My Heart Is a Vampire

I want to talk about vampires. Why? Because I’m writing about them. I’ve written them as characters before, but their stories were standalone. A novel. A short story. I love my vampires. I both pity and envy them, and they usually carry a piece of my heart with them and they embody something deep inside my soul.

But now, my vampires are part of a series. I can’t go into too many details yet because my publisher has not announced it, but I will say that I am writing a series.

I’m filled to the brim with anxiety over it. In fact, my cup runneth over. The primary reason is that I’ve never written a series before and I wonder whether I can pull it off. I had a very difficult time writing the first one in the series because a) some people felt that some of my scenes and plot lines didn’t work, and b) I had to think in terms of a series. It was quite a traumatic experience for me and it took me months before I was able to get back to it to rewrite it. Then it took me a few more months to get it done. It was a long, painful process for me.

Once I had it rewritten, I sent it off for consideration, with serious doubts that it would be accepted. It came a little bit of a surprise that it was accepted. And what do you think entered my mind?

Holy shit, now I have to write more stuff.

How’s that for anxiety?

I thought for sure that the editor was going to rip apart my manuscript. The first round of edits have come to me and they’re not as horrific as I was anticipating. But it doesn’t ease my anxiety about the next installment, or the one after that, or the one after that. I’m trying to find a way to come to terms with this series, to find a way to believe that I can do it.

I suppose I’ll get through it. The first time for anything is difficult. It’s a learning curve. The only problem is that when it comes to writing, your learning curve takes place in public. On the plus side, as you get better, people will (hopefully) notice.

I wish I could reveal the cover, but it hasn’t been done yet. As soon as it’s official—both the project and the cover—I’ll make a formal announcement and post the magnificent artwork that I’m sure it will be.

Have a great weekend.

I’m a (Writing) Aunt!

If you’ve read my blogs in the past, you might know that I belong to a writers’ group. A writers’ group can be either a very positive thing or a very negative thing. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that for most people, the experience is positive (although, I’m sure that some people have horror stories).

How can it be negative? you ask. Well, if you get the wrong mix of people, it could get dysfunctional. Like any workplace or party, all it takes is one person to ruin it for everyone else.

But when you get the right mix, it’s a safe, supportive place to nurture your writing. And when you’ve been together long enough, you start to feel like a family. That’s how I feel about my group. And when someone in your group publishes something, it’s like seeing the birth of a niece or nephew. At least, that’s how I see it.

This month saw the publication of one of my group member’s first novel. I am so excited and happy for her. I’ve been a fan of her writing for years and I know how much work she’s put into it. I and the other members of my group helped her work through it and shape it, so to see it finally out there is a proud moment. It’s like I just got a niece (which makes sense, since I’ve always thought of this person like a big sister). And like any proud aunt, I’m going to pimp her and her book here. snare

Her name is Carrie Vaccaro Nelkin and her novel is called Snare. Here’s the synopsis:

What if the one you call isn’t the one who comes?

When Fortune accepts a housesitting job in brownstone Brooklyn, she becomes embroiled in the building’s grisly history that ensnares the residents and lures back a serial killer with supernatural connections.

Patsy, the apartment’s owner, is keeping secrets. The apartment also has its own secrets that not even Patsy suspects, revolving around the ex-priest who lived there after a failed exorcism. Both Patsy and the former Father Guenther Ives have invited forces that are not what they think. Soon, Fortune is forced to confront both Father Ives and a larger, nonhuman evil.

Doesn’t that sound creepy and compelling? It is. But what I love about Carrie’s writing is that she has such a beautiful way with words. Her characterizations make you feel like you know the people in the story, and her descriptions are exquisite. She creates such a sense of place that you feel like you’ve been there yourself, even if you haven’t.

If haven’t figured it out, I have a major crush on Carrie’s writing. I wish I could write like her. But then, everyone in my writers’ group is talented and skilled—we just all have different styles. I’ve wished at different times that I could write like each and every one of them. But how boring it would be if we all wrote the same way. Every writer has something to offer.

Anyway, if you want to check out Carrie’s book, it’s available HERE.

Congratulations, Carrie!

What I Learned This Summer

I got back a few days ago from GCLS in New Orleans and wrote all about it over at Women & Words.

One of the most memorable moments for me was when Dorothy Allison, author of Bastard Out of Carolina and other works, said during her keynote speech:


Dorothy Allison keynoting

My daddy was a son of a bitch, and my mamma didn’t love me. I write to survive.

