I believe books are magic. I read to the point of excess, hence the reviews. I'm also writing a book, which I'm chronicling here as well. I live in L.A. but I'm a New York girl at heart. I'm a total nerd, horses are the love of my life, and my sarcasm knows no bounds. If you really want more, click here.
The old lay out was really just…irking me. Every time I’d go on the site I’d frown, and that’s just not cool. I had been searching far and wide for free themes, but none had really been what I wanted…until tonight. This is a free theme by WPZOOM who have a bunch of other stellar free themes as well as some awesome premium ones. I didn’t do much. Just a bit with fonts and used @font-face for the first time (I know, where have I been, right?) to upload Sansumi onto the site (FontSquirrel rocks my socks — you all need to go check them out!). I like it. Well, for now at least. Chronically Indecisive is my very long middle name.
On The Book front, the first round of editing is finished, but of course it can’t be all rainbows. I realized after the fact that I went about it the wrong way. I used Adobe Acrobat Pro to edit the PDF I exported so I could always go back and reference the original text was versus the edits without needing to pull up two versions side-by-side. Sounded like a great idea, but now that I’m done with the PDF, I need to physically go in and edit the Scrivener file. I’m pretty much doing a second edit while inserting the edits for the first one. It’s tedious, but I guess you can never edit too many times.
I’ve been putting off re-writing my query for as long as possible, but I desperately need to get that going. I was hoping to hear back from Kat before tackling it, but I may just add her two cents in at a later date.
Yeah, I’ll get to the title of this post. I know I should be talking about my excessively long editing process, but really there isn’t much to well, talk about it. It’s slow and tedious and I constantly need to stop myself from reading it and go back to editing…two very different things. As for reading, I’m finally finishing up my re-read of Harry Potter. I’m almost mid-way through Deathly Hallows. I forgot details that makes me glad I went through the process to read them again. I’m going to write up something when I’m completely done, because it’s Harry Potter for crying out loud and it deserves a post.
But for now, allow me to gush.
I was in a horse show this weekend, my and my first time riding in the hunters since I was 17. Before that I showed once in November in the jumpers and hadn’t done anything since I was on the riding team in collegewhen I was 19. (So as not to bog down this post with explanations I’ll hyperlink phrases to definitions). Sure I’ve been riding off and on, but I haven’t had proper trainer since I was a kid. It was a good show. I can’t say “I could have done better,” because the horse I’ve been riding is difficult and hasn’t been in the show ring for a while. I’m learning so much from him though. It would bore you to tears though and unless you’re in the industry it would probably go over your head, so just take my word for it. Anyway, I forget how much I missed the competition aspect. I love riding. Horses are my raison d’etre. I always choose them. I could have triedacting again out here. I could have free weekends. I could do a lot of stuff, but in the end, I’ll always choose the horses firt.
“Bread may feed my body, but my horse feeds my soul.”
Obviously I’m not done done. It’s a book. It’s never truly done until it goes to printing. But as for the story having a beginning, end and everything that goes in between…my book is done. I was so determined to finish it by this past Monday but I was just stuck at the transition to the last scene. Sometimes my imagination gets ahead of the rational part of my brain and although this is fantasy, it needs to at least make sense within the world I’ve created. I can’t just make up something to fit my need of transition without threading into the story somehow. I sat on the phone and talked it out with my mom who is extremely rational and logical until I had something I could work with, and between last night and tonight I finished it.
I sent it back to my mom again before I have someone else read it. There are notes I have written down of things I need to remember to insert or see if I need to insert them or not. I forgot being raised religious the stories from the bible aren’t second nature to most people, but I also don’t want to overkill the explanations. Then I need to polish it. Polish it real good.
And while I’m in the above process, I’m going to begin on my query letter. Oh, I’m so scared. An actor friend argued with me that getting a literary agent is like getting a talent agent.
I just spent close to a year writing one book and now someone needs to like THIS ONE BOOK. A talent agent needs to like you as a person and your potential to act in any number of jobs that come across the table in the future. No one, unless they are already known (think celebrity, tv personality, business personality), gets signed to a literary agency without a book. A finished book.
What is this query letter I keep rambling on about? I don’t even want to explain. You can read more here.
All of the writer’s block I have has dissolved. Seriously. It started last week when this one freaking scene, not the ending, this one scene in the middle of the freaking BOOK finally came to me. I started writing and by 3am I not only had 2,000+ words down, I had an entire amazing plot hole filled. It wasn’t even a hole…that part of the plot didn’t even freaking exist until I was writing the scene. It was like, ta-da! That meant though, that I had to read the rest of the book and fix the plot where necessary. It wasn’t a huge change when it came down to it, but it required some edits. Then I figured out yet another transition I was missing. Ding ding ding! And the end, oh the end scene! It’s almost done! Legit almost done. I wrote quite a bit of it, but I need to let it settle and fester and make sure I like it tomorrow.
I had decided I was going to make the draft 65,000 words because agents and publishers don’t like reading long manuscripts from first time authors. Yeah…oops.
*Twiddles thumbs* I’m trying to tell myself how long other YA books like Mortal Instruments and Divergent are, and that it’s not as long as though. It’s only about 320 pages. Sounds ridiculous to think it is 320 pages when sometimes I thought it wouldn’t move passed 200.
So it’s now bedtime. It’s a quarter to one and I have about three or four horses to ride tomorrow and then I plan on being a hermit and FINISHING THIS DAMN BOOK. SERIOUSLY. By Sunday night this book will be DONE. I will send it back to my mom (and now my dad wants to read it) and perhaps a book loving friend and then begin my query letters!
I will be a published author. I will be a publisher author. I will be a publisher author.
Oh the edits. I know the saying writing is rewriting, but it doesn’t really hit you until you really go through it. The contradictions I find. The wait, she’s in the completely wrong mood moments. Have I mentioned I still haven’t written the end? No, that’s not true. I have the last like, page. It’s a doozy. It’s one of those endings where the reader will be like WHAT THE F I HATE YOU HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME? Which, as I reader I equally hate, but now being on the other end, I kind of love it.
I haven’t read anything new (re-reading HP lately) because Insurgent comes out in a couple days and I don’t want to be in the midst of something new and stop it. I guarantee I will read Insurgent in a day. Not even in a day, I’ll have it finished before I go to the barn at 2pm. Then City of Lost Souls comes out two weeks later and gah, I need me some shadowhunter goodness. And somewhere in between all of that, I’ll keep on trucking with this mess of words I call my novel.