Novel still coming along!!

My novel is going through the process... still some time before it's to be published.  I'm in the queue waiting for an editor to be assigned.  Once I have an editor to work with, it should go quickly.  I'm still thrilled to be moving from "writer to author" as an article by Joni Cole states in  'The Writer' magazine .  It is exciting, yet a bit overwhelming.  Since this is my debut novel, I can't wait for it to be published.  And time seems to have slowed down, which normally I would appreciate, but now... not so much. :-)

Speaking of 'The Writer' magazine, there was another interesting article in the July 2017 issue (yes, I'm a bit behind in my reading) titled "This Week on Extreme Hoarders: Dr. Victor Frankenstein" by Susan Perabo.  She talks about how, when she was in college, she was writing and writing until her professor finally said, "I think you are about done with this material."  She didn't understand until he said, "I think you should write another story."  What he meant was that she was telling her story over and over again.  She states that she felt free, it was her "Get out of Jail" free card until it dawned on her, where was this new material going to come from?   She said she had gotten very good at imagining herself in different situations, but someone new?  Haven't we all been there?  You know yourself, your feelings, your life, situations you've been in, places you've visited, people you've met... good and bad, that have made you happy or sad.  But it was always you as the character.  Now he wants you to build someone else.  How??

Susan recommends that you build an extreme hoarder house filled with stored experiences, people you've seen, etc. and begin to build your character, "your character who is not anyone, until you make him someone."   She recommends you sit quietly, close your eyes and go into your "extreme hoarder" house and see what's there... she made me remember an older man I saw at the airport who was seeing his daughter and her family off.  They were going back to CA and he was on the east coast.  He was so brave until they boarded their flight.  He stood watching for their flight to take off and then, there it was... rumbling down the runway, lifting up , up.  His hand traced that plane along the window like he was trying to touch them as they left... it happened years ago, but that scene stayed with me and still hurts my heart.  What was their story?  His story?  That's what she was talking about... a woman sitting on a bench, crying... why?  You build her story, what she feels, what she had been through, look around your life and your hoarder house and find other things you have seen... different from you.  Look for baggage she says, just not your baggage.  It's hard, I know, since we are always told to write about what you know, but that can be the location, etc, but the character has to be anyone but you.  He or she has to be complete, she says, when the character emerges from the house.  And then, she drives the story... let her go.  You follow her as she starts doing her thing.  Follow her and let her tell the story in the first draft.  Susan says, at this point you, the writer, never ask what she calls "workshoppy" questions... like, "what am I trying to say."  You are not telling the story, your character is.

I thought that Susan's article was intriguing.  Follow her advice and see where your character takes you!

Will be back when I have more news about my novel or something new to discuss.  In the meantime, I'm working on three other manuscripts - and doing many other things.  Never a dull moment for me.

Keep writing,
Till,
Judi

Publication of my novel is coming along...

Cover for "She's Not You" novel

Well, the front cover is finished.  I don't have a release date yet, but here's a peek at the back cover blurb:

"A small, isolated fishing village on the tip of Cape Cod, a place where the town’s jail has one cell with a broken lock and the police force consists of the chief and two deputies, seems an unlikely spot for dead women to be washing ashore. And yet, so far this summer, two bodies have been discovered on the morning tide, both resembling each other and Jamie Janson.

Jamie returns to Oyster Point to clean out and sell her grandaunt Pita’s Cape Cod cottage, a place filled with family memories—when there had been a family. Her homecoming is marred by the discovery of a woman’s body during her morning run along the beach. Huddled around the seaweed encrusted form is a group of men, including Oyster Point’s Chief of Police, Jack Hereford. Is their meeting destiny, chance, or orchestrated by Pita? Jack soon realizes that Jamie’s emotional fragility belies her inner strength and courage—unspoken qualities by Pita when she asked him to watch over Jamie. That deathbed promise will turn out to be the toughest part of his job and maybe the best part of his life.

As Jamie settles into her life on the Cape, an unknown male with camera in hand shadows her everywhere—on the beach, around her cottage, even at Jack’s sister’s house. With her life spinning out of control, Jamie’s visions resume, dreams she hasn’t had since her parents were killed when she was sixteen. Making a vow to confront the stalker and keep him from forcing her to live in fear, she and Jack devise a plan to entice the suspected stalker out into the open. The scheme backfires and Jamie’s gone…"

You'll be holding your breath as you follow this adventure to the end.

