I am running a contest on Twitter. This means YOU HAVE TO BE ON TWITTER TO PARTICIPATE. I'm sorry about that. It just happened that way. Which is kinda funny, because that's somewhat relevant to the subject matter of the contest.
Here's the deal: You can win a free copy of LOSING IT by writing a (5-7-5) haiku about virginity. Stay classy, please. You have to direct the entry to me on Twitter. I am: @AS_King
THE PRIZES: A brand new hardcover edition of LOSING IT. For more info, click here.
You have until Sunday at midnight!
Thursday, August 22, 2013
★ "Heart-pounding and heartbreaking...This is no fairy-tale romance, but a compulsively readable portrait of two imperfect teens learning to trust each other."--Kirkus ReviewsCocktails and tacos for everyone!
Now, the contest...
Wow. What a lot of contest entries you gave to me. Thank you! Thank you for your participation, your entries, your tweeting and facebooking and blogging. There was stiff competition and there can only be one winner, so if it's not you, console yourself by knowing 90 or so other people are in the same boat.
Kudos for the Jaws mention and for the many mentions of Janet Reid, who is a smashing woman, a great literary agent, and a game-changer. Also, applause for the mention of Miss Snark.
I want to tell you about Miss Snark and me. I am starting this blog before 9AM and nostalgia tends to grab me this early in the day. So here's a story.
If you know anything about my path to publication, you know that it took me 8 novels and 15 years to get published. You might know I got over 400 rejection letters. You might know that I started writing novels at age 24 and saw my first novel on a bookstore shelf when I was nearly 40.
If you've ever heard me talk about this journey, then you may have heard me say that there were very good reasons for my work not being accepted by an agent during those first 12 years and 7 novels. Here are some of those reasons:
- I didn't know what I was doing when it came to querying. (Much of this was before the Internet, so I had Writer's Market books and a few magazines only.)
- I wrote really shitty query letters. Sometimes overly friendly, sometimes overly snarky. Sometimes just really really weird query letters.
- My books were not good enough. (This is more important than reasons 1 & 2.)
- I was in the wrong country and was querying the wrong agents. (I wrote American stories and since I was living in Ireland, I was querying UK agents. Ireland had only one or two at the time.)
- I didn't know what genre my work fit into. It turns out it didn't fit into any one genre, but more importantly, I didn't think that this classification was useful. It is useful. How else will an agent sell it?
- I didn't really know what I was doing. It is hard to run a race thinking only of the finish line, but not really researching or understanding the course.
- My books were not good enough. (Worth mentioning twice. Still more important than reasons 1, 2, 4, 5, & 6.)
I have met writers who are eager to tell me that there is no way to get into traditional publishing now. No Way. And while I respect the growth of the self-publishing market and the many authors I know who are in it, I believe they made a conscious, intelligent decision to go that route. At least the authors I know who are kicking ass in self-publishing are doing so because they are educated and driven and they know how to do what they do.
I made that same conscious choice. After 300 of those 400 rejection letters, I stopped and asked myself what I was doing wrong. I knew my work was good enough--not the first six novels, mind you, but the ones after that. I knew I was ready to give my agent search more than a half-assed try. I had the Internet by then. And I stumbled upon Miss Snark.
I read every post on that blog in a 7-hour binge. I stayed up until 3 in the morning. I even remember the date. It was January 31st, 2006.
Up until that day, I didn't realize how not-serious I was. I was a serious writer, yes. I was a serious reader, sure. But I hadn't realized just how serious getting into this business is and how that package I first sent--a query and whatever sample an agent wanted to see--was an introduction to me. Up until that day, I didn't realize that my work had cliches in it, was sometimes too out-there, was hard to categorize (even just a little), was sometimes lazily written, was simply...unpublishable. Up until that day, I whined about how different agents want different things. I complained that writing synopses is hard. Miss Snark's archives made me see just what it would take to get here. Sounds crazy, but it's true. February 1st, 2006 I became deadly serious about what I had been trying to do for 12 years.
I got an agent a few months later.
