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The first and only writing class I ever took was a one semester required course my senior year in high school.  One of our assignments was to interview a first grader and write a children’s book inspired by that student. But, before we could do that, we had to bring in our favorite book from our own childhood. Everyone in the class was thrilled, overcome with nostalgia as they presented that well-loved and tattered book their mom or dad read to them when they were little.

I had nothing.

I whined that I didn’t have a favorite book because my parents hadn’t read to me, and that I lacked reading comprehension because my family culture hadn’t instilled a love of reading in me. PBS children’s programing was my substitute. I even repeated the line my mom used to describe her own childhood: “I was raised by the TV.”

I know. Poor, middle class, American me.

When I started writing religiously about eight years later, I figured I’d never make any money doing it because I wasn’t a reader. Check out any author bio or interview, I bet you my secret unibrow that they mention the books they were addicted to in childhood or adolescence, or at least the authors who influenced them the most.

Sure, I have an author or two who inspire me (Can I get a woot, woot! for Gillian Flynn?). But it wasn’t until last week when I threw on an old DVD while I wrote that I realized exactly what my work most closely resembles.

That’s right. All those years binge watching 30 Rock while doing my math homework or nursing my son or falling asleep on the couch have paid off in the form of some weird ass, rhythmic, and sometimes hilarious book dialogue.

So, all you aspiring writers who don’t like to read, let me tell you why you might just be okay if you watch TV (and movies for that matter).

  1. Stories on screen show more than tell. This is the nature of the medium, but it can also be beautifully transferred to prose. I’ve noticed some of my favorite authors relax into the trap of narrating their character’s feelings instead of crafting each scene to elicit that emotion in the reader. Usually, TV has no choice but to show instead of tell. Better yet, it’s glaring when a television writer slips into expositional or melodramatic dialogue. There are just fewer places to hide bad writing like this on screen.
  2. Characters are forced to have believable dialogue30 Rock has such incredible dialogue that my writing “prophet,” Robert McKee, wrote a whole chapter analyzing it in his book, Dialogue. Conversations in novels can sometimes sound stilted when read aloud––or silently––because they don’t have to be acted. They also can drag out into monologues instead of carrying the momentum of that back-and-forth, tug-of-war on screen conversations must have. As with everything, it’s easier to craft dialogue after witnessing it done well. TV is the place to see this.
  3. On screen storytelling must be concise. TV shows often have time constraints, just as novels have word count limits. Many of my fellow writers struggle to stay under the recommended word count, where as I fight to get to it. While I could tell you it’s because my writing is so fast paced, exciting, and packs a punch, it’s more likely that I’m lazy. However, I learned to say much with little by watching full stories told in twenty-three minute episodes. Watch TV, and you might start to write more with fewer words.

Keep in mind that all of the following applies to well-written TV. Not reality. Not soap operas. Not superhero or cop shows with ridiculous dialogue. Not that you can’t watch bad TV. You probably should. Just like you should read bad books. Just know which is bad and which is well done. Don’t imitate crap.

So, Mom, I thank you for exposing me to well-stellar comedy, to Friends, The Office, Seinfeld, and 30 Rock. Sure, I may not love reading, but at least my characters sound a tad like Tina Fey’s.

And she’s unarguably amazing.

My publisher asks all of the new authors to write a list of our ten favorite movies. Since I spent way more of my life in front of a screen than a page, this was easier than picking ten favorite books. Some of my favorite quotes are included.

1. Sherlock “A Scandal in Belgravia”

Adler: Everything I said–it’s not real. I was just playing the game.

Sherlock: I know. And this is just losing.

2. The Big Sick

Kumail: What’s my stance on 9/11? Oh um, anti. It was a tragedy, I mean we lost 19 of our best guys.

Beth: Huh?

Kumail: That was a joke, obviously. 9/11 was a terrible tragedy.

3. The Big Short

Mark Baum: Ok, I want you to walk back in there and very calmly, very politely tell the risk-assessors to fuck-off!

