Monday, October 17, 2016

The Book of My Heart

I've been thinking about this a lot lately--the book of my heart.  A few years ago, a dear friend sent me the link to Beth Revis's blog post on the same subject.  We discussed it at length--do all of us have a book that we were meant to write?  The one.  The writing equivalent of a soulmate.  And if I don't, is there something wrong with me?  Does it make me soul-less?  Because at the time, I didn't have a book of my heart.

I believe that all of my books contain a bit of my heart.  Gilt is full of my own concerns about inaction, and how not doing anything can be as bad as doing the wrong thing.  Tarnish is a hymn to my own adolescent feminism.  And Brazen is testament to heartbreak and loss.  I love them all, and each held its own kind of magic while I wrote.  They are each, in essence, a book of my heart.

Recently, though, I've been digging deeper in my writing.  Because I have no contracts to fulfill, and no publisher asking for anything specific from me, I've had the freedom to choose and play around with and take the time to write stories that come from somewhere else.  Not from history, but from somewhere deeper.  With no guidelines and no restrictions, I can do anything I want.

It's not easy.  In fact, there are times that I wonder what the hell I was thinking.  Why don't I just write that YA about Jane Grey?  Or Joan of Arc?  Or Queen Elizabeth?  Why don't I stick to what I know and do well?

Because as an artist--and we are all artists, my friends--I want to stretch and grow and try new things.  Because if I wanted to do the same thing day after day, I would put on a green apron and a big smile and be your Starbucks barista.  I'm good at that.  I've had lots of practice.

But I want to be a writer, so I dive into deep water.  And I've loved it.  Not every minute (do any of us?  If you do, tell me your secret!)  But I've learned to love writing again.  And I'm learning that writing from the heart takes time and effort and tears, but it is so soul-satisfying.

I've also learned that rejection hurts more if you have more invested.  That when the book of your heart gets picked apart or worse, dispassionately, indifferently put down and abandoned, it feels more personal.  One year on (and yes, it's been a year since I sent that book out, the one that came from some magical place and went nowhere in publishing), I've learned that I'm glad I wrote it, anyway.  More than glad--I'm a different person.  A better person.  That book made me see more and hear more and find a creative place in myself that I wouldn't have otherwise.  Of course, it would have been great if it had sold and I was here telling you a release date or revealing a cover.  But I wrote it.  And I'm proud of it.  And I'll do it again.  Because that's what writing is--digging deep down into your artistic well and bringing up something fresh and life-sustaining.  I try to come to the well every day, with every project, but the Book of My Heart taught me to drink.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Where to Begin?

I've written seven novels ranging in length from 60,000 words to 105,000, and I only know two things for certain:  Every book is different.  And I learn something new every time.  Today, I begin a new blog series all about what I’ve learned (and forgotten, and relearned).  So today, I begin at the beginning.

The logline.

Caught you there, didn’t I?  Personally, I always thought that I write the logline when the book is finished.  I’ve always thought the logline—the elevator pitch—is an odious business.  How do you distill a 105,000-word book into two sentences?  How do you even begin?

That last is the golden question.  I learned recently (after seven books and goodness knows how many thousands of pages) that beginning with the logline helps you distill your idea before you write it.  The logline should include the essence of each crucial element. By giving time and energy to this at the beginning, you know what you’re in for before you even write Chapter One at the top of the page.

It’s still not easy.  In some ways, I still find it odious.  And I certainly resist it, even though I know it’s good for me.  I’m about to start work on a new novel, so I need this reminder, too.  This is the exercise I plan to do:

1. A logline must have the following
-           the protagonist
-           their goal
-           the conflict that could prevent them from achieving that goal

2. Don’t use a character name (unless it’s immediately recognizable—say, Anne Boleyn or Kanye West).  Instead, tell us something about the character—who she is, what she does. 
-           a literary editor
-           a blues guitarist

3. Add an adjective.  This gives us a sense of character, but also gives you, the writer, a hook to hang your characterization on.  Be creative. 
-           a maverick literary editor
-           a train-jumping blues guitarist

4. Give us a goal.  What drives your story—and more importantly, what drives you character?  This is the promise the rest of your 100,000 words delivers.
-           a maverick literary editor wants to travel around the world faster than anyone ever has
-           a train-jumping blues guitarist rides the rails to escape his past

5. What is your conflict?
-           a maverick literary editor races the country’s most famous journalist to set the record for around the world travel
-           a train-jumping blues guitarist confronts the darkness of life beyond the margins in order to escape his past

6. If you have a ticking clock, use it.
-           a maverick literary editor races time, tide, and the country’s most famous journalist to set the record for around-the-world travel

7. A little world-building…
-           in 1889, when women didn’t have the vote or the ability to walk the streets of the city unchaperoned, a maverick literary editor ventures out alone to race time, tide, etc…

No need to reveal the ending—you might not even know exactly what it is yet, and the point is the logline is to entice--even if you're just enticing yourself at this point.  Some people might suggest you add a hint of theme, but I find I don’t always know my theme until I’ve revised at least once.  For this—your beginning—you just want the basics.

