Hey everyone!
Welcome to week six of the Summer Love Blog Tour!
Thank you for joining me last week as we celebrated the big cover reveal for my romantic suspense, THE FIRE WALKERS,
available July 1st, 2014!
While I’ve written for years, TFW is my first published work, and throughout June, I’ll be sharing some of the behind the scenes of how the story came to be.
When an author is first starting out, their premier novel acts as a cornerstone to everything. The writer’s voice, brand, identity is presented with that first book. So when I decided to dive into the ocean-o-publishing, I sat down and listed what I needed to have and compared it to what my writing brought to the table.
A debut novel doesn’t have to out-of-the-box perfect,
but it does need to be a starting point from where an author gets better. That
first book sets the stage for what the readers expect, and I wanted to give
my readership something different and fun.
THE FIRE WALKERS is book one in the Walker series,
which may have you asking:
What’s
a Walker?
Rewinding
backkk to three years ago, there were
two areas where I needed to improve:
· Memorable Characters
· Theme
If you cite any example from great, popular fiction, all of them have a distinct main character, one with whom the reader can empathize and
relate. That is what makes a story great.
I wanted my characters to stand out, so I
borrowed every “How to Create a Character” book in existence to get help. While I found all of them informative, the laundry list of rebel,
outcast, debutante, came across as stereotypical. After weeks of researching, I
dropped the how-to volumes back into my return
to library bag, and thought about what I could do to take the training
wheels off and steer clear of the pre-fabricated fictional personalities.
I
asked the question: What skills do I have
to solve this problem?
Looking at my bookshelf, more than twenty volumes on
Astrology blinked back at me as if saying, “Hello, remember us?”
The hobby started when I was fifteen. I'd plucked an
astro-relationship book from my mother’s bookcase, and when I’d finished with
it, I was compelled to keep going. Two decades and fifty books later, I’d advanced to full chart interpretations, houses, transits, stelliums, and synastry.
After performing a few couples-chart comparisons for friends, the word started
to get around and I got some real life practice.
It’s not a religion to me, its recreation. A pastime.
And as I stared at the shelves of book spines, the percolation
began. The water hero who'd been haunting me shucked the ill-fitting label of “rebel”
as the character building blocks of “Water sun conjunct rising…Scorpio. Definitely Scorpio…” fell into place.
One
problem down, one to go:
As a reader when you go to your bookstore of choice
(Amazon, B&N, BAM etc.), you notice that the stories where the plot and
characters all reside in the same world are in a themed series:
Heroes with dogs. Military men. The residents of small ocean-side towns. Family sagas....
Heroes with dogs. Military men. The residents of small ocean-side towns. Family sagas....
Chugging along the astrology track, I figured that
my character solution could parlay into my theme. Real astro charts are
complex, much more than the one-dimensional, sun sign interpretation that the daily
columns quote to you, but I could go with the astro-groups based on their
element:
Fire:
Aries, Leo, Sagittarius
Earth:
Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn
Air:
Gemini, Libra, Aquarius
Water:
Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces
Running with that idea, I started a rough draft, first chapter for the water hero who was talking to me. Five pages in, the plot was sad,
slow, and not engaging, so I scrapped it and started over. Six pages later, I'd backspaced so much it sounded like I was trying
to play a piano concerto on my keyboard.
On to the third attempt—more crap.
Crap,
I say.
I’m not being bombastic, authors just know when to call
it. Off the bat, there’s an instinct when the pages are going nowhere but to figuratively
line the litter box.
That night, while lying in bed, I stewed in the
writer’s block.
Why? Why isn’t it working? I pondered.
Why? Why isn’t it working? I pondered.
The answer struck right as the ether of sleep had me
submerged.
Water
is not the first element.
True to writer form, I sat bolt upright in bed at the epiphany. Scampering to my computer, I stared at the blinking cursor for five minutes, my mind playing the naysayer.
True to writer form, I sat bolt upright in bed at the epiphany. Scampering to my computer, I stared at the blinking cursor for five minutes, my mind playing the naysayer.
I have two fire planets in my personal astrology chart,
both of which are weak by sign and placement. I’d wanted to write water first
because it’s an element I know well.
This
is my first book, I should stick to what I know, but water isn’t the first
element, fire is.
A chapter from an astrology book I’d read back in
the 90’s popped into my head. Written by a British author and spiritual speaker,
there was a part that addressed weak/missing signs, a concept I’d never seen
mentioned before then or since. Her answer to activating diminished energy was to
exercise it. No water in your chart? Practice compassion, meditation;
all the traits that water signs exhibit naturally. No earth planets? Experiment
with taking your time, practicality, patience, gardening (put your hands in the dirt).
She called
it: How to Walk Your
Planets
Sitting in front of the blank computer screen I
pushed my fingers to move. I wrote the first two paragraphs at three a.m. that
morning, the narrative flowing for the first time in weeks.
A
fire girl, a heroine whose name I didn’t know yet, waking up in a jail cell.
I pulled myself away and made myself go to bed
although the siren song of the plot continued to channel through my head.
The next evening I rushed home from work to get back
to the manuscript, following the nameless grad student as she encountered a terse
arson cop. The hours passed as in a whirlwind as I finished the first chapter. The
hero had a name, Aidan. And the no-nonsense Aries was defensive about sharing his past, the guy guarding his back-story like a flippin' watchdog.
Dumbfounded, I crossed my arms in disbelief.
I’m natal-chart weak in fire, and here I am trying to write
it first? I must be crazy.
The refrain came just as suddenly: Fire is the first element.
With a sigh, I tried to reason it out.
The story would have to have all the components
inherent in fire:
Action.
Recklessness. Courage. Optimism. Impulsiveness.
As I thought the words, faces appeared in my head;
an abandoned racehorse, a regal farm matron with warm brown eyes, a drug group
out to retrieve what was theirs…
I dropped my arms and my apprehension just in time
for my fire hero to shoot me a scowl.
My hero glares at me when I try to approach him and my heroine has no name.
And that was the moment it’d been decided.
It
looks like I’m walking fire....
Next
week: MEET AIDAN
He’s not so intimidating under all that gruff attitude,
but don’t tell him I told you that. :D
P.S. I visited my sister about four hours ago and told my Little Niece that I was off to write my weekly blog post. She asked if I’d deliver a message from her.
As Aunt Shell is a woman of her word, here you go:
Little
Niece says, “Hi everyone! How’s it going?”
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