Ideas anyone?

Where do you get your ideas?  I hear that a lot.  Do you?  It's kind of one of the hardest things to answer.  I know Susan Elizabeth Phillips, (non-LDS/fiction writer) always tells people that she gets them from a warehouse in Tulsa.  I think that's kind of funny.  But what makes a musician compose?  I know certain artists had muses, or certain models that they loved to paint, but lets be honest, they were usually just their girlfriends and they happened to be hanging around a lot, right?  But writers, what inspires you?  For me, it's the relationship between men and women.  That inspires me.  I love walking down the street and watching people and trying to figure out their story.  Have you ever seen a young woman stare at  a young man with adoration on her face and he's completely oblivious?  Or seeing two newly weds walking through a grocery store holding hands.  What's their story?  That's what inspires me.  I have a brother who happens to be inspired by zombies.  I know, go figure.  Turns out there are tons of people in the world who are.  I think the question should be, what doesn't inspire you, because the world is out there, and if you just open your eyes, (and your heart) you can't help but be inspired.

The Weekend Excerpt! From The Broken Road

   "Ooh, this is working perfectly.  I don't know why I didn't even think of it," Sophie said delightedly as she munched on a lettuce wrap.
     Maggie clapped her hands together happily. "Did you see his face, Sophie?"
Allison looked at the two women curiously.  She had no idea what they were talking about.
"He looked like he wanted to strangle Trey! And I love Trey, so we can't allow that, but can you imagine?" Sophie said.
   Maggie nodded quickly.  "Where's Jacie?  Her plan needed step number six: make Will so jealous he can't see straight."
  Allison frowned and felt depressed all over again.  "Would you tow stop it? Will and I are over.  He told me when he got here that he just wanted to be friends with me.  There is no more plan.  It's over.  now, the good news is that I just met Trey, and he's a lot of fun.  I'm actually having a good time tonight, even with Daphne here.  So please just let everything else go," she pleaded.
     Maggie and Sophie looked at each other and grinned as both of them shook their heads.  "Not on your life, Allie," Sophie said with a toss of her red curls.  "Will is still in love with you.  While you were dancing with trey, he looked like he was going to burst into green flames."
Maggie grabbed Sophie's arm.  "No! He looked like he wanted to grab Allison, throw her over his shoulder, and run off with her."
     Allison laughed and rolled her eyes.  "Girls, the fairy tale is over.  Time for reality.  Will has what he wants.  He has Daphne."
     Maggie looked at her like she was demented.  "Fine, if you don't believe me, then why is Will standing over here staring at you like he's starving to death and you're chocolate cake?"
    Allison looked over Sophie's shoulder and caught Will staring at her as she stood by a window all by himself.  She swallowed nervously and tried to look away, but his eyes held her.  he didn't smile he didn't blink.  He just looked at her.  it was like magnet was pulling her.  She left Maggie and Sophie without saying another word and walked over to Will's side.
     "Are you okay? You look like you're mad at me," she said quietly.
Will grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.  "What are you trying to do to me?" he asked in a low, hard voice.
Allison shook her head.  "I'm not trying to do anything, Will.  Like you said, you want to be friends.  I tried everything I could to make things right with you.  You've moved on, Will.  It's time I did too." she said, pulling her hand away so she could walk back toward her friends.
But Will grabbed her elbow and made her turn back.  "I don't want you dating Trey Kellen," he said darkly.
Allison raised her eyebrows at that and yanked on her arm.  Will kept  tight possession of it though.  "I'll date who I want to Will.  Trey is a really nice guy.  I think you'd like him."
Will's smile was almost ferocious.  "I don't care if he's the nicest guy in the world.  I'm going to pound his face into the dirt if you dance with him one more time," he promised.
Allison's mouth fell open in shock.  "Don't you dare threaten him.  You can kiss and date whoever you want to, but I'm not allowed to dance with anyone?  Will, you're always telling me not to play games with you.  But you're the one who doesn't know what he wants," she said, yanking her arm away from Will furiously.
Will sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.  When he looked back at her, his eyes were just as intense.  "I know exactly what I want, Allison.  That's the problem."

