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  • KameronHurley
    It’s the end of 2011, and it’s been a bloody busy year for me.

    I had two books come out this year, signed a contract for a third, switched day jobs, experienced some medical madness, fought hard to get back into some semblance of fitness, and am just about done with a draft of aforementioned third book.

    Along the way, I learned some things about the skills I needed to be a better writer – both on the business side of things and the personal side of things.

     1)      I need to learn to write faster. Maybe some of this is knowing the demands of the marketplace. Maybe some of it is just being very aware of my health, and how it may be that I have a few years less to knock out books than maybe some other people do. Whatever the reason, I need to stop being happy to squeeze out 200 or 500 words a day and start actually… writing books like a professional. That means no longer pecking at the keys like this is a fun hobby, but sitting down, planning out my scenes, and knocking them out like a professional, the same way I do at my day job. Fiction writing may be more fun, but that’s no excuse to treat it like an idle pastime. I treat my night-job writing a lot more seriously now, and the simple act of planning  a scene before I open my manuscript has worked wonders.

    2)      I need to stop making excuses. I had all sorts of excuses this year for being tired and cranky and not writing enough. I had a couple surgeries. I switched day jobs. I had two books come out back-to-back (trust me, six months apart feels like thirty days in writer time).  I read too many reviews.  But at the end of the day, the world doesn’t care about your excuses. It cares about results. You only have so much life, and the clock is ticking.  As with fitness, writing is something you need to build into your schedule according to what your deadlines/goals are. You should build everything around the work, instead of trying to shoehorn it in.

    3)      Some fights are worth fighting. Every time I got a draft cover from my publisher, my whole body tensed up and my stomach sank. I hate conflict, believe it or not. I hate being “a problem.” But I also know that if something is important to me, I need to say so, even if it’s uncomfortable or difficult. I worked with my publisher and the cover artist until we got the covers right, even though some of the discussions left me sleepless and anxious.  As writers, we’re responsible for the images we put onto the page, and if your publisher values your opinion at all, it’s also your responsibility to do what you can to ensure your cover is right. Luckily, I had a great publisher and a fantastic cover artist, and in the end, it all turned out great.

    4)      Negotiation will get you everywhere.  I had a girlfriend once who taught business negotiations to MBA students. Living with her for four years, I was privy to a lot of discussions about how to negotiate for things that you wanted.  I learned about BATNA, but most importantly, I learned that women were far less likely to negotiate than men were – whether it be the price of a car or a job offer or a book contract. There are all sorts of reasons for this, and I know that for me, much of that had to do with aforementioned aversion to conflict. You’re supposed to be happy and thankful to get anything for your work. But when you look at the numbers, and how a mere 2% negotiation in your pay rate can add up over time, you have to realize that nobody is just going to give that to you. You have to ask for it. And, if necessary, fight for it. Even if you can only ask for 2% or even 10% – do it. A job offer, or a book offer, is just that – an offer. Figure out what you want/need, talk it over with your spouse or agent as the case may be, and just bloody ask for it.  Generally, this gets easier the more you do it.

    5)      Write what you love – because nobody else is going to. This is actually a really important thing to hang onto in the “everybody needs to write YA vampire fiction to be successful” age. I read a lot of “reviews” from people who either couldn’t make sense of my books at all or who just despised anything dark and morally ambiguous with a lot of violence and swear words. These were not my target readers. But when I started writing my blog back in 2004, originally titled Brutal Women, I found a whole lot of other people like me. Women who wanted to be strong – who *were* strong – physically and emotionally. Who liked morally ambiguous fiction.  Who were tired of Urban Fantasy that was 90% romance and 10% action, with the usual pat plot formulas. I knew these folks were out there. I just needed to find them. If you think these books are a love letter just for you – I can tell you that yes, they are. I wanted the same kind of books, and because I didn’t find them on the shelves, I went and wrote them myself. There are other people like you out there. They will love what you write. Have some confidence in your story, and your own unique voice. At the end of the day, anybody can write any knockoff of anything. There’s no shame in it – money is money, afterall – but you’re far more likely to get attention writing something only you can write than writing something anybody could write.  

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  • This week’s topic is  ”What was the year like for you as a writer.” Such a topic is dangerous for me. It encourages me to navel-gaze, something I’m far too good at. So, honoring the mood of the season, I’ll try to keep it moderately brief, and hopefully maudlin as hell.

    2011 was the third year I’ve lived without a day job (though the first year, 2009, was a partial one). I like it. I’ve also loved my day jobs, but there’s something exceedingly “special” — in both its ironic and non-ironic senses — about being able to focus totally on reading and writing.

    And when I say reading and writing, that’s what I mean. Reading is the side of the writing life that I never thought I’d like so much, and for me, it has to be a daily occurrence, or I lose a sense of what I’m here for.

