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Foreign Covers

I've been lucky enough to have sold foreign rights to many of my books and I thought I would gather the covers altogether. I'm missing a few, but am at the mercy of my publishers to get copies so what can I do... though I would like to see the Russian version of the Summerset Abbey Series!

 

Speaking of the Summerset Abbey Series,here is the latest rendition from Sweden!

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Is that not gorgeous???

Here are the ones from Portugal and France:
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Here is the original:

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Now for Born of Illusion. Here is the original:

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Here is the Brazilian cover:

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And the Italian:

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Which one is your favorite?

Thirty Steps to a Good Writing Day

  1. Make coffee. Nothing can happen without coffee. Apparently there are people out there who claim productivity without coffee or some sort of caffeine, but I’ve never met any and I, for one, doubt their existence.
  2. Drink coffee, while checking email and scrolling through social media because you can’t be expected to write while you are waking up.
  3. Make a to do list. Even if you don’t follow it, it makes you feel so much more accomplished.
  4. Do a few household chores.
  5. Exercise.  We’ve all read articles on how sitting is killing us and it’s difficult to be creative when you know damn well that every ten minutes in the chair is shortening your life span.
  6. Get a bottle of water and set it on your desk. You just worked out, you need water.
  7. Ignore the bottle of water and drink more coffee.
  8. Bring breakfast to your desk and scroll through email and social media because you can’t be expected to write while eating breakfast.
  9. Spend ten minutes on the phone explaining to your husband why you can’t pay the bills or go grocery shopping because you are working and he should respect that.
  10. Bring up your manuscript
  11. Answer some emails
  12. Watch cat videos
  13. Read a chapter of your manuscript to get into the groove and make a few corrections.
  14. Bring up the thesaurus on your computer.
  15. Scroll through twitter and see if anyone wants to write with you.
  16. Write for twenty minutes and then realize that you don’t know if this remote town in Spain had electricity in 1917 and spend another twenty minutes researching only to discover that they didn’t and now you have research what kitchens without electricity looked like in 1917, Spain.
  17. Write for twenty minutes and then realize you don’t need that scene and that you are padding and delete the only scene that mentioned the kitchen in the first place…
  18. Drink more coffee.
  19. Realize it’s lunch time and you have written one deleted scene.
  20. Eat lunch while checking social media because you can't be expected to write while eating lunch.
  21. Take a few sips of your water and congratulate yourself on your commitment to your health.
  22. Drink more coffee.
  23. Hit upon an idea and write for two hours in a vortex of creativity. Come up for air when you realize you need to make more coffee.
  24. Realize there is nothing for dinner and you really do need to go grocery shopping but you have to pay bills first to see how much money you have left to grocery shop with.
  25. Look at your to do list.
  26. Cross off a couple of things feeling accomplished. Ignore all the things you didn't get done.
  27. Drink more coffee knowing you probably won’t get any more work done that day.
  28. Console yourself that that’s okay, because you are now 1500 words ahead of where you were that morning.
  29. Try not to feel bad because those 1500 words have nothing to do with the project that has a deadline.
  30. Stop at Starbucks on the way to the store because you deserve it!

Ch Ch Ch Changes

I’ve hinted about changes in my life for quite some time and thought I would take a moment to fill everyone in. True to form, I’ll do it in bullet point because it’s just so much easier that writing transitions and it is 6:00 AM.

