Today was a big day for this writer chick.

After five-plus years in the making.
It came last night, via email. . . . . .  (drum roll, please)
* * * My publishing contract * * *
Hurrah!!! 
Rather bleary-eyed, I read it though a few times, then sent a message to my lawyer brother, asking him to take a look. (Didn’t want to sign any future children away, after all. Not yet, at least. Heh-heh.) 
After determining that everything looked kosher, and after sleeping on it one last time…..
The signing began! 

I took over my boss’s office (which seemed apropos, since I had also been in his office when I’d first spoken to my then would-be editor from Entangled. Plus, Boss’s corner office is so nice, what with all the space, wood furniture, spectacular view and, ya know, natural light.
 
I just LOVE how my pen name is included on the contract. So totally cool.
Err….what have I done?? Just breathe, writer chick.
I’m trying to enjoy this current moment in time, and not think about the upcoming unreasonable deadlines, hard decisions, painful edits and sleepless night filled with my beloved characters running around in my brain keeping me awake–they’re so darling that way. 

And please, feel free to rock out to this
When the book comes out, you’ll know why. 

xoxo,
OL

Today was a big day for this writer chick.

After five-plus years in the making.
It came last night, via email. . . . . .  (drum roll, please)
* * * My publishing contract * * *
Hurrah!!! 
Rather bleary-eyed, I read it though a few times, then sent a message to my lawyer brother, asking him to take a look. (Didn’t want to sign any future children away, after all. Not yet, at least. Heh-heh.) 
After determining that everything looked kosher, and after sleeping on it one last time…..
The signing began! 

I took over my boss’s office (which seemed apropos, since I had also been in his office when I’d first spoken to my then would-be editor from Entangled. Plus, Boss’s corner office is so nice, what with all the space, wood furniture, spectacular view and, ya know, natural light.
 
I just LOVE how my pen name is included on the contract. So totally cool.
Err….what have I done?? Just breathe, writer chick.
I’m trying to enjoy this current moment in time, and not think about the upcoming unreasonable deadlines, hard decisions, painful edits and sleepless night filled with my beloved characters running around in my brain keeping me awake–they’re so darling that way. 

And please, feel free to rock out to this
When the book comes out, you’ll know why. 

xoxo,
OL

the master .

As I’ve gotten more into the scene of blog-writing, -searching, and -creeping, I am left with one very important question. . .  

Why doesn’t Marian Keyes have a blog?
Seriously, it breaks my heart because I love her so much. Her words, her stories, her perfect chick-lit voice. The way she organically combines tragedy and comedy. I’d trade my right pinky nail for that kind of talent. (And believe me. . . my right pinky nail is my BEST nail.)
She doesn’t “tweet,” either. So I’m left with nothing.

I just want to hear her voice. Okay? Is that so wrong? Or weird? Reading her stories and books and even listening to them on audio isn’t enough anymore.

For those of you who know me, know that I quote MK practically every day. (See: Feathery Strokers.)
My sister and I were planning a trip to Ireland this summer. Secretly, I was hoping we would somehow run into MK on the street somewhere. Like maybe in her favorite chocolate shop; we’d both reach for the last caramel truffle, and then laugh nervously (wondering which of us would give in first), and then become best friends. She would confide in me all her secrets about writing the perfect novel, and then maybe she’d share with me the contents of her handbag–which is the truest test of friendship.

Until that wonderful day, please, allow me to share. . .

“I never wear flats. My shoes are so high that sometimes when I step out of them, people look around in confusion and ask, “Where’d she go?” and I have to say, ‘I’m down here’.” —Anybody Out There?
“You know what it’s like. Sometimes, you meet a wonderful person, but it’s only for a brief instant. Maybe on vacation or on a train or maybe even in a bus line. And they touch your life for a moment, but in a special way. And instead of mourning because they can’t be with you for longer, or because you don’t get the chance to know them better, isn’t it better to be glad that you met them at all?” —Watermelon 
“They say the path of true love never runs smooth. Well, Luke and my true love’s path didn’t run at all, it limped along in new boots that were chafing its heels. Blistered and cut, red and raw, every hopping, lopsided step, a little slice of agony.” —Rachel’s Holiday

“What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on a necklace of despair?” —This Charming Man

the master .

As I’ve gotten more into the scene of blog-writing, -searching, and -creeping, I am left with one very important question. . .  

