Today is the first day of' "Falling"

Ever try to back track and figure out when things happen in a book? Sure, there might references to Christmas, Valentine’s Day, Halloween and from there you figure the date. Then if you thought about it some more, you might be able to discern that boy met girl three weeks or four months before. Heck, they might even tell you it’s the middle of January. But you every know the date from a story that doesn’t specifically state it in terms of holidays? Maybe I’m the only one who thinks that way.

Of course, as an author, I’m guilty of not explicitly stating the date to my readers. Let’s be honest… as a reader I don’t usually care. I’m more interested in who the character is or what’s happening to them. But as an author, having your timeline is important – in both story and character development. But I don’t keep it generic as a timeline. I calendar it. Literally. I have a calendar with key events or chapters noted in it. For me, my first book opens on October 12. Is that date significant to me? No, not before I started writing. But when I looked at the calendar and knew what things had to happen, and in what order, I realized that some time had to pass between events and had backtracked it all to October 12. It had to be October 12.

After a bad day, I was driving home and let my mind wander to my book. It was then, in a moment where I let go of the day-to-day stresses, that I realized it was the 12^th of October. The realization hit me that I had to be around the date that the book “started”. I knew it started in mid-October. Keep in mind, I’m not referring to when I started writing, but rather what date we begin to hear Liz talking. Once I got home, I pulled out my book calendar and found I was right. It was mid-October. In fact it was that day. It was a weird cosmic thing. My book – and characters, naturally – are so connected to me that I had that sixth sense that today was significant in my book. I just didn’t realize how.

"Falling" (printed version) - Now Available!

Today I officially approved the printed copy of "Falling". It was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. It's thrilling to know that it's now available for readers to purchase in "real" book form. But scary to think that it's available in "real" book form. It's like opening it up to the world again. Yes, it was available in Kindle format for about three months now, but that didn't make this experience any less memorable.

If you've been waiting for a printed copy, you can get it now by clicking on the "printed version" link to the right or here. If you would like a signed copy, you can contact me via email to order it directly from me.

Good reading!

“Do you have any motivation that keeps you writing?” – Asked by a former student.

My motivation isn't external. I WANT to spend time with my characters. I WANT to find out what happens next. I write every day which can be tough with my schedule and all I'm involved with. If anything else, I spend time when I go to bed think about where the story "paused" in my head. I may not get a chance to write a lot (sometimes it can be just a few lines), but it's progress. Every sentence is progress. Sometimes I'm writing frantically to get every word, action, nuance down and pages pour out. But often, it can be a paragraph or two at a time. But again, it's progress. I love my characters and at the end of the day, if I've never thought of them and what they're up to, I get very agitated and antsy. So,I guess part of my motivation is my own peace of mind and soul. I'm not writing for anyone else but me. If others like it then great (and I'm thrilled that people do). But I don't do it to please others. It's the wrong thing to do for anything.

I'm on Amazon.com!

Last night I submitted my first book "Falling" (Book #1 of the Bits and Pieces Series) to Amazon.com for publishing. The significance of clicking on "submit and publish" was not lost on me. I stared at it for a moment before clicking on it. From that point on, I held my breath. It was supposed to take 24 hours for it to be published. It was around 8:30pm on Friday, June 4, 2011.

This morning, when I woke, I checked the status and it no longer said "under review", it now read "publishing". What did that mean? I searched amazon.com for my book and there it was! Available for purchase! It was surreal. It wasn't surreal like when I saw my name on the Numb3rs official website stating I won the walk-on role. No, this time I knew what to expect because I did click on the button, but it was the realization of a dream. Part of it at least. But like anything, it's baby steps. Today I took that next step. I still can't believe I can be found on amazon.com. I've released my book for public consumption. I can't stop looking at the page - maybe because it makes it real. It's no longer "eventually it'll be there". No, it's there!

I know I've avoided mentioning character names and major plot points here. And that was conscious on my part. I think it was because I wasn't "ready" to state it to the world (regardless of who I knew would or would not be reading this). But now, my world has changed.

So... Meet Liz. I know she'd love to meet you.

Deep breath...

I've been trying to get used to the idea of letting people know about my writing - the fact that I wrote a book. Well, more than one actually.

Several of my students have a project in another class that requires them to ask people a question. They video record the responses. So, over the past several days I've been asked a bunch of different questions from: "If you were stranded on an island, what three things would you want with you?" to "If your picture were in the dictionary, what word would it be under?" to "What thing would you do if you weren't afraid of failure?" My answers (in order): "My laptop, the Twilight series of books, my DVR", "Renaissance" and "Writing a book." The student who asked the last question looked at me surprised because he knew about my book. I told him, I wrote it despite being afraid of failure. It's one of the ultimate rejections... You put your heart, soul, imagination, mind into something and intellectually I understand not everyone will like or love it, it's scary to put out there.

