2011 Annual Review

For the past several years, I’ve been doing annual reviews of my life and work, based on the format from Chris Guillebeau’s wonderful Annual Review on his blog, The Art of Non-Conformity. Chris’s system is exceptionally detailed, more so than I really need, but the gist is there. It’s a great system for those of us who are self-employed and want to do an assessment of our work for the year.  I don’t know about you, but I like accountability. I like the feeling of accomplishment I get when I look back over the past year’s worth of work and see what worked, and what didn’t. Here’s the link to the actual post. Go on over there and take a read. I’ll wait. And if you're interested, here are the links to my previous annual reviews for 2009 and 2010.

The Year in Review - 2011: The Year of Depth

A haughty title, truly, if you think about it. Depth is such an amorphous term. How do you measure such a thing? Especially when you make a commitment to live without goals? I will admit to not looking at the list of goals I set last year until this week, but I don't know if I can honestly say I didn't set goals. Instead, I looked for a better balance of my time. And 2011 will go down in my personal history books as the year I did find a certain kind of balance. I started doing yoga the same week I began reading Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way. Funny thing about that book - I checked it out of the library years ago, 2006, I think, a mere three years into my writing career. And I returned it back within a week - it didn't speak to me. It seemed silly, doing all those random exercises. I didn't understand how writers, artists, could fail to show up for work every day.

Boy, have I learned my lesson. In 2010, I experienced a crippling bout of writer's block, and 2011, well, let's just say, I lost faith. Faith in myself, my art, my muse. And that was an awful place to be. So when I tried The Artist's Way again, it spoke to me. Screamed, really. And smacked me over the head with a pole. Ten weeks later, nearly finished, I have recovered. I am me again. I have that swagger back, the ability to create that I used to take for granted. Thank the Gods for that, at least. 

Depth. Yes, I think I understand that term more than ever before. We are all onions, and live on the surface of our lives, not wanting to experience pain, or suffering. But without suffering there is no joy. Without pain there is no comfort. Without depth, there is no life. We must peel back the layers in order to live honestly. Socrates was right: We must live an examined life if we truly want to walk in this world.

The Nitty Gritty (AKA Nerdology)

I did a lot this year. More than last, which is, as always, the ultimate and only true goal. I worked on four books and three short stories, and dipped my toes into the great wide world of series television. I finished two complete novels, started a third, and edited and released two more. I placed three short stories and released a novella of connected shorts with my friends Alex Kava and Erica Spindler called SLICES OF NIGHT. I judged a contest, attended three conferences and toured two books. And the highlight of the year came in July, when THE COLD ROOM won the ITW Thriller Award for best paperback original of 2010. And of course, we finally got to announce the option for the Taylor books. 

Plus I started a new series, a spin-off of my Taylor series featuring the medical examiner, Dr. Samantha Owens. In order to make Sam's world sing, I did morgue duty, participating in four autopsies, an event I spent most of this year reliving. I wrote my first standalone. I lost my editor, the indomitable Adam Wilson, but gained another wonderful editor, Miranda Indrigo. My dear agent continues to help me forge ahead in the brave new world of publishing. I took a hiatus from my group blog, Murderati, and found a way to get my Facebook fan page into shape. And most important, I took my regular Facebook friend page back to only people I know in real life. The last three items were all meant to help me find my focus, to destress, to make life simpler. Which plays well into my theme for 2012. 

And I wrote. 

2011 Word Total: 886,580
Fiction Total: 252,300
Non-Fiction Total: 157,140
Email: 320,000
Fiction percentage:  40%

I wrote on average 2,429 words per day, 680 of which were fiction. 

My fiction total increased by 54,000 words. That's half a book. I am most proud of that figure. Unfortunately, my emails doubled, from an average of 7 a day to 14. Which blows my fiction to non-fiction ratios out of the water. But... the increase was directly correlated to two fiction projects, so... Fiction to non-fiction was 40% to 60% without emails figured in, but only 28% with email. Damn and damn again. 

On a more personal note, it was a good year. Randy and I got to travel the world again, spending time with friends and family in Italy, Taos, Colorado, Florida, New York, Cincy, Santa Fe, St. Louis, and Washington, D.C. I am surrounded by amazing people, writers and friends who inspire me daily. My husband rocks. I have a guru. My body bends in ways I couldn't have ever expected. I knocked four strokes off my handicap. I have happiness streaming in the doors and windows. We are content and healthy and understand how blessed we are. 

