Finishing My Book

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I'm finishing my book today. I probably should have ended that sentence with an exclamation point instead of a common period, but I've been working on getting the exclamation point out of my writing. It just does not convey the emotion you intended when you wrote it.

I'm writing this to take a break from editing the final couple of scenes.

Now, I am super duper excited, but I know there is a lot more work ahead. The road to writing and publishing a book is long, windy, emotional, and difficult. But we writers do it anyway because to not write makes us bleed on the inside. I'm trying not to get ahead of myself here. I'm still bleeding, sweating, crying until this work of ten years of my life gets published. Somehow, some way, some time, some day, it will be a real book.

My next step is to print the pages out and read them to make sure everything coalesces just the way I meant it to. And then I will write my query letter and finalize my research on agents who might like to take a look at what I've done.

This book I've written is more than a book. It's five years of my childhood brought to fruition in a meaningful test of truth and courage. I was right when I said the reason I had to write the story was to keep it with me and let it go at the same time. I never want to forget the events of that part of my life, and I was worried they would fade away from me like old skin and get washed down the drain of my mind. But putting them together like this, into a form that I love, allows me to hold on forever to the past so it can never disintegrate.

Today, someone overheard me say I was a writer. He introduced himself and asked for some advice. "I cook a lot," he said. "And I want to write a cookbook, but I have no idea how to do it, get it published, and such." My advice to him was to write the book and research agents. We also talked about the option of self-publishing and about how he might build his platform by starting a Youtube channel. His questions are the same questions I had before I really got down and dirty and wrote my book.

I am including a link to a page by writer Jeff Goins. I think he offers some very good, concrete advice for what to do to get your book written. I've followed a lot of it. The biggest tips for me are to write an outline and to create a calendar of daily writing goals. Before I did these things, I was all over the place mentally and literally with the organization of events and placement of scenes.

I hope this post and link help you, struggling writer. Keep writing. The world needs to hear what you have to say.

Good Tips for Getting it Done

Looking Back: Meeting Joyce Carol Oates

In January, I met Joyce Carol Oates.
I took a cab to The Nourse theater in San Francisco where poet Robert Hass and Joyce Carol Oates had a conversation, live on the air and in front of a few hundred people. From the moment she took the stage, I was mesmerized. She is a frail, thin creature with fine curly hair. It's not that I expected her to look like a body builder. I've seen pictures of her many times and know she is slight of body even if she possesses a mighty creative mind.

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I am in awe of her.
She spoke of her book The Accursed which has to do with the haunted racist legacy of Princeton University. Fascinating. And she spoke of Woodrow Wilson's bigotry--how he was a quiet racist. She channeled MLK's pronouncement that "the ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by the good people." That's what Wilson did--he stayed silent when racism rang out. He was the president of Princeton University, and his silence created a haunting of the halls...This is a novel I want to read.
Ms. Oates also talked a lot about her new memoir The Lost Landscapes. Listening to her speak about her childhood and her family made me want to read this book--I, too, am a memoirist, and if I can glean anything from her fantastic vision and realistic expression, I'm in.

Another new book out now from Joyce Carol Oates is The Man Without a Shadow, about a man who remembers only what happened in his life up to age 37 and after that, his memory span is 70 seconds long. This is a study in neuroscience and a love story.
Maybe more important than hearing about the plots of her books is hearing about how she tackles life as a writer. She walks for hours. She runs. And it is during those solitary times she builds worlds for her fiction. She says the best way to create a story is to start with some truth--some real, meaningful, unforgettable aspect of your life, and build the story and characters around it.

I bought her memoir and then stood in a short line waiting for her to autograph it for me. I told her I was a writer and that I loved her. She asked me what I write. I told her with confidence that an excerpt of my memoir had just been accepted for publication. She congratulated me and signed my book, "Don't ever give up."
I walked through the Tenderloin in the dark to my hotel. I should have taken a cab or an Uber. But I was too busy never giving up to care. The chilly winter air on my face, the book of all my futures under my arm, I accepted the night and its unsavory potential, the homeless lining the sidewalks, the stretches of fear before me, and I smiled. And I stole into a Dunkin' Donuts to get some coffee, "for free" the clerk said, because they were closing and throwing it out anyway.