Showing posts with label Somewhat Writing Related. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Somewhat Writing Related. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

A New Beginning

As you may remember, I recently finished a baby blanket for a friend.  Since that turned out so well, I considered crocheting another afghan.  After glancing through many a pattern book and discussing colors with the recipient of said blanket, I finally decided on a design and took myself out to get the yarn.

Then, the real fun began.

Did you hear a bit of sarcasm in that last sentence?  Rest assured, you are not misreading me.  While I love to crochet (it gives me something to do while watching TV or talking on the phone), I absolutely abhor starting anything with a needle and yarn. 

There's just something unsettling about going through that first chain.  I often find myself hunkered over the yarn, needle clenched tightly between my fingers as I count out each individual chain I make like losing count would be a catastrophe of epic proportions, on par with worldwide famine or a nuclear holocaust.

So, as I sat in my chair last night counting chains like my life depended on it, I got to thinking about how these feelings correlated to my writing.  (Isn't that always the case with us writers? We can turn anything into a metaphor relating to our process. I can admit it.)

Anywho...

I find that I have the same reaction to starting a new work in progress.  I get the idea.  I get excited about executing said idea.  Then, the brakes get applied, and I starting mulling things over.  I pull out my handy-dandy notecards and do a rough outline on my corkboard.  I pour over my story "pattern" until I'm happy with what I've got.  Then, I figure out "color" (i.e. characters, settings, pets, and pet peeves). 

Only after all that is decided do I actually sit down to do the work, at which point I transform into that hunchbacked lady who's strapped to a chair in a sweatshop in some third-world nation getting paid pennies a month for working 20 hour days stitching tennis shoes together.  Madness, I tell you.  Sheer and utter madness!!!

Er...what was I talking about again?  Oh yes.  Beginnings.  They kill...at least the good ones do.  And, that is great.  Because once we've gotten through the snarly, terrifying insanity that is the beginning, we get to slide on through the middle and then torture ourselves with the end.  But, hey!  That's a different post for a different day.  This one's about beginnings.

So, how are yours?  Good, bad, or ugly?  Do you find yourself beating your head against your keyboard, or are you like me and end up cowering under your desk praying for someone to save you?  Please don't tell me you're one of those people who excels at them, or I may have to hurt you.  I kid.  I kid.  That's what my minions are for ;)

Friday, November 4, 2011

Friday Five: You Think You Know, But You Have NO Idea

Have you ever had one of those moments when you're tap-tap-tapping away at your keyboard, content to let the words, thoughts, and actions of your characters flow out onto the page computer screen in a haphazard feeding frenzy of plot? 

You don't care that you keep typing in your where a you're should be, or even that your flying fingers are popping in a me when you really mean my, thus making your MC sound like a leprechaun who's "lost me lucky charms".  You just know that you HAVE to get the words out.  You simply must slap this scene into existence or risk losing it forever to the evil trolls who snack on plot twists while villainous laughter echoes throughout the cavern of your mind.  MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Wait? You don't have evil trolls?  It's just me? Aw, dammit! I did NOT want to hear that, minions.

Then, buckle up for this Friday Five list, folks, as I'm going to clue you into a few things regarding my newest Shiny New Idea turned Work in Progress, HATE CRIME, which is a YA mystery that I'm so freaking in love with right now, it's not even funny.  Seriously.

Five Surprises From My Characters

  1. Matt is gay.  I didn't know this little tidbit about my MC when the idea for this story first came to me.  I didn't know it when I did the character development, and it sure as hell wasn't common knowledge when I started outlining (why yes, I am one of those outlining freaks).  Matt didn't deign it necessary to clue me in on this fact until I was writing out the first chapter, and a niggling little voice in the back of my head kept telling me that there was something important that I was overlooking.  So, said to him, "Dude, is there something going on with you and Alex that I don't know about?"  To which he replied, "Yeah, we've been together for a couple years now. Everyone knows this. It's no big deal."  Well, of course not, but thanks for telling me.  Limey bastard!
  2. The killer's identity.  I'm usually a good detective and can figure out who the killer is within the first few chapters.  So, imagine my surprise when earlier this week, I realized the killer is actually the last person I would've suspected.  Wow, Karla.  Well, played there.
  3. Lila is really me.  Um...yeah.  I didn't realize how eerily alike Lila and I really are until my best beta buddy (who is supercool enough to let me send her chapters as I write them) pointed this fact out.  Take away the facial piercings, the blue hair, and the ability to play the drums, and this is me in high school.  Did. Not. See. That. Coming.
  4. John Locke (Matt's Dad) is not so bad a guy after all.  When the idea first came to me, John was this terrible, absentee father, but now...well, he's not only growing on me, but I'm kind of rooting for him and Matt to reconcile.  The question now is: Will they?  My characters haven't given me an answer regarding this as of yet.
  5. The reason Alex's eyes are so brilliantly green is because he's one jealous bitch.  Peeps, I did not know this about Matt's boyfriend until about 10K in, but it definitely falls in line with his character.  And, let's just say that jealousy he exhibits on a regular basis leads to all kinds of trouble between the two boys.  I'm just saying.
So, there you have it, friends.  Now, you tell me.  Have your characters ever done an about-face on you, leaving you scrambling to maintain control in a world rife with chaos?  Or am I the only one?  I really hope not.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Excuses, Excuses...

