I am pleased to welcome fellow She Writes author and blogger Jessica Vealitzek to my author spotlight.

1.         Where are you from? Arlington Heights, Illinois

2.         Tell us your latest news? I’m currently editing a final draft of my first novel, Straight Through. I also started a blog in February called True STORIES www.jessicavealitzek.com, which has been really fun to write. It gives me a break from the tediousness of editing.

3.         When and why did you begin writing? According to my parents, I wrote my first story (“The Easter Bunny”) to draw attention away from my brother, who had written a fantastic poem that everyone was raving about. The bug bit me and I haven’t stopped since. Luckily, I enjoy it for more than the attention now.

4.         What inspired you to write your first book? Having children made me realize that my “someday” plan was now.

5.         How did you come up with your title? At one point, one of my character says, “There’s no way around it. We’ll have to go straight through.” When I typed that sentence, I thought, “Huh. That pretty much sums up the whole thing.” The characters are just trying to weather some hard experiences, to find their way. And there’s no other way but head on.

6.         Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? The only way to live and live happily is to be true to yourself, and to welcome others into your life.   

7.       Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members. She Writes! It’s a fantastic site and the members, both newbies and established writers, are wonderfully supportive.

8.       Do you see writing as a career? I do, and I didn’t always. I’ve wanted to write a novel since I knew what a novel was, but I put it off and found writing jobs that paid me for hours worked. I’m finally giving myself permission to sit in a room and write for no money.

9.       What was the hardest part of writing your book? Organization. I wrote whatever parts I felt like writing on a given day, and revised as I went along. It was hard to then go back and organize for clarity and consistency.     

10.       Do you have any advice for other writers? Follow your instincts. Often, the first way I write a line is the best way. I was taught to write, cross out, and rewrite. Then repeat 10 times. That doesn’t always work for me. If I try too hard, it doesn’t sound right and honest.

Thanks, Jessica, and good luck with the book!

Please join me in welcoming Regina Swint, a member of the U.S. Armed Forces, a publisher and the author of The Other Side of 30.

1.         When did you first consider yourself a writer?
In the spring of my freshman year in college, I took my first creative writing course.  Many of my classmates had written and published books, won contests, been to conferences and workshops, and knew so many technical things about the craft, I felt clumsy and amateurish, but I knew that I loved writing, and the course title, “Creative Writing,” was all it took for me to be hooked.  After a critiquing session, when reading over my notes, I read a classmate’s comments.  “You’re the best writer in this class.”  She said that she enjoyed my voice and my sense of humor.  That small vote of confidence was like my first validation from a reader who wasn’t a close friend or family member.  That was all it took for me to see that writing loves me back.  Sometimes.

2.         How did you come up with the title?
Throughout my 20s, I was regularly indecently propositioned by married men, all of whose invitations I declined.  In my late 20s, one man called me uppity and picky for turning down his advances.  He said that I wouldn’t look good forever, and that I should realize how scarce men are; that the older I got, the scarcer men would be, so I might as well get off my high horse.  When I declined him again, his response were something like, “See how high and mighty you are on the other side of thirty.”

I wrote The Other Side of 30 in an attempt to consider the perspective of a woman who actually bought that load of hooey, and I built scenarios around what might happen as a result of some of her choices that were motivated by that line of thinking.

3.         Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
The Other Side of 30 is a story of one woman’s life inside of the glass house.  The message is that anyone can cross the line to the other side of right for any number of reasons, even when you ought to know better.  I tried to write the story from a perspective that I haven’t lived, and to write without judgement of a behavior of which many of us readily disapprove.  I attempted to make the main character, while behaving badly, as sympathetic and relatable as possible, hoping to provoke readers to thought without judgment.

4.       Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
In an attempt to make the characters credible, I based several of them on real people, real personalities, and some of the story on a few actual locations and events, but more than 95% of it comes straight out of my imagination.

5.       What are your current projects?
In addition to preparing for a 2nd Edition release of The Other Side of 30, my latest project is a collaborative effort of several writers and artists, which I hope to release this fall, under my own small publishing house, New Renaissance Ink, LLC.  It will be called Up from Here, and 100% of its proceeds will be donated to a Washington, DC-based organization, Teaching for Change (www.teachingforchange.org).