  • I have a new agent. This move was something I’d been agonizing over for quite some time and circumstances brought it to a head. While my former agent was brilliant, hardworking and talented, we had communication issues and often found ourselves on different pages. Even when we thought we were on the same page, it turned out to be in completely different books. She took my career further than I thought it could have gone, but in the end, when she moved to a new agency and position, I found that I was relieved. My new agent, the brilliant and talented Nephele Tempest and I communicate very well. The only problem is we tend to interrupt one another on the phone because we just have so much to talk about! She is also with The Knight Agency, a boutique agency that I have wanted to be a part of forever. I’m pretty much thrilled.
  • I resigned my position as head teacher at the day job. This is also something I agonized over as I loved the job, the kids, my boss and my coworkers. But with school, writing and teaching at Portland Community College’s community education program, it just became too much. I was really heartsick over leaving but knew it was the right decision. However, when another position became available, I realized that even though I didn’t want the responsibilities of being a head teacher, there is no reason why I can’t continue to work there for three hours a day. So YAY!
  • After I resigned from the day job for next school year, I was hired as a substitute for the Tigard/Tualatin School district as a classified substitute. I can work when I want and where I want and what positions I want and only have to give them four times a year. Even though I’ll continue working for Common Ground Extended Care, I’ll keep this one too.
  • I am going to be perusing more freelance travel writing work. I really enjoy doing it and think I can be a success at it!
  • Because of these new responsibilities, I won't be starting a fiction writing coach business this fall. This was another tough decision, but not only do I not have the time, I also really enjoy the give and take of a regular classroom like I have with my PCC gig. Plus, I'm not sure that anything that requires me to sit in front of a computer more is a good option for me. I need to MOVE more not SIT more!
  • I probably won’t be returning to school next year. I’ve weighed the pros and cons and even though I long for an English or history degree, I don’t think I want it badly enough to learn algebra for it. I’m a little ticked off that they want to make me learn algebra to get an English degree, but that’s the way the system works and they aren’t going to change it for little ole me. I still have academic insecurities and really wanted a degree but I would really rather learn to play the flute than math. This isn’t set in stone yet, but this is the way I'm leaning. Letting go of this dream has been so hard, I can't even tell you... And I could, you know, change my mind at any given moment...

So there you have it. Changes. Sometimes change is hard but it’s good too, because it makes us stretch and grow as humans. It also helps me grow as a writer and that is something I have to continue doing.

Thoughts During a Book Signing…

Before the signing: Do I have enough bookmarks? Enough candy to give away? Stickers? What if I run out of something? Maybe I should have the bookseller get me more caramels, or more water. My throat gets dry if I talk too much. I hope my mom doesn’t show up. People will think I’m not professional. God, I hope I sell a lot of books or else the booksellers will think I’m a loser…

During the signing: Oh, this is fun. More people will show up. Maybe I should call my mom. That would be nice. She loves things like this. No, she’ll just tell everyone she’s my mother and the booksellers will think I was desperate. Is that woman looking at me? No, she’s running away. Doesn’t want to buy a book. Or talk to me. No one's talking to me. Maybe I’m smiling too big. I look like a freak when I smile too much. No one likes a smiley author. I’m all by myself. Maybe I'll just rearrange these pens…

Later during the book signing: That was a nice little flurry. See people do like me.  That one person though… No, I don’t want to write your life story. Yes, I’m sure your life would make a wonderful book. Keep smiling. Twenty minutes of conversation and no book. Maybe if I rearrange the piles to look smaller, like I’m selling. The bookseller is so nice. She keeps asking if I need anything. A few more customers, I said, jokingly. Was it my imagination or did she look a bit pained? Maybe it was because of that one customer who said it looks like a great book, but they have it cheaper at Target. Well, at least I made it into Target…That's it. I'm calling my mother.

Toward the end of the signing: Can people see that I’m sweating? Why does that bookseller keep apologizing for the lack of customers? Doesn’t she know that it’s much better if we pretend that everything is fine? That they didn’t order in fifty books and we’ve sold six? Oh my god, I’ve eaten all the caramels. I can’t believe my mom said she was too busy to come down. Oh, God, even my mother doesn’t want to come to my signing. I’m doomed! I’ll never sell another book. Everyone will know… What did authors do before they could play games and read tweets on their cell phones…

End of the book signing: Thank God that’s over. Two hours and eight lousy books sold. Why do I do this to myself? I’ll never do another signing. What a waste of my time. I could be writing. I just want to escape…Oh, God, what does that bookseller want now? Another signing for the holidays? With other authors? Oh, that sounds like so much fun! Of course, just shoot me an email…

Sham Writer

I feel like an imposter.

Now, I don’t feel like this about everything I do. I don’t feel like a sham educator. Even though I don’t have a degree, I’m a great teacher and the kids at the afterschool program where I work would corroborate that, even without bribery. So would my boss. I also get consistently good reviews for my community ed writing classes. More than one student has told them that my classes are just the writing breakthrough they needed. No, this feeling of being a fake is very specific.

It’s as a writer, an author, that I feel like a total poser. Like I’ve made a writer suit and slipped it on while no one is looking. (It puts the lotion on its skin.)

