Short blog today
I updated the website tonight. It won't show up yet, I don't think, until Ed does something to it. That, or I did it wrong. So, in the meantime, this blog may or may not be up and running. If it is, check this out: http://www.valpo.edu/admissions/atvalpo/04-04/english/

My interview is up on Valpo's site. I was a little disappointed that The Silver Spoon didn't get mentioned in there by name, but otherwise, I thought it was great!

Talk to you tomorrow (provided that I did not screw up the whole website thing!)

Never knew schizophrenia could be so much fun.
First, I want to say that my headline for today's blog is in no way meant to make fun of people who do suffer from schizophrenia. It's a difficult life and I don't mean to imply otherwise. But that word seems to be the common term that other people would describe what happened today.

I had one of those weird writer moments that I love, the ones that remind me, if I ever have forgotten, why I do this. And this is going to be a little tough to describe, especially considering my no-talking-about-current-projects rule, but bear with me. (Or, don't, but then you'll have no idea of the story behind the headline, hee hee!)

Writers fall into two major categories, it seems to me. You have those who plot out every move in advance, figuring out exactly what happens each twist and turn of the way. Then you have the crazy ones, and I don't mean that in the bad way because I count myself among them. I say crazy, only because it sounds crazy when you try to explain it to someone else. See, the crazy writers, the group I ascribe to, don't write about characters. The characters come and tell them what happened, the same way you would tell a friend about what you did over your weekend. They show up and start talking and I love it!!! It sounds completely insane, hence my headline. And at first, I tried to rationalize it, but quickly realized I couldn't. It simply was. And I felt so lucky that they would choose me to talk to (I know, I know, it sounds nuts). I also quickly found out that if I tried to make them do stuff they didn't want to do (like I had a scene in mind or a particular plot twist that I thought would be fun and they didn't agree), they could make my life very difficult. Sometimes, when they feel I'm not listening well enough, they just leave. Stop talking entirely. Sometimes it takes me a few sentences or pages to figure it out, before I realize I'm all alone on the page. And then I have to go back and figure out who I made angry, where I went wrong, where I stopped listening to them.

Like I said, I know it sounds nuts, but when they're really talking to you, opening up to you and spilling out all this stuff you never knew...it's so freaking fantastic. I love it. There is no better feeling than that. Thank you God for letting me experience it.

So, today, I've been kind of wrestling with the beginning of a project that I still need to revise. I'm pretty happy with the project as a whole, but not sure about the existing beginning. So, I've been driving myself (and apparently everyone else) a little nuts about it as well. And today, she, the character I've been wrestling with (not literally, for more reasons that one), just suddenly showed up and started talking about different stuff. Things I didn't know. Things that don't actually affect the current project but happen much farther down the road. Because to her, the current project is already done, it's already happened. We know how it turns out, let's focus on the present here. You're driving me nuts, focusing on all this crap that's already happened. I need to tell you what's happening now.

It was so great!!! A gift that I feel so lucky to get every single time it happens : ) It just sets off that deep contented feeling inside of me. Cheesey, huh? But true!

All right. So again, I know it sounds crazy, but please do not go out and call your nearest mental health professional. I am fine. And even if I'm not, there are lots of us out here doing the same thing. We love it!

And finally, on a more normal note, for those who were curious about the quote from earlier this week, I believe this is a quote from Pretty in Pink, when Ducky is thrown into the girls bathroom by the tough 80's jock-looking guys. Good call, Mike B. However. I do have a tendency to get Pretty in Pink mixed up with 16 Candles, the whole Molly Ringwald factor, so you, Heather, could also be right. Does anyone know for sure? I may just have to force myself to watch the movies this weekend to find out : )

Talk to you Monday (if not before)!

Just in case...

If you try to find GalaxSHE today by searching through YahooGroups, just wanted to let you know that I guess it takes a few days for it to be listed in the directory. So, you won't be able to find it right away. However, if you're desperately interested in signing up immediately : ) , let me know by sending me an email at sklemstein@msn.com. I can send you an invite and then you'll be able to join.

I expect GalaxSHE to be listed on yahoogroups sometime this week. Sorry for any confusion!

Sign up for GalaxSHE!

Woohoo! GalaxSHE is out there on yahoogroups and available for people to sign up! Just visit yahoogroups.com and search for GalaxSHE and it will come up.

Some of you may receive an email from me through yahoo. It just means I put your email address on the invite list for GalaxSHE. It does NOT mean that your email address has been sold or shared or anything. It's just an easy way to sign up.

So, please, if you're interested, sign up. It's very easy to unsubscribe if you decide you're not getting what you paid for (ha! it's free, another reason to sign up).

That, plus, I'm the only member right now as well as the owner. So, if no one signs up, I'll just be sending messages to myself. And while I wish I could understand myself better sometimes, I think this delves into philosophical territory best left alone : ) Yes, I'm just being weird. It's one of my things. That and movie quotes, like this one..."So this is what the girls bathroom looks like. What, what is this? A candy machine? We don't have a candy machine. And doors on the stalls?"

That's not an exact quote (I can usually only do that with Ghostbusters and Star Wars, sometimes), but I bet you someone out there will get this one.

Talk to you tomorrow!

More newsletter stuff.

Tomorrow, I plan to register GalaxSHE (thanks again, Heather, for the title!) with Yahoo Groups. I didn't hear anything from anyone on my whole "she" self-centered fear so I'm guessing that means I was just being paranoid again : ) But just to be sure (see, that paranoia's at work again) I'm going to run the description by you guys before I submit it to Yahoogroups for registration.

Title: GalaxSHE: Candya$$ heroines need not apply.
Description: Tired of wimpy, screaming female characters? Then, this is the newsletter for you! GalaxSHE is a monthly newsletter for readers and writers who love strong heroines. Features include: rants and raves about fictional heroines, writing/publishing tips, contests and giveaways, and book, tv, and movie recommendations for those seeking more examples of kicka$$ heroines. Plus, the latest book and event news from author Stacey Klemstein -- www.staceyklemstein.com.

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What do you think? It's just a rough draft, so changes are definitely not a problem. Send me an email -- sklemstein@msn.com.

Talk to you tomorrow!

No longer nameless!

So, I have a favorite newsletter name. I also have a dilemma, but more on that in a minute. The name sort of depends on what I'm including in the newsletter. So, I decided to list all that out and see where that took me.

-Latest book news and upcoming events, etc.

-heroine rants and raves (as in about heroines, not from heroines. That would be weird...and plagiarism most likely.)

-monthly guest column (fabulous friends of mine, be warned, you will likely be asked to contribute!)

-writing/publishing, tips, things I wish I'd known before learning the hard way, etc.

-Fun stuff. Contests, giveaways, etc. Out of this world column--the best something around. The best hamburgers (Culvers. No question). The softest pajamas (pajamagrams. I kid you not.)

-Other good books to read with strong kicka$$ heroines.

-Little known facts. Odd little bits of information about The Silver Spoon, things that are just kind of weird and/or things that didn't make it to the final cut. (For example, for those of you who have read the book...Nevan had a daughter in the first draft. Her name was Heidi -- she chose her own name from those on Earth. An unwitting spy for the bad guys.)

But here's my dilemma. When I looked at the newsletters already out there on Yahoogroups, most of them have a little description of what they are. For example, Sfronline, which I subscribe to, describes itself as a list for the members of science fiction romance online, a newsletter providing helpful articles for writers, yada, yada yada. You get the idea.

For my newsletter description, I would want it to say something like it's a fun source for the latest heroine rants and raves, etc. Plus the latest book news from author Stacey Klemstein. (Okay, that was really cool to write author in front of my name--big doofy grin on my face--I'm such a dork!)

But the name I love -- Thank you to Heather Bernhard for this one! -- is GalaxSHE: Candya$$ heroines need not apply. Here's the thing... do you think the "She" part of GalaxSHE would be misunderstood to be me? In other words, do you think people would think I was being completely self-centered and referring to myself as the "she?" That's totally not the case. It's referring to the kicka$$ heroines that we all want to see, read about and hopefully, for those of so inclined, create.

Let me know what you think. I really, really, really want to use GalaxSHE. So, if there's a way to work around the whole potential misunderstanding issue, like if it all depends on how I write the description or maybe I'm just being paranoid about the whole thing, let me know!!

Thanks to Ed, Stacy G. and everyone for their ideas! Heather, you've got your pick of promotional tchotchkes, as soon as they're created. I know, it's just like winning the lotto, right? (ha, ha!)

Thank you also to my brother, Mike, for helping me identify the movie my "epiphany/apostrophe" quote from last week is from. "Hook," the Peter Pan movie from a few years back. Also, Thursday's quote was from Star Wars for those who were wondering : )

Talk to you tomorrow!

And the ideas just come rolling in...

Wow. Thanks you guys! I've gotten way more suggestions than I ever imagined. And some very cool ones at that. Here's a quick sampling:

GalaxSHE: Candyass heroines need not apply.

Cans open. Worms everywhere.

The Write thing.

I need to do some thinking on this. But man, all of you should be starting your own newsletters. You already have ideas for the hardest part -- a cool title!