They're like noses.  Everyone's got one.  Some of us have really, really big ones.  I'm just saying.

So, what are my excuses, you might ask?  Well, let me tell you...I don't really have any.  Which is sad.  Because I need to figure some out, and NOW.

You see, friends.  I'm really behind on, oh about, a million or so things.  Here's my list.  WARNING: Take a deep breath before reading it, because it will wear a girl out.  Again.  I'm just saying.

  1. Write not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR reviews of ARCS that I finished reading last month.  I also, just finished reading another ARC last night, so I guess that makes FIVE reviews now.  Wow, Karla way to drop the ball there.
  2. Finish up TWO beta reads I promised to return to the writers LAST weekend.  Yep, that's me, making promises that I don't deliver on.  Many, many apologies to the lovely writer friends who still haven't received their critiques from me.  You know who you are.  Please don't be too mad.
  3. Work on my bright and oh so shiny YA mystery novel.  These characters are just a chattering away at me, which I LOVE LOVE LOVE.  Now, if only I could just sit my tush down at the computer and not get distracted by Twitter and blog stalking people.
  4. Meet up with my cuz who just moved down to the Seventh Circle of Hell.  Apparently, he got the idea that this is the place to live.  Who would've guessed that?  Not that I'm complaining because, hey it's family.  Yay for family!
  5. According to fellow blogger Tray-Tray, I've turned into a bit of a Negative Nancy lately.  Why yes, I have complained about the post office via the Twitter, and yes, I have been known to quote not-so-happy song lyrics, but Tracey, I swear I'm not a Negative Nancy.  Clearly, she doesn't believe me, so I must work on showing (and not telling her...yeah, I couldn't resist throwing in that writerly type advice) her that she's wrong.
So, folks.  Which should I tackle first?  Also, do you have any good excuses I can use when apologizing up down and sideways to all the people affected by my procrastination lately?  Do you think they'll believe that I'm the victim of a genetics-enhancing experiment gone terribly wrong?  Or maybe it's a government conspiracy?  Yeah, I may or may not have been reading too much Dean Koontz type-books lately. 

Friday, February 11, 2011

This Friday Five Brought to You by the Letter W

Writing, that is.  As we all know (I hope) by now, I am a writer.  Not published, but still a writer.  Anywho, I see a lot of my fellow bloggers and twitterati lamenting things such as Writer's Block, the special hell that is Revision, and of course, the never-ending, oft-times frustrating Query-Go-Round. 

Which brings me to this week's Friday Five topic:

Five Writing-Related Sites that I Frequent

  • Allison Brennan.  If you have not exposed yourself (hehehe. exposed yourself hehehe) to this amazing woman's writing yet, you must go out an get...well, any one of her books.  My faves are the Kincaid books (i.e. SPEAK NO EVIL, SEE NO EVIL, FEAR NO EVIL, LOVE ME TO DEATH and the soon-to-be-released KISS ME KILL ME)  Really, I love all her books.  They're chock full of suspense, killing sprees and the ensuing manhunt involved, and of course, a heaping side of romance.  Plus, Allison is big into giving all sorts of advice on the writing and querying process.  It doesn't matter what genre you write in, her words of wisdom shall help you through it.  I know it has for me.
  • Nathan Bransford.  I know. I know.  He's no-longer super agent to the masses, but he still blogs about all the great stuff we've come to expect from him, including contests where the winning peep gets query/manuscript critiques from other uber-agents, query advice, page critiques, and his weekly 'This Week In Publishing' posts.  If you don't know him, well, you must be living under a rock. I'm just saying.
  • Confessions from Suite 500.  This site is maintained primarily by Suzie Townsend, Meredith Barnes, and Joanna Volpe.  Each visit is a new and exciting experience filled with book reviews, agenty advice, cute dog pics, contests, and news about much-anticipated upcoming releases.  DIVERGENT or INVINCIBLE SUMMER anyone?  Yeah, I know.  I can't wait for either of them, myself.  Hint. Hint...if anyone has an ARC, I'd love to review it.  If not...*shrugs* I'll just have to wait like everyone else. *sigh*
  • Crazy Writer Girl.  I love Alyson.  A new intern for Pande Literary, she is pure AWESOMESAUCE.  She's always offering little tidbits of advice regarding querying as well as putting up frequently posts that help take the mystery out of the whole "What do Agents want?" question we writers keep beating ourselves up with.  Check her out, people!
  • Query Shark.  Need some query help? Brave enough to dive into the deep dark depths of this sharkly creature's preferred swimming ground?  Then, hop on over and take a swim.  If you're a little nervous about jumping in the deep end, just throw on some water wings, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and leap.  You'll be glad you did.
Okay, minions.  Before you all high-tail it over to any of these fantabulous sites, scroll down for the WINNER of last week's Friday Five contest.

wait for it....

wait for it...



