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We’re Almost There!

Is it possible to be both excited and depressed when you have a book coming out? It is for me, I guess. You see, Genilee received the proofs of “<Twist of Fate and has begun the final read. That is not only a great relief to both of us, but a great joy. We are in the last phases of publishing our first ‘baby’.
I understand from talking with other authors that our book has progressed fairly rapidly. But when you are the one waiting, the process seems to take forever. It is especially hard for me, however, because once it is written, my eyes are too bad to do any proofreading or editing. This is the part that depresses me—I would dearly like to be doing more work on polishing the book. I have the time, being fully retired, but am not able physically to do the work.
Hence – I am joyful and depressed all at the same time!
So I keep busy writing. I am working steadily on my fifth book, which is quite different because it is not a mystery. It is a book of short stories centered around different holidays. There are a couple of small mysteries in it, some romance and some fairly religious stories. The variety keeps my mind buzzing with ideas. The stories run through my mind every time I close my eyes. I suspect this is something all authors go through.
Last time I mentioned that I wrote a weekly column for a newspaper. I ended each ‘Apron Strings’’ with a recipe. I am not going to do that on a regular basis here, but I did have a request that I will honor this week. This recipe is special to me because it was always requested by my oldest daughter Monya for the Christmas season. It’s not easy because you have to watch it every minute – and stir constantly. I can’t say it was always a joy to prepare – but like with writing, it is worth the extra trouble!
ENGLISH TOFFEE
1 # sugar (2 cups)
1 block coating chocolate (or 1 bag semi chocolatte chips and 1/4 inch shaved paraffin)
1 #butter (or margarine)
½ cup finely chopped walnuts
¼ tspn salt

Best made in a skillet. Put sugar in skillet; then butter already cut into small pieces. Cook over high heat until melted. Heat to medium and continue cooking until a dark amber color. Stir constantly, scraping the edges to prevent burning. Continue cooking until mixture reaches hard crack stage (290 degrees F).
Pour on shallow cooling tray (cookie sheet) While this is cooling, melt chocolate (or chips and paraffin) in double boiler. When melted, pour half over toffee mixture. Coat with half of the nuts. Refrigerate until chocolate is firm. Take out and turn toffee over. Coat with remaining chocolate mixture and nuts. Refrigerate. Break into small pieces and store until ready to serve. –Sharon Swope

 
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Posted by on October 30, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

Writer’s Cramps

For two years I had no trouble writing stories. Of course there were the inevitable slow periods when you have to establish a routine to keep yourself writing. But after the agreement came in from Spectacle Media Publishing Group to get my first book out there, my creative juices were really flowing. At least until the time for that group’s staff to do their part in getting us published came into play and the waiting period began. Although I know it hasn’t been unusually long in getting our book in print, I seem to have lost some of my enthusiasm. I guess at my age, I need to know that someone is reading what I write.
For over thirty years I had that satisfaction because I wrote a column for a weekly newspaper. I guess this made me used to having almost instantaneous response to what I was writing. The column, which was called “Apron Strings,” was about my children and my life back then, but it always ended with a recipe, especially once I got that helpful tip established. Then people were not only anxious to read the escapades of my family, but they wanted that final benefit: a recipe, and they began to send me scads of suggestions. I would weigh ten tons today if I had tried every recipe sent.
I know most people reading this blog don’t care about recipes, but blogging is similar to writing that column in that the readers want to hear aspects of your life as an author. Fortunately, what I have to report right now is great news. That wonderful time when our first book, Twist of Fate, will be published is nearing: the ebook should be out end of October/beginning of November and printed versions will be available before Christmas. As I’ve waited, I haven’t really slowed much: I have rewritten book number 2, Wretched Fate, and reread and corrected book number 3, Fate of the Violet Eyes. Meanwhile, book number 4 in the Sam Osborne series, which doesn’t yet have a title, is completely written but needs work. I even have first drafts for nine-tenths of book number 5, which is a compilation of short stories.
Still, while I’m steadily picking away at all of those projects, I must confess that until I actually see something in print, I feel I’ve reached a stumbling block, which has extended to trying to come up with blog topics. So, dear readers, I’m returning to my old habits and ending with a recipe today. Try it: it doesn’t sound like much but it’s really delicious and just enough different to make it fun to prepare. Oh, and we really should give it a writing theme so I’ll call it:
INSPIRATION SALAD
½ head broccoli
1 cup chopped pecans
½ head cauliflower
1-cup raisins
1 large onion
1 cup cheddar cheese, grated

Sauce Mix
1/2 cup sugar or splenda
3 T. vinegar
1-cup mayonnaise or salad dressing
Instructions: chop broccoli, cauliflower, onion, raisins, and pecans; place in large salad bowl Add cheese. Mix sauce ingredients; toss with vegetables, etc. Will keep well for several days.

