The ultimate post-modern historical

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The Lemoine Affair by Marcel Proust, newly translated from the French, is a puzzle of a book — or so I gather from its description. It's a novella, a series of essays — pastiches — about an early 20th-century con-artist scandal, but as told in the differing styles of Balzac, Flaubert, Saint-Simon and other French writers.

Got that? It's as if a current-day author published a historical account as told by well-known authors of the past. Fiction upon fiction upon fact.

Proust, of course, is well known for Remembrance of Things Past (or In Search of Lost Time). If I were clever, I'm sure I could come up with a better title for The Lemoine Affair, something along the lines of In Search of Lost Remembrances by Past Authors. Suggestions welcome!

"A delicious little bonbon," to quote one review. Irresistible, I'd say. And possibly a fun sort of exercise for a writer to play with, I think.


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Amazon link to The Lemoine Affair: http://tinyurl.com/dc4kgl
Sandra Gulland's website: http://www.sandragulland.com/
Sandra Gulland's blog: http://sandragulland.blogspot.com/

Daily Routines

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Daily Routines is a wonderful blog about how different writers work. I love this quote, in particular, by Paul Auster:

Writing is physical for me. I always have the sense that the words are coming out of my body, not just my mind. I write in longhand, and the pen is scratching the words onto the page. I can even hear the words being written. So much of the effort that goes into writing prose for me is about making sentences that capture the music that I’m hearing in my head. It takes a lot of work, writing, writing, and rewriting to get the music exactly the way you want it to be. That music is a physical force.

Right now I'm so removed from writing I'm beginning to feel sick. Most of my attention is on revising my website, getting ready for a blog tour, correspondence and pressing household matters.

Meanwhile: waiting ... waiting for editorial feedback from an editor. Waiting never seems to get easier. What I need to do is just write.


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Daily Routines can be found at: http://dailyroutines.typepad.com/daily_routines/
My blog: http://sandragulland.blogspot.com/
My website: http://www.sandragulland.com/
My newsletter sign-up: http://sandragulland.com/contacts/index.html

Inspiration give and take

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Through LinkedIn, I recently made contact with a woman I "knew" years ago, in the days when I used to participate in a writers' group on Salon.com. The moderator at that time was (and perhaps still is) MaryElizabeth Williams. We had a number of conversations about writing mothers (as I recall): she was about to have a baby and was working on a magazine article.

I dropped her a line yesterday, and she wrote back:

Of course I remember you! You were such a huge inspiration to me when I was writing my book. I kept you in my mind as someone who had the desire to write and the DISCIPLINE to do it, every day. I wrote mine at nights while the kids slept. Somehow got it done -- it just came out two weeks ago.

This comes at a time when I'm feeling quite low in the discipline department. I am reminded of myself. Somehow, all this is like an ocean — inspiration going out, and then coming back. (If I were a poet I could say this better, I know.)

MaryElizabeth Williams's book is Gimme Shelter, an account (in the Amazon description) "of the recent inflation of the real estate bubble and its economic—and emotional—impact on middle-class families." A timely and important subject if ever there was one.



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Link to Gimme Shelter: http://tinyurl.com/daqaeh
Sandra Gulland's website: http://www.sandragulland.com/
Sandra Gulland's newsletter sign-up: http://sandragulland.com/contacts/index.html

Another great list from C.M. Mayo

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Yet another wonderful "list" from C. M. Mayo: Ten Tools for Organizing a Novel-in-Progress.

How many times have I reached into my bag, searching for a pen and paper, thinking, with disgust, "What kind of writer am I?" One must always have a pen and something to write on.

By writing things down, I don’t lose them and also—this is subtle, but crucial—by keeping pen and paper with me at all times, I signal to my "artist self," I’m ready to write.

And, since I'm a sucker for gadgets, I made note of this:

But when I finally took David Allen’s advice in Getting Things Done and started using a labeler—mine is a Brother PT-18R—I realized what I had was—I’m not kidding—a mental health tool. Chapter 4? Labeled. Notes on Minor Characters? Labeled. Very Zen.

Thank you, Catherine, once again.

