The Great Bus Trip Reunion (aka FictionFest 2013)

Imagine, if you will, a bus full of authors driving from town to town, stopping morning, noon and night to sign books for their fans. 

If you were filling this bus and it was coming to your town, who would be on it? If your list includes the likes of Angela Knight, Gena Showalter, Kristan Higgins, Kresley Cole, Allison Brennan, Sherry Thomas, Elizabeth Hoyt, Jade Lee and Roxanne St. Claire (and more!), then welcome to my world, back in 2008. 

To say that it was a memorable week would be the understatement of the decade. To describe the oodles of books we signed would be ridiculous. To mention that there was talk about hopping across the Canadian border one night, where ladies' night promises full male nudity, might be telling tales out of class (what happens on the bus stays on the bus?). But to say that some of the friendships forged there have stuck would be the absolute truth. 

Why, might you ask, am I bringing up a bus trip from five years ago? Well, because in just over a month, Kristan Higgins, Roxanne St. Claire and I will be reuniting at CTRWA's Fiction Fest, and I can't wait!!

Here are the deets:

When? Saturday, September 21, 2013
Where? Beautiful Mystic, Connecticut, which is totally worth visiting for the aquarium, maritime museum, downtown shopping, nearby vineyards, and all sorts of other cool stuff.

Want more? 

The Connecticut Romance Writers Fiction Fest 2013 will be held on Saturday, September 21, 2013. The keynote speaker this year is 6-time RITA Nominee, Winner, and NY Times Bestselling Author, Roxanne St. Claire.  We’ll also be welcoming Jim Azevedo from Smashwords for a double session workshop, and life coach/organizer Lisa Lelas.

The all-day conference will be held at the luxurious Hilton Hotel in Mystic, CT.  Just tell them you are with the CT Romance Writers (or give them the code “CRWA”), and you will receive the discount room rate of $169.

Fiction writers of all genres, but especially romance writers, are welcome.  Once again, the conference will feature workshops on craft, industry, and the writer’s life. We will have an exciting raffle, an editor/agent hot-seat luncheon (where THEY get to answer YOUR questions), and a few surprises. In addition, editors and agents will be available for pitch appointments. Stay tuned for the workshop schedule and complete list of agents and editors.  This conference drew 160 participants last year, so be sure to register early to reserve your spot!

Agents:

Mary Sue Seymour, The Seymour Agency
Emmanuelle Morgen, Stonesong Literary Agency
Stephany Evans, Fine Print Literary Management
Rachael Dugas, Talcott Notch Literary Services

Editors:

Chelsey Emmelhainz (Avon Harper Collins)
Susan Litman (Harlequin) (Can take pitches for all lines)
Debby Gilbert (Soul Mate)
Katherine Pelz (Berkley)

Registration rates are as follows (includes registration, breakfast, and lunch):

CTRWA/CORW/Colony Romance Writer Members: $135

Non-members: $155

New Member Special: $160 (includes member rate registration, plus discounted membership to CTRWA!)

  

(Copied from the CTRWA Fiction Fest web page. Click for more, and to register!)

For now, though, let's think about that fantasy bus tour that's coming to your town. Who are you going to put on the bus, and why?

Shark Jumping: Advanced Division

One of my favorite moments of a recent big romance writers’ convention was hearing an author passionately declaim: “But, sweetheart, I never promised you a ménage!”

This was in reference to a reviewer complaining of the lack, despite there being no mention of such a scene anywhere in the material promoting the story. It made me laugh (the author said it in good fun), but I also think it’s an excellent example of the expectations that a reader (or TV viewer) brings to the table, and how the fun can be shaken out of things when the subject matter takes a left-hand turn.

I remember once picking up what I thought (from the cover and back blurb) was a small-town contemporary romance, only to discover that it was a small-town contemporary romance with lots of paranormal elements. Now, I don’t have anything against paranormal romance (far from it!), but I was in the mood for warm fuzzies, not demons, so I set the book aside. Later, when I picked it up again, knowing what to expect, I enjoyed it just fine.

