What Debut Novelist Patricia Wood Had to Say

Patricia Wood’s novel, Lottery, is a quiet novel with a high-concept that caused agents and then publishers to compete for it. Since publication, the novel has sold steadily in hardover (unusual) and is now selling well in trade paperback. It’s one of those word-of-mouth wonders we sometimes hear about.

Wood’s concept: What if a mentally challenged man won the lottery?

Grabs, doesn’t it? And it got me thinking that the “high-concept” concept doesn’t only apply to commercial fiction.

Debut novelists on book tours are a relatively rare event these days, and even more rare is a paperback book tour, so I was curious about how her reading would differ from the likes of Phillip Margolin and David Guterson. There were less than 10 of us, but everyone except me had already read the novel. Ms. Wood was an energetic self-promoter, inviting random book browsers to sit down and have a listen.

Unlike the seasoned novelists I’ve seen recently, Ms. Wood didn’t talk much about craft or process. I got the impression that she was so pumped by her extraordinary, maybe even surprising, success after years of unpublished toil that she wanted to talk about that instead. (I probably would, too, come to think of it.)

Some highlights:

1. What else could prop up hardcover sales besides word-of-mouth? It probably didn’t hurt that Lottery was short-listed for England’s Orange Prize and that actress Sarah Michelle Gellar bought the film rights.

The Internet is a strange, strange world. Apparently, the purchased film rights appeared as a factoid on a website somewhere, and Buffy-the-Vampire-Slayer fans everywhere sought out the novel.

2. Self-promotion: She handed out novel business cards in hopes we would pass them on and also signed bookplates to stick into our books. She participates in two or three book clubs a week via iChat or speaker phone (or are those the same thing?).

3. Lottery is her fourth written novel. Another example of patience and perseverence. Her first, second, and third written novels will be her third, fourth, and fifth published novels.

4. And she accumulated about 90 rejections with those first three novels! Patience and perseverence indeed!

5.  Where did her novel idea come from? She woke up early one morning with a voice in her head and this first sentence: My name is Perry L. Crandall and I am not retarded. She wrote the prologue immediately, and it didn’t change much from first draft to published version.

What interested me is that her idea came out of her life — it wasn’t as random as a dream voice telling her to write it down. First, she’s well-versed in disability issues through her graduate school studies and advocacy work. Second, her father won the Washington state lottery back in the 90s. Two distinct areas of her life melded themselves into a pleasing story idea. Gotta love the subconsious mind.

6. Best quote: “Writers are socially acceptable schizophrenics.” I and I and I are down with this observation!

Talk About a Writing Distraction!

Meet Luna (formerly known as Queenie), a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel/Pekinese. As if I don’t have enough writing distractions, right?

Luckily, Luna is mellow mellow mellow and happy to snooze near my desk while I’m working.

She may be a stuffed-animal-sized canine cyclops, but she still knows how to turn on her cute face.

 

 

 

 

 

Despite the name change, she’s a queenie at heart. She’s not too keen on the riff-raff in the dog park…

 

  

 

 

 

 

 But she enjoys her chauffeur-driven outings.

 

The dog formerly known as Queenie quickly usurped the cat’s bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And now, check out the cat’s scary stalking behavior — on Luna’s blind side, no less. He looks like a cross between Munch’s “The Scream” and some creepy entity out of a Pang brothers horror flick.

 

 

 

 

 

Unfortunately for Luna, true queenliness requires good hygiene.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her story:

She was found at the beginning of May, a stray with her eye hanging by its optic cord. A Good Samaritan paid for emergency care but didn’t keep her. Luna ended up in animal control, where her eye became hugely infected. She was about to be euthanized when a rescue organization called OFOSA (Oregon Friends of Shelter Animals) re-rescued her and ensured proper vet care. Now, she bumps into things every now and then, but gets along just fine. Thank you, OFOSA!

