The Watched Pot

Finally, the reward for patience and not a little hard work – seeing my first novel for sale at Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other booksellers.  It’s available now for your favorite e-reader device or software (nookKindleothers), and will be coming soon in paperback.

It’s been called “magnificent” by a professional historian who manages the historical museum for the Ethan Allen Homestead (in the exact place and time where the novel is set), and has gotten a warm reception by all who have read it so far.  And, at four bucks, if it’s not your cup of tea, you’re only out the price of a cup of tea (okay, maybe chai).

Buy it, read it, review it – and please tell your friends, mailman, book club, kids’ teachers, anyone – getting the word out is the biggest hurdle between getting a book published and having it become a success for all involved.

Thanks so much to everyone who’s already jumped on board – this is the first day of my new career as a novelist, and I couldn’t be more excited!

The Magic Moment

My novel-writing process is generally pretty organic. I don’t typically spend a lot of time beforehand plotting out what the arc of the story will look like, what events will take place where or when, any of that.

Instead, I start with a character, and begin exploring what that character’s up to, what their life is like, what they’re thinking about the events unfolding around them. I get to know them, and introduce them to my reader.

Of course, at first, this material is all coming from my own conscious thoughts and decisions and research and intentions for the character.

Eventually, though, my character starts to speak for himself (or herself). I can almost feel them draw that first shuddering breath of life, as they cast my hand off their shoulder and say to me, “I’ll take it from here.”

That’s a magical moment for me, and it’s when I know I’ve got a story – and after that point, it’s just a matter of keeping up with my characters as their story unfolds, writing it down as they tell it to me.

Yeah, I still sometimes take control and make something happen, whether for dramatic purposes, or because events on the calendar by which my character is living are pressing on me.

For the most part, though, I let my characters lead the way, solving their problems, feeling their hurts, living their lives. It’s not a very structured way of writing a novel, but it works pretty well for me.

Play it Again, Sam

I know that’s a misquote, but it fits better misquoted, okay?

With the encouragement and prodding of my editor at Puddletown, I’ve cleaned up the second manuscript in my series, and submitted it late last night. I think it’s pretty good; now we just have to wait and see what their market reader thinks.

Meanwhile, I’m busily sketching out the rest of the series, and thinking about what I need to do to make the third completed manuscript presentable.

If this is what the life of a novelist is like, I’ll take it. Oh, yes, I will take it.

Incroyable!

I’m still not quite breathing, still not quite believing it… but I’ve been offered a publishing contract for The Prize, the second novel I’ve written, covering the events of the Revolution from the vantage of the place where I grew up.

Puddletown Publishing will have it available by the end of next month, if all goes well, for Nook, Kindle and other major eBook formats; a paperback version will come out some time shortly after that.

Somebody pinch me? Still not breathing.

Interesting Developments

So, after spending several months submitting my first novel to a variety of agents, I frankly became disheartened, and instead turned to writing the second, which came out fabulously well.

However, after my experience with the first, I have been putting off and putting off sending it out to anyone at all, and instead wrote a third novel, which is not so great in its first iteration, and needs a fair amount of work before it can see the light of day.

So here I am, with three manuscripts completed, out of a loosely-planned series of fourteen or so, and something marvelous happens.

A friend of my daughter’s is working with a new publisher, based right here in the Portland metro area, and she suggested that I follow them on Facebook. Checked out their Web site, and they look like a good team, taking an innovative approach to publishing in the modern era, focusing their efforts on electronic books, instead of “dead-tree” versions.

So I followed them on Facebook, and, as is my wont, I commented on a post that they put up there. I mentioned, of course, that I have been writing novels, but haven’t published any yet. One thing leads to another, and before I know it, I’ve got a personal note, asking me to send in a manuscript for consideration.

It’s at the bottom of the heap, naturally, and it will be some time before I hear anything, but I can’t help but feel pretty excited and hopeful. I know that this book is a humdinger of a story, and I think that I’ve done a pretty good job of telling it… so… maybe?

Putting Words in Their Mouths

Giving my characters each their own distinct, believable voices is both one of my favorite parts of writing, and one of the greatest challenges.

Since my novels are based over two hundred years ago, there are obvious problems of dialect and colloquialisms to overcome – all too many times, an early reader has caught my characters saying, “Okay,” because it’s a common interjection in my own speech. It is, of course, utterly anachronistic, and must be brutally expunged.

Spoken English in the Colonies, of course, would have been virtually unintelligible to the modern ear. Vowel shifts (as revealed by some contemporary poetry that no longer rhymes in modern English), differences in cadence and the gap between modern and Colonial vocabularies would all do their part to challenge comprehension.

More subtly, the Colonists at the time of the Revolution were of widely varying histories, ranging from the long-established to relatively recent immigrants, and so they had differences of linguistic background that I needed to account for.

In one novel, a major character originated as a lower-class Frenchman; I voiced his dialog as I wrote it in an outrageous Inspector Clouseau accent, which seems silly in retrospect, but it helped me to keep his words reasonably clearly influenced by his history.