Look at what you’ve got here.  Can anything be improved?  Is that adjective really the best choice for that character?  Is that character actually the best and most unique person for that story?  Maybe the literary editor is actually super-heroic.  Maybe the blues guitarist is actually a barista.  Play.  This is your chance to make all the changes you want.  One to three sentences is a lot easier to alter than a hundred and five.

If you want some additional ideas for writing elevator pitches and loglines, check out an old formula I posted on the YA Muses blog, or try Blake Snyder’s Save the Cat logline.

Monday, January 11, 2016

BRAZEN Deleted Scene

Last year, during the YA Scavenger Hunt, I posted a deleted scene from BRAZEN on another site.  It was only up for the few days that the Hunt was going, but I recently received an e-mail from a reader (thank you, Judith!) asking if I might repost it.

This scene occurs before the action of the novel by about six months.  Mary Howard is in the coronation procession for Anne Boleyn and describes all that she sees and who she meets...

All around me is gold and white and crimson, the sky a surprising blue above us.  The queen’s hair, brushed a hundred strokes, hangs down her back like a thick black waterfall.  Anne Boleyn, as beautiful and as stony as a statue.
The men and women of Cheapside dressed in their best, patched and brushed and so out of place amongst the white and gold and velvet and silver tissue that hangs from every house.  But the men still wear their caps and the faces of all alike are sour and insolent.  The cheers of “God Save the Queen!” are few and far between.
My horse shifts beneath me, eager to be moving. The men and women stare, openmouthed at the inaudible pageant performed on the street corner.  I press one hand to the pocket at my side.  My mother’s letter there crinkles, the sound louder to me than the stamping of hooves and shouts of the thousands.
Ungrateful wretch – she began.
You dare to ally yourself with that woman – she continued.
You will hear from me no more – she finished.
If only my mother kept her promises.
The bleating of the sackbut ceases and the procession moves forward again. “HA HA!” One man crows as we depart.
“I hate it when the ignorant learn to read.”
I turn to Jane Boleyn, Lady Rochford, to my left.  She sits upright in her saddle, the crimson of her gown reflecting pink off of her pale skin, the gold coronet of her hood sparking in a flash of sun.
“What’s he laughing at?” I ask.
“The initials.” Lady Rochford waves a dismissive hand at the white and gold canopy that shades the queen from the sun, embroidered with the Tudor rose, a crowned falcon, and two letters entwined.  H and A – Henry and Anne.  Ha ha.
Lady Rochford scowls, the skin around her eyes stretched by fatigue. She served Queen Katherine for years, but she’s married to the new queen’s brother.  I wonder if she, like my mother, believes all of this pomp is just a sham.  A brave show to try to justify a fabricated marriage.  Like a conjurer’s trick, mother said, to make the people believe.
From the faces of the people around me, it doesn’t seem to be working.
Things are a little more cheerful at Gracechurch Street, where Mount Parnassus looms over an archway where a marble fountain spouts Rhenish wine from four spigots.  One man – his left hand an open sore – lies on his back with his head directly underneath a spout while Apollo and the Muses entertain us, proclaiming all of Queen Anne’s virtues, but especially her ability to bear sons.  Many believe she already carries one, her belly overlarge beneath the white of her gown.
My brother is near the head of the procession, standing in for our father who is away in France.  Never one to stand on ceremony, he Hal turns his horse and comes to me.
“Mary.” We are virtual strangers.  He is better friends with the king’s son – his obligatory childhood companion – than he is with me. 
“Did Mother contact you?” he asks.
I nod.  No need to tell him what she said.
“Did she threaten never to speak to you again?”
I lift my eyes to his.
“She did, didn’t she?” Hal laughs.  “What else did she say?”
“That I should think long and hard about who I am.  And about where my loyalties should lie.”
“In other words, she reminded you of your Stafford descent, that you are royalty in your own right, and that you should not allow yourself to be taken in by a woman who appears to have gained her position by witchcraft and seduction.”
“Mother said that to you?”
He leans closer, his saddle creaking. “Not in so many words.  But it is easy to read between them with our mother, is it not?  Especially for someone who savors them like sweetmeats.”
Hal eyes me steadily.
He remembers.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

YASH Follow-up

Thanks to all of you who stopped by on the YA Scavenger Hunt, and to all of you who just stopped by to read PJ Hoover's exclusive content!