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The gift of writing

I've been thinking about writing and how it has changed my life. I'm wondering if it is a spiritual gift or a genetic gift or if I just said the same thing twice.  I've always thought of it as a gift from God and I'd remember that parable about the master handing out talents and that one guy who buried his.  I still don't get why he did that.  But then, when I look at my kids, I think, Holy cow. Writing is genetically coded into their cells just like the color of their eyes - because my kids can write.  They write WAY way, better than I did at their age.  I have a daughter who is an amazing poet.  And I'm not saying that in a fit of misdirected mom pride.  I'm in awe of her.  And my son could be a political writer for the NY Times yesterday.  Okay, I really do sound like I'm bragging here, but I swear that's not my objective.  I'm just pointing out that talent runs in our blood and it shows up in our kids.  And that goes for every parent out there.  Will it skip a generation? Sure, here and there.  I have a brother who is a great artist.  Did not get that gene.  But I have a couple children who did.  It's funny how it works, isn't it?  I think as parents, no matter what talent we have passed on to the next generation, we cultivate it.  We encourage it. And we get to watch it grow.  Now that's a gift.

Never Give Up

     I remember I was at a writer's conference with Allyson Condie and she was giving the big speach.  She read through a stack of rejection letters.  I'm talking big.  She went on and on and we got more and more depressed. For her, sure, but more for ourselves.  Because if Allyson Condie was getting rejected, oh my word, what was in store for us?  But then, she did it.  She read the very last letter.  And it was a great letter.  It was the type of letter that would have most of us running in the streets, yelling with joy and possibly skipping. Her book was accepted for publication.  By the way, that book that was accepted?  A little book called Match.  I'm sure you've seen it at Costco.  Hugely successful.  Hugely amazing.  You know the one.  So I'm not going to go on and on about this, but my point is: It only takes one YES.  Just one.  It doesn't matter how many no's you've heard.  I don't care.  It just takes one yes.  So if you have a manuscript you've submitted eight times.  Get it out.  Dust it off.  Go over it again and then try.  Keep trying and don't give up.  That and keep writing.  Because your next book might get accepted first which will pave the way for the previous one.  That's happened to me.  Anyone willing to try one more time?

I have to apologize - seriously

Ok, I have to apologize, but this is hilarious.  I had so many people view my blog yesterday, and so I was sitting there, scratching my head, and then it dawned on me.  Oh my word.  The shirtless guy on the horse!  Everyone was probably wondering if I'd taken a trip to the dark side. Would I throw away my LDS Author credentials for a life of gorgeous half naked men and half dressed ladies of ill repute?  So tempting, but nah.  Still G rated, thank you very much. But yes, I'm still giggling.  However, it does bring to mind: Sex sells.  Sex sells video games, music, movies and yes books.  I think the top book right now on Amazon (and I'm not printing the title because I'm not going to advertise it!), is pretty trashy.  I think the #1 book right now would make my shirtless horse rider from yesterday blush and run to put his shirt back on.  But why is the question.  Harry Potter, in my mind, is the most successful book series in the world/universe/existence etc. etc. besides the Bible of course.  Side note: The Bible has way more sex than the Harry Potter books.  Snogging Ron included.  But getting back to my point, Harry was so successful and he was PG rated.  Okay, okay, the movies were PG-13 but that was because of some seriously scary magic.  Let's get something like that back on top at my dear Amazon store.  Let's get good writing and fascinating plots back on top where they belong and get rid of the garbage.  Anyone disagree? 

The Perfect Cover

I think a lot about book covers.  When you're an author and you've handed your baby into the hands of the publishing company, your biggest fear is the cover.  Will it look right?  Will it tell the story in one glance?  Will it embarrass me?  Am I going to hate the color?  Every time.  Since Do Over is in the hands of my publisher even as I write, I have to admit I'm already stressing it.  I was on amazon and decided to check out a couple covers.  Now this one tells the story in once glance:

Even the title has told you everything.  Half naked guy, horse, enough said.  Right?  Now just to see the difference, check out a fellow LDS author's cover:

 Now this cover leaves a little more to the imagination.  What's it about?  The title gives me some clues, but I have to admit I'm curious.  Better check it out.

Okay, now here's one:

This covers tells you a few things immediately.  1.) It's going to scare you.  2.) Holy crap where is that little boat going and why? 3.)  The clown is going to get somebody at sometime in this book.
So this cover did it's job right?  Might not be your cup of tea (oops, apple juice), but you have to admit it's effective.

Now just for kicks and giggles, lets look at one of my favorites:

I love this one because of it's simplicity.  The title and the simple image made an impact.  All time favorite and I don't even like pink. 

What's one of your favorite book covers?  Would love to know your thoughts on covers.

