Submitting Your Manuscript To An Agent Takes Courage

There is nothing more terrifying than the moment after you click the SUBMIT BUTTON, when sending off your baby, your manuscript, to a literary agent. That’s when all the tormenting questions in your head begin.

Did I edit enough? Did I polish it until it shined? Did I cut the right parts? Will she like my style? Is my story intriguing enough? Am I good enough?

The thing about submitting is you never know the answer to these questions but if you don’t take a chance, if you don’t jump off into the deep end of the pool, you will never swim, darling.

To paraphrase something a literary agent said to a sea of anxious writers at the San Francisco Writers Conference, they are looking for writers to work with. They need stories to sell, so agents need writers as much as writers need agents. Sometimes even more, because today in the world of publishing, an author can self publish without using an agent at all. So that being said, if you seek the road to traditional publishing, just keeping that in mind and it helps tremendously.

Still you cannot just pick an agent out of a hat and hope for the best. It’s crucial to take your time to find an agent that is interested in your genre. Three words; DO YOUR RESEARCH. Even if the agent has in their bio that they work with the genre your manuscript falls under, you still need to find out if they are currently taking submissions or if they are flooded in that particular category at the time you will be submitting.

I tell you, the number one thing that has helped me throughout my writing process, and my journey to traditional publishing, is going to conferences. In the last three years, I’ve gone to three conferences, (twice to the San Francisco Writers Conference, and once to the Redwood Writers Conference). That is where you will meet folks from all avenues of the writing world, and from all over the world. Collaborating with these people will help you to hone your skills and most importantly, help you decide what you plan to do with your writing.

Another great way to improve your writing, and to glean wonderful ideas, is to join a writing group. Listening to others and asking advice, sharing stories and using prompts to dig deeper into yourself, have all been very beneficial to me. Besides, you will never feel more camaraderie than when surrounded by other writers. It’s like a safety net for your vulnerable emotions before you attempt to share with the public. Baby steps to taking that leap of faith, (like into the deep end).

I am currently waiting to hear back from one particular agent, but will be submitting to another this weekend. I hope to get my manuscript out to ten agents within the next few weeks, but I started with my best bet and hope first, because she has had the most interest in it. She is also the one that has given me advice and I’ve built up a relationship with her that makes me feel comfortable enough to think, hey I like this gal and can see myself working with her. Personalities mean a lot if you plan to be working intimately with someone on a project as personal as your book!

For information about my book, AFTER THE FIRE, click the link here, and find out what started this whole journey. I’ve been blogging about it since I started my book in November 2015, right after the Valley Fire, in Lake County, California. Consequently, when I started writing, our horrific experience was one of the worst California had ever seen. Sadly, since then, there have been fires that were worse in terms of property and life lost. My heart goes out to all of those who have suffered from these terrible tragedies. 

Thanks for reading and I will keep you all posted on my progress.

Wishing you all well.

*Photos by Patti Diener

Read More of After The Fire

Here is the final first 15 pages of my book. I say final, but who knows what happens if a traditional publishing house buys it. Will they ask me to change it? I really hope not because I’ve given blood, sweat, and tears to bring my book to where it is. Truth is, you never know what you will have to fight for contractually when it comes to your work. I wrote it, had a friend read it, changed and edited it, sent it to a professional editor, had to add a point of view and major edits, then final edits from the second run through with my editor. NOW… I am nearly ready to submit to agents but still am editing the final pages. You can read the beginning though. Please comment on the blog at the end, and let me know how you like it thus far. I need the feedback. Remember, I’m submitting it to 10 agents by the first of November.

Happy Reading My Friends.

After The Fire

Chapter One

Arrival

           “Where do you go, when there is nowhere to go?”

            Gabriel read the words from the crisp pages of his complimentary newspaper left outside his hotel room door. That was all he read before tossing it onto the unmade bed and rushing to work that morning. Returning now to the quiet room, he surveyed the mess he’d left, and considered the paper once more, the headlines still talking of the tragic fire from a few months ago. A heavy sigh, he squinted his eyes, folded it in half, then tossed it unread onto the cheap hotel desk. Too much to think about.

      Gabriel was in a foul mood. The excavating company he worked for brought him to this rural community in northern California, to clean up after the Valley Fire swept through and destroyed over one thousand homes. It wasn’t the work that was upsetting. It was the fact that it was the holidays, and that particular time of year always tore at his heart. He thought being in a strange place would distract him. The truth was it made him feel more alone than ever.

The company was putting them up in the only large hotel chain in the area. The Best Western was the tallest building in the small town of Clearlake, reaching four stories high. Being the foreman, he didn’t have to share a room with other guys. He was alone and able to sulk all he wanted.

Three years earlier, it had been raining that Christmas Eve, and it was all over before Gabe even knew what hit them. The papers said the multi-car pileup on the freeway was caused by poor weather conditions, limited visibility, and high speeds. Gabe suffered his share of injuries, a fractured  arm, clavicle, ribs, and punctured lung, but Shelly’s side of the car was what took most of the hit. The doctors said she died instantly.

Once the casts were off, Gabe went to work. It was the only reason he had to get out of bed.

Coming to Lake County, to help rebuild the lives of so many that lost everything in the Valley Fire, he thought would lift his spirits. Being lonely around the holidays was just something he couldn’t shake. This particular Friday the thought of driving hours back to his apartment just didn’t sound like it would help so he stayed at the hotel while the rest of the guys went home. Maybe if he had a dog or something, he would have a reason to go, but alone here or there was still alone.

After showering and shaving, Gabe decided to head downstairs to grab a burger and a few beers. Maybe watch some football on the TV, if it was on. To his surprise, the small town bar was slammed and lively. There were loads of people shooting pool, watching the game, and talking loudly over the jukebox.

There was one lone seat at the far left of the bar, furthest away from the television, but closest to the kitchen entry. He could smell the aroma of cooking onions, and sizzling beef. Suddenly he was famished.