Meanwhile, my IPod fever has abated slightly. My computer completely froze up again this morning. It does this now about twice a week when I'm trying to save to disk. So, I have the feeling I'm heading the route of a new computer. Though probably not until we move into the new house, which isn't for another few weeks. So, hopefully my computer will stick with me just a little longer. "Hear me baby? Hold together." Can anyone name the movie? : )

Sorry, I love quoting lines from movies, as most of you probably know. I know that's typically an annoying guy trait, but I can't help myself! Give me any line in Ghostbusters, I can give you the rest of the conversation. Hint: the movie line quoted in today's blog is not from Ghostbusters, if that helps.

One more thing...the brochure for the University of Wisconsin-Madison's Writer's Institute is up and online. I'll give you the link. This is an awesome writer's conference. The professors and faculty who run it do an excellent job in lining up useful programs and speakers. Plus, they're so helpful. When I got my contract from RuneStone earlier this year, I contacted one of the professors at UW-Madison and he looked it over for me and made sure everything was okay. So, if you're looking for a writer's conference, this is a great one, definitely worth the money. It's also pretty reasonable cost-wise, which helps.

If anyone is interested in going but has questions, let me know. I'd be happy to share any info I have. This is my third year going. My first year, I entered the first page of The Silver Spoon and won third place in their Poem or Page contest. So definitely plan on entering the contest if you have something that fits the categories they offer. It's a fun and non-threatening environment to get your feet wet on sending stuff out.

Talk to you tomorrow!

"Tell him about the Twinkie."

That's my favorite line from a movie. Ghostbusters, of course. And one of the names that I'm considering (sort of) for the newsletter. Stacy G. has also provided a list of excellent alternatives. Send me your thoughts...Also, I'm a little scared that someone might read "twinkie" as some sort of double entendre, if you get my drift.

Obsession:
Okay, I'm including this, mainly to show what a freak I can be. Something I'm sure you wanted to know : ) As you probably remember, I've been complaining about needing a new computer for weeks. This one is slowing down on saving and retrieving documents. It's five years old, so not entirely unexpected. So, I've been trying to decide, do I want to spend the money, or hang in there until it crashes entirely. Now, my generous husband is willing to give me a new computer for our anniversary (or most of one, anyway. I still need to get a monitor.)

And here's the dumb thing. He told me he first thought about getting me one of those mini IPod things. It's an MP3 player, which allows you to create lists of your favorite songs and carry around all this music without actually carrying the cds. Pretty cool, huh? But I don't really need it. I have cds for that. And a computer is way more practical and useful. But darn it all, if I don't want that stupid mini IPod too. And I don't even like Apple computers!

But the idea of being able to carry around all my music with me at once. To organize lists based on whatever project I'm working on...that would be so cool. Like I told you guys before, I kind of create soundtracks to help me work on writing. This way, I'd actually be able to create the soundtracks and have them all with me at once. I could sit at the beach this summer (okay, more likely, lay in bed) and work with my alpha smart (laptop word processor) and listen to just the music I want at the right moment rather than messing with changing cds.

Okay, I know it's stupid, right? The computer is way more practical. And who knows what the quality of sound is like on these ipod things anyway? That plus the fact that I'm trying to spend less so I save more so I can get out of Corporate America that much faster. Oh, but they're so cute...and I would get to pick the color.

*sigh* I think I'm hopeless.

Please write me and tell me horrible things about the ipod so that I no longer want it. Please!!!

Talk to you tomorrow.

Newsletter?
So, creating an email newsletter is one of the things on my to-do list. It's also in my marketing plan. I've got content pretty much covered (if you've ever wanted to see your name in print, this is your newsletter, especially in the wimpy/kicka$$ heroine section. I'll be asking for people to write in with their vote for heroine of the week). But I need a name for it. Originally, I was going to focus the newsletter purely on heroines, what tv shows, books, movies to avoid because of wimpy ones and which ones to view because of strong, kicka$$ women. And that's still going to be a section of it. But not everything falls into that category. Some of it will be book news, fun stuff, contests, guest columns, etc.

So, I need a name for the newsletter. Because The Silver Spoon is sci-fi, the temptation to do something space-related is strong, but I also have plans to have my mystery published too (I hope!) And I'm thinking that running multiple newsletters is probably something that I can't do very easily. So I pretty much want a newsletter name than can cover all that stuff.

So, here's where the fun comes in (again, I hope!). Send me potential newsletter names, please?!? I can't register the newsletter with either yahoogroups or topica until I have a name. Plus, I just plain stink at naming things (ask my buddies at Corporate America, they'll back me up on this : ) )

Send as many names/suggestions as you want. If the judges (me and whoever else I can rope into giving their opinion) select one of the names you sent in, you'll get...some kind of cool prize. Definitely a BIG thank you in the first issue of the newsletter. And perhaps some kind of tchotcke (spelling?), t-shirt, key chain, something like that, as soon I have them made. Which I'm hoping to start soon!

Please, please help me with this! I can't emphasize enough how bad I am with things like this. If you don't, it'll just be Stacey's Newsletter, or something equally boring!!! Or maybe you think I should stick with the heroine focus. The original thought for the title of the newsletter was, No More Wimpy Heroines Unite. What do you think?

Random thought of the day:
How do actors who kiss on television know when it's supposed to be French kiss instead of a regular kiss? I'm serious about this. Watch for it. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. Sometimes one person of the couple does and the other doesn't. Does it actually say in the script who is supposed to do what? Or is this something actors are allowed to improvise? I mean, seriously, is the director in the background shouting, "more tongue, please!" Sorry, didn't mean to gross anyone out, but I'm really intrigued by this. I mean, imagine if you're an actor on this show and you go in for a regular kiss but the hotshot actor or actress you're kissing decides to go for it. Are you offended? I mean, this is someone you might not even know well. I just can't figure out how that would work. If anyone knows for sure, or knows an actor they can ask, let me know the answer, will you?

Okay, you really can't get more random than that random thought of the day. : )

Talk to you tomorrow! Please send me newsletter names!!! sklemstein@msn.com

Kicka$$!
This is not necessarily directly related to writing, but I wanted to share this news anyway. As some of you know, I started taking kickboxing a little over a year ago. I began simply to do research for the Zara Mitchell series. Basically, if Zara didn't learn how to defend herself to some extent (you can't really defend yourself completely against aliens that have you way outpowered, but she could at least learn to hit hard enough or smart enough to trigger a connection, if need be. For those who haven't read the book, this won't make any sense. But it will when you read it!), she was going to spend the rest of the series getting knocked around by everyone and their stasis tank mates.

So, I signed up for kickboxing to understand the basics and be able to represent some moves on paper in a way that would make sense for her and seem real to the reader. It was a no contact class, so I wouldn't have to worry about being beaten senseless. As a rather clumsy person naturally, I was worried about that possibility. What I also liked about kickboxing was that it seemed to be a good fit for Zara. It's very straightforward, kicking and punching. And I think there's something very empowering about a woman throwing a real, loosen your teeth punch. And Zara's not all about the fancy moves at this point. She just wants to survive.

So, that was a year ago. It took me a good part of that year to get comfortable with what I was doing. If you know me, you know I can be a bit of a perfectionist. I worried a lot about proper form and getting it right, which meant I was slower and not as hard hitting as some other people in class. The breakthrough for me in comfort level finally came about four months ago when I was really angry about something at work, I don't remember what (with Corporate America, who knows?!?) And I came to class ready to hit something and not think quite as much as I had been. Since then, it's been awesome! Following through with the body on punches, making the pads give up that cool *thwump* noise when you score a good kick. It's fun! And this is coming from someone who hates to sweat.

So tonight, my instructor (who is this totally buff and strong, Linda-Hamilton- in-T2-type person) approached me and said they were considering adding to the program and needed new instructors. And would I be interested?!? Can you believe it? She said I had good form!!!

Now, this may not seem like so much to some of you out there, but you have to understand, I'm the person who can injure herself just by walking into a room. I get bruises from bumping into furniture that's not even in the way. I once injured my knee, giving myself a giant green and purple bruise in concentric circles, by ramming my elbow into while trying to follow along to an aerobics tape in my apartment. It's sad.

But I love kickboxing! It feels so good to exercise and enjoy it, rather than just doing it because I ate two bagels for breakfast and feel guilty, which is my normal motivation. And I'd love to teach it. It's so much fun to see people get things that they didn't before. And if I could show someone how to enjoy exercise, the way my instructor has taught me, all the better. Plus, this would really work well with some of my plans for book promotion. Not to mention, a little more cash coming in that wouldn't be from Corporate America. : )

So, I have to think about it. It's another night away from home. And I've got a lot going on right now, especially with my new career : ) (It's so much fun just to say that!) But I just wanted to share my good news. I'll keep you posted!

Talk to you tomorrow!

To Do List
In light of yesterday's epiphany, I've created for myself a heck of a to do list. I kept thinking that I really needed to wait to start promoting until my book was actually out. But I'm really thinking that's not the case now. On the top of my list is creating either bookmarks or postcards with the cover on them so I can hand them or mail them to all the nice people who ask for them or details about my book. Nice people, please ask for details. : )

I'm also working on updating this website, which you won't see until everything is finalized and I'm ready to publish the site again. My friend, Ed, has offered his services, thank goodness, to help me do that once more when I'm ready. Thanks Ed!

More good news...registration is now open for my creative writing class! The description is posted on the Bloomingdale Park District's web site. Click on the text link "online brochure" and then under the "Adult" section, select "General." I'm hoping enough people will register (at least four) so the class will be able to take place. If this goes well and there's interest, I may do an online version of the class through email sometime later this summer. So, if anyone's interested, let me know, sklemstein@msn.com.