The one bad thing is Jade's fight with pancreatic cancer. As we watch her shrink, our once husky 17 pound cat now down to a lean 9 pounds, our hearts break. I know it's too much to ask that we don't lose her, but I ask anyway, daily, praying for a miracle.  

The Year Ahead - 2012: The Year of Simplicity

Peeling away the things that don't matter both professionally and personally. Controlling only what I am in direct control of. Getting back to the simple pleasures of my life: writing, reading, loving, exercise, meditation, cooking. Following through on plans, eliminating stress, enjoying silence, my work, and my life. Being a good friend, a good spouse, a good daughter, a good sister. 

Is it bad that I've made a resolution to curtail my use of exclamation points? That I want to declutter my life is understandable, and I think that somewhere in there, I want to cure overabundance in all forms. I am cutting way back on my travel, conference attendance and touring in order to write more - I want three whole books under my belt this year. I plan to read what I want to read, and not to buy new books, instead finally delving into the books I already own, even if I have to go through my library alphabetically for accountability. I've even added a widget here on the blog of what I'm currently reading to help keep me on track. I want to study Buddhism, and get deeper into my yoga training. I will be releasing all of my short stories individually in the spring, releasing two Sam Owens books: A DEEPER DARKNESS on April 17, and EDGE OF BLACK on November 23, and will be in New York in July for Thrillerfest. 

Write, and read, and yoga and cook. Those are the four things I want to do in 2012. That's it. All my goals in a single sentence, distilled down to four words.

Simple. That is my new mantra. Oh, and Oṃ śānti śānti śānti. Everything peace, peace, peace.

May your 2012 be blessed, filled with love and happiness and all good things. May you find joy, and create art, and love hard, and hurt. May you read fantastic books, and share meals with friends. May you take walks and stare at the trees. May all your opinions be shared with compassion and love. May you hold hands with someone you adore, and hug someone you haven't seen in a long time. May you put aside petty differences in favor of forgiveness, and remember that everyone has their own fears and angers. May you smile at strangers, and accept their smiles in return. May you love, and be loved.

As my guru teaches, Lokah Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu: May all beings everywhere be happy and free. Namaste, and Happy New Year.

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The Deets: 

Fiction     
Novels WHERE ALL THE DEAD LIE 10,000
  A DEEPER DARKNESS 100,000
  STANDALONE 95,000
  EDGE OF BLACK 10,000
Shorts    
  The Number of Man 10,000
  Gray Lady, Lady Gray 5,300
  Blood Sugar Baby 12,000
  Seminal 10,000
Fiction Totals   252,300
     
Non-Fiction     
Essays 3 critical essays 4,005
Interviews 30@1000 30,000
Murderati Blogs 23@1500 34,500
Tao of JT Blogs 114@500 11,400
Twitter 3149@15 47,235
Facebook 1500@20 30,000
Non-Fiction Subtotal   157,140
Email 3200@100 words per 320,000
Non Fiction Total   634,280
     
Total Word Count   886,580
Fiction Percentage   28%
     
Total Words increase from 2010-2011   268,197
Total Fiction Increase   53,917
Total Non-Fiction Increase   14,640
     
2011 Words Per Day   2,429
2011 Fiction Words Per Day   680
2011 Fiction was % of all words excluding email 40%

11.1.11 - NaNoWriMo

 

 

My brother had this shirt when I was little, and it used to crack me up. Not only because of the cheery smiling stick figure below the words, so incongruous with my logical, quiet, determined brother, but because I got the joke. I was ten, I got the joke, and that made me cool in my mind. Plus, since I was a precocious little know-it-all, I could take the opportunity to explain to my not as verbally gifted local yokel friends what it meant.

Yeah, I was kind of an ass when I was little. No one likes a know it all.

I thought of the shirt the other day. I had turned off all distractions and was doing a Thursday Mo-Mo – write as much as you can in a nine hour period. Everything started to click. Not just click, it began to roar.

And I was reminding myself, in sheer vernacular, of the following:

I are a professional writer.