I love the way that Jamie and Jack play off of each other using their very different skill sets and backgrounds.  Will they have more 'cold case' solving escapades together... you bet.   

As soon as I have a release date, I'll let you know.

Till,
Judi

A Christmas memory... again

Please enjoy a reprint of my Christmas story... my elf still watches over me :-)  Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays to all!

Till,
Judi

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Many years ago, the Christmas season couldn't come fast enough for one little girl.  When she and her Dad arrived at the local church lot to pick out a tree, that's when it began.  It was always a glorious day... the trees stood straight on their own or leaned on wooden saw horses.  Some towered over her, some she could pat on the top, some she could reach around and others, well, they were three times as round as she was.  Bright lights twinkled everywhere and Christmas music blared through scarred old speakers at the entrance to the lot.  If she were lucky, she might even catch a snow flake or two on her tongue.

She roamed the makeshift trails through the forest of Christmas trees, singing and twirling.  Finally, she stopped.  Yup, this was definitely the one.  She stared up at her father and pointed a hand knitted mitten toward the oh too tall tree.  Her father smiled and said, "A bit too tall?"  She shook her head, he paid the man and off they drove with the prize tree tied to the roof of the car.

A week before Christmas, the tree stand, lights and decorations made their way down from the attic in the usual parade - bags and boxes of ornaments, the satchel of lights and the new boxes of tinsel and angel hair.  Dad brought the tree into the living room after he had secretly trimmed branches off the top and sawed off a bit from the bottom.  "To allow the tree to drink," he would say.  The rest of the day would be filled with laughter, singing, hot chocolate, and hanging silver tinsel on the tree and on her sisters' heads.  The tinsel hung from their hair like silver braids making them laugh even harder.  Once the ornaments had lovingly been placed in their usual spots on the tree, Mother would stretch angel hair from limb to limb.  Then Father would plug in the lights and everyone "oohed and ahhed" and the season began.

The day after the tree was decorated, a group of small elves arrived, one for each of the three girls.  They sat on a cloud of angel hair on top of the television observing the behavior of all throughout the Christmas season.  The little girl couldn't touch her elf or he would lose his magic, her mother told her.  And so, each morning she would check that he was still there, watching. 

When she crept down the old creaky stairs on Christmas morning, he had disappeared.   Mama said, "After Santa places all the gifts under the tree, he takes the elves back to the North Pole on his sleigh." 

As years went by, the little girl grew up and lost touch with her elf.  Christmases went by and she never saw him or even thought about him.  And then, one magical Christmas, many years later after her parents had died, she hung an old wreath in her window, the one that had hung on the front door when she was a child.  As she opened the box of ornaments that had been moved from her childhood home's attic, she saw a flash.   She looked up and there, in all his glory, sat her elf on a copper wind twister in front of the ancient wreath.  She laughed and cried at the same time.  He hadn't forgotten about her even though she had left him behind. 

And so, her elf returns each Christmas season to help the little girl, now a grown woman with a family and home of her own, make new memories and new traditions.  But he reminds her constantly of the child who once chose the tree with her Dad and who laughed, sang and drank hot chocolate as she decorated the tree with her Mother and sisters - he brings back all of her childhood holiday memories.   

May this season bring you peace, new memories and a return of the excitement that you felt as a child during this time of year.

Till,
Judi

Coming soon...

Well, the process has begun.  I'm working with a graphic designer on the cover, soon an editor will enter the picture and then a release date will be set.   I'm hoping that the process moves quickly and the book will be out by Valentine's day :-) or by Spring.  It is still very exciting. 

I've worked on this particular manuscript for years -- updated it, edited it, rewritten parts of it, put it away for months and then this year decided it was time to let it fly.  November 1st came, which was my drop dead date, and I sent the manuscript out to two publishers.  My feeling at that point was that if it wasn't accepted by a publisher, I was going to self-publish it.

Then, about two weeks later, an email arrived in my inbox from one of them. I had received so many rejection notes throughout the years that I knew what it would say ...  thanks for submitting, but... always a but... it just doesn't fit into what we are looking for at this time, or I just can't take on another author, or.... 

I took a deep breath and opened the email message.  It began the same way... thank you for sending us "She's Not You". I almost closed it at that point but decided to see what excuse they would use... "If that title is stilll available, we would like to acquire it."  I reread it and then let out a "woo hoo" and ran around the office.  It was so thrilling.  For a writer, I don't think that feeling ever goes away, no matter how many pieces you have published.  Every time you send out a manuscript, you are exposing your work to others to read.  If they aren't thrilled with it like you are, it's very disappointing.  By the way, the other publisher loved it as well!!

