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And the story changed again.... by Brenda Janowitz

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One summer, when I was single, Grandma Dorothy informed me that she would be renting a house in the Hamptons. No more of these silly share houses I was doing with my friends each summer. They were getting me nowhere (read: still single and over thirty). Instead, I was to stay with her and she would help me meet someone. The only problem with this scenario was that I was sure she’d meet a man before I did. She had sparkling crystal blue eyes and a killer figure. My own hazel eyes and good birthing hips were no match for her easy glamour and style.

When she found out that a Hamptons summer rental costs more than the gross national product of some countries, the idea sort of fell apart. But it gave me an idea—what if a young woman spent the summer out in the glamorous Hamptons with her even more glamorous grandmother?

The idea for my third novel was born.  It would be called RECIPE FOR A HAPPY LIFE, and it would feature an impossibly glamorous grandmother and her not-as-glamorous granddaughter.

Both of my own grandmothers really inspired me to come up with the character of Vivienne, the glamorous widow six times over. Neither was a widow six times over, but both of my grandmothers were very glamorous ladies. When I think of my childhood memories, I’m not likely to picture them in aprons baking cookies. I picture them in evening gowns.


I began to write.  My first two novels would be classified as “chick lit,” which is to say they’re smart, funny novels with heart about a single girl living in the city. And that’s exactly what I was at the time. But just as I’ve grown up, my writing has grown up, too.

RECIPE FOR A HAPPY LIFE is different from my first two novels in so many ways. In my first two books, I was really focused on writing a funny story. The sort of book that would make you embarrass yourself in the subway from laughing (I’ve gotten that email from numerous readers and it makes me smile each time someone tells me that!). The sort of book that could make you forget your problems for an afternoon (two different people read my second novel while getting chemo and told me that it helped them to keep a smile on their faces through an awful situation). The sort of book that’s just meant to be read on a plane, or a bus, or a beach (you could also read them on a subway, on a train, or by a lake. I don’t discriminate.).

With RECIPE FOR A HAPPY LIFE, I was looking to do something different. Something more grown up. Something deeper. The idea for the book—a granddaughter and her grandmother out in the Hamptons for the summer—was originally played for laughs. Much was made of the fact that the grandmother meets a man before her granddaughter does.  But the book changed.

I did the first major overhaul of the novel while I was pregnant with my first son. Everything was different for me—I was changing as a person, my voice was changing, and so, too, did this novel. I began thinking more deeply about the ties that bind mothers and children, grandmothers and grandchildren. How we hurt each other. How we can forgive. What that means.

When I was six months pregnant and almost finished writing the book, my mother was rushed to the hospital for emergency open-heart surgery. It was the most harrowing 24 hour period of my life (until I had kids, but that’s another story entirely), and even though my mother made a full recovery, it took me a long time to recover myself. It was the same time that I was writing a death scene for RECIPE and it was impossible to write. I was still so scared from almost losing my mother. I wrote it quickly, tried to get through it quickly, and one of my first readers, author Lynda Curnyn, called me out on it. She told me that this wasn’t the time to write a death scene. I needed time away from it. I needed to heal. I needed to process.

She was right. It took me another year until I was able to get the scene right. And the book changed again.


RECIPE became another book entirely, and I’m happy about that.  I’m always happy to follow the story, see where characters lead me, get lost in the craft of writing.




I’m the author of SCOT ON THE ROCKS, JACK WITH A TWIST, RECIPE FOR A HAPPY LIFE, and THE LONELY HEARTS CLUB.  My short story, HOLLYWOOD PUNCH, will be released on September 2nd.


My work’s also appeared in the New York Post and Publisher’s Weekly. You can find me at brendajanowitz.com or on Twitter at @BrendaJanowitz.
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I recently finished writing my debut novel for girls. Again. It only took four years, six versions, eight titles and enough coffee to keep Dunkin Donuts in the black, so to speak.

One would think that a book requiring this much time and effort would have been written by a beginner. But THE MIDDLE SCHOOL MEDIUM is my fifth novel. Which is why my dear father would say, “Confidence is that feeling you have right before you understand the problem.”

What took so long? 

When I began I was sure that between my experience and the shorter word count, I could wrap this project in six months. I was also sure that it would be easy to razzle-dazzle girls with my “high spirited” humor. They would laugh the whole way through and never see the preachy stuff coming.

Ha! My first attempt was a witty tale, but my beta readers were a group of seventh graders who turned out to be mini New York Times critics. They were not in love. For starters, they told me that I sounded like an adult trying to sound like a kid. Ouch. They also said that although they weren't boy crazy, most girls they knew were, and the story was boring without any guy characters. Double ouch.

