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If you’ve read enough romance novels, you’ve seen this particular heroine. The one who has been hurt so badly in the past by love that she will NEVER LOVE AGAIN. She can’t trust herself, because, obviously, she makes bad choices in men. Usually, she throws herself into her career determined to stay away from men. All men.
All of the men.
Meanwhile, there are pages and pages of inner turmoil because she is forced to work alongside, or otherwise socialize, with a (sucks in breath) man who curls her toes inside her work shoes. They flirt and she usually manages to fall into him at least once a chapter so that there is physical contact. Breathy thank-yous and bitten lips are peppered throughout the story.
About a third of the way in, there is an almost kiss. Half-way through, she admits to herself, and perhaps to others, there might be a way she can get over herself enough to get some hot action. But hot action is ALL it will EVER be because of THE PAST.
By the end of the book, she’s engaged.
Nope. Sorry. Can’t buy it anymore.
Aren’t we all a little scarred by our past relationships? If all relationships were magical and fulfilling, we’d marry before the 8th grade. Relationships are hard and the endings suck for everyone. But, in the morning, you put on your lipstick and face the world.
More and more, I’m finding it tedious to read about a twenty-something heroine who knows herself and the men so well, that she’s sworn off finding love. Forever. (What?)
I’d like to read more (and write more) about a woman who learns about what she wants and doesn’t want in a relationship with every disappointment.
She remains open to possibilities.
A story needs conflicts and obstacles, but they need to be more realistic than, “too stupid to love.”
Make her smarter about love. Then drop a piano on her head as she’s running out the door to meet the man of her dreams <-writing prompt.
My story ideas are always inspired by songs. My soon-to-be published debut novel, What The Heart Wants, is the story of a struggling songwriter torn between two men. With her career in the balance, she faces the limits of her morality and belief in herself. Although, no single song inspired the storyline, I had a playlist going with selections by Alecia Keyes, Janis Joplin and Tori Amos. Sort of a bluesy intimate soundtrack.
I found myself often queuing up a particular song when revising a scene. I thought about tagging the song in the scene notes. I may still do this. It put me right in the character’s thoughts and feelings.
Do you do this?
I’m now about 10,000 words into novel number two, Knowing You. Its playlist is a little more hard rock. My decade is the 90’s and early 2000’s. Lots of Coldplay and U2.
However, the scene I’m currently writing finds my heroine having a drink with a cowboy in a saloon in Montana. I searched my song catalog for inspiration.
I found, “Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love to Town,” recorded by master story-teller, Kenny Rogers and written by another master, Mel Tillis.
I love country music. Read the song titles and look at the lyrics. The good ones tell a complete short story in the span of three to five verses with a chorus to pull the theme through. Every line, every word does its job.
In this song, Ruby is not a very nice lady who, on a nightly basis, breaks the heart of her wounded Korean War Veteran husband. Not even close to my plot. But I still like the story telling and the guitar work. It also reminds me to write tightly. I must think of the reader and earn every moment of her precious reading time.
Oh, and if you haven’t purchased a copy of Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton’s Once Upon A Christmas , please do so immediately so you’ll have it by Christmas Eve! It’s one of my favorites 🙂
I’m not quitting.
But the submission process for a novel is haarrrrrd. I’ve just started the process, so I’m whining. Feel free to think that or even tell me, “toughen up, muffin-butt.”
I ‘preciate ya. Much obliged.
So, I was kicking at cow poo in a Christmas tree field today. Just walking about picking one for Sweet Husband to cut down for us, much as the pioneers did in days of yore. As I walked up and down the rows, I would barely glance at each tree before marking them rejected. About three trees made my, “cut.” Ha!
But I only needed *one* tree. So I made the Boy and SH stand by two of the trees while I ran through the poo back and forth between them, squinting my eyes and picturing each tree in my living room all bedecked and a-sparkle.
Finally, I made my decision for THE ONE.
SH held his saw up to the thin, winter sun where it glinted and then fell to his knees and cut that sucker down.
He grabbed the trunk end and I picked up my end to pay for the pleasure of cutting down our own tree and tying it to our own car by ourselves. See, I’m naturally a whiner.
But as we walked back, I looked at all the rejected trees. Some were ugly. Some were sparse. Some were just too big. And nothing was wrong with a lot of them.
They didn’t fit my house.
They fit someone’s house. But not mine. So they will keep living in the ground until they find their, “forever home.”
Unless they don’t.
At least we don’t have to put all the unsold MSs into the chipper. They have a mission! A Christmas destiny!
And our queries must have hooks.
Happy holidays, y’all. Thanks for listening.
My first completed manuscript is behind me. Nanowrimo comes at a good time for me because I’m starting my next. Who’s with me?
Today we are going to talk about a GLORIOUS time of year—NANOWRIMO—which stands for National Novel Writing Month. It is meant to support creativity and encourage those who say they want to be authors to give it a go and write a novel (50,000 words) in a month. Notice the challenge is 50,000 words. No one said they had to be good words. Or publishable words. Or polished words. Or edited words.
This is actually why I believe Nanowrimo is very useful for all levels of writers. It trains out perfectionism. No half-finished novel ever made the NY Times best-seller list, but some
crappy slightly-less-than-glorious novels have. The biggest threats to your finished novel (and mine) are Mr. It Must Be Perfect and his evil sister Editina.
Anyway, whoever chose November as National Novel Writing Month was seriously brilliant, because…
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“Isn’t it ironic, don’tcha think?”
If you’ll be singing that song all day long now, you’re WELCOME.
She said, ironically.
I’m a big fan of the ironic, but in my winter melancholy (S. A. D. S.), I’ve avoided my passions. Today, the sun is shining, the boy’s in school all day, and despite the teen temps, I was inspired to read a couple of essays on irony (this is a good one) which led me down a rabbit hole.
David Corbett wrote about the cliche of irony and I had to think about what I’d written and what kind of irony I used. I squirmed as mentioned by others in the comments of his post, but I also got excited because each of my characters are working toward goals that, if reached, would destroy them. In an ironic way, of course. Should keep this in sight and even note on a Scrivener board.
But now is passion for irony, in fact, ironic?
“I’d kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.”
― Steven Wright