I’ve discovered an interesting pattern in my writing life.

I finish two books in a relatively short period of time, between six and eight months, then my mind shuts off. Sitting down to the computer each day is a struggle. Focusing on story a near impossibility. This state of mind exists for about three months, during which I only get 25K-30K done on a book that should be finished after three months, then suddenly, just as I'm about to bottom out, feeling like a fraud, a joke, a poseur, something magical happens. It is usually precluded by a massive meltdown in which I mope around for a few days, start smoking again, and decide I will never, ever have a career, much less write another decent book.

Then my husband and one or more of my fabulous friends takes me in hand, allow me to wallow, then remind me that regardless of good or bad writing days, I would never, ever, trade this job for another, and suddenly, everything clicks, and I can start writing again. The cigs are thrown away, I stop moping, I look forward to getting up in the morning because I have a STORY prancing through my mind.

Sometimes you need to be reminded from whence you came.

I tell you this story because today we enter November, which means National Novel Writing Month – or NaNoWriMo. It is a 30-day, 50,000 word sprint that aims to help you develop the habit of sitting down at the computer every day and mindfully writing a novel.

Just FYI – a NOVEL is usually 75,000 plus, (mine are usually 90-100K) while a NOVELLA is 20-45,000 words. Just so you don’t think you’ve written a novel at 50K.

To meet the NaNoWriMo goals of 50K in 30 days, you must write an average of 1666 words a day. To some, that seems an insurmountable number, which is why the whole goal of NaNo is for you to write without censure, turning off your inner editor, not worrying about plot or structure or voice or character, just writing. Getting words down on the page. Free as the wind.

Just so you know….1666 - That’s pretty standard output for a professional writer. With the exception of the times we’re pouting and moping, of course, we do that every day, and then some, five to seven days a week, 365 days a year. With deadlines looming, books releasing, and the necessary issue of worrying about plot and structure and voice and character, satisfying contractual obligations… etc… etc….

I love NaNo. I think it’s a great exercise. The first 60K of 14, the second Taylor Jackson book, was a NaNo winner in 2006. I use November every year as a fun challenge to myself to see how much I can write in a month. It’s always the start of the cycle - two books in quick succession.

As you sit down to your computers today, remind yourself of this one thing. Should you succeed, should you finish the 50K, and go on to write another 30-50K on this story, then edit and edit and revise and revise then submit to agents, get an agent, who sells the book, you will be asked to do it again.

When you work hard to fulfill your dreams, they have a tendency to become reality. And reality for a professional writer isn’t just a month of intensity. It isn’t just 1600 words a day. It is months of intensity. Thousands of words a day, sometimes. It is deadlines and jubilation and triumph and setbacks and heartbreak and bad breaks and sheer unadulterated bliss coupled with some luck – always luck. But none of that happens with seriously hard work.

So if you want to do this for real, stick that in the back of your mind as you fly through the month of November. Do that, and you too can say I are a professional writer.

And best of luck to you all!

(My friend Tracy Lucas put together a listing of all the word counters, and inside her post is stashed a most glorious tool - the yearly word counter. Check it out. I will be using it from here on out.)

8.29.11

Hidy-ho!

Hope everyone made it through the hurricane okay. What a storm! Sending prayers and good thoughts to those who've been hard hit.

Technically, I'm on vacation this week. Anniversary time means work stoppage in our house. Which also means a bit of bloggus interruptus, so forgive me if posting is light this week. Have some fun stuff on the schedule that will preclude my usual 5pm posting.

Even though I'm in vacation-mode (which really just means giving myself permission to read, read, read!) I am still trying to get some writing done. 800 new words on the sandwich book this morning, plus a whopping realization - I actually wrote something that came out in present tense, and I liked it. Freaked me out a bit, to be honest, but if there's anything I've learned about writing - sometimes your story knows more than you do. So it will stay, for the time being at least, and we'll see what happens.

The last time I had a similar experience, it was Taylor Jackson speaking in first person. That ended up being the epilogue of SO CLOSE THE HAND OF DEATH, so I figure it wasn't too bad.

This is the fun part of writing though - experimenting. I encourage you to try it!