[Catherine's article may be found at: http://tinyurl.com/de4or8]

Books for novelists

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I met Catherine Mayo last year in San Miguel at the San Miguel Writers' Conference. Since then I've been keeping in touch with her through her blog(s), Facebook, and now ... sigh ... Twitter (the latest in Net addiction). As well as charming, she's a wonderful writer and teacher.

She has a historical novel coming out soon: The Last Prince of the Mexican Empire. I am very much looking forward to reading it.

But the subject of this post is the list of books she recommends for novelists. Many of my own favorites are on it:

From Where You Dream: The Process of Writing Fiction by Robert Olen Butler;

Story: Substance, Structure, Style, and the Principles of Screenwriting
by Robert McKee;

Thirteen Ways of Looking at the Novel by Jane Smiley.

But there are a number I know nothing about. This one I will definitely be ordering:

The War of Art: Winning the Creative Battle
by Steven Pressfield.

Because the writing life is often a war: a battle for time, for discipline.


[Note — for the list, go to: http://tinyurl.com/cdmlmx]

Promotion BUZZZZ

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I seem to have no self-control. (Failed it in Grade 3.) Now that I'm approaching the launch of the paperback editions of Mistress of the Sun, it's all I can think about. My bedside notepad is no longer full of midnight scribbles on character and plot. Now it's all thoughts about my newsletter, my website, a possible podcast series, my blogs. (Okay, in truth there is one scribbled note about my plot — and a good one, at that.)

The problem with promotion is that it is, like most things, a bottomless pit. The other problem is that I love it. This morning, for example, I found out from Deanna McFadden, the wonderful digital guru at HarperCollins Canada, that they can give me a widget (I only learned the meaning of this word this year) that will display the contents of my book on almost any website. Very elegant! (My own quibble with this widget is that the cover used is an early draft that makes poor Petite look a little strange. Also, it would be nice to include a first chapter.)

In any case, the mind boggles. Now ... if only I could sleep.

Website woes

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I don't think there are many things more trying than renovating a website ... a house, perhaps. In anticipation of the release of the paperback editions of Mistress of the Sun, I've been giving my somewhat complex website an up-date.

Or, rather, I've been telling others what I want done. This is strenuous when it's a matter of "a little bit bigger," "no smaller," "no, a bit to the right." If only I could do it myself! It's both expensive (very!) and trying. Which is why I'm this minute downloading a trial of DreamWeaver software.

I'm fussy about the appearance of my site ... and lucky, too, to have had Karen Templer (now of Readerville.com fame) and her then-business-partner Mignon design the original. Their web design company was called Quiet Space: which gives you an idea of their aesthetic. They were literary — rare in the tech world — as well as artists.

But the world moves on, not always quietly, and changes must be made. And so ... will I wade into the horrors of HTML? When I should be researching and paying bills and answering emails and ... ? I doubt it!

This is where we live

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I have a feeling I might have posted this here before, but I'll take a risk and post it again — it's so beautiful: a world of books.

http://vimeo.com/2295261

As stated on the site:

A film for 4th Estate Publishers' 25th Anniversary. Produced by Apt Studio and Asylum Films.

The film was produced in stop-motion over 3 weeks in Autumn 2008. Each scene was shot on a home-made dolly by an insane bunch of animators....

I've sent my plot off to my L.A. editor, then plunged into website renovation in anticipation of a Blog Tour. More on that later!

Adam Braver discussion on Readerville ... continued

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The Adam Braver discussion on Readerville.com is over (although it will no doubt remain on-line). A number of things were said about that favorite subject of mine: the line between fact and fiction.

Karen Templer:

... any historical record has gaps in it, things we don’t and can’t know. If a writer takes the liberty of filling in those gaps, then we’re looking at fiction rather than nonfiction. But there’s no bright line between fiction and nonfiction ... , and historical fiction (for want of a better term for books-that-include-real-people-or-events) is a long continuum. “Girl with a Pearl Earring” has real people in it, but the story is entirely fiction. Nobody knows who the girl was; Tracy made the whole thing up. So let’s say a book like that goes at the fiction end of the continuum. Then at the other end, what would be the nonfiction end, you’ve got a book like Capote’s, where it’s extensively researched and based not very loosely at all on real people and events, but narrative devices are used in the telling of those events. So it’s closer to documentary, but it’s literary documentary.