Vinnie Daniel: Gentlemen, I just spoke with Mark Baum and he says to ‘fuck off.’

4. Money Ball

Billy: Would you rather get one shot in the head or five in the chest and bleed to death?

Peter: Are those my only two options?

5. Silver Linings Playbook

Tiffany: You know, I used to think that you were the best thing that ever happened to me, but now I think that you might maybe be the worst thing. And I’m sorry that I ever met you.

Pat: Good for you. Come on, let’s go dance.

6. Oceans Eleven

Danny: Does he make you laugh?

Tess: He doesn’t make me cry.

7. The Fugitive

State Trooper:  Hey, Doc! We’re looking for a prisoner from that bus-train wreck a couple of hours ago, might be hurt.

Dr. Richard Kimble: Uh, what does he look like?

State Trooper: 6’1, 180, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. See anyone like that around?

Dr. Richard Kimble: Every time I look in the mirror, pal – except for the beard, of course.

8. The Importance of Being Earnest

Algernon: The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her if she is pretty, and to someone else if she is plain.

9. Midnight in Paris

Ernest Hemingway: You’ll never write well if you fear dying. Do you?

10. La La Land

Mia: I don’t want to do it anymore.

Sebastian: Why?

Mia: Because I think maybe it hurts a little bit too much.

Sebastian: You’re a baby.

“Okay, I have two items of homework for you….Ready for them?” Jonalyn asked at the close of our mentoring session.

“Ready!” I was anxious to know I was doing the right thing, or at least not the terribly wrong thing.

Her assignments: read Judges (the book of the Bible) chapters 19 through 21 and jot down every graphic atrocity, then ask God why he included those passages in his Word.

Easy enough. I’d read Judges at least twice, probably more. No biggie.

Oh, pre-assignment Laney, you were so naive.

To say Judges 19 is rough is a cataclysmic understatement. Want a summary? You don’t, but you’re getting one:

Concubine cheats on Husband.

Concubine leaves him to stay with her dad.

Husband picks up Concubine.

On the way home, Husband and Concubine stay at a Stranger’s house in a town of the tribe of Benjamen.

Men of Benjamen (MoB) pound on Stranger’s door imploring him to surrender Husband for gang-raping fun.

Stranger says that that’s not polite to do to a guest. “But, here, take his concubine and my virgin daughter instead.”

MoB accepts offer of Concubine as object of gang-rape.

Mob rapes Concubine until they tire of her.

Concubine crawls back to Stranger’s door.

Concubine dies.

Husband nearly trips over her body as he leaves in the morning. He tells her, “Get up; let’s go,” before realizing she’s dead.

Husband cuts her into twelve pieces and sends her body parts all over Israel to rally vengeance against MoB.

Chapters 20-21 detail Israel’s war against their own tribe Benjamen, their genocide of that tribe except for a few hundred men. These survivors, of course, deserved women to bear their children, so they kidnaped some and killed other virgins’ families so they’d be free to marry them. Lucky ladies.

Still with me? Good.

I’ve read this story before, but only glossed over it. This time, though, I was that concubine being shoved out the door to that mob. I was terrified. I was betrayed. I was worthless.

I was that virgin daughter hearing my dad’s eagerness to throw me into anguish and disgrace for the sake of some guy he just met. I watched that scared concubine take my place. I had to go on living with this father who saw me as something to hand over to any man.

Of course, until I was killed in the genocide.

Three chapters are dedicated to this narrative and these chapters are bookended with, “In those days Israel had no king.” The last chapter ends with, “everyone did as he saw fit.”

So, you could say that the biblical writers included this story in the Canon to show what the kids did when Dad was away or to show why there were tens of thousands of Jews just missing from history. Fine. But why so much detail? Why did I need to know the concubine died with her hands on the threshold of the stranger’s door? Or know that he used a knife not a sword to cut up his concubine? Or have the image of him chopping her up “limb by limb?”

Because that’s storytelling.