In the next version, my main character was more authentic, her plight more dramatic and now there was a boy. A cute boy. Ahh, but apparently now there were too many adults. I was urged to ditch the grown-ups. Think Charlie Brown and the Muppets editors said. They should be seen, but never heard. Gotcha.

In the novel that followed (referred to as the anniversary edition) I created a plucky, indomitable main character who occasionally passed tall people in her house, but didn’t have much to do with them as she was too busy being in love. Editors urged me to keep going but to ditch, well, everything. Clearly I could entertain, but my character’s journey wasn’t compelling, captivating or full of complexities.

Wait. You mean it had to read like an adult novel? Why didn’t anyone say so? My next step was to re-read my four novels. Then I had an ah ha moment. I didn’t need to abandon my voice and style to appeal to a younger reader. I just had to tell a story that mattered.

I started over and now hopefully the jury rests. THE MIDDLE SCHOOL MEDIUM is funny, touching, and an honest exploration of family, fate and friendship. Mostly it’s a heartfelt tale of a lonely thirteen-year old girl who is accused of practicing witchcraft after a TV medium helps her connect with her dead mother. And if you remember middle school, you do not want to be accused of anything.

And yes, there is this boy...

I never imagined it would take me this long to connect with Stella Jacoby, my heroine, but I don’t regret the journey. I so enjoyed being immersed in her world and rediscovering how challenging it is to transition from an innocent girl to strong-willed teen. And my hope? That when published, readers will hold this novel to their chests and think, wow. That was a great ride!

Or as Stella so aptly says, “Sometimes when you think your life is falling apart, it’s really falling into place.”

Saralee Rosenberg is the author of  A LITTLE HELP FROM ABOVE, CLAIRE VOYANT, FATE AND MS. FORTUNE and DEAR NEIGHBOR, DROP DEAD (Avon/HarperCollins). Visit her website. www.saraleerosenberg.com

How to Summon the Writing Gods

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By Karin Gillespie 


 Post originally appeared  at South Journal 85

I once ran into a Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist in a ladies’ room at a writer’s conference. She slipped into a stall and I could hear her peeing. The whole time I was thinking, “Pulitzer Prize-winning novelists have to pee?”

Obviously they do. They also probably burp and sneeze and maybe even snore but their writing is so impressive sometimes it’s hard for me to imagine it comes from mere mortals.

In fact, when I was a beginning writer I used to assume that certain authors had a direct pipeline to the writing gods who sent them down a steady supply of flawless prose anytime they sat down at a computer. I also thought that these gods were exceedingly elitist, and only showered special writers with their gifts. 

When I put my fingers on the keyboard, I imagined the gods rolling their eyes and saying, “Her again? Toss down a few clichés and some stilted sentences. That’s all that hack deserves.”

But then one night, many years ago, I was writing a freelance theater review on “Richard III” for my local newspaper; it was a rush job and had to be completed in two hours. I was in panic because I’ve never written anything decent in that period of time, and I was still pretty new to the writing game.
I threw myself into the review and the next day when I read it in the paper, I was afraid it was going to be terrible, but, to my surprise, it was fresh and invigorating. In fact, it was so good I couldn’t believe I’d actually written it.

Getting Out of Your Way

Artists at all levels of mastery have had similar experiences. I once read that the actor Lawrence Olivier came off the stage after his most brilliant performance of his life. Supposedly he said, “I know it was my best work ever, but I have no idea how I can replicate it.”

I can relate to his bewilderment. How can we repeat those moments in writing when we are just not at our best, but better than our best? How can we more consistently unearth gems and gold doubloons instead of old shoes and rusty nails?

The obvious advice applies: learn your craft, keep butt in chair. But I would also add some additional advice: Get the hell out of your way.

I think the reason my theater review was so good was because I didn’t have time for my usual writing mind-crap, i.e., the need to impress, the near constant belittling, and the occasional delusions of grandeur. My mind was clear and focused on my purpose, making me an excellent conduit for the writing gods’ gifts.

Tricking Yourself 

Of course getting out of your way is easier said than done. For me, meditation helps enormously. Twenty minutes every day I sit and listen to the voices in my head. The more I observe those voices in action, the more I understand how frequently they undermine my creative work. They are like kindergarteners in need of a nap. They always seize onto first idea because they want to get the writing over with or they’re attracted to derivation because, “it made that other kid famous and I want to be famous too.” Or they resist a needed revision because, “It’s good enough. I’m so sick of this.”

It’s seems ludicrous that we would actually listen to these wrongheaded voices, but the truth is, many of us not only listen to them but are ruled by them. Meditation doesn’t completely quiet them, but we are also less likely to give into their wily demands.