Okay, it's a beautiful Friday and I have a huge list of things to do : ) But for once, I'm excited about doing all of them!

Talk to you on Monday!

"I'm standing in the middle of the desert, waiting for my ship to come in..."--Sheryl Crow

I've had a revelation today. An epiphany. An apostrophe (I think that's a joke from a movie, but now I can't remember which one. Someone help me out if you know.) And here's how it happened.

Today was yet another sucky day in Corporate America. People that I know and liked lost their jobs. I'm an employee of the nineties, I came to work in the internet boom, so I've never had this happen to me before. At least not to this extent. And today, more than ever, as we met with the survivors of the fallout, it occurred to me so clearly that I just don't belong there. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I still have my job and I can do good work for them. But it's not where my heart is, like seems to be for so many people in that room today, who were really excited about these changes.

That I don't belong in Corporate America is not a new discovery for me, but as usual, whenever it is brought to my attention, I was depressed and feeling trapped. I like what I do and I certainly like the paycheck but it doesn't call to me the way that writing fiction does. And right now, I can't (and I'm not sure I'd like the pressure of doing this) pay all the bills with my fiction writing. This is all old news to those of you who've read this blog before, but stay with me, I'm getting to my revelation : )

So, this afternoon, after everything had calmed down a little, I took the opportunity to tell my manager (who is now not my manager) about The Silver Spoon getting published. I had not said anything to him up to this point because I was afraid that it might somehow negatively impact my job, not by him but by the higher-ups making the decisions. People hear book contract and they think you're spending your evenings stuffing your mattress will all the extra cash you've got laying around. So not true, my friends. I have a very generous contract for a new author, but they don't hand six figure deals out to just everyone. So, because I like and respect my now former manager (he's taught me a lot about writing, even though we had very different perspectives sometimes and that made me crazy at some points), I wanted to tell him.

He was sincerely impressed and happy for me, which meant a great deal. I went on to explain the reasons why I'd kept it quiet from him for so long. And he joked, "well, you don't need this place then, do you?" Meaning Corporate America, of course. I kind of laughed and said, "It's a small press," which I said not because I'd rather have a large press (there are definite upsides to that, but I'm LOVING the experience that I'm having working with people who know and care about my book as much as I do) but because I wanted him to know that I still needed my salary, that I wouldn't be making enough money off my writing right in the beginning to quit, though that is my eventual goal. And he looked right at me and said, "You could be."

Then it was like this heaviness that I'd been carrying around in my heart just lifted. One, because this person that I respect believed in me enough to say that and two, because I realized he was right! All money that authors make is based on sales. Advances are based on sales estimates and royalties are an author's percentage of actual sales. All I have to do is sell a book that I believe in, that I love. That's it. That's all that is standing between me struggling in Corporate America and me having a job I love. It wouldn't happen all at once, but it could happen. It is a possibility--isn't that freaking amazing?!? All I have to do is work for it.

I can't tell you what this has done to give me a new outlook on things. I truly do believe that God speaks to you in all kinds of ways, trying to help you out, as long as you're listening. So, thanks God. Thanks Jack. And thanks to Greg, who looked at me like I was crazy for not realizing this before : )

Woohoo! I feel like there's light at the end of the tunnel and it actually might not be a train!!!

Talk to you tomorrow.

Woohoo!
For those who might possibly have missed my mass emailing, my cover is now up at RuneStone. Here's the link, if you want to take a look: www.runestonepublishing.com. I'm thrilled with the cover art. Gina, the artist, did a great job. And my thanks to RuneStone for allowing me to be involved and give feedback on the cover and the back cover copy. I think both are excellent!

I'm home today, having the new garage door opener installed. (We're having the worst luck with stuff breaking since we put our house on the market. One of the garage door openers failed, the sliding glass door handle broke and last night, Snostorm scratched up a door frame.) Which is great because that means I have most of the day to myself to focus on writing stuff. I just make some tea and throw myself into the chair behind my computer, still in my pajamas. I never turn on the television or allow myself to check email first. If I do, I'm done for. Days off are pretty rare and days off where I don't have to be somewhere else, doing something else, are even more rare. So, if I don't watch it, the temptation to spend an extra hour or two in bed will take over. It's not like writing is an unpleasant task--I love it--but it is work. And staying in bed is a lot easier, though it leaves me feeling much guiltier : )

So today, because my pink heart pajamas are not appropriate clothing to greet the garage door repair guy in, I had to get up and put my staying at home clothes on. Slightly less comfortable than pajamas, flannel sleep pants and an old Valpo sweatshirt. Again, anything that keeps me from turning that computer on first thing brings more temptation to do something else instead. Like watch television, or read a book. But I didn't give in today. Partially because I stayed at the computer in my pajamas until the repair guy called and said he was on his way.

So, now that I've got some work done on my current project, I can work on other stuff this afternoon. I need to finish up the results for the Valpo Wordfest short stories. I'm really impressed by the talent they've got going on there, as well as the variety of stories. It will be difficult to choose, especially because no matter how I look at it, I will still like something about the stories that won't make it.

I also desperately need to update this website. I haven't forgotten! The blog gets update daily (most of the time!), but the rest needs to have new info.

Plus, I've got my next project waiting in the wings. I love all parts of the writing process (except rejection, of course, but even that can be used to learn new things), but this is probably my favorite part. Nothing is down on paper yet, so you have all these ideas freefloating in your mind, playing like movie clips. And you refine and focus on different bits of them until you can figure out exactly what's going on and why. Once you start putting it down on paper, it automatically becomes harder. It's impossible to capture the vividness of those mind movie clips. But I think that's what keeps writers writing is trying to get that much closer to what they see in their heads. I just love it! And I'm so grateful that I'm being given the opportunity to do it : )

Talk to you tomorrow!

The Passion
Some of you who know me know my feelings about movies. They have to have happy endings and entertainment value for me to consider going. I hate "real-life" endings because I think that life is often difficult enough. I don't want my "escape time" to be complicated and draining as well. So, I have to say that while we intended to go see The Passion of The Christ on opening night, a few weeks ago, we didn't make it there and I didn't push to see it. Honestly, I was worried. I kept hearing about all the violence in it and while I'm of the mind that the reality of it was probably no less violent, I was worried about being able to sit through it. I think I was also worried that the movie wouldn't be good enough. That good old Mel would try to squeeze in some Christian propaganda or cut corners to make it more "movie-like."

But we decided to go Thursday night, Maunday Thursday. I actually felt dread in my stomach about going. But the thing is I'd heard so many positive things about it, as well as negative, that I felt I needed to see it for myself to judge. As for the violence, well, my thought was that if someone could suffer through that actually happening to them on my behalf, I could at least summon the strength to watch it happen.

And while this is not specifically writing-related, I do want to share my thoughts on the movie. To do that, I want to say up front that I am Christian, Lutheran, in fact. Plus, I'm the daughter of a minister. So my view on this may be very different from some one who is not any of those things.

First, I have to say that for those who thought the movie was anti-semitic, I disagree. But I can see how that conclusion could be drawn. The high priests definitely wanted Jesus dead in Mel's telling of this story. They went to great lengths to make it happen. And Pilate, a governor of sorts put in place by Caesar, the one who actually gave the order to crucify Jesus (the priests were not allowed to condemn someone to death, per their religion) was portrayed as being the guy who was between a rock and a hard place. There would be an uprising if he let Jesus go and he was under warning from Caesar for the last uprising. So, even though he didn't agree with the priests, he was forced to kill Jesus.

Now, whether the priests were that adamant in real life or Pilate that wishy washy (he was reportedly quite the iron-fisted ruler), we don't know. And I can see why the claims of anti-semitism came about. But in fact, the majority of the violence was done by the Romans. And the Jewish high priests never laid a hand on him (from what I recall). And there were so many instances of positive images for the Jewish people. One of the priests asking where the rest of the council was and why the meeting to condemn Jesus was held at night and in secret. Simon Cyrene, the man pulled from the crowd to help Jesus carry the cross. He was not a follower of Jesus at all, but he was clearly shown as a good man. Plus, I think it's easy to forget that Jesus himself, his followers and his family were all Jewish. The last supper is Jesus and his followers celebrating Passover, not communion. His mother, Mary, gives the opening lines of a sedar (I'm not sure if that's how you spell it) at one point in the movie. It seems to me that Jesus was not trying to start a new religion, but reform the one he belonged to: Judaism.

All that aside, the movie was beautiful. It was a spectacular and moving experience, showing the life of one man, as a man and as more. The most emotional scenes were not those of the extreme violence, though those were difficult to handle, but the scenes in which you see how Jesus' destiny affected his life. His mother rushing to him while he falls, bloodied and beated on the road to Golgotha, and remembering how he fell as a little boy. Jesus, about to be whipped, seeing a man working with wood and remembering the pleasure he'd taken in building furniture. The depiction of evil, an actual separate figure, was both beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.

The real point of this movie, I think, was that no matter what or who Jesus was on a higher level, he was also a man. A man who loved his mother, enjoyed his life, his work and his friends. And he died for us. Whether you believe in Christ or not, that doesn't change the fact that he died to save you. He could have walked away, gone back to the life he loved. But he didn't. How many people do we know that would suffer through that for someone (or many someones) who might not even be appreciative of what that sacrifice meant?