Congratulations to the GOLD team winner, Rena Malik, who won twenty signed books from each member of the team.  And congratulations, as well, to Barbara Gordon, the winner of my giveaway!

I asked for comments as an entry to my giveaway, answering the question: What is your favorite coming-of-age novel and why?  I received over one hundred responses, and I was delighted by how enthusiastic everyone was about their favorite books!  I have definitely added some of them to my own TBR list, and I hope that you might stop by and check out some of the answers, too.

Unsurprisingly, the book that had the greatest number of recommendations was The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green.  What did surprise me was that it was tied with Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell.  Not because Rowell's book isn't as good, but because I would have guessed one of her other books!  I'll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson was the next leading contemporary novel.

By far the majority of the other books were futuristic and/or fantasy, with Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi leading the pack, followed closely by Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas, The Mortal Instruments and Infernal Devices series by Cassandra Clare, Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead, and, of course, The Hunger Games, Twilight, and Harry Potter.

A few of you especially loved historical novels, including the Bloody Jack series by L.A. Meyer, The Agency by Y.S. Lee and All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr (which was also one of the only books written for adults that made the list.)

But probably the most surprising answer was "No fav.  I don't really read them."  This made me wonder why this person was on the Scavenger Hunt in the first place!  But perhaps he or she mistook my question.

Thanks again for coming by and recommending books to me.  I'm looking forward to reading them!

Thursday, April 2, 2015

YA Scavenger Hunt!

The YA Scavenger Hunt is over!  But my giveaway will be active until midnight, Pacific Time, Sunday, April 6th.

Hello, I am Katherine Longshore, hostess of this leg of the hunt!  I love travel, history and chocolate (though not necessarily always in that order) and am the author of three novels of friendship, love and betrayal set in the court of Henry VIII (GILT, TARNISH, and BRAZEN) and the "Downtonesque" MANOR OF SECRETS.  There will be a super-secret, exclusive deleted scene from BRAZEN on another blog stop, so keep searching!

You are currently hunting on Team Gold!


During this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue at each stop. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize--one lucky winner will receive one book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 72 hours!

Directions: Somewhere in this post, I have listed my favorite number (HINT, it is highlighted in GOLD.). Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the gold team, and then add them up (don't worry, you can use a calculator!). 

Entry Form: Once you've added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.

Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are EIGHT contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the GOLD TEAM--but every team offers chances to win entirely different sets of books!

Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian's permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by Sunday, April 5th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

But be sure to read all the way to the bottom of the post--I'm hosting an additional giveaway and I'd love it if you enter!


Today, I am hosting the fabulous P.J. Hoover for the Scavenger Hunt!

After a fifteen year bout as an electrical engineer, P. J. Hoover started writing books for kids and teens. When not writing, P. J. spends time with her husband and two kids and enjoys practicing kung fu, solving Rubik's cubes, and watching Star Trek. Her middle grade novel, Tut: The Story of My Immortal Life (Starscape/Macmillan, September 2014), tells the story of a young immortal King Tut, who's been stuck in middle school for over 3,000 years and must defeat an ancient enemy with the help of a dorky kid from school, a mysterious Egyptian princess, and a one-eyed cat. Her first novel for teens, Solstice (Tor Teen/Macmillan, June 2013), takes place in a global warming future and explores the parallel world of mythology beside our own. 

Find out more by checking out P.J's website and find out how to buy SOLSTICE here

Piper's world is dying. Each day brings hotter temperatures and heat bubbles that threaten to destroy the earth. Amid this global heating crisis, Piper lives under the oppressive rule of her mother, who suffocates her even more than the weather does. Everything changes on her eighteenth birthday, when her mother is called away on a mysterious errand and Piper seizes her first opportunity for freedom.

Piper discovers a universe she never knew existed—a sphere of gods and monsters—and realizes that her world is not the only one in crisis. While gods battle for control of the Underworld, Piper’s life spirals out of control as she struggles to find the answer to the secret that has been kept from her since birth.

Tricia is sharing with us the exclusive opening chapter of a sequel to SOLSTICE, and I, for one, am hooked...


Tricia's exclusive YASH content is no longer available, but I hope you'll still look her up, and check out SOLSTICE!