“What’s your pleasure my man?” The gentleman taking Gabe’s order had deep dimples that accompanied a kind smile.

“Oh, a Coors Light please, and can I order food?”

“Of course. Do you need a menu or can I make a suggestion?” the bartender asked.

“Um…well, sure. What do you recommend?”

“Well, the chicken fried steak is always good, but my personal Friday Night fav is a thick, juicy burger with sautéed onions. We have shoestring fries that go great with it too.”

Gabriel thought the guy read his mind and quickly agreed to the burger and fries. The cheery bartender winked at him and said he’d place the order right away. The long-neck bottle of Coors Light was placed in front of Gabe as the bartender disappeared into the kitchen.

The Stanford game was on the TV but the sound of Bruno Mars was blaring out from the jukebox. Gabe swiveled his barstool around to survey the room while taking a long swig off his beer. The group was mostly his age or younger.

At thirty-three, Gabe was an old soul. He never was a big partier and preferred more intimate gatherings. But somehow, being swallowed up in a crowd right now was comforting. It was easier than being back in the city, with Shelly’s and his friends feeling sorry for him. Nobody knew him here, or his story, and that’s the way he liked it.

The woman bartender appeared in front of Gabe, placing his plated burger in front of him along with a bottle of ketchup. She gave him a brief smile and quickly walked away to grab a chilled wine glass and a bottle of chardonnay to pour for another customer.

Just as the dimpled bartender promised, the burger was exactly what Gabe needed. The crisp, salty fries were cooked to perfection and he washed it all down with the beer. Before he could even ask for another, the guy just appeared in front of Gabe with a knowing look.

“Ready for another cold one?” The bartender leaned over to grab Gabe’s empty bottle.

“Yeah, you have great timing,” Gabe said.

As the bartender reached into a refrigerator under the counter, Gabe took a better look at him. The guy seemed a little older than he was with slightly weathered good looks. His light brown hair was a little long, and they were about the same height. His deep-set, dark eyes smiled just like his dimples. Although he was tanned, somehow, Gabe knew it wasn’t from being on the lake a lot. This guy seemed more like the outdoorsy, working kind of guy, like himself. That and his hands looked rough like his own. This guy didn’t spend all his time inside bartending that was for sure.

“So, what do you do?” Gabe asked as he took a swig of beer.

“Well right now, I’m your friendly neighborhood bartender. But I dabble in many fields. How about you?” the bartender asked.

“I’m here with the contractors for the fire clean up. I’m staying at the hotel.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t head out this evening like the others then. Don’t feel like going home for the weekend?” he asked.

“Let’s just say, I can be just as occupied here as there.” Gabe replied, having another pull on his bottle.

“Well, it’s a pleasure having you here. I know there are a lot of folks really grateful for any help speeding up the recovery process. That fire really kicked this community’s ass. Folks need hope, ya know?” The bartender got distracted by something and Gabriel turned on his barstool to see what was going on.

Three women were heading into the bar. The first was a lovely blonde with typically over-highlighted hair, jeans and heels. The next was a brunette in a long-sleeved dress and high-heeled boots. Finally, somewhat behind and entering more slowly, was a thin, honey haired girl with her head down. She wore simple jeans, tennis shoes, and a flannel shirt with a tank-top under it. When she looked up in the direction of her friends, her light green eyes were piercing, and something caught in Gabe’s chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“You, uh…Ok there my friend?” the bartender was asking.

Gabriel realized he hadn’t heard a word the guy had said. His focus was on the green-eyed girl.

“Sorry, man. No, I’m just fine, thanks,” Gabe smiled somewhat embarrassed.

“It’s understandable. I’m guilty of the same distractions,” the bartender said while staring in the girl’s direction himself. A dark shadow fell over the face of his otherwise cheerful bartender. “If you will excuse me, I need to grab some stuff, but I will be back,” and he disappeared down the hallway.

When Gabe returned his attention back to the girls, he saw a waitress over taking their orders. He didn’t want to seem too obvious with his intrigue, so he turned his barstool sideways to watch the TV screen and pretend to be interested in the game.

Gabe hadn’t dated or even thought of dating anyone since Shelly. He just didn’t have the heart to let go of the past yet, despite all their friends trying to set him up. He insisted it was too soon and he wasn’t ready to even think about it.

He snuck another glance in her direction. She looked like he felt, when HE was with his friends. Distracted, and uncomfortable, but trying to go along with the facade of the evening, she sipped her wine and looked around the room.

Suddenly, the girl locked eyes with Gabe and he felt a rush of heat flush his chest and face. She’d caught him looking. Gabe tried to slowly, casually turn his barstool back towards the TV.

“Be careful with that one,” the bartender said pulling Gabriel from his fog.

“What are you talking about?” Gabe pretended. He wasn’t ready to admit to himself that he felt interested in a woman, much less admit it to anyone else.

“She’s fragile. Don’t give it another thought unless you can respect that about her.”

Gabriel looked into the bartender’s eyes. He was dead serious.

“Not that I’m interested, but I take it you know her.”

“Everyone does,” he said. “She’s as local as it gets. But she’s had her fair share of hard knocks so, that’s why the warning.”

“Broken heart or…” Gabe’s question was left hanging in the air as the bartender stared at her pondering a response.

“More like shattered. She’s not recovered. Oh, she puts on a brave face, but… Anyway, it will take a very special guy for her to ever trust again,” and the bartender turned and started washing dishes.

Gabe drank more of his beer and turned his stool back to look towards the girl’s table. The green-eyed girl was shyly glancing towards Gabe periodically but then turned her chair to face her friends more directly. Gabe got the hint.

“Must have been some stupid guy to hurt a girl like that,” Gabe said in the bartender’s direction. “I have never been the player some guys are. I know something real when I have it. And anyway, who’s got the time for that?” and he finished off the last of his fries.

The friendly bartender turned and gave a small smile to Gabe, as he took the empty plate away and wiped the counter. “It’s too bad not more people had the same outlook as you. Truth is my friend, that most folks are always looking for the next best thing. Nobody is ever quite satisfied with what they have. Especially if things get rough, that’s when the weak give up.”

“So that’s what happened? Some guy left her in hard times?” Gabe asked.

The face of the bartender seemed pained at the question and soon Gabriel was sorry he asked. It was beginning to look like there was more to this story than the bartender had first let on and Gabe immediately felt like he should retract any further questioning.

“Hey, I don’t mean to pry, you don’t need to answer that. It’s really none of my business,” Gabe offered.

The bartender gave a forced laugh, “No, no. It’s quite alright. We all move on and so will she, but everyone here kind of watches out for her. Just so you know,” and he winked at Gabe then walked back into the kitchen with the plate.

He knew he shouldn’t be, but Gabe was now more intrigued than ever about this green-eyed beauty. It seemed so unfair that something as gentle as she could have gone through such trauma. And even though he was always missing Shelly, Gabriel had a yearning to get to know this girl. Approaching her in a bar was NOT the thing to do though, and Gabe knew it. She’d only think he was some slime ball trying to get her into bed. Some, out-of-towner looking for a one night stand. That couldn’t be further from the truth, so he dismissed the idea entirely.

Defeated, he decided to ask for the bill.

“Hey man, I think I’m ready to settle up,” Gabe said.

“Sure thing,” he said and pulled the bill from his apron. “I suppose we will be running into each other periodically since you are here for awhile.”

“Yeah, I suppose so. I’m Gabe, by the way,” and he extended his hand to the bartender.

Wiping his hand off on his apron, he reached to shake Gabe’s hand, “Max, and it’s great you guys are here to clean up so folks can rebuild.”

As he stood to go, Gabe leaned in to ask one last question of Max, even though he wasn’t sure what he’d do with the information.

“Hey, Max? I don’t know why I’m asking, but…what’s her name?”

Max eyes sparkled as he smiled at Gabe, letting him know it was ok he asked.

“Sarah. Her name is Sarah,” and he winked, then disappeared back into the kitchen.

 

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            Sarah McKinney put on a brave face during the day, but each night, with the setting of the sun, her heart sunk with it. Her body was on constant autopilot, going through the motions of life just to get by.

Then the Valley Fire struck, leaving her best friend Michelle, homeless along with so many others. Diving into opportunities to serve, Sarah found she was able to put her own issues aside for a bit. That’s the only reason she was here tonight. Michelle’s husband took the kids to a movie so she could have a girl’s night out.

“Wow! I almost forgot what going to a bar was like,” Michelle said.

“A few years back and this would have been normal for a Friday night,” Stacy said.

Sarah scanned the room, trying to remember what all the hype was when they partied years ago. Nearly thirty now, she felt much older.

“Holy Cow,” Stacy said quietly. “Would you get a load of that guy at the end of the bar?”

They all looked up at the man sitting at the far left of the bar nursing a beer and trying to act as if he wasn’t looking at them.

The dark hair, athletic build, and strong jaw line were very appealing, but when the others looked away giggling, Sarah looked back and his cerulean blue eyes nearly stopped her heart. He was definitely not a local.

Sarah is the only one that could act on this opportunity,” Michelle stated.

Sarah snapped her attention back to the girls. “What are you talking about?”

“You should go over and talk to him. My, my he’s a hunk of burnin’ love,” growled Stacy.

Her friends laughed but Sarah couldn’t imagine doing that.

“Geez, yes. Let us live vicariously through you Sarah. If it weren’t for Caleb I’d be jumping at or on that,” Michelle said drinking from her glass.

“No way. You guys are crazy,” Sarah said casually turning to get a second look at the G.I. Joe stud at the bar.

He was watching television but turned just in time to lock eyes with Sarah, leaving her stunned, momentarily paralyzed. His stare bore right into her like he could see and know every part of her. Suddenly, Sarah felt very vulnerable so she turned her chair to face her friends more squarely.

“This would be a great way for Sarah to get back in the saddle. And by saddle, I mean ride ‘em cowboy!” Stacy snorted a laugh.

Smacking both her friends on their shoulders and struggling to not laugh out loud and make a scene, Sarah protested.

“Oh, I totally agree,” Michelle chimed in. “God knows it would be one helluva release. Hmmm.”

“STOP IT. Are you guys insane? You know there’s no way in hell I’m gonna go talk to him. Oh my God. Quit.”

“Well you might miss your chance. Looks like he’s paying his bill,” Michelle said.

They all watched the muscular guy in tight blue jeans turn to leave and the three women followed him out with their eyes. But there was something in Sarah’s stomach and throat that fluttered. Something that pulled as she watched him open the glass door to the bar and walk out, that felt vaguely familiar. Sipping her wine she realized what it was. Yearning.

 

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Chapter Two

Coincidence

         The weekend flew by and all Gabe managed to do was drive around the county to survey the destruction of the Valley Fire. Since he’d decided to stay, he was curious to see what kind of damage wildfires did in California. Coming from Oklahoma, he’d seen how tornados could rip apart a house on one street, leaving the homes next to it completely untouched. It would seem that wildfire could do the same.

Monday morning the crew was all back and they were working with the Valley Fire Ops Chief and Cal Recycling for assignments. The debris at each site had to be surveyed before removing any of it. The Department of Toxic Substance Control and the Environmental Protection Agency were coordinating with everyone, as well as the Office of Emergency Services. It was by far the largest collaborative job Gabriel had ever worked on.

Once Gabe’s crew was given addresses for their assignments that week, they drove up the winding roads through the thickly forested hills. When they came upon the Valley Fire’s burn scar, everything opened up due to the lack of foliage. Enormous black sticks that used to be trees felt eerie, like a skeleton forest graveyard. The ashy landscape with its thick smell of soot seemed as foreign as being on the moon. It felt dead.

This was their third week working on clean up, and Gabriel still couldn’t get over what devastation he saw. They were told they’d be staying on the sites on Cobb Mountain for the remainder of their time in Lake County. They began in Middletown, a small country town at the base of Cobb Mountain, and that town was hit pretty hard. But seeing the rolling hills and valleys of Cobb left bare, save for the blackened stick trees, was far more unsettling. Everywhere was black or gray, everything was bare, and you could see there were few routes the residents would have had to get out.

Even though he didn’t experience the fire himself, Gabe could feel the ominous sorrow of the place. It was as if the land itself was mournful. Driving the roads now, he imagined the panic of hundreds of people, trying to flee on these narrow, two-lane roads, with smoke and fire baring down on them like a dragon from Hell.

Once they arrived on Evergreen Lane, there were no homes, only foundations, fireplaces, and paved driveways as far as he could see. Crudely painted signs posted at each site by Cal Recycle and other state partner teams provided the addresses they needed.

Gabe parked and got out to look around. The pungent smell of charred wood filled his nose. On a normal Monday morning this area would have been full of busy people headed to school or work, but now it was deathly quiet.

Double checking all of the home site’s information on his clipboard before they began, Gabe pointed to where the boys were to pull in the equipment, and they all suited up in Tyvek. Before long, they’d begun hauling off the remaining debris of 14650 Evergreen Lane.

Throughout the morning they never saw another civilian car come by. Only PG&E trucks, AT&T trucks, and even the Army Corp of Engineers, but just before lunch break, a minivan drove past and parked at the top of a long driveway, just a few sites away. His quick glimpse of the girls looked familiar. He heard the soft voices of women talking as they got out of the van.

“Hey Gabe. Where ya going, man?” Barry hollered. Barry was their water truck driver and the oldest guy working on the crew.

“Be right back. Just gonna check something out,” Gabriel waved him off and kept walking, carrying his large bottle of water.

As he approached, Gabe could hear the women talking.

“I’m not sure if you think I’m crazy for even trying, but I’m glad you agreed to come look with me one last time.”

He didn’t want to intrude and realized that it was a little too late for that. Both women looked up and stared right at him.

And there she was, the woman with the incredible green eyes. Suddenly, Gabriel found himself speechless and had to shake his head to find words to explain his being there.

“Um…Hello. I uh…We are working down the street and I heard voices and thought I’d come see…well if you needed anything.

The other woman stepped forward, elbowed Sarah and extended her hand. “I’m Michelle. This is…well, was my home. My friend, Sarah here, is being nice enough to help me try to find anything left of this place that’s even remotely salvageable.”

Gabe shook her hand and said, “I’m truly sorry for your loss. My boss’s company was subbed out to help in the cleanup process for the fire and we were assigned right down the street.”

He locked eyes with Sarah then and she slowly approached Gabe, putting her hands in her pockets as she walked over.

Gabe nodded to her, “Sarah, you said? Hello, I’m Gabriel Hart.”

“Yeah, I’m Sarah McKinney. Hello,” she offered back, very apprehensive but continued to keep eye contact with Gabe nonetheless.

“I know it has to be done,” Michelle started, “but I just know I’m going to lose it when they have to haul off this ash pile. My husband is at work and we must have been here half a dozen times together already. I just wanted to try one more time. Believe it or not, I’ve found my mother’s wedding ring. My friend, Charlotte, she lived a couple of blocks from here, she also found jewelry at her place. Strange huh?”

Michelle started pacing a little, wringing her hands as she looked around her gray and blackened property.

“I guess we are just lucky to be alive. I keep telling myself that whenever I get emotional. We almost didn’t make it out. I had just come home from the store and was unpacking groceries and didn’t want to answer the phone. I let it go to the machine but the damn thing kept ringing! I heard sirens but they were off in the distance and I didn’t pay it any mind. Caleb, that’s my husband, was out working in the garage. Our kids were at his brother’s house, thank God. By the time I had three phone calls in a row I decided I’d better answer it. It was my sister-in-law and she was rambling so fast I thought something had happened to one of the kids. She said for us to get out now! We had to leave. We had to go because fire was coming our way! I had no idea what she was talking about. My husband’s brother is a fireman and they’d heard about it over his radio. Well I slammed the phone down and ran outside. I smelled smoke but that was it. I thought…they must have been mistaken. It HAD to be far from us.”

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        Sarah wrapped an arm around her friend and rubbed her back. Michelle had lost so much. She couldn’t spare a moment to worry about what Gabriel might be thinking of all this, instead she stood close to her friend and let her talk. Tears were building in Michelle’s eyes, her hands shook, while a flush of pink crept up her neck to her face as she relived her story.

“I ran to tell Caleb and he came outside and looked too. He said we should pack some stuff and go, just in case. But what the hell do you take? I grabbed a photo album off the coffee table that had our vacation pictures from last year in it, a change of clothes for each of us…just a change. I mean, we were coming right back, right? I grabbed our dog, Sadie, and threw her into the car and got her kibble. I even fed the fish. Why, I don’t know. They didn’t have a chance. Thank God Caleb remembered to grab our flash drives.

“By the time we were loading stuff up a man was running up and down the street screaming for everyone to get out. GO NOW, he was shouting, and there was such thick smoke then, I was really getting scared. When we got to the bottom of the hill and had to decide which way to go, we panicked. What if we made the wrong choice and got stuck! The fire was baring down on us and cars were flying down but seeing was difficult and it was hard to tell which direction the fire was going. Caleb chose to go towards Lower Lake and it worked out for us, obviously. But yes, this is what we returned to after waiting for a week to come see if we had a house or not.”

Michelle wiped her tears and nervously laughed at herself. “I must seem like a crazy person to you. Here I am telling a perfect stranger my tragic little story.”

Simultaneously, Gabriel and Sarah said, “No, you are not.”