ANGELICA R. JACKSON!!!!!

Angelica, email me at lastword0524(at)yahoo(dot)com to claim your prize. 

For all those of you who entered but didn't win, don't be sad.  I will have more contests coming up.  Those of you who didn't enter and didn't win, well, you have to enter.  Duh. 

That's it for me this week, folks.  Karla/Karlie/LastWord0524 over and out.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The Agony and the Ecstacy that is Third Person...

As many of you might have guessed by now, I am a devout follower of the First Person Past Writing Movement. 

There's just something about placing myself in my MC's shoes and walking a mile...or several dozen.  In this format, I--and by association, my readers (all four of you)--get to experience, first hand, every little ache, pain, joy, and sorrow that my main character does.  For me, it's the emotional upheaval, the wonder, the tragedy, the love, and the death that I get to not just read about but participate in that is the real attraction that first person perspective holds. 

Why read as an outsider looking in when you can actually be in that one person's shoes?  I mean, come on, people.  If I wanted to peek in on people, I could just go look in my neighbors' windows.  :)  Okay, I'm kidding...maybe ;)

But, this all changed a couple months ago when Kelly Breakey emailed me with a fun little proposition.  No, not that kind of proposition.  Get your mind out of the gutters, people!  In all seriousness(I know. I know.  When am I ever serious, right?) Kelly proposed that we start a Round-Robin writing experiment that we now affectionately refer to as FUN AND GAMES WITH K & K.  I agreed instantly, and then we spent the next couple of weeks hammering out details....like character names and background info, genre, and the rules and regulations that would govern our little shindig.

And, it ended up in third person.  EEK!!

Scared and more than a little irritated** that Kelly would do this to me even AFTER I spent an entire email monologuing on the virtues of first person perspective and then ending with a begging plea for anything, ANYTHING but third.  And, this is how she repays me?!?!

But, guess what, minions?  I actually like third person.  Now.  (please, please, PLEASE don't Kelly I admitted to this. She'll never let me live it down!)  Now, I see the greatness that can come out of third person.  Not only can I show the reader my MC's emotions, but I can also delve into the back stories of all my side characters.  I can show the emotional turmoil that SC #1 went through and how she came to the decision to chop off all her hair and join a boy band***  I can also clue the reader in on how SC#2's parents are abusive alcoholics and spend their free time burning holes in his arm with lit cigarettes***  How great is all that?

So now, I am about to begin my next SNI in which I am not only taking on the new and thrilling challenge of writing an ADULT novel (something literary but more women's fiction...think Jodi Picoult) but I am also going to write this in THIRD PERSON.  EEK!! *fingers crossed* Wish me luck.  I know I'll probably need that and more!!

What do you all think? Can I do it? Any words of wisdom from you adult writers out there?  Any and all comments are appreciated.  And, when you're done here, you really must hop on over to Kelly's blog where you will find her snip for this week of FUN AND GAMES WITH K & K.

**Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a hair here.
***Completely fictious instances.  None of my characters have ever chopped off all their hair and joined a boy band or been set on fire by their parents.  That's not a bad idea though...hmm...note to self...

Monday, September 20, 2010

In Which I SPEAK Loudly....

I must have been living under a rock yesterday. That is the only excuse I have for not knowing about the travesty that has been taking place in my own backyard, so to speak. No, I don't live in Missouri, but I happen to be the proud owner of an autographed copy of Laurie Halse Anderson's SPEAK

For those of you who like me may not know what the situation is, please allow me to shed some light. SPEAK is a literary YA novel that deals with the harsh subject of rape and how one girl comes to terms with what has happened to her. A certain someone has gotten up on his metaphorical soapbox and demanded that SPEAK be placed on the Banned Books List in school. He cites his reasons by terming the rape scenes in SPEAK as soft pornography.

Let's dismiss for the moment that anyone who believes rape (of an under aged teen) is sexually exciting and thus considered pornographic is so far left of center that I wouldn't want him within 200 miles of a school or playground. Let's suspend for a moment that banning a book about said subject matter sends a clear message to young men that hurting a woman is okay and not to be talked about.

Why is there even a Banned Books List?

What you allow your children to read or not to read is one thing. But, telling me--and by extension--my children what is acceptable reading material is WRONG.