How to shock people

I do shock people.  A lot.  How? I tell them I write books.  Instant disbelief.  I'm not kidding.  I guess I don't look like a writer.  But what exactly is a writer supposed to look like?  Does every single writer have to wear glasses?  I believe that's a stereotype.  What else?  Oh, I'm not a man.  Yep, I'm a woman.  Come on people, it's 2012! Oh and the biggest one.  I'm a mom.  No way can a mom, and a mom of 6 kids write books.  That's probably the biggest shocker. I was talking to a man yesterday who had a really hard time believing I had actually written a book.  He and his wife were at my house and finally one of my kids went and grabbed a few novels to show him.  He was SO surprised. Yes, I got a cheap thrill out of that and yet, really?  That much surprise? Sigh.  What about you guys?  Any funny reactions to people finding out you write?  Would love to hear them!

Excerpt Weekend! From The Broken Road

“Think of it this way. There are two mirrors,” the bishop explained.

“One mirror is held up by Satan. The other mirror is held up by Heavenly

Father. Let me explain how your father can look in the mirror

every day and truly believe that he’s a great guy. When your father

looks in the mirror, he’s hearing Satan whisper in his ear, ‘Wow, what

an amazing man. You’ve done so much good in this world. You stop

missionaries in the street to give them money for lunch; you take them

out to dinner. You have a good heart. Okay, maybe you’ve had to bend

the rules a little here and there, but it’s the end result that matters.

Your intentions were always pure. What a good guy.’ ”

The young woman rolled her eyes. “That’s him perfectly.”

The bishop nodded and continued. “But if he turns and looks in

the mirror that Heavenly Father is holding up for him, it’s a different

story. He’s not going to hear what he wants to hear. Heavenly Father

will stand there and look at your dad, and he’s going to say, ‘I love you

with all my heart, but it’s time we do something about those fangs. I

have a Son who’s a great dentist. His pliers will hurt, but those fangs of

yours have damaged too many people. They’re getting too sharp. And

all that poison you have inside isn’t doing you any good. We’re going

to have to do a little open-heart surgery before it takes over your whole

body. My Son is a good physician, though; you can trust him. It will

hurt a lot, but he’s the best. And those scales you have all over your

body? We’ve got to do something about them. The only way to get rid

of those is with the refiner’s fire. It hurts a lot, but in the end, you’ll be

the man you were supposed to be.’ ”

The bishop smiled slightly as the young woman nodded. “Do you

see why your dad likes looking in Satan’s mirror more? It’s painless.

It’s pleasant. It makes him feel good. And it’s easy.”

The girl sighed heavily. “Yeah, I get it. But how do you honor a

snake?

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When it works without a formula

     So I was thinking after I posted yesterday about that formula of all formulas and I thought about all the stories that worked without it.  I thought first about The Help.  Girl did not get boy. He turned into a real racist jerk and dumped her hard.  But girl did get job of her dreams and Abilene got the job of her dreams and Minnie too. They all got some kind of freedom.  And freedom trumps cute boy everytime. Sorry cute boys, but it's true. So even without a satisfying love story, I feel satisified at the end of that. I leave that story feeling filled and not cheated.
      But lets look at Gone with the Wind.  Huge hit.  I've read it 3 times. (Southern heritage, sorry.) Girl falls in love with wrong boy, pines and pines and pines, get's super hot other guy instead.  Couldn't care less.  Overcomes everything, get's rich, but can't appreciate what she has, so she loses super hot guy.  Now  have to admit, I always leave this story, movie or book, feeling cheated. I want to scream through the streets, 'Wake up Scarlett!  Wake up you idiot!  Go get yer man back!'.  But alas, she never wrote a sequel.   But why was that book such an amazing success?  I'm not sure that I can answer that, because if I sat down right now to write a book similar to Gone with the Wind, it would be a disaster I'm sure of it.  Let me know if you figure it out though.
     Okay, one more and this is just for any male writers/readers out there.  Star Wars.  Yes, I did it, I dared to bring it up.  Let's go back in time to the first one.  Luke Skywalker, so darn cute.  And Leia with her buns. Who could resist that hair?  Love story made in Sci Fi heaven.  But then? What? They're brother and sister?  Oh my heck, can you get grosser? Is anybody still traumatized by that?  Leia does end up with Han Solo, which hello, makes up for quite a bit, but poor Luke.  And did he ever get a girl?  No!  Never did.  He hangs out with the Ewoks.  Tragic people.  Really.  And don't get me started on Anakin/Darth.  Now please don't send me mean emails, but I'm just looking at this from a formula perspective. As an epic saga? A masterpiece.  As a satisfying love story? Eh.
     So, as you write your story, you can use the beloved formula, or you can toss it to the curb and kill off your cute guy (Titanic anyone?). Or you can jump into the formula with both feet and enjoy the soft landing of your happily ever after.  Your choice.