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A Trip Of A Lifetime!

Friday, April 30th, 2010

Aloha, Mama Writers!

Where We Stayed: The Waikiki Marriot

I’ve been a bad, bad girl. I snuck away for five days and four nights of paradise! My darling hubby took me along with on his business trip to Oahu, Hawaii!

We left the kiddos with my mom, so I had plenty of “ME Time” while hubs worked. It was pure bliss to be able to eat at a restaurant and not be whisper-yelling, “Stop that!” or “Will you just sit still!” I actually ate a whole meal while it was still HOT. Talk about awesome!

One of the highlights of my trip was connecting with a fellow lover of romance novels. When I made mention of my upcoming trip to my good friend, Diana Cosby, she put me in contact with a lovely lady named, Kim, who just happened to live on the island. How cool, huh?!

Every plant or tree had flowers

As soon as hubs and I landed and got settled in the hotel, I called Kim and we made plans to meet. The two of us had a blast driving up and down the H1 Highway. It was wonderful to see the sights and chat about all things romance face-to-face instead of via email. Once my hubby concluded his business, Kim showed us various historical Pearl Harbor locations inside Hickman Air Force base. We got to see some of the original buildings, which still sported bullet holes, and the air field where all our planes were attacked. Plus, we got to view the USS Utah wreckage. An amazing and very humbling moment to be sure. I couldn’t begin to count the times I teared up throughout the day! I totally recommend a visit to the USS Arizona and Pearl Harbor Memorial. It will take your breath away.

From the beach at North Shore

Had I not been plugged into the Romance Community, my hubs and I would never have gotten the chance to experience such awe-inspiring  behind-the-scenes locals. What’s more, I wouldn’t have met Kim!!

Whether it was during a convention or while on vacation, when did being a part of the romance community enrich your life?

Mahalo everyone! If you’d like to see some more pics of my trip and find out which Project Runway Celeb I sat  next to on the plane over, swing by my blog, The Lovestruck Novice, on Monday!

Mama Likes Book Clubs

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

Last night I went to my very first book club.  What a new experience!  I’ve been to romance writing chapter meetings, and I’ve talked about books I’ve read with friends, but never before have I talked with READERS in a group setting about different books they love, and why they love them.

Attending the club meeting was eye opening.  We writers tend to really focus on our characters’ GMC’s, the plot, the conflict, the action. And you know what?  It’s a darn good thing we do, because readers really focus on it too.

Here’s why I think all mamas, readers and writers should join a book club:

1.  For a few hours (this club meets once a month) you get out of the house, and meet up with some friends.

2.  Like minded people!  I LOVE LOVE LOVE books, so talking to other people about books, plots and characters is so much fun! 

3.  A chance to read a good book.  I’ll look for any excuse to read a good book, now its almost mandatory!  You wouldn’t want to be the only one at the meeting who didn’t read it at all (at least read the first chapter! lol)

4.  As a writer its good to see what readers are looking for.

5.  Real adult conversations.  As a mother and a writer, the majority of my conversations are either with children or fake people, lol.  Probably why I talk my husband’s ear off when he gets home!  At the club meeting you get to sit with other adults and hold real conversations.

Do you belong to a book club?  Why do you like book clubs?

I’d also like to mention that if you can find a local chapter or writing group to join, that is an amazing experience as well.  Most meetings are once a month and at a time that is managable for a writing mama.

Check this out!  My 3rd novella, HER CAPTAIN DARES ALL, from my Men of the Sea Series released yesterday!  Read the blurb and click the link for an excerpt…

Pursued by kidnappers, Lady Tessa Woodward is running for her life. When handsome Captain Jeremy Williams comes to her rescue in the backstreets of Paris, she persuades him to help her escape France and return to her home in England.

Captain Jeremy Williams is captivated by Lady Tessa’s fiery nature and agrees to give her passage aboard his ship. Once on board, his desire grows and soon reveals a sensual side to the woman he can’t deny. But when danger threatens his lady, will the captain dare all to save her?

