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Thoughts On Finally Finishing a Trilogy (and Hooking up my Brother with my Protagonist)

16 Oct

Hello bloggers! I know my blogs have been sporadic for a while, but I swear I have a good excuse. As I’ve mentioned probably a thousand times (and you’re most likely sick of hearing about it but I’m going to say it again), I was writing a fantasy trilogy. Well people (and maybe aliens, dogs, vampires, werewolves, shape shifters read this blog too), I’m thrilled to report that I finally finished it.

Wait, I’ll give you a minute to take that in.

I finished the trilogy. Complete. Donezo. One series. Three novels. 225,000 words. However you want to break it down, I’m done! You heard me?!!

I’M FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Woah, sorry about all of the exclamation points. I don’t want you to feel like I’m yelling at you. But, I feel slightly insane and mentally exhausted. I wrote 60 pages in the last two days, and I’m recovering.

I finished it yesterday, I’m just editing the last 50 pages of the third book right now. Ah, sigh, it feels so good to finally be free of this series. I thought it’d never end. And in the beginning, I never wanted it to end. I had a blast writing it, but after a while, other ideas started blowing around in my head and I almost felt like a prisoner to this series at times. I know my characters didn’t want the books to ever end, but I had to shut them up. I had to kill some of them (I still feel bad about that). But, now that it’s over, it’s truly bittersweet.

I had so much fun living in this world the last two years. But, towards the end, it became less fun and felt more like a chore. I did several crazy things throughout, like changing the perspective (I’d rather not remember that), but they were things that needed to be done.

You know what that means. It’s time to start querying agents again. But, I’ve decided this will be my last hoorah in querying. Originally, I had too much faith in this series to ever resort to self-publishing, but after a solid year of querying (far too early, so I understand the rejections), I’m going to try one more time. If I get rejected by an exhausted list of agents, I’m either going to self-publish or self-destruct. Either way, this series will be available to the public to read. I just want to share it with the world, no matter which way it happens.

I just have to give a shout-out to my fellow writers who have written or who are writing a series. Damn, talk about WORK! So much time, effort, work, brain farts, and actual farts go into this process. And it is truly a process. One that takes over your entire life, basically. I have a newfound respect for writers who write series. I can’t imagine writing, say 13 books for one series (shout out to Charlaine Harris, love you & your Sookie Stackhouse novels!).

Hmm, other exciting news…

Well, I started writing a new book. It’s…wait…don’t kill me. It’s a vampire book. I know! I’m so sorry! Some of you are probably so over the vampire thing. But, I have to admit, that I’m not. I love vampires. You probably noticed because my mention of Charlaine Harris. And I’m making it my personal mission to write a fresh, new vampire book. I know, I know, you’re probably thinking it’s almost impossible to come up with a fresh idea for a vampire book. But, I looked it up online, and nothing like it has ever been done before. Sorry, can’t spill the beans on what the idea is (because I’m afraid someone will steal it and I’m just so protective over my work in progress!). But, hopefully one day you can read it.

Umm…anything else…

I saw a black dog today wandering around the streets. I have a black dog, so, obviously I chased it down just to make sure it wasn’t my pooch going on a little adventure. Luckily for me, it wasn’t my dog. Unluckily for someone else, it was their dog. He didn’t have a collar on. And he was wet (rain). Some lady came running and I thought it was her dog, so I told her where he was. But it wasn’t her dog. Sigh. Where is this dog’s owner!??! The lady caught him and stayed with him, so I went home and ate French fries. What else was I supposed to do??? He was in good hands! And I was hungry!

Oh, also, I just have to share this because it was the highlight of my night yesterday. My brother came home and asked me if I had any hot new friends (a question he likes to ask every few months just to check) and I said yeah, my new protagonist. She’s hot as hell and such a smart ass. His response?

“Do you work with her? Who is she?”

….I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. I really thought I was going to pass out or pee in my pants. After I pulled myself together, I was thinking yeah, I just started working with her. And I can’t wait to get to know her better. But sadly for him, she’s fictional and won’t be having sex with him anytime soon.