I often think about what things I would miss from life. And they are usually the simple things. The feel and smell of clean sheets. A hot shower. Warm food. The feel of my dog's fur under my fingers. My family. My friends.

And someone walked away from all that, willingly gave all of that up for me. If nothing else, Mel Gibson's movie brought that home to me. I encourage everyone to see it. It is an amazing story, whether you believe or not. If nothing else, it shows you the dramatic sacrifices that are made when someone truly believes they are worth making.

: ) End Sermon
*hopping down off soap box*

Please feel free to agree or disagree, send me emails: sklemstein@msn.com. If you've got a different point of view, let's discuss!
Talk to you on Monday!

The sun is out, it's warm outside...
Meg Cabot has a hysterical journal entry today about traveling and book tours. See it here www.megcabot.com

Other news...
-On my end of things, I know that RuneStone is working on the back cover copy, which they said they will share with me, yea!

-I haven't checked home email yet (was obsessively vacuuming yet again last night so that potential buyers will fall in love with our spectacularly clean house and buy it immediately) so I don't know if anyone has sent anything in. But I will check tonight.

Talk to you tomorrow!

Final Cover Art!
I think the cover is final, yea!!! And you guys, it looks awesome! I'm hoping they'll have it up at Runestone soon. Or else, I might see if it would be okay to post a link to it here. I don't want to violate whatever agreement Runestone has made with Gina, the cover artist who did a fabulous job!

Music
So, I'm shopping for new music now. One of things I like to do is find music or songs that remind me somehow of whatever I'm writing, whether it's lyrics or just the sound of it. It helps me stay focused on the "world" I'm inhabiting. Plus, it's an awesome way to get work done during the commute. I put in the cd of whatever seems to represent what I'm working on and then just think about things. Unfortunately, this occasionally results in good ideas that then have to be jotted down. I have a notebook and pen with me always, but digging it out of my enormous bag while driving 70 MPH isn't always an easy or smart thing. I used to have a mini tape recorder in my car, but I found that writing it was better for me. For one, I'm too self-concious about the sound of my voice, and two, it's easier to keep going with a thought on paper than it is out loud, at least for me.

So, usually, I create soundtracks for whatever I'm working on. Not literally, of course, my poor beleaguered computer is barely equipped for playing cds, let alone burning them. But I keep the discs with the pertinent songs in my car and play them to and from work. It sometimes means I'm playing only one or two songs on a cd over and over again (fortunately I'm alone in the car), but I like it.

Another odd thing, harkening back to the whole quirk discussion, I can't ever tell anyone what cds I'm using while I'm using them or else it doesn't work for me anymore. So those of you who ask to borrow cds and then wonder why it takes me so long to get them to you, now you know! But after the fact, when the book is finished, it doesn't matter so much. I don't know why.

But the only way I find new music is through the radio and by people telling me that stuff is good. I love music but don't keep up with it, for some reason. So, I'm wondering...for those of you that have read The Silver Spoon, do you have any music suggestions? I mean, I'm going to be writing more books in this series (I hope!), so I'm going to need more new music. For the first book, I used:
-soundtrack to Buffy the Vampire Slayer
-soundtrack to City of Angels
-soundtrack to Spiderman
-Dido (the first cd, I can't think of what it was called)
-Linkin Park, Hybrid Theory
-Saliva, "Pretty Girl" is the name of the song.
-"Back Off" I can't remember the name of the artist but this song was on the radio.

And there's more that I can't think of right now. I'll check when I get home. One of the features I want to include when I update my website (I know, I need to order the software) is a specific soundtrack with the exact songs from those cds.

But if you have any suggestions that you think might help...send them to me at sklemstein@msn.com

Talk to you tomorrow!

Nothing in particular...
But a lot of stuff in general!
-I saw revised cover art this morning--it's awesome! It's so eyecatching and sexy. In fact that was my fear with the first round of art was that it was a little too sexy. I was afraid people might mistake it as more of a romance and/or erotic novel. But this new round is great--definitely hits the sci-fi angle without losing out on the "hot" element. Can't wait for you guys to see it!

-The short stories for Valpo's Wordfest judging are on their way to me. I'm really looking forward to reading them.

-The creative writing class will be starting up in a couple months. I think registration starts this month. I hope that people will want to take the class!

I'm so excited about all of this. I feel very fortunate to be able to participate in all of this : ) I love it! I know I'm going to be crazy busy for a long while now (especially with moving to a new house) but if it's doing all this kind of stuff, I don't care. I'll take on as much as I can because this is the opportunity I've been waiting for, for pretty much my whole life! Yeah, that's not scary and thrilling all at the same time.

On the other hand...
I had some time to think about my blog that I wrote yesterday. Really, even if long term space travel was possible, I'm not sure I could or would do it. In addition to all the things that I mentioned yesterday, I forgot to say that I'm claustrophobic. And did I tell you that I'm afraid of heights? And flying? Throw a bird in there (Please God not literally) and you have all my major phobias. Not to mention the fact that I can't remember if I've closed the garage door three seconds after I've pulled out of the driveway. Can you imagine worrying about stuff like that when you're in outer space for six months or more at a time? "Damn. I forgot to feed the cat."

This bit of weirdness brought to you by a long Monday at the office. Have to get going now, to make kickboxing on time. Though, usually, if I time it just right, I can miss the first five minutes. That's jump roping. I HATE jump roping. *Sigh* But I love punching stuff, so I suppose it all evens out in the end : )

Talk to you tomorrow!

Space...the final frontier.
Today, while I was babysitting the house--we had our second open house today--I found Star Trek: First Contact on one of the movie stations. That's one of my favorites. It's the one where they go back in time to find Zephram Cochrane (spelling?) and stop the Borg. It's also the one with the beautiful and yet slightly slimy female leader of the Borg. It also has, as I recall, a great scene in which Counselor Troi is getting schnockered on real alcohol instead of synthehol in an effort to get some information from Zephram Cochrane (I think that's why, I actually missed that part today, so I'm pulling that from memory).

Anyway, as I watched the end of the movie, the Borg were defeated (of course) and the Vulcans landed to make first contact, I was sort of sad. I know it sounds strange, but ever since I was a little kid I always thought the Enterprise (or a ship like that) would be an awesome place to live. Always exciting, never knowing what would happen next, meeting aliens, getting to visit other planets, worlds. And no real danger, of course, unless you're one of the guys in the red shirts (old Star Trek) or yellow shirts (new Star Trek). But the fact is, even with President Bush's grand plans to build a lunar station and have a manned mission to Mars, getting even to take a ride to another planet, let alone wander around a newly discovered planet, won't happen in my lifetime for me or anyone like me. I know that sounds dumb, I mean, who would expect to be able to do something like that, right? But think about it...to know for certain that no matter how long you live, you will never live long enough to have something like that happen...it's just sort of sad.

On the other hand though, I have to admit that reality is probably nowhere near as good as imagination. In that, the Enterprise, let's face it, looks a little more like a luxury liner than a battle ship. I think it will take even more time to get to the point where you can have something like that in space. And I sort of like having regular bathrooms, with real showers. Not to mention the fact that anyone who gets to go out there to explore will most likely have to be military. I mean, that's what they are on Star Trek, though somehow that always seems to get lost. And I'm really not so good at taking orders. Plus, I'm also not good at change and going new places (ask my husband about the move to the new house and that's in the same state!). So, I'm probably not an ideal candidate for long term space travel even if it were possible.

So, really, the imaginary world of space travel is probably a far better fit for me. A book in most ways is a passport to a different kind of life, to be anyone you want, anywhere you want. And most of time in a book, if you catch a bad case of the rigellian flu, there's a Doc McCoy to fix you up. I have a feeling in the real world, it's going to be a lot more complicated. But I'm looking forward to seeing as much of it as I can!

Other news...
I saw the first round of cover art for The Silver Spoon. And I really like the direction it's taking! I'm also thrilled with how open the artist and my publisher are to my thoughts in the process. I'm very lucky to be able to be this involved.

I'll keep you guys posted and hopefully you'll be seeing a cover soon. It's unbelievable how amazing it feels to see my name on an actual book cover! I have big smile on my face every time I think of it.

Talk to you tomorrow!

Fun reading
A short blog today. Just a little too much going on. But for those of you who are looking for something fun to read in the paranormal/horror genre, try Kelley Armstrong. She has two books out now, Bitten and Stolen. The main characters are werewolves in those, but really cool ones. They live and work in the same world we do and have to hide their "condition" from general society. She has a great female heroine, Elena, who kicks butt on a regular basis but isn't the odd she-man type of character that often results from that combination (woman and strong). And she, Kelley, has a new book coming out at the end of this month, Dime Store Magic. The main character in that is a witch : )

I love the way she writes and her website is awesome. Tons of free stuff, fun things to read, like two different e-serials (including a new one that just started last month!) Plus, she has regular contests to give things away! So check it out...www.kelleyarmstrong.com
Hopefully a longer blog tomorrow, Friday. Yea!!

Talk to you tomorrow.

California, California, here we come!
I'm not actually going to California, though that would be fun. I just finished watching The O.C. and in addition to loving the show, the theme song usually sticks in my head for about three days afterward. Which is okay, because I like it. Yes, yes, the show is a teenage drama centering on rich teens in California (90210, part deux anyone?), though it seems most of the people who live in CA actually hate the show because of the way it misrepresents California living. Except in some ways it's better than any of the shows I watch. With the exception of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, because there was nothing better than that on TV, then or now.