CLICK HERE FOR AN EXCERPT

Special Guest, Libby Malin:  Mothering a Writer

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

Welcome special guest, Libby Malin to Mama Writers!  Today Libby has taken a different approach, she’s going to be talking about mothering a writer (and I have to say one day I hope to be the mother of a writer myself!).  Enjoy the post!  Her advice is phenomenal!

Take it away Libby!

Like all mothers, I’m immensely proud of my children. Each of them has individual personalities and terrific senses of humor. My middle child is a good raconteur, but flying airplanes is his passion. He’s in training to be an Air Force pilot.

The other two are writers. My oldest, Joseph, is now a writer for the Wall Street Journal. And my daughter, Hannah Sternberg (remember that name!), has a young adult novel coming out in the fall, published by the small press that first published me. Can you tell I’m beaming?
Because she, too, writes fiction, I’ll spend some time singing her praises and talking about what it’s like to raise another fiction writer, offering some advice to mothers who might recognize this talent in their own children.

Like many young girls, Hannah loved to write and filled pages of notebooks with her writing. For several years, she became an avid writer and reader of fan fiction—stories based on characters created by other writers. Fan fiction writing allowed her to be creative while at the same time it imposed a certain amount of discipline on her. She learned to let her imagination soar while adhering to certain parameters—some of them self-imposed—dictated by already-defined characters.

As her mother, I was impressed with her writing—her sophisticated use of language, her story construction, her imagery. But hey—I was her mom. I knew my judgment was biased no matter how hard I tried to be objective.

So I encouraged her to submit her writing to publications that used young people’s material. I encouraged her to join or start a literary club at her school. She did both. She sent several stories off to children’s publications I helped her identify using a reference book, and I consoled her when she received rejections—encouraging ones!—or simply no answers at all. I knew that road well and could assure her it was nothing personal. Eventually, she had several pieces picked up for publication, and she received honorable mention in a national playwriting contest, the prize for which included a trip to Washington, DC.

She also became an editor of her middle school’s literary journal. This experience probably helped her as much if not more than writing her own material. She got to see her peers’ writing and analyze for herself why something worked or why it didn’t. She learned what most critique partners quickly absorb—that sometimes helping another writer with her manuscript can teach you more about writing than having someone help you with yours.

When she went off to college, she majored in Film Studies but minored in Writing Seminars. She continued to write stories and occasionally had articles published in the student newspaper. One summer, she interned with a national political magazine, writing a story on education for the publication’s website.

During this time, she started thinking of writing a novel. One of her all-time favorite books is E.M. Forster’s A Room with a View. She decided to take that story and put her own spin on it, using Barcelona, Spain as the setting—she’d visited Barcelona during a year of study in London. I was very flattered when she let me read it—and even offer editing suggestions. She rewrote and revised and the result is a beautiful young adult novel about a journey toward love and self-acceptance.  Called The Queens of All the Earth (from an e e cummings poem), it will be released by Bancroft Press this fall or winter.

She is the writer I will probably never be—to me, her writing is “transcendent,” writing that transports and uplifts the reader. Even at a young age, she’s developed a keen sense of observation (a writer’s handiest tool) that allows her to describe scenes and emotions that readers will nod their heads to, thinking, “yes, I know exactly what she means.”

During her writer’s journey, I’ve tried to provide both writing and publishing business advice. I’ve pointed her to websites with agent and publisher information. I helped her devise appropriate queries. I told her what to look for in an agent contract if one is offered, what questions to ask an agent, how to research who’s representing what and who’s publishing what.  As to the writing itself, I suggested being careful to write openings that snag an agent or editor’s attention before sliding into the graceful voyage her stories take readers on.

All of these topics were missing from her undergraduate writing seminars classes, which focused instead on literary fiction alone.

