My First Final!!

Posted By Anna on March 29, 2010

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I finaled in the Greater Detroit’s RWA chapters Between the Sheets writing contest. It’s my first final, and it almost didn’t happen.

When I received my scores I was told that I was not a finalist. However when I reviewed my score sheets I had a total score of 117 out of 120. So close, yet so far. All day I stressed inside. How close had I gotten? I finally gathered my courage and sent a little message asking how out of the race was I. Much to my joy, I actually had finaled.

I have been in a daze all day. This is a big moment for me. Hopefully not the last. And also a valubale lesson in trusting my gut and question when need be.

Hot Cross Buns

Posted By Anna on March 27, 2010

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Hot cross buns are my favorite bread item this time of year. They’re good warm, or room temperature. They’re yeasty, chewy, fragrant and have just the right amount of sweetness. So I wanted to share my favorite recipe with everyone for Ostara, Easter or just to celebrate the Spring.

Most of this recipe comes from the book Breadby Jeffrey Hamelman.

Sponge: ¼ cup Bread Flour

                  7/8 cup Milk (warm, not hot)

                  ½ tablespoon Sugar

                  2 ¼ teaspoon Instant Dry Yeast

Whisk all of the ingredients together, cover with plastic wrap and let it stand until it grows 3 to 4 times the size (about 30-40 minutes).

Dough: 2 ¾ cups Bread Flour

                4 tablespoons Butter

                1 Egg

                ¼ cup Sugar

                ½ teaspoon Salt

                ½ tablespoon Ground Allspice

                Sponge

               ¾ cup Dried Currents

               ¼ cup chopped Candied Lemon Peel

Add all of the ingredients ( except fruit) into a mixer, making sure that the sponge is first and the flour and salt is last. Mix on first speed until everything is combined, then turn to second speed and let it go for about six minutes. Add fruit near the end. The dough should form a nice pliable ball. Place in a large bowl and cover in plastic wrap, and a towel if the room is cold.

Let stand for 40 minutes, then fold the dough. Folding dough is just like it sounds. Place the dough on a wooden surface and taking one side in your fingers, fold it to the center. Repeat for all four sides. Place back in bowl and recover for another 25 minutes.

Fold the dough again, then divide into 12 equal pieces. Round the pieces into a ball shape and place on a sheet pan. Cover with plastic again to rise a final time. About 1 hour.

Now comes time for the crossing paste. Combine 1/2 cup Pastry Flour, .75 ounces of shortening and a 1/3 cup of milk. The mix should be firm but pipeable. Adjust milk according to make that happen. You don’t want to hurt your hand squeezing too hard. Also at this time make a simple syrup with equal parts sugar and water. Flavor it to taste with ground ginger and lemon zest.

When buns are nice and place the crossing paste in a pastry bag with a round tip and pipe a criss-cross pattern on each bun. Bake in a 440 degree oven for about 15 minutes. I say about because every oven is different and baking times may very. Check on them after ten minutes. When their hot out of the oven brush them with the sugar syrup.

Not only are they tasty, your house will smell fantastic.

Enjoy :)

I Write Because I Have To

Posted By Anna on March 21, 2010

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“I write because I have to.”

I’ve heard many writers say that. Authors who posses an all consuming need to put words to paper. Over the year I worried that I didn’t have the heart to pursue a career that is a constant up- hill battle and knocks you around all of the time.  I wrote because I had stories inside that I thought people might like to read, but it wasn’t really a deep burning drive like others spoke about. It was a concept that I understood, but never attributed to myself. Until now.

This week was a self-imposed break between drafts to recharge my brain. Seven days of not touching my work in progress. I have taken these breaks before, but I would be working on two projects at once. This was the first time in a year that I wasn’t composing. By day three I knew something was off.

I would find myself staring out of the window every few minutes. I didn’t know what to do with my hands without a pencil between my fingers or typing. It was frightening to feel so disconnected to what had become the central part of who I am. I was a boat without a rudder just drifting through my day.

Not all of my time was spent zoning out. I did house work. Read. A lot. Played with my kids and joined Twitter. My days were full, but there was always a sense of something not being right. A piece of me was missing and I knew it was due to not writing.

My writing is the only thing in my life that is 100% completely mine. I didn’t have to discuss whether it was a lifestyle (and it is a lifestyle) that would fit in with anyone elses plans. It is my choice. My art that I work on and hone and craft with everything in me. Without it, I’m not whole. That spark was missing.