But the dialogue on The O.C. is so snappy and smart, to the point where I often have to rewind the tape (which drives my husband, a closet O.C. fan, crazy) so I can catch the latest Seth-ism. I know you don't believe me, I didn't believe all the good stuff I heard about it either, at first. In fact, I missed the first whole season because of it. But, trust me, try it once. You'll like it...Don't force me to try to recreate their dialogue in my blog here to prove my point. : )

Okay, enough of the blatant plugging. Other news...
-Line edits are turned back in. Yea!! I found a couple of other weird spots that I fixed, I hope they don't mind : )

-Should be seeing something in the cover art department in the next couple of weeks, woohoo!

That's about it for now. We'll be working on house stuff this week as we prepare for our open house, otherwise known as Someone-Please-Buy-Our- House-so-We-Don't-Have-to-Lie-Awake-at-Night-Worrying-about-Paying-Two-Mortgages event. Open house is catchier, right? That's what we thought too. Plus it fits on the sign way better : ) Wish us luck!

Talk to you tomorrow!

I've got no wick left!*
I need a new computer!!! I love my computer, a four year old HP. But it doesn't have the speed to let me download stuff the way I need to (like Adobe Reader) and I don't have Microsoft Word. I have Works instead. I'm fine with Works except it apparently doesn't track changes!!! And so I'm paying for that tonight.

I was supposed to turn my edited manuscript back in to my publisher tonight. But after I finished accepting the changes and making little tweaks here and there tonight, I realized I hadn't done one of the things they asked me to do. Make sure there are no extra spaces. And I'm a bad one for this. I learned to leave two spaces after every period, thanks to ancient keyboarding techniques. I've finally trained myself out of that. But I still do one space after every period, even when it's the end of the paragraph. So now I have all these extra spaces that need to be deleted.

And because my home computer doesn't have word, I have to do it at work, at the end of the business day. Which didn't start until 6:15 tonight, so I didn't get home until 10:00. And there are still pesky spaces to be removed!!! Aauugggh!!! I need a new computer (though I still love the one I have)!

Okay, I have to go now and get to bed so I can get to work early and squeeze in more illicit computer time. I think I'm going computer shopping this weekend.

Talk to you tomorrow!
*Extra points for those who realized the title was a reference to burning the candle at both ends.

Too Much!
Okay, I think I've reached my threshold of juggling. In that I'm working full-time, writing another book, thinking of marketing tactics for the one that's being published, and I need to go through and make the last few corrections to The Silver Spoon. Oh, yeah, and we're trying to sell our house. So, sleep is obviously never an option : )

But seriously, I can't tell you what an eye-opener this whole publishing thing has been. I love it! My experience with RuneStone has been so positive, which in some ways only makes it that much harder to go back to my day job. To paraphrase Harry from When Harry Met Sally, "When you find someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with, you generally want the rest of your life to start right away." In my case, it's I found what I want to spend the rest of my life doing and I want to start doing that all the time, right now! But fiscally, that is just not happening, at least not yet.

So, in the meantime, I'll keep juggling and try not to let things drop (especially the things that I'm not all that fond of doing, like the 9 to 5 thing and keeping the house clean for potential buyers) because eventually I know it will get easier. It has to. Otherwise, I'm going to start taking this juggling show on the road.

Note:
One final last minute winner in last week's ampersand contest: Greg K. who wins a whopping imaginary $.72. But that's okay. Because he's my husband and I appreciate the support : ) Thanks, hon!

Okay, that's it for now. I have to run to kickboxing class. Not literally, of course, it would be much too far and I would have no energy for beating the protective pads senseless. Which is the whole point of the class, pounding those nasty, sometimes boss-like, upper management, corporate-politic spouting pads into submission. Then again, it could just be me imagining that.

Talk to you tomorrow!

Whew. That was fun!
A bunch of things all going on all at once today.

So, I'll start first with the interview with At Valpo this afternoon. I had so much fun. We talked about writing and Valpo, and it was a nice opportunity to reconnect with Valpo life. After talking to my dad earlier today for advice (Thanks, Dad!), I tried to think about what I would have like to have known or heard about if I were someone considering writing as a major and Valpo as a school. Prospective students are the target audience for the newsletter, I believe. (Side note...Ed, do you remember..."I've lost my prospective!" : ) I haven't thought about that in years!)

So based on my dad's advice, I thought of a few things that I wished I'd known earlier or things that had helped me.
And that basically amounted to this...
-If being a writer is your dream, you should go for it. Don't let fear stop you. To quote George McFly (also, ironically, a writer, though a fictional one) from Back to the Future, "If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything."
-Rejection is part of the process. Not everyone will like what you've done, but someone will. Learn from rejection, make your stuff better because of it.
-Finances play a big role in being a writer. If you want to write full-time, don't spend all that salary that you earn in your first day job or you'll get used to spending it and it will be hard to stop. Which means it will be scary to think of relying on your writing to come up with that same amount of money. And probably difficult to do, especially in the beginning.

I also got a chance to talk about the professors and classes that influenced me. Which was great, because I'm grateful for all they taught me. That, plus a book-friendly home environment helped get me to this point in my life.

So, right now, I hope that my answers made sense and that maybe someone will find them helpful. I also hope that what I said doesn't offend anyone! The article will hopefully be in the April issue of At Valpo, but I'll keep you posted.

Thanks again to Lisa from Valpo for the opportunity and for Dr. Uehling for thinking of me!

Next...
Contest winners!
Wow, I'm impressed by all the people who know their keyboard symbols. The correct name for this symbol & is ampersand.

So, here, in the order in which I received their answers, are the winners:
First Prize, Ten imaginary dollars: Ed B.
Second Prize, Five imaginary dollars: Stacy G.
Third Prize, Two imaginary dollars and fifty imaginary cents: Lynne B.
Fourth Prize, One imaginary dollar and tweny-five imaginary cents: Mike B.

All imaginary prizes will be delivered by imaginary courier within the next three to five business days.

If more of you have entered, I will check my email when I get home and post your names on Monday. I forgot to mention yesterday that I don't have access to my home email account while I'm here at work. Thanks to everyone who participated. I can't wait to do some real contests with real prizes!! I intend to have some contests here that will net you some cool things, like t-shirts, bookmarks, etc, once my book is released.

And finally...in honor of yesterday's contest, how about some really random information about that @ symbol and the ampersand &? My thanks to Ed for finding all of this on the web.

First, did you know that the @ symbol doesn't have universal name? It's called different things in different countries. Here are a few examples:
-apenstaartje, which is Dutch for "monkey's tail."
-kukac, which is Hungarian for "worm."
-dalphaengi, which is Korean for "snail."

This history of this symbol is believed to start with the monks who were charged with creating books by writing the copy out by hand. No printing presses back then, folks. So, they made certain common words shorter to save pen strokes. @ is believed to be one of those.

All this information is courtesy of coolquiz.com. Here is the direct link to the question on the @ symbol.

Now, the ampersand symbol has an equally fascinating history. A century or so ago, school children were taught the alphabet, and & was considered a letter in that alphabet. It meant "and" just like it does now. However, these poor children, in reciting the alphabet were forced to single out the letters that could be words on their own. A and I, for example, are words as well letters. So the kids would have to say, per se, A, and per se, I. And when they came to the end of the alphabet, where & was located, they would have to say "and per se &," which was read as "and." So there you go. And per se and becomes ampersand.

This information comes from an article on ingenial.com by Micah Goulart. There are a few more interesting details like how they came up with the symbol &. Here's the link to check it out...& story.

All right, I'm tired now. And I have to go home and finish cleaning. We're having an open house this weekend in our desperate effort to actually sell our current house before the new one is finished. Plus, I want to finish going through the line edits for The Silver Spoon by Monday. I'm really, really happy with the edits that have been made. But I want to go through them thoroughly once more. It's important to me that I understand the reasons behind the changes, so I can learn from them. And so I can raise any questions that I might have. Which is another thing that's great about my publisher--very open communication! It's done a lot to help me feel more relaxed about this whole process, which I appreciate.

My thanks to everyone who submitted for yesterday's contest, to my dad for his advice, and for everyone who wished me luck on today's interview. Good karma flowing right back at you guys!

Have a good weekend everyone!
Talk to you on Monday.

Random thought for the day...
...what did we use the @ symbol for before email addresses? (Aside from comic book swearing, I mean. #$@#$%!) It's obviously a symbol of great importance--it rates a key on the keyboard (at least sharing one with "2"). And yet, I have no clue how it would have been used before now. Other than the occasional flyer that says "Party @ Bob's house @7:00 p.m." And if that's the only reason it exists, then why is "at" the only short word that gets a symbol. Why not "the" or "over?" Though, now, as it occurs to me to look down at the keyboard, I see that "and" is also represented with a symbol. But that's at least used sometimes, in shop signs and on junior high girls' notebooks (Sally & Bob, together 4-ever). The "at" symbol wasn't really used at all, as far as I know, until about ten years ago.

But @ has been on the keyboard for a long time. I'm pretty sure it was on the typewriter--though I can't say for certain unless I happen to stop by a museum some time soon : ) Seriously, it's just about impossible to find a typewriter these days, even one of those with the cool auto-erase functions. Which is scary, considering we spent a large part of a class in high school, learning how to type on the darned things! Anyway, I was just wondering about @, that's all...