I told you in an earlier blog that the workshop I took last winter really changed my writing - my characters were deeper; my scenes more senual and real, and the story line stronger and more realistic.  I have one fault as a writer, I fall in love with my characters.  I hate to let them go.  But in this case, there will be a sequel, so I get to follow them on another adventure. 

Writing is not easy and even though I have written and published tons of technical papers, creative writing is very different -- you have to write about real feelings and places, and create characters that the reader will connect to.  So, what I'm trying to tell you is not to give up, don't stop writing, and definitely take workshops and classes where you will receive constructive feedback.

My year is ending on a very high note and I'm hoping to keep that feeling going throughout 2018!  May you all have great happiness and success next year and enjoy good health and good friends along the way.

Happy holidays to you all! 
Judi

Exciting news... Debut Novel coming!

Yes, it's true... I received notice yesterday that my manuscript had been accepted for publication.  I don't have the details yet and still have work to do with the publisher on final manuscript, cover etc. but I'm so very excited!  I haven't even signed the contract yet. 

I have worked long and hard on my writing - writers' groups, creative writing workshops, on-line courses... and it has paid off. 

The story takes place on Cape Cod... mystery, thriller and romance.  Say tuned - there surely will be more to come.

Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate the holiday!  I'm always thankful... maybe a bit more this year.

Till,
Judi

Nature and I are moving along....

October Beauty Judi Getch © 2017

I had to go for a walk today... I know, I should be writing, but you just can't pass up a day like today.  It was so glorius - the sun was warm, but there was a slight fall breeze.  There was no sighting of the black bear Mama with her cubs today along the river's edge.  I must have missed her.  We had a slight frost the other night, but still no killing frost, even with the snow on the mountain.  I have no doubt it will come!

I did a lot of editing this morning waiting for the temperature outside to rise.  I'm hoping to have the manuscript ready by the end of the month.  I think that I might miss the Christmas season, but you'll have a wonderful book to read in front of the fire in January!!!  I think you'll love the characers... JJ has endured much sadness, heartbreak and challenges in her life, but the latest one?  A stalker?  How will she deal with him?  Straight on... and does she need to be rescued by her love interest, the Chief of Police?  You'll have to wait till it's released to find out....

Okay, now that I've teased you, back to editing or you'll never know what happens to JJ :-)

Till,
Judi

My trip ends... my work resumes.

Photo by Judi Getch 9/24/2017 ©

One of the things I love to do is fly overnight.  I never sleep, but watch the towns and cities that are illuminated below in the total darkness.   Who are these people who inhabit this place?  Why do they choose to live here?  Some towns are so isolated... the nearest lit town miles and miles away.  Did they grow up here, meet the love of their life, marry and live out their days in this place?  All great story lines... what would it be like to live a year in one of these towns?  To be submerged in their way of life?

As we approached home, I watched the starlit sky turn a dark purple then a cerulean blue with the rosy colors of dawn appearing slowly on the horizon. Finally, the sun popped up on fire.  As my latest book says, "Jamie loved this time of day - just before sunrise when the world belonged to her, rosy in color signifying a new beginning and another chance to make things right.  She loved the first but struggled with the second."  Think she was channeling my thoughts as I flew home? :-)   

I had planned on editing much if not all of my manuscript this trip, but managed only two chapters... too much fun, too much to see and do, and maybe too much wine.  But I did a lot of people watching, listening to conversations and talking to new people.  The trip was awesome... seems like a dream now.  Even winging my way home, I was talking to a man from Malaysia who was sitting near me. He had many questions about the United States.

Once I readjust to my time zone, I'll dig into the editing once again.  My plan is to finish it completely in 4-6 weeks and submit the manuscript to a publisher.  I'm close, but being a Type A personality, I'll never be satisfied with it :-(  

I have two more completed manuscripts to work on after this one is completed... never a dull moment.

Hope you all are writing and filling your day creating your very important characters in their oh so important places solving their seemingly unsurmountable problems... I am!

Keep striving,
Till, 
Judi

And BTW, I did find a group of authors/writers not too far away from me.  They currently don't have a writers group, but it was nice to meet and talk shop with them.