Novel Sisterhood
wherein I discuss love, wickedness, and a pot of dirt.

RomCon, Inc
in which I confess to being confused as to the difference between Real Life and the events of my books.

KatieBabs
an interview with lots of fun facts, like how long it took to write TOO WICKED TO KISS, and why on earth I was riding a camel. (Er, not at the same time! *g)

Don’t forget to sign up for your 30 Wicked Kisses at 2wicked2kiss.com – the countdown begins Feb 1, and I have plenty of autographed advance copies of Too Wicked To Kiss to give away!

Also, coming soon:
WHERE ARE THEY NOW, featuring many of your favorite authors who were one-time Kensington Debut Authors!

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Myrrgor, the last of the sentient glaciers, stirred.

He stirred almost a full millimeter this time, which was twice as fast as his ancestors had been able to stir. Myrrgor was one of the Strong Ones. His blood was ice. Literally. And his quest was vengeance.

A mere 20,000 years ago, when Myrrgor was but a mere snowflake in his father’s polar ice cap, the first of the Renaldi clan had wreaked their terrible destruction upon Myrrgor’s kindred with their evil sticks of orange fire and strange penchant for marking yellow “cave paintings” in the snow.

Although the millenia had melted the last of Myrrgor’s beloved, he had not forgotten the senseless crimes of the Renaldi family. Myrrgor could never forget such mindless horror. Primarily because glaciers do not succumb to dementia or rampant alcoholism, what with the irksome lack of both mouth and brain.

Yet there was One who could be both mouth and brain for Myrrgor. She called herself “Elena Jackson” in this life, but this was only the newest in a long series of incarnations. She was older than Myrrgor, older than the Earth, older than time. She was the Original Creator of his species of sentient glacier, and with her aid, vengeance would be Myrrgor’s.

He stirred another vicious, inexorable, millimeter.

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Yes? No?

I’ve got a lot going on the next couple months, but I would love to have a draft done (preferably a polished draft!) by, say, Christmastime. Even with galleys and edits and whatnot, this should be an extremely achievable goal. At one scene a day, I should be done by Thanksgiving, leaving me an entire month to revise. We’ll see how it goes!

And you? What are your current goals, personally or professionally or otherwise? Any looming deadlines staring you in the face?

Book3 is codenamed Flowers in the Abbey (you know you read V.C. Andrews’ Flowers in the Attic! Admit it!) but hopefully the title gods will smile upon me before I turn it in, so that I don’t have to call it Unnamed Historical #3.

(My current contract lists my books as Unnamed Historical #1 and Unnamed Historical #2. Yes, I am that bad at titles.)

I owe the current release’s title–TOO WICKED TO KISS–to John, who got the idea after rereading a certain passage in the book. (Which may even be the teaser passage when you open the front cover.) Book 2 may or may not be called TOO SINFUL TO DENY… updates on that as soon as I know more.

Other than that, weekend highlights include reading a few books and taking tango lessons on a boat party on the river Seine in Paris. Now the party’s over and it’s back to work… boo.

How about you? Fun times this weekend? What are your plans for the week?

(Litmus test: if I cannot eat, sleep, or walk away from the computer because the drive to write has me in its thrall, then it’s the one.)

I was gripped in just such a manner this week, and already wrote the first 2200 words! Yay! I love making progress!

Confession: I watched half the video, only because I fell into a dead swoon and couldn’t handle it anymore. If you, too, were overwhelmed by awesomeness (or simply didn’t have 1.5h to spare) here are some highlights from the segments my brain recorded before it exploded:

[begin fangirl propaganda]

Basically, what Google did is this: They said to themselves, “Google, what’s the most popular internet activity? Email, right? Shame we didn’t invent it. Hey… what if we did? Like, reinvented it? But made it so bad-ass it also eclipsed every other internet activity on Earth?”

And so they created Google Wave, which will apparently be available later this year.