 I’m also working on an idea for a short work tentatively titled Monsters Under the Bed, which will share some of my experiences from my deployment to Afghanistan.  My plan is for ninety percent of the proceeds from this project to also go to charity, though I’m not sure which one  yet.  It may evolve into a work of fiction, depending on how many creative liberties I need to take.  Monsters Under the Bed will require a lot of extra care because I want to be sure to do justice to the story I’m trying to tell and the people who may be a part of it. 

I’m also working with two new writers, Stephanie Duke Miller and Michael Makins, on books that I hope to publish next spring.  My plan for these projects is to pay the authors 40% of the proceeds in royalties, donate 40% to selected charities, and take 20% to reinvest back into the publishing house and its expenses.

6.       Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.
My fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Shawn Fish, was/is instrumental in developing and nurturing my creativity, staying motivated, and trying to make a positive impact on the lives of others through my writing.

7.       If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
I would have not continued to make changes AFTER my book had been edited.  I would also have taken less advice from family and friends about the book cover.  It probably would have made the designer’s job a little easier, and I would have had a cover that matched my initial concept.

8.       Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
I became interested in writing because of my uncle Harvey, who was a tremendous talent.  He wrote poems, and he made simple words tell the best stories.  His words moved people, and I wanted to do that.  After I retire from the Army in a few years, I may pursue writing and publishing as a full-time career.

9.       Do you have any advice for other writers?
Read as much as you can.  Reading helps develop better writing skills.  Remember that there’s a difference between taking your writing seriously and taking yourself too seriously.  Respect the craft completely, but be willing to laugh at yourself sometimes, especially in the face of criticism.  EVERYBODY needs editing.  If anyone ever tells you that you don’t need any editing, thank them for the compliment; but then get a professional editor.  Editors are a great investment.

10.       Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Thank you for reading.  Ninety percent of the proceeds from the sale of The Other Side of 30 is donated in equal parts to The Army Wounded Warrior Program, The Wounded Warrior Project, and The Armed Forces Retirement Home (formerly Old Soldier’s Home and U.S. Soldier’s and Airmen’s Home).

For more information, go to www.ryswint.com

Take a look at Writer Beware’s most notable posts of 2011.  This watchdog group provides an invaluable service to us writers.

My first novel took thirteen years to finish.  My second novel took three years.  I’ve made a pledge to start my third novel in 2012, and as I’m not getting any younger, I need to speed up my writing process.  Toward this goal, I’m learning all I can about the craft.  In doing some research, I came across this Glimmer Train list of writing tips that could save me tons of time.  I’m going to print it and tack it above my computer.    

One of my favorite parts of writing fiction is writing good dialogue; dialogue that’s quick and smart and doesn’t slow the reader down.  Over the years, I’ve done tremendous research on the elements of good dialogue and I’ve shared some of my findings on Deanna Proach’s blog, De’s Stories.  I’d love to hear some of your tips.

Dan Poynter is a leading authority on book publishing.  In addition to his over seventy-six books, he produces a free monthly newsletter on writing, publishing and promotion.  I am proud to have my writing tip on Page 10 of the December issue.

This is fun!  The recently launched I Write Like checks which writer you write like by analyzing your word choice and writing style and comparing them with those of the famous writers. I pasted the first few paragraphs of Husbands May Come and Go but Friends are Forever, and it turns out that I write like Stephen King.  Who knew?  On the website, you can subscribe to a free newsletter to help you write better (who writes better than Stephen King?) and receive monthly tips on writing.  Give it a try and let me know who you write like.

When I read, I find myself skimming over lengthy description. That’s why I never liked reading Michener.  Description is usually boring.  But sometimes you have to describe a person, place, or thing.  So how do you know if your descriptions work?  Some experts contend that the easiest way to detect a new writer is to look for the overuse, or misuse of adjectives and adverbs. Also, it can be demeaning to the reader when the writer fills in every last detail for her.  It assumes she has no imagination of her own.   In fiction, it’s important that description advances the story; that it creates an emotional response for the reader.  There are a million ways to write description. As writers, our challenge is to find fresh ways to describe people, places, or things  that not only reflect the tone of the story, but also keep our readers engaged and curious.  That’s description that works.

So you want to write a novel.