Adam Braver, in responding to a number of posts, said:

... the nature of storytelling has always been a combination of real details and added details--sometimes consciously for the sake of narrative, and sometimes unconsciously, as our memories reconstruct the events for a better narrative. So in that vein, I don’t mind these blends.

And then he said something very dear to my heart:

On an ethical level, however, I do think one has to be upfront with a reader, as there becomes an implied contract.

I think this "contract" — often in the form of an Author's Note — is important in fact-based fiction. The reader needs to know where he or she stands.

Braver again:

Most of the unbelievable stuff is the real stuff. My imagination works best at seeping through the cracks, not in creating the larger than life structures.

That's often how I work.

Here's from Karen again:

It makes no sense, I know, but when I hear “historical fiction” I think of events/people further back in history than the ’60s. But I’d also have a hard time applying it to a book like yours with a more (pardon the term) postmodern structure. Can a thing be postmodern historical fiction? I don’t know. But I think I’m sticking with “literary documentary” when trying to describe your work in particular.

And so, a new genre is born: postmodern historical fiction. I love it.

Plot concerns from a fan

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I've just sent the 14th draft of the plot of The Next Novel to my L.A. editor. Such a deep "sigh!" when I pressed send! I'm getting closer ... I think.

I answered emails from readers on the week-end. One I got was a first for me: a serious response to my struggles with research (as posted on my research blog) and what that meant with respect to the plot of The Next Novel. He (or she: I don't know) was concerned that I was headed in the wrong direction:

As a fan of your writing, I should probably have some faith that the Next Novel is going to be great, regardless of how you decide to organize the plot. However, I must admit that I'm a little dispirited by the direction in which your research seems to be leading you.

With permission, I've posted the letter in full on my research blog because it very much deals with the interpretations of historical account with respect to the Affair of the Poisons.

Novelists, even ones who are rigorous about the facts, have an obligation, first and foremost, to telling a good story.

I agree with this reader that story is the most important thing. As a writer, I do "massage" the historical record for the sake of story, but it's hard to write passionately about something for years and years if I suspect it's not true: and right now, I have some doubt about the extent of Athénaïs's guilt.

Part of my personal motivation for writing about history is to explore that reality — but what is the reality? I may not really know what I think about this until I'm into the bowels of the very last draft, years from now.

[Note: my research blog URL is http://17thcenturyresearch.blogspot.com/]

Erica Jong, trooper poet

I heard Erica Jong speak recently. I went out of curiosity to see the author of Fear of Flying. It was her first novel, and, if I remember correctly, it sold 18 million in 27 languages. But most of all it shook the world with its frank eroticism, told from a woman's point-of-view.

I thought she would be 90 by now, but she looks like a contemporary (that is, early-60-something). She was natural and open — authentic: she charmed the audience. "Being famous means that an awful lot of people know the wrong things about you." True. I didn't know that she is — first, first, and first — a poet. I didn't know she'd won awards. I didn't know she was such a hard-working writer. The fame of Fear of Flying was something she said she had to deal with, ignore. It was, for her, both a blessing and a curse.

Some snippets from her talk:

She spent all of her 20s trying to write Fear of Flying. She rewrites a lot and gives up often -- pulling a manuscript back out of the drawer years later.

She talked about the subject of a poem before reading. For one, she explained that Sapho's poetry was discovered on the papyrus used to wrap a mummified sacred alligator. "That's the type of thing that drives a poet crazy." I agree!

She's now working on what she called "auto-fiction" (a term created by a French professor): autobiography + fiction. "Life has no plot," she said, so the true account must be reshaped to create a story. (The process is the same for biographical fiction.)

She's written a book on writing called Seducing the Demon; Writing for my Life. I'm interested in reading it.

Thowing turnips

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I keep this quote by my desk. I absolutely love it.