I don't care how you publish or why or when or any of that. I think writers are born communicators and I urge you to hone your voice and get your work out there once it's good enough. I urge you, though, to be wary of anyone who tells you that literary agents are like a secret society or tells you that getting into traditional publishing requires knowledge of a secret handshake. It does not. It requires hard work, dedication and knowing the rules of the game. In self-publishing, be prepared to do what those successful self-published authors do--and be wary of anyone who suggests the journey is all about tossing out a book and waiting for it to sell. It doesn't work that way. As a self-published author, you have many jobs. The most important is to know the rules of the game before you start.
Rules. I know. They suck. I dig it. I ran off with the circus once, right? I hate rules too.
For me, the #1 rule has always been: always be writing the next book. If you want to be a writer, then this is the most important way to show that you actually know what the business is about. More books.
Write more books.
Miss Snark taught me that this is serious serious serious shit. If you feel you need some tough love and guidance, I urge you to Google "Miss Snark's archives" and read read read. (See how I didn't link that? It's because laziness is more common than hair in shower drains.)
Plural, yes. There are two.
Because it was hard. You guys nearly killed my cosmic spider.
The 100 word story--especially with the first and last sentences already written for you--is a tough gig. I think the hardest part is making the last sentence work. The next-hardest part is economy of words--telling me a whole story and not wasting one word on an unnecessary detail. Many of you managed to do these things. And so, my cosmic spider covered her many eyes and my magic 8 ball gave up. But my judges finally picked these two entries:
Amy Schaefer--You get no demerits for that entry. Win!
Lisa Aldin--You went to the edge and pulled it off. Win!
I've emailed both of you to get mailing info and I offer a serious thank you to all other entrants. There were some killer lines in there, guys. (Bill Scott: Your line about the waiter's cologne--fantastic.) And some really great entries. But we can't all win, right?
I will be posting fall tour dates soon. But for right now, I am going to write another book between revisions. This is the secret project that keeps me up at night.
Don't you love those?
Sunday, August 4, 2013
|Photo cred: Don Lafferty|
The catch: I should update you on stuff because I do that here and if I didn't, then there would be no point in having this blog and frankly, as much as I'd dig burrowing back into my blogless hole, I won't do it...just for those few times a year I post something helpful or thought provoking.
Update #1: ASK THE PASSENGERS won the Carolyn W. Field Award! Rock it, Pennsylvania librarians. Thank you! I will see you at the luncheon in October! My speech will mention Eddie Vedder at least once.
Update #2: I'm coming to three libraries in Montgomery County, PA this coming Tuesday, August 6. Click this link to see if your library is one of them. A HUGE thank you to Children's Book World for making One Summer, One Book a reality.
Update #3: I am a week or so from sending in revisions on The Book That Now Has No Title but was formerly known as Max Black and also as Glory O'Brien's History of the Future. That's not really an update, but I make my own rules here.
Update #4: Random Pictures
|When you move, you say goodbye to things.|
I carried this marlin head with me for more than 20 years.
I loved you marlin head, but you were falling apart
so I threw you away after I took a few pictures of you.
Thank you for your many years of service.
|Daniel Kraus, I don't know if you're reading but here is|
that beloved old office all emptied out.
|Along with the marlin head went this sign from my office.|
I may regret tossing this one day.
|The pagoda says hi.|
|Here is a picture of my new house.|
So this is where the contest comes in.
Want to win an ARC of REALITY BOY? All you have to do is follow 3 little rules, and you're in. Go crazy. You have two whole weeks.
- Your story MUST start with this sentence: Janet was early. **
- Your story MUST end with this sentence: Of course, she didn't.
- Your story must be 100 words or less.
PRIZE: A signed Advance Reader Copy (ARC) of REALITY BOY.
Please leave your entry in the comment area of this blog and don't forget your email address!
Winner chosen by three anonymous judges, a cosmic spider and a magic 8 ball and will be announced a few days after that deadline.
There are bonus points for sharing this contest. Let me know how you shared it after your entry.
** The author would like it known that by choosing the name Janet for the first sentence, she is not referring to any specific Janet she knows or any that you might know either. This can be any Janet. It was just the first name that came to me, and so, we're stuck with it. Your Janet can be a dolphin for all I care. The story can be in second person omniscient and be from the point of view of a microscopic skin cell that fell off Janet. Technically, Janet doesn't even have to appear again after that first sentence. I don't mind. Just tell me a story and follow the rules above, and we're good.