And her new name? In true geek fashion, I browsed my reference books. Apparently, in western symbolism, the left eye is passive and lunar (versus active and solar for the right). Plus, she sports a nice little moon-face.

Friday ‘Fess Up + Four = Friday Five #3

(What is this? A combination of two Friday memes: the literate kitten’s invitation to ‘fess up to our crimes and misdemeanors against our writing efforts and a “friday five,” in which we list five random things about our week…)

1. ‘Fessing up: I wrote 20 pages this week, and I finally feel like I broke through the “The End” barrier. I decided that even though I’m unsure about the series of scenes that are in my head, I’ve simply got to write them anyhow.

Like yesterday, I got going earlier than usual, and, once again, my groggy state proved beneficial to the writing. Just now (~10:45 a.m.) completed five pages in a little over two hours. No complaints here! As Sandi mentioned in a comment yesterday: They (the pages, that is) don’t have to be good, there only have to be five of them.

In general, I need to work on getting up and running on Mondays. I seem to start out the week slow and then push hard to get many pages written toward the end of the week.

2. Here’s a cool writerly-bookish website that received a mention on novelist Patricia Wood’s blog. It’s called “Book Roast.”

3. I don’t know what to write! This is strange — and truly random, so I guess my blank brain still fits with the Friday theme. I apparently haven’t had enough deep thoughts this week. Or, could be that because I blogged more than usual, I don’t have any interesting thoughts left…hmm…Or, it could be that I’m still in the fiction-dream as I write this…(Most likely, I need a nap.)

Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Picture

4. Nope, nothing, I’ve got nothing, except that I’m still thinking about adopting a shelter mutt. This weekend I hope to meet a one-eyed Cavalier King Charles Spaniel mix named Queenie. Poor thing was a stray with a severe eye injury.

5. Photo of the week: Oregon barn, site of rockin’ annual “barnfest” parties.

Five New Pages in Less Than Two Hours: A Miracle

It’s not yet 10:00 a.m., and I’m off to the park!

I’m officially done with my writing for the day. Five whole pages in less than two hours. It was a most momentous flow; it felt great, especially after yesterday, which was a dismal writing day. I was constipated about the current scene, agitated about the manuscript that’s with my agent (chronic state), and broody as a hen that ends up pecking its offspring’s eggshell.

(I did manage to EXPRESS MYSELF (see post just before this one) to three people, one of them in an actual face-to-face conversation! Wait, I suppose I communicated with four people, if I include my agent, and she’s nice and responsive, so she counts, too.)

Here’s why the words flowed so well, and my productivity has nothing to do with inspiration or creative excellence or diligent prep-work.

No.

It’s this: I stumbled out of bed earlier than usual, which means I was basically still asleep while I wrote.

Still asleep. That’s the secret for me. Get up too early, groggy and sleep-deprived, and lay down the pages before my inner-critic and my distraction maven wake up. I ought to try that more often!

Why I’m a Writer – ??

Excerpts from three recent conversations, and my, aren’t they revealing:

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Mom, gazing at me with something like amazement: You write so much on your blog.

Me: Oh, am I overwriting?

Mom: Nothing like that; it’s just that you always have so much to say. (Subtext: Yet nothing to say for yourself otherwise, especially when I call you.)

* * *

Friend R-, who knows me all too well: So, how are you, anyhow?

Me: Yesterday, I wasn’t doing so well — oh wait, I wrote about that on my blog — never mind; you can read about it there.

Friend R-: Gives me all kinds of good-natured s**t, ending with something along the lines of:
…and now you’re going to process and talk to yourself through your blog instead of engage in actual conversations with people?

* * *

Writer-friend after a few drinks: Why aren’t you married, anyhow? You’re pretty…

Me, wondering what “pretty” has to do with it: Uhm, because I have trouble relating?

Writer-friend: THAT’s why you write.