If you are a writer and have a budding writer in your family, my suggestions are below. Note that when I use the word “encourage” I mean to suggest, to help, to provide assistance, not to “push.” Take your cues from your child’s level of interest.

  • Discuss books and writing with your child. Help your child develop an analytical mind when it comes to reading.
  • Become your child’s wrting mentor. Be constructive with criticism and fulsome but not embarrassing with praise (a kid knows when you’ve got your Proud Mom hat on, and, to them, it might look more like Obnoxious Mom!).
  • Encourage your child to become involved in writing activities at school—literary clubs in particular.
  • Encourage your child to share his or her writing through school publications, contests and even publications for children’s writing. This is to help your child learn if writing is for her. If you have a serious writer on your hands, he or she will learn persistence from sharing writing with objective audiences who might not always share mom’s opinion of the work.
  • Even if your child becomes a writing major in college, continue to share information on the publishing industry. Many college writing programs focus primarily on literary fiction, ignoring even “upmarket” commercial fiction. Not many colleges provide budding writers with information on how to submit manuscripts to agents and publishers.

 

As I was writing this blog post, I emailed my daughter to ask her what she found helpful about my mentoring of her as a writer. Her response moved me, and I hope you don’t mind if I share it almost in its entirety:

“The things that you taught me I didn’t get anywhere else: discipline, which tends not to be taught in creative writing programs, because all the emphasis is on expression, but not on actually getting anything done; resilience, the ability to stand behind my own writing and separate out useful criticism from stupid criticism, and to do the same with my own self-critiques, so I’m never counter-productively self-critical or cocky and over-confident; and standards – you always provided the most honest and incisive critiques of my work, even despite being my mom – you didn’t just lather on the praise, even though you praised me where I deserved it, but you weren’t a stage mom either, relentlessly pushing me toward something that you wanted more than me.  I think that’s the most valuable thing you gave me: an opinion I can respect.  That made your encouragement more encouraging, and made it possible for me to take your suggestions even though they came from my mother, which is particularly painful sometimes ;)

I hope these tips help other mothers of burgeoning writers. For a look at my daughter’s creative world, you can visit her blog – www.hannahsternberg.blogspot.com

Oh, and as for me, I have a book out this month! Called My Own Personal Soap Opera, it tells the tale of a soap opera head writer who has to deal with one crisis after another—failing ratings, a leading man with a broken leg, staff members who all want to be doing something else, a jewel thief imitating a real thief on the show, and two men after her own heart. Booklist has called it “a world of wit and chaos . . . smart and insightfully written.”  You can learn more about me and my books at www.LibbysBooks.com

For The Love of. . .

Monday, April 26th, 2010

I’ll tell you something that I don’t talk about often.  As a child, I played the piano.  Seriously.  At the age of eight, I begged to have lessons.  By twelve, I was practicing anywhere from an hour to three hours a day, with a teacher who kept me focused on competitions and performances.  By the time I was fourteen, I could play, by memory, the same song a young pianist was playing in the Van Cliburn competition. I could play it well.

Piano was a passion.  I could sit down on the bench and the entire world would fade away until all that remained was me, the smooth, familiar keys under my fingers and the sound of the music. It was a love, pure and simple.

It never derailed my belief at the age of six that I would write books.  That was what I’d always wanted to “do.”  But piano?  It was a part of me.  Then I developed carpal tunnel syndrome in my teens and playing became painful.  In my twenties, I had to make a choice — keep playing the piano or make a living, since I work on computers.   I chose to make a living.  It’s been years since I’ve played on any regular basis.  My brothers often talk about watching me play years back, and my husband always looks on in curiousity — since he’s never seen it.  Sure I’ve played since then, but it’s not quite like riding a bike.  Getting back to the keyboard after years away isn’t so easy.  The muscles aren’t used to it, the ability to strike the right key without looking –gone.  And of course, the wrist pain.

