…having an eye for words. Or an ear, that is. Although, I suppose this pertains to all crafts. Once you get deep enough in something, you can’t escape it. Lately, when I’ve been curled up on my couch with a book, I’ve found myself stumbling over sentences, editing it in my mind as I read. I’ll catch myself wondering why the writer used word x over word y. Or why they chose that certain analogy. Or why they decided to have the rhythm of a paragraph fall just so. See, I’ve come to the point where I can’t turn my inner editor off. It is always awake, always analyzing. I’m fairly certain that reading will never again be the same. I’ve been a writer my whole life, but only in recent years did I start to think of writing as a career. Only then did I start to give it the time it deserved – which was basically ever free second I had. And that’s when this blessing of a curse came about. The closest thing I can equate it to is an... Read More
This was quite a ride. An emotional one, too. Summary from the inside jacket: Five months ago, Valerie Leftman’s boyfriend, Nick, opened fire on their school cafeteria. Shot trying to stop him, Valerie inadvertently saved the life of a classmate, but was implicated in the shootings because of the list helped create. A list of people and things she and Nick hated. The list he used to pick his targets. Now, after a summer of seclusion, Val is forced to confront her guilt as she returns to school to complete her senior year. Haunted by the memory of the boyfriend she still loves and navigating rocky relationships with her family, former friends, and the girl whose life she saved, Val ust come to grips with the tradegy that took place and her role in it, in order to make amends and move on with her life. I was really skeptical at the beginning of this, because the very first words I read, before the story even started, was a quote from a Nickelback song. Bleh. Ironically, Rachel... Read More
So it’s 2011. I find this really odd, mostly because when someone mentions something from say, 1998, I still feel like this was just a handful of years ago. By handful, I mean like two or three years. Five, max. It’s weird to think that anything that occured during the 90’s is now over a decade in the past. I swear, with each year, those twelve months manage to pass by quicker and quicker. Usually, at New Year’s, I make some ridiculous resolution, like “I will lose x pounds,” where x is some number that will land me at a weight I didn’t even possess in high school. So this year, I’m actually going to try to make a few resolutions that I think are possible to keep. » Goals for 2011 and beyond… Ream more I’d been getting exceedingly better at this over the last few months of 2010. I want to keep it up. More books, more often. Genres I love, genres I don’t usually read. Anything and everything. I used to read like a... Read More
Putting the final touches on my MS before querying can only be likened to watching the last 5 minutes of a tied football game. Instead of taking 5 minutes, the game drags out for over an hour. Too many time-outs, and players running out of bounds to stop the clock, and yet the intensity is at 110% the entire time. It is exhausting. I’m reaching this point where I want to say “screw it”, and just start sending the thing out. But that would truthfully be counter-productive. I took the better part of a year to write the thing, and then spent weeks upon weeks revising, then ignored it for a month, then when back to it with fresh eyes, then revised some more, then tweaked even further… I can keep going, but for your sake, I’ll stop. I’m currently in what I hope to be my final round of revisions: cleaning up odd ends, tightening prose and making final edits tweaks on some fabulous advice from my critique partner. It’s worth putting queries on... Read More
I’ve read a few books by the talented John Green. This one is my favorite. Summary from the inside jacket: Before. Miles ‘Pudge’ Halter is done with his safe life at home. His whole life has been one big non-event, and his obsession with famous last words has only made him crave ‘the Great Perhaps’ even more (François Rabelais, poet). He heads off to… Culver Creek Boarding School, and his life becomes the opposite of safe. Because down the hall is Alaska Young. The gorgeous, clever, funny, sexy, self-destructive, screwed up, and utterly fascinating Alaska Young. She is an event unto herself. She pulls Pudge into her world, launches him into the Great Perhaps, and steals his heart. Then. . . . After. Nothing is ever the same. Nothing about this book caught me off guard. I saw Alaska’s fate coming, and I knew the story that followed would be about characters dealing with that loss. And even still, I could not put it down. I hung on words and... Read More
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