Monday, April 11, 2016

When Getting Up At 3 a.m. Is A Good Thing


A while back, I was invited by the Idaho Writers Guild (IWG) to teach a workshop for them, requiring me to travel to Boise. Sure, I said. This would be a new experience, since I teach workshops all the time, some in person, some online, but none of them involve my leaving the immediate vicinity of Seattle. (I should note here that I barely leave my neighborhood these days, since as a freelance editor/writer, and with an Internet connection that’s fairly consistent, there’s no need to. Also, my car is dead and rusting in the backyard, but that’s another story.)

Anyway, I decided to make the trip a one-day affair, flying in before and flying out after the presentation, after I found out that weather in Idaho is an unpredictable thing in April. We had nightmares of a sudden snowstorm trapping us in various stops along the way if Mike and I had decided to drive. At least if I had to stay in Idaho overnight due to snow or tornado or, say, an onslaught of locusts (it could happen!), I could catch a later flight and Mike wouldn’t miss a day or more of work. And this way, I figured, I could get home in time to work in the garden.

Yes, I could hear you snickering ALL THE WAY HERE. Stop that.

The workshop was scheduled to start at 10 a.m., and the SeaTac flight to Boise was at 6:30 a.m., so I found myself getting up 3:15 a.m. and being driven to the airport by the ever-patient and in this case going-back-to-sleep-soon Mike, getting there shortly after 4 a.m. to get in line for the TSA. For a 6:30 flight.

And you know what? It wasn’t too soon to get into line. All those people who warn you that it takes a while to get through the TSA check aren’t kidding. At least at SeaTac. After I got a boarding pass, I followed the signs pointing to the gates and found myself standing at the end of a line of people. Many, many people. Hundreds and hundreds of people. At 4:20 on a Saturday morning. Geez Louise. It was not unlike checking in at San Diego Comic-con, but nobody here was dressed as Captain America or Wonder Woman. (Wouldn’t be comfortable for travel, I would guess.)

At least the line moved relatively briskly, but then I assume most of the people in it weren’t awake enough to NOT shuffle along when prodded. When I finally stepped up to the TSA person, it was about an hour later, and by then I was wide awake. But then I was taken aside for a pat-down, so after that (I had a hard time keeping a straight face; me a suspicious sort? Snort), I really WAS awake.

Since I had plenty of time after that before my flight and I was awake enough, I walked around a bit, since it had been a while since I’d traveled by air and I’d been to the airport. I was pleased to discover that among other restaurants, there was a takeout joint for Asian cuisine called Waji’s, which I assume is an offering of the Asian grocer Uwajimaya (I haven’t had a chance to check) not far from the gate for my flight. There were Starbucks every few feet, of course, and a Wolfgang Puck place down the corridor. And unlike the last time I was traveling somewhere, everything was open (at that point, SeaTac restaurants didn’t bother to open in the middle of the day, we discovered. Yes, at a major international airport. Poor form). This morning, however, at 5 a.m. on a Saturday, everything was open and busy.

The flight itself was smooth and uneventful, with about 40 passengers for a propjet designed for 80, less than an hour and a half travel time. The weather in Boise (of course) was bright and warm and sunny, about 80 degrees, so (in case you hadn’t concluded on your own) no snow. Or tornadoes or locusts. I was met by Elaine Ambrose, a member of the Idaho Writers Guild and an accomplished published humorist, and she was kind enough to show me some of the sights on our way, including Boise State University! A college that close to the airport would have advantages. (I wonder if the school has a low-residency graduate program? That would be really convenient!) And Boise is still small enough that I could see the mountains beyond (pretty close), the sky above, and the land itself, something, I realized, I hadn’t been able to do for years in Seattle. So THIS was what that phrase about “wide-open spaces” meant. I’d forgotten! Not really having seen it, not since our trip across the country in 1989.