And while you’re waiting: get to work on that next book project!

— Sharon Swope

 
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Posted by on October 19, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Getting lost in our passion

What is it about writing that quickens my pulse, that takes my mind completely away from the mundane moments that make up so much of life, that brings fresh air into my lungs? I know there are multiple forms of artistic expression, and I know that I could be good at many of them, with the right direction and study. I’m a creator by nature, a trait I picked up from my own dear mom, who has succeeded at everything from crewel to quilting to oil painting to figure painting. Her initials are scrawled on many objects.
But my canvas has always been the blank paper or computer screen that calls for words. I’ve been writing since I was about 10 years old and got my very first diary. And I have taken true pleasure in most of what I’ve done as I graduated from diary to short stories to poetry and then found a way to make a living as a freelance writer and finally a magazine editor. But now, as I near retirement years, I have finally found a path back to what I’ve wanted to do since I was a child: write creatively.

The truly wonderful gift of finding this path at the ripe young age of 58 is that it no longer contains unrealistic expectations. When I was young and dreaming about the possibilities, I assumed the dream came with fame, and maybe a small fortune (enough to put me in a picturesque cottage in New England or living in the mountains so that the ocean or those peaks would serve as inspiration). I live in Dumfries, VA (or as we hicks like to call it – Dumb Fries), and I accept that fact since it includes a wonderful husband, beautiful daughter, career that keeps me interested and some good friends and neighbors. I don’t have a cottage or mountain get away. And I certainly don’t have the fortune. But life has taught me neither has anything to do with happiness.

In the mean time, I’ve found a front door to fulfillment, which is a giant chunk of the happiness pie, by finding a way to work with my own mom in writing books.
There are some mornings when the hour I’ve set aside for creative endeavor finds me forcing myself to sit at the computer and begin. But there are no mornings when I get up after that hour willing to go back to my regular work or daily routine, because what happens in that hour transforms me. The words I am working with that day surround me, beckon to me, excite me and get my blood pumping like it hasn’t pumped in years. And when I get up with great effort to begin the rest of my day, I say a little “thanks” to God for letting me lose myself completely in my passion.

 

 
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Posted by on October 10, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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The bipolar life of writing

Although I’ve been writing all of my life and spent many weeknights and weekends working on creative pieces, I’m fairly new to the author’s profession. Twist of Fate will be the first book I’ve had published. Like my coauthor and mother, I wish I’d started earlier; but I’m ever so glad I finally got around to it.

However, I have to admit being an author is driving me insane.

You get to the end of that first draft, and you’re ecstatic. Finally, I’ve finished a whole book. You celebrate with a glass of cheap wine and a bubble bath. The next day, you begin reading through it again and realize how much work there is yet to be done. That’s a tough morning, but you get through it, and you settle back into your writing routine. Many more weeks of work pass. A second draft, a third draft, and one day you just realize: this is as done as I can be. You’re ecstatic—you’re finished at last. You celebrate with an expensive glass of fine wine and a massage.

But then the real work begins—you need to find a publisher. You become your own secretary spending months researching on the Internet, narrowing the list of places to solicit to those that might be interested in your story. Then, 55 rejection letters and many crying jags later, you receive two emails in the same day asking for more info, the full manuscript. A contract arrives. You’re ecstatic. You pop open the bubbly—real champagne. You take your husband to dinner.

And then the real waiting begins. The publisher has a lot of projects in the hopper and an editing/approval process to get through with each one. You understand that reality, but begin biting your nails as weeks, then months go by. You get back comments from the publisher, go through several more drafts, keep your spirits going in between drafts by writing, writing, writing on other projects. Your hair gets a little grayer. You add a few worry lines. A mock-up of the cover arrives, and you try hard not to run screaming through the neighborhood: the book is coming, the book is coming!

Then one day, an email arrives that sends you over the top: “Twist of Fate’s publication date will be mid October.” It’s time to buy champagne for the entire neighborhood, massages for all your favorite friends, dinners for your entire family and gift baskets for every person who helped with the book.

OK. That last bit didn’t really happen yet, and I’m trying hard to contain my urges to celebrate. But I can see that being an author is dangerous – at best you’ll go broke. And at worst, you’ll be glad several of your dear friends are psychologists!

—Genilee Swope parente

 
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Posted by on September 25, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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A Stumbling Block

 

I’d like to share with you another reason why I couldn’t seem to complete a story until I was 82: I had a major stumbling block. 

The block revolved around the main hero Danny Jones in my first book Twist of Fate (soon to be published!). 

When I was about thirteen I had a movie idol; his name was Gene Reynolds.  He always played a certain kind of young, wandering tough guy that became my image of Danny.  The trouble was I couldn’t get him down on paper. I needed him to be uneducated, but at the same time sure of himself, tough on the outside and tender underneath. I discovered early in my story imaginations that centered on him as the main character that it is a lot easier watching someone on the movie screen than putting him down on paper.

