Monday, June 25, 2012

A Day in the Life Of - Part 2


The continuing saga ...

“Yesterday” – June 15, 2012
“Today” - JUNE 25, 2012

 FINALLY, the day has arrived! It is the fulfillment of one dream and the beginning of many others.

Such JOY and ANTICIPATION, and I could not even TELL why! I have wanted to shout the news OUT LOUD.

Instead, I had to be content with *whispering* to a few friends and family with a promise to KILL if they told anyone else.

All these emotions link to Part 1 of my post, A Day in the Life Of on June 15, 2012, and to my daughter, Courtney Potter). In January of 2012, she posted the story on blog of her author journey.  I was privileged to tag along with her then and for the thrill ride it has been to date; for that is what the journey has become. It has felt like a long one in some ways, but actually has been a relatively short one in others. We have arrived at the first destination - a mere stop along the way in her ‘dreams come true’ desire to become a career author - but a very important milestone (in many future ones to come)!

AND I AM SO EXCITED and CRAZY-HAPPY for Courtney!

BECAUSE …

HARPER COLLINS just bought Courtney’s contemporary young adult novel, Faking Normal. They made the final offer (and Courtney’s agent accepted the contract on her behalf) on June 15. It was Courtney’s 33rd birthday. What a wonderful, AMAZING present! Especially since it was a Very Nice Contract!

How beautiful is that!

And today, June 25 – a mere week later – Harper Collins announced the acquisition of Court’s manuscript in Publishers Weekly.  So now, NOW, we can TALK about it! Shew.  Thought I’d NEVER get to shout it out!

And so it begins. The life of an author. Writer. Wordsmith. Creator of memorable characters and purposeful plots. 

The deal validates all the long solitary hours of penning words on a legal pad or committing them to a laptop. It makes worthwhile the ‘nice’ rejections (though very encouraging, they were still read ‘no’) from agents and then a few editors. Writing is a business of rejections. Writers have to develop thick skins. (So do mamas).

I always wanted to write. I’ve scribbled stories and dreamed up characters all my life. I am a voracious reader, who secretly dreamed that *one day* I’d write a novel, too. I even took a short story writing class in 2003 and enjoyed every minute of it.  In the course of the class, I realized that I don’t really have what it takes to sustain a book-length plot, but I enjoyed the creative endeavor, and I learned a lot.

The desire to write runs in our family.

My dad told me he always wanted to write a book. He ‘settled’ for writing his Army memoir (and let me edit the draft), which was published by the county historical society as a tribute to veterans.  In 2001, Courtney and my sister and I put together an anthology of family anecdotes for my dad. The three of us enjoyed the process so much! When Daddy died in January of 2002, he had only had time to read one section, but it was clearly something he treasured.

As I did, my mother scribbled stories when she was young. And she liked to illustrate stories that her best friend wrote, too. My son remains fascinated with graphic novels and comic books. He keeps plots in his head and shares them with two friends who have the same interests. My sister has kept an extensive journal for many years; she has a story to tell as well; and one day, I believe she will.  I also have a cousin who is the author of three books.

We are a family of readers and writers.

Courtney is the only one of us who actually got down to it and DID IT! Writing is hard work. It requires consistent, persistent effort. It requires learning ‘the business’ and how to grow as a writer and how to polish your craft. The rest of us yearn, but Courtney did it!