In another, a character was a wealthy Southern-colony landowner; his speech patterns were deeply offensive to the modern ear, but I could see no way around them without doing violence to the way that a man of his position in that time and place would have spoken.

And the Quakers… I still have a headache from trying to accurately render the decidedly archaic usage of the English second person singular verb and pronoun forms, without straying into the disrespectful ground of apparent parody.

Writing believable dialog for any character outside of autobiography (and even there, to be honest) is a substantial challenge. Doing so with the linguistic and cultural challenges of writing historical fiction is just downright fun.

Questions of Faith

At the time and places where my novels are set, religion was a very important part of people’s private lives – perhaps even more so than it is today.

Some of the Founders were, famously, unconventional in their approach to faith, but for the most part, my characters’ relationship with God or the divine powerfully influenced how they saw the world and dealt with the events that unfolded around them.

This makes writing these aspects of their personae a substantial challenge for me, as a modern-day agnostic.

On the one hand, I can approach each of my characters’ inner beliefs with a more-or-less unjaundiced eye, as I do not find any of the common faiths of the that time to be more or less “right” than the others.

On the other hand, I have to really work at adequately illustrating how the nuances of the Quaker belief are drawn from the Bible, or how Calvinist thought would have animated the thoughts of a man struggling to recover from a crushing personal loss.

For a person of no particular religious belief, I spend an inordinate amount of time when I’m writing studying Biblical passages and consulting with friends whose innate sense of faith can lend me insights. It’s an interesting problem for me as a writer, and one that I enjoy tackling.

Finished

Finished The Light this evening. Deeply flawed story, but it’s got some essential strengths in it. It all came together in the last 24 hours of writing, though, and threads that I really didn’t have the first clue where they were going to wind up going wound up nicely woven into the resolution of the story.

I thought, after the leaping great fun I recalled The Prize being to write last year, that this novel would be a walk in the park… but I guess each one is its own unique experience, and, if I didn’t get mugged this time through, I at least had to go through a pretty rough section of the trail to get here.

That or novel-writing is somehow akin to childbirth in that one forgets how difficult it was the last time, so that the next time even has a chance to get off the ground at all. Really, though, this one just felt harder to write… probably because it’s not based on my home turf like The Prize was, and I went into it expecting that same kind of easy, natural experience. *sigh*

However it happened, though, I am a novelist, for the third time. Time for a Scotch, and then I’m going to go get some sleep.

Write What You Want to Know

I know, I know – we’re supposed to write what we know, first and foremost, and I’ve done my fair share of that, including a whole book on how small businesses can use the Internet, an article on meadmaking, and dozens of shorter pieces about topics that I knew a little something about.

But I enjoy taking things in a different direction with my writing, too.

As a person with very widely divergent interests, it’s easy for me to get sucked into studying up on a topic that grabs my attention. Now, I have an excuse to do so – it’s for my novel.

I’ve never seen a tobacco plant in person in my life – but after writing The Declaration, I’m willing to bet that I could raise one to maturity successfully. I’m also willing to bet that I could not make a wrought-iron fireplace poker or shear a sheep or build a birchbark canoe — but I have a deeper appreciation for those who can and do practice such arts.

I’ve picked up all sorts of interesting tidbits in the course of my writing, and they’ve enriched my own experience of the world. I hope that they do likewise for my readers, so that I have ample opportunity to go on learning more about the topics that grab my fancy.

Blood and Guts

So, I’ve read Homer, and after the scenes outside the walls of Troy, what can anyone actually hope to add to that? In just a few hundred lines of poetry, the creator of the first major written epic covered pretty much every variant of violent battlefield death that I ever needed to think about.

And yet, here I am, writing about events framed by a war, in which blood was spilled and guts were occasionally strewn. What to do?

For the most part, I’ve made the conscious decision to this point to keep such action at a distance. My characters recollect the horrors of battle from time to time, and stories of specific incidents so notable that they have persisted in the historical record also pop up.

I have yet to write a direct account of battle, however, and I freely acknowledge that this is a somewhat chicken-hearted approach to the problem. For one thing, as I said above, it’s been done to death, by everyone from Homer down to our modern-day cinematographers, whose loving renditions of the personal costs of war can be emotionally overwhelming.

For another, I’m fortunate enough to have largely avoided any but the most prosaic and well-controlled episodes of blood and gore in my personal life. The births of my children and raising and slaughtering my own chickens, along with the typical injuries of a basically sedentary lifestyle, are the sum total of my own exposure to real-life bloodiness.

So, in all honesty, I don’t know that I have a lot to add, and for the moment, at least, I’m happy enough to just tell my characters’ stories through their reactions to the horrors that they’ve experienced. If I ever did sit down and try to write a realistic battle scene, I suspect that I would give myself nightmares, and that just doesn’t sound like fun at all.

Better to leave it in better-equipped hands, I think.