Intellectually, I know it’s not true. I have seven novels published by major publishers. I’ve received wonderful reviews from well-respected industry outlets such as Library School Journal, Romantic Times and Kirkus. I have countless magazine articles in nationally distributed magazines. I’ve written for major websites, as well as a handful of startups.

Yet, I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop and for everyone to discover that I’m nothing but a hack in author disguise.

Every rejection, every poor review, every mistake in my research, every time an editor takes the red pen to my work, every time a book doesn’t do as well as expected, I’m embarrassed—like I’ve finally been caught out.

If my current success as a novelist isn’t enough, what would be? Would making the New York Times Best Seller list do it?  Would a movie deal? Would more money or more recognition ease the anxiety or would these markers of writing success simply increase my feelings of being exposed as a phony?

I’ve discovered a name to this feeling. It’s called Imposter Syndrome and it’s actually a thing. In fact, some of the world’s most successful women suffer from it. I’m not comparing myself to the likes of Emma Watson, Maya Angelou, or Cheryl Sandberg, (all of whom have said they felt like imposters), but feelings of inadequacy and the sense that we don’t deserve success can happen to anyone. Every time I credit good luck or circumstance as being responsible for my successes rather than talent and hard work, I’m giving in to that undercurrent of anxiety that when it comes right down to it, I’m just not that good of a writer.

This syndrome is often found in people who are experts in their field because experts know the more you learn, the more you have left to learn. So the more knowledge I acquire about writing, the less qualified I feel. In addition, most writers are avid readers and it’s hard not to compare… every time I read Hemingway, Conroy, Austin, Jackson, etc, I want to throw the book overboard and walk the plank.

I wish I had some kind of happy, positive solution to hand out here, but I don’t. The reason I am up at four in the morning writing this essay is because of that feeling. I only know two things: It’s just a feeling and feelings pass and I am compelled to write so I must be a writer.

At least, I think I am.

So This Happened

I'm delighted to announce that Velvet Undercover received an Oregon Spirit Honor Award from the Oregon Council of English Teachers. I am so incredibly honored. I am also excited for Fonda Lee, whose book Zeroboxer... was the winner!

You can read about it on the http OCET website!

Remembering Dad

Today my family got together to remember my father who passed away on Memorial Day at the age of 98. We had a picnic, which is fitting, because dad was known to drop everything and travel for miles for a good picnic. While I was helping mom go through the storage a couple weeks ago, I came across a little medical container of polished rocks that dad had collected out in the Arizona desert. I decided to make all his children and grandchildren a pendant that could be hung on a ribbon or a chain or even a key chain. I'm not crafty, but I think they turned out pretty well.

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I also wrote a poem that I will share here for my family who couldn't make it today... it's not really a poem, more of a word picture, really, but I think it represents my father well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Itchy Foot

Sage brush roamer
Garden grower
Rock collector
Baby holder

Home builder
Wood worker
Epic sneezer
One line teaser

Fish catcher
Picture taker
Flirty winker
Itinerate tinker

Wood stove welder
Book reader
Frisbee flinger
Terrible singer

Bloody Mary sipper
Contagious chuckler
Happy traveler
Problem unraveler

Margarita drinker
Lively thinker
Novelty buyer
Sentimental crier

Lyle George Foreman

7/10/1916- 5-25-2015

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On Returning to School, Doubts and Affirmation

So a while back I posted a bucket list of things I want to accomplish in the final third of my life. One of those things was to get a master's degree and teach college level writing, English or history. Of course, that brave young woman, (I wrote it in April, I think), had no idea just how difficult going back to school and working three jobs would be. I began my academic journey soon after and I have never juggled so much in my life. I had no clue what I was letting myself in for. (Keep in mind that I am just starting my academic career so I have years to go...)

That isn't to say I didn't rock spring term... I got a 4.0 and managed to finish a book, teach daily at an after school care program and teach a novel-writing course at my local community college.

But by the end of term, I was exhausted and within spitting distance to burn out. My father passed away just before the term finished so I can't say my emotional malaise was totally because of overwork.  However, the doubts kept pouring in. Is this something I really want? How important is being Professor Teri to me? And most importantly, what if I get there and hate it?

Isn't that frightening as all get out? It's the final third of my life, people, I no longer have the luxury of switching careers midstream because I am TOO CLOSE to the estuary that leads into the final ocean of my life... I've had cancer twice, I've seen the reaches of the horizon and I DO NOT WANT TO FUCK UP HERE.