Why doesn’t Marian Keyes have a blog?
Seriously, it breaks my heart because I love her so much. Her words, her stories, her perfect chick-lit voice. The way she organically combines tragedy and comedy. I’d trade my right pinky nail for that kind of talent. (And believe me. . . my right pinky nail is my BEST nail.)
She doesn’t “tweet,” either. So I’m left with nothing.

I just want to hear her voice. Okay? Is that so wrong? Or weird? Reading her stories and books and even listening to them on audio isn’t enough anymore.

For those of you who know me, know that I quote MK practically every day. (See: Feathery Strokers.)
My sister and I were planning a trip to Ireland this summer. Secretly, I was hoping we would somehow run into MK on the street somewhere. Like maybe in her favorite chocolate shop; we’d both reach for the last caramel truffle, and then laugh nervously (wondering which of us would give in first), and then become best friends. She would confide in me all her secrets about writing the perfect novel, and then maybe she’d share with me the contents of her handbag–which is the truest test of friendship.

Until that wonderful day, please, allow me to share. . .

“I never wear flats. My shoes are so high that sometimes when I step out of them, people look around in confusion and ask, “Where’d she go?” and I have to say, ‘I’m down here’.” —Anybody Out There?
“You know what it’s like. Sometimes, you meet a wonderful person, but it’s only for a brief instant. Maybe on vacation or on a train or maybe even in a bus line. And they touch your life for a moment, but in a special way. And instead of mourning because they can’t be with you for longer, or because you don’t get the chance to know them better, isn’t it better to be glad that you met them at all?” —Watermelon 
“They say the path of true love never runs smooth. Well, Luke and my true love’s path didn’t run at all, it limped along in new boots that were chafing its heels. Blistered and cut, red and raw, every hopping, lopsided step, a little slice of agony.” —Rachel’s Holiday

“What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on a necklace of despair?” —This Charming Man

Sunshine Day

So far, today is a win!
Why?
Well, first of all, because of this song . . . . .


(I heart Greg Brady. So sue me.)

And also because . . . . 

Today, there was loads of sunshine

I drove to lunch with the sunroof wide open
At said lunch, I met my fabulous, beautiful friend for her birthday at our favorite place
At our favorite place, I got a killer spicy black bean burger
Back at the office, I received some happy news

Then I lived through a very annoying meeting and didn’t need a Diet Coke. (This is a win in and of itself. You have no idea!)
My parents landed safely back home in California
And, if all goes well, I’ll consume only about 
another handful of these most delicious almond M&Ms, leave work, stop at the library, exercise, then spend the evening doing what I love the most. Writing–working on THIS

Okay, so maybe I’ve already scarfed more than one handful, but . . . wait! Did I mention how I haven’t had a Diet Coke?? All day??

Anyway. Thank you, awesomely productive, wonderful day. Hope to see you again reeeeeal soon.

Sunshine Day

So far, today is a win!
Why?
Well, first of all, because of this song . . . . .


(I heart Greg Brady. So sue me.)

And also because . . . . 

Today, there was loads of sunshine

I drove to lunch with the sunroof wide open
At said lunch, I met my fabulous, beautiful friend for her birthday at our favorite place
At our favorite place, I got a killer spicy black bean burger
Back at the office, I received some happy news

Then I lived through a very annoying meeting and didn’t need a Diet Coke. (This is a win in and of itself. You have no idea!)
My parents landed safely back home in California
And, if all goes well, I’ll consume only about 
another handful of these most delicious almond M&Ms, leave work, stop at the library, exercise, then spend the evening doing what I love the most. Writing–working on THIS

Okay, so maybe I’ve already scarfed more than one handful, but . . . wait! Did I mention how I haven’t had a Diet Coke?? All day??

Anyway. Thank you, awesomely productive, wonderful day. Hope to see you again reeeeeal soon.

back to the drawing board

Abby Road” is the book I’m currently shopping to literary agents. After a pretty promising query cycle earlier this year, things have kind of stalled. Which makes me question the novel content itself. Ergo, I sent it off to an editor to see what the deal is.
Just for the fun of it, I thought I’d share some of the notes I received from said Editor over the weekend.
This particular editing package she offers is called “Fire Starter.” (Does your first chapter have what it takes to immediately draw in the reader? etc.)  
Despite the rather tough love received, I will say that Editor mentions just about everything I know is weak about this chapter. 
So……no hard feelings, eh? And I’ve already taken these notes to heart and composed a shiny new beginning to my book, while also taken an editorial hatchet to the original chapters one and two. 

