How to Write That Book You've Been Thinking About For Years

In my travels I've met a lot of people who have confessed to me that they have always wanted to write a book. Some of them have tried to start it and then gotten bored or busy or befuddled. Some of them have pitched me their ideas to see if I would write their book for them for free because it's such a great idea (short answer: no). Some of them have decided that they will get around to writing it on their next vacation or after their kids move out or when they retire.

So, how do you get on track to writing that book you've been thinking about forever?

The first step is to decide whether you really want to write a book or not.

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Because here's the thing: being an author is cool! You get to say "I'm an author!" and then people say to you, "really? I've always wanted to write a book! It's so neat that I know a real author!" and it makes you feel good. But if that's the only reason you want to write a book, then you should probably just run for office or do something nice for someone so that people say nice things about you.

Writing a book is a big commitment, and if you don't really like writing, it's a lot of work and headaches for not a whole lot of gain.

So don't write a book for the sake of writing a book. Write a book because you really want to write a book.

The second step is to decide why you want to write a book.

Maybe you saw the famous rise of JK Rowling to celebrity. Maybe Stephen King is your biggest hero and you want to be just like him (and his millions). If you want to write a book because you want to make a lot of money or become famous, you're out of luck. If you think income inequality is bad in general, you should see the divisions along author lines. The midlist author is slowly disappearing, with  the majority of authors, both self-published and traditionally published, fall into the "makes less than $10,000/year" category. The number of authors making seven figures is less than 50. 

That said, there are plenty of good reasons to write a book, that may help you figure out your why: 

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  • You love writing.

  • You think you have a great idea.

  • You want to tell a particular story.

  • You can't not write.

  • You have a message to send that you are passionate about.

  • You want to compile information on a topic that will help people.

  • You want to help people and think that what you have to say can do that.

Whatever your reason for writing a book, there has to be passion behind it, or else the process of writing it will be arduous, agonizing, and awful.

The third step is to make a plan.

Once upon a time I met a woman at a writing event. She told me she wanted to work as a writer, full time, for a company. She wanted to do blogging or letter writing, or something like that. I said, "Great! What kind of stuff do you write?" and she replied, "I don't write yet. I want to get the job and learn to write while I'm getting paid to do it."

Wouldn't that be nice? 

That almost never happens. But typically, as a writer, if someone is going to pay you to write, you have to prove that you can write first. Professionally, this might mean building a portfolio or resume. If you're talking to a publisher, you have to have a draft ready. But, either way, you have to make a plan to get to where you want to be.

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Usually the first step in writing a book is to come up with an idea, but once you've got that figured out, there are a couple options. The first is to sit down and start writing the book. The second is to sit down and start outlining the book. Both options involve doing something.

Figure out what steps you think will work for you, and get working. 

The good thing about this is that you have the option to change your plan if you need to. There is no taskmaster standing over your head threatening to rip out your fingernails. The bad thing about this is that you have to manipulate yourself into getting the work done. The book won't get written if you don't write it.

For your convenience, I've drafted up two different potential plans that you could use, assuming you want to get a 50,000 word novel written in a year. The first one involves just diving headfirst into the writing. The second one involves using an outline.

Plan 1

January

1. Create document file.
2. Write at least 1,000 words per week = 250 four times.
3. Write on Mondays at lunch, Wednesdays after dinner, Thursdays at lunch, and Saturday mornings.

February

Repeat.

March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

Repeat.

Plan 2

January

Week 1: Create document files for draft and for outline, and pull together any necessary resources.
Week 2: Write character descriptions.
Week 3: Write long and short novel summaries.
Week 4: Figure out novel structure.

February

Week 1: Flesh out Part 1 of outline.
Week 2: Flesh out part 2 of outline.
Week 3: Flesh out Part 3 of outline.
Week 4: Flesh out Part 4 of outline.

March

Start writing. 
Write during lunch break Monday through Friday with a minimum of 230 words per day = 1150 per week.

April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

Repeat.

Now, everyone is different, and clearly this is just a vague structure. Some plans might include things like building a website or doing character sketches, working on book covers or querying agents. But making a plan and sticking to it is the best way to get your book done.