Because I wouldn’t be outraged if I knew some men raped a woman a few thousand years ago. I’d be indignant for a minute. But I wouldn’t grieve. I wouldn’t wonder what her name was or what she felt as she died. I wouldn’t ache over the human condition–over the condition of even God’s people. I wouldn’t think of my condition–of the violence or greed or flagrant selfishness I’m capable of.

That’s what this writer of Judges did with a few concise but gory chapters.

If the biblical writers did it, why can’t the Christian author? Why can’t he document the ugly side of humanity with the same sharpness and clarity? Why don’t Christian literary agents accept submissions with even one curse word or whiff of sexuality? If we look through the shelves of a Christian bookstore, why can’t we find characters as broken as the concubine?

Characters as broken as Sawyer?

Is it because Sawyer, and subsequently her author, use unwholesome talk?

Is it because she has extramarital sex, and her author is guilty of writing sex scenes which must be erotica which causes lust which is sin?

Is it because her author’s portrayal of her sin would cause us to stumble?

Or are we afraid that, if we look at Sawyer, we’ll see the desperate friend we never reached out to, the abuse we turned a blind eye to, the unloved Jesus sought but we shunned?

Or are we afraid we’ll see ourselves?

That was the final part of Jonalyn’s assignment for me: see if my motivations for writing Never Touched in all its R-rated glory aligned with God’s reasons for including stories like Judges 19 in the Bible.

More on this later.

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If you want later to be now, check out Part 2 of this series I’m calling Twelve Pieces of Flesh.

Actual sentences my three-year-old son has said:

“2+2=4. I’m amazing.”

About his painting: “It’s so good and so it’s beautiful and it’s a wall-bridge for playdoh to go on.” (Whatever that means.)

“Fonsi will be down once he’s back from getting me toys from Peurto Rico.” (Yes, “Despacito” Fonsi. B+ Parenting.)

Hand J a math book, and he goes through problems without fear of messing up. Give him a canvas, and he covers the whole thing with paint. Sit in front of him and listen, and he’ll tell you a story. He’ll go on and on:

About the bee who lives on his ceiling.

About the stuffed tiger who bit him but with whom he has since reconciled.

About the doctor-bunny who fixes his owies when he’s in his crib.

Not once does he question the validity of his imagination or his storytelling ability. He is never self-conscious about what his audience will think or if he has an audience at all. I know, because I hear him excitedly talking to his animals during afternoon quiet time.

Whenever J is too cute to handle, I squish him and say, “Never change!” To which I’ve taught him to reply, “I’m going to change and stay sweet.” Because he is going to change. I don’t want him for one second to feel guilt or sadness or grief for growing up. But I wish he could say so much more than just “stay sweet.” I want him to promise to stay courageous, creative, unapologetically him, to never lose that unwavering belief in himself.

Didn’t we all have that once?

What happened? What quieted that voice inside us telling us we could do anything we decided to do if we just went and did it? When did we grow out of that shameless enthusiasm, desert that brazen creativity?

When was the last time we said, “I’m amazing”?

I stopped writing when I could no longer say that about myself. That was it. I didn’t lose interest. I didn’t forget how. I didn’t find something better to do. I just didn’t think I had it–whatever it was.

Something, or a million little things, shut up that voice inside telling me I was amazing.

Thank God for Grandma Audi. My eighty-year-old Grandma is one of those rare people who never lost faith in herself–or at least not long enough to make a career change. She was a starving artist with three baby girls and she kept going. She is now a successful painter, teacher, and retired graphic designer for the state of California.

And she never lost faith in me. When I was a kid, she always had an art project ready for me when I came over. And when I “messed up,” she’d tell me, “There are no mistakes, just opportunities for creativity.” When I was in college, she sent me dozens of emails with articles about the importance of fostering my imagination even while I was neglecting (okay, running from) my right brain. When I started writing again, she was my loudest cheerleader. An article she mailed me last fall is still on my fridge with the circled quote:

Let go of the way people told you things are to be done, and give yourself the space and the ability to make mistakes, to think about ridiculous things. –Perry Chen (founder of Kickstarter)

Oh man, did I think about ridiculous things. Then I wrote them down. Then I sent them to Stacey. Then another friend. Then my writers’ group. Then an author. Then agents and publishers.