They three laughed, breaking the tension of the moment.

“Listen,” Gabe said reaching into his shirt pocket to pull out a few business cards, “I’m in town until our contract runs out. I really don’t know how long that will be because the powers that be have been unsure themselves. However, I would like to help. If you find you need extra hands over the weekend, I’m staying at the Best Western with some of the crew. They usually go home on the weekend but I’ve been staying so, if you find you could use a hand with…I don’t know, anything, just call.”

Sarah took his card and felt a tingle as their fingers touched. “The Best Western? We saw you there last Friday night at the bar, didn’t we?”

Again, Michelle’s elbow, and she was jumping in. “You know we did. He was the interesting guy at the end of the bar. Sarah noticed you and…”

Sarah reached up and gave Michelle a sharp squeeze on the back of her arm.

“Anyway, we just knew you were there,” Michelle finished.

Gabriel blushed, smiling at them with his incredible dimples and perfect teeth. He was too adorable, she thought. Dangerous.

“I won’t take up more of your time but I hope to hear from you. The guys are probably wondering what happened to me though. I should get back to work.”

Sarah just nodded but Michelle spoke up, “We certainly will call Gabriel. Have a great day and thanks for coming over.”

As he turned to leave, he gave Sarah one last flash of those amazing eyes and she watched him walk away. Oh Lord.

When she looked back at her friend, Michelle was grinning from ear to ear, mocking her knowingly.

“WHAT?” Sarah hissed quietly.

“Oh…you are in so much trouble my friend,” Michelle giggled. “It’s all over your face.”

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        That night at the hotel, Gabe sat in a chair near the fourth floor window of his room. Three years cloaked beneath the suffocating, dark shroud of loss, left Gabe unaware of the suffering of others. Being in this place, listening to Michelle’s story, he’d felt something for the first time in three years. It was strange to admit to himself but this was the most alive he’d felt since Shelly’s death. Gabe wanted to help these people. Somehow, sharing in their pain and wanting to do something to better their situation made him feel like he found something to live for.

And there was something else. It was the undeniable feeling he got in his chest when he thought of her. Emotions Gabe thought were dead forever inside of him, welled up more powerful than he could fathom. The soft sweetness of a girl, somewhat demure, had a hold on him in only two times that he’d ever seen her. He was either going to be saved by this woman or she’d surely be the end of him. But for the first time in a long time, Gabe felt like taking a chance. When he closed his eyes that night to sleep, the last thing he remembered was the touch of her hand, and the look in her eyes.

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OK FRIENDS… so there you have it. That’s the first 15 pages of my book. The final draft. I hope you are intrigued and want to read more. If so, then that’s exactly what I need and what the agents want to hear. If you truly feel compelled to read on, please leave a comment so when they come to my blog later, trying to decide whether or not to sign me, they will feel like this book is already selling, before it’s even published, and they will be more opt to work with me.

Thanks for your support.

The Hardest Part Is Over / My Traditional Publishing Journey Continues

I’m done on this side, turn me over. Even though I have a long haul in front of me, I feel extremely accomplished in that I set out to write a book and I actually finished one. Now comes the next hurdle. Getting it published.

First off, I have to say that I’ve learned so much about this industry. It keeps changing so fast that I have to constantly educate myself. It changes almost as often as Apple comes out with a new Iphone and that’s pretty much every six months right?

Here is the good news though, I am hooking up with really helpful people that are pointing me in all the right directions, (thus far). Other than all the wonderful people I’ve met in all my classes, and conferences I’ve attended, I mostly have to thank my editor Jen, for enlightening me on genre writing. She’s explained what publishing houses are looking for and how they will market a book. What it boils down to is you want to submit a book they can sell.

What’s next? I have a particular agent I am going to submit the manuscript to, but I cannot put all my eggs in one basket. I’d like to research about ten agents to submit to and once I have my query letter and a synopsis polished, I will send my baby out into the world and pray someone can get me a contract.

It’s not as easy as mailing off ten copies of your book and saying, “hey, wanna work with me?” You have to really research how the agent wants submissions. Some will just want the query and if they like it, then you can send off either the first ten pages, or some want the first chapter, or first three chapters. They are all different and if you sway from their requirements,… you can forget it.

My decision to try to get my book traditionally published is because even though it might take me longer this way, it will also give me a team of people helping me along. It’s so much nicer to have people to bounce ideas off of and ask questions to when it comes down to making important decisions. If I self-publish, then it’s all on me. Everything.

Still, those of you that have followed me from the beginning, back in 2015, are asking me when you can get your hands on a copy of my book. Well, I thank those of you for your patience. It’s really a process and life happens in between times. I’m just hoping my next book, (yes I’m already starting a new one), will go faster because I’ve learned what to do with this first one.

I’m very grateful to all of you for your support during my writing process. I’m also grateful to those that allowed me to interview you. I hope my romance novel will shine a positive light onto our community. I feel very blessed we have so many wonderful people here in Lake County. If my book actually sells, (positive thinking), then the rest of the world will know Lake County, California. I’d like to put us on the map in a good light of a place where you really can have a happily ever after. 

If It Were Easy Everyone Would Do It! Writing A Book And Getting It Published.

Summer has come and gone and with it, my deadline. Two years and nine months ago I started this project. I have to say, I’ve felt more anxiety about getting my book to a publisher now more than before. I think it’s mostly because I had all these intentions of sending it off to the agent before summer was over, yet life seems to get in the way.

My editor had my manuscript longer than she intended. Her life had stumbled upon some bad times. Completely understandable. However now, the weeks I had free to do the final edits slipped away and by the time she was done with it, I was already back to work at the public K-7 school where I’m the librarian. Now finding the time is exponentially more difficult.

So what have I learned? Writing a book and having it published in the traditional way means you are in the waiting game. I’d still have had to have it professionally edited even with self-publishing it. That’s a given because I will never put out a project that isn’t my very best. But I wouldn’t have the anxiety of  the connections I originally made in the publishing industry months ago might now be long forgotten. You know the saying strike while the iron is hot…well, I’m worried it’s cooled by now.

I can only hope that when I’m done with the final edits, that my book will get enough interest, that the memory of them wanting it won’t be necessary. I can’t even imagine the dozens of manuscripts they’ve read since I last spoke with any of them. UGH!

So I plug along and continue to make the final edits as my editor sends the pages back. At least it’s going much faster this time. With this edit it’s more word choice, grammar, and making cuts if necessary. Content and timelines were addressed in the other edit so that’s good. I gotta say, knowing what I know now, I will approach my next book with a better understanding, and hopefully not have to waste so much time learning the process.

That’s it for now folks, because AFTER THE FIRE, needs my attention instead of the book blog.

Thanks for continuing to follow my progress, and I look forward to being able to say…AND IT’S OFF…when I send it out to the agent with my fingers crossed.

Have a lovely week friends.

Top 3 Reasons To Edit Your Book Professionally

    Editing my book was a beast! Don’t think you can edit your own material and do it justice. When I hired professional help in editing my novel, AFTER THE FIRE, I soon realized I was too close to the project to objectively see it. Now that I am about to send it off to a literary agent, I am grateful I spent the money for someone to tell it to me straight. 

“I think you have something really special here,” is what my editor told me. This came after she said she made a lot of comments on my manuscript that I would need to go over. It’s hard to not take things personal when you are talking about your craft, your work for the last two and a half years, your baby! But if you want to produce the best possible novel, you really need a professional editor, and I’ll tell you why.

This is a complicated industry. There are rules that people don’t think about when they are creating a story to sell. You’d think it would be simple. Write a book, submit it to multiple agents, someone picks it up and sells it to a big publishing house, and you become famous and independently wealthy… WRONG!

There are many things to consider once the manuscript is complete, but the first one and most important before you do ANYTHING, is have it edited by someone who specializes in your genre. That’s right, not just any editor. Someone who knows the industry and how it works in the genre you plan to sell your book in. If you write science-fiction you wouldn’t want a romance editor to edit your book.

So this is REASON NUMBER 1: A professional editor that specializes in your genre will help guide you and mold your manuscript towards the best possible outcome for being picked up by an agent that also specializes in your genre. Professional editors know the market and the do’s and don’ts, or requirements, of the genre you write in. Listen, and heed their advice.

I thought I knew by reading so many books in my genre, which is romance, (or so I thought), exactly what my audience wanted. What I didn’t know is a romance novel has a required word count to be picked up by certain houses. Did you know that? I didn’t. But that’s why I paid someone who did know.

Also there are certain houses that will only take romance if it’s sweet, (no sex ), some that print books with sex only after marriage, and some that like steamy romance,( bring on the sex). It’s important to have someone help you navigate these waters. I’ve learned that. And each type of romance novel also has a different recommended word count. UGH!

REASON NUMBER 2: You need someone with fresh eyes to read your novel that understands plot holes and pacing. This is vital. Seriously, I thought my story was solid and it was pretty good, but not the best book I could write. When you are the writer, you see it inside your own head and put it to paper. Sometimes what you envisioned doesn’t make the mark. Sometimes you ramble, sometimes you miss timelines or over shoot them. A professional editor will catch these significant details and help you not only hone your craft, but tighten up your story so the reader is propelled forward.

Many people have asked me what it costs for an editor to do this. I can only answer from my personal experience with my own editor, and it’s costing me about three cents a word. Depending on the type of book you have and the word count, it might differ, but that seems to be the going rate for a novel.

The last reason is probably the most obvious but still critical as far as I’m concerned. REASON NUMBER 3: A professional editor will check for spelling, grammar, and punctuation. I try to be sure and get all that correct and even double check it so as not to embarrass myself, but I still miss things. I really hate it when I am reading a book and find errors that still went to print. I don’t want that to happen in my book.

Thank you for following my journey on getting AFTER THE FIRE published. If the same agent that wanted the entire manuscript back in February, is still interested in my book, then I’m one step closer to getting it picked up by a publishing house. Pray she likes it when she reads it. Then pray she can sell it!

I will continue to report on my progress. Until then, happy reading and many blessings to you all.

Lake County Fires / How Are We Doing?

 Smoke creates

a beautiful sunset. It also makes the moon glow red in the night, and Mars shine like a crimson space jewel. But there is nothing lovely about fires in California. I for one, am pretty much fed up with them. But it’s become the new norm.

What I’ve noticed for sure is our preparedness in Lake County has become quite perfected. From all emergency service departments, to volunteers, stores, and even everyday citizens, we all seem to know the drill now. We know how to get information, we utilize the Nixel alerts on our phones, we listen to local radio stations, and log into fire.ca.gov for the most up to date reports on conditions. Our social media accounts are always helping out with posts on shelters, where it’s safe to drive, or whether or not a friend has room for more at their home to take in evacuees. It’s a sad state of affairs when we’ve got the whole, how to evacuate with the most efficiency, down pat.

The Mendocino Complex is two fires that are being referenced as one. They are the River Fire and the Ranch Fire. The information line to call is (707)574-8261, but that information is also found on the fire.ca.gov website. At the time of this post, the River Fire has burned more than 41,000 acres and is at 50% contained. It’s destroyed 41 residents and 47 other structures, with still 9,200 being threatened.  The Ranch Fire has burned more than 112,000 acres and gives the same stats on residents and other structures burned, because it’s all under the totals for the Mendocino Complex. We are all praying no other homes are lost.

A few days ago, I was looking to find a family to help. This is what I do when I get anxious and feel helpless during these fires. I started to lose my mind, called my husband crying and yelling about how sick and tired I am that every freaking year our fire season has something devastating happen, and how it’s earlier in the season every year. My nerves were toast, so to speak. When I collected myself and apologized to my man for becoming momentarily hysterical, I decided to channel my emotions into being productive.