What’s stopping you?

You’ve read hundreds of books and there were many that made you think “I could write a better book than that.”

Again I ask, what’s stopping you?

You have lots of ideas that would make good stories, maybe even a movie. People tell you all the time that you have “a way with words”. You love to tell stories and you cringe when you listen to a poorly told tale. The bottom line is that you could write a book if you wanted to.

So why don’t you want to?

Maybe you’ve started doing it once, or even twice, but never got around to finishing because…(insert your excuse here).

That’s right, I said excuse.

Does that offend you?

Are you thinking “this guy doesn’t know me, doesn’t know my life.” Maybe you think that the things that prevented you from starting, or finishing that masterpiece are inconceivable to me.

You’re wrong.

How do I know?

Because I’ve been there – more than once. I’ve been there and each time I had a list of very impressive reasons for not doing it. The thing is, they weren’t reasons…they were excuses, I was just to thick-headed to admit that.

Don’t believe me? Well let me tell you a story…

One night in the late fall of 1984, at the age of 23, I was sitting in my apartment after my 3 year-old son had gone to bed. The routine of sitting alone every night (I was a single parent) was getting very old. On this particular night, I don’t know why but my mind was restless and refused to be satisfied with watching TV again. Before I knew it there was a voice in my head telling me to write something.

“Write what?” I asked.

“Just start writing,” the voice told me. “And I’ll take over.”

Perhaps out of sheer boredom I took out a pad and a pen, turned the TV off and sat at the kitchen table waiting for something to happen.

Believe it or not, within five minutes the pen was moving and words were beginning to fill the page.

I can still remember the first line…

“Hello, my name is Max, and have I got a story for you.”

That’s about all I remember and for reasons you will soon learn, the rest will remain a mystery forever.

Over the course of the next few months I would sit at the kitchen table every night after my son was sleeping soundly under his Transformers blanket and continue writing Max’s story.

Max was a troubled soul with a very cynical outlook who was tired of being taken advantage of and being a punching bag for anyone who felt like taking a shot at him. (Oddly parallel to the way I viewed my own life at the time.)

The pages continued filling and it wasn’t long before I began entertaining the thought that Max’s story might make a good book.

Then came Thanksgiving and all of the associated distractions. The pad and pen sat on the kitchen table waiting patiently for me to return.

Before I could blink it was almost Christmas. Another two or three weeks of non-production. Max’s story remained on the table like a jilted lover who refuses to give up hope.

Shortly after New Years I came down with Bronchitis. Who wants to write when you’re certain you’ll be dead before morning?

When springtime came the pile of pages still sat on the table in exactly the same place I had left them before Thanksgiving.

Spring in New England is like a rebirth. After months of seclusion and isolation, the long gray days that preceded the dark cold nights finally give way to sunshine and warmth making the thought of another minute spent indoors simply unbearable.

A girlfriend was helping me with some spring cleaning one Saturday afternoon and she asked me “What do you want to do with these papers?”

Not wanting anyone to know about Max, I quickly gathered them up, tucked them in a box, and hid them in a closet. That was the beginning of Max’s demise.

Summertime meant softball season and there was no time to write. Fall meant the start of pre-school for my son and once again, no time to write. Then came Halloween, with a four-year-old, are you kidding me? Then Thanksgiving melted into Christmas again and I found myself working a second job just to keep my head above water. Write? Yeah – not happening.

And so it went, day after day, month after month and year after year. Always there remained that belief that I would finish Max’s story “someday.”

In the fall of 1987, three years after Max was conceived, I landed a new job that required me to move. When I dug the box containing Max out of the closet I looked at it with a mixture of fondness and shame as I carried it to the dumpster.

I was moving…new job, new life, no time for the extra baggage.

You might say that Max died in-utero.

Two years later, out of the blue, inspiration struck me again.

I had been reading quite a bit about Karma and other such things and I had been spending countless hours pondering how the universe works.

I started writing again. I didn’t attempt to revive Max, he was resting in peace. The new story would go where Max hadn’t gone. It would not be the story of one person; it was going to be about many people. The key would be the way each of their lives was affected by each of the other’s.

It was a stroke of genius, there was no doubt in my mind that it would surely be a best seller, probably a smash movie as well.