I was worried about how far it was from the airport to the Riverside Hotel, where the workshop was being held, but it turned out to be something like ten or fifteen minutes, most of that through the city itself and a few on the freeway (apparently the only freeway around, making travel directions VERY simple). So let’s sum up: sun, no traffic, pleasant company…yep, easy-peasy.

You’re waiting for the other shoe to drop, aren’t you? Of course you are. So was I. The room reserved for the workshop was set up and ready for the attendees, and some people were already there waiting. I met my contact with the IWG, Greg Likins, who it turned out left lovely West Seattle the same year Mike and I arrived in it, so we spent a few minutes talking about the ol’ hood. Small world indeed. Greg had made sure to print out additional handouts when we discovered there were going to be more attendees than we expected, so as the minute hand ticked closer to ten o’clock and the place remained sparsely occupied and we had all these extra printouts, I wondered if I was going to be speaking to a pretty empty room.

Turned out not. At ten almost on the dot, there was a flood of people into the room, and within a couple of minutes, the place was filled, and we could begin.

The workshop—“Stirring the Plot: Taking your basic plot across the genres, and making your story work, no matter the genre”—went well, as far as I could tell. At least that’s what they told me. I just knew I enjoyed presenting it, and I tried to help those who asked questions. The attendees ranged from newbies to veterans, spanning genres, fiction and nonfiction, both sexes, and the young woman who won my Wear Black giveaway was writing a graphic novel. When all was said and done, many of the attendees came up to tell me that what they had learned was going to help them enormously, so it was worth the trip.

I was invited to lunch with some of the attendees afterward, members of the Coeur du Bois chapter of Romance Writers of America, so we spent a lovely hour talking shop and I was also introduced to a substance called “fry sauce.” I’d never heard of it until the waitress asked us if we wanted some. For those not familiar with it, it’s a combination of ketchup and mayonnaise, and it turns out to have been around since the late 1940s, mostly in the western United States, with variations around the world. The recipe changes from place to place, but the main ingredients in this area remain the same. The ladies were excellent company, as was Elaine, who joined us as well. And the sweet potato fries were great with the fry sauce.

Much too soon I had to get to the airport, especially since I was expecting the same lunatic TSA lines there—but I was assured that wasn’t likely. Amberly Smith was my ride there, and that was appropriate, since it was Amberly’s email to me that started me on my journey to Boise in the first place, when she dropped me a line asking if I would be interested in teaching a workshop. We talked about our writing, our lives, and even our pets. And she laughed when I expressed concern about the Boise TSA line, but she delivered me right on time nonetheless.

If any of you out there want a pleasant airport experience, avoid SeaTac and go to the Boise airport instead. Admittedly, one is an international airport and the other is not, and Saturday can be a busy day of the week (or not), but after I got my boarding pass and went to the TSA line, I…okay, there couldn’t have been more than eight or nine people in line. The only excitement was when a woman fainted for whatever reason. And once again, I was taken aside for a pat-down. I guess I do look threatening.

This flight was actually almost full, but it still left on time and efficiently. It landed a few minutes early, and Mike (now awake and everything!) picked me up, about twelve hours after he dropped me off.

Did I work in the garden after we got home? Do you KNOW me? Of course not! Nor did I take a nap, as you would assume that I would. I went to sleep at 10 p.m., about normal time, woke up about 3 a.m., thought to myself I could go back to sleep…so I did.

Thanks, Idaho Writers Guild and Coeur du Bois! You made my day jaunt to another state a wonderful trip!


Thursday, March 17, 2016

And Now, Here's Something Completely New



A while back, someone asked me if I had set aside my writing in favor of my editing business. No, I said. Then, in the same week, when someone else asked me the same question, I realized I had, in addition to building my editing business, written a short story, finished a novel, and taken back the rights for five books, and that's all in the past year. My problem? I hadn't published any of them!