Constantly reevaluating goals is essential to personal, professional and financial success. Things change, priorities change, circumstances change. As we gain more knowledge, we need to adapt and change up the game plan. While I'm not quite ready to give up my dream of Professor Teri sitting at an old chipped desk, surrounded by books in an ivy covered office, there are some things I need to consider.

  • My age. Would a university really hire an old professor fresh out of school no matter how many books I've had published?
  • Will I make enough money at the end to recoup the cost of attending college? (As an aside, does anyone know of scholarships for middle-class, middle-aged women?)
  • Would I want to sit and grade bad essays by students who just want to pass the class and move on? I've judged many a contest and sometimes it's just excruciating. My dream is to be a sort of  traveling professor. Teach a term here, teach a term there, dragging my happily retired hubby from place to place. Can I do that? Is that a thing?
  • Right now, I teach writing and creativity classes for Portland Community College's Community Ed Program, which means I get a ton of students who REALLY WANT TO WRITE. I don't have to follow college plans or outcomes--I get to make up my own lesson plans and only have to worry about my student's growth and satisfaction. I also give workshops at local events and conferences. I make my own schedule. Don't I already have the best part of teaching without the politics, grading and constraints?
  • I really love learning and going to school. I love being challenged. School is fun in a way that it wasn't back in the day. But do I really want to spend eight or nine years of my final third going to school?
  • Will my writing suffer? Returning to school will make be a better teacher, for sure, but will it make me a better writer?
  • Do I want to finish school for the right reasons or underneath it all,  do I want to succeed because I have an academic inferiority complex?

So there you have it--the things that swirl around in my head  at night when I can't sleep. Would love some input.

 

 

 

 

 

The Final Third: Guest Post with April Henry

So one of the things I would like to do in my final third is learn a martial art. I really don't know much about them except it looks like a really cool, tough way to keep in shape. It also addresses the things that all of us in our final third should all be aware of--balance and flexibility. I won't have time for karate or kickboxing classes in the near future but I plan on doing it at some point.

My friend, author April Henry already has.

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And she's pretty bad ass at it,  actually.

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And here's what April has to say about her love for martial arts:

A few years ago, I took a kickboxing class that was really fun. The instructor had a black belt in kajukenbo, and he started up a mini kajukenbo school at our gym. I joined because I loved the feeling. Some grappling/Brazilian jiujitsu, (BJJ), was always part of our requirements, but then our teacher began offering formal BJJ four times a week - and I go all four!

In terms of self-defense, kung fu is fairly practical, BJJ even more so. Almost all fights will end up on the ground, if they are serious. I can now take care of myself, especially if my attacker hadn’t studied any martial arts.

It’s also good for me as someone who writes mysteries and thrillers. I have even worked through scenarios of what a character could do if, say, they were being dragged out to the woods. Martial arts teaches you about fighting back, how to read a person’s thoughts (like where they are going to hit you) and how to cope with a certain level of violence.

If you are interested in martial arts, I would observe or try out several schools to find one where you like the instructor and students. Many schools will offer a free week or something similar. Look for someplace that will meet you were you are - not demand that you be some whirling dervish. I would highly recommend Westsideakf.com. Check your ego at the door and you will learn a lot!BJJ Tournament april looks dominant

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To learn more about April and her writing, visit www.aprilhenrymysteries.com

The Final Third: Part 7

This final third blog series is basically me outlining what the last years of my life is going to look like. It has helped me clarify my own personal goals and serves as a reminder of why I'm doing what I'm doing. So while it may look like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I'm actually moving ahead in a whirl of business.  So onward:

Related to getting my degree is this goal of my final third: I want to teach university level writing.

I came to my love of teaching late in life, but I realized that there were always two things I ended up doing… write and teach. I’ve been teaching children off and on for years, but last year I was offered an opportunity to teach at our local community college for their adult education program.

I absolutely love it.

I thought that my teaching talents were limited my age, but it turns out that I’m just a pretty durn good teacher. My evaluations have been great and I have multiple students who come back and take every class I offer.

 
So I have this dream… I get a master’s degree and continue to write my books and I teach at different universities and MFA programs around the country and the world. I get to see the places I’ve always wanted to see, live in foreign countries and different places and take in everything. That’s why my education is key to everything.

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Professor Teri Brown

It could happen, right?

 

 

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