Why I Fainted Dead Away:

* It’s email, it’s chat, it’s Picasa, it’s Facebook, it’s Hi5, it’s MySpace, it’s Blogger, it’s GoogleTalk, it’s YouTube, it’s Twitter, it’s every bulletin board system or message threading forum or email listserv you’ve ever laid eyes on–all in one.

* This is accomplished by thinking of each of those elements of part of a greater element, which is a conversation they call a “wave”. (Possibly because the Australian team programmed it, and Aussies have surfing on the brain.)

* Like Gmail, the central server hosts each wave (conversation) without downloading it to your desktop. Also like Gmail, you get a multi-window dashboard upon login and your contacts have photo icons. /end similarities

* Say you want to start a wave (conversation) with one or more pals. You either start to type part of a name into the box (old-school style) or you drag and drop a contact icon.

* Next, you start to type. If you make typos, Wave automatically corrects them as you go. No more of that red-squiggle or wait-until-the-end-then-run-spell-check nonsense.

* If one of the intended recipients happens to be online in their wave in this moment, they see your message. As you’re typing it. Without having to wait for that annoying “Bob is typing a message” status to go away and the words to finally appear!!!

* (Note: just in case there’s some reason you want your contact to remain in agony as you go check your laundry and feed your cat, totally forgetting you have your response half-typed on your screen, there is a checkbox to hide replies until sent.)

* This means that unlike present-day instant messaging, which in comparison is not all that instant, you get to spend 100% of your time reading and/or responding to the wave.

* If your friend wants to reply to any portion of your wave (which at this moment looks like an email, or perhaps a Word doc crammed with charts and lists and tables etc) she can highlight any portion (ie, your question about “How much do I owe you for the handcuffs?”) and type her answer. Don’t think email-style reply. Think comment bubbles in Microsoft Word. In-line. (With the cute little gtalk photo icon. Heh.)

* You, in return, can reply to that specific comment, rather than reply to the entire email. And your comment appears in-line, right beneath the other person’s comment. Instantly-instantly. As you type each word! (Writers: think what this means for scene or synopsis critiquing! or email loops!! And just wait–there’s more!)

* If one or more other recipients is online, this byplay can burst into IM-style chatting, right at the exact relevant portion of the initial conversation. And if the topic changes, all they have to do is highlight the new relevant section, and the subsequent chat embeds right there. Or if they stray completely off topic, click somewhere else in the wave and start a new thread.

* This means that, like a message board, there can be a seperate topic that receives multiple comments, each of which can subsequently receive commens of their own, except, unlike a message board, the threads can branch out anywhere, at any time, dividing the original message into innumerable subparts (again, think critting! Or listserves and writing loops!!) as well as dividing long-winded replies into innumerable subparts.

* Also, completely unlike a message board but more like Word’s track changes feature, in addition to comments (or just typing anywhere willy-nilly in the wave, which you are still able to do) you can make changes directly to the original (or any previous) text, written by absolutely anyone. It shows up on their end track-changes style. And someone can correct your corrections, and so on.

* AND, in case the visual wasn’t clear, all this appears to you (and everyone on the wave, even if they weren’t online to witness the magic) as one single email. Gone, gone, gone are the days of a billion copies of the same message scrolling on into infinity. It’s one thing! But with live action! You can watch it all happening!

* So let’s say we want to add our favorite critique parter Jane to the wave, now that we’ve been chattering on it for four days. If this were a normal email, we’d forward the whole shebang, and when she got it, her initial response would be “WTF”. (Also, if this were normal email, she might’ve been forwarded the not-quite last email and someone could be replying to a different one and then suddenly there’s five different email versions out there and nobody knows what’s happening.) But this is not a normal email. All we do is add Jane to the wave, and Bam! She gets the whole thing.