I'm working on the final edit of Book 1. My plan is for it to be out before the school yearbook is released. Why? Well, there's a "senior dedication" in it which is by my main character. It's my own unique (or is it weird) way to launch my book.

In the meantime, I've been trying to wrap my brain around the students at school (and therefore the staff - ah!) knowing about it. So, baby steps... I mentioned to my sixth period class that after we're done with the last unit test and the final, then maybe I would read to them… a story. Of course, that led to the inevitable question “What story?” “One I wrote.” Well, that was yesterday. Today, after the lesson, the guided practice of confidence intervals and significance tests, they had about 15 minutes to get some classwork done. But it was clear that we (myself included) were done for the day. It was just one of the long days for us all. So, I said, “Maybe I should just read to you now.” They were excited.

I was so nervous. I had never been that nervous in front of my class before. I think that even includes my very first day of teaching. You never let them know you’re scared – especially when you are a new teacher. So, I never did. But this time, I felt vulnerable. They could tell. They thought it was cute.

I pulled up my book, projected it onto the screen and began reading. I couldn’t look at them. In my head, as a presenter and teacher, I knew I should. But at that moment, I wasn’t their teacher. I was a bundle of nerves and fear. So, even when I knew the next line or could pause enough to look around the room, I didn’t. I got through the prologue and the first couple pages of chapter one in those few minutes we had left in class. They were surprised how realistic it was. Many of them said they could relate. That made me relieved. But internally, I could still feel myself shaking. It lasted after they left the class, on the drive home, after I shared the experience with my husband and as I write this.

It’s official. Some of my students know I wrote a book. I wonder how long it will take for the rest of my classes to find out…

The Numbers...

I'm a numbers girl. Even before I taught math, I liked numbers. It's the engineer in me.

During the first book, I kept a spreadsheet with the chapter titles, the word count and number of pages for it. After every chapter I completed, I'd update this spreadsheet. For whatever reason, I didn't do that for book 2. I take that back, I think I know the reason - I just wanted to WRITE. The mini-accomplishment wasn't in updating the spreadsheet with new numbers, but in continuing the saga, the next chapter (or jumping to another place in the book to write that chapter). I have so much story to tell, I just kept typing/writing.

I honestly thought that I didn't even start my "stats" spreadsheet. Now that I'm almost done with Book 2 (I'm writing the ending now), I thought about it. I went to Book 1's folder, copied the stats sheet and pasted it into Book 2's folder and discovered that I had already started one. The last time I updated it was last year - 11 months ago! The "start date" I listed for Book 2 was 10/5/09. I am in such disbelief that it's been about a year and half since I started this book. It doesn't feel like that at all!

Before I update the spreadsheet, I wanted to remember some stats from my last update in June, 2010. Of course, now that I think about it, I could just start a new worksheet in the file to keep my original data. But I'm sick and coming out from end of science fair season and am a little slow at the moment. Regardless, I still want to share this information, because it intrigues me.

Started 10/5/09. Last update 6/3/10.
25 chapters (2 officially listed as "not done" but started).
4 "chapters" were partially done. These were more scenes I wrote that, at the time, may or may not be included in this book. They are included in the page and word count.
Word count: 161231
Pages (double-spaced): 596

I wrote 161,000 words in 8 months? I knew Book 2 would be "long" but I had no I idea how long. I'll find out soon when I update the stats... There was just so much story to tell! So much more story to tell.

Body language

I firmly believe that body language communicates so much. One of my first week of school lessons is about that - different ways we communicate. It's not just words. Of course, in writing, you would think that it's purely through words. But it's not. The descriptors of how a person moves or how their tone is plays a huge part in things. It can make a person seem indifferent or jealous. The tough part for me, at the moment, is my characters keep showing me different sides. I know what the underlying and overall takeaway from the scene is and how that will play into a later chapter. But, one character keeps bouncing from indifference to outright jealous and possessive. This then causes the other characters to react accordingly. And every moment I think about it, it waffles. To me, this means they haven't quite decided yet what to do. And it's the nuances of his body language that sets everything off. A glare? A dismissive glance? The clutching of a girl's hand? So, I let it play over and over in my head, writing snippets to both - I'd hate to lose the words/tones to either then kick myself later for not jotting it down like I've done on occasion. This, of course, led to me being up at 1:30am this morning and taking forever to go back to sleep - because my brain couldn't reconcile what was going on with them. So, here I sit during my prep period - sleep deprived (maybe 3 hours of sleep) and desperate to get them to settle down. But they have a mind of their own. They just use mine to communicate to the world.