Read two books over the weekend - Kristina Riggle's THINGS WE DIDN'T SAY and Laura Lippman's THE MOST DANGEROUS THING. Both were excellent, and much enjoyed. I highly recommend Laura's new book - it's incredibly insightful, and a good guide for how to break some writing conventions and succeed.

What have you been reading lately?

8.25.11

Scrambling around today, picking up the pieces of my life that have been neglected while I was absorbed in finishing the book. Also catching up on my RSS feeds, dragging myself slowly back to the now. While I was going through them, a new Balls of Steel by my friend Jeanne Veillette Bowerman popped up on the Script Magazine blog. It's called "Your Character, Your Career."

Her article touches on some important points that all new writers need to keep in mind. Namely - it is incumbent upon you to create the very best work possible, then bust your ass to make it even better, and then, and only then, start submitting, recognizing that creative industries are by their very nature subjective. But you do have some control over that subjectivity. Just as you have certain book categories and movie genres you enjoy, so do agents and editors. Find the ones that like the kind of stuff you're writing. Learn everything you can about them. Read the books they represent and/or edit. Make certain that these are the right people for your work. Those are the people to query.

And when you do query - Follow their guidelines. While some rules are meant to be broken, for the most part, these are not. If you respect them, they will respect you.

A very wise writer once told me, "All good books find a home."

I do believe that's true. You can't lose faith after a single rejection. This is art, which means some people will love it, and some will hate it. Your job is to get your work in front of the people who will love it. Then your good book will find a home.

The second important part of Jeanne's article is the Character issue.

This one is even easier. Here's a simple guideline to follow. It is a universal truth.

Be a nice person.

Trust me on this. You will go further, have more longevity and find success quicker if you're kind to the people around you. We're all in this together. Pay it forward. Mind your karma. Work hard, don't gossip, keep your nose clean, meet your deadlines, and be professional, always.

That's the secret handshake to succeeding in the publishing world.

On a totally unrelated subject...............

Nineteen years ago today I met a guy. He was pretty darn cute, with his glasses and silver streaked black hair. He had a great smile, a boisterous laugh, and beautiful denim blue eyes. And a wicked big brain - I could tell how crazy smart he was immediately. Long story short, nineteen years ago tomorrow, that really cute, funny, smart guy kissed me, and I was lost. Or perhaps it would be better to say, I was found.

Sixteen years ago tomorrow, we stood in front of a priest and promised to love one another forever.

We aren't doing too badly on that promise. Nineteen of adventure later, I'm more in love with that man of mine than ever. I'll say one thing. It is never boring.

(Happy Anniversary, darling!)

Since tomorrow is my anniversary, I hope you'll excuse me from posting. We will be celebrating our mutual adoration in a secret location with some good food and good wine. I'll be back on here Monday.

In the meantime - those of you in the path of Hurricane Irene - please, please be safe and take the storm seriously. We're all pulling for you.

8.24.11

It's done.....

Done, and sent, with it's brand new ending, to New York, where I now cross my fingers that my team likes the changes I've made, and we can go straight to copyedit.

 (Snoopy dance....)

Well, not Snoopy. The Charlie Brown Christmas special dance - you know the one....

 

 

That feels happier to me. Poor Snoopy always gets embarrassed at the end of his and slinks off.

I'm free... to do what I want... any old time.....

Okay, that's not exactly true. I wish it were. But getting this off my plate, plus the slew of other things on my to do list this week, means jumping into the next project, the sandwich book, which is lagging from where I want it to be. Tomorrow. I'll worry about that tomorrow.

And a ton of books that I've been waiting to read - Laura Lippman's new one came out Tuesday, I have Kristina Riggle's THINGS WE DIDN'T SAY next to me, Kathyrn Stockett's  THE HELP, American Assassin by Vince Flynn, THE GIRL WHO PLAYED WITH FIRE.... oh, so many books, so little time. Plus three writing books I need to get under my belt....

Had a major oh shit moment this morning though - somehow, I've been working on two versions of the same document. There is nothing worse than realizing you may have lost some changes. For some strange reason, I opened my entire Finder folder for the book this morning, and happened to glance at the list and saw my snafu. Thank God I caught it in time. I was able to merge the two documents, go back through and make all the fixes (which was a good exercise in making sure I'd done all I needed to do) and went forward.

So it's been a good day. I hope yours was, too.