And me? Court asked if I would help (would I?). She wanted grammar/English advice and someone to ‘talk’ the book with her. And that’s the way my part in this adventure began. Courtney excelled at writing non-fiction. She easily wrote reports and research papers and sermons (i.e. ‘talks’), even poems and skits as a part of college classes and then in her job as youth pastor. Though she’d written something all her life, had had a distinguished writing portfolio in high school, and had won a national short story contest, it had been years since she’d written something that required dialogue. Therefore, there was a slight learning curve for her when she began. I helped with punctuation and phrasing. I thought she had a GREAT plot outline for a YA fantasy novel, a genre that she loves to read. She wrote, then emailed me a chapter at a time; and I proofed it and emailed it back. And so on, again and  … again. We worked on and revised that book three times, shortening it, changing perspective and point of view, and even the plot  … over time. That first full-length novel was a great learning tool. And I still believe it has redeeming value, but for now, it resides in a folder on the desktop! Neither of us is ready to re-vise it again … yet! Meanwhile, Courtney joined a writing guild, The Society for Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) and attended her first Mid-South conference. She attended one session by Kelly Sonnack of the Andrea Brown Literary Agency in San Diego, CA, and told me that Kelly was her ‘dream agent.’ She just couldn’t believe she would ever be ‘good enough’ to attract representation by such an amazing agent!

Later that year, Court revealed a new plot idea she’d had. It took a year of writing, revising and proofing to get it to publishable standard. But in this one, a contemporary teen romance, Courtney found her writing style and her unique voice, and her genre. The words, the characters, the setting, all just flowed. I was amazed at the quantum leap in quality, in the depth of her writing with this book. When she submitted it to the fiction contest at SCBWI that fall, judges awarded it an Honorable Mention. We finished the book and began to submit it to agents for representation. There were many encouraging rejections!

Last fall, Courtney attended the national conference of SCBWI in Los Angeles. An editor at the conference gave her the best advice of her writing career. “Go home and write the book you HAVE to write!” That night in the CA hotel, Courtney began the first chapter of that book. And it is the one that got her three offers of representation by top agents in January of 2012 – a late Christmas present! Courtney realized one part of her dream when she accepted Kelly Sonnack of the Andrea Brown Literary Agency AS HER very own AGENT! It is the book that Harper Collins will publish (possibly 2014).

Courtney does the hard work, and all I do is move commas around and act the part of a watchdog for over-used words and phrases. IT IS SO MUCH FUN! I get to enjoy the pleasure of creation and suffer none of the birthing pains.

It is the fulfillment of one of my dreams.

Thank you, Courtney, for allowing me a part in your journey. Thank you, Kelly Sonnack, for believing.  Thank you, Rosemary Brosnan of Harper Collins, for sharing the vision.

Today, on June 25, 2012, Courtney’s deal is in Publisher’s Weekly!

Wow. That takes my breath away. (so  thankful!)

I CAN’T WAIT!!!!

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Ten Things I Love; No, Eleven



It is the dark of the moon … the middle of the night … and I am awake. AWAKE.
A.W.A.K.E.
As if I’ve had six-cups-of-coffee awake.  (Now I get the "eyes wide shut" thing.)

This is not usually a problem for me. I don’t need as much sleep as some people, so I tend to burn the midnight oil AND get up early. That's normally not a problem.  I'm comfortable with it ... most of the time.

Not so much tonight.

I went to bed and went to sleep. Then I woke up, and then I tossed and turned, making certain I stayed even more awake. Ever noticed how many body parts ache when you know you should be asleep? Vicious cycle!

So. Here I am at the computer thinking about Things and making a list. Let's view it as a form of “counting my blessings, instead of sheep” kind of thing.
                                                                                     Ten Things