* * *

All this reminds me of my actress-friend from the play last week. She got hammered afterwards, and I drove her home to her peeved husband. She said to me, “You get to go home, pet your cat, and dive into bed with a novel. I have to go home and EXPRESS MYSELF.”

This from an actress, an extroverted person. Imagine me, laughing my arse off yet secretly relieved that I didn’t have to express myself verbally or relate to real people anymore for that evening.

Starting my Writing Week…

It’s that Monday push against writing inertia. Funny how I resist; every week it’s the same. Today, it’s a tad rougher than usual because I’ve first gotta brainstorm the next five or six scenes, get them straight in my head. Should have done that over the weekend so that I was ready to go this morning, but…ah well.

Portland’s raininess is a blessing in disguise when it comes to the writing (not to mention my skin; my born-and-raised native friends have the most youthful, wonderful skin). However, today: sun!!! It’s lovely out there…Conflict, conflict, what’s a girl to do? I need my vitamin D!

P.S. Over the weekend, I almost bought a dog…yep…which is why I didn’t settle down to any writing tasks. Also, I must mention a crazy movie I watched during movie night with the girly friends: “Fido.” We thought of a tag-line: A campy yet touching social satire about domesticated zombies. It’s basically a boy-and-his-dog (speaking of dogs) film set in the 1950s. Thanks to Mysterious Mr. M for the recommendation!

Okay, no more procrastinating!

Friday ‘Fess Up + Four = Friday Five #2

(What is this? A combination of two Friday memes: the literate kitten’s invitation to ‘fess up to our crimes and misdemeanors against our writing efforts and a “friday five,” in which we list five random things about our week…)

 

1. ‘Fessing up: I had an excellent writing day, and now I deserve to play in the long-awaited warmth and sunshine.

Yesterday I wrote six pages; today also. But yesterday was only a good writing day relative to today’s excellent writing day. What makes the difference? Flow. Just flow. Today the words fell out relatively easily (it’s only a little after noon!), whereas yesteday I spent a semi-tortured day at my desk. I didn’t complete my pages until 3:30 p.m. 

Today was fun for the writing because I have a character, Malcolm, who is such a wad. I love writing his scenes. I managed 21 new pages this week.

2. Follow-up on yesterday’s mood: An excellent writing day always helps, doesn’t it? Plus, getting out of the house with friends last night. Plus, the kind comments I received. Plus, a new day. I can still hear the low-grade muttering as I write this — no doubting that — but the sun is also shining.

Besides laying down sentences, I’m still wondering what else I can do to help myself, something concrete that will give me a sense that I’m moving forward…

3. About forgetfulness: This week I was in a pretty good fictional space, and as a result I kept forgetting to buy a new stick of deoderant. No, I’m not stinky; what I am, is a woman hand-rubbing deoderant crumbs against her skin. Never fails, I realize I’ve reached the end of my deoderant when the last bit falls out of the tube and breaks into pieces on the counter. Usually, I’m quicker to buy a new stick, however.

4. Something that maddened me: Overheard at a cafe, a women mourning the fact that her parents, who worked long and hard to retire early, were forced back to work (in their early 60s!) because they could no longer afford their health insurance premiums. ‘Nuff said.

5. Photo of the week: I suppose I am doing something concrete besides the writing itself. That’s my bulletin board and that’s my repository for all self-promotion, publicity, and marketing ideas I come across. Ready for when the time comes (there she is, my inner cheerleader)!

Speaking of self-promotion, DeAnna Cameron’s latest how-did-you-find-your-audience interview mentioned something especially interesting. Dora Levy Mossanen, the interviewee, started connecting with booksellers and freelance publicity folks before her first novel sold. My inquiring mind wants to know: How do you approach booksellers under those circumstances? I’m thinking she might have some natural networking skills…

Being my Own Best Cheerleader is Tiring Business

Rooting for myself gets tiring after awhile, you know what I mean? Thinking positive, buoying myself up, disciplining my thoughts (or trying). I read others’ blogs and am happy for their new publishing contracts, only to have that feeling become tinged with a little…envy? melancholy? self-pity? Something annoying, let’s put it that way.