Remember, don't hold back. Don't self-edit too much. Don't get discouraged. Take Vitamin D. And be patient.

The fourth step is to consider publishing.

Do you want to publish your book? Because, you don't have to. There is no rule anywhere that states that if you write a book then you have to publish it. Honestly, if you've made it all the way to the end of a book, that is a huge accomplishment and you should be proud, even if you decide never to go another step further.

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But if you do want to publish, you have to think about whether you want to get an agent and go through a traditional publisher, whether you want to self-publish, or whether you want to pay someone to take care of all of this nonsense for you. All are valid options and only you can decide which is best for you. 

Each path will involve a few of the same tasks, but mostly a different set of tasks post first draft. For example, you'll need beta readers to look at your manuscript one way or another--people who will read and critique your work to help you make it better. You'll need a copy editor, because no agent will even look at a manuscript filled with mistakes, and if you self-publish one like that, you'll likely face a good deal of ridicule from the trolls and grammar police (and just normal people too, to be quite honest). But if you want a publisher, you will have to spend hours drafting query letters and sending them out to different agents. If you want to self-publish, you will have to spend money hiring people to do the tasks you can't do yourself, or spend hours learning how to do those things. If you go through a small press, you will have to do a lot of research on what they offer, look into the success of their previous projects, and then spend a lot of money to get your book through the whole process.

So do your research, and once you've finished your manuscript, it will be time to make a new plan--The Publishing Plan.

The Big Secret

So, now that you've read all the way to the end of my lengthy soliloquy on how to write  your book, it's time for me to reveal the big secret to becoming an author:

Stick your butt in the chair.

That's all there is to it! Everyone talks about how hard it is and how much work it involves and all of the crazy hoops you have to jump through just to get a manuscript ready for publication or ready to have a publisher look at it, but all you really have to do is one thing: stick your butt in the chair. Every day. Every week. Every month.

And write the damn book.

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The Sagittan Chronicles: New Cover Design!

Over the course of the last year, I have done a lot of book selling. I've gone to Comic Cons, outdoor festivals, craft fairs, fundraisers, beekeeping events, book fairs, high schools, and elementary schools, just to name a few. And I've been paying attention to things people say, their thoughts, etc.

Now, I've thought for quite a while that I wanted to do a cover re-design for The Sagittan Chronicles, since I used multiple designers and they don't really look like a series. However, my experiences meeting and talking to actual readers has confirmed my suspicions. 

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Here are a few things I noted about my original covers: 

  • People were immediately drawn to the Clock Winked. They liked the eye. But I got a lot of people who like literary fiction, mysteries, and thrillers, and fewer scifi fans (except at Cons, where everyone likes SciFi).
  • No one was interested in The Lonely Whelk until I explained the premise.
  • No one was interested in The Wounded World until I explained the premise.
  • People who profess to hate Scifi would still buy The Clock Winked, because they liked the cover and because they liked the idea of it being in a bookstore. I even had one lady who bought it for her elderly friend, even though I recommended she not, simply because it was set in a bookstore and she liked the cover.

At any rate, none of the books look like scifi (maybe Lonely Whelk a tiny bit, but not really) or YA, and none of them match. So I called up my friend J Zachary Pike, and he said he'd be willing to help out. So this is what we came up with:

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The Clock Winked (which I sold out of first) is now available! You can get an updated version on Amazon. The Lonely Whelk will hopefully be up in the next week or two, and The Wounded World not too long after that. In addition, The Clock Winked will be on sale (and by "on sale" I mean FREE) starting on Friday, January 29th, until Wednesday, February 3rd. Then it will jump up to $2.99. Get a copy while you can :)

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Some Thoughts On Being Old (Which I Am Not)

Recently I read an article in which a professor suggested that our societal fear of aging is a self-fulfilling prophecy and that, in fact, those who live to the ripe old age of senior citizen are extraordinarily fortunate, despite aches and pains, loneliness, and fear of dying that everyone struggles with at some point. I personally have a few years to go until I would be considered old (although, ask a teenager and that perception might change), but I spend a good deal of time with octogenarians, septuagenarians, sexagenarians, quinquagenarians... you get the drift. I facilitate a senior writers group, I volunteer for an organization that serves a lot of seniors, and I spend a lot of time with my grandmother and other close people in my life who have considerable experience. So I think about these things a lot.