Sometimes I’m tempted to yell at these voices, “Quit being such brats!” but I think it’s a better strategy to be kind and patient with them and say, “You kids play nice for a while. I have to work right now.”
Then I sit down and write my head off before the voices get restless. Does this make me write like a Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist? Nope. I still write like Karin Gillespie but sometimes, with the help of the writings gods, I write even better than she does.


Karin Gillespie is the author of five novels and has MFA in creative writing from Converse. Dig this post? There's more where that came from:  Sign up for my mailing list here

The A-MAZE-ment of Writing

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 by Barbara Claypole White



Our new topic at the Girlfriends Book Club is writing through the corn maze and how we handle stories that start in one place but end up somewhere else. For me, unexpected discovery—which includes wrong turns, false starts, and dead ends—is the true joy of writing fiction. It’s how I unearth the real story, often hiding outside my carefully constructed comfort zone. The story I end up writing is never the story I started.

My debut, THE UNFINISHED GARDEN, began life with a different hero…until I imagined a guy called James Nealy speeding through Chicago at night in a convertible Alfa Romeo, trying to outrun his obsessive-compulsive disorder. I never used that scene, but it led me to James. Once I found him, I finally understood the story I had been working on for years.  

Next up? THE IN-BETWEEN HOUR, which came to me as a ghost story—with historical and contemporary timelines. It hit the bookstores as a novel about two broken families healing each other in a quiet corner of rural North Carolina. Not a ghost in sight. Between the first and the second drafts, I dumped 90% of the story and my original heroine.

Were all those earlier versions and ideas wasted? No, because this appears to be part of my process. Do I wish I could sit down and write a clean story from point A to point B?  Of course—think of the money I’d save on gin and plant retail therapy. But my multi-layered, damaged characters don’t come to me overnight. I have a process; it’s messy; it seems to work.

Take my current manuscript…

Fifteen months ago, sitting at a traffic light listening to church bells, I had an epiphany: Novel three would be about a marriage in crisis. I flushed out my hero—a barefooted, ripped jeans musician who owned a recording studio on the outskirts of Chapel Hill—and felt rather smug. I soooo had this thing nailed. A novel a year? Piff! Easy-peasy.

Two weeks tomorrow I will hand in the manuscript that evolved out of that idea: a father/son story. My hero, an upper class Brit, is an emotionally repressed bond trader who has an ambivalent relationship to music and would die rather than wear anything ripped. He and his family live in the heart of historic Durham, in a hidden house on the edge of Duke Forest.

Nothing has stayed the same: not the setting; not the characters; not the plot. Looking back, I can’t see the path that led from the first version of chapter one to the latest version of the epilogue. It’s buried beneath rewrites, gut instinct, ideas spawned of research, a spiffy, color-coded scene-by-scene outline that I abandoned months ago…and the most important element of all—reader feedback. I’m blessed to have trusted early readers and a kick-ass editor, all of whom help guide my stories in directions I haven’t even glimpsed.

For me, writing a novel is like nurturing a community garden: I do the back-breaking planting, but it takes a village to water and weed and get that thing into shape. You never have control with a garden, either. Plants die or self-seed in unexpected places as the garden develops its own character—no matter what you do. (Here's my main garden, which started life as an English rose bed. That still cracks me up. What was I thinking?!)

Yesterday one of my non-writer friends said, “You’re nearly done with novel three. How exciting!”  My response? “No, I’m just beginning, because the real magic happens when my editor gets her hands on the story.” She’ll see new themes and layers, and the story will shift even further from its starting point—and become richer.

What do you think about revision, rewrites, false starts, and U-turns? Love them? Hate them?

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Barbara Claypole White is the author of THE UNFINISHED GARDEN, a love story about grief, OCD, and dirt, which won the 2013 Golden Quill for Best First Book. THE IN-BETWEEN HOUR, which was chosen by the Southern Independent Booksellers Alliance (SIBA) as a Winter 2014 Okra Pick, is the story of two broken families coming together to heal in rural North Carolina. 

Visit her at barbaraclaypolewhite.com, or follow her on Facebook or Twitter.

GUEST BLOG: The Honeymoon Trap – Get your game on! by Kelly Hunter

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Two decades ago, computer gaming was a fairly solitary endeavor. These days, gamers often congregate online to quest together in groups and the results can be very social indeed. There’s teasing, lots of teasing, and a new vocabulary to master. A smart mouth is a huge advantage. Friendships form between people who’ve never met. Alliances are built and broken. Flirting can happen too.

