Work in Progress

Before I send any of my works in progress off to my editor, before I begin sharing titles and plot details, before I even finish the manuscript, I send the project, chapter by chapter to one person.  My sister.  She is the only person who gets to read everything I write, no matter what.  That’s because she’s basically the only person in the world I trust to be completely honest with me.  She’s not going to look me in the eye and tell me that a book is good when it, in fact, is not.  She tells me what works and what doesn’t work, if something fits a character, if the plot is just totally and completely useless, etc…  It takes a good friend to tell you that they love your writing.  It takes a sister to tell you the truth.

I know I can trust her, not only because she’s my sister and I know she’s not afraid to be honest with me, but because she’s an even bigger reader than I am.  Seriously.  I read a lot.  KJ devours books.  She is the ultimate book consumer.  This is why she is always my primary reader.  She doesn’t edit.  She just reads.

Last night, we were texting about a lot of different things and all of a sudden, she says to me, “Not gonna lie, but I think the reason I like <Current Work in Progress Title> so much is because it’s the greatest source of wish fulfillment I have ever read.  Don’t get me wrong, I love Cemetery Tours, but you are an amazing YA author.  Like, if I was fifteen and you weren’t my sister and I found this in a store, I would eat it up.  And I’m not just saying that because it’s wish fulfillment.  I’m saying that as someone who literally went to the library every day in 7th grade and read every YA book there.”

Can I just tell you that is the best compliment I have ever received from anyone?!  Especially my sister.  She and I are always supportive of one another, but neither one of us are the type to say something like that unless we really mean it.  It meant more coming from her than it would anyone else because I know she hates phony compliments as much as I do.  I really didn’t know what to say!  I can tell you right now, however, that she’s got me so, so, so excited to keep writing this book and to finish it hopefully this month so I can get it out ASAP!  Don’t worry, I’m not going to rush it or put out a book that’s low quality just because I’m eager to share it.  But I am so, so, so excited about it now!  Her words totally and completely made my whole day.

Cemetery Tours 3 is still definitely on its way, and so is the new series I’ve been talking about.  That’s what I want to do with my life.  I’m telling you, I want to be Meg Cabot who has like, a million different series.  I’m just interested in so many different things and types of stories.  I used to think that my addictive personality was something of a curse.  I love the ocean and I love Scotland and I love ghost stories and I love boy bands and I love fantasy and I love magic and I love forests and I love chick lit and I love folklore… I used to wonder what I was going to do with myself with so many different interests… Interests that really have absolutely nothing to do with one another.

I can’t believe it took me so long to figure out the answer was writing.

New Beginnings

This was a busy, busy weekend.  It actually started Friday afternoon when my mom and took my baby kitty Midnight to the vet for her check-up.  Midnight does not like the vet.  At all.  She’s very vocal about this.  Thankfully, after her check-up, the vet gave her a clean bill of health, except for her heart murmur for which she is being treated.  So yay! I have a healthy kitty!  And she even seems to have forgiven me for manhandling her and taking her to the doctor.

Saturday was a big day, not really for me personally, but for my church.  I’ve touched on my faith here in this blog on occasion, but since this is a blog intended mostly for updates on my work as an author, I don’t delve into personal topics very often.  My relationship with God falls under that category.

I’ve been a member of my church since before I was born.  My grandparents were founding members and my mom has been a member there all her life.  As it turns out, my mom is even BFFs with the Bishop of our Diocese (who also bought a copy of my book… Oh Lord…).  I could probably write a book just about growing up in that church, the people I’ve met, and the adventures I’ve had as a result.  However, the book would also include some less pleasant stuff, stuff that I really don’t want to go into for the sake of my church and the people it involved.  If they read this blog, I’m sure they’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.  Hopefully, they don’t.  It was nothing illegal or taboo or anything.  But it was hurtful.  And it was wrong.

The incident that I’m talking about ignited a part of me that, honestly, I wish didn’t exist.  It’s the part of me that holds grudges and doesn’t forgive easily.  It also marked the beginning of a time when, honestly, I did not feel all that welcome in the church.  I still went, but the atmosphere there changed.  I no longer felt God’s presence.  It all seemed a show.  I’m glad I had my camp in the summers, because I felt closer to God there than I have anywhere else on Earth, except perhaps Scotland.