We live in a country that is supposed to be free. As such, it is my choice what I choose to read. If I were to see a book out there that deals with something that offends me personally. I would exercise my right to not buy that book. On the same token, if a book was being covered in my child's class that I did not approve of, I would exercise my right to work with the teacher in putting together an alternate lesson plan in order to keep my child from not participating in that portion of the curriculum.

What I would not do however, is stand inside Wal-Mart or Barnes and Noble and shout to one and all not to buy a book that I don't care for. I would not call for summarily banning a book from school libraries. I would not force my opinions on anyone and everyone within shouting distance.

I will simply ask this: How do you feel about censorship? Are you for it or against it? Why or why not? I'd love to hear about it in the comments. I'll be in the corner protecting my copy of SPEAK from raving lunatics intent on eradicating it from existence.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Book Hungry's September Snack: GODS IN ALABAMA

It's that time of the month again! Yes, friends, the second meeting of my Twitterati's book club, Book Hungry is now in session, the honorable Cynthia Reese is presiding over the festivites as September was her pick, and boy was it an AWESOME (Kelly, I hear you singing that) one :)



To be honest, GODS IN ALABAMA by Joshilyn Jackson is a book I would normally pass right by when wandering through the library. As you all know by now, I am fairly shallow when it comes to books and that all important first impression. Yes, I do judge them by their covers. Sue me. But, when Cynthia named it as September's book of the month, I ran right out to my local library and rescued it from the shelf it was being held hostage on.

I didn't even stop to look it over. No quick glance at the cover. No reading the book jacket to see what it was about. Just a grab and go. It was a hit and run, library style.

As I used to do with homework when I was in school (way, way, way back when) I said to myself, "Self, you will read this first. Get it out of the way." See how responsible I can be? But, guess what, guys?

I REALLY liked this book. Arlene's voice was immediately endearing to me. At the risk of being Jerry Maguire cheesy, GODS had me at "redneck ninjas" :-D

What is it about, you ask?

When Arlene Fleet left Possett, Alabama for college and a new life in Chicago, she made three promises to God: No lies would ever cross her lips again, No more getting down and dirty with every Tom, Dick (heheh), and Harry that crossed her path, And especially, no going back to the small town and buried secrets of her past. All God had to do in return was keep her past hidden, her secrets safe.

And, Arlene is keeping those promises, even if it means a lot of frustration for her boyfriend Burr (who might just be the perfect man...I'm just saying). But all her good intentions go up in smoke when a blast from her past shows up at her door, demanding to know about the one person Arlene has sworn never to think of, much less speak of, again.

Jim Beverly. Star high school quarterback. A god worshipped by all. All except Arlene. And Arlene is the only one who knows what happened to Jim Beverly. Arlene and God...and now, God is welshing on his end of the deal.

Whoever said you can't go home again never met Arlene's family. The rigid Aunt Flo, the sweet, never-do-wrong Clarisse, and Arlene's crazy mama. And, of course, Burr, the love of her life who just might not love her after he finds out who she really is.

Now that you have a little taste of what GODS is all about, allow me to tell you why I liked this book. :)

For me, any tale is really about the characters. The plot, while important, is secondary. The greatest mystery, most perfect romance, or saddest story is nothing if the cast of characters are not fully formed. And, the characters in GODS jumped right off the page.

Arlene is real. She doesn't lie, but that doesn't mean she always tells the truth. She doesn't fornicate, but that doesn't mean she's pure. And, while she may not have gone home for more than a decade, she's never missed a Sunday evening call from her Aunt Flo, who is the shizznit if any of you are wondering. Yes, Flo may be a bit on the cold side, but she's FIERCE (yes, Kelly, that was me singing). And, she's fiercely protective of her family.

None of the characters were flat, and that included Jim Beverly. I wanted to be disgusted by him, to tell Arlene not to be too torn up about what happened, that that jerk deserved what he got, but I just couldn't. He had his redeeming qualities, and I kind of hated that I couldn't hate him.

Whew! Now that you've listened to me go on and on and on and on about this book, check out the other bloggers in the club and get their takes on September's pick GODS IN ALABAMA

Abby Mumford
Alyson Peterson
Cynthia Reese
Elizabeth Ryann
Kelly Breakey
Patty Blount
Vaness Noble

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Making My List & Checking It Once, Twice...Er...Sixteen Times

This, dear readers, is where I admit to a shameful secret...an affliction I have suffered from for longer than I care to admit...a genetic disorder I inherited from my mother (of all people). Yes, fabulous followers. It is true. You do turn into your mother eventually.