"I cannot tell you what work I spent upon the fugue scene! Brain work excites and exhausts me so preposterously, I prowl up and down till every limb aches fit to come off, and I cry like fifty fools, and rub my hair on end, and break or crush anything that is between my fingers for its sins — and am so found by the maid who announces callers or some other detail of sub-lunary existence! And then I feel inclined to throw turnips at my own head and ask myself — if you're played out like this over a tale the length of a halfpenny tract, whereabouts would you be with a novel?"
— Juliana Horatia Ewing, 1884

stories + memories + facts = history

I've posted before about Adam Braver's novel, Nov 22, 1963. It's a novel about that day, the day President Kennedy was shot, but mostly it's a novel about Jackie Kennedy. It's beautifully, artfully, achingly spare: a work of art in words.

I'm excited about his participation on Readerville.com this week: click here if you're interested. I'm especially interested, because of that subject so dear to me (for obvious reasons): the intersection of fact and fiction.

To quote Braver:

One of the things that I’d been thinking about for the past couple of years is the equation: stories + memories + facts = history. This doesn’t necessarily have to apply to history as “the historical record,” but also to our family histories, personal histories, social histories, etc. From a writing standpoint, it was also about finding the somewhat artificial distinction between genres--namely fiction and nonfiction. When you deal with facts, memories, and stories, I’m not sure it’s possible that anything can be pure fiction or pure truth.

I love this:

I really wanted to write a book that consciously combined those elements: where the facts were facts, the stories were stories, and the memories were memories. Put them together in one space, yet let each one speak for itself.

And this:

I’ve always been attracted to books that allow the quiet moments to tell a bigger story, and, I suppose, I was trying to follow in that suit. It wasn’t a matter so much of sifting through so much information, and then whittling it down. It was that conscious/subconscious radar for finding the little yet moving details.

I sent the current draft of the plot off this morning for a writers' group meet this coming Friday, so I'll have some time to following this fascinating Braver dialogue.

One-track-mind syndrome: blessing or curse?

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I suffer from one-track-mind syndrome. This is both a curse and a blessing. Once I'm hooked on trying to figure out The Plot, I'm gone, from 5:00 in the morning until 9:00 at night. Puzzle, puzzle, puzzle. I have zillions of emails awaiting answers, and a scramble of notes to unscramble from the SMA Writers' Workshops ... and, and, and.

I'm meeting with my writing buddy Susan McKinney tomorrow, to swap notes from the Workshops, and so, under "deadline" pressure, I'll type up my notes now. (And print it all out for Sue.)


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Jeanne Ralston, author of The Accidental Lavender Queen, gave a workshop on writing memoir. I was interested because I write memoir, of a sort -- only not my own. I got a lot out of it. Her wisdoms:

"Start in the middle of the middle." And then back-track. There is a danger in back-tracking, especially early on — one writer calls it "premature flashback" — but it did make me consider opening The Next Novel with a first person account in the middle of the middle, and then beginning at the beginning in third person, and then ending with an epilogue in the first person to round it out. All this in a flash.

She took an on-line course (from mediabistro.com) on writing a book proposal, and this forced her to really think through what the book would be about, forced her to come up with that impossible one-sentence description which would form "the spine" of the book, that touchstone for every scene.

Here's the first draft one-sentence I came up with for The Next Novel:

A rag-poor daughter of a theatrical star leaves the make-believe world of the theatre for the Court — the so-called "real" world of power and wealth — only to discover that it's a sham at the core.

This sentence will change a million times, but it's a start.

I also thought of another title possibility during this workshop: Lost in the Hall of Mirrors. (Opinions on this?) The current working title is The False Enchantments, or False Enchantment, or ... ? I'll be seeking for years, I suspect.

Jeanne writes three drafts:

1. In the first, everything goes down, typing "TK" for stuff to come.
2. In the second, she works on the structure and filling in the TKs.
3. In the third, she makes the language sing.