Sneak Peek into my Fantasy World

20 Sep

Rose and Dust

So, I figured it was high time to give you all a little sneak peek into my fantasy world I’ve been living in the last two and a half years. When I’m writing a novel, or a lengthy short story, I like to make collages of the characters and places I envision in my mind. And while google image can come close to providing images similar to those I see in my mind, it could never be exact. Still, I pull whatever is closest to what I see in my head, and I put it all together so it can inspire me every day when I write.

I wanted to share the collage I made with you all, so you can meet some of my characters. The roses are quite symbolic here, as my protagonist gets dragged through a rose bush into another world. As of now, I’m querying agents trying to find representation for the fantasy trilogy. I’ve had two requests for material, and plenty of rejections.

Ah, rejections. They taste so sweet anymore. I expect them. But do these agents understand I will never give up on this series? I will be relentless in my search for representation. Because, while I’ve self-published three books, I refuse to self-publish this series. I believe in it too much.

Do you believe in magic? In supernatural elements? While it may seem quite ridiculous, certain wondrous events happened while I was writing this series, and that’s precisely why I will never give up on it. Extraordinary things are real, whether you believe it or not.

Writing through the Blizzards

13 Feb

I found myself a little discouraged last night. It’s been almost four months since I’ve sent my full manuscript to an agent, and in between then I’ve gotten a dozen of rejection letters back from agents who seem to all be telling me the same thing. They liked the sample pages, but they didn’t love them enough to take me on as a client.

I know the marketplace is tough and competitive right now. My major is English and Creative Writing. Of course, I’ve learned this. I’ve studied it. I understand my chances are slim to none. But when you really believe in a specific book you wrote, is there a certain time when you should throw in the towel and give up?

I say- hell no. Not when you really, really, really believe in a novel. I’ve gone to countless websites, looked at publishers who accept unagented submissions. But I won’t submit to them, not until I’ve exhausted all of my options of finding an agent to find the right publisher for me.

There’s a blizzard outside right now. I think there’s a metaphor in here somewhere. I’m going to try to find it beneath the snow and sorrow. The trick is to trudge on, travel on- despite the disastrous conditions. Eventually, you’ll reach your destination.

At least, that’s what I have to believe. Hope is not lost. While publishers are seeking that gem in the slush pile, I’m seeking that gem in the agent pile. My query letter is going to fall into the hands of the right agent, the one I’m meant to work with, and everything is going to make sense. That’s what I have to believe.

And, by all means, I’m not saying I write just to get that elusive book deal. I’ve self-published three books without querying them. Why? Because I knew they weren’t mainstream enough to appeal to the masses. They were off-beat, quirky, a little esoteric. But certain things have happened during this journey of writing my fantasy novel. It led me to believe this is the one I need to try to get published. And I won’t simply give up and self-publish it when I feel that hope is lost.

As writers, we need to recognize and understand which of our work is suited for what. Sometimes self-publishing is the best option, despite the terrible name it has seemed to claim over time. I don’t see anything wrong with self-publishing; unless, of course, it’s a novel that you truly and wholeheartedly believe in. And even then, it can be successful. But it takes a hell of a lot more hard work in terms of marketing yourself and advertising for it.

And honestly? Sure, I did radio and newspaper interviews for my short novel and novella, but I didn’t try that hard. And I’m pretty sure I don’t get royalties every time my books sell, because there are dozens of places it’s being sold and I don’t even know how they got the books in the first place, because I never got those checks.

With that said, even though this may come as a shock to some people that I really don’t care about the royalty checks, but I really don’t. I didn’t self-publish in hopes of making money. I self-published for one reason and one reason alone: to get my work out there. I wanted my books to be available to the public, to whoever wanted to read them. The money means nothing to me. I don’t need much money in life, although it would be nice to get a large sum once so I can pay off my student loans. But other than that, money is just money to me. I’ve never had much to begin with.

So, as the blizzard rages on, I’m going to sit here after I finish this post and continue to trek on as I write the sequel to my fantasy novel. Because even though agents don’t ‘love’ it right now, I have a handful of people reading it as I go, pushing me to write the pages because they love it and want to see what happens next. And isn’t that what matters most? That there are genuine readers who love your work and want to read more of it? I write for them. And for myself. I will continue to share my work, even if it’s on a smaller scale.

I write despite the disastrous conditions. And I will trudge and travel on through the storm.