I started writing. The story grew faster than a field of dandelions and each page gave me a new burst of enthusiasm. After 15 chapters I took a huge step – I told somebody about the story. It was my best friend’s wife who was gracious enough to read it and encouraged me to continue, which I did.

Then something happened that I never expected. I met a woman who I wanted to be with every minute of every day. In retrospect, it was nothing more than puppy love on steroids but at the time it was larger than life. Certainly more important than writing.

Six months later the relationship ended in a flash, much the same way it had begun, but now it was Christmas time and my son’s taste in toys was getting more expensive. I started working as much overtime as I could. Any nights that I wasn’t working late I was much too tired to write.

After the holidays I found myself with a bad case of “woe-is-me-itis.” Broke, alone, raising a child by myself, I was not exactly over-flowing with creative energy.

As time passed and I found many more reasons for not writing. I’m broke, I have to work, I have things to do, there’s a good movie on cable, I have to rearrange my sock drawer.

The reasons (notice I was still calling them “reasons”) were as unlimited and unique as snowflakes during a blizzard.

Another book bites the dust.

In April of 2006, more than 20 years after Max, I was living in Florida and my life was in uncharted territory, again.

One night I had a dream about two old friends. It was a strange dream that, like most dreams, had no beginning and no end. It was a snippet from a bizarre story that had been cut out of the middle. It was up to me to piece the ends on.

On my way to work the following morning I began creating the rest of the story. I reached deep into the corners of my imagination to extract a beginning and an end to the story I had dreamt. By the time I arrived at work the nucleus of the story was formed and I jotted down the main points. When I got home that evening I sat down in front of the computer and starting typing.

This time I told myself there would be no excuses. That’s right, I finally admitted to myself that the only thing that had prevented me from finishing my first two attempts…was me. I just didn’t make it a high enough priority. I would not allow that to happen again. Finishing this book, even if it never saw the light of day, would be a top priority, not a distraction to be displaced by any convenient event.

My schedule became simple and predictable. Work, Write, Sleep. If I had an opportunity to do something else I would choose to write instead. Every spare minute I had was devoted (and devotion is probably a perfect word, because that is what is required.) to writing. I became a recluse.

After more than a year, and countless urges to quit, I finally held in my hand a completed first draft.

Unfortunately this story doesn’t end here.

As I said, I had completed the first draft. Now I took my stack of unbound pages and began reading them, all the time asking myself “What the hell were you thinking?”

This pile of run-on sentences, spelling atrocities and grammatical felonies was barely worth the paper it was printed on.

Thus began Phase II of the process – the re-write.

Another four months of solitude spent in front of the computer. When I was finished (again) I read through it, again. Much better. In fact I felt it was now good enough to give to other people for feedback.

I gave a copy to my brother, another to my sister and a few to some friends. Then I sat back and waited for the praise to come flooding back.

It was a good theory.

The copies came back all right, they came back looking like they had been used as dressing for combat wounds. Red ink obliterated my prose. It was like a series of body-blows to a boxer in the twelfth round of a heavy weight fight.

I was now faced with two options.

I could walk away and use the old “Hey, at least I tried” defense or I could face the reality that writing a book is just not easy. In fact – it’s a lot of work.

I chose the latter.

Back to the computer for another re-write, which was followed by yet another re-write. When people say to me “Oh, you wrote a book?” I answer “Yes I did – I wrote it five times.”

By Christmas of 2007, almost two years after I began, it was finally finished. In July, 2009 my book (ironically titled “Living the Dream”) was published. You won’t find it on the New York Times Bestseller List and I’m haven’t been able to quit my day job…yet, but it’s out there.

So that, my friend, is how I know that your “reasons” are really excuses?

Writing a book is a fantastic accomplishment, one that will fill you with pride even before you sell a single copy, but don’t kid yourself, it is not like building a model car or painting the den. It is a long, arduous, demanding and at times demoralizing task. It requires dedication, commitment and tenacity on top of talent and ability.

In fact, all of the talent and ability in the world will not overcome a lackadaisical attitude.

There is only one way to write a book and that is to stop making excuses and just do it. If you can’t make that commitment there’s always painting the den.

Remember – “The person who really wants to do something finds a way; the other person finds an excuse.”

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