We talked in class of a movie technique: putting every scene on a 3x5 card and then grading them A, B, C. Throw out B & C and then move the A's around.
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Susan Page, an organizer of the event, suggested, at one point, that it was important to write down two things:

1. Your goal.
2. What is the distinctive contribution that your writing makes to the world.

(Frankly, such questions always stump me.)
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The panel discussions were fantastic. On a panel on the Brave New World of Publishing, friend Lulu Torbet came up with a winning title: How to Grow Your Penis While Shrinking your Mortgage.
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I took Paul Headrick's course in literary journals. Some day — perhaps between the first and second drafts of TNN (The Next Novel) — I'd like to try to place a short story or poem.

He covered the full spectrum of the different types of journals, and (of course) suggested aiming for a modest first publication, and then inching up. He said never to pay to enter a contest and to make sure that it will be a blind submission. Also to send a thank-you for any editorial feedback. Journals are often partial to those in their region because of their funding.
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Josephine Humphries gave a wonderful keynote opening speech. She opened with a story about her friend Kate Gibons, who had been invited to speak to a university. Mid-way through, she felt ill, and quickly excused herself to get to the washroom, and — cursing — throw-up. The organizer came in: "How are you doing?" "I'm fine now." "Perhaps we should remove this," the organizer said. The mike! The students gave her a huge applause when she emerged.

She kept in her wallet for one full year a damning review of a book written by the man who had written a bad review of her own book. (I love hearing stories like that.)
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I also took the workshop given by two enterprising souls on how to get to #1 on the Amazon.com list. Interesting concepts, which I will be discussing with Sue tomorrow. Not for me, I don't think — but things to be learned, nonetheless.
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Nina Burleigh, author of Unholy Business, gave a wonderful talk on writing non-fiction. Two things that jumped out at me:

1. The storyline: that which drives the story along.
2. She took a book she greatly admired, analyzed it and used its structure.

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And those are my notes. There was lots, lots more. All in all, it was an extremely stimulating few days.

Translator Love

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There are many surprises in becoming a published writer: suddenly one has an intense relationship with readers, bookstore clerks, editors. But the relationship with a translator is the most intimate of all. A translator really knows your words, has lived and wrestled with them for months, has had to dig deep to recreate your world into the words of another culture, another history. This is akin to magic.

I recently got a very moving letter from Hana Brezakova, the woman who translates my work into Czech for Talpress in Prague. She has given me permission to quote from it here:

Dear Sandra,

Accept my warmest greetings and my deepest admiration. My name is Hana Brezakova, I'm from the Czech Republic, and for almost 18 years I've been working as a translator for the publishing house Talpress from Prague. It could actually be said I'm their "Court translator." There have been many beautiful books I translated during those years, and some of them thoroughly enraptured my heart. I don't dare to compare the work of a writer and a translator, but in some ways it's similar, as I give the story, the novel and its characters a new life in quite a different language, and in doing so, I more often than not have a deep relationship with some characters and their fates.

One of my favourite "heroines" was Josephine, Napoleon's wife, and truthfully, I consider The Many Lives & Secret Sorrows of Josephine B., Tales of Passion, Tales of Woe and The Last Great Dance on Earth the best ones I've done so far. It was a happy period of my life when I was translating your books.

By the way, the Josephine B. Trilogy was very well accepted in the Czech Republic, and met with great success. A friend of mine has read them three times; they have become her favourite ones....

At the moment I'm translating another book of yours — Mistress of the Sun — another enchanting and breathtaking story that thoroughly enchanted me.

My life has changed a bit since Josephine, and whilst then I lived in a little village not far from Prague, now I'm working on my translation practically on the bank of the Okanagan Lake in Canadian Kelowna, BC, where I'm with my Czech-Canadian friend for a couple of months. Life can turn upside down now and then, but I'm happy all in all, and living through the fate of lovely Petite when I work on my translation for several hours a day helps me a lot.

With best wishes, your admirer and translator of your books for Czech readers,

Hana

It's awkward to follow-up such a moving letter with details of day-to-day life, but I do want to mention that yesterday I also received a book ordered from France: Madame de Montespan et la Légende des Poisons by Jean Lemoine, a French historian I admire greatly. I inhaled this book, eager to know his thesis — his verdict regarding the guilt or innocence of Athénaïs with respect to dealings in Black Magic, Spanish Fly, infanticide. The plot of The Next Novel hinges on this crucial question: was she guilty? I'll be posting more on this on my research blog: here.