No, this is not where I state the obvious and rant about the dangerously obsessive compulsion I have to purchase books at an alarming rate, regardless of how in the red my bank account might be. Who needs to buy food when you can have books? That's not a sickness. It's what I like to call having your priorities in order;)

My sickness is that I am a compulsive list-maker. Gasp!! I know. Horrifying, isn't it? I am that person we all cringe when being confronted with...the one who has a list for EVERYTHING...and is always checking and double-checking it just to make sure it is as up-to-date as humanly possible. Yes, friends, I am that girl. **hangs head in shame**

So, is it any surprise to you that when I began the long, arduous task of riding the Query Train, that the very first thing I did was create a list? Shocking, I know!

Here's how my list-making broke down:

  1. I went through my ENTIRE library (if this is your first time here, you should know that I being the book hoarder I am have many, many, MANY of the wonderful things in my possession....and I'm not sorry for that!) and pulled out not only my favorite novels, but ones that I believed to be of the same ilk as my little old story.

  2. Then, I made a list of these authors' publishers, editors, agents, and Uncle JimBob/Auntie Em who helped make their books into a reality. Of course, all this information was needed in order to Cyber stalk said publishers, editors, agents, close family relatives...etc

  3. After my stalking had commenced (this is where I confess that I am still cyber stalking agents...even ones I never plan on querying, just because they are so stalkable) I re-shuffled my list...pushing those that made me laugh, made me cry, made me think...all in all made me want to be on their client rosters...up to the top and shifting others down

  4. Of course, this wasn't just a popularity contest. I had to make sure that in the event that I was able to catch any of them I'd not just have a drinking buddy but a snowball's shot in Hell of my work ever seeing the light of publishing day...

  5. So, the inevitable next step was to actually look and see how my would-be drinking buddies got along outside of the tiki hut.

  6. Another movement of the list as bar stools were shoved aside and real, honest-to-goodness qualifications were considered...you IMPORTANT things like "does this agent like dogs? or Chinese food? does he/she have the gift of being able to piece together my at-time barely coherent late-night emails?....oh and can he/she sell the shiznit out of my stuff?"

  7. And after all was said and done, I made my list...and QUERIED

I can hear you all asking that ever elusive question, "Of everyone on your hit list, who is your dream agent?" Yes, we've all heard the term...But, I'll let you in on another little secret.

I don't have one...Yet.

For me, my dream agent is the one that when he/she calls me up to "discuss possible representation", he/she will be so over-the-top excited about working with me, so infatuated with my writing, that it practically oozes through the phone lines and splatters all over my very sensible $9 pair of Wal-Mart shoes...and then of course, once the contracts are signed, sends me 300 pages worth of notes and suggestions under the guise of being a helpful editorial letter which basically tells me "This is good. Now, let's make it better." Yes, friends, that is my DREAM AGENT.

That being said, my list is still ever-present and I do happen to have a top five list (well, I have a top five list for everything...songs, movies, books...etc). And, if any of you peeps know me even the tiniest bit, you probably know who those five are...as well as the ones that didn't make my query list but that I still Twitter/blog stalk simply because they are so awesome!

How about all of you fine friends? Is your querying process as OCD as mine? And, do you have a "dream agent"? Or have you already found your literary brain twin(...ahem, I meant to say agent there)? I'd love to hear about it in the comments!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Friends Who Live in My Computer

Now, hold on. Before you go calling the men in white coats to take me away to a padded cell where I will gleefully eat jello and drool onto my pajamas for the rest of my life, please hear me out! ....Although the whole pajamas and jello thing sounds nice...uh...minus the drooling, that is.

I'm talking about those people you meet while skulking in the shadows of Twitter, blogs, and various online writing communities, who for better or for worse have pulled you into the sunshine to play. You know the ones. Those people that you have never once met in "real" life, but you feel as if you have known for centuries. Your friends.

I, myself, have been lucky enough to find some wonderful people in my computer. (No, they don't actually live INSIDE my computer. That would just be weird.) We swap 140-character rants. We tease each other mercilessly. Some of us even gloat, gleefully tormenting the rest of us with their recent techno-type purchases. (I'm not naming any names, but her initials are Kelly Breakey)

We also discuss our favorite thing above all else: Books. Hey, we even formed a book club (see sidebar), and if any of you fun followers are interested in joining us, please contact me or any of the others and we will welcome you into the fold. (The hazing is minimal....well, you won't be scarred for life....er...maybe....yeah, I'm probably lying about that)

And, when (notice I said when here not IF) I'm ever blue from the constant whirl of rejection that is Query Hell or even just the torment that is real life, I know that these ladies (and gentlemen) will be there to pick me up, dust me off, and say "You can do this!"

Thanks, guys!! You all rock!

Okay...now, that I'm done being maudlin, I must think of something snarky to say or else you all are going to think I've become a Sappy Sally!
Uh...I like honey...yeah, okay. That didn't work. Don't worry! I'll figure it out...eventually. Until then, stay tuned :)

Monday, August 23, 2010

My Journey Through THE PASSAGE...