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How long will it take me to get old? Some people age faster than others, mentally or physically. Will I be happy with the life I have led? Will I be okay with the majority of the decisions I have made? If I am poor, will I still find a way to be content with my life? If I am rich, will I find a way to share with those around me? What if I don't make it to the wonderful title of senior citizen? Will I still have made choices that had a positive impact on those around me?

I think that the answers to these questions are something that I could answer every day, and not just at the end of my life, whenever that may be. I think that what Professor Thomas suggests is true at any age: age and experience matter. They enrich our lives.

The first of my high school classmates died a couple of years ago in a terrible and sad boating accident. I had no idea how to react, couldn't make it to NY for the funeral, and didn't have a clue if I should do something or what. We learn to deal with these types of situations over time, of course, but I doubt it gets any easier. But I spent days afterwards, remembering how upbeat he always was, how he would bounce up to my locker and greet me in the mornings. I used to tell him he was so cheerful and bouncy, like a squirrel, and one year for Christmas he gave me a walnut.

His life was short, but he made a positive impact on me and many others, and he existence in time will never fade. His 24 years always was and always will have been. 

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I feel fortunate to have made it as far as I have, though I still may only be a vicenarian. And I think (right now, while I'm writing this -- I do have a tendency to change my mind) that it is important to be content now, whether I'm 27 or 87, to make decisions I can be proud of now, whether I'm 27 or 87, and focus on what good I can bring into the world. I want to feel fortunate every day, to appreciate the snow and the rain and the stubbed toes, and to look forward to my days of silver hair, arthritis, age, and experience.

In the meantime, I will keep spending time with my very favourite septuagenarians and octengenarians, and learn from their successes. I will write my own self-fulfilling prophecy.

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9 Things I Like About My New Office

I got an office! It's a new year and I felt that an office would be just the thing to help me be more productive. No more lazing about with the cats all morning. No more yelling at the cats in the middle of the day when they start attacking each other. No more having to hit CTRL-Z eight million times as Wilfred walks across my keyboard.

So, to celebrate, I've decided to list 9 things that I like about my new office.

9. The Hallway.

It has them. This is technically good enough for me, but in case you're bored by the hallways, let me explain that this building used to be a convent. Sometimes I imagine nuns walking up and down the hallways, feeling rather annoyed that their bedrooms are filled with computers and desks. Plus, look at it--it's straight out of a Scooby Doo episode!

Some of those offices are empty, so if you're looking for a spot...

Some of those offices are empty, so if you're looking for a spot...

8. My Door.

Now, you probably don't know this either, but there are no doors in my house. This means that when Wilfred wants to walk across my keyboard, he walks across my keyboard. When Goblin starts yowling at the sky or barking at the birds, I cannot block out the noise. In addition, most of the office spaces I looked at were in shared office spaces, meaning at most a cubicle, at least a desk that you could sit at for a few hours at time, and definitely no doors. 

This door is amazing, for while it does not block out all sound, it blocks out enough sound and no cats can get in. (Spoiler: there aren't actually any cats in the building.)

I can't really imagine a better number than 203A.

I can't really imagine a better number than 203A.

7. The Entryway.

This might seem like a silly thing to put on my list, but every time I walk through the entryway, I feel like: "I HAVE ARRIVED." It's official. I'm a grown up. And the weird size and shape of the office resonates perfectly with my slightly off-kilter personality. I just get excited every time I walk in.

It's a narrow entryway, but very welcoming.

It's a narrow entryway, but very welcoming.

6. My Desk.

Yes, I have desks at home. But this desk is special because I didn't have to pay extra for it! Whoever put this desk in here, built it in this room and it is too big to fit through the doorway, so they let me keep the furniture without charging me the extra furniture fee. This is awesome because it is a real desk, not an art desk or a tiny, tiny Target desk like the ones I have at home. It even has a filing drawer! And enough space for my computer, monitor, AND some papers!!!

Yes, my mouse pad says, "protected by aliens."

