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Trying to Give Back

I recently called the principal of my hometown high school before Christmas. I told him who I was and that I was a former student, and that I would like to give a talk to the students about finding their dreams. I said I had succeeded somewhat in my field, mentioned the book, but told him I wouldn’t be selling anything with the talk. Just said I wanted to tell them I’m from where you are, I went out with this vision, and this is how I put in the work to make it happen. He told me to call back after Christmas and we would plan something.

So I did. Mid-January. I think he was surprised to hear back from me. He looked at the school calendar, and he found me a Friday morning where he could arrange for me to speak to the graduating seniors and tell my story.

Why am I bothering? I’m not even going to hand out my bookmarks unless someone asks me directly how to buy the book. I’m not going to make any money. So why?

The only inspirational speakers I ever remember coming to my school when I was there were trusties from the state penitentiary. They told us how they wound up in jail and to not do what they did or we would, too. (The 80s were a very strange time in lots of ways) We all pretty well got that message.

But what if someone had ever come and said, “It’s okay to have big dreams! It’s okay to want more for yourself that what you see around you! You can do it!” That would have lifted my heart immensely. Especially someone I could identify with, like me.

So that’s what I want to do for these kids. I have no illusions that they’ll be excited or if they’ll even listen. But maybe I can plant that spark in somebody. I’m going to try.

Revision Finished!

So last night I finished the last few issues I had discovered in Looking for Home at the first of January! I managed most of the revisions and took two sections out of the book–they were short scenes, and while I knew what I had meant to do when I first wrote them, when I came back around to them, the story was cleaner for me having taken those sections out. All done!

So now it’s the waiting game. I sent it out to six beta readers, which sounds like a lot. But I had many, many more people read Hurricane Baby through the years than that. And each person had expressed a desire to read it when I got finished. So there you go!

So what’s next?

Some papers for conferences are next in the writing queue. I’m thinking about trying to write a few craft articles, which I’ve never done, and shop them around a bit. I want to read more. Maybe think about the next book? Too soon? 🙂

I feel very satisfied with this draft as a draft–there are areas that need work, especially in the first section. So we will see what suggestions come across the transom! Have a great week!

MORE GOOD NEWS!

I found out this week that Hurricane Baby: Stories has been nominated for a Mississippi Institute of Arts and Letters 2025 Fiction Award! I had heard of this award but didn’t know much about it; you can look up more information about it here.

I asked who the other nominees in my category were, and I was blown away. Only a few small press books were on the list–the rest were all with the big New York presses. Almost all of them I had heard of except two that were debut authors like me. To be included in such company with my first fiction work was astounding to me. It’s still blowing my mind.

So that was that.

In other news, I have podcasts, interviews, talks, and conferences to get going on in the rest of the month and in February. I need to write out my talks to present them, and that’s going to be interesting. One is a talk on how to go after your goals and dreams, and the other is how I figured out why I write and what I write. I have the basics of that one already typed out–it will just need a good bit of tweaking.

Aaaand I finished revising the first section of my work-in-progress, aaaand I realized I had too many fight scenes in it. Four one right after the other and one in the next to the last chapter. %$#@#$%. I don’t want the character in that many fights. So I’m definitely going to cut one scene and rearrange the others so it’s not one right after the other. I still can’t believe I did that.

So a really really high high, a middling low, and the rest business as usual. Except a year ago I could not imagine such a life for myself. Praise be!

Book Club Meeting

I went to Ridgeland to a meeting for the What Would Cathy Read? Book Club at a nice restaurant in a mixed-use development, featuring shopping, hotels, offices, townhomes, and restaurants. My very good writing friend Marlo was a member of this club and host for the night, so everyone read Hurricane Baby, and I came to discuss it with them–eighteen people including me and Marlo.

I talked about how I wrote the book, then Marlo asked me to share how I got it published. Another lady asked if the stories were based off of real people I knew or read about. I get that question a lot, and I think it’s because I’ve tried to hew to the humanity of the characters and so readers feel like they have to be real people. I took another craft question, then since I had talked about my experience of Hurricane Katrina, everyone else felt safe to share theirs.

Then Marlo asked what I was working on now, and I talked a bit about Looking For Home, the book I’m still revising on. I didn’t give away many details about it, so that was good.

I think for my next book club event, I’m going to have people write questions and put them in a container, and I’ll draw from it and answer. I possibly do have another upcoming one that a childhood friend is a member of–they put all in titles in a hat and whichever one they draw is what they read. I look forward to possibly going to that one if it happens.