Or, going back a bit, there was the time I decided to go see a movie by myself. I was having an unusually bad week among a whole bunch of them, and wanted a pick-me-up. So, based on the previews and theater posters, which were heavy on the pink and rom-com tropes, I went to see My Best Friend’s Wedding. Which, for the record, is heavy on the angst and chest beating, and doesn’t have the HEA I was looking for. Was it a good movie? Maybe. But it sure wasn’t what I needed that day.

So what, you might ask, does this have to do with shark jumping? Well, there’s the infamous episode of Happy Days, in which the Fonz actually does (or tries to?) jump his motorcycle water ski jump (thanks to frykitty for the correction!) over a shark tank, and in the process rather than reviving the franchise, spawns the term “jumping the shark” in reference to the moment when something that was once great begins (or accelerates) its decline. (It’s thanks to Arizona that I know this little tidbit, as I had always thought it was strictly a metaphor. I had no idea someone actually had jumped a shark until he clued me in.)

And then there’s last night … and Discovery Channel’s Megalodon. Blech.

Arizona adores Shark Week. He was also dinosaur-crazy as a kid, and would’ve made an awesome paleontologist. I’m more of a whales-and-dolphins person, but I love a well-done documentary. So we were looking forward to Shark Week 2013 kicking off with a two-hour documentary on shark fossils.

Only it wasn’t. It was a scripted, awkward mockumentary that tried to “prove” that Megalodons still exist today, and it didn’t have nearly enough disclaimers for my taste.

Why, you might ask, would a lover of Sharknado and MegaPirhana object to this? For the simple reason that those other schlock-fests are on the SyFy channel and don’t pretend to be something they’re not. And they’re not used to kick off a week of documentaries. (And, yes, some of those documentaries are rather lacking in scientific rigor, but that's a subject for another day...)

Maybe I was tired, maybe I was hormonal, maybe I just wasn’t in the mood, but I got really annoyed with Discovery Channel for breaking it’s (implicit) promise to me, just as My Best Friend’s Wedding had failed to be a chick flick, and that book I was talking about turned out to be a stealth paranormal. Will I watch the rest of Shark Week? Yes, though mostly because Arizona will want to. But I’ll definitely be doing a MST3000 on the reenactments and calling “bull” on the questionable science more than I usually do.

How about you? Shark Week or no Shark Week? Have you suffered from an entertainment bait-and-switch lately? How did you recover?

Cover Reveal!

Did that get your attention? I sure hope so, because I'm psyched to share a sneak peek of the cover of WINTER AT MUSTANG RIDGE! 

It won't be out until February, and boy does that snow look odd as we sit here in the middle of summer (well, in the northern hemisphere, at least), but how cute is Rex the Golden Retriever? And how much do we love books about a hunky veterinarian and the reluctant cowgirl who even more reluctantly falls for him? 

So, without further ado ...

The back-cover copy:

The Skye family rebel never wanted to be a cowgirl ... and she sure didn't plan on coming home for good. 
 
Grateful to her twin for keeping Mustang Ridge in the family, Jenny Skye agrees to return home for a month so her sister can get away. It’s the middle of winter, and only a few year-round staffers, her family, and the animals will be there. But the globe-trotting videographer is soon in way over her head at the dude ranch dealing with reservations, her redecorating-obsessed mother, and the town's hunky new veterinarian.
 
Despite his adventurous past, Nick Masterson is putting down roots in Mustang Ridge. When a stray dog, a missing family member and a snowstorm conspire to throw him and Jenny together, there's no denying the blaze of attraction. But can a relationship that began in the heat of the moment turn into something more for a woman who's always been eager to put her hometown behind her?  

Pre-order links:

At Amazon-- paperback or Kindle

At BN.com-- paperback or Nook

Indiebound

Add it to your TBR pile on Goodreads

Thanks for letting me share my Squeeeeeee!