    In 2011, Night Shade Books published my first novel under my own name, The Panama Laugh. One of the prompts for this week’s topic is “How have things changed for you pre- and post-publication,” and the answer is that it hasn’t changed that much. It’s delightful to get paid for a piece of work you love, and it’s indescribably wonderful to have people enjoy it. But even so, what I look forward to most is writing the next page.

    Too many other things have changed in the world for me to generalize what 2011 was like for me personally. Too many personal things were weird and wonky, to the point of disaster, this past year, for me to give a damn about any of this writing crap. I like doing it. I’ve always liked doing it. That said, it is a pain in the ass, and most days I’d rather swallow hot coals than put words on the page.

    I do it because I don’t know any better. I do it because I’m incapable of taking logical steps to better my life. I do it because I’m stubborn as hell. I do it because I love the human race, and if I tried to express it any other way, I’d explode. I do it because I hate the human race, and if I tried to express it any other way, they’d (rightly) throw me in jail.

    I do it because I probably occupy some kind of space on the autism spectrum, and writing half-completed action novels is one of my tics. I do it because, look, here’s another year drizzled by, I’m almost dead, and I don’t have any sense of what that means. I’ve got a hellhound on my trail; I always have, and those of you who don’t, or think you don’t…well, no offense, but I just don’t understand you. That’s okay, though…you probably don’t understand me, either, so it’s cool.

    People who live unhaunted are different than me in some essential way. I’m not sure if I envy them or resent them, but I know I’d rather be them than me. Nobody asked, though, so here I am.

    Writing and reading are the only activities that help me be OK with that.

    There you go: maudlin navelgazing for Christmas. Hope your 2011 was as splendid as mine.

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  • It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
    English novelist (1812 – 1870)

    I found that being a debut author was much like losing my virginity, my first real work day at my first real job, or  my wedding day.  It was much like Christmas  – lots of hype, kinda schticky, and at the end I can’t decide if I really enjoyed the experience or I am just so glad it is OVER.

    It’s cool.  I’m American.  We dig schtick here.  We do ‘over-rated.’  We are so goddamn bored, we’ll try to enjoy pretty much anything.  Otherwise, every day is just another day.  I’ve had 12, 742 days so far and, I’ll be honest, even the standout days are starting to run together a bit, you know?

    Sure, I remember my wedding.  What was I thinking with that green dress and, Jesus, how was I so fat and wasn’t my guy just the handsomest ever?  I remember the days my kids were born.  Bit of a gore-fest there and how often am I screaming naked bleeding in a room full of people?  Can’t forget those days if I tried.  Really, if there’s one thing experience has taught me is that, on momentous occasions, I tend to remember what I was wearing.  Neurologically, that’s interested, sure.  But….

    It’s really just fine.  Sure, I was a tad bit disappointed to discover that fame and fortune are, in fact, not a normal part of the published author gig.  I was slightly disheartened to find that I would never be able to quit my day job and write full time.  That’s life, though, isn’t it?  That’s the deal.   I will say that I feel this part of my life is that weird draggy ending bit to the second book of a trilogy.  Sometime soon though, I plan to shock the peanut gallery with a totally killer sequel.  Not just the climactic ending to a trilogy but in fact the open-ended third book in a long running series.  It’s totally going to be epic.

    OK, bored with attempting the angsty introspective nerd girl perspective there.   If this were a piece of fiction, I’d be writing about robots attacking right now.  Space ninjas.  Killer mutant sheep.  Anything more interesting than this suburban American pathos.  If I learned anything from this year it is that I think I’m done with writing YA.  I spent a year trying to remember how I felt and thought as a teen and… Screw that.  It was a train wreck back there and if I could fry out every single synapse that remembered those days, I’d do it.    The future.  That’s where I live.  I’m writing about sexy old people from here on out.

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  • I know this post is supposed to be about the year in review, but I think it’s very much about looking forward as well.

    One thing this year has taught me is that “I can do it again,” meaning I know how to write a novel more than once. The Winds of Khalakovo came out this year, but I turned in Book 2, The Straits of Galahesh, a few months back, and I’m well on my way to completing the first draft of Book 3. So I’ve gained a sense of confidence that I can do this at a high level. And this is important. Ever since I’ve started writing novels and short stories, it’s always felt like I won’t be able to do it again. Like “this time” was a fluke, and the “next time” the story’s going to fall flat on its face. Never is this feeling more apparent to me than in the first third of writing a new book. I’d written three books before Winds was picked up by Night Shade, so I’m essentially writing my sixth book now. And damned if the same feelings don’t crop up again and again, even on Book 3. But now that I’ve gotten some good feedback from my editor and my beta readers on Straits, I’m more confident that it, and my writing, are doing fine.

