Fun things I’ve learned through novel research

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John and Marlena have been talking divorce! But he only wanted to get Kristen to sleep with him so Brady would break up with her!

To detect a witch, put a Bible under her mattress, put a broomstick in her path, scratch across underher chair, or put a little pawpaw in her tobacco. Any of these things will make a witch deathly sick. You could also get a new awl and fix it so just a little bit of the tip sticks out in the seat of a chair, then get the witch to sitinit. If she screams and jumps up, she’s not a witch, because a witch couldn’t feel it.

Someone ran the 800 meter in less than 1min. 41 seconds!

Many life insurance policies really do pay in the event of suicide.

If you see a hog in the road, turn around. Wherever you are going, you are not welcome.

What’s the most interesting thing you’ve ever learned through novel research?

Funny story…

So, ever since his birth, my 2-year-old son (we’ll call him Gunther to protect his identity. Hey! Don’t go looking up his real name on my “About” page!). Anyway, since birth, Gunther has been obsessed with his penis. His scrotum too. As, I’m sure, are all little boys older boys grown men people with penises.

(MOTHER: Doctor, when will my son get over this obsession with his penis? DOCTOR: Well, has your husband gotten over it yet? MOTHER: Touche.)

I’m telling you he was not even a week old the first time he grabbed it during a diaper change. And this was not your typical grab. (Not that I know what a typical penis grab looks like. Just saying.) He really squeeeezed it. And dug his nails in. I had to call my husband in.

“Honey, doesn’t this look like it should hurt?”

He regarded it with a head tilt and a squint. Like an art buyer studying a painfully grotesque portrait. “That can’t feel good. Come on, Buddy, let go.”

But Gunther just squeezed tighter. And he was smiling.

Recently, he started reaching into his diaper and pulling it out. I really want to be the cool mom who doesn’t let such things concern her. And truly, I don’t care that my son likes to play with his penis. Why should I?

Except for this. Penis out means pee all over the clothes. So I started putting onesies under his clothes, all the time. Especially at night, because every morning he’d been waking up with soaking wet pajamas and sheets, and I’m sick of all the laundry.

The first morning he woke up in a onesie, I opened his bedroom door to find him lying on his stomach, butt in the air, with one hand reaching around and trying to get in there from underneath. When he noticed me he cried, “Mommy! Play with the penis Mommy!” Then a more desperate, shrieking, “HELP PLEASE! PLAY WITH THE PENIS!”

Sorry, bud. That’s something Mommy can’t help you with.

Dear Author: Thank you for your query. Unfortunately…

This isn’t going to be one of those, “Rejection is hard, but buck up! My book was rejected eighty-seven times and now I have a famous New York agent and a three book deal with a six-figure advance!” type of articles.

See, between my two novels, I’ve received 94 rejections, and I do not currently have a literary agent or a publishing contract.

Ah, I remember those few weeks after I sent out my first round of queries and the emails started coming in. This is going to sound embarrassing, but I got excited by my first automated reply.

Dear Author,

Thank you for querying us with your project. We consider all queries carefully, and our usual response time is 2 weeks to 3 months.

Joy! An actual, living, breathing New York agent had a letter about my book in her in-box, just waiting to be read. I could see her clicking it open on her screen, eyes tired from reading hundreds of these so far today. But my clever writing style catches her eye and she nods. Not bad. This kid might have something here.

(Question: Why do I think literary agents sound like baseball scouts from old black and white movies?)

Then, as the weeks went by, the rejections trickled in. Dear Nicole, While I did enjoy reading the first bit of Women Like Us, I don’t believe I’m the right agent to represent you.

Most of them were very nice. I should keep querying, they said. I deserved an agent who could enthusiastically represent my work, they said. All of that’s true, but it doesn’t change the fact that I want someone to appreciate my novel now! For Jehoshaphat’s sake! I spent a year of my life crying and bleeding out this book. And I think the query letter may have sucked ten years of my life away. (Must write to Prince Humperdink and Count Rugen with new torture machine idea.)

One agent apologized for taking several months to respond to my query. She’d held onto it and its accompanying pages for longer than usual because she really did enjoy my writing. But in the end, it just didn’t grab her enough. Well, it’s nice to know that my book is merely “not quite good enough.”

Another agent said I was an excellent writer, but she couldn’t sell my book. “There’s a lot of potentially offensive material. Even right there in the query letter.” Seriously? Who would want to read a book that couldn’t possibly offend anyone? (By the way, my book is not dirty or smutty, I swear.)

It got to the point where whenever I saw, “RE: Query: WOMEN LIKE US” in the subject line I’d think, “Oh, I got another rejection today. There’s one to cross off the list!”

It wasn’t all bad, though. I did get a number of requests for partials and fulls. (I actually have something promising going on now, but I don’t want to jinx it.)

Still, those rejections can sting if you let them. Despite all my ranting, I think I’m through letting them hurt me. Barbara Kingsolver said, “Don’t consider it rejected. Consider that you’ve addressed it ‘to the editor who can appreciate my work’ and it has simply come back stamped ‘Not at this address’. Just keep looking for the right address.”

I’m pretty sure I’m going to find that right address someday.

How do you all deal with rejection in your writing life?

Welcome!

I started a blog! I started a blog!

So here it is, 2013, and I’m just now discovering the wonder that is blogging. Not that I’m a hopeless dolt who’s never heard of a web log before. I’m just late to everything. I joined facebook in 2009. I’d never pinned before last year. My very first tweet of my tweeting life was just three months ago! (Or was it four? My short-term memory fell out of my brain around 2008.)

But why shouldn’t I blog? I’m a writer. I like to talk. I looove to tell stories. And I pray all you lovely readers will enjoy hearing them. (Please like my stories. It’s OK if you don’t, just don’t tell me. OK, you can tell me, but be nice. Oh what the hell, I can take it. Bring on the criticism! But you like my stories, right?)

This blog is about my relentless quest to get my novels published. You’ll find posts about writing, editing, networking with other authors, and of course, me begging querying agents and publishers for their help. I’ll also write about my kids, my gorgeous husband (see cover photo), my curmudgeonly old man trapped in a puppy’s body, and life in general. Because what writer can really separate all that from their work, anyway?

Thank you for reading! I do hope you enjoy the blog!