Snoozing Away From Home

Hello blog friends! Sorry for the lateness of today’s post—I just yesterday got back from the Romance Writers of America conference in Atlanta. Picture two thousand women who adore romantic fiction, a whole lot of Microsoft guys in town for their own conference (it was a big hotel!), and five days of meetings, workshops, parties, and seeing old friends (and meeting new ones) from around the world, and you’ve got the idea.

It was wonderful, chaotic and exhausting, and by the time I got home yesterday, all I wanted to do was cuddle Arizona and the cats, and catch up on some sleep—which I did, crashing at around 6 pm, waking to watch what Arizona calls “the naked people” (Naked and Afraid, where two strangers, a man and a woman, are dropped in the wilderness with nothing but one survival item each, and left to fend for themselves for three weeks whilst being filmed), and then sleeping again until 10 am. Thank goodness I’m not planning on accomplishing much today!

Sleep is a funny thing for me. For a large chunk of my life, I needed to be in a completely dark and familiar room, with an AC, air filter or fan running, a blanket over my head and no other life forms in there with me. And even then it was 50/50 on whether I would sleep more than five hours. So, as you might guess, sharing a room at a conference could be challenging! Fortunately, there’s the alcohol-and-exhaustion factor of a conference, so by the second or third day I can usually shut down for a while—as long as I have white noise and a blanket over my head.

When I met Arizona, I said “Okay, self, if you’re in this for the long term, you’re going to figure out how to sleep with this guy.” And I did—finding that I feel utterly safe and sleep-enabled when I’m smooshed between his big, snoring self and the wall, with Pixel T. Kitten next to my head, purring away. I still have a blanket over my head and white noise is a must, and anything less than a queen-size bed is questionable, but I’m sleeping better these days than I ever have, even at the conference. Still, it was a huge pleasure to get home and curl up in my space, with my big warm hubby on one side of me and the kitten on the other, with paw on the top of my head like she was reassuring herself that I really was back.

Now, though, I'm sitting here in my writing space, with my brain buzzing with all the stuff I learned at the conference, and all the new story ideas my agent, editor and I talked about … and all I can think is, “Dang, it’s quiet here!”

So tell me, dear reader-writer-fan-friend, what are your sleeping peculiarities? Do you sleep well away from home?

Sea Cucumber-nado

Yes, I confess. Arizona and I watched Sharknado last night. For those of you who haven’t yet experienced this gem, it’s a low-budget, campy laugh fest of a made-for-TV trainwreck by the same people (the SyFy channel) who brought you Megapiranha and Sharkoctupus vs. Crocosaurus. It premiered last week, blew up Twitter, and actually had its own front-page listing on Comcast’s On Demand menu. So, of course, it was a Sunday must-see for us.

Do I need to summarize the so-called plot? (Please don’t make me.) Suffice it to say that the title reflects things pretty well, both in subject matter and ludicrocity.

In the first five minutes, our conversation went something like this:

Arizona: Does California even get hurricanes?

Me: I think they’re called Typhoons in the Pacific.

Arizona: Isn’t that more Japan? I didn’t think California really got them.

Me: If this is the worst "time to suspend disbelief" moment in this movie, I’ll be surprised. I mean, really. Sharknado.

Arizona: Point made.

Long about the middle, amidst conversational gems such as, “Are the sharks really going to be hungry when they’ve just flown through the air and/or washed along a major freeway?” and “Wait, if the sharks are whizzing through the air due to the tornado, why do they fall when he shoots them?” Arizona says, “If the sharks are being sucked up out of the ocean and into the waterspout, why aren’t there other fish in there, too? Or an orca?”

Me: Because Perch-nado just didn’t have the same ring. Or Bass-nado.

Arizona: Right. Or Sea Cucumber-nado. Minnow-nado. Anemone-nado.

Me: Say that last one five times fast.