So I figured I should do something about that. Last month, I re-introduced my superheroine Sonika, appending two short stories about her to the original work and retitled THE SONIKA STORIES (available on Amazon, mainly because Barnes & Noble seems to be sitting on their version). DREAMING BEAUTY, which is a never before published work, is the second novel in Sonika's world, and in particular her town. But that's about the only thing they have in common. Because there are no super-heroes, only a guy who communicates with a comatose woman through his dreams. Or are they hers?

Check it out at http://www.amazon.com/Dreaming-Beauty-World-Sonika-Book-ebook/dp/B01D27RP7I/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1458233929&sr=8-2&keywords=eilis+flynn!

Friday, February 26, 2016

Re-introducing Sonika

I got the rights back for my favorite super-heroine, so after another editing, adding in two short stories  and a glossary about the World of Sonika, AND a new cover, I present once more: It's The Sonika Stories! Available at Amazon at ttp://www.amazon.com/Sonika-Stories-World-Book-ebook/dp/B01B8S01II/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1458235032&sr=1-2

And to find out a little something about me and the new Sonika stories, check out Cassandra Shaw's blog:


http://www.cassandralshaw.com/eilis-flynn-the-sonika-stories-its-not-easy-being-a-super-heroine/

Friday, January 01, 2016

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

BOOK LOG 51: DRIVING HEAT

by Richard Castle, of course!

I had forgotten I hadn't mentioned this book, arrived as it did late in the year amid everything I've been doing. I continue to like this series, but I have to wonder about the editing process. Psychologists don't prescribe meds, okay? Psychiatrists do. You have to have a medical degree, which psychiatrists do (as in "MD"). Psychologists have doctoral degrees, which are PhDs—which are simple things enough to remember, and you'd think that both Jameson Rook and Nikki Heat are smart enough, and educated enough, to know that.

I think the problem here (or I should say my problem because I can't forget it), or perhaps multiple problems, is that the dual realities here (well, there are three, but let's not confuse things, because things are already confused), while mostly sliding past each other, are beginning to bump against each other. In this novel, Nikki has been promoted to a supervisory position, and using an old subplot from Castle the TV series, Rook is briefly a suspect. But that was a few seasons ago on the series, so unless you've seen every episode (which I have, I realize now), that might be a fresh twist out of nowhere. Whoever the ghostwriter is this time, he or she has done a journeyman job, and it was a good-enough read, but not great. Happy ending, at least.

Part of the malaise is because of the thorough disenchantment with the current season, which seems to be a pervasive attitude among its viewers. Castle the series just went through the first half of the season with Castle and Beckett separated for the flimsiest of reasons, and even with the guest stars (who were top rate in themselves), it seemed sad and weird. Not well organized. If you're dealing with a rom-com-dram (you can figure that out, can't you?), you can't cut out the rom-com part and then wonder why the audience is shaking their heads at dram only.

Anyway, there is speculation about the end of the series because of all this, and I assume that would mean the same about the books. One supports the other, and in the past, that's worked well. The cracks are showing now. Can the writing and the editing be brought up to snuff? Can the series be tightened and a series editor who can be kept on board be in the near future? I hope so!

Friday, December 25, 2015

Happy Holidays!


Happy holidays, for you and you and you!


Monday, December 21, 2015

Being a Writer, Q&A


By Elizabeth MS Flynn, writing as Eilis Flynn

I was asked to be on an authors’ panel for a local writers’ group (the Evergreen RWA chapter up in Everett, WA) recently, along with Pam Binder, Darlene Panzera, and Laura Navarre. It was definitely an honor to be on a panel with these authors, that’s for sure. Since these days I’m spending more time editing (because that’s where the money is, and since it’s the full-time job right now, thank goodness for that!) and writing as a sideline (since the rights to all five of my non-self pubbed books are back in my hands), my replies were a little more of the editor/author side versus author/editor side.