    So in some ways, this is a transitional period for me. I have the first year of publication under my belt. I’ve learned a lot in the past year, not just in how to write, but how to promote, how to balance my time, and deal with the pressures of publication. In other words: I’ve learned how to be a professional writer. A young pro writer, mind you, but a pro nonetheless.

    The second thing I’ve learned is that I really, really like this business. It pays chump change a lot of the time, and there are a lot of things that are a pain to deal with, but the act of creating something from scratch and sharing it—which assumes, of course, that people are reading your stuff—is really gratifying. And it’s enjoyable to be around so many other creative people. It’s why I’ve gone to conventions and such in the past, but more doors have been opened for me this year, and I’ve come to enjoy those new interactions—with my publisher, reviewers, bloggers, and other authors. (more…)

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  • The fabulous Scott Lynch once told me that debut authors exist in a state of grace. This, because I lived in constant terror for eight months — fear that I was going to screw everything up. Largely, he was saying that other published authors tend to be patient because they remember the overwhelming excitement and disbelief and insecurity of dreams becoming reality. And thank the gods for other authors’ memories, patience and kindness. That’s what made this blog so great. Being able to compare notes and understand what was normal was invaluable. None of us would pull through the debut stage without the writing community because the debut stage is, to be brutally honest, not all sunshine and puppies. People crash into walls for a reason. Oh, don’t get me wrong. There are definitely puppies and sunshine, but sometimes the puppies you get haven’t exactly gotten all their shots and go a bit… well… rabid. We all make mistakes. Hopefully, we all learn from them too. You’re damned lucky if you’re surrounded by loving people who understand this and love you anyway. But not everyone will love you anyway. That’s life.

    Things to remember: you’re only a debut author once.

    No matter the pain and frustration, it’s worth every damned second. I’d discuss all the crazy happy, but it’d feel too much like bragging. Also? No one has the same experiences, and sometimes people can’t help making comparisons. It doesn’t matter that this isn’t a competition. Some will make out otherwise, but I’d prefer not to be one of them. No one writes exactly the same as anyone else. No one’s career goals or career paths are exactly the same. (Thank goodness.) Another thing to remember is that life isn’t fair, but it’s best not to dwell on that fact. Such things only make you bitter. You have to trust that it’ll all work out in the end. (It’s also important to do your part in seeing that it does, but that’s another story.) Courtney rightly compares the first year to a roller coaster. Although speaking for myself, it felt more like when I first got my driving license. (Ah, you knew cars would come into it somewhere, didn’t you?) You’re given funds for an automobile that you’ve built yourself and then you’re left to navigate on your own. There was a great deal over which I had no control. (Other peoples’ driving habits, road conditions, and the possibility for accidents, if you want to continue with the analogy.) There always is in life. There were certainly people who helped along the way, people without which I wouldn’t have gotten as far as selling the books to Night Shade — a lot of them. Outside of my husband, the biggest were Charles de Lint, Holly Black and my agent Joe Monti. I can’t thank them enough. It’s impossible. There are also the readers, booksellers and reviewers. They’re the biggest factor of all, and most of them I’ll never meet. Thank goodness for them, nonetheless.

    I wish I could say that there’s only one direction to go from here, but that’s not true. The stakes only get higher and the pressure to perform more… ah… pressure-y. (As Martha Wells points out.) Being a writer is about being strong enough to take the punches. It’s also about remaining open, sensitive, and honest because without that your writing suffers. Writing is an art form, after all, and conveying emotion is key. Otherwise, you might as well be writing a technical manual.

    How was 2011 for me? Wonderful, magical, mundane and frustrating all at once. There are things I did and said that I wish I hadn’t. There are things I didn’t do and didn’t say that I wish I had. Everything went too fast and too slow all at once. My life utterly changed, and yet, it didn’t change in the ways I thought it would.

    But if I were to sum up 2011, I’d say it was perfect.

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  • Courtney SchaferOh you guys, what a year. Way back in January when the Night Bazaar first started up, the August publication date of The Whitefire Crossing felt so far away. Heck, I hadn’t even officially signed the contract (my agent & Night Shade were still hammering out details), I hadn’t yet gotten an edit letter…I kept thinking I’d wake up and find out the whole book deal thing was all a dream, or maybe one of those Candid Camera-style jokes.

    And now here we are, end of December. The book’s been on shelves for months, and I have honest-to-gosh reviews and emails from readers and pictures and everything to prove to myself that yes, I am a published author.

    Yet sometimes it still feels unreal. I’ve had a lot of people ask how publication has made a difference to my writing, and my life. I think they’re hoping that I’ll say that now every day is rainbows and sunshine, that I attack the blank page full of unshakeable confidence in my own prose. (more…)

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