Rather liberating.
Poor Abby, though. Seriously. Hasn’t she been through enough?  

Finish this thought. Such a great metaphor, and great imagery. But you don’t finish it and it seems to just fade away.

Not sure how old the ladies are, but this seems childish to me.

I feel like there is a LOT of telling here, and not nearly enough showing.

We don’t get to FEEL the character’s pain, because we are only told about it. This makes her seems apathetic to the reader. Meaning, we cannot relate to her, and therefore, her plight is not something we are really interested in.

So far, we are 7 pages in, which is ½ way as I am looking at the page total. Nothing has happened in the story. Nothing. There are things going on, but there is nothing happening. 

I’m starting to feel like you have as a writer backed yourself into a completely unbelievable scenario. What could possibly be a funny and even heartfelt chapter has turned into a rather hard to believe and LONG nearly 9-page phone call.

The pacing is really slow here. I am really losing interest in these characters. You need to move the reader into the story and engage them. We have no idea why we need to or should care about either of these characters or the ones mentioned. 

Because the pacing is so slow and there is very little action, there is little to do but sit around and wait for Molly to say something witty. 

This is a nice relationship if you can get it, but like the rest of the novel thus far reads a bit incredulous.

I want to love this story so much. I feel however that it is lacking for lack of a better word, SOUL. In a story about musicians you need FIRE. You need tension, and sizzle and emotion. This story lacks those things and the pacing must be like that of a song. This one seems like a ballad that doesn’t ever really get going.

Other than that, I think you possibly have the start to a good story that would be of interest to readers. I encourage you to continue working on it and not to be discouraged.

I have no editorial commentary about these notes, except that she’s pretty much dead on. And now, I kind of love my new beginning. Win!

back to the drawing board

Abby Road” is the book I’m currently shopping to literary agents. After a pretty promising query cycle earlier this year, things have kind of stalled. Which makes me question the novel content itself. Ergo, I sent it off to an editor to see what the deal is.
Just for the fun of it, I thought I’d share some of the notes I received from said Editor over the weekend.
This particular editing package she offers is called “Fire Starter.” (Does your first chapter have what it takes to immediately draw in the reader? etc.)  
Despite the rather tough love received, I will say that Editor mentions just about everything I know is weak about this chapter. 
So……no hard feelings, eh? And I’ve already taken these notes to heart and composed a shiny new beginning to my book, while also taken an editorial hatchet to the original chapters one and two. 

Rather liberating.
Poor Abby, though. Seriously. Hasn’t she been through enough?  

Finish this thought. Such a great metaphor, and great imagery. But you don’t finish it and it seems to just fade away.

Not sure how old the ladies are, but this seems childish to me.

I feel like there is a LOT of telling here, and not nearly enough showing.

We don’t get to FEEL the character’s pain, because we are only told about it. This makes her seems apathetic to the reader. Meaning, we cannot relate to her, and therefore, her plight is not something we are really interested in.

So far, we are 7 pages in, which is ½ way as I am looking at the page total. Nothing has happened in the story. Nothing. There are things going on, but there is nothing happening. 

I’m starting to feel like you have as a writer backed yourself into a completely unbelievable scenario. What could possibly be a funny and even heartfelt chapter has turned into a rather hard to believe and LONG nearly 9-page phone call.

The pacing is really slow here. I am really losing interest in these characters. You need to move the reader into the story and engage them. We have no idea why we need to or should care about either of these characters or the ones mentioned. 

Because the pacing is so slow and there is very little action, there is little to do but sit around and wait for Molly to say something witty. 

This is a nice relationship if you can get it, but like the rest of the novel thus far reads a bit incredulous.

I want to love this story so much. I feel however that it is lacking for lack of a better word, SOUL. In a story about musicians you need FIRE. You need tension, and sizzle and emotion. This story lacks those things and the pacing must be like that of a song. This one seems like a ballad that doesn’t ever really get going.

Other than that, I think you possibly have the start to a good story that would be of interest to readers. I encourage you to continue working on it and not to be discouraged.

I have no editorial commentary about these notes, except that she’s pretty much dead on. And now, I kind of love my new beginning. Win!