Continue the hunt and enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of signed books by me, P.J. Hoover, and more!  Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the gold team and you'll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, Alexandra Monir!

And as you go through the hunt, be sure to 


As you go through the Hunt, you will learn more about my book, BRAZEN (and read a deleted scene from the original manuscript), on Amy McNulty's blog, but I wanted to give all the hunters an exclusive opportunity to win a full set of all FOUR of my books--GILT, TARNISH, BRAZEN and MANOR OF SECRETS. The stories feature love and death, manipulation and romance, loyalty, loss, and most importantly, learning to be yourself.  As an added bonus, the Tudor books are the matching paperbacks printed only in the UK.

Entering is easy--all you have to do is one (or all!) of the things listed in the Rafflecopter below.  But while you're here, the easiest of all is to comment!

I'm always on the lookout for a fabulous new read, so tell me:

What is your favorite YA or coming-of-age novel?  And if you've got the time, tell me why!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Monday, March 23, 2015

Come Join the YA Scavenger Hunt!

I'm so excited to be participating in this year's YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors...and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize--one lucky winner will receive one book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 72 hours!

There will be EIGHT contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I will be joining the GOLD TEAM--but there are seven others, and you can participate in all of them for a chance to win books!

The Hunt will begin at 12 NOON Pacific time on Thursday, April 2nd and ends at noon on April 5th.  I'll be posting exclusive content from BRAZEN on another author's site and giving away special additional prizes right here, so stay tuned!

Thursday, September 25, 2014

My Favorite Banned Books as a Teenager

I originally posted this blog with the YA Muses in September of 2010.  Of course, much of it remains true today, except that my dad passed away two years ago, and I can no longer call on him to recommend challenging books to me.  Now it's my job to do the same for my teenager.

On my first day of Sophomore AP English, I brought home the extracurricular reading list.  I had chosen the “new” teacher – young, foreign, different.  She had big ideas.  Eccentric tastes.  Expansive theories.

My dad grew up in the deep South in the 1940s and 50s amongst people who had fixed opinions and a strong sense of tradition.  People who didn't question their faith or the government.

My dad took a long look at that list.  Graham Greene.  Ernest Hemingway.  Kurt Vonnegut.  John Steinbeck.  Ken Kesey.  William Golding. J.D. Salinger.  Anthony Burgess.

He sighed.

“I loved these books,” he said.  And showed me his favorites.

In honor of Banned Books week and in honor of my dad (on whose opinion I still pick up certain titles), I’d like to share a few of those books with you.   I read them in high school.  The “classics” were my books of choice.  They, and my parents, made me who I am.  The reader.  The writer.  The person.  All of these have been banned or challenged at one time or another.

A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway.  Burned by the Nazis.  Banned by the Italians for its accurate portrayal of the retreat from Caporetto.  Challenged for being a “sex novel”.  This was my favorite Hemingway.  A brilliant love story.  Tragic.  I may have thrown it across the room when I finished it, though.  I was a little volatile as a teenager.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey.  Banned and challenged for language, promoting criminal activity and “secular humanism”.  Quite possibly one of the most heart-wrenching books I’ve ever read (another one that hit the wall when I read the final page).  I read it on my dad’s solid recommendation.  Then we watched the movie together.  Jack Nicholson rocks.

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck.  I seriously fell in love with Steinbeck and Hemingway in high school.  This book was banned and is still challenged for profanity (damn!), violence and being defamatory to women and differently-abled people.  It was also pulled from shelves in one community because Steinbeck was known to have an “anti-business” attitude and “questionable patriotism”.  You can’t question his technique, though.  George and Lenny live in my mind 20 years later.

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.  This book is consistently challenged for language (damn again!) and racial epithets.  Also for its portrayal of the treatment of blacks by racist whites in rural Alabama.  Huh.  I may have read it when I was sixteen, but wasn’t that kind of the point?  Lee wrote the book so eloquently she showed us what that community was like.  Her use of language fit the setting.  Those characters were unlikely to wander around calling blacks “African-Americans”.    My dad thought her portrayal of the South was acutely accurate.

This is a short list of  my favorite books when I was a teenager.  I still count them as such today.  (Yes, I was a nerd.  And a drama geek.  Double whammy). I can’t countenance removing them from the shelves of libraries and classrooms.  Or any other book that encourages a child or teenager to think, to question, to discuss.  To read.

The Long List (favorite banned books I read as a teenager):

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Animal Farm by George Orwell
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway
The Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
Sophie's Choice by William Styron
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger