BEST WRITING TIP:
Finish writing the book. It sounds simple, but it’s not.
There are so many things that can trip you up. And only by writing can you put
to use all the craft things you’ve learned and find your writing voice.
The other thing that sort of goes along with that is that
you shouldn’t be afraid of being unique. Yes, there are many conformities that
you must adhere to, but having a unique story to tell and a voice that
captivates will get you noticed and on your way to success.
SWEET DREAMS BOOK BLURB:
Dusty Fairchild and Paisley
Finch are close-knit cousins but opposite in every way. Blonde and top in her
class, Dusty has lived a sheltered life, raised on a Texas ranch by her
widowed, oilman father. She’s never lacked for material possessions but yearns
for a life of adventure and studying geology in college. Instead, her daddy
sends her to finishing school in East Texas.
Paisley, has grown up traveling
the country with her bohemian mother, and is wise to the ways of the world.
Dark haired and clever, she’s grateful to her uncle for letting her join Paisley
at Miss Fontaine’s. She’s weary of the “grasshopper” lifestyle of her mother
and ready to live a settled life.
At Miss Fontaine's, their
loyalty to each other binds them, but when they fall in love with the same
handsome young man, their relationship teeters on shaky ground. Only after a
tragic accident do they learn where their true hearts-and dreams-lie.
SWEET DREAMS EXCERPT:
Prologue
Two Forks, Texas ~ 1947
She found the stones the day they
buried her mama. Three of them catching the sunlight, twinkling beyond the
grave site. Her daddy clamped her small hand in his beefy, calloused one while
she busied herself with sniffing the air, the smell of fresh earth tickling and
sweet, mixed with the heavy perfume of roses. She itched to break free, to muster
her way through the skirts that swished this way and that, to run past the
stiff black britches of the men who stood like wooden soldiers at the ends of
the box they said held her mama.
She craned her neck, keeping watch on the shiny stones. They
winked back from their nesting place along the fence row.
When her daddy’s hand went slack, she dashed for it and dropped
to her knees on the grass, the scent of sage sharp from the field next to the
graveyard. With plump fingers, she reached shyly and touched the stones. They
were warm like the summer sun, one of them full of sparkle with rough edges
that bit into her fingers, another smooth, the size and shape of a pecan, black
on the top and bottom with a ribbon of white through the middle. And the last one,
dull brown and rough to her fingertips but flecked with a million black dots.
When curled in her palm, it had a perfect indentation to rest her thumb.
“Whatcha got?”
She jerked her head around, then smiled. Her cousin, Paisley,
stood with her hands planted firmly on her narrow waist, the taffeta of her
dress noisy.
“Nothing.” The spiny stone, the prettiest one, bit into the
palm of her balled fist.
“Yes, you do. Show me.”
One by one, she uncurled her fingers. “Here, you can have
it.”
“Really? Oh, look, it’s covered with diamonds.”
They plopped their bottoms on the grass and had just gotten
settled when a shadow crept over them. Aunt Edith reached down and snatched
Paisley up by the arm. “Come on. You’re getting your dress dirty. It’s time to
go. Tell Dusty goodbye now.”
When Paisley offered the stone in her open hand, Dusty shook
her head. “You can have it and bring it tomorrow when we play.”
Aunt Edith had already started toward the iron gate, pulling
Paisley with her. Just one quick wave, and they were gone.
Paisley didn’t come over the next day. Or the day after. Dusty’s
daddy said it was good riddance, and the way he spit the words out, she knew
Paisley was gone for good. She squeezed her eyes to shut out the tears. Daddy
didn’t like crying. No tears for her mama. None for her cousin. All she had
left was two stones—one with a skunk stripe, the other dull brown. She carried
them everywhere in her pocket, the lumps as familiar as the dimple in her chin
and the blue of her eyes when she stood on the bathroom sink and looked in the
mirror.
She knew as sure as her name was Dusty Agnes Fairchild that
the earth that swallowed her mama had given the stones in exchange. There was
no other explanation. Later, when she told her daddy about them, he said she
was mistaken about when she got them, that no three-year-old child could
remember such a thing. He said there were a dozen places on the ranch she
could’ve picked them up, and that her imagination would get her in a heap of
trouble.
She left him to his opinions and didn’t mention that she also
knew someday Paisley would return. She didn’t know how or when, but the feeling
never left her, like a tiny suitcase packed by the door, waiting for the day
when the door would burst open and life would return to normal.
Thanks so much for having me at WRITER’S ALLEY! May this be
the summer you pursue your dreams with fervor!
