Inspired by a cardiologist friend who was checking out what Google users think of doctors, I thought I’d procrastinate working on Book 2 by playing with my search engine (not a euphemism).
by heidiadmin
Inspired by a cardiologist friend who was checking out what Google users think of doctors, I thought I’d procrastinate working on Book 2 by playing with my search engine (not a euphemism).
by heidiadmin
IT’S BACK!
No, not the McRib. (Okay in some places, yes, the McRib.)
But I’m talking about The Question. You know the one. “Why do so many adults read YA?”
My answer?
“Because we’re adults and we can do what we want. (HIGH FIVES FELLOW ADULTS!)”
Case closed, right? Well. Not always. Because some people (not the most recent asker of The Question, but SOME PEOPLE) follow up with another question: Shouldn’t adults be ashamed for reading YA?
To which I respond:
“Is this even a serious question? No. Obviously. Christ.”
There is a weird amount of hate on YA and on the adults who read it. And I find it interesting that in a country where a quarter of adults have read zero books in the last 12 months (and fifty percent of adults have read less than five books in that same time period), that so much judgment and ink goes into scolding those readers and auditing their choices.
I think it has a lot to do with gatekeeper fear, and with people not respecting youth, not respecting the next generation, not respecting the writers of YA fiction which are overwhelmingly women.
I personally have read five novels in the last month. (And no, that’s not my own five times.) (Salvage by Alexandra Duncan, The Fall by Bethany Griffin, The Islands at the End of the World by Austin Aslan, Laini Taylor’s Smoke and Bone trilogy, Leigh Bardugo’s Grisha trilogy, and yes, I am counting two trilogies as one book each, so that’s actually nine books, but I did read the first of each series earlier this year so its really only seven. ANYWAY.)
These books had gripping stories, sparkling dialogue, and deep themes–family, feminism, love, longing, madness, power. They were well-written and I devoured them and I am hungry for more.
So the question shouldn’t be “Why do adults read YA?”
The question should be “Why does anyone have a problem with that?”
by heidiadmin
You get the picture.
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So this is actually how I take my third+ cups of coffee: Lukewarm and watered-down. |
Just like coffee, it’s incredibly important to know how you want your critique before you ask for it, and to tell someone how you like it before they prepare it for you**. And while there is a right and a wrong in coffee (at least, according to the purists***), there is no right and wrong in critique. You need to ask for it the way it’s most helpful to you. If not, you’ll wind up with something you may not be able to stomach.
So think about how you like your critique, and be aware that your critique needs will almost certainly change based on the stage of the project: on your first draft you may only want a list of things that make no sense, but by the time you get to what you hope is the final draft, you may care only about whether there are any typos.
What about you? How do you take your critique?
by heidiadmin
I used to do Resolutions at New Years. I started when I was little, and it was fun, but then I stopped a few years ago when I realized that it was the same one for the fifth year in a row, you know, that one about losing weight I MEAN EATING HEALTHIER AND EXCERCISING MORE.
I realized it was pointless to decide one day that all the rest of the days would magically be different. Also, I like donuts and hate shopping for new clothes.
So.
Now I have goals. Goals are much better. “Goal” is a nicer word than “resolution.” I like working towards something, rather than “on” something. Because if I miss a goal, it’s one brief disappointment, instead of a constant nagging daily failure. And if I make the goal, I can celebrate. Celebration over excoriation, I always say. Or will say for a few days, before I forget.
This year, my goal is to finish the sequel to THE GIRL FROM EVERYWHERE by summer.
Did I mention that that’s when I have to finish it by?
“Goal” is also a nicer word than “deadline.”
by heidiadmin
So I’m sitting here procrastinating on working on my sequel, so to make myself feel better I’ve decided to write a post. Of course, since my last post was almost eight months ago, there’s some catching up to do.
To be fair, I was busy. For one, I had a baby, which let me just say was a bit of a trip. I’m a parent now. WHOA.
I have nothing wise or insightful to say about this. Just. . . whoa.
And then, not two weeks after my son arrived, I got my edit letter. I did my first round of edits with my baby on my lap.
And that round of edits was magical (and not just because of all the hormones in my blood). Martha at Greenwillow and Sara at HotKey are so incredibly smart, and the edit letter was brilliant and insightful and all good things. In the past few months, I’ve honed and polished the manuscript, the characters growing stronger, the plot clearer, and the writing cleaner.
We’re nearing the final stages of that process, and it makes me a bit sad. Coming from a collaborative background in musical theatre, working with these two brilliant editors has actually been one of my favorite parts of writing this book. Not like writing from scratch with blank pages that sit there and mock you grumble grumble this *$&#^@ sequel. . . .
Between rounds of edits and cleaning spit-up, I took a trip to Hawaii to see my brother-in-law marry my new sister-in-law. It was a beautiful wedding, and the gods of Old Hawaii blessed them with a brief shower of misty rain and a lovely double rainbow. They blessed me with a baby that didn’t cry on the 11 hour flight.
Anyway as the year (and this post) draw to a close, I’m looking back and not feeling so bad about not having time to update this here blog.
by heidiadmin
I got on Query Shark.
When I got the email that my query letter was posted, I did not know whether I’d end up bitten in half like Herbie Robinson from Cleveland or if I’d wind up wounded but triumphant, like Bethany Hamilton.
Turns out it was better than I imagined.