I know now what it means to write because I have to.

What Graphic Novels Have Taught Me

Posted By Anna on March 18, 2010

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During my self imposed break from writing I’ve been reading graphic novels. My brother recommended Y the Last Man by Bryan K. Vaughn which follows the trials and tribulations of the last man on Earth. I also picked up volume one of the Ultimate Annuals and Green Lantern. You may ask what do graphic novels have to do with romance novels? Well, it’s all about telling the tale.

Graphic novels are the epitome of slash the fat storytelling. The author does not get the luxury of 80+ thousand words to tell their story. They get a hundred odd pages to convey a compelling tale with two-dimensional pictures, dialogue and little to no narrative. And I thought condensing a single title into a three page synopsis was hard.

It’s actually fantastic. I love the getting to the point and moving on pace. No repetitive retelling of information. If you don’t know what’s going on, tough, you should have paid attention when you read it the first time. Ah, there are some authors out there that really need to learn this concept. One thing I promised myself is that I would not fall into the repetative trap.

The dialogue is also very straight forward. Short conversations with simple phrases. Before people were consumed with television, comic books was the media that taught the masses to read, which is why they are so appealing, anyone can read them. I’m not saying dumb down your book, but don’t alienate readers either. As Thoreau said “simplify, simplify, simplify.” Just because you can insert half of Merriam-Webster’s dictionary in your book doesn’t mean you should.

On a side note- Ultimate Annuals vol. one, chapter two (I am being vague in case you haven’t read it and I don’t want to spoil anything). WTF?? Seriously? My favorite character since I was a kid and that’s how you do him?

*head hits desk and I observe a moment of silence. With a deep sigh I sit up and brush a lock of hair out of my teary eyes.

I’m just going to pretend that I never read that. Even though it might turn out that everything is all right, I don’t want to risk it. In my mind he is whole and healthy with that wicked smile and killer accent.  Right, mon cheri?

The Rough Draft

Posted By Anna on March 14, 2010

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The end. Those are sweet words to a writer. Earlier this week I was able to type “The End” on the rough draft of my superhero story. Yeah!!!! So, do I immediately dive into re-writes? Noooo.

I have always equated writing to baking and decorating a cake with the rough draft being the cake layer. When you take a cake out of the oven, you don’t immediately start icing it. The filling would slide out and the icing would melt off. You have to let it cool. Same thing with the rough draft. You walk away and just let it be for a while, then come back to it with fresh eyes.

Now the question becomes what do I do while it’s cooling? I write constantly. I write when I drive and during my lunch break. I write when I’m brushing my teeth and putting on my make-up. I am rarely ever not writing. So how do I fill me time for the next week?

Well, of course I will read. I have the entire series of Y the Last Man on my nightstand.

I’ll work on my blog.

I’ll evaluate where my queries are at on my ghost story.

Workout more.

Fold some laundry.

Sleep. Yeah, sleep is a good idea.

That should fill a week nicely. Now if I could only stop thinking of new scenes to add until my self imposed vacation is over.

Romance Novel Characters or Olympic Athletes?

Posted By Anna on February 26, 2010

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As I was watching the Olympics I realized that there was a treasure trove of potential character names from the roster of athletes. Coming up with surnames is a struggle for me. I can spend hours choosing just the right one, and I notice they tend to be more Anglo-Saxon in nature. Perhaps its because they are easier to read and spell. But sometimes you want to add a little ethnic flavor to a character and pouring over books of names gets tedious.

Inspiration struck when I was watching the men’s figure skating competition and French skater Florent Amodio took to the ice. Interesting name, I thought. Exotic, yet easy to pronounce and spell. Then Stephane Lambiel appeared and spun his way into our collective memory. Ah-ha, I have found a new resource!

Can’t you just imagine a viking warlord named after alpine skier Aksel Lund Svindal? Joannie Rochette sounds like a super spy to me. Is Christop Sumann an Austrian businessman or biathlon silver medalist?

Unfortunately, not all names are made for a hero or heroine. Gregor Schlierenzauer might have won a gold medal and two bronzes, but his name doesn’t quite flow across your vision. Not only would  spellchecker go crazy, it would become a blob word that you skip to move on to words you know.  Skipping words can take a reader out of your story which is the last thing a writer wants.

So while Italian speed skater Matteo Anesi may have ended up thirtieth in the 1000 meters, perhaps he will find victory as my latest superhero. A former race car driver who is involved in a fiery crash that ignites his power to control any piece of machinery.