* So now Jane is looking at a drafted, critted, revised, recritted, rerevised scene. But in her wave, it looks pristine and beautiful, without any of those pesky track-changes highlights. She can read like a reader, and if she wants to bleed red all over it, she can do so. But what if she then wonders how this totally awesome scene got so damn awesome in the first place? Easy peasy: she clicks “Playback” at the top of the wave, and it reverts back to the very first message ever typed, and moves forward in time, screen by screen, PowerPoint style, until the present. How cool is that?

* But just in case that’s not quite cool enough for you, here’s this: Unlike PowerPoint, each screen of the wave is totally editable, readable, copyable, pasteable, chattable, and replyable. So if the scene actually sucks monkeyballs, she can say, “Here’s where you went wrong: You listened to Erica’s comment and edited the life out of an otherwise perfect slice of awesomeness and now the whole thing sucks. Go back to this point and add a throwaway line about X, and it’ll be perfect.”

* And then, of course, you can! Or, if I happen to be online and see that little tidbit before you do, maybe there’s a few choice things I want to say that I don’t want Jane to read. (Like, “Who added the crazy bitch to the wave?!”) I can do one of two things: I can reply like normal but mark my reply as “private” (and indicate whether I just want it to go to one person, or everyone but one person, or whatever tf I want) or I can click “Copy into new wave” and effectively cut Jane back out of the loop.

* Other ways “copy into new wave” is cool: You can copy whatever you want. You can copy the entire wave. You can copy the completed wave. (Ex: you want to send someone–agent, editor, beta reader, mom–your scene without giving them the history playback ability.) You want to send just the embedded attachments, like photos of your kids without the accompanying story of how they came down with a case of violent projectile diarrhea during mass. All one-click easy.

* While we’re on the topic (of photos, not diarrhea) the file sharing goes like this: to add photo(s) to a wave, just drag and drop those puppies in from anywhere they happen to be, and bam. Thumbnails of each image show up instantly on the other participants screen, even before the full images are done uploading from your hard drive. And, if one of your wave participants happens to be, say, your blog (and no, it doesn’t have to be blogger, it can be WordPress or something you code yourself or anything) then the photos show up on your blog. Instantly. In real time.

* This means, if I happen to be reading your blog and I see the real time awesomeness of your photos being uploaded, maybe I’ll leave a comment, like, “You are eight shades of fabulous! Please run for president!” And because you instantly get this comment in your wave, IM-style, you can respond IM-style–and that response shows up for me, the blog reader with no wave account, instantly! Instantly-instantly, as you type each word, before my very eyes! How bad-ass is that?? I can even watch as you go through and put captions on each photo, and so on–everything is real-time live action!

* AND, the whole thing is open-source with ready-made developer APIs, which is a fancy way of saying anybody anywhere can program their own websites or applications that embed wave technology (as in the blog example above, but can be applied to any concept–schools, any given message board / forum, etc) and/or anybody anywhere can program their own add-ons to enhance and integrate with wave technology (think facebook applications, wordpress widgets). And now think of them all as instant real-time interaction!

I really, really think this could completely change the way people communicate with each other, across the world and door to door. (There’s already crazy multi-language support in the sense that someone can be adding to your wave in right-to-left arabic script while you’re writing in left-to-write and someone else is commenting in their native Chinese characters and it all appears there, together, real-time.)

I don’t have time to type every single feature, but suffice it to say: the idea of removing the need to have separate applications (a file sharing program, a chat program, an email program, a social networking program, a photo sharing program, blogging software, instant messaging software, etc, etc) and to have it all rolled into one with the absolutely mind-boggling addition of it being even more instantaneous than instantaneous, live on your screen, whether you’re in your wave dashboard or not–Wow. /re-swoon

[end fangirl propaganda]

Somewhere around mid-year, I fell off the write-every-day wagon.

How did this happen, given that I am the self-professed queen of making specific, quantifiable, realistic, attainable goals and sticking to them like bubble gum on shoes?

Because… I missed a bullet point. I should’ve added this tiny detail here:

• Goals must be a priority

Even a goal like “get out of bed by noon” won’t come to pass if it seems more important to lay in a sea of pillows with the TiVo remote and a plateful of comfort food.

