New title

Whoo hoo!!!  My agent loved the revised version of the manuscript, and she even admitted she cried twice at the end.  She suggested three minor fix-ups, and I need to prepare a bio and other such info to help with the submission, but then the novel is heading out to publishers.

She suggested an altered version of the title:

In the Shadow of Blackbirds

The new name certainly adds to the dark tone of the book, plus it's more original than the single-word title (there are a few books already called Blackbird).  I switched the name in the "Books" section of this site, and I like how it looks sitting there in big, bold print.

While the novel embarks upon its journey into the world, I'll be keeping busy with a month of guests and giveaways at Suburban Vampire in February.  We'll be celebrating vampire love over there.  Come over for a visit.

Here Come the Angsty Fairy Tales

I have a weak spot for fairy tales.  I loved them as a child, and I fell even deeper in love with them after taking a fairy tale course in college.  The class covered everything from the historical reasons behind wicked stepmothers to the gritty original Brothers Grimm endings (did you know Cinderella's stepsisters cut off parts of their feet to fit into the glass slipper? And they dripped trails of blood?).  

Therefore, I'm highly interested in the angsty versions of fairy tales—geared toward the YA fantasy-loving audience—coming to movie theaters in the near future.  Even though I'm often a purist when it comes to classic stories, I find myself secretly trying to guess the human identity of the werewolf whenever I see the trailer for Red Riding Hood (see below).  Online tidbits about Snow White and the Huntsman and Maleficent pique my interest like a candy-covered cottage.

I admit, the finished projects might be best enjoyed if one is under the age of twenty.  Catherine Hardwicke, director of the first Twilight movie, helmed Red Riding Hood, and there is certainly a Twilight-y vibe in the trailer.  But I'm a person who's tempted by books and films that promise to be "modern fairy tales" or "bedtime stories come to life."  I'll be seeing these movies. 

Like my college course taught me, the oral fairy tale tradition means these well-known stories grow and change throughout the years.  Even the Grimms themselves might understand our modern enjoyment of Snow Whites who kick butt and the portrayal of woodsmen as heartthrobs instead of hairy axemen.  If these are the ingredients we need to deal with the dangers of today's world, then bring on the rebooted tales.  

When to stop revising a manuscript

This afternoon I finished the revisions my agent requested.  To celebrate, I took myself out to lunch at Arby's and read the Golden Globes wrap-up report in today's Entertainment Weekly (cue Puddy from Seinfeld saying, "Feels like an Arby's night").

Here are the telltales signs I'm ready to submit a draft: 

1. When I read the scenes that don't require heavy revisions, my mind starts to drift.  I find myself heading over to Twitter to see what's going on with people I don't even know, checking in with IMDB for new movie trailers, and snickering at viral videos I'd normally ignore when I'm submerged in a writing project.

2. The wording that's been bugging me finally sounds right to my ear.  I spent over an hour working on three short paragraphs in a scene the other night, fussing and polishing, and by the next morning the section finally read the way I'd hoped.  Typically, when I reach the later stage of revisions, there will be about five or so key scenes that bug me until I pick at them and get them just right.

3. I finally stop rewriting sentences in my head in the shower and instead remember that I did indeed use the shampoo before I applied the conditioner.

4. I feel like I've fully endured my characters' journeys with them and physically experience their emotions.  Yesterday, I felt queasy when I read a newer scene in which my protagonist vomits.  I had been struggling with the sentence mechanics, but when I finally got the scene right, I honestly felt sick to my stomach.  Today I also teared up in a place where I've never done so before.

5. I get the tingly sensation in my stomach that's telling me it's time to submit.  The possibilities are wide open; optimism is high. You reach a point where you have to force yourself to stop obsessing over phrases and send that puppy out the door.