  1. Coffee; really good coffee. (Okay, it doesn’t have to be that good.)
  2. Early mornings in the rocker on the front porch or in the Adirondack chairs by the pool, listening to birdsong, to crickets, to frogs, the owl who lives in the woods across the street. (With coffee … )
  3. Breezes.  Warm ones. Cool ones. If they gently stir the air, then I enjoy them on my face. 
  4. Crossword puzzles; the moderately difficult ones most of the time; really difficult ones some of the time and the feeling of accomplishment that comes with completion. The L.A. Times crossword is my favorite.
  5. Walking. A daily walk with a friend is a “feel good” on so many levels; conversation, exercise (insert pats on the back), and country scenery.
  6. A good book; reading fiction every day is necessary! I love words and the visual image they conjure up. I read character-driven romances, plot-driven murder mysteries, paranormal and fantasy novels with either, historical fiction, a tiny bit of sci-fi, and all genres of YA fiction because it is just so good.  And THE Good Book (non-fiction J of course). Hey, I am eclectic.
  7. Music; the kind that stirs me and causes goose bumps, either with provocative lyrics or with heart-stirring melody. I like haunting minor keys: Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah and Dance Me to the End of Love, Ravel’s Bolero, the trumpet solo from Rio Bravo , the theme from Exodus, The Sting, Chariots of Fire, 2001 A Space Odyssey
  8. Visually pleasing rooms; I feel a sense of contentment from pleasant surroundings, from rooms filled with color and good design and objects I have reason to love.  
  9. Flowers and foliage; the satisfaction that comes from color and texture and nature; the pleasure of seeing growth, but mostly the visual assault on the senses.
  10. The beach, where I enjoy some combination of the things above. I love the sand, the waves, the shells, the heat, the color and especially, the Huge-ness of God’s creation.

    And Eleven.

I’m so thankful and so very grateful for the blessings of a loving family and the close friends with whom I share my ten loves.

Sleepy …

Saturday, June 16, 2012

A Day in the Life Of - Part 1

Today ... June 15, 2012.
Yesterday ... June 15, 1979.

Both, auspicious days. Both, linked together in an auspicious way. Both, a new creation, a new begining, a Birth.

I can only write/talk/speak/breathe/shout about one of these days ... at this point. And yes, I'm being intentionally vague.

Thirty-three years ago on this day, we arose very early - the Hubs and I - and set off on a hoped for, worked for, planned for marvelous journey. Full of Emotions we were. Excited. Fearful. Thrilled. Nervous. Happy. Full of praises and thanksgiving. Grateful to the Lord for His blessings. Neither of us quite believing that THE DAY had - FINALLY - arrived.

Our second child, our daughter, was born a few hours later. We knew the baby would be special, a girl, and we knew she would complete our family. We already had a beautiful, blue-eyed-blonde son, an active little imp of six-and-a-half who kept us up and on our feet and filled our days with sunshine. We felt so blessed that we'd also get to be parents of a little girl; happy that our family would experience "one of each!"

Our little girl.
Courtney Cathryn Stevens. Blue-eyed and beautiful and blonde, like her big brother. And such a tomboy (stomping her foot at two, saying, "I not wearing that lace!"). Smart, thoughtful and kind Courtney.

We had labored to find two names that started with a C; we had in mind to call her CC. But no. After she arrived, she was clearly not a CC. She was Courtney. She fought to stay out of dresses, despised tap dance but loved gymnastics, and chose her brother's Matchbox cars and Action figures over her Cabbage Patch dolls. Athletic and strong ...varsity letters in softball, basketball and track, but softball was her passion. From T-ball through fast-pitch summer league, travel teams, high school, and college, she was the catcher who ran her teams with percision calls.

Tender-hearted Court, ever the un-selfish child, even as a toddler when she'd share her last bite of ice cream. Creative Court, ever the imaginative child, writing poems (published at age seven), making up games and stories, writing a play for first-graders when she was a fifth-grader, and winning a national short story contest in high school.  In college her creative writing side was side-tracked by her intuitive nature as she switched from communications to a major in counseling, but she continued writing skits, keeping a journal and public speaking. She earned two masters degrees and began a career as church youth director, working with children and teens, and continued writing.

With Courtney's birth on June 15, 1979, our family began a fun, adventure-filled ride through life! We have loved her, rejoiced with her, sorrowed with her, and enjoyed every minute, just as we have with her big brother. Her thirty-three years of passions and achievements have kept us busy and "on the road, again" through many different journeys.

We are thankful and grateful for our two children, both truly gifts of God.