Before she became the Girl from Nowhere—the One Who Walked In, the First and Last and Only, who lived a thousand years—she was just a little girl in Iowa, named Amy. Amy Harper Bellafonte.

These are perhaps the best opening lines I’ve read in a long time. They instantly brought up all kinds of questions. Who was this Amy? Why was she called the Girl from Nowhere? And above all: How in the hell could she live 1,000 years? And, as all good first lines are wont to do, they made me read on.

SUMMARY:

FBI agent Brad Wolgast has a different kind of job with the US government. He travels the country, hopping from prison to prison with an offer that no death row inmate can refuse: Participate in a government study and have your sentence commuted down to life without parole. What he doesn’t tell them is that most of them will not survive the study, and those who do become something less than human. That’s not Wolgast’s job. He just brings them in.

That is, until his superior orders him to bring in a civilian from Memphis. Amy NLN (no last name). When Wolgast and his partner arrive to collect the civilian, they realize that this Amy NLN is just an orphaned little girl. Wolgast doesn’t want to bring her in. He doesn’t know exactly what is done to these subjects, but he knows it’s nothing good. So, he tries to ditch his partner and run away with Amy, but they are caught. Ultimately, Amy gets delivered to the government.

Then, the unthinkable happens.

The other subjects, The Twelve, break free and unleash upon humanity a virus that will either kill you or make you a monstrous creature that prowls the night, killing any and all living beings and draining them of blood.

Wolgast steals Amy away and takes her deep into the mountains, protecting her from the carnage and chaos that has descended upon the nation. But, for Amy, escaping this horrible night is only the beginning of a much larger journey, one that will span miles and decades, for she is the only one who can finish what never should have begun.

Now that I’ve given you the rundown, you’re probably expecting me to give you the standard Yes, I loved it. Go out and read it yourself. Or No, it was crap. Don’t even waste your time. And then the Let me tell you why.

Wrong. Well, all except for the Let me tell you why part of course.

THE PASSAGE is a novel that you must be committed to reading before you even begin it. It’s a book that you will either love or you will hate. There really is no middle ground here. This is where you’re probably wondering which category I fall into. I will admit that I am decidedly in the love category, but that doesn’t mean that I thought this was a perfect read, far from it actually.

AND…Let me tell you why:

PROS:

Above all else, THE PASSAGE made me think. I am by no means a conspiracy theorist or anything, but the events that led to this pandemic are completely plausible. The doctor who ran the experiment was only trying to find a way for disease to be completely eradicated. Who wouldn’t want to cure Cancer or heart disease or Alzheimer’s? And the government being the government took control of the experiment, thinking more in terms of defense than anything else. Is something like this experiment happening right now? Probably not. Could it though? Maybe…most likely…yeah. See what I mean about making you think…and worry?

Also, the world-building was stellar. I could see it all, from the underground government facility where the subjects were held to the mountain cabin where Wolgast took Amy to the First Colony, a stronghold designed to keep the infected out and the humans safe in the year 92 AV (after virus), to the ruins of Las Vegas and the Haven just outside Desert Wells. It was all so real and described so well without boring me with useless details.

I also loved the use of mixed media in the book. One chapter was comprised of nothing but emails from the doctor who began the whole experiment, which really gave the reader insight as to how this all came about. There were really no two-dimensional characters here, which made it difficult for the reader to be disgusted with some of the “bad guys” as you knew their motives and most of them had the best of intentions, but we all know where the road paved with good intentions will inevitably lead.

CONS:

This is an 800 page book. Yes, I said it. Now, I do not in any way have a word-count prejudice, but it needs to be said for anyone out there that is daunted by a book that thick. Really, you could get a great work out from holding it up!

Although the first lines reeled me in, I have to admit that the first 250 pages were somewhat dry for me. Don’t get me wrong. They were intriguing enough to keep me reading, if only to find out what the subjects were going to do and then the immediate aftermath of the breakout. But, I really didn’t get pulled in to the point that I couldn’t put the book down until Part IV when the story of First Colony began. This was where I really got immersed.

In my opinion, THE PASSAGE would’ve been a much more fast-paced and all around more engrossing read if the novel had just started at page 265 in the year 92 AV with First Colony. I understand why the first three parts were written—so that the reader understood what had happened in the Time Before and how that chain of events directly influenced Peter and his friends in the future—but there is this tiny part of me that would’ve preferred to be just as in the dark as the colonists were. It would have added another layer to the suspense. As it was, the minute Sanjay and the others started having the dreams, I was like, Oh, I know what’s going to happen next! Oh, my god!

But my biggest complaint about THE PASSAGE: It’s book one of a series! And while this first part did conclude, there were still many strings left dangling. Strings that will continue to be an irritation to be me until the next installment comes out. Damn you, Justin Cronin! **shakes fist and glares**

How about all you fun followers? Have you read THE PASSAGE yet? If so, did you like it, and why? If you haven’t read it, is it on your TBR list? I’d love to hear about it in the comments!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Things I Know to be True and Other Falsehoods...