Suffice it to say that we had a whole lot of fun with this seriously silly movie, which included a plot twist at the end that neither of us saw coming (largely because we couldn’t figure out how it could be possible without some not-in-evidence scuba gear or a breathing tube or something). Because, yeah, campy sci-fi movies are a guilty pleasure of ours.

You know how there are certain movies you can watch over and over again, picking up from wherever? Mine include The Mummy, Armageddon and Independence Day, while one of his is The Goonies. Will Sharknado go on that list? Probably not, but it was perfect for a Sunday night laugh.

What about you? Have you seen Sharknado yet? Is it on your must-see list? What are some of your guilty-pleasure, watch them over and over movies?

Gone Fishin' ... er, Writin' ... er, Fishin' ...

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Hello to all! Did you have a fun holiday weekend? Did you have a holiday weekend at all? I know that assumes a location and lifestyle that may not be true. Nevertheless, Arizona and I did just have a four-day weekend, and as I managed to turn in my manuscript the day before (yay!), we got to kick back together and enjoy some truly excellent July hot-and-humid. (Oops, just typo’d that as ‘hot-and-human,’ which really isn’t what I’m going for here, though us humans got plenty hot at times.) And during this mini-vacation, we hooked up YellowBoat and went fishing.

YellowBoat is a small aluminum craft that Arizona’s parents bought in the 80s. Registered at various points in Arizona, the Carolinas, New York and now Connecticut, I suspect he could tell some tales. However, although we have been the current custodians of YellowBoat for three summers now, we haven’t done much with him … until yesterday when, freshly power washed and wearing his new CT registration stickers on his bow, he took to the seas once more for some near-shore action.

And, as we tried various methods to entice the too-smart fish, from trolling to dragging to casting with a variety of lures ranging from “I would totally wear that as an earring” to “ewugh, what is that supposed to be?” and Arizona took to commenting, “That’s why we call it ‘fishing’ and not ‘catching,’” I got to thinking that it all felt very familiar.

Casting a rubbery green minnow toward the bank, reeling it in, and throwing it out again … That’s totally like sending a proposal to my editor. Will she like this one more than the others on her desk? Will she snap this one up, or will it be the next, or the one after that?

Dropping a weighted fake shrimpy-thing over the side and leaving it on the bottom while the boat drifts … that’s like writing the book. Will it work today, or will the words come slowly or not at all, stuck somewhere on a mental lobster pot deep below the surface?

Trolling with a bright green spoon that twirls and shimmies at the surface far behind YellowBoat … That’s like sending a new book out into the world—will I hook the readers? Will they buy up the copies or lie in wait to see if someone else tries it first?

The life of an author, rather like fishing, is a whole lot of prep-and-execution time interspersed with highs (fish on!) and lows (did I mention I caught a boat? oops. sorry about that lure you’ve had since high school). But if there’s one thing I can take home from fishing with Arizona, it’s that when there’s little guarantee of huge success on a given day, you just gotta enjoy the process.

So how about you? Do you prefer a hobby (or career!) where the harder you work the better you get, or do you like something that also has an element of lightning-strike luck to it, too?

It's a marathon!

Just a short post today, guys, as I'm in the homestretch of getting a book in to my editor, and need every second I can get to write!

Amusingly, my Yahoo! horoscope for today is: You need to step up the pace a little -- but just staying in the game is most important, so prioritize stamina over sprinting if need be. Your perseverance is practically a guarantee of success!

Ha! I'll totally take it, and feel like this is true about so many things in my life right now--writing, promoting Summer at Mustang Ridge, losing weight, paying down debt, saving money, trying to add to our little family ... In fact, I think I'll aim for a little instant gratification when I turn in this book. I'm thinking it's New Purse time, and will do some browsing the minute I hit 'SEND' on this book.

In the meantime, tell me ... what's your treat to yourself when you hit a big goal after months (or longer) of slogging away? What does your horoscope say today? What was your funniest/most appropriate horoscope to date?

Wishing you the very best :)

Jesse