1. Do you have an agent? If so, are you happy with him or her?
I had an agent, long ago, but back then I assumed that I would need someone to be organized and network with editors. After a year, when she lost three manuscripts of mine (one at a time) and she moved four times, I figured I was more organized than she was and she was not good with networking, either, so I let her go. At this point I don’t see the need. It’s one of these situations that I’ll hunt for an agent when I need formal representation. Most of the time, I can pay an attorney to look over a contract. So right now, I can talk to whomever I need to without an agent. It’s true what they say: no agent is better than a bad one.

2. What’s your writing schedule—how do you balance it with daily life?
I have a full-time editing and writing business, so it IS my daily life. I write my own fiction when I don’t have a paid editing or writing gig. And I spend nine hours a day at it at least. I stagger into my home office at 8:30 a.m., take a break for lunch if I remember to, and I’ll close up shop to make dinner. And if I don’t doze off early, I’ll write some more. I am a very fast editor but a very slow writer, so I need more time to slog along.

3. Personal favorites to read—who inspires you?
Besides my clients, whose work never fails to charm me and inspire me every time? My current favorite authors include Susanna Kearsley, who writes historical/time travel/fantasy romance, Naomi Hirahara, who writes Japanese-American mystery, and Craig Johnson, who writes the Walt Longmire mysteries. Come to think of it, Kearsley’s work often includes a mystery, so I guess I’m on a mystery kick. Kearsley’s stories often include a slip in time so that there’s always a possibility that out of the corner of your eye you’re going to see another time, and I’ve always enjoyed that aspect of historicals. Getting absorbed in that othertime, otherwhere of historicals is always fun. And makes you want to go take a trip to see a restored village!

Now, Naomi Hirahara writes about Asian-American culture in Southern California. Not only are the Asian cultural bits enlightening because she explores all kinds of Asian-American culture, her descriptions of the neighborhoods make me want to go to Los Angeles and ignore all the sparkly parts. Her detectives are Japanese-American; she has one who is an elderly Hiroshima survivor, a Kibei, who is a Japanese-American who is born here and educated in Japan, and her other detective is the opposite, a young police officer who is half-Japanese, half-Caucasian, who has a very different viewpoint of the world. 

And Craig Johnson’s books are surprising; part mystery, part Western, and even, surprisingly, part fantasy. The sheriff has had a number of visions throughout the series pertaining to the mystery of the day, and in the latest book, he’s finally admitting that the visions are starting to worry him.

4. Pet peeve in a book—how would you tweak it to make it work?
My pet peeve is if I can predict what’s going to happen. Surprise me! I’ve edited more than 60 novels in the past couple of years, and after a lifetime of reading everything I could, I have developed an instinct. It’s different from when you’re writing a novel; when you’re writing a novel, you’re immersed in creation. But when you’re editing one, you’re on the lookout for making sure the novel—like a home that’s been built—has good structure, building what comes after the creation itself, pacing and plotting and character, as opposed to enjoying the experience.

Now, I’m charmed by surprises. IF you can give an unexpected twist, IF you can make your reader smile and exclaim, “I did not see that happening!” you have succeeded. You know the adage about if you’re stuck on what should happen next, you make a list of ideas—and keep coming up with ideas? All the logical, rational ideas get thrown out. And you pick the one that comes out of the blue and ramps up the unexpected twist, and your reader is flipping the pages to find out what happens next. And sometimes, so is the author.

5. First sale? Most recent sale?
My very first sale was a comic book story when I was 18, long ago. My most recent fiction sale was for a futuristic for a small press that went out of business and hasn’t bothered to submit final royalties and it’s been a year, so self publishing does have its strong points. I’ve got five books I have the rights back for, so I have to deal with those this coming year. I’ve re-edited three out of the five, with sequels either finished or in progress for them. And a novella based on a novel I wrote back in 1986, made into a graphic novella along the way, finally coming out as a prose production. Only 30 years after the fact!

6. Most important lesson you’ve learned as a writer.
Persevere. Every time I’ve wanted to quit writing and do something that’s more lucrative, I am reminded that if I quit, I don’t know the end of the story!