Her speech was poignant and moving, and many of us in the audience got teary. Even Ann McMann, graphic designer and author of several novels, said later at the Goldie Awards ceremony that she’d had an epiphany. She said that she was a designer because she was trained to be one, but after hearing Dorothy’s speech, she realized that she writes to survive. (You can read more about Ann’s epiphany HERE.)

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Stevie Nicks Is the Key

Once again, I’m faced with the coincidence question.

So, there was this night bird that took residence in my neighborhood. Specifically, in the tree around the block, directly behind my house. As soon as the sun went down, this little bastard would come out and start a symphony that would last all night long. As soon as the sun started coming up in the morning, it would stop. Then the morning birds would start. This went on for months.

It was a freaking nightmare.nicks-stevie 2

I have nothing against birds. In fact, I like birds. They’re beautiful creatures. But I have to get up early to go to work and I’m a light sleeper. I simply can’t tolerate this avian behavior. And every single night when this damn bird would start its squawking, the song “Edge of Seventeen, by Stevie Nicks, would play in my head. Specifically, these lines:

Well, I went searching up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find an answer
Just to hear the call of a night bird
Singing come away
Come away, come away.

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From The “It’s Freaking Me Out, Man” File

Recently, I began talking about freaky occurrences and the idea that everything happens for a reason (or not, depending on your point of view). Sometimes things happen that are so freaky that even the most stalwart person has to wonder, what does it mean?

For instance, in THIS BLOG , I talked about an incident that was so coincidental that I really began thinking seriously about this whole life-with-purpose thing. (It also brings to mind an episode of Seinfeld in which Elaine and a writer from Eastern Europe get into an argument about coincidences. Elaine says that there are varying degrees of coincidence; the writer says, “There are no small coincidences or big coincidences, only coincidences.”)coincidences

Well, this past week, it happened again.

A few years back, I worked at a travel magazine. The managing editor went out on maternity leave shortly after I was hired, so the director hired a temp (let’s call her Mary) to fill her position until she returned. But she never returned. Mary was there a few months and then a permanent managing editor was hired (Mary didn’t want the position). I did not keep in touch with Mary.

Several months down the road, I was laid off in a massive downsizing. A couple of months into my unemployment, I got an email from Mary asking me if would like to attend an off-Broadway show with her. See, she was a theatre reviewer on the side and always got free tickets to shows. I don’t know why she thought of me, but she did and I gladly accompanied her.

That was in 2009. I never saw her or heard from her again after that, but every now and then, I think of her, for one reason or another (not least of which being that the show we saw was horrible and you just can’t help forgetting train wrecks like that), but it’s not like she’s in my mind all the time.

A couple of weeks ago, Mary entered my mind—I don’t know why—but I couldn’t think of her name. The next day, I got a spam email. I looked at the person who “sent” it and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was from Mary. Someone obviously had hijacked her email account and I guess I was still in her address book.coincidences 2

The real crazy here is that I had just thought about her the night before.

But it gets better.

I was on my lunch break one day last week and was running some errands along one of the major avenues near where I work. On my way back to the office, a woman walked past me, and damn if it wasn’t Mary! I hadn’t seen or heard from this woman since 2009. Now I thought about her, got an email from her account, and walked past her on the street all within a matter of days. What the hell?!

Now, if there was a purpose to me running into her, I’ll never know. At first, I really wasn’t really sure it was her. As she walked past me, I thought, “Is that Mary? Can it be?” Then I turned and watched her continue to walk and I kept wondering. By the time I was pretty sure it was her, she’d walked far up ahead (she’s a tall woman). I had to get back to work and I was loaded down with heavy grocery bags, so I couldn’t run after her. I’d missed my opportunity to connect with her, if that was in fact the purpose of all this. All I can say is that it really freaked me out for a while.

I don’t know if this was purposeful or just a big coincidence (after this, I have to side with Elaine Benis on the matter of coincidences). It’s just another episode in the ongoing saga.

What do you think?

From the “Are You Kidding” File

I read several blogs that cater to chefs, food writers, and foodies. One post I read recently was a Q&A with a culinary R&D specialist at a large company, where she tests new products and develops and tests recipes for the company’s cookbooks and website.

Before I continue, let me give you a quick back history. Many of you know from various blog and Facebook posts that I’ve been extremely unhappy with my job situation. I took a job at a place where I never would have if I hadn’t been desperate. I’d been laid off from my last job when they downsized (cut themselves in half, really) and spent the next year and a half out of work. This was in 2009, at the height of the economic ugliness in the U.S. A friend told me about this job and recommended me. It was supposed to be temporary until something else came along. Five years later, nothing else has come along.

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