Monday, June 15, 2020

Daughter of the Marmaros is out now!



Yay!


I'm so relieved.


I've spent far too long dreading and fussing over it. Now that the book is out, newsletters come out the 22nd, ads are rolling...it's done.

I really worked myself into a fit about it. The Novella Series is the first I've ever had sole control over as a writer.

In my mind, self-publishing is a different sort of writing career. It requires a sense of business and accountability that a traditionally published author doesn't deal with. Not to say that traditional publishing doesn't come with its own oceans to navigate, but they are two totally separate paths in the same industry.

I didn't think I had the capacity to do what so many indie authors do. I read, youtubed, podcast, and researched for the better part of the last six months and still found myself scrambling.

So, in this series, the novellas are about love. Romance, love for children, love for a town, wanting love, and having it be something different than we expect.


The next novella series will be a much darker group of stories. It will probably appeal more to those who enjoyed The Stink.

Being a writer who can't pick a genre isn't great for traditional or indie publishing, but it's what I do. It's hard to love horror if you don't have an equal love for humor. The badest bad characters are always played by the nicest people for a reason. There is a duplicity humans, and I just want to poke at it.

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Black Lives Matter - The experience of a white protester


Last night I attended the Black Lives Matter protest in my home town. It was hosted by five women who managed to arrange everything in about two days. Their Facebook Page can be found here.

I arrived an hour early to assess the situation beforehand. Given how many of these protests erupt in violence, I was concerned for my own safety. Before I left, I had to explain to my 7-year-old daughter where I was going and she cried, begging me not to go. I promised her everything would be fine, I wanted to keep my promise.

Auburn's streets are old and narrow, townhall is sandwiched between new construction and old, with awkward roads that confuse even the locals. As a SWAT Tank drove by protestors while staring us down, I decided I couldn't leave even if things did go wrong. I saw the cops surround the area and thought, I'm sorry, Lily.

The new apartments give heights to the radically changing downtown. The Sound Transit train station has been a game-changer for what was once just a suburb for Seattle commuters and Boeing employees. Everything was boarded up to prevent looters with the exception of a few strategic areas where police watched us. Garbage cans were removed. A town shuttered in fear of its own inhabitants.

I'd like to point out there has been looting in Auburn, however, the looters have often come from other cities. They leave a trail as they go and law enforcement has been tracking them. They know the looters are a separate entity, yet the mental link between protestors and looters remains synonymous.

The coordinators started the protest, emphasizing that it was a peaceful protest. They carefully outlined the agenda of the protest. We would walk from town hall to the police station and back again. This proved to be a much harder feat than anyone imagined as there were nearly a thousand people in attendance.

The Muckleshoot tribe came and shared their music and grieved for their own people lost. Missing and killed indigenous women are seldom talked about, but it happens far more often than white people realize.

I don't like the term 'woke' but I thought that I knew that I had no idea how Black and Brown people were treated. I thought that in my ignorance, it meant that I knew more than most. Still, in my mind, it was a distant thing. I live in a liberal state. The local police were not like those other racist places.

I.Was.Wrong.

The Mayor, Nancy Backus, appeared in the back escorted by two police officers. She made a speech that was celebrated among protestors, but when the families of those who were killed in my own town showed up, everything changed.

I didn't realize there were several people in Auburn who were killed without cause. That Auburn police were under investigation for them. When a woman stood up and detailed her own experience, stricken with a trauma that brought protestors to tears, the police officers remained cold and removed.

The woman invited the chief of police and the mayor forward to take accountability and bridge that gap between the people and the police, but they refused. When she pointed out that the mayor had seen the dashcam of her arrest without her consent, the Mayor shook her head and left a few minutes later.

It was a tense moment. The crowd was angry with the way the police behaved, but the coordinators kept things moving to prevent any chance of riots.

Not all cops are racist. We all know that. Obviously. However, there is something toxic in police culture that perpetuates protecting each other even when it's wrong to do so. There is a fine line that police must walk, and we all understand that. Somewhere between protecting others and each other, and racial bias and lack of de-escalation training, police officers are often left making these distinctions in a fog.