Contest: Ten imaginary dollars and your name in tomorrow's blog to whoever can tell me the proper name for the "and" symbol. It looks like this &. It shares a key with 7. Email me with your answer, sklemstein@msn.com

In other news...
My interview with the At Valpo newsletter is tomorrow. So everyone please send positive thoughts my way tomorrow afternoon. It's a great opportunity, and I'm really excited. I'm just a little worried. They've (meaning Valpo staff) picked people, I would guess, who they think will represent Valpo in a good way, in what they've accomplished and in what they will say. I love my school (they've done a lot for me) and I just want to make sure that comes through without sounding all creepy, obssessed-like about it. Plus, I need to remember that this is an opportunity to talk (at least a little) about my book. But I'm so used to talking about my day job first and then the book, that I'm afraid I'll forget to reverse the order this time around.

And I really, really want to give answers that will make them glad they asked me, you know? Not like sucking up answers, but good, smart answers. I still need to call my dad to get his advice. I think probably the only thing I can do is take a deep breath, think before I answer, and speak slowly enough so that people don't have to have supersonic hearing to understand what I'm saying : )

Okay, I'll keep you guys posted on what happens. Don't forget to write me with the name of the "&" symbol!

Talk to you tomorrow!

Random bits of information

-My marketing plan is finished and sent into RuneStone, yea!!!

-I'm about halfway through the line edits for The Silver Spoon and I'm amazed at how much of a pattern you can create in your own writing without realizing it. My editor *grin* pointed out to me that I start a lot of sentences with "and" when it really isn't needed. And she's right. What's weird is that I've been through that book countless times and never noticed it. That's why it's always good to have someone else (or several someone elses) read your work.

-Ed fixed it so that Google once more recognizes my website. So when you do a search for Stacey Klemstein, it finds this site.

-Meg Cabot's new Princess Diaries book came out yesterday. I need to stop at a bookstore somewhere and buy. I can't help it, I love those books. I know they're written for teenagers but she is such a funny writer. If you've never read any of her stuff, you should. It's way better than the movie. And oddly enough, I find that I like her stuff for teens better than the stuff she writes for adults. Somehow it seems fresher, more real. Check out her blog at www.megcabot.com

-My interview with Valpo is scheduled for Friday. I just need to work out the time and whether I'll be at home or work.

I have to run. I'm still at work and we're meeting friends for dinner. My thanks once again to Stacy G. for providing the feedback on the marketing plan!

Talk to you tomorrow.

More Good News!

My computer did not eat my marketing plan -- yea!!! I got a little too organized for my normally sloppy self and filed it in an actual folder on my pc and then forgot to check there when I was looking for it. So, I took some time (a lot of time actually) and got the plan finished today. I'm asking Stacy G. review it for me and make sure that it's coherent and that I didn't forget anything logical. Believe me, it happens all time when forget words or the wrong place put them in : ) (By the way, that was intentional for all those who may start to question my ability to string words together in a sentence.)

I also got line edits back on The Silver Spoon last night, so I need to go through those. But from what I've seen, they make sense and improve what I've written. I have to admit that this part of the process is one of the things I've been worried about from the beginning. It's hard to hand over your baby to someone and have them begin pointing out flaws. Though, truly, a good editor doesn't point out flaws so much as make suggestions to make the book better as a whole. So, I'm excited to see what changes RuneStone is recommending and very relieved to find that from what I've seen so far, I agree with them.

Also on the good news page is that when I got the line edits last night, my editor (isn't that the coolest thing ever to be able to say, "my editor?" I think so) asked for a synopis/outline of book two of the Zara Mitchell series. Which means, if they're interested in the direction I'm going, they could end up asking for that book as well!!!!! I'm so excited!

It's also a little scary as I've never written a synopsis for anything that wasn't completely finished before. And it's been drilled into me so often about never sending anything out until it's finished. But I think that this (sending a synopsis for a not-yet-completely-written book) is the normal process if you're a known author or your publishing company already knows your style of writing and just needs to know the direction your next story will take. Okay, I can't stop grinning--this is so cool! : )

All right, I have to get home. The lunch thing isn't working for me, but the blogging before I go home seems to do just fine.

Talk to you tomorrow!

Woo, hoo! An interview!

Okay, probably not my most professional reaction, but still! I got an email today from VU. They're asking to interview me for the email newsletter that goes out to prospective students, as part of the hooplah surrounding the introduction of creative writing and professional writing majors. They want to talk to me as someone who has been "successful in the writing world." I'm so excited -- one, because it's just another cool opportunity to talk about something I love, writing, and two, because it's doing something, I hope, to help my school.

In case you haven't noticed, I loved my school. I learned so much there, not just about curriculum but also about life. I learned what it was like to have a supportive environment and people who knew who I was personally, instead of student #24344. And I know that's not for everyone, but it made a big difference to me. And the opportunity to share that with people who are considering Valpo as a future home (for four years at least) makes me feel good. I mean, I've been out of school for almost seven years now, and the professors in the English department still remember me. And it's not because the school was that small, but it's because they took/take a personal interest in their students. I can't tell you how often that helped me when I was in school and even once I graduated. When I went to Dr. Uehling a couple of years ago and told him I'd written a book (not The Silver Spoon, but another novel), he didn't laugh. He took me completely seriously, even though I had no idea what I was doing. And that helped me get the courage to believe that I could do it, get a book published, I mean. And it happened!

This interview is such good news that I can almost forget about how my computer seems to have eaten my marketing plan. You know, the one that I've been slaving over? My hard drive crashed last week, not that big of a deal, as I managed to find the copy in my email "sent items" and build from that. But somehow, when the techno-wizards restored my documents, the old one, I think, overwrote (is that even a word?) the new one. So, I lost a whole bunch. But I do have a hard copy (always, always, always print out a hard copy and back up on disk, especially when working on a creative project) and if it disappeared on my home computer as well, I emailed it there last week, then I can always retype. Which I hate, but it doesn't suck nearly as much as losing it completely.

I am nervous about the interview. You never know how you sound to other people, how they will take your words, particularly if you're not face to face. That's one of the reasons I opted to do a phone interview, at least then inflection will count for something. How many times has humor bottomed-out in an email because someone took the words seriously?!? Or vice versa, I suppose. I might ask my dad for some tips. He talks in front of people all the time (he's a pastor) and I know he's even done tv interviews, so other than not talking too fast (which when I gave a presentation last week at work, some people said they were worried I would talk too fast, as I always do, but that I did fine, so maybe I'm getting better), maybe he has some ideas on what else to do to keep myself calm and give good answers.

Sorry for the jumbled nature of this blog. I didn't want to miss another entry, but I have to run to make it home in time for kickboxing--we might do long-hooks tonight and I don't want to miss that!

Any suggestions for interview advice, send them my way sklemstein@msn.com.
Talk to you tomorrow!

Selling yourself...but not in the hooker-ish sort of way.

Note: I have to say that thing about writing blogs during lunch is that I'm usually doing something during lunch. Eating. Or going to meetings. But that's okay. I'm doing this entry now, suffering the corporate environment for a few more minutes cause I know that once I go home I will not want to log on and wait for my very slow dial up connection.

And now...on to my main point...
As I'm working my way toward publication of The Silver Spoon (actually RuneStone is doing that, I'm just along for the ride, doing whatever they need me to!) the odd juxtaposition of being an author and being a marketer is taking up more and more of my thought space. It's one of those things that you don't really think about until it happens to you. Marketing, selling your book, I mean. Sure, everyone imagines those packed signings full of people dying to ask questions about your books. But most small and medium-sized presses don't have the money for large publicity campaigns for an unknown author. Heck, even the big companies won't give decent publicity money to an unknown, even though they made the decision to buy the book in the first place, until he or she has proved themselves in sales! Hence you have to sell books before they'll give you money to...well, help sell books.

So, unless you're a pretty big name author or a midlist author with a publicity firm, the author is usually the one calling up people, asking to do signings, readings, etc. And that, my friends, is a very humbling realization. To know that you will have to call up these places and pitch your book and yourself. To go to these places without the reassurance that someone actually wants you to be there. To volunteer to participate on panels without knowing for sure that anyone out there is interested in what you have to say. Eeek!

This also goes for bookstores. They're not going to carry a book by an unknown author from a small or medium-sized press unless there's a reason to. And you have to give them those reasons.

Most people don't know all this and consequently, it's hard to explain how much time and effort go into making a good marketing plan and getting the book out there into people's consciousness. It's frustrating occasionally to talk with those who think that I must now have loads of free time, now that my book is finished. Well, the writing's finished, but there's still a ton of work to be done.

And I'm one of the lucky ones. My publisher and I will be working together on publicity, which is awesome.

And while the whole publicity/marketing/putting yourself out there thing is scary, it's also exciting. It's fun talking about my book. I'm proud of my story and the people (and aliens) in it. In fact, it's so much fun, it's kind of alarming -- do I need therapy or what? : )

After spending so much time focusing on the book, getting it finished, getting it finished right (a big distinction) and getting it published, it's very tempting to sit back and think only about the marketing. To think, whew, I'm done with that one, now all I have to do is get people to know about it. To imagine all the cool ways you're going to get people to notice it and buy it. But that in and of itself is scary. I've heard writing described as being like exercising a muscle. You have to do it every day. So, if you're concentrating on marketing your existing book, it seems to me that there's a good chance you're neglecting writing the next one. But in order for there to be a next book, you have to do a good job of selling the first one.