My wonderful hairdresser, and often psychotherapist, Angie, had said a friend that has a family of four had lost everything. They have two beautiful children and they were in need of help to start over. I started to focus on them. These wonderful people who certainly didn’t ever expect this to happen, needed help. I asked for their sizes and ages of the children and put that into motion for what I could do to make a difference.

It’s hard, at least for me when I’m scared, to get out of my head with the crazy hamster wheel that’s going and going, to see what’s right in front of me. When I’m stressed I have trouble focusing unless I have a specific task. I made this family a priority and got my focus back. Although I don’t know them, I hope these special people know how very sorry I am for their loss and I pray they find the strength and fortitude to push forward and know that an entire community is behind them.

For those of you

who are fed up and so over it, with these fires, I hear you. What I’m here to tell you is you are STILL not alone in this. We are a good community with fantastic people who are here to support you. Hang in there. We feel your pain.

One last word on the book. I’m still waiting to hear from my editor about her final notes. She is extremely busy, as we’ve all been, but she said the beginning of the month so, I’d imagine I will hear any day now. Don’t worry, I will post about it as soon as I hear.

Take care my friends. Stay safe, be alert, and don’t be a hero. Leave that stuff to the professionals. Even when the danger is over, stay prepared. We’ve all learned that fire season in California can last a long time.

Peace and love to you all.

After the Fire / A Return to Cobb & Boggs

 Mornings are quiet,

and as the sun was cresting over my yard I took a walk around my Lower Lake property, coffee in hand, enjoying the 75 degree temps that were already climbing by 6:30 am. It would reach 106 later and I would certainly not be out in it. By July 27th, I’ve already had my fill of triple digits. I prefer a nice 85-90 degrees thank you.

A promise of a cooler location, (not by much), was on my itinerary today. I went to meet my friend April, up on Cobb Mountain for coffee, doughnuts, and a walk on the recently re-opened Boggs Mountain Trails. I have to confess, although I’ve lived in Lake County, since I was 3 years old and only moved away once for a total of six months, I have NEVER walked through Boggs. Never even been there, to my recollection, until April drove me through there after the Valley Fire devastated much of it, and the trails were closed. I had to know what everyone was talking about missing. A local author, Kit DeCanti, has even written mystery books about Boggs, so I had to know what all the hype was about. Especially since my book AFTER THE FIRE, was prompted by the effects of the horrific fire.

This is the sign right as you arrive to the Cal Fire Station.

After our heads were properly caffeinated, and stomachs were filled with sugary goodness from Dirty Girl Doughnuts, (something you will read about in an upcoming post on my OTHER blog, romancetravelandfood.com ), we drove to the Cal Fire Station and the Boggs Mountain Trails. Some trails were still off limits. CLOSED, the signs said at the creek trail that was April’s favorite. We assumed because there were still too many dangerous trees that haven’t been addressed yet. Still, the morning air was rich with the scent of pine, damp earth, and it simply felt nourishing just to be there.

 

           

The sunlight filtered through the tall trees and a soft breeze caressed our skin, cooling us just enough to make the walk enjoyably comfortable. Even though there were a tremendous amount of fallen and burned trees, mother nature has this way of never giving up. There was evidence of hope everywhere. Green trees that survived were neighboring burned ones that had green foliage sprouting everywhere from their blackened trunks. Also, we saw what looked like newly planted trees along the utility roads, giving nature a boost at replenishing what was lost.

The thistle was even beautiful, with it’s pink color standing out against the browns and greens of the forest. I was starting to see what everyone has been so excited about. I also could imagine the way it once was, thick, full, and secluded from the busy world. Now I understand how those who frequently sought refuge there were so mournful at losing it. At least for awhile.

When April and I turned back to return to our responsibilities for the day, we spoke of how it might be changed, but it is still a wonderful place. It’s never going to be the same again, but a different beauty with a story of survival to pass on for generations to come. I think that makes it very special.

This was the view walking back to our cars. A great morning.

The land, like people, builds character over time. Our scars are part of our history. They are what make us who we are and who we are to become. I think the earth is no different. Surely, the story of this beloved place is going to live on much longer than any of us. As I drove back off the mountain today, I rolled the windows down, let the wind blow through my hair, and smiled at how very lucky we all are to just be. I feel very lucky to have such wonderful friends, ( thanks for today April ), and to live in such a marvelous place, Lake County.

That’s a Wrap! / Editing Is Hard Work

  Yes I cried.

But happy tears, because I was thrilled! I had worked so hard to revise my manuscript for AFTER THE FIRE, that when I typed the last words into my computer today for the new and improved book, I couldn’t contain my emotions. This has been my baby since November 2015. When you work that long on something, it becomes a part of you. 

This afternoon, I contacted my editor, Jen, and said I had finally finished with the revision. She gave me some hard facts about the original manuscript regarding genre and how we were going to market the book, that I literally had to tear the story apart and redo a lot of it. It was daunting and I admit, at first I was overwhelmed. But once I got into it, I loved the story even more.

The story hasn’t changed. It’s still the hunky excavating operator that comes to Lake County after the Valley Fire, and falls in love with not only the community, but with a local girl as well. It’s just that now, we get to hear everything from our country girl, Sarah McKinney’s point of view too. I think it made it way more interesting and it gives you more of the whole story.

Above is my dorky, poor quality picture, but I was alone when I completed my long awaited task and I had to record the occasion, regardless of the fact that I hadn’t showered or done my make up. Writing is all that’s been on my mind until I finished. My house has been neglected (husband somewhat as well), and now I feel so accomplished, I will actually spend time tomorrow cleaning and being a domestic goddess once more… ok that’s a stretch but I will mop my floors.