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Thanks so much, Carla. Let us know what has been your biggest barrier to finishing the book or leave a comment or question for Carla along with your email address:
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Thank you Carla, for the simple yet so important writing advice. Finish things you start is something my parents stressed growing up.
ReplyDelete"Finish the book." Exactly...it sounds so simple, but feels soooo hard sometimes. Probably my biggest barrier is fighting the constant urge to go back and revise earlier chapters over and over and over... :)
ReplyDeleteCarla, Thanks so much for being on the Alley today!
ReplyDeleteCarla, "Finish the book." Some of the best advice I've received. It's good to hear it re-iterated by you. Your book sounds very good!
ReplyDeleteWise parents you had, Jill! Mine were the same way, and it's something we've tried to instill in our own kids. With every book, there's been a point when I've wanted to throw it away and start over (or join a convent!) I'm glad I didn't!
ReplyDeleteHi Melissa - YES, I'm like that, too. In the beginning, I think it's all right to work on the first few chapters until they shine, but at some point, it really is beneficial to write through to the end. When you come to a plot change, make a note in red and continue with the new plot element. When it's finished, you can go back and make the necessary changes. It has taken me FIVE books to learn this. You can do it!!!!
ReplyDeleteHi Carla,
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to say how much I enjoyed that little snippet of your book. Lovely writing.
Cheers,
Sue
Julia - thanks for inviting me to the Alley! What a great place to hang out. I'll be in and out today - learning from you all, too!
ReplyDeleteJeanne - welcome! And yep, I'm pretty sure "finish what you started" will stand the test of time. So why does it seem like writing to THE END of a book is so hard? Thanks for your kind words about Sweet Dreams. Hope that you get a chance to read it!
Thanks, Sue! What a nice thing to say! Blessings! ~C
ReplyDeleteJill, Finishing is such a good feeling, isn't it.
ReplyDeleteSue, Carla does have a lovely writing style, doesn't she?
Seriously great :) I think my biggest barrier while writing is having this feeling that it will never be what I dream for it to be. Now that I'm editing, I'm finding it even harder to believe I have it in me...I seem to be unable to see any skill in my writing...hoping it's something everyone deals with!! ;)
ReplyDeleteHope, I understand exactly what you're saying! We have such hopes that our stories will be beautiful and resonate. I'm not sure why writers suffer from such paralyzingly fear, but you're not alone! Write the best story you can and put it out there. Thank goodness for critique partners and editors who can help. Hang in there! Wishing you much joy and success.
DeleteThanks for the great advice, Carla. My biggest barrier to finishing seems to be finding a way to end the story in a satisfying way--not a cliché but not unrealistic, ether. Thanks for the giveaway, too!
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Lynda, oh goodness - can I ever relate. My editor just nixed the cliched ending on the book I'm working on. Boy am I glad! It took some work but the one I came up with is stronger. One thing I like to do is have something in the end that reflects the beginning. In Sweet Dreams, Ch 1 and the last chapter are both at a party, but at the end, the characters have changed, and I hope readers are satisfied with the journey I have taken them on. Keep working, and I'm sure your ending will be stellar!!
ReplyDeleteGreat advice in the comments, Carla!
ReplyDeleteHi Carla -
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like another great read!
My greatest barrier to finish writing a book is time and a reluctance to leave my characters.
susanjreinhardt AT gmail DOT com
Blessings,
Susan
Susan, I always grieve when I send my characters off to the safe hands of my editor. Sometimes I wonder if they miss me :-)
ReplyDeleteDeadlines work wonders for pushing through to "the end" - either self imposed or the kind that come with contracts.
Keep writing, Susan! You've got one book out there - your fans are waiting for the next one!
Thank you, Julia - I've so enjoyed being her on the Alley with you all! Thanks for having me!!
ReplyDeleteThe biggest barrier between me and finishing my book is major plot changes. I'll get halfway done with one version and then a flaw in logic or just a more fluid plot twist will worm it's way into my head. I can't be satisfied with anything I write along the old plot lines after that.
ReplyDeleteBeth - I've had that happen, too. It's tempting to go back and change what you've written to go w/ new plot line, but you can also make a note in red for what the plot change is and then move forward with the new direction. I recently did this, and it wasn't all that hard to go back to the beginning and make the changes once the book was finished. I'm still learning to do this right along with you all, but I'm a believer in pushing through to THE END. I talk to myself in "red" ink throughout the mss so when I go back I know what I was thinking at certain points.
ReplyDeleteJoy and success to you in your writing, Beth!