Actually, I like that.

My muse went on mid-winter break and left me with the laundry.

Posted By Anna on February 15, 2010

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I am two-thirds of the way through the rough draft of my superhero novel, and of course, this is when my muse takes a hiatus. The horrible thing is I know what happens next. I’ve seen the scene a hundred times. I just have to put it on the page. But for some reason the words are not coming out.

It’s not a matter of my characters being unwilling. No, they are more than ready to reach happily ever after. It’s a matter of me not being able to write crap. Well, the first draft is crap regardless, but I am focusing too much on making this pass well crafted from the get-go. I need to get it on the page and lay it all out. Then go back and layer, layer, layer. I know this is how I prefer to write. Why can’t I do it?

I’m blaming the rain. I cannot function when I am cold, and I am cold if it is under 60 degrees outside. Needless to say, I am cold often. All I want to do is hibernate under a big down comforter with a steaming mug of hot cocoa and watch The Vampire Diaries all day. Not a good plan. This week I can blame the Olympics. Damn you NBC for doing such a great job on characterizing the weather as the villain during the biathlon. Who knew cross country skiing could be so riveting?

So, how do I whip the muse back into action? Writing in long hand usually helps. I get distracted by the red and green squiggly lines in spellcheck. Hunting and pecking keys are also a rhythm breaker. Long car rides are also helpful. It’s not like you have any place else to go, so it’s an excellent location to compose.

And when all of that fails, you just got to kick its ass. Seriously. Put pen to paper, no matter how painful it is, and eventually the words will come. As Cherry Adair says “I give you permission to write crap.”

Now where’s my whip?

Romantically Speaking

Posted By Anna on February 14, 2010

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Join myself and author Christa Mchugh on the podcast Romantically Speaking, hosted by fellow writer Danielle Monsch. Topics of discussion include Taylor Lautner turning eighteen (happy birthday!), the roles of the cougar and the male virgin characters in romance novels (although not necessarily in the same book), and whether e-books are viable publishers. (yes they are!)

It was lots of fun and I look forward to participating again.

www.daniellemonsch.com

Where are the Male Virgins?

Posted By Anna on January 28, 2010

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As I read one of Lora Leigh’s latest novels, Guilty Pleasure, I have a reoccurring thought. What is up with the mid-twenty year old female virgin?

Let me elaborate. I have read dozens of contemporary novels (many of them by Ms. Leigh) where the heroine is still a virgin at twenty-seven and is involved with a hero who has copulated more times than a frog catches flies in the Louisiana bayou. And for some reason, this is supposed to be okay. I’m not saying that a woman shouldn’t wait to have sex, but it’s 2010. The pill has been around for forty-five, fifty years. The people who preached ‘free love’ are grandparents now, it seems that the virgin heroine is a bit outdated.

Not only that, but why are 99.9% of their heroes experienced and sometimes borderline-gigolo lovers? I know that if I was in a heroine’s spiky stilettos and was confronted with a man with a list of previous lovers longer than my hair, I would have to question his ability to connect with me beyond the bedroom, and for a mintue pause and say, eww, I don’t find that attractive.  Of course that is reality, and in fantasy I would brush aside those concerns and formulate a plan to “save him.” Prove to him that by allowing him to be the first, the bond will be stronger. Because that obviously worked with his first.

In the historical novels it is a given that the hero would be more experienced, that was the way things were. But just once I would love to see a widowed heroine who knew what she wanted in the bedroom and was not afraid to show the hero a few tricks. I know that there must have been a couple somewhere in the 1400’s that had  fantastic sex and it did not involve the heroine’s eyes bulging in shock as she had to look away with a blush after her first glance of a naked man.

But as I rant about the innocent/gigolo storylines I come to my real query. Where are the male virgins? Where is the twenty year old male who waited until the ‘right woman’ came along before indulging his carnal needs? Where is the hero who knew the first time he saw our fair heroine that she was the one for him, and did not attempt to move beyond from what could never be by loosing himself between the thighs of another? The modern heroine is supposed to be a strong, intelligent, independant woman who doesn’t need a man to be complete, where is that hero?

Some would say that there isn’t a market for it, I say it would be as refreshing as a glass of chilled reisling. Some would also say “Well where is your virtuous hero?” And I would respond, oh, but I have one.

Yes, Dex is my sweet, hunky, twenty-something year old male virgin. He sits and pines for Astrid as he gathers the courage to ask the lovely shopkeeper out. Unfortunately for Dex I have nine other heroes who are demanding their stories be written first, and as they are part of two series, he will have to be patient. Yes, these heroes are experience, but so are their women.

