” Fling. “Look at this.” Fling. I ask for a neat, orderly pile every day, but before you know it, the kitchen counters and the kitchen tiles- where many of the papers have flittered to- are littered in a mix of both girls’ papers. I am left sitting on the kitchen floor, drowning in confetti of dead trees as my darling girls have moved on to the cartoon channel.

This Thursday was no different. After spending ten minutes (still in my dress and heels sitting on the kitchen floor) sorting between the “trash” pile and the “sign” piles, I sign the planners and the conduct folders. Anything that does not look like a required signature goes in the trash pile.

After I make Rice Pilaf and chicken, we say the prayer and eat dinner together at the table- hubby  has wandered in when I was cooking.

After dinner, the girls and I are hanging out in the playroom together. Madeline is asking me about the student council form and if I signed it. I have no clue what she is talking about. Madeline disappears and returns with a form that she has fished out of the trash. I vaguely recall the form- ok so I do not recall it all- but here she is dusting pilaf off it.

Madeline, nine, informs me that she wants to run for student council. I am thinking why, when I remember that I was in student council for third through sixth grade, as well. She is very excited to show me a crumbled piece of paper (poor trees) with her speech on it. It basically says that she promises to show up, said four different ways in four different sentences. “Do you want me to help you with your speech?” I ask, because you know mommy’s do not have any of thing else to do (cough). Actually, I took one look at the paper and thought- she is differently going to lose if she uses that speech. So, I ask her a bunch of leading questions to help her create her OWN speech. All the while, I am cringing at the idea of having to make cupcakes for her campaign. Jason informs us that Obama – which is a joke in the family- has banned parents from bringing cupcakes to schools. “Darn, you will just have to win on your smile,” I tell her. Then, she smiles real big revealing her extremely crooked teeth and says with a bit of princess vanity (no clue where she gets that), “Awesome. I have the cutest smile!”

Well, if she makes the Student Council, this very well might be….(wait for it)…Book Three, Sisters of Sugar Land, Vote for Katelyn.

The Waiting Game

I am NOT a good waiter. I'm impatient. I would define myself as a "NOW"er. I think of something, I do it. I want it, (if I can afford it) I get it. An idea pops in my head, I do it now... I don't wait until there is time, I drop everything and do it. So, being a "NOW"er is not very compatible in this writing world. A week has gone by since I sent my manuscripts off and boy does it feel like months have passed. So, meanwhile, do I continue on the series, work on something else, or just wait? All of the above? Thank goodness I have these three girls to occupy me or I would go nutty!