And one of those publishers thought my ridiculous ideas weren’t half bad.

But if Crimson Tree didn’t sign me, I wouldn’t have failed. If no one buys my book, I’m still successful. If people buy it and hate it, I’m still amazing.

You know how I know? Because I never look at J and tell him, “Your bunny story sucked. You failed at having an imagination.”

Because there are no creative failures, just the failure to try.

 

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It is a rare thing to find your last love in your first. No one told me the same applies to writing fiction.

As I mentioned in my post “The Evolution of Sawyer”, I originally planned for Never Touched to be the love story of Sawyer and Guy A, with her personal trauma creating secondary conflict. In other words, I wanted to write a romance novel without Guy B.

As I wrote my first draft I learned three things:

(1) I am not a romance writer. Maybe it’s my personality. Maybe it’s that I’m philosophically against HEAs. Maybe it’s that I want you to believe those reasons and not the fact that writing romance well is a monstrous task. I used to laugh and tell my husband that love stories were the easiest thing in the world to construct. Oh, how little did I know.

(2) Sawyer is not a romance protagonist. If you asked Sawyer if her story was about finding love, she would laugh in your face. Then she’d pour you a shot of whiskey and say, “We only have a few minutes before he catches us with hooch. Let’s begin…”

(3) Sawyer’s story would be flimsy at best without Guy B. No. That’s not true. Guy A, Guy B, and Sawyer aren’t a love triangle; they are the three legs that her story stands on.

Just because this isn’t a romance novel doesn’t mean Never Touched is devoid of love. It means that love is so much more than attraction and electricity and sex. It’s compassion and devotion and holding the hand of someone who needs you even when they fight to be rid of you. It’s indignation and grief and undeserved heartache. It’s thirst and hunger so the other can be filled. And, sometimes, it’s surrender.

Sawyer and Guy A have all of this. Sawyer and Guy B do, too.

That’s a love triangle.

In other words, if Never Touched was a war for Sawyer’s heart, Guy A and Guy B would be equally matched. They would be worthy opponents. You know how I know? Because Guy B was never supposed to get the girl and he did. I had no choice but to let him after this one stupid chapter I wrote back in November that changed the momentum of the entire story (it’s in the final draft; see if you can spot it). Because half my beta readers were outraged by the ending and half were giddy. Because even Sawyer didn’t know until that critical moment who her heart belonged to.

It’s a stretch to say I crafted this love triangle. Truly, I stumbled upon it. Sawyer forced my hand. That’s just how she is. Guy B is pushy too. I blame him a little. But that’s the most rewarding kind of writing, isn’t it: when you learn your characters’ desires better than they do and scramble to write down their choices as they make them?

I can’t wait to hear what you think of Sawyer’s choice. Until then, here’s what I want to know: what’s your favorite love triangle in literature, television, theatre, or film? Mine: Jane, Michael, and Rafael in Jane the Virgin. I sympathized with both Michael and Rafael. I rooted for either in different episodes. I couldn’t predict who Jane would choose in the end. That is a well-crafted love triangle.

That’s my favorite. What’s yours?

Psst…that’s what the comment section is for.

 

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My journey to being a published author has been a little Legally Blonde-esque, but my publisher wants all the new authors to write a post that could be helpful to other writers. So, here’s the advice I’d give to myself when I started. Hopefully, it’ll be helpful to you!

1. Write like no one is going to read it. Edit so anyone can read it.

You don’t have to read any further. This is my best advice.

I wrote my first book paralyzed with the fear that people would judge me by my writing. Consequently, the end product was awful and will never see the light of day.

Then, I remembered why I write: because my brain hurts when I don’t. Writing is therapy, and therapy only works when I’m honest.