So. My #1 goal for 2009 is:

Write/Revise/Plot/Daydream about my WIPs every single day, even if a few stolen moments is all I have.

1b: Because it matters.

You?

OK, lie. I should begin with the finished book I’m allegedly rewriting, then move on to the half-finished book I’m allegedly, er, finishing, then turn to the plotted book I spent months stressing over and dreaming about.

So I guess it’s not that I don’t have an action plan. It’s that I don’t have… well, action.

And it’s not because I’m sitting around painting my nails (not that there’s anything wrong with that) or wasting hours on end watching TV (and again, there are quality programs out there worthy of the lost time) or anything like that… in fact, I can barely squeeze in time to eat (I had a frozen dinner this week for the first time in months–and I actually had to stop by the store to buy it because I don’t keep them in the freezer) or exercise (I bet the bike trail near my house thought my roller blades ran away with my Richard Simmons dvd) or studies (I had this lofty goal of improving my French and learning conversational Italian by, yanno, March… not lookin’ good.)

No, what’s been keeping me crazy busy is a) work (which would be incredibly stupid for me to give up), and b) people. Living, breathing, human people. Friends. (And a NBF who in a vague, not-sure-it-counts sort of way, forgot the N this weekend and referred to himself as a BF… but that’s another story.)

I’ve been meeting new people and seeing movies with friends and dressing up like Madonna from her Desperately Seeking Susan days (80s party!!) and generally trading in my natural introverted tendency to never leave the comfort and safety of my office chair for the excitement and chaos of a busy social calendar. (To those of you who know me well: No, I still cannot be trusted to read a calendar with any level of accuracy, so believe me when I say much hilarity and gnashing of teeth has ensued.)

Point being… none of this is writing. I can’t even call it “refilling the well”, because after (oh God–has it really been more than 3 months??) the well ought to be overflowing by now.

What do you think? Should I swap the time I’m spending with living, breathing people for the ephemeral ones flickering and sputtering in my head? Should I block out time for writing (and eating and exercising) or should I just carry on with plan-less-ness and see what life brings me?

I, too, had been Exactly Like That. (I’d actually paid money to join both RWA and my local chapter TARA, but didn’t actually get up the gumption to attend a meeting for a full calendar year.)

So then I, in my typical world domination mindset bossy style, set about delivering two pieces of unsolicited advice:

1) Finish a book. Any book. It’s OK if it sucks.

2) Join a writing chapter. And, yanno, take advantage of it.

I was pretty proud of myself for a while there. Those were my two best pieces of advice overall (for any writer, regardless of genre) and would’ve totally changed my life if I myself had followed the suggestions years earlier.

But. (You knew there’d be a but, right?) Later I got to thinking… Yanno, she’s probably trying to do #1. If she were a painter and I walked in on her laying down the background in oils, and I said, “You know what? I think you should go ahead and put the foreground in when you’re done with that background stuff.” I would look like a complete ass, right? It’s not like finishing a book hadn’t occurred to her. For all I know, she’s on page 399 with two paragraphs to go.

As to advice #2, I probably felt so strongly because I had gone through the same thing–I was under the misconception I needed to finish a book before becoming the tiniest bit active in my chapter, or they wouldn’t believe I was a Real Aspiring Author. That first book would’ve been sooo much better if I would’ve gone to a few workshops during its conception and first draft(s) (which is what prompted the unsolicited advice to join! join! join!) but would it have been salable? Meh, prolly not.

At this point, I began to think maybe I should’ve kept my big fat mouth shut and let her do her thing (which she will undoubtedly do anyway) and pursue her goals at her own pace. What’s best for me isn’t necessarily best for everyone else and all that. (Awww, life lesson.)

YOUR TURN: What do you think? Big mouth shut next time? Are there other (better?) things I should say in the future when I run into an aspiring author at those very early stages? Please give me your suggestions!