The Honeymoon Trap starts with a computer gaming scene between three brothers and a young woman (whose gaming name is Fuzzy). Cutter is the eldest brother. Caleb comes next. Eli is the youngest. Within the game, Eli’s character marries our lovely heroine’s character for a boost (more power, better recovery time etc.). Eli’s brothers can’t help but have some fun.
‘We should get this wedding underway. I love a good wedding. All rise.’ Cutter had suddenly developed a lisp worthy of a television cardinal. ‘Dearly Beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the blessed union of this man, and this woman, and… who’s got the rings?’
‘There’s really only one ring,’ Caleb intoned. ‘And I don’t think it’s available.’
‘We don’t need rings,’ Fuzzy said. ‘We don’t even need a ceremony.’
‘No ceremony?’ Cutter sounded deeply offended. ‘At all? What kind of wedding is this?’
‘Healer, how old are these brothers of yours? Have they hit puberty yet?’
‘We’re his older brothers,’ injected Caleb helpfully.
‘So how old are you?’ Fuzzy didn’t wait for his reply. ‘Good grief, I’m marrying a two-year-old.’
‘He’s twenty-six.’ This from Cutter. ‘Are we ready? Because, seriously, our boy here’s so shy with women that this could well be his only chance at heavenly matrimony. All rise—'
‘Be right back.’ Eli pushed away from the console with undue haste. He wasn’t panicking, much, he just… beer. He needed another beer, never mind the recently opened bottle sitting right there on the table. He needed pretzels and more beer. Possibly new brothers. Preferably no brothers, except that they were going to help him put a wall full of windows in this place this weekend so maybe he could disown them after that. He plucked a beer from the fridge and a bag of pretzels from the cupboard and took his sweet time returning to the game. He put on his headset, took a deep breath and reminded himself that it was only a game. ‘Am I married yet?’
‘Yes!’ Fuzzy sounded a little desperate. ‘It’s done. There was cake. Is anyone beside me ready to play the game?’

The Honeymoon Trap is the 4th and final story in Tule Publishing’s Honeymoon series. Check them out at http://tuleholidaybooks.com
As for gaming, do you? Would you? Is there not enough time in a day? Does the learning curve keep you away? Me, I worry about falling down the online gaming rabbit hole and never coming back out.



Accidentally educated in the sciences, Kelly Hunter didn’t think to start writing romances until she was surrounded by the jungles of Malaysia for a year and didn’t have anything to read. Eventually she decided that writing romance suited her far better than throwing sterile screw-worm flies out of airplane windows, and changed careers. Kelly is a USA Today bestselling author, a three-time Romance Writers of America RITA finalist and loves writing to the short contemporary romance form.


Chef!

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by Maria Geraci



Movies have always inspired my writing. Good movies, that is. And this summer's inspiration comes in the form of a quirky little film called CHEF. If you haven't seen it yet, then you're in for a treat. If you have seen it, then you probably know what I'm talking about.

The premise is simple: Chef Carl (played by the film's star, writer, and director Jon Favreau) is one of LA's most famous chefs. He works in a fancy restaurant (owned by Dustin Hoffman) and has control of his kitchen and his band of rowdy kitchen staff.  When a famous LA food critic comes to review the restaurant, Chef Carl is ready to wow him with a new and eclectic menu he's been chopping up. But the restaurant's owner demands he stick to the true and tried (and tired) menu he's been doing for years. Chef Carl caves in and the result is a scathing review that Chef Carl takes personally.

Way too personally.

The two of them (Chef Carl and the restaurant critic) begin to attack each other on Twitter (okay, these scenes were just hysterically funny) and Chef Carl ends up losing his job, along with his self-esteem. With nothing left to lose, he ends up back in Miami (the city where he first became famous as a chef) and buys a run down food truck. Along with his young son and his best friend, they begin a road trip across the country, selling food wherever they stop, and of course, learning life lessons that make him not just a better chef, but a better father, friend and potential love interest.

In case you think I'm spoiling the movie for you, everything I've told you is found in the movie's trailer. What makes Chef so special isn't the story, it's the way its told. It's the movie's voice (yes, directors, like authors have a distinct voice). It's warm, funny, and makes you feel good. I left the movie theater dancing (because the sound track is just so good!) and despite the fact I'd eaten before the movie, I left hungry (for both food and for more of the movie!).

You don't have to be a foodie to enjoy Chef. You just have to like a good story.



Maria Geraci writes fun, romantic women's fiction. You can connect with her by visiting her website.



What's Your Damage?

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I am a damaged person.
My characters are damaged...
It takes one to know one.