I am a lurker. I will admit it. I belong to many on-line writing communities, Twitter, Facebook...Hell, I've even been known to blog-stalk many a writer or agent, and quite frequently, I might add. There have been times, I've cut in with a snarky reply/comment, but mostly, I do simply what a lurker does best. I slink back into the shadows and watch and wait.

I lurk.

During the course of my recent lurking endeavors, I've picked some valuable information, gleaning bits of wisdom from blogs and random tweets. Today is the day that I share this sage advice with all my lovelies. I know. I know. You love me. You don't know how you ever lived without me and my blog before. To tell you the truth, I really don't have an answer to that. Just go with it. I am here, and you are glad of it. End of story.

Uh...okay...Ego much, Karla?

So, anywho...Here we go. Don't say I never did anything for you!

  1. Not only do agents want to you to follow up on your long-ass boring query letters, but they absolutely love it when you email them--while they are closed to queries--to demand to know if said agent has worked out a publishing deal. I don't know about you fine folks, but I NEVER knew that. It's wonderful news, indeed!
  2. Sending a letter to Oprah about your book virtually guarantees you not only an agent but a publishing contract. This no-fail plan has been added to my list of things that I simply must do when I begin querying my next book. It'll work like a charm!
  3. In order to get a three-book deal, you must formulate a strict writing routine and stick to it. It helps if you also eat moldy toast. Just ask Tawna Fenske. I have to admit that I am actually going to try this. I went to the store just last night and purchased some day-old rye bread. In a few days, I will be dining on penicillin. Go ahead! You can congratulate me on the deal now. :)
  4. Contests are the best thing since sliced--er, moldy--bread! Especially, when you've already been assured of winning...Wait? Elizabeth, you did promise that I'd win, right? RIGHT?!?!?
  5. If you demand a $50 million advance for four books, someone will pay it! Wow! Wait just a minute while I change the wording in my query letter to extol the virtues of paying me so much for my novels. Oh, that's only for people like Janet Evanovich? Can someone get me her agent's number? I'm sure if I employ the tactics I learned from #1 and #2, he'll take me on in a heartbeat!
  6. When aliens abduct you, they give parting gifts!! Yes, friends. It's true. My dearest blog buddy, Kelly, just got an iPad from said aliens. Hmmm...I hope they didn't do anything to terrible to her...like make her slow dance with them. That would be very traumatic!
  7. Geography can be so funny! Just ask Linda Grimes, and she will tell you all about South China ;)

Well, that's it for my pearls of wisdom today, friends. Have I missed any other important tidbits that need to be spread around? Please tell me in the comments!

Thursday, July 22, 2010

In The Mouth of Madness...

The Carnival of Madness, that is. Yes, friends. I spent a wonderfully loud and somewhat painful evening rocking out with such great bands at 10 Years, Sevendust, Chevelle, Puddle of Mudd, and Shinedown.

I know. I know. You are all pea-green with envy :) Here are some pics to make you even more jealous...


(from Puddle of Mudd)




(from Shinedown)
Sadly, all of this fun (and close proximity to the performers) did come with a price :( Yes, friends, I am one giant bruise from head to toe, but do I care? No! Would I do it all again in a heartbeat. Hell Yeah!
That's all:)

Monday, July 12, 2010

Voyeuristic Tendencies...

As a writer, I often feel like a Peeping Tom. Seriously. I have this wonderfully quirky set of characters that as time goes on, I get to know rather well...almost like they're my friends. I've laughed with them (and at them), cried with them, been angry for them and with them. In short, I've bonded with them.

And then, it happens.

Your MC has that breakthrough moment of naked, raw emotions that leaves you--and hopefully the reader--reeling. Your character is exposed...sometimes figuratively and/or sometimes literally.

And you feel like such a lecher...a voyeur...a Peeping Tom...or if like me, you write mainly YA, a pedophile.

You're sitting on your perch far removed from the fallout, and admit it, you're enjoying watching them go through Hell...or if they have no clothes on Heaven. What does that say about me? OMG friends! I should be in jail! This is so not good....

Eh...excuse me while I'm getting outfitted for my prison stripes. Will I see any of you in the clink, too?

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Addiction to Reality TV Can Be Deadly...

This is where I admit to being one of those people. You know the ones I'm talking about. That girl who watches soap operas and is convinced that the people in her "stories" are not only real but her friends.

Okay. Maybe not that bad, but I do seem to have developed an unhealthy addiction to the Discovery Channel. Actually, that should be channels. Yes, plural, because I really don't know what I'd do without the programs on Discovery Health like Mystery Diagnosis and Anatomy of __insert lethal thing here__.

But nothing, I repeat, NOTHING has me as hooked as Deadliest Catch, a show I only just started watching a few weeks ago.