On Giving Readings

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I so enjoyed my PEN reading last night — and everyone else seemed to, as well. I don't know the count, but the theatre was almost full, so my guess is about 150, perhaps more — which is excellent.

This time I followed some of the advice given in one of the workshops I had taken at the SMA Writers' Conference this last weekend. The workshop was on giving readings, by Terrence Hill, author of the delightful "Two Guys Read..." series, and a fabulous presenter himself.

His wisdoms:

It's not a reading, it's a performance.

Wear something odd, or come in costume.

Know exactly what you're going to read.

Select your reading based on the audience.

Select readings that form a story.

Offer to write your introduction.

Rehearse, rehearse, rehearse.

Time your presentation.

Arrange for someone to ask the first question, in order to break the ice at the beginning of the question and answer period.

Arrive early and see what's missing. Check the room and the equipment.

Show your book to the audience, but don't read from it. Read from an edited print-out.

Write out everything, even the asides.

End early.

Prepare a closing: "Thank you for listening.

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I very much like Terrence's approach. In many ways, I've been doing much of it already; he confirmed that I was on the right track. I much preferred reading from copy in 16-point type than from a marked-up book, which can be difficult to handle.

One thing I used for the first time was a spring-loaded notebook, a gift from the wonderful writer, Merilyn Simonds. Instead of a scramble of loose sheets or cards, this time I had this elegant portfolio that lay beautifully flat on the podium. It has become essential to me now. I highly recommend it.

The Day After

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It's the day after the San Miguel writers' conference week-end and my brain is buzzing. So stimulating! My own workshop on Net promotion for writers went very well. I'm thinking of making the information available on-line ... but first, first ...

First I have to give some thought to my PEN lecture tomorrow afternoon. I need to have a look at my usual talk, revise it for the occasion, and incorporate some of the things I learned at the conference.

And then: practice, practice, practice. My gown is ironed and ready to go. I checked it: I can still get into it — but barely!

And then, quickly, before it all slips away, I need to organize my Conference notes.

Wednesday, the day after the PEN lecture, will be the first day of a two month "free period": time to settle into normal life. Time to get at the plot of The Next Novel.

(Photo credit: James Brylowski)

Virtually: face-to-face with book clubs

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Okay, the New Age has begun. Sort of. Sitting here in San Miguel de Allende, at my office desk, I chatted face-to-face with the members of the East Grand Rapids book club in Michigan. They had their glasses of wine and I had my glass of water. (Next time I set up a video visit with a club, I'll ask: "And what will we be drinking?")

We chatted back and forth for about 45 minutes: they could see me, and I could see them (or at least those who were in the line-of-sight of their computer camera-eye). Amazing ... but it was not without a few glitches.

Here's how it went:

First, we both had membership in Skype.com (free), broadband computer access, and computers with a video capacity. This can be built-in, or you can buy a USB camera for very little.

We set up a time. This can be tricky because of time zones.

I fussed a bit before they called. My computer was on, Skype was open, I was "available". All set. But I didn't know how I would look to them, so I opened iChat and clicked the video camera icon. And there I was: in need of make-up, a better top, perhaps a scarf — and definitely better lighting.

It was rather like setting up a camera shoot. I tidied my office, propped the computer up on a book for better camera shot, closed my curtains, turned on a lamp. Reminded myself not to stare at the screen with my mouth hanging open. And to sit up straight (yes, mother).

And then the call, so like a phone ringing. I clicked answer, and we were connected. "Hello?" Only I could see myself, but not them. Humm. We decided to try again.

Hang up, quit Skype, reopen Skype, click the telephone icon. Aha: now I could see them, and they could see me — but their image was "frozen," not moving. So, once again...

Hang up, quit Skype, reopen Skype, click the telephone icon. Ah! We could all see each other, and we were moving ... and talking!

It was great — we had a real visit! It was very much like sitting and chatting with a book club, but different – both more remote (we were not face-to-face), but also more intimate, in a way. Because I was in my office, for example, I could show them the stack of papers I was working on: the outline of The Next Novel.