I could ramble on about this forever. The point is, our church went through a phase where I was not proud to be a member.  However, on Saturday, we welcomed our new Rector, and let me tell you, this guy is the real deal.  I don’t know him very well, but just from having heard him speak, I know he’s going to do good things for our church.  The energy he exudes and the energy he ignites in the congregation is extraordinary.  Once again, I’m feeling hope and excitement and joy inside our church.  I feel God’s presence there again.  I’m so thankful to have our new Rector and to see our church revitalized.  I think he’s going to do amazing things, and I hope he inspires our church to do amazing things as well.

That night, I went and hung out with my dear friend and editor Kit Kat and her new boyfriend and some of his friends.  We played Cards Against Humanity (always a fun time) and then we built a campfire and sat around and drank hot chocolate.  It was lovely.

And of course, all the while, I’ve been hard at work on my #NaNoWriMo project.  I’m still working on Cemetery Tours 3 also, which I think is going well.  My primary reader AKA my sister seems to be liking it, but she’s really liking the NaNo project.  I don’t know.  I might just have to publish it under my real name.  And why not?  I’m kind of proud of it.  It’s fun.  It’s SO different from Cemetery Tours but you know what? That’s not a bad thing.  I’m proud of both of them.  I think they’re both pretty awesome.  I should, I’m the author, but still!

I’m sure I’ll do a more in-depth update on NaNo later on this week.  For now, have a pleasant Monday!  And sound off in the comments section how your NaNo project is going!

#AmWriting

Hi, friends!

Well, after another busy, busy week, I am finally getting back to my bliss: reading and writing. It’s been so nice. It’s been especially nice because we’re smack dab in the middle of the hottest months in Texas and… IT’S COOL OUTSIDE.

I’m not kidding. It’s been like, 80 degrees around here. Do you know what 80 degrees is to a Texan?! It’s sweater weather. I had coffee and tea with a friend the other day and we couldn’t stand around outside because we were getting chilled. THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN IN TEXAS.

Anyway, the lovely weather, naturally has inspired the burning of fall candles and the viewing of several M. Night Shyamalan movies in anticipation of autumn. Now that it’s August, the Smith family will begin celebrating all things Halloween.

I seem to have gotten off track. I set off to write a blog post about writing and I somehow ended up telling you all about how much I love Halloween and fall. But everyone loves Halloween and fall! It’s the best part about summer ending. And let me tell you, I love summer. It’s my favorite season. I am a summer kind of girl. But I can never say I’m sad to see it end because I’m always so excited about autumn.

Now that this week is over and things are slowing down a bit, I’m thrilled to be able to get back into writing, especially since right now, I’m working on two books. The first is the third book in the Cemetery Tours series, and let me tell you, I am so excited about it. It’s going to be so much fun to write this one. The others were fun too, but oh my goodness, this one is going to be cool. Then of course, I was driving the other day, and suddenly I knew exactly what I was going to do with the fourth one, so now I’m looking forward to finishing the third one just so I can get started on the fourth!

The second book I’m working on, as I’ve mentioned before, is the first in a brand new series. It’s one that’s been in my head for a while, but for some reason just never worked on paper. Well, I finally figured out what I was doing wrong and how to fix it. Once I get closer to publishing it, I can tell you more about it, but for now, I’m just having a blast finally writing it the way it’s meant to be written. I’m writing it so fast that I know I’m going to have to go back and make several revisions. However, with a brand new project, that’s bound to happen. Getting a first draft out is my main priority right now and I’ve got to be honest, I’m loving it.

I’ve also been keeping an eye out for more events that I can attend in the area. I still have a few emails to send and a few calls to make. But hey, that’s just the life of an independent artist. It doesn’t matter if you’re a writer or a musician or an artist or a filmmaker. When you’re independent, there is always something you can be doing.

And with that, I’m going to leave you with this awesome quote I saw the other day when my friend and I were having coffee (though technically, I was having tea because I don’t like coffee).