This protest was about raising awareness of this toxic culture in our own town and inviting police to reunite with the civilians. They had an opportunity to make a show of solidarity and refused in a bid for power and authority.

We walked with white people on the outside and Black and Brown, elderly and children in the middle. I'm here to tell you that Black people did not care where they walked. It didn't matter to them because they just figured they were a walking target anyway. When I first showed up in advance, I noted that everyone was white. I had some concerns that this would be the march of white saviors, but eventually, Black and Brown people rolled in.

Another thing I noticed while walking to the police station, were the police. All of them were white men. They were joined by the all-white SWAT, the all-white military. This only occurred to me as I drove home to discover that every cop (there were a lot) I passed on the way home was ethnic. They sent all the minority cops out to patrol while white men took on the protest. A bizarre power move that further confirmed just how tone-deaf Auburn police really is.

The streets were blocked off by police, which was normal to some extent if you ignored just how many police were waiting in the back alleys and smaller streets. There had to have been at least a hundred police officers if not more, fully equipped in riot gear.

I've been to a few protests. I showed up for immigration rights and for LGBTQ+, where there were a few police scattered around the vicinity. This was totally different. They came ready to fight. The tension mounted as we walked to the police station where fifty+ police waited for us with barricades. They were on the roof and in the windows. It was surreal. Between the barricades and the buildings, we had walked ourselves into a trap. If things went wrong, there was no way out.

The leaders of the protest approached police waiting outside the station. They talked about how while not all police are bad, there are some in Auburn that are not being held accountable. She invited them to kneel with the protesters and they refused.

Again, the Auburn police confused the plea for accountability and solidarity with questioning their right for authority. People were sad and hurt that the police refused for the second time, a chance to reconnect with the community. We kneeled and chanted for several minutes before the coordinators asked us to go back to town hall.

There was a little bit of confusion at this rate because we couldn't really hear what she was saying. The mic cut out and people near the front were not leaving, so the crowd in the back wasn't moving. This was probably interpreted as something more insidious, but it was really just a big boat trying to turn in a narrow channel. Peacekeepers in the back started telling people to leave, so most of us did.

A few remained at the front, but they were no longer with the protest. They were joined by people awaiting a spectacle, that I'm happy to report never came. The entire evening was successful and totally non-violent. I saw a few people that were more riled up than others, but they were quickly kept in check by others. We walked away. We proved the excessive show of police was unwarranted.

I walked away from this event with a further confirmation that our current system perpetuates racism. It's not a racist cop or a few cops on a power trip. This is a system set up to pit police against people, and this system has Black and Brown people set up for failure. It forces police who want to be the force of good to choose between loyalty and justice.

This system has failed. We need accountability for our police. Independent from the force and dedicated to keeping people safe in the justice system and on the streets. We need more de-escalation training. It has been proven effective in multiple cities. We need to bridge that gap between police and people. We have a lot of work to do.

Update: 6/4/2020

I had a conversation with the Mayor of the city. We talked about the significance of taking a knee with the protestors. While some officers did kneel, it was not visible to the crowd. She agreed that more needs to be done in terms of outreach with the community.

I learned that prior to the event, someone outside of the protest put garbage cans full of rocks, broken bricks, and chains around the area in hopes that they would be used by the protesters. The police numbers swelled in response to that as well as the fact that the Hospital was nearby.







Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Behind the scenes



The Novella Series is something I've been working diligently on for the summer. Currently, there are four for this series that are lined up. I will eventually make them into a box set in the future.

People always ask me "What are you writing now?" and it's a struggle to answer because I am doing multiple things at once. It's a chain process where one links to another and I work in tandem with other people's schedules as well as my own deadlines.

So what does that look like exactly?

This is my process:

Concept development for Story #1

I have a rough concept on hand that has been sitting in my think tank. I get these from dreams, from random thoughts, inspiration has yet to be a bottleneck for me. My reservoir grows faster than I can currently write.

I turn this into an outline using The Hero's Journey along with a character plot arc. This is my current favorite for the novellas.




