Friday, June 30, 2006

The Mis-Independence of Cin

It is so quiet out on the web--blogs are being abandoned, loops are full of the sound of crickets, I've been sending myself email to see if it still works--everyone cutting out for the 4-day weekends. Meanwhile, I have to stay late today, come into work on Saturday and be here on Monday. So, no lake-fun for me. Boo.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

The Breaded Synopsis II

I cannot write a synopsis to save my book. And yet, I find that on rare occasions when looking at another person's synopsis, I actually have intelligent and dare I say helpful insights. Ah, the power of "distance". So, in the tradition of the “Those who can’t—teach”, I submit the following observations:

While reading a synopsis, the reader will have various questions occur to them about your story. You may be under the impression that questions are intriguing. But you would be wrong. There are good questions and there are bad questions. Let's review.

"Jane returns to her childhood home."

Why? Where was she? When did she leave? Why did she leave? And how does she feel about that?

"She immediately runs into Jack, the man she left all those years ago, the love of her life."

Why did she leave him if he is the love of her life? And how does she feel about that? (Is my psych degree showing?)

"Seeing Jack again, reminds Jane of the secrets of the past."

What secrets? What past? And how does she... oh you get the idea.

These are BAD questions. Let’s try again.

"After learning that her mother is gravely ill, Jane returns to her childhood home and the overbearing mother who threw her out for getting pregnant when she was sixteen.”

Uh-oh, how is she going to deal with that?

"Jane immediately runs into Jack, the boy who got her pregnant, and he is as upset as the day she left ten years ago when she picked up and left him without a word."

Uh-oh, how is she going to deal with that?

"At sixteen, Jane knew that her leaving without telling Jack about her pregnancy was the right thing to do--it allowed him to be a successful football player and home town hero--but now, seeing the dark, anger in his eyes she is sure he’s not going agree."

Uh-oh, how is she going to deal with that?

These are GOOD questions. These are intriguing questions. Class dismissed.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Thanks for having my back Microsoft!

Or "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

I just sent an e-query out to an agent who likes people to recognize him personally somehow in their query... so I added a little para about why I was querying him. In it I reference a couple of the novels he represents. Well, I send it off and get a very quick "No, thanks!" And I'm thinking okay, maybe it was something I said, and sure enough I misspelled one of the books. When you type in CAPS Word won't catch it. And it was a word that looked right if you’re just reading along. Now I'll never know if it was my stupid mistake or my query that offended.

Either way, it just wasn’t meant to be, I’m sure. Just feel stupid.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Cindy's Rock

Sorry, I'm such a blog slacker.

So big news for Cindy's everywhere--Cyn Marolt, one of my local RWA chapter sistas and dear friends and super great crit partners, scored an agent and an auction in like 24 hours. OK, maybe it was just a scoach longer than that, but seriously not by much. AND I got to read the book that made it all happen, and I gotta say that it deserves all this NYC-love, I tell you. It is unbelievably great. I'm looking forward to reading again when it gets back from the editor and again when it is an ARC and again when it hits the shelves.

So, I've been vicariously living through her successes, and I think her story really shows how a great an agent, and not just any agent--but one with experience and clout, who is so excited about your projects that she needs super, extra-hold hair spray to keep her bangs from blowing back when she's reading it--is to have.

Yes, we could all be so lucky, and not all can even cherry-pick, but Cyn was offered representation several months ago and she decided it just wasn't right for her and without any guarantees about another offer, she kept searching. So be patient, my pretties, make smart choices. Breathe.