The technology was a bit balky -- the video quality reminded me of shots of men walking on the moon. There was a bit of a lag, sometimes, both in sound and visually, and a few times there was a bit of a freeze. (This may differ depending on net speed and time of day.)

But all in all: fantastic! So thank you, East Grand Rapids Book Club, for helping me to figure this out. Brave New Worlds ... here I come!

P.S. I love the way, when I open Skype, it says: Take a deep breath. I do, every time.

Moved to speak; moved to write

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Every writer will recognize the feeling: you're trying to fall asleep and words form in your mind, sentences, thoughts, essays, scenes. Finally, you get up and write something down -- just a word or two, just enough to pull it all back in the morning.

The feeling reminds me of being in a Quaker meeting, that welling up of a thought that becomes so heart-pounding insistent that one is, as Quakers put it, "moved to speak." Being "moved to write" is similar, and it's important to have that scrap of paper and pencil handy.

Last night, it was thoughts about Jean Lemoine's biography of Claude — the heroine of The Next Novel — that kept me awake. I've posted the more academic of my thoughts on Baroque Explorations (my research blog): here.

But what I'd like to say here, is that Jean Lemoine's book is that quintesentially French academic publication with thick, cream-coloured, ragged-edged paper, no cover to speak of, just black-and-cream, no commercial hooks whatsoever. All brain.

(This is an example: don't you just swoon?)


It is the type of book you see filling the stalls of the bouquinistes along the river Seine. The type of book I've long cherished, and longed to have printed in my name. That's impossible, of course: I'm no academic and, too, I doubt that such books are even being published in France today.

Tant pis!

Beware the "Working Title"

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One of the things I did yesterday was tackle the claim form for the Google Library settlement. I love Google Book for research, but I'm not really happy about the settlement because — according to a New York Times Book Review article — it gives Google a monoply. The Google groups might be Good Guys now, but that may not always be the case.

Nonetheless, a settlement is a settlement, and my literary agency is advising their authors to fill out the claim form. I did, with the usual on-line form frustrations. But the puzzle (and surprise) was to discover that one of the Google Book listings for Mistress of the Sun is shown as: Mistress of the Sun; A Romantic Tragedy with Several Changes of Scene. Say what?!

Readers of this blog might recall that this was the title of a very early draft of this novel — possibly the first one submitted to HarperCollins, my Canadian publisher. My guess is that that was the title on the contract and that somehow it got picked up by Google Book. I'm rather charmed to discover this — I'm fond of this title — but it cautions me to be wary in the future. What I think of as a "working title" might easily become etched forever in the ethernet airwaves.

A Valentine for my readers

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I mentioned that I met with a group of readers from Little Rock a week or so ago. One of the members has written to my U.S. publicist to find out how to arrange a visit. (How I would enjoy that! This was a lively and fun-loving group: a pleasure to be with.) At the top of her letter was this charming heart, which I am passing on to you on this lovely Saint Valentine's Day.

Richard and I began the day with "surprise!" bouquets of roses to each other. I gave him a Valentine's Day card in Spanish: who knows what it might say! And then, because my coffee-maker is stratigically placed in my office (I recommend this strategy to all aspiring writers), I settled down to a little work on the plot. My recent research binge unearthed some unsettling but quite dramatic developments. I'm feeling both hopeful and excited — although still unsure about the ultimate and all-important question: is my heroine guilty?

Then I answered an email from my ever-efficient VA: how to podcast, details about my reading event in April. (She has achieved so much in very little time.)

And so now, to breakfast, and a wander out into this beautiful day. Happy Valentine's day, one and all.

Emerging from the Archives

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I've finally made it through to the end of the French biography of my heroine — sentence by slow sentence. Of course now my entire concept of Claude is different and the plot is going to have to be entirely changed. And also, of course, I should have carefully read this biography before I'd crafted the plot. I'd skimmed the book, but there was a great deal I didn't understand. Fact-based fiction can be so challenging!