I don’t know what I’m going to do if my agent comes back to me all tapped out of editors. She’s been shopping my manuscript around for awhile and has received many positive rejections (so oxymoronic, but there you go)…What will I do?

I know what I’ll do: I’ll grieve, hope that my agent will want to represent my next novel, and return to the tiring task of being my own best cheerleader once again.

It’s frustrating to have finally figured out what I’m supposed to be doing in this life of mine, yet unable to wholeheartedly DO IT. Sometimes it feels arbitrary, who lands contracts, who doesn’t. Sometimes I feel like there’s something more I should be doing, only I can’t quite figure out what, except to keep setting down sentences, one after another.

That said, I wrote six pages today, a good writing day, and a gang of us are going to see a friend’s play tonight. I’m sure I’ll drink a glass (or two?) of red wine afterwards.

Anyone got any bright ideas on what else I can do to help my cause (besides going into therapy)?

What Literary Novelist David Guterson Had to Say

On Monday night I was eager to hear what David Guterson had to say because I’d gladly include his first novel, Snow Falling on Cedars, on my Top 100 All-Time Favorites list — if I had such a list.

I found myself noting what NOT to do while on my imagined book tour.

Amiable and better looking than his author photos suggest, Guterson launched into a bit of a rant that had me puzzled: What was all this about his luxurious hotel room, the absurd bounty that comes with being born an American, and our “world system predicated on the exploitation of….” I found myself reading the jacket copy of his latest novel, The Other. Others were looking a little dazed.

I didn’t disagree with his politics, but I was there to listen to a writer talk about his craft, his latest novel, his inspirations.

Lesson #1: Don’t get too political out of the chute, and keep politics to a minimum in any case.

It was only after he’d gone on for a bit that he mentioned that he’d actually been describing the worldview of one of his main characters. Character development: now that interested me.

Lesson #2: Mention the connection to the novel before diving into deep topics; keep deep topics on point with novel.

After the reading, he was asked how he “overcame” the phenomonal success of Snow Falling on Cedars. Guterson began his answer with, “All human beings are always changing….” and rambled for awhile.

Lesson #3: Answer questions directly. Keep high-level mumbo-jumbo to a minimum.

Lest I sound too negative, let me hereby admit that I enjoyed glancing at Guterson’s pretty face while noting down these cool tidbits:  

  • On using significant others as readers: He noted that in the early days, his wife read too much into the writing — as a negative indicator of their marriage, for example — and that her sensitivity caused him anxious moments while writing.
  • On this, his most autobiographical novel: The idealistic character mentioned above represents one aspect of Guterson, which conflicts with the part of him that enjoys luxurious hotel rooms. The novel is a fictional exploration of this “schism.”
  • On his bad reviews: He has plenty of positive reviews, but also bad ones. How refreshing to hear a novelist cop to bad reviews — he didn’t seem to care too much either. Still, that’s gotta be hard. A thick skin is always good.
  • On his ideas: His novel ideas often stem from things that cause him the most pain. (Jodi Picoult said much the same thing at her reading.)

 

And get this: He first got published by sending a set of 10 stories to three publishers (no agent!) with a letter that said something like, Dear editor, here are my stories if you want to publish them. Don’t we wish it was still that easy?

 

Monday Morning | Anyone Else Procrastinating Out There?

Yep, yep, yep…And I’m looking forward to writing the next scene, too!

ARGH.

However, I procrastinated myself into a stopping point, and I’d like to thank novelist Kathleen Bolton for the most apt blog post. She quotes a passage from The War of Art by Steven Pressfield (which I might have to buy now) that’s right on the money.

So, now that I’ve got my head screwed on straight, I shall dive into Chapter 41!