And today, June 15, 2012, is no different. Today we arise early, the Hubs and I, setting off on a hoped for, worked for, planned for marvelous journey. Again. Full of Emotions we are. Excited. Fearful. Thrilled. Nervous. Happy. Full of praises and thanksgiving. Grateful to the Lord for His timely blessings. Neither of us quite believing that THIS DAY has - FINALLY - arrived. (Though we both had faith that it would. Someday.)

The emotions of both days are the same, and are linked together by our daughter, Courtney Cathryn Stevens.

And that's all I will say, all I am free to say ... today.
:-D

Stay tuned for Part 2.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

A Week in June

"We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the saltwater off our bodies and the sand out of our belongings." An astute (as always) observation by Erma Bombeck, one of my favorite columnists.

As the first week of June rolled in, our family congregated on a sunny beach in Fort Walton Beach, Florida, 2012, for our every-other-year reunion. Normally, we met in the odd years, but my "nine-decades-young" mother decided that life is too short to wait until 2013. She planned a bonus year trip, and all but the family of one grandchild found a way to arrange a week away from work. We arrived from Chattanooga, TN - Franklyn, TN - Mt. Pleasant, TN - Murray, KY- Bowling Green, KY and Kevil, KY. We occupied four condos at our favorite resort, all close together and on the bottom floor looking out over an expanse of white sand and emerald waves.

Let the "occupying" begin!

The location is well-loved, well known. The oldest of us have been visiting this resort since 1984, and the familiar is dear to us. So are the traditions that have grown through the years. Ours include: a family portrait, an evening meal eaten together at a local seafood restaurant and long days spent under bright blue beach umbrellas with foaming waves nearby and the "biggest sand pile" providing all the entertainment necessary. The adult couples sgn up to provide the rest of the evening meals for the entire group in turns (Family Law : someone must prepare a shrimpboil). The kids expect nightly flash-light crab hunts and early morning shell hunts; the adults gather for coffee on the patio after a daily walk through the bay neighborhoods. There's always the scent of sunscreen and cool Aloe lotion. Sun visors, hats, sunglasses and flipflops, boogie boards and big tubes and floats, sand toys and sand castles, kites and cameras - all make up the sunny fabric of our vacation. There's just no better place than the beach to entertain  children of all ages.

The gulf resembled a clear aqua lake the first few days. It was float paradise and easy supervision for parents and life guards. Mid week there was a full moon. The weather people claim the moon and the tides had nothing to do with the sea change that occurred, but overnight the water erupted into huge rollers and breaking waves at nine and ten feet high, something usually tied to the effects of a tropical storm. The skies remained sunny and there was no storm to explain the rough seas, but there was a powerful undertow and a fierce rip tide. The life guards flew red flags and warned swimmers to keep their feet on the sand and to go no further than thigh-deep, something that was difficult to maintain, given the ferocity of the waves. Only the surfers and paddle-boarders defied the warnings on our beach. But five miles away, out from Destin Harbor, three boats capsized at different times and pitched boaters into the water. The ten people were rescued, though there were some injuries. But two swimmers, an eighteen year old boy and a thirteen year old girl, drowned. Caught in the riptide, they were unable to last until rescuers could reach them. My heart breaks for the families these two teens left behind. Their loss is unimaginable.

Each summer, the thought of what could happen, of what is possible, briefly enters my mind as I fold clothes into suitcases and stuff beach things into totes. The sea is no amusement park ride, no thrill with tightly snapped seat belts and controlled action. We step into the salty brine and act as if we are in charge. We flirt with the seas and the awesome power of God, with creatures who see us as prey, and we believe we are invincible. As much fun as it is to ride the big waves, it is never wise to ignore their power. 

We'll still go. We'll still brave the rough water and protect ourselves from the sun. There will be another trip, another week where we enjoy the beach, meet old friends and have a wonderful time in the sand. But as we delight in the awesome orange, purple and pink-streaked sky at sunset and the pastel sunrise at dawn, I can only be  grateful that my family is safe. I pay homage to Almighty God for the beauty of the world He created, and I revere His power in creation.

And I'm very thankful that our week in June was such a marvelous one.