My dilemma was: how could he really appeal to a society girl when he had no education, no money and (in my character’s part) no home?  How could he have nothing yet avoid breaking the law?  Why wasn’t he constantly in trouble with the authorities?  How could he be smart but never attend school? In the case of Twist of Fate, he also needed to have the capability to finish school in a hurry despite not having attended public school since he was young. He had to have a means to learn to read and then access to someone who could teach him.

There seemed to be a million questions about Danny that I couldn’t answer to my own satisfaction when I tried to put him down on paper.  Every time I tried, I couldn’t find the answers to my questions.

As I’ve said, when I was 82, I made up my mind that if I was ever going to write, I had better get busy. But once I did, somehow the answers came to all my questions about Danny in the form of the character Gus, with whom I eventually fell deeply in love. Strangely, this gentle man who taught Danny to survive just came to me. Once I sat down and starting to write about Danny and his thoughts, the character of Gus came into the picture.  It was a strange birth for an old man, but one of the characters that I believe is strongest in the book, even though he’s not in most of the plot.

              When I finished the book, I kept Danny in my next three books playing small parts in my Sam Osborne mysteries while new characters were being born. Now, I am working on a book of Holiday Short Stories, my first attempt at writing shorter pieces, and I’m learning how very much fun creating those characters can be.  Once you get past a stumbling block, the process of creation begins to flow naturally.

 
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Posted by on September 12, 2012 in Uncategorized

 
Aside

The art of patience

Although my title suggests I’m about to give you tips on how to live through that awful period of “radio silence” when your editor is giving a final polish to your book and you have no publication date yet but many people asking when they can see your creation, I’m afraid I can’t do that. I can only tell you there is no “art” involved with patience. Only fingernail biting and finding ways to keep going instead of losing steam or getting angry with promises that don’t arrive when you expect them.

Patience, as the saying goes, is a virtue, and one that doesn’t come naturally to most of us.

You’ve spent every free moment for the last year and a half writing, squeezed out as much material as you can from the cells in your brain that birth creativity, put feelings and emotions you didn’t know you had into your work. So why do you have to wait to share it with the world?

I say it’s because you are not writing just for yourself, but for your readers. If you care enough about what you do to want to get it into the hands of the right audience – the people who feel something similar to what you felt when you created your masterpiece in the first place – you have to take the right steps. In the publishing world, that means waiting for the decision makers – editors, production people, then the marketing staff – to do their jobs and do them right. They are in the business to make money and if you’ve placed your creation in their hands and they asked for a contract, that means they believe in your project. But they need time to make it happen.

Only a handful of artists are lucky enough not be forced to play the waiting game, and that handful probably doesn’t appreciate success to the degree that you will if you stick it out. The important thing is to never give up.

And while you’re waiting, work on the less polished aspects of your art. Finish that second book; write a short story; start a blog. You’re supposed to be an artist, and that means, you’re supposed to love the journey as much as the destination. If you’re awaiting arrival at the next station, just remember your can always distract yourself by working on a side trip.

 

 

The art of pati…

 
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Posted by on September 1, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Why oh Why Did it Take So Long?

Every time I sit at the computer to write, I ask myself the same question, “Why on earth did I wait until I was 82 to actually try to write a book?”
Here I am at 84 now and I can barely read a written page. My eyes seem to get worse each day because I have macular degeneration. If my son hadn’t put a “man” on my computer to read what I write [an automated program that reads the words to me], I couldn’t do it now – but I have wanted to write as far back as I can remember. Why haven’t I done it?
I suppose part of the answer is lack of encouragement. Oh, I knew I had the ability and skill. I am quite good at conversation, putting together plots, and coming up with characters. The trouble was (and still is) that I am terrible at description. Luckily, this is my daughter Genilee’s strongpoint in writing, along with great editing skills. I think the real reason I didn’t put down some of my ideas, however, is that I was afraid of what others would think of my writing.
Of course, there are also those great daily excuses for not actually sitting down and writing out the stories constantly running through my mind—by this I mean the everyday demands on my life as a wife, mother of four and office manager for my husband’s business. And don’t get me wrong: I WAS writing—I wrote a recipe column for over 30 years for my husband’s newspaper. The recipes were incidental really; the columns were stories about what was going on in the raising of my children.
But I also could have made time to write down my stories. Why didn’t I? The true answer lies within one of the characters in my first book, Twist of Fate. I’ll tell you more the next time we meet. Maybe by then, you’ll be able to read the book!
8-15 From Sharon Swope, author of soon-to-be-released Twist of Fate

 
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Posted by on August 16, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Our journey into blogging

We now enter the world of blogging. Site under construction.

 
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Posted by on August 8, 2012 in Uncategorized