In Dec. 2009, Publisher’s Weekly said of The Handbook for Lightning Strike Survivors, “Damaged people inhabit this debut novel: people who have been struck by lightning as well as those who have lost loved ones from death, divorce, drinking, or duplicity. Young-Stone tells parallel stories that hurdle storm after storm headlong into one another... [She] is a very fine writer who has created a host of endearing losers—young, old, literate, and simple, all full of longing. What she does best is portray the incredulousness of the unlucky.”

"I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth…”  As a matter of fact, I used to skip class in elementary school, hiding in the school’s library or staying at home (latch-key kid) to write stories.  In high school, I was a Goth girl, punk rocker, skipping school to hang out in the city, to go see bands like Gwar and The Butthole Surfers: drums on fire and topless dancers. I experienced a lot of craziness from a very young age.  With the craziness, a lot of scary things, damaging things, happened to me. 

I think you have to own it: the damage and the madness.  I think you gotta take hold of it so that it doesn’t take hold of you.  I think you have to use it.  I put it down on paper and count myself a survivor.  I’m like my characters.  I came out all right in the end.  Better than all right, really.   

I write what I know.  I know crazy.  As the Hatter said, “All the Best People Are Mad.”
I have no regrets.  Because of the madness, I have a lot to share.  Because of the darkness, I can find goodness and tenderness in the most desperate people. 

Sometimes what I write is “too dark,” and I have to revise.  Just the same, I need to write it down.  I need to put my experiences on paper.  Then, it’s all right to scrape away the raw things.  I also need to write fiction and NOT non-fiction because for me, it’s too scary to “tell all.”  I like to infuse my characters with my own emotions and experiences.  I like to inhabit and bring them to life, but not me.  Not all of me.  It’s too scary to put that on the page. 

With my next book, Above Us Only Sky, I drew from a myriad of experiences, but one
Release Day, April 13, 2010 (my sweet boy)
of the driving forces was my love for my son, and my fear of what the world might do with him.  When I was pregnant with him, I started sponsoring a little girl in Ecuador.  I couldn't "change the channel" anymore.  I couldn't imagine a parent watching her child go hungry.  All of the sudden, it was too close to home.  Now, I sponsor two children.  Having taught The Diary of Anne Frank to middle-schoolers for four years, I was haunted by Anne's plight, by the Holocaust.  I pray that my son never knows starvation or war.  I wish that no one knew hunger or war.  But so many people have, and so many still do.  These are some of the many things that compel me and drive my storytelling.  

Above Us Only Sky is a novel about two girls born with wings, but at the simplest level, it’s about survival.  “Without a survivor, there’s no one to tell the story.”  In my upcoming novel, I’m one of the survivors.  I’m telling the story for two WWII survivors, for the Baltic countries, for oppressed regions around the world, and for the children, our children, AND with the hope that one day the wars will stop, and no one will have to know fear, hunger and pain.  Thank you for reading!   

Michele Young-Stone is the author of the debut THE HANDBOOK FOR LIGHTNING STRIKE SURVIVORS (Crown, 2010).

Her next novel, ABOVE US ONLY SKY (Simon & Schuster), will be released in early 2015.  She has a third novel, PERFECT BIRDS, under contract with Simon & Schuster.  Michele is currently at work on a fourth novel, as yet untitled. 

When Michele isn’t writing, she is spending time with her family, crafting, painting, or doing Zumba.  She’s not a good sleeper.  

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www.micheleyoungstone.com

COMING 2015 Above Us Only Sky; Early reviews from fellow novelists: Lydia Netzer, Heidi Durrow, and Tracy Guzeman.


"Above Us Only Sky is a raw, beautiful, unforgettable book that folds unfathomable horrors and
unfathomable love into a story of incredible power. Young-Stone is a master writer, and her deft control of this novel's many moving pieces puts her in the highest echelon of our craft. Yet at the center, literal and figurative, of this novel is a story so brilliantly simple and deeply moving, you'll forget you are reading a book. This story shook me to my core, and I can't wait for the rest of the world to experience it." -Lydia Netzer, author of Shine Shine Shine, one of the NYT Book Review's list of 100 Notable Books of 2012.

"Rich with themes of love and loss, Young-Stone has spun a beautiful tale on the cusp of magical realism, but with 100% pure magical prose. …Once I picked it up, I couldn’t put it down." Heidi Durrow, New York Times Best-Selling Author of The Girl Who Fell From the Sky (Algonquin Books)


“The beautiful prose in Michele Young-Stone’s Above Us Only Sky flies off the page. A stirring meditation on resilience, the ties that bind us to our past, and what it means to have wings.”—Tracy Guzeman, author of The Gravity of Birds

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