So, once the outline is complete, I move on to Draft Story #1

Now, you'll see a lot of writers talk about "Pantsing" or "Plotting". Every writer is different. Some make it up as they go along from start to finish. Some, like to create detailed outlines. Others do something in between.

I started out as a panster, but over time I looked at my own writing and found that I tend to have a low word count. I am not a writer full of prose and wisdom or flowery description even when there needs to be some. I found that having an outline gave me a word count to aim for. If I'm short on words for a chapter, it probably means I'm missing some details that readers want.

As Holly Black once said, "You either outline, or your first draft is the outline."

I tend to agree with her. Outlining helps me write a first draft that I don't want to light on fire when it comes time to revise.

However, if you are a writer who tends to overwrite, you may want to try pantsing.

Okay, so Draft Story #1 is complete. It probably took two weeks to a month. Draft Story #1 then goes to my Developmental Editor.

A developmental editor goes through and points out the flaws in the story, characterization, they give feedback on what the story needs more or less of. You do need to hire a developmental editor if you can find a few good critique partners, but since I am doing Novellas, on a time-sensitive schedule, and I need consistent quality feedback, this is what I do.

If you can afford to be patient, a good critique partner can save you a lot of money in the long run. This is not to be confused with a Beta Reader. Those are readers for the finished product.

Ok, so with Draft #1 in the Developmental Editor's hands, we go on to Outline for Story #2. Which is the same as Story #1. I do an outline and the draft for Book #2

While this is going, it's important to note that I am also working on Book Covers, my Newsletter, and researching Keywords for advertising. I spend downtime on reading, researching, and learning more skills to better my writing.

Somewhere in there, the developmental editor sends me feedback for Book Draft #1. Then give her Book Draft #2 for a developmental edit.

Developmental Edits: What to expect.

Usually, a developmental edit comes with an editorial letter along with in-line comments in the draft itself.

I like to take the time to read the editorial letter first and let it digest for a few days. Once I go back to it, I reread it, break it down, and sometimes I even take notes to help me further before going into the line-edit.

This process takes the longest. Draft #2 will be returned and collecting dust because this is where I take my time and make the story.

Draft #1 is has been edited after several weeks to a month. I could edit Draft #2, but my brain is mush. Draft #1 now goes to a Line Editor.

A Line-Edit is when an editor goes through line by line and fine-tunes the story on a readability level. This process also takes a long time because it's so labor-intensive. For a novella, it can take up to 4-6 weeks.

So I take this time to restart my creative juices and Outline and Draft Story #3.

The juggling continues...

Draft #3 is created, goes to the developmental editor and I now begin revisions of Draft Story #2.

When Draft Story #1 has returned, there isn't as much work for me to do. I accept changes and comb over the manuscript for errors or typos. As a writer, you can't expect to catch all of these. You're eyes just glaze over. The Reading Out Loud feature on Microsoft Word helps a lot. Draft Story #1 now goes through proofreading, which takes a few weeks.

For folks counting at home.

Story #1 has gone through the proofreading stage. There have been 4.5 versions of the story counting the outline. By now there is a cover, a blurb, it is up on Amazon, I have sent out newsletters, and researched keywords.

Story #2 has been outlined, written, developed, and is now off to the line editor. I'm probably getting the cover lined up.

Story #3 Is just returning from the developmental edit, but I'm not going to touch it yet because...

Story #4 is being drafted.

So, that's it, that's my process. I'm working on developmental revisions for Story #3 and Story #4 is off to the developmental editor. Story #2 is with the line editor and should be back any day now.

Pretty fun right?





Saturday, May 23, 2020

Harry Potter and the Potty Chair



My husband is determined to read Harry Potter to our kids. I fully support this idea since they are 5 and 7, reading is imperative to their development.

It's also a way to relive the nostalgia of a book that captured our imaginations. Surely, our children will find the story about The Boy Who Lived to be as awesome as we did, right?

Okay, so we jumped the gun a little.

When my daughter was two, my husband would try to read with her in the rocking chair before bed. After being assaulted repeatedly, he decided to put her in her crib where he could read to her from a safe distance.