But before I dive back into The Plot, I need to give some thought to the promotion workshop I'm giving in ten days, as well as the PEN lecture I'm giving shortly after. Plus two talk meets today: one with my VA (who has already done so much!), and another with a French translator about certain passages in the Bastille Archives that defy my understanding. And then, later in the day, another attempt at video conferencing in preparation for a book club meet next week. The first, last Tuesday, failed, using AIM. This time we're going to try using Skype.

I've two links to post here before signing off, both having to do with creativity. The first is a fantastic TED lecture by Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love, on creativity: click here to see it. She's amazing.

And the second is a blog post on "how to write a book" using computer technology: click here. The discussion that follows the blog is of interest, as well, and one certainly close to my heart, since I'm continually trying to figure out how best to use certain database programs such as DevonThink and Evernote and NoteBook. Each have limitations that I find frustrating and I've yet to sort out. (For those of my readers who get pangs of Mac-envy, I've learned that the best database program for historical researchers is OneNote—for PC only, alas.)

Catching up

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We've had house guests this week — very good friends — and it's amazing how busy the days and nights can get. Nonetheless, I've been working each morning on The Next Novel — mostly research at this point. I've been slowly wading through a French biography of my character. Some French is easier to read than others, and I find this historian's writing quite challenging.

Too often, too, I've had to deal with computer/software/Net frustrations. One morning my keyboard had a terrible stutter. The word "stutter," for example, would appear as ssssstuutteerrrrrr. Then suddenly, it's fine. Why?!

I'm also trying to figure out the technology involved in setting up a video conference with a book club. This has involved quite a bit of searching the Net for solutions to the error messages that kept popping up.

I've had corrections to make to my anthology essay; an interview for a magazine article; quite a bit of reader email; time spent trying to figure out how to qualify for the Net research site Jstor (this is on-going); on-going puzzle-time trying to figure out how to store my research documents (more on that to come); a visit with a wonderfully fun group of readers from Little Rock; and — now! at last! — correspondence with a woman who will be my VA (Virtual Assistant). Readers of this blog will know that I've been thinking about and searching for a VA for some time.

So, for now, back to wading through this French biography.

Big questions

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I mentioned earlier that I would answer reader letters today. (I've been lax!) It's a chore — but invariably a pleasure.

One young reader wrote with these questions:

I have always had a vague interest in writing historical fiction. How did you get into it? Do you have another job besides writing? How did you find a publisher?

I answered:
I got into writing novels because I love books and I wanted to write. I was a book editor at the time. I found an agent before I found a publisher, but it took many, many, many years. My advice is to persevere and just do it. Create a novel that you would want to read. Don't even think about trying to publish it until you have written five drafts, and all the readers you recruit to read it love it. It's rare to be able to publish a first novel, so think of yourself as being a student of writing. Writing is enough of a reward in itself.

Outline Swamp

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I've been working on the outline of The Next Novel. I had promised this next draft to my L.A. editor (Dan) today. Yesterday I sent him an email: no way! My agent had asked, back in November, if she could expect it at the end of January, and I had, "Oh, yes." At that time January was a distant world.

It surprises me what a time-consuming process this is. The outline is 40 pages, but it's double spaced, with lots of chunks in "invisible type" which I use to fade out scenes I'm in doubt of. (Putting them in outline purgatory.) I had imagined that I could read it through in one day, and then revise it the day later. The reading part is accurate, but the revising part is not. I seem to get through only about four or five pages a day.

The process is not so different from writing. With each line I'm asking: Would she really do that? How does she feel? What is their relationship? Can I cut this scene? Combine these? How can I make this scene more dramatic? And (the loathsome stickler): What are the facts?

A "What are the facts?" question sends me off into Research Land — and this can, and does, take hours. (See my post on my research blog: here.)

I've not worked out an outline so carefully before, and it remains to be seen if it's a worthwhile thing to do. Somehow I think so. I know that the novel that will eventually (miraculously) see the light of day will be quite different — writing is a process of discovery — but it's possible that I may be short-cutting that process by a few years of drafts by imagining it through in this way, over and over and over.

Today, Sunday chores: answer reader emails, attend to bills and filing, prepare for houseguests. But first, I'll just have a peek at the next page of the outline.