Yes, my mouse pad says, "protected by aliens."

5. My Windowsill.

I don't have windowsills at home big enough to put things on. So having one basically makes my day every day. In my future home, I will have ALL the windowsills. So it is super duper exciting to be able to actually USE the sill for something other than, well, silling the window.

I've got my little Baymax to take care of me if I get sick, too. :)

I've got my little Baymax to take care of me if I get sick, too. :)

4. My Plant.

Yes, once again, I have plants at home. In fact, this little plant sat right next to me in my living room too. But here, it is an OFFICE PLANT, which is so much more epic than just a regular plant. I still have not named the plant though at last check the popular vote was Groot. :)

I AM GROOT'S COUSIN.

I AM GROOT'S COUSIN.

3. The View.

Yes, there is a parking lot on the other side of the trees, but the fact that I even have a window, and the fact that there are trees outside the window thrills me to no end. I love watching the sign at the dry cleaners change. Last week it said, "You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile" (yes, I hope that's stuck in your head for days), and this week it says, "Do You Have A Coupon? Check Out Our Website."

The sign is the yellow blob back there.

The sign is the yellow blob back there.

2. The Weird Bathroom Sink. 

The bathrooms on this floor are a bit odd. There are two stalls, all covered with 70s-shade green tile. The sink is tiny and stuck back into the wall. I can't even fit my shoulders over it. There is a shower, too, but it doesn't look like it gets cleaned and there appear to be boxes stored in it.

Looks like something from a weird, uncomfortable basement. But it has hot water, so, yay.

Looks like something from a weird, uncomfortable basement. But it has hot water, so, yay.

1. The Ladder.

This is unique to my office. There is a ladder, and anyone who knows me very well knows that I am obsessed with ladders. This particular one leads to a trap door which leads to the roof and it is AMAZING. I can't tell you the number of times I've climbed on the roofs of buildings I definitely shouldn't have (ahem college dorm) and while I will resist the temptation here, I am pleased to note that, should the zombie apocalypse come, I have an escape route.

Isn't it gorgeous? I can't even stand it.

Isn't it gorgeous? I can't even stand it.

My office has everything else I need, too. High speed internet, full utilities, a parking lot, a dumpster, AND it's a 5 minute walk from my house. Maybe someday I'll give you a tour around the rest of and the outside of the building. Then, you can see the refridgerator where I keep my lunch, and the decorations in the bottom floor, and the PICNIC TABLES OUTSIDE! And all the pretty things I get to see on my way to work. 

SNEAK PEEK!

SNEAK PEEK!

Episode 2: The Pineapple Princess

Today I bring you part 2 of my Epic poem.: The Tupperware King. If you haven't already, you should start by reading Episode 1: The Tupperware King.

Once again, I offer no explanations or apologies. Enjoy or don't.

Episode 2: The Pineapple Princess

Have you heard of the Tupperware King?
Who hangs plastic buckets from the ceiling?
Across the river from the Pineapple Czar,
The two are close allies whether near or far. 

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Both good rulers have issued one big behest
To rid their lands of the Tupperware Pest!
This demon, this devil, this plague on the land
Has given both kings many a ruined plan!

But the Tupperware Pest had a plan so mean
Neither king could’ve guessed what the future would bring.
So the Pineapple Czar was astounded one day,
To see that the Pest had stolen his Princess away.

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The Pineapple Princess had been kidnapped that night
And she bravely bore the horrible flight
To the lair of the atrocious Tupperware Pest,
Where she would become his new treasure - his guest.

The Tupperware King was upset to find out
The that Princess next door was with the big lout,
So he sent the Tupperware Prince on a quest
To find the lost Princess and destroy the foul Pest.

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The Tupperware Prince set out that same day
Riding north, though the Black Forest lay in his way.
He feared nothing but the Tupperware Pest,
But he had to defeat it and destroy its nest.

He reached the broad hillside, the home of its lair,
Looked around vainly, but the Princess wasn’t there.
He hoped and he hoped that some information he’d glean,
But the villainous Pest was nowhere to be seen.

