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Tuesday, March 29, 2016
The authors would congregate in the hallway outside the room and wait until they were allowed in. This gave us plenty of opportunities to talk to them during the wait. Most of the authors I talked to seemed very new, and very nervous. It's been a long time since I did my first pitch, so at this point I don't really get nervous, but I understand how nerve-wracking it can be to sit down with a stranger and try to sell your book in only 10 minutes. I ended up calming a lot of them down, with pretty much the same advice. So I thought I'd share my tips for surviving a pitch for the newbie authors.
1) Remember you LOVE this book!!!
With every nervous author, I would ask...do you love your book? After a moment of stunned realization, they would always get a huge grin on their face as they replied "yes". So I told them to just go in and tell the agent about the story they love. That's all you need to do.
2) Remember to Breath...
It may sound silly, but doing deep breathing exercises helps every time. It's an old theatre trick I learned way back in Junior High. You inhale to a count of 8, and then exhale to a count of 8. Do it several times. It helps calm you down and center your thoughts.
3) Remember the pitch doesn't have to be perfect...
The point of a pitch is not to show how good you are at pitching. It's to tell them enough about your book...so they can tell if they're interested in seeing more. I've heard editors and agents say that a "good" pitch doesn't always translate to a "good" book. By the same token, a person might bomb at pitching, but their writing could be great. So don't worry if you aren't polished perfection.
4) Remember editors and agents are normal people...
Agents and editors are not mythical creatures, with special powers (other than the power to represent or buy your book). I have heard a few stories about nasty encounters in pitch rooms, but for the most part they are extremely nice. They WANT to find a great book and they hope yours will be the one. So approach them like you would anyone else and just talk to them.
So there you have my pitch tips.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
On Saturday, I had the opportunity to take a road trip to Naples, Florida to attend Deb Dixon’s “Book in a Day” Conference. It was all about GMC or "Goal, Motivation and Conflict", which is the bedrock of genre fiction writing.
I ended up getting one of the best writer tips I’ve ever heard. It's a tool to use when you’re stuck or struggling with how to start a scene. The lesson has you answer specific questions in the point of view of the character.
1. What do I see before me?
2. What do I feel?
3. What do I hear?
4. What do I smell?
5. What do I taste?
6. What’s the light like? (sunny, cloudy, fluorescent light, dark)
7. What is it that I want?
8. What do I think?
9. What happens next?
10. What do I do?
HOLY COW!!! It’s so simple, but so effective. I’ve been struggling with the opening of Book 2 in my Heiress Games series for a long time. I even skipped ahead and started working on Book 3. Well, I finally got an idea and applied the questions. And IT WORKED.
Q: What do I see before me?
Killian: Sexy red thong on the floor just inside the front door.
Q: What do I feel?
Q: What do I hear?
Killian: One of Jackson’s “making love” songs is playing on the surround sounds speakers. (Jackson is his best friend, a singer)
Q: What do I smell?
Killian: Rain coming in on the breeze with the storm clouds
Q: What’s the light like?
Killian: Dark, swirling clouds behind me. Bright artificial light in front.
Q: What is it that I want?
Killian: To find out where the panties came from.
Q: What do I think?
Killian: I think my teenage son hasn’t learned a lesson yet.
Q: What do you do?
Killian: I set out to teach the lesson, once and for all.
AND here is the opening scene...
Killian Rafael de los Santos O’Connor spotted the panties the moment he walked in the door. How could he not? The bright red thong lay against the gleaming marble tile in the foyer like a tiny cape meant to entice a bull.
He stared down at skimpy piece of fabric, as a thousand questions racing through his mind.
Where had it come from? Why had some woman dropped her panties by the door? How had the fool women managed to get past, not only the massive gates that guarded his property, but inside the house? Where was she now? And even more important…where was his 'son' now?
A roiling bank of dark clouds was approaching at Killian’s back, bringing the humid scent of a summer storm. The clouds were already obscuring the sun, turning the sky from a glorious blue to furious grey ready to unleash a downpour.
Which seemed pretty fitting since Killian was about to unleash holy terror on the most likely culprit of today’s crime…his fifteen-year-old son, Rafe.
I have to admit, I fell a little in love with Killian right there. So thanks to Deb Dixon for that.