So, when I started writing Never Touched, I assumed no one would want to read a twisted story narrated by an irreverent teenager and written by a Christian author. I had never read a book in the New Adult genre and didn’t have a particular reader in mind when I started. I just wrote the most genuinely flawed protagonist I could and let her tell her story. Anytime I was concerned that her words were too brash or too dark, I let her say them anyway because at least they were true.

2. Take a shower.

Or sit in traffic with the radio off. Or go for a walk with your cell phone in your pocket. You’ll be amazed at the scenes your brain comes up with when it’s resting.

Shower-Principle-30-Rock

3. Collect helpful quotes about writing from the greatest.

I have a cork board in my bedroom (where I usually write) with advice from Hemingway, James Patterson, and Stephen King. I also keep marked-up drafts of my old chapters from writer’s group there for encouragement and to remind me of my habitual mistakes.

4. Make characters so real they can make their own choices

Get to know your protagonist. If she’s not like you, research, research, research (but don’t let this stop you from getting started on your first draft). I spent a lot of time learning about the psychological and social effects of sexual abuse and trauma, including consulting health professionals and reading a survivor memoir, Not My Secret to Keep.

Next, empathize completely. Be so honest with your own emotions it makes you uncomfortable, then write your character’s experiences out of that discomfort. Get personal. It’s fiction. No one needs to know where you end and the protagonist starts or if there is any overlap at all. For more about how I developed my protagonist, check out The Evolution of Sawyer.

5. Throw away your first draft

I was about 60,000 words into a very different version of Never Touched when I read Gillian Flynn’s Sharp Objects and started Dark Places. I took two long days off from writing to evaluate my voice as an author, and realized my current draft wasn’t me, and, more importantly, wasn’t Sawyer. On the third day, I opened a new document and started over.

Subpoint: read! Read everything!

6. Share your draft with semi-honest friends.

Honesty is over-rated. My best friend, Stacey, is my go-to affirmer. I call her every time I have a “creative crisis,” and she is always excited to read my roughest chapters. Her unwavering enthusiasm keeps me going even when I doubt myself.

Find someone who will tell you to keep writing even when your chapters suck. Find a friend who is willing to blindly support you. Find a Stacey.

7. Join a writer’s group with real, live people.

No, online doesn’t count. My writer’s group taught me grammar, story structure, how to use dialogue tags (I abused those liberally). We celebrate each other in our success and encourage each other in failure. No excuses. Join one. If there isn’t one in your area, start one.

8. Find a mentor.

Rebecca Forster, is a USA Today best-selling author, friend of my aunt, and one of the most selfless humans I’ve interacted with. I’ve never met her in person, but she offered to read my first three chapters and query letter. Then she told me they both had serious problems. After that heart-breaking news, I bombarded that poor woman with a deluge of questions for weeks. God bless her.

9. Throw away your second draft.

Because your mentor said so.

10. Cry for a day (I told you the advice went downhill after #1).

Yep, feel your dream crumble, fall, and crush you because your beautiful brain baby isn’t as cute as you thought it was.

11. Get over yourself and rewrite.

Yes, all 70,000+ words.

12. Build a platform because agents and publishers want this.

No, I have no idea how to do this, so ask someone else for advice. But, definitely get advice.

13. Write and rewrite your query letter.

Take this seriously. Read articles written by agents about what they want to see in a query letter, then follow those rules to a tee. Share it with your writer’s group and/or mentor before you send it out.

14. Send the letter to 40 agents and publishers to start (40 more after 2-3 months).

I decided not to give up until I had been turned down or ignored by 100 agents and publishers. Thankfully, I was rejected by fewer than ten before Crimson Tree offered me a contract. This was only 13 days into my pursuit of a book deal (praise, God!). I’m still getting agent rejections in my inbox. Yes, even though I have a publishing contract it still stings. But, joke’s on them, right?

15. Cry tears of joy when you get a contract.

…even though it confuses your three-year-old.

16. Send your mentor See’s Candies as a thank-you.

Call everyone! Thank everyone who helped you! Especially because they aren’t even close to being done helping you.

17. Don’t overthink your next project.

Repeat step one. Write like no one is going to read it. It got you this far.

 

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