However, when my toddler started pounding keys on our piano, I knew that I wanted to give him the opportunity to learn more if he wanted to.  I wanted him to see what it could do, so I sat down to play.  And when I did that,  when he sat down next to me to pound the keys above while I played the song, I realized that it never left me.  The love, the passion, the ability to sit and focus only on the music and nothing else was still very much inside of me.  And I think, for the most simple explanations, that’s what love is.  No matter how far away, how long since you’ve last checked in, love exists.  It doesn’t fade, even if you put it on the shelf and only dust it on occasion.  It doesn’t leave us.  Not the truest kind.

I know there are some saying, well, if love didn’t leave, no one would get divorced. No one would break up.  But is that really true?  I don’t think so.  I can’t count how many times I’ve heard divorced or separated couples say, “I will always love him, but…” It isn’t the LOVE the faded. It’s everything else that complicates it.  The JOY from that love may be shadowed, but the love always seems to stick around in some form.   I didn’t stop playing piano for lack of loving it.  Other things shadowed the joy, and I had to make a choice.  And I started playing again now- – albiet with the extremely easy versions of the sheet music — for love of my son.

At one point in my life, I stopped writing, too.  For a number of years, in fact.  It wasn’t that I didn’t love it.  It was a lot of other things that got in the way.  And life is like that — as mamas, we know that.  But I will say that sitting down to that piano reminded me of a feeling I missed.  And I get even more joy out of it the second time around — watching my son giggle as he pounds the keys, watching him pull sheet music out and “play” it.  I don’t care if he plays for twenty years or twenty minutes — right now, it’s the sweetest music there is.

Is there a love you’ve picked up again because of your children? Or perhaps just for yourself?

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Going Social

Friday, April 23rd, 2010

My daughters are playdate junkies.

And, I’ve discovered, I’m a playdate junkie as well.

Phew.

I actually feel better for just having said that. With the ridiculous amount of rain Southern California has had lately, we’ve spent a GREAT deal of time inside. We’ve completed any number of crafts, made paper, strung beads, created paper collages, and baked decadent desserts. And that was the first month of the new year. On the blissfully beautiful day, we’ve made the playhouse into a wild forest with cuttings from the palm trees and birds of paradise.

Now, I’m an active member in our chapter of the Mom’s Club–and this means the girls’ social calendar has gone through the roof. We’re never short somewhere to play, someone to play with. Yes, there’s a standing date every other week, but in between times we have friends lined up to share afternoons with–and it’s both exciting and EXHAUSTING.

It makes me pause, thinking of how much time I spend online, chatting on Twitter, discussing things in Blog communities or on FaceBook vs. in the real world.

Before I published my first novel, FaceBook was something other people did. Twitter seemed a ridiculous waste of time. And blogs? Who had time to read them?

Now, I am in the mode of carefully blending my Friend and Family base with my Fans. FANS. FaceBook actually JUST changed this to people who LIKE you or what you do–less self aggrandizing, which I suppose is a good thing.

Twenty *gulp* years ago, when I first took a stab at completing a novel (my genre-hopping-time-travel-romance-adventure-historical-fiction masterpiece that sits in my desk drawer–And will STAY there) I used to laugh, saying I chose to be an author because I didn’t want to be famous.

Now, I’m reading articles that authors need to treat themselves like celebrities. We see it, with our rock star friends Roxanne St. Claire, Tessa Dare, and MANY others. They’re out there, making things happen. Chatting, and disseminating their wisdom with newbie authors.

Perhaps the playdates we go on are our proving grounds. Chatting with people we know and love about our stories, getting our feet wet before stepping into the great unknown of Social Networking for Authors. MamaWriters is also instrumental for helping us not forget the real reasons we’re doing this.

For our kids.

I even saw DD#1 point to my shelf of books upstairs in the office, telling her friends (over on playdate) that those are her college fund. Out of the mouths of babes…

With that in mind, what’s the best piece of advice YOU’VE been given about Going Social to market yourself, your brand, or your books?

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