So, right now, I'm trying to finish up my marketing plan, while trying not to get so excited about it that I neglect my current project (which I can't name at this point because to talk about it destroys the urge to work on it...see previous blogs on quirks!) All the while, worrying about what it will be like sitting in a bookstore, hoping that people will come and that they'll be interested in something I say. Though, as anyone who knows me well will testify, I'll talk about anything to pretty much anyone, even if I'm nervous or scared (I'll just talk that much faster!) I can't stand conversation voids : )

But even with all this going on, this is so worth it. I love it. Even the scary, overwhelming moments. This is right for me. I only wish I had more time to devote myself to it. But like I said yesterday, doing this to pay the mortgage might make it significantly less enjoyable for me. I do well under pressure--I just don't like it.

So, that's it for now. I could promise a new blog for tomorrow, but I'm not sure that I'll actually get up enough oomph to pull the stupid long phone cord out at home. So, I'll say this...

Talk to you on Monday. (Or maybe sooner...)

No Lunch for you!
Okay, so I didn't get a lunch break today. So, technically, I'm not breaking my word...I'm just bending it a little. I had a meeting instead, while I ate my lunch, and then I left that meeting for another two in prompt succession.

And as I sat there today, listening to people talking with a great deal of enthusiasm about their work, I wonder what they're thinking. Like, do they really like their work this much? Or is it just an act? Sometimes, I feel like a pretender among them. Don't get me wrong. I like my job, as much as one can like a job (enforced activity for pay, which is needed to survive. There is something inherently unlikeable with that set-up). And I want to keep my job. But it is a job to me. I work at it for money. I take pride in my work and try to do my best. But at the end of the day, this is not what I'm thinking about. I mean, I don't get a big goofy grin on my face when I contemplate my next project the way I do when I think about the release of my first novel (yea! insert dopey grin here). More often than not, new projects are greeted with a sickening twist in my stomach. Will I get it done in time? We've been shorted so many days already. What pitfalls and frustrations await me?

All of this, so that at the end of it, I have a finished piece that I don't really care about except that it's done and can no longer trouble me. I mean, I'm usually pleased with the piece, as much as one can be by the time multiple layers and lawyers have had their say. But if you offered me the choice between having that finished piece (along with the pitfalls and frustration that accompany its creation) versus not having the finished piece (or the pitfalls and frustrations), I think I'd take not having the piece. Unlike writing a book. In that case, the frustration and pitfalls, as painful, tearful and gut-wrenching as they can be, are all worth it. They will always be worth it for the moment of holding that finished book in your hands. Or, so I think. I haven't actually held my finished book. And I already think it was all worth it : )

So, sometimes, in these meetings, I look around at everyone arguing strenously for their point of view and the "right thing" to be done and I wonder how strongly do they truly feel that passion. If they feel it as strongly as they seem to, perhaps as strongly as I feel about my book, I think they're so fortunate. To have found a job that you care that deeply about and are willing to commit such hours to is fabulous. And on top of it, loving your job is socially acceptable. More than acceptable, in fact. It's expected that you should love your job or be looking for a new one.

It's a lot harder to convince someone that you have a job but your true career, your true passion, is one that you work at in the off-hours and hasn't made you much (if any) money. And your job is just the way to support that passion.

I suppose that's the downside to having a day job. But I don't know if I'd like not having a day job entirely. Sometimes I do need to stop thinking about whatever I'm working on and let my subconscious tumble things around a bit. And I don't think I could take the pressure of knowing that what I write has to make the mortgage payment possible. I think I'd feel a lot more pressure to do what everyone else thinks should be done rather than what I feel is right. And I do have a pretty cool day job, as far as day jobs go : ) People all over the country see my stuff, even if they don't know that I'm the one writing it. And as I've mentioned in previous blogs, I'm not sure I could change jobs to something that wasn't writing related, like being a dog-walker. (Have you ever noticed that in all the novels where a woman finally walks away from a high-powered career that she has hated silently for years that she becomes a dog-walker or starts her own dog-walking business. Either these women saved a hell of lot better than I have, or there's a load [pun intended] of money to be made in dog walking)

Okay, this venting session brought to you by a very bad Thursday. I think honestly that I haven't been writing as much in my blog lately because I've been trying to censor myself, now that I know people are reading it. So screw it, I'm going to write what I want...please don't hate me : )

All hate emails, as well as those regarding continuing employment should be directed to sklemstein@msn.com...uh, no, that's sclemstein@msn.com, yeah that's it.

Talk to you tomorrow.

Blogging
Okay, here's the bad thing about me and blogging. During the day, while I'm out and about, I'm always thinking about things that would be fun to blog about. However, I never write them down. And I should, I know myself better than that. I have a brain like swiss cheese when it comes to stuff like this. Lots of holes and when there's a little too much heat, things get melty. And I know I haven't been as good lately about blogging every day. I'm going to try to change that by doing it, *gasp* during my lunch hour instead of at home.

So here is a compilation of some of the random things that I've been thinking about blogging about...
-My cover art questionnaire is done and turned in. I'm so happy that RuneStone asked for my opinion. But I'm also nervous because I don't know that what I like on other people's covers is possible or even right for mine. But I have every confidence in RuneStone knowing which of my suggestions are the not-so-hot ones!

-There's no such thing as the perfect job. Either you hate what you're doing and love the people. Or you hate the people and love what you're doing. Or, worse, you hate what you're doing and those miserable jerks that you work with too. So, finding the perfect job is impossible. It's all about compromise. What are you willing to give up to get something else in return? And it's interesting to me that our culture doesn't view working or jobs this way. Or, at least, I didn't until I started thinking about it. Everyone, I think, is on a quest for the perfect job. And just like the perfect man (or woman), it just doesn't exist. But the "right" one probably does.

-You don't have to wear green any more on St. Patrick's Day in the corporate America. No one would dare pinch you.

-And ten things that suck about March:
1. Snow, snow and more snow.
2. It's not winter, it's not spring...it's spinter?
3. Can anyone say mud?
4. Non-stop basketball. I mean, I like that sport as much as anyone...well, that's not true. I only really like it when I know the team or someone on the team (I went to Valpo, so it's possible.) Otherwise it's an endless parade of Dick Vitale wannabes screaming around and reciting useless statisics.
5. Reruns. Having just finished Feb sweeps, all the networks feel that they've earned a break. So, we're forced to watch reruns that we've probably already seen twice, or do something productive, like clean the house. Right. (The exception being Alias, of course. Woohoo, that Lauren is going to caught and I can't wait until Vaughn dumps her!)
6. No national holidays (yet again!). I don't work for a bank (like some people or a school, so there is a vast wasteland of work days between New Year's Day and Memorial Day for me.
7. Gray skies. But all kinds of variety, slate, lead, steel, etc.
8. Having to check the weather every morning to find out whether my work place will be only ten degrees hotter than it needs to be or thirty. And then dressing appropriately.
9. It doesn't have my birthday. Course neither do the other ten, but somehow it just sucks in March that much more.
10. At least another month until you can reasonably wear open toed sandals.

Talk to you tomorrow (and I mean it this time...I think.)

More Quirkiness
Based on the other day's blog about my weird little rituals for writing, I got an email from my good friend Stacy who was willing to share the depths of her quirkiness (way deeper than mine...okay, not really).

So here's what Stacy has to say:
Every morning when I come into work I have to "X" out the day on my calendar (cross it off). I had this teacher in high school who used to say that "wake-ups" are the hardest part of the day...once you survived the waking up and getting moving portion of the day, you're day was pretty much over. So instead of saying "three more days till Friday," she'd say, "two more wake-ups till Friday." She saw time in terms of wake-ups, not days.

So, I somehow made that idea my own when I started working and as soon as I come into work, I have to cross off the day on the calendar. Before I get coffee. Before I log on to my computer. It's the first thing I do after taking off my coat (Because, see, I made it through the wake-up process and to my little cube). If I forget to cross off the day or get distracted and can't do it till later in the day, I feel agitated and like I can't really concentrate or settle into the day...or I get that vague sense all day that I forgot something or that something is missing.

But then Stacy goes on to give, almost as an afterthought, this gem, which I love:
And I also have to put my pants & shoes on right leg first and walk up stairs starting with my right foot (if I do any of these things using my left foot first, I'll actually redo them...yep, I'll go back down the stairs and start up again on my right foot).

That made me laugh! Course, this is coming from the girl (me) who used to have to hang her clothes on the exact same hangers every time. Like, this paticular sweatshirt belongs on this particular hanger. No other hanger will do. And no, it had nothing to do with writing for me, just general sense of control. I might possibly need therapy for this...I'm not sure.
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Also, I want to take this opportunity to respond the man's code listed in Ed's blog this week.

Women do have rules as well. At least, I think so, but I'm not sure if others would agree. And many of them revolve around bathroom etiquette.

For example, if you are at dinner with several other couples and you need to find the bathroom, you are required to ask if the women-half of those other couples would like to come as well.

Conversely, if the other women at the table get up to go to the restroom and you are not asked to come along, you are being snubbed. Never doubt it. Unless there is a purse-watching issue. Which leads to another rule.