Now, I will admit that I was a little ambivalent about tuning in at first. In fact, one of my friends has been harassing me to watch it for the better part of three years now, but I always resisted. I mean, come on. I already watched so many documentaries that I'm really surprised I haven't become severely agoraphobic and refused all human contact by now. If you've ever marathoned National Geographic, the Science Channel, and Discovery before, you certainly know what I'm talking about. A girl can only watch so many shows about people getting struck by lightning, eaten by their own pets, tragic aftermaths of natural disasters before she's convinced that the only safe place is hiding in her closet, and even that can be dicey at times.

But, I finally broke...mostly because I was enjoying/suffering from a long bout of writer's block and there was nothing else on TV except for an Iron Chef marathon that was very tempting but I ended up forsaking Bobby Flay and Mario Batali for Capts. Johnathan, Andy, Sig, Phil, Keith, and Wild Bill.

And, I was hooked (ahem, pun intended!). The fishing was fast-paced, the conditions harsh, and the people were witty, wild, and unpredictable. Suffice it to say, I was enthralled by the ties that connected the crews and their captains. The overwhelming sense of family and the unspoken promises of risking their own lives to help any of their brothers, regardless of the circumstances.

Last night, I watched an episode from season three where Capt. Johnathan and the crew of the Time Bandit watched out their starboard side as a crew member of a neighboring vessel fell overboard. They immediately jumped into action and plucked the man out of the frigid waters, saving him from certain death. All the men were visibly shaken by the experience and unashamed of the swell of emotion pouring out of them as the man they saved thanked them profusely.

And then of course, I also watched the newest episode in which Capt Phil was in the hospital after suffering a massive stroke. Now, I know--as does any other fan of the show--that he doesn't make it, but still, I was a mess last night, all the while hoping against hope that he'd come out of it okay. And, it'll be worse next week as they previewed the two-hour final episode of Capt. Phil. I will surely be a blubbering mess. Because even though I've only known him for a short while, I feel as though Capt. Phil is a member of my family. :(

Which brings me to the point of this whole rant. Didn't think I had one, did you? We fall in love with people, whether they are really real or just some character on a television program or in a book. I can't tell you how many times I've read a book and cried over a heroine or hero who fell on hard times...how many times I was happy for them, sad for them, angry at them. We form strong attachments for whatever reason, and then when the end comes calling, as it most assuredly will, you don't want to let go, and you grieve for them.

How about all of you peeps? Is there any character/person in particular that you identify with so much so that you feel for them no matter what happens? I'd love to hear about it in the comments :)

Thursday, July 1, 2010

A Series of Unfortunate Waiting....

Last night, I finished up the latest Janet Evanovich book in which bungling bounty hunter Stephanie Plum and her spandex-loving side-kick Lula rescue Stephanie's slimy boss/cousin Vinne the pervert (he once had a romantic relationship with duck). Of course, there are other memorable characters...hot cop Morelli, dangerous and sexy Ranger (who I'd probably be stalking if he was real), perpetually stoned Mooner (his name says it all), and the infamous, gun-toting, funeral-crashing Grandma Mazur.

As per usual, the minute I finished the 300+ pages, I was instantly thinking about what kind of sh*tstorm Stephanie and friends might find themselves in next time...and I'll have to wait a whole year to find out! GAH!

Which got me to thinking about series books in general. To be honest, it really didn't take much. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. :)

You see, I love things in series. How can anyone not? I mean, you spend something like three, four, sometimes five hundred pages with a set a characters. You get to know them. At the risk of sounding completely mental, they're like your friends. And, then the book ends, and you're like "I'm glad everything turned out okay, but I want to see them again."

Admit it. You've had these same thoughts. Okay. Don't admit it, but you and I know the truth.

So, when another book involving those same characters comes along, you snatch it right up. You devour the words as if they the only thing that could possibly nourish you. And, just like that, they're gone again...and you are left to wait until the author deigns to throw a few more crumbs your way.

Believe me. I understand. I myself am hooked on several series in addition to Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum books. There's JD Robb's IN DEATH series...Charlaine Harris' Sookie Stackhouse and Harper Connelly books...PC & Kristin Cast HON novels....James Patterson's Manhattan Women's Murder Club...only to name a few....

So is it any wonder that I myself have fallen victim to the series virus that plagues us writers? I have written two novels that I love to pieces where the characters keep coming back to me, shouting at me, begging me to give them another story. And, they are tempting in deed. It is taking all my will power to push them off to the side, to say, "Wait, just a little longer." They're getting antsy, and I have to admit that so am I. Soon, I may have to let them loose to tell their stories...very soon.

How about all of you? Do you have any series books that you can't imagine your life without? Or do you have a crapload of story ideas flying around inside your head all revolving around this one MC? I'd love to hear about it in the comments:)