A toddler's rage is not to be trifled with. I could hear her screaming at him from the other side of the house. When I checked in to see if they were okay, he was often being pelted with toys, she was throwing all her blankies out of the crib, and getting ready to launch her diaper with her famous left arm.

At least I wasn't the only one who had to dodge the dirty diapers being thrown.

So, she hated this nighttime reading.

After some discussion, we decided she just wasn't ready for Wizarding school and went with small baby books with pictures. She hated them too, but no one got toy blocks to the head and she stopped trying to chew her way through the crib handles.

It's important to remember that at this time, my daughter had a severe speech delay and much of her frustration may have been because she was effectively mute. The following year she started speech therapy, but there was still a lot of screaming for the next few years.

With the speech delay heavy on his mind, dad was determined to speak a lot around her in hopes that she would try too. So once again, he picked up Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone, but this time, he only read it for a few minutes at a time while on the potty chair.

You can guess how Lilith, slayer of hearts, and ruler of the calendar felt about this.

There was more screaming. She would flee the bathroom to promptly piss on the floor. So, we decided she just wasn't ready for potty training, no big deal.

In hindsight, maybe if we tried potty training without reading to her, she may have been just fine.

At some point, Lilith found the book out of the seventy-five books on my shelf, she found it, and that morning we came out to find the living room covered in pages of our book. There would be no more reading Harry Potter to her.

Fast Forward to last night...

She is now 7 and dad has started up his Harry Potter machine again, only this time it's an eBook. We never replaced the copy she destroyed, I guess.

I could hear her in her room asking, "Are we done reading now?"

It seems some things do not change.

Friday, May 22, 2020

The Newsletter is out!

I've upgraded to fancy pants author and started sending newsletters.

Don't get used to it, I won't be doing it all the time.

But...There are some free books and whatnot.


Check it out:
https://mailchi.mp/aa6a7a941000/books-and-more-books

And apologies, MailChimp cut off the last bit of the bottom link.

Here is the link in full https://storyoriginapp.com/swaps/7d4a01d4-9c48-11ea-8417-c367bd2340f4

Sunday, May 17, 2020

A Soul Reclaimed on Story Origin

If you haven't read it yet, the first few chapters of A Soul Reclaimed are available for free at Story Origin!

https://storyoriginapp.com/giveaways/a091dd64-98a2-11ea-9422-93429fc1fd94

So, as I mentioned in the previous post that I am releasing a series of Novellas this summer. In order to reach more people, I am promoting and expanding my newsletter!

For writers, Story Origin is something that comes up a lot in the self-publishing networks. It allows you to integrate your email for newsletters, build reader magnets, find reviewers, and do cross-promotion with other authors.

Super interested in seeing how this plays out as I am self-publishing my novellas.

It's exciting but also nerve-wracking at the same time. So much to do, so much to think about...Hat's off to the self-publishing authors because this is a lot of work!

The writing industry can be frustrating because it's so slow but when things do happen, they happen faster than an author can cope with. Novellas are not really in the realm of traditional publishing, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to try it out.

The series I'm releasing range from fantasy on other worlds to modern-day settings with a few magical elements. In the time of Covid-19, I want to write funny, sweet, romantic stories. Love changes many of my characters in profound ways.

And as excited as I am to talk about Daughter of the Marmaros, I can't wait to tell you about the others!

Anywhoo, enjoy

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

The Novella Series



Due to Covid-19 (I'm sure you're all tired of hearing that phrase) the publisher of my A Soul series is experiencing some delays.

We are working on the contract for the sequel to A Soul Reclaimed, but these things can sometimes go slower than we'd like.

Until then, I am releasing a series of stand-alone novellas.

The first in the collection is slated for July 15th.

I'm beyond proud to introduce Daughter of the Marmaros!


Bernadette is the last resort for the survival of her race.

Torn between duty to her people and the desire for a strange man lurking in the jungle, Bernadette flees the safety of the Marmaros, where six little jungle boys come to her aid.

The deeper into the jungle she goes, the more Bernadette learns about herself and the people who ruled her with a marble fist for so long.

Join Bernadette as she embarks on an adventure of a lifetime!