Purse/bags must be watched at all times. Even if there's nothing inherently valuable and no imminent threat of theft, the purse must still be watched. Which means, just as you would with a child, arrangements must be made for purse-watching before the woman can comfortably leave her purse behind. She must say, "Watch my purse, okay?" And the friend/husband/boyfriend/whomever must agree without argument, or else the woman cannot leave. And even though the odds of a friend/husband/boyfriend/whomever knowingly allowing a purse snatcher to steal the purse are low, the statement of purse protection must be made!

Another one...women, in selecting a bathroom stall, must not select one next to an already occupied stall, unless all other options are taken.

Talking in bathrooms is acceptable at any juncture, if you came in with the woman you want to talk to. Guessing based on the shoes you see under the door and then beginning a conversation is NOT ACCEPTABLE.

The "fat" question--if another woman asks you if she looks fat in any article of clothing, the answer is always no. And this is key for men, who also have to follow this rule, YOU CANNOT LOOK AT THE WOMAN BEFORE/WHILE ANSWERING. Nor, can you hesitate before responding with an emphatic NO!

Those are just a few of the rules for women when interacting with other women. The rules for women interacting with men is another day's blog. Probably more likely another year's blog! : )

Send me more rules...what am I missing? Email me at Sklemstein@msn.com

My lucky socks.
Okay, I don't actually have lucky socks. But I do have other weird little quirks, especially when it comes to anything relating to writing. We were out at our new house this weekend. And we could finally climb upstairs (stairs were just installed) to see the bedrooms, one of which is going to be my writing room. I love the one I have now, at my current house. It's just the right size, I finally have all the furniture in the right place (I moved my desk no less than three times in the first year we lived there) and it, the room, faces west. West is a requirement for me. The last two rooms that I've written in have faced west to some extent, so that the afternoon sun shines in. This is necessary, otherwise it feels all depressing in there in the evening/afternoon and I don't want to go in there for anything. And if you're a writer, you know that sometimes the hardest thing to do is to convince yourself to go in and sit down and write, even though you're practically crawling out of your skin with the need to do it. I actually get crabby when I don't get time or enough time to write. Seriously. Ask my husband. If he still will speak of it : )

So, now, facing the prospect of a new writing environment, I'm a little tense. A few months ago when we picked this house model and the lot, I actually made the sales rep figure out which side of the house the garage would be on before we told her we would take it because I had to know if there would be a room that faced west that I could have for my writing room. I know it's completely bizarre. But you'll find as you do this, that whatever you can do to make it easier on yourself to write, you'll do it. And you'll do it, no matter how weird it makes you seem.

Other things that are weird but that I have found helpful:
1. Having a room just devoted to writing (or sculpting or whatever it is you're doing that requires that extra bit of effort).
2. No one is allowed to touch my computer. For any reason. Except when I'm in dire need of technical assistance. But just because someone else in my house wants to look up fantasy football scores, that doesn't count! It has something to do with knowing that everything will be the way I left it. It also has something to do with avoiding procrastination. Procrastination is, again, another tried and true system for avoiding writing. Writers will do anything to avoid writing--I don't know why, but it's true. That's why I don't use my computer for anything except for stuff related to writing. I make it difficult for myself to log on to the web (have to drag a huge phone cord from across the hall) just so I won't lose myself in "research." So I can't be thinking of the computer as a tool to check fantasy football scores online or ordering movie tickets--it has to be for writing.
3. Never talk about current projects, except in the vaguest of necessary terms. A couple reasons for this one. First, I've found that by the time I've described the story enough for someone to get why I'm so excited about it, all desire to tell the story has actually disappeared. Because in describing it, I've actually told it to some extent and it no longer inhabits my brain in the potential form. And second, because no matter how good-hearted people are, they will want to take part or influence what you're doing. You can be telling them, "and then this happens and Bob jumps off the bridge..." And they interrupt with excitement, "And he dies, right?" And then suddenly, all you can picture is your hero dead in the water, when originally he was supposed to land in a passing speedboat. And your friend isn't trying to make things difficult, they're just trying to participate in the conversation, which is normal. But writers, at least most of the time, are anything but normal. : )

And this influencing can also be done with an intentionally negative bent. In other words, you tell someone you're writing a story about XYZ and they look at you and say, "That's an interesting idea" when clearly they don't think so. Or, "Didn't ABC already do a movie of the week on that?" It doesn't even have to be someone slamming you intentionally. But most people already think of you in a certain way and telling them what you're doing might make them think of you in a new way, which might not be comfortable. So,their instinct is to either pat you on the head with a meaningless (and clearly so) "that's nice" or a doubting comment clevely disguised as constructive criticism "Wow, a book, that's really hard. Do you think you can do that? I mean, that's a lot of pages. I sure wouldn't want to commit to doing something like that. And remember, you were the one who had trouble writing ten page papers in college." And writers enough, as you probably already know, are neurotic enough as it is! They don't need any help talking themselves out of a project.

So, I'm wondering are there other rituals/quirks that other people do? Not necessarily in writing. I know one person who had to use the same pencil/pen in studying for an exam as when taking the exam because the pencil/pen had already been over the answers. It's a mental thing, but I actually tried it once and I think it did help me relax, which is usually a key to performing better on a test.

Any thoughts...send me an email: sklemstein@msn.com
Talk to you tomorrow.

Okay, still recovering. But today, I actually smelled something. Yea!

It was weird. Smelling is one of those things you don't think about it, unless it's really good or really bad. It's like you don't even realize you're processing the information, until one day you can't smell anything at all.

But today, I was just going about my business and boom, suddenly, I realized, hey, I can smell that. It happened to be deoderant that I was putting on. Women's deoderant always smells very flowery (that or baby powder, which I hate).

After realizing I'd regained some sense of smell, I went around smelling everything I could find that I knew had a pretty strong scent. Hand soap, body lotion, garlic rice (my dinner), Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies (my dessert). And all of it, I could smell at least a little bit!

So, in celebration, I'm writing a list.
Ten best scents in the world, in no particular order:
1. Bread baking
2. the ocean
3. the top of a baby's head (don't ask, I can't explain what it smells like, it's just good)
4. A Christmas tree (pine tree/evergreens)
5. A new book (Aaaah. The ink, the glue, the new paper...my dad knows what I'm talking about. My mother thinks we're crazy)
6. Fresh popcorn
7. Clean laundry
8. Sunscreen (is there anything that instantly triggers the thought, summer!)
9. Freshly cut grass (I actually hate this smell because it immediately gives me a headache, I think I'm allergic, but it still one of the best smells in the world)
10. Bacon cooking (To quote Homer Simpson, "Mmmm, unexplained bacon." From the episode, I believe, where Pierce Brosnan is the super house trying to kill off Homer so he can have Marge all to himself.)

Did I forget any? What scent do you think should have made the ten list? Email me sklemstein@msn.com.

Talk to you tomorrow.

I miss my sense of taste.
It's been almost a week since I last tasted anything, I mean really tasted. I can get little hints of things now and then. Chocolate comes through a little bit, as does salt. But the flavor is completely lost to me. And I can't tell you how depressing it is! It's hard to eat when you know what you're hungry for and even if you get it, you can't taste it. So, consequently, I've been sort of avoiding meals. Maybe that's the new diet plan. Get a permanent sinus infection and you'll never want to eat anything again.

I can't smell anything either, but I can find an up side to that a lot easier. No cigarette smoke, strong perfume, diesel exhaust, not to mention my two large dogs with slightly touchy gastrointestinal systems : )

But it's starting to make me a little panicky. Part of writing is creating a sensory experience for the reader, making them feel like they're there. Wherever there is. And for me, scent is a strong cue for writing. I mean, imagine a fair. You know the fair smell. Everyone does.

Asphalt, warmed and made kind of sticky by the August sun, the super sweet scent of cotton candy, elephant ears, and funnel cakes combined which is almost enough to make you feel a little sick, heated cooking grease, the warm homey smell of fresh french fries (I don't know why that is so comforting to me, but it is), bitter citrus from the lemon peels dropped to the ground and crushed beneath all the feet, sawdust and the faint but familiar smell of manure near the pony ride.

All of that is fair smell. And sometimes when I'm writing about something and it's not going well, I concentrate on the way it would be feel to be there. Heat beaming down on your bare arms, sweat dampening your shirt along the line of your spine, the overheated feeling of your toes after you've been walking around a bit, like they're little sausages about to split their skins.

And that helps put me in the moment. And more often than not, it ends up in whatever I'm writing, just because it anchors the scene. Makes it real. And sometimes in order to do that I have to revisit smells, sounds, tastes, etc. And I can't do that when I'm down two of the five senses!!! It's so frustrating!

And, of course, my overactive imagination doesn't help. It's telling me that perhaps I've contracted a rare sinus infection, one that leaves behind damaged senses of smell and taste. That I'll never taste or smell again...okay, probably a little melodramatic. But still something that keeps popping into my head. For those of you who have read Bitter Pill, my mystery, you can probably see where Rennie's mom gets her hypochondriac tendencies from : )

All right. That's it from the patient today (patient as in one who sick, not one who has patience. Because as my husband can testify, that definitely does not apply to me : ) )

Talk to you tomorrow. (Which I intend to do. Blogging daily has been difficult due to my inability type without shivering from fever or constantly blowing my nose. But things seem to be improving. Just not fast enough. See I'm an impatient patient, probably the worst kind!)