What’s next Patti, you might be asking. Well, I spoke with my editor today briefly and she said by the end of the month, (and that’s just a rough idea), she should have my book back to me with grammatical corrections and suggested changes, should she still find issues. I’m truly hoping I fixed any plot or timeline issues already, so it shouldn’t be too awfully long from now that I will be querying the agent who showed interest in my book back at the San Francisco Writers Conference in February. Fingers crossed folks!

 But today,

I’m celebrating this hurdle. I am closer than I’ve ever been before to actually publishing a book. THIS book, is very personal not only to me, but to so many friends and community members that I am hoping I don’t let anyone down. It is my intention to bring all who have ever experienced tragedy through either fire, or the loss of love, a happily ever after.

If you want to read the first scene of After The Fire, I previously posted it in my blog and you can click here to read. Once my editor decides she likes what I’ve done, I will post another scene to get y’all hooked before the book is published and you are able to hold the real article your hands.

Once again, thank you for all your support. I am getting closer and closer. I wish you all a relaxing and fun remainder of your summer. Make memories with your family and live, laugh, and love with all your hearts.

Cheers!

 

Trying to Write Positive

  A writer writes.

When you don’t know what else to do about the world around you, you simply write. I don’t know if it changes anything really, but it seems to be the only thing that helps get from one moment to the next without feeling like the whole world is spinning out of control.

Song writers, poets, journalists, (if there are any true journalists left in the world), bloggers, screen play writers,  and novelists, all write during times when there is just so much building inside of them that it had to go somewhere. That’s what prompted me to start writing, AFTER THE FIREI wanted to create something good from all the fear, anger, sadness, and confusion that the fires in Lake County had generated. It would seem I have an ample supply of material to glean from.

I yearn for a simpler time. Right now I worry that even as I am using technology to reach all of you in this blog, that our social media, our news sources, the internet itself, all have brought upon our society suggestive ideas and opportunists have used this negatively to target us in terrible ways.

It’s become a cyclone of terror out there. I keep waiting for it all to pass, yet it seems to be gaining strength. It drains me so much that I don’t even want to know anymore. I use to pride myself on keeping up on current events, but I just don’t even want to know.

I won’t get political here. I don’t think that would help. What I will say though is I am appalled at what some people will do to have their way. None of us ever gets everything we want, but that is no reason to treat your neighbor with disdain or hatred. My father always said, ‘you can’t be rational with an irrational person.’ Then I guess I’m to believe now that the whole damn world is becoming irrational. It is more apparent every day, and it makes me sad.

 One of the characters in Dean Koontz novel, FEAR NOTHING, had said to ignore the great issues of your time, therefore improving your digestion. Ok, I’m paraphrasing since I cannot find the book to quote at the moment, but you get the gist of it. I’ve said this before I’m sure. So recently, I went to Hawaii with my family and tried to ignore all problems for awhile. It worked beautifully!

However, once we arrived home, the Pawnee Fire in Lake County hit and two of my dearest friends were out there, struggling with what I know first hand, to be Hell. Very fortunately, neither of them lost their homes, but sadly, some were not quite so lucky.

Today, I tried to continue the editing of my novel, and am nearly done, but was consumed with the spectacle of thoughts roaming in my own mind, and had to blog about it. Purge the thoughts through my keyboard and maybe I will be able to get back to what is going on in my character’s minds in the book.

So I must remember, that I can only help where I am. I am most certainly not going to be able to stop others from creating havoc in the world, but I will do my best to help locally and especially with my family. I’ll do my little part. I just hope the world isn’t teetering on the brink of something more catastrophic. I think we all could use a little more MR. ROGER’S NEIGHBORHOOD, right about now. Or maybe we should all just sit around and listen to THE BEATLES, because all you need is love.

*Photos by me, Patti Diener

Busy Life Equals Slow Editing

 Milestones

 in a person’s life seem more significant after they are actually over. When you are going through the moment, it’s sometimes hard to realize, “this is actually happening.” 

Our youngest just graduated from Santa Rosa Junior College with honors, in the first step of her adult education. She is propelling towards the field of Radiology, and like everything else she’s set out to accomplish in her life, I’ve no doubt she will attain that goal as well.

 While sitting

in the audience of the largest graduating class SRJC has ever had, I tried to be as present as I possibly could, but my mind kept wandering back to when she was a toddler and already very much independent. Here, at the 100 year anniversary of this wonderful northern California school, I know I wasn’t alone in feeling nostalgic about my child, who is now very much a grown up. Where, indeed, has the time gone?

We were so missing our other beautiful daughter, Fallon, who has moved to Oregon, and could not attend. There was a little ache inside of me wishing she could have been there, but my heart swells with pride at how brave she is to pursue her own dreams. Sometimes in the adult world, responsibilities can be great. At least earlier in the month we were fortunate to have her come for a short visit. Also we had so much family around to support our graduate, Emma, that the family was well represented. In that way, I was extremely pleased.

Back to back events, the following day was our town’s annual Memorial Day Parade. I was getting sick with a dumb cold and stressing to try and do all kinds of, “end of the school year,” activities earlier in that week, (such as book fair at my school), that I was exhausted. But a very important guy I know was the Grand Marshall in the Lower Lake Daze Parade.

Lower Lake Daze Grand Marshall 2018

My husband, Charlie was selected to be the Grand Marshall so I couldn’t miss that. I took some nasal spray, two ibuprofen, and grabbed a tomato-beer at the parade and was golden… for about two hours. Then I went home and slept.

Since that day, I had to finish up the school year in my librarian position I hold at a public K-7 school. Evenings have been spent nursing my cold and very little editing has taken place on my book, I’m afraid. I’d gained so much progress earlier in the month but then life sort of slowed me down. Still, I wouldn’t trade it for any deadline. My family is pretty damn cool. I am so lucky.

Now I have time to breathe. Summer break is finally here and the editing is back in motion. I can look forward to editing my book, a trip to Hawaii, some me time traveling maybe nearby for more inspirational writing, and the new blog coming too. Life is really good!