But fear not my pure, untouched friend, your day will come, and until then I will muddle through the sea of lily white, highly educated(in all areas but male/female physical relations) maidens who beg for the grungy touch of a well muscled, charming hero who couldn’t wait to lose his cherry.

I hear you, why do I keep reading them? The answer to that is I do not know. It wasn’t mentioned on the back cover blurb, because if it was, I would not have picked it up.

Avatar- From a Writer’s Point of View

Posted By Anna on December 29, 2009

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Last weekend my family and I went to experience James Cameron’s latest big-budget adventure Avatar. It was everything that critics and movie-goers talked about. A fairly decent movie with bold, never before been seen flashy effects, and an incredibly predictable storyline.

If you haven’t already heard about the plot, Avatar follows the story of Jake Sully, a paraplegic marine who inherits a job on the planet of Pandora from his recently deceased twin brother. Pandora is rich with a mineral that will solve the Earth’s energy crisis. Jake’s job is to pilot an avatar, a biological robot made from a combination of DNA from the driver and the native people, the Na’vi. The avatar allows the humans to spend extended periods of time in the planet’s toxic environment. With his military background Jake’s scientific mission is quickly changed to a recognizance one, where he is to bring back information on the Na’vi that the humans can use to force them to move from their home, where the richest mineral deposits lie. After Jake is separated from his team, he spends the night defending himself against the dangers of the jungle and is found by Neytiri, the Na’vi princess and she…well, I don’t have to tell you the rest. You already know. Seriously, take ten seconds, relax and you will figure out exactly how the story is played out. I could even hand you a list of characters and you could check off who lives and who dies.

After all of the buzz, it becomes readily obvious that one goes to see Avatar for the bagillion dollar special effects, not the story. My sister was actually grateful for the simple story because she became distracted by the visuals and wasn’t concerned about missing any of the plot. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. For me to make an informed decision, I saw the film in both standard and 3-D formats. It wasn’t a hardship. I truly enjoyed the movie, and in my honest opinion it’s just as epic-y in 2-D as in 3-D. The only thing you miss out on is floating embers (which were pretty cool) and in-depth chase scenes that made me a little motion sick. If you want to shell out the extra few dollars, then by all means, definitely see it in 3-D.

So after seeing the movie, my brother, father and I started to brainstorm on ways the story could be elevated from the predictable to a bit more interesting. Here’s what we came up with.

First off, there is no reason, what-so-ever, for Jake to be in a wheelchair. None. Most of the time he is in a fancy MRI machine (a link) and his leaping, jumping, fighting avatar is on the screen. Even when he is in his own body, nothing was occurring that made his inability to walk a disability. But wait, you say, his incentive to spy on the Na’vi was that in exchange, he would receive the surgery that would return the use of his legs. So what? He wasn’t in the avatar because he couldn’t walk, it was because he can’t breathe in the air. If he was able bodied, he could have been offered something else. The bottom line is, with the way this story was told, it was not necessary. 

If you go to the trouble of having him be in a wheelchair, than we say use the wheelchair. What if all of the links were destroyed and Jake could not connect with his avatar body? Then he would be forced to lead the fight from his chair. Would the Na’vi, a race that places value on the warrior ability and spirit, accept him in his imperfect human form? Would Neytiri, the woman he loves, still want him? How would he cope in not being able to jump from tree to tree and connecting with his dragon-like flying counterpart? What if? What if? WHAT IF?

This is just one change, one, that would have taken the conflict from beyond natives versus big business, to a multi-layered story. When faced with Jake’s much smaller, wheelchair bound, oxygen mask wearing body, the Na’vi would have really had to think hard about following him into battle. You could still keep the same, good prevails over all, ending. Even down to the last frame. But the road there would have been a little more adventurous.

And do you know how long it took us to come up with that little tid-bit? All of two minutes. Two! Would it have made for a better story? Who really knows. But maybe if Cameron’s team took a few minutes away from the flying jelly fish and spent that on the script, they could have taken Avatar from being an okay story with spectacular effects, to a truly extraordinary piece of storytelling.

Supposedly there are two sequels that are being considered. Perhaps they’ll make the effort then, because after all, there are only so many versions of plated armor, multi-rows of sharp teeth, snarling, slobbering jungle beasts that you can watch before you go, “meh- seen that already. What else have you got?”