notes from the war zone

The thirty-
first of December in the Neth-
erlands is a growing crescendo of bombard-
ments from mid-
morning until well after midnight when fire crackers go off on every street to ring in the new year.

The explosions have gone off intermittently all day long across our city of Almere. We've garaged our car and kept our cats safely indoors. Tonight we'll deep fry 'oliebollen,' the precursor of doughnuts, the traditional fried doughballs, filled with raisins and currants or plain and covered in powdered sugar, eaten on Dec. 31st.

The above photo is not of Almere, but of Groningen, a beautiful university town in the very north of the Netherlands not far from the German border. I recently visited it.

I wish you all a blessed 2008! Happy writing and reading.

Finished the Book!

Whew! Another manuscript completed. Boy, did this one give me trouble. I just couldn't get the ending to work right. But, after numerous rewrites and overhauls of the entire manuscript, by George, I think I've got it!

We'll see after my editor has a chance to read it.

Now, to collapse for a few days and let my brain recover.

The good news is that in this time of fretting over a manuscript whose deadline was looming, I got some very strong ideas for two new books. The story arc just came flowing in the wee hours of the morning and I had to turn on my light and jot them down. It was like viewing a movie in a lot of ways. Praise God for that gift of inspiration. I rejoice in that gift.

triumph over the middle

Whew! I've made it past the great chasm of the middle of the book. I knew (more or less) where I was going, but it wasn't always easy to fill in the blanks to get there. Some days it felt like climbing a cliff by my fingernails.

But the worst is over. Now, begins the building toward the climax. Events will move faster.

wordsmith

I like the term 'wordsmith' to describe what I do. Storyteller and wordsmith.
I've been pondering the difference between those descriptions and loftier ones such as 'writer,' author,' and--most lofty of them all--'artist.

Right now, I am deep in the deepest part of a story...a few scenes beyond the halfway point. This is when it's the toughest. One cannot be objective at all about one's writing now. The trick is to keep writing, no matter what. Meditate on the storyline in the off hours, like during walks, so that there is some grain of an idea when one comes back to the keyboard, but come back to it.

This is where instinct takes over and one hopes it will not lead one astray by the time one emerges at the other end. I liken this process to diving into an Olympic size swimming pool and trying to make it across. I'm not a good swimmer and don't really like it, so this is a very daunting prospect for me. Right now, I'm smack-dab in the middle, too late to turn back, still a long way to the finish line.

Chugging Away

I'm finally getting over that first hurdle in writing the first draft of a new story...getting beyond the first 50 or so pages of the proposal. Now, I'm almost at the 'first turning point,' where something dramatic must happen between hero and heroine.

It means really beginning to dig into these characters and become a little consumed with them day and night.

On a good day, after writing 10 pages, I am a happy camper.

What kept me from moving faster along on this story was that I suddenly got an idea for another story. When that happens, I have to let it run its course, and write everything down while the inspiration is flowing. I may not get to this new story for another year or so, but if I don't develop it now, it'll be gone.

Scene ideas would come to me, dialogue, a story arc. In a few days, I had a whole story (minus those pesky details that involve research) mapped out and most of the key scenes written out longhand in a spiral notebook (a lot of them at midnight or 5:30 in the morning). Now, I can put it aside with a peaceful mind, knowing the essence of it is there whenever I can get back to it.

I can also go back to my original story and concentrate fully on those two characters waiting for me to continue their story.

It's a crisp fall day in the Netherlands and the leaves are turning, although they don't turn as dramatically here as in the northeastern United States.

I'm going on a walk through the fields and forest edging one end of Almere and continue mulling on my characters' story. What next...

Thoughts on Branding

I recently returned from the ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers) Conference in Dallas, Texas. It was my first Christian Writers' Conference, and my first writers' conference as a published writer. (I think my last was the 1994 RWA conference in NYC when I was a Golden Heart finalist).

A lot of things have changed since then.

This conference was great. It was large enough to attract a lot of people in the industry, yet small enough to still be able to meet a lot of people and run into the same people over and over. There were almost 500 in attendance. It shows that Christian fiction is on the move.

I attended a 4-hour Early Bird workshop on branding. It was led by two people from Thomas Nelson Publishing and the design firm they work with. I learned a lot about the thought put into a book's presentation from the editorial, marketing and design end of things. For example, the different type of covers, including the size and script of the author's name, that are considered before a final choice is made.
Most importantly, I learned that the latest buzzword in publishing seems to be "branding," and that branding begins with you, the author. In other words, you, the author, must decide who you are, preferably in ten words or fewer.

It got me to thinking about a reviewer's quote about my books being not just romances, but more old-fashioned love stories....

More on Maine

It is almost time for me to leave this idyllic spot. It's been a good almost three weeks here on the coast of Maine. I've completed the line-edits for my next book, The Rogue's Redemption (Feb.'08), and completed the proposal for my second Love Inspired Historical--no title, not even a working one yet, so I'm calling it Victorian II.

But most of all, I've been able to replenish the well, as some authors call stopping to take a breather and look around you...and imbibe that fragile, tenuous thing called...inspiration.

For any who have never travelled to this last bit of wild Maine coastline (you have to go beyond Bar Harbor), I wholeheartedly encourage you to come to Cutler and hike the Bold Coast and Western Head trails. They vary in lengths, so practically anyone can do them. But on a clear day, you'll never see such blue sky or sea. The cliffs are harrowing (the best part is you can sit right on top of them!) You can sit as long as you like and think about God.