Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Write What You Know

So, I was looking through my RWA handbook from Reno and this page jumped out at me. Yes, I'm procrastinating, but I was looking for things on series since I want to make this series of three friends really great. Anyhow, off the bunny trail...I stop on this page "Write What You Know" and Other Misconceptions-- Misconceptions? But I've always been told to write what you know and so far, I kind of have. Lillian Darcy did the workshop, and I, of course haven't purchased the CDROM yet. So, all I have is the notes. But, Miss Darcy has wrote nearly fifty books, so I figure she has a ton of knowledge that I don't. She says that the Corollary to "Write What You Know" is: You know way more than you think. I do? Me? She says: "If we tell ourselves, "Write what you know," we risk limiting ourselves by defining what we "know" too narrowly. How do we "know" things as writers? How do we research something new? We're not just talking facts, we're talking atmosphere and emotions. How do we broaden our definition of "research" and what does this mean in practical terms?" So, this means I need to dig a little deeper and push myself a little more. I can so do that. After all, I don't want to be writing about the same things over and over again. What reader is going to appreciate that? Which is why Dee says that I am banned from Firefighters for a while. But I know them. Inside and out. As far as researching. I've witnessed way too many writers who end up with endless amount of time, wasted on research they don't even use for their story. So, if someone comes up with the grand plan on how much is too much and how much is not enough, please let me know. Until then, I rely on my CP's to tell me, Heather, this is unbelieveable--where did you come up with that? I know we all have the imaginary license and it serves us well for the most part, but I also know there is nothing worse than reading a book or watching a movie and thinking: "Yeah, right, whatever!" I know I have a lot of growing room, but I also know that I can't stagnate myself by writing souly what I know. I want to learn and if I can entertain and teach my reader a thing or two without bogging him/her down, then dammit, I want to do that too. But at the same token, it drives me nuts when someone doesn't explain things to me enough. Leaving me feeling like I missed the boat--leaving me feeling stupid. This writing thing, isn't easy at all. I don't know who said it was. Probably some jackass who never wrote a thing in their life past high school. It's a fine balance--a dance. One flub, one wrong step and the judges see it and most of the time, they'll let you know it. I know, I got off the bunny trail again...story of my life after the midnight hour. Tomorrow, I'll think about "Write What You Love To Read" and ramble on about it. Aren't you so lucky?

Wednesday, November 23, 2005


Hideous Evil Anthropologist-Torturing Hitchhiker-Eating Ravager from the Ruined Arcane Earth Have to thank Kris Starr for this one. This is just for fun as my brain tries to catch up with the rest of me. '-)

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Breaking the Family In

It's been exactly a week since I've been dubbed a publisher author. My life has changed slightly as far as juggling things and I'm sure before too long, it's going to change a lot more. I haven't received my revisions yet, but I know they're coming. =crawls under desk= For those of you who really know me--you know that I have a very needy family and some of my friends are the same way--needy. I'm testing them this week. '-) and so far they're failing. Well, my grandmother is. I love her dearly, but she sucks the life out of me some days. It's amazing to me that I have to repeat myself several times during a phone conversation and yet someone will IM me and she'll hear the faint ding and it's "What's that?" My police scanner or television will sound off--usually it's a male voice--"Who's there?" One of the kids will say something three rooms away: "What are they yelling about?" My lovely mother got brave last night: "Mom, how in the hell do you hear all of these noises when you can't hear ME half the time?" "What did SHE say?" I ask, giggling, knowing the response is going to be most excellent. From Mr. & Mrs. Smith:
John Smith: Did you hear the helicopter dropping me off that night for our anniversary dinner? Jane Smith: No. Oh, percussion grenades. I was partially deaf that evening. "I just pick up on things," she said. Yes, yes you do because you're insanely nosy! So, any advice on how I can nicely tell family and friends that revisions are not going to be my friend and they need to respect it when they get the answering machine and no more guilt trips or planning things without asking first?

Wednesday, November 16, 2005


Your enthusiasm and warm wishes mean so much to me! You've all made me smile and shed very happy tears! I still can't believe this is real, it feels like a dream and I'm waiting for the candid camera or someone to call me, email me or scream: "PSYCHE!" Wonder if it's too late for them to change their mind. I seriously cannot thank all of you enough! Love, Rae

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Pass The Bucket, please

Well, as I sit here and write this, it's really hard to believe I'm going to write the words, "I'm officially an author". I sold CURSED to Samhain Publishing. I still can't believe it! I'm so excited and this is so damned special because those of you who know me, know that my grandmother is one of my biggest fans and that she's very ill. She has cancer growing all through her now and hospice is involved. They don't look for her to live too much longer, so tonight, I made the first sale call to her and she cried. Now, she knows her granddaughter sold a book before she died. She told me she was proud of me. My mom was at work and bawling and laughing right a long with me and my best friend here and her daughter stopped by on their way home just so she could hug me. I promised Stacey a long time ago, I would give her a two word dedication: "The End". Why? Because all through high school I would start these stories, hand them to her and grow bored with them. It drove her insane. Now she only wants me to tell her "The Begining." Her ten year old daughter is so excited too. And do you know that Samhain launches on my daughter's 11th birthday? She's so excited. Of course, when they all heard me scream and start crying when I read the email, they thought something was drastically wrong. I probably won't be able to sleep tonight. I've waited for this for so damned long! Ciao!