Dismounting his steed, the Prince looked around
Wondering where the ill Pest could be found,
When suddenly his wandering eyes should behold,
A rare piece of tupperware hiding in the wold.

He tiptoed closer, eyes growing wide
As the treasure grew closer, soon his new prize.
A yellow-covered bin, with container and lid,
A worthy antique about to be his.

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Before he could pounce on this holiest grail,
The sky grew dark and he saw the great tail
Of the Tupperware Pest, aloft in the sky,
And he thought for a moment 'twas his turn to die.

The vilest beast in the kingdom dropped down
And picked up the Prince and his sword and his crown.
Flying away, held tight in its grip,
The Prince crossed his fingers, hoping he wouldn’t slip.

Not too long later, the Pest let him down
Roaring and laughing at catching two crowns.
Now the Pest had bargaining power to behold
To get from the kingdoms tupperware, fruit, and gold.

The Prince darted into the cave filled with fear,
And felt shame and surprise as the Princess drew near.
“Are you feeling okay?” asked the Pineapple Princess.
And the Prince nodded bravely, though he'd been dispossessed.

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The Prince apologized, “I’m sorry I got caught.
All of the work I put in for you was for naught.”
“Don’t you worry,” the Pineapple Princess advised.
“I’ve got a plan you’ll see with your own eyes.”

“No talking!” the Tupperware Pest loudly roared.
“But Tupperware Pest, we’re ever so bored!”
The Princess called back, her voice without fear,
And the Prince admired the gall of his peer.

“I don’t care if you’re bored - you’re my meal, you’re my feast!
Just wait til I’m ready to eat you at least!”
The Pineapple Princess grinned with glee
“My plan is working,” she whispered, “you'll see.”

“I don’t see,” the Tupperware Prince whispered back.
“How will it help if we’re his afternoon snack?”
“We won’t be,” the Pineapple Princess replied. 
“I have a plan - just be ready to ride!”

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For the next few hours she shredded her skirt
Into long strips that were covered with dirt.
She tied them together with her deft hands
While the Prince watched and wondered about her big plan.

Once she was finished she hid her creation
Behind some rocks in a peculiar formation.
Then she lit a fire and the cooking began
And the smells rose up from the boiling pan.

The Tupperware Prince sat right down to wait
While Pineapple Princess paced, paced, and paced. 
The sun went down and the sky grew black,
And the Princess said, “Time we lay down some whack.”

The Tupperware Prince felt his eyebrows raise
As the Princess called out, “Pest, are you ready to graze?”
“Is dinner served?” The Pest cackled out,
“What have you cooked that will please my snout?"

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The Princess ran behind the crevice in the rocks
And gestured to the Prince that towards her he should walk.
The Tupperware Pest flew in with a roar
And the Prince flinched and waited to get eaten or gored.

Then the Princess shrieked and yelled loudly
Jumping out from behind the rocks rather proudly,
Landing smack on the back of the Tupperware Pest.
She wrapped her skirt rope around his tupperware chest.

"Climb on his back, my Tupperware Prince!" 
She called as the Pest roared, howled, and winced.
Holding tightly to her makeshift reins,
The Princess grinned as the Pest strained and strained.

The Prince climbed up and held on tight
And the Princess cried "Hyah!" and they rose into the night.
The Pest's great wings flapped as he roared
And high above the Tupperware Kingdom they soared. 

Not too long later they landed safely
In the courtyard of the Tupperware King bravely.
The Prince climbed off and gave the Princess a bow.
"You saved me, I owe you. No, seriously, wow."

The Princess waved politely, and rose once again
And the Pest, now defeated, bleated in vain.
And the Tupperware King ran out to see
Them disappear into the night over the lea.

From that day forward the Princess was known
As the one who defeated the Pest all alone.
The Tupperware Prince was proud to call her his friend
And the Pest learned to fight for and defend

The Princess and her kingdom and all who lived there
And their Tupperware allies, and all people everywhere.  
The Pest never once tasted human again
But was happy instead to be captured, not slain.

So if you've heard of the Pinapple Czar, 
Then you've heard of his daughter, a legend, a star
And her mighty defeat of the Tupperware Pest,
And her generous rule under the Pineapple Crest.

 

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