Really looking forward to the writing life this week–more podcasts, interviews, events, and writing. We will see how it all goes! Until next time!

Pontotoc County Library

(Picture above courtesy of Mary Jane Williams)

So my big event last week was going up to north Mississippi to Pontotoc and doing a reading, talk, and Q&A with almost thirty ladies that came out. I passed out my bookmarks and hope a few of them buy it. It was a very nice library, with books and seating and computer desks as well as a nice meeting room. The Garden Club arranged a lunch for the group with three delicious soups, cornbread muffins, and a tray of assorted cookies. So that was lovely.

I had typed notes to guide my talk into my note app on my phone, and that worked really well to keep me on track and keep me moving. Only a few of the ladies had already read it, and the library’s copy was checked out when I asked if I could take a picture of it. So that was fine. I talked about its publishing journey, I read part of the second story, and I opened the floor for questions. Mostly people wanted to ask about either Hurricane Katrina or how I wound up being published. So those were fine to talk about. I took up the whole hour, so I think it was a successful talk. My friend MJ took pictures that I need to get out of my phone and into my folder.

I was kind of stressed about it. All my other appearances had other authors involved, and this was really my first solo event. But I prepared well and think that paid off. We drove right back after it, trying to beat the snow home. But we did!

Thanks to all of you who read and support my website. I’m trying to be as candid as possible in writing these pieces, and I hope I’m succeeding. Seeing all of you reading the site makes me feel supported in this crazy journey called the writing life! Thanks again!

Tracking Progress

When New Years Day 2024 rolled around, I was about half-way through revising Cassie Beck’s story that ends Looking For Home–it was the most developed, so I began with it in November 2023. I decided to track my progress by writing my down what scene I had worked on and my word count for each day I wrote on it. I started on 1/3/24 with 1160 words. Very auspicious.

In February I hit a writing slump. All I could do was sit and stare at the computer. I was stuck on how to begin Carlton Dixon’s story and how to fill in the scenes I already had. Once the slump started in mid-February, I wrote one day from then to April–335 words on March 22. But I finally got my voice back on April 1 and wrote steadily from then until Thanksgiving 2024, when I finished Merrilyn Beck’s portion of the book.

So how am I going to track my progress with the revisions I already know need to be made?

Same notebook–I tallied up how many areas needed work in this revision. I came up with 22 spots. I highlighted the areas in yellow on the screen inside the document. So then I wrote down what needed to be done in each scene in a list in my notebook in list format. This January, I plan to go through the list, make the needed revision, then check it off my list in my notebook as I complete them.

Why am I doing this?

Because it helps me counter the lies that my critical mind tells itself of how I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m not accomplishing anything, how there’s no point in even going on with the work. Each line of accomplishment in my notebook represents a promise I kept to myself to bring this story out and share it. Seeing the accumulation of progress spurs me on to continue. A simple system–but enough of a one for me.

How do you keep track of what you’re doing and how you are progressing? Drop a note in the comments!

Happy Surprise

We get together and exchange gifts with my husband’s mother, his sister, her husband, and their sons every Christmas Day. This year I was opening a small present from my sister-in-law’s family and saw that it looked like a Christmas ornament, a porcelain star. I pulled it out of the package and turned it over.

This was the inscription:

“The year I was published. Julie Whitehead 2024.”

I was so stunned. I never knew there was even such a thing in the world as a personalized commemorative ornament like that. I went and gave my sister-in-law a hug and told her I loved it.

And they are not bookish people. But they understood what Hurricane Baby meant to me and that was enough. (Picture above courtesy of Bob Whitehead.)

Hidden Costs for Authors

Some recent conversations have got me thinking. Most people do not understand the economics of a literary career. I’m going to talk about that for a bit.

First, let’s talk about the costs of shopping a book. Many debut authors get an in into the book world by being selected as the winner of a manuscript contest. Many presses hold these once or twice a year, where you send in a submission and your work is judged anonymously. But often there’s a catch–an entry fee. I entered many contests with Hurricane Baby and racked up a considerable amount of money since fees were typically $20 a pop. The press that bought Hurricane Baby was free to send to, as were many others.I could have made a principled decision to not participate in paid contests, but I knew that it could limit my options.

I got a traditionally published contract through a royalty-paying publisher. I did not get an advance against royalties and this house offered generous royalties. What I am having to keep in mind with my contract is that I don’t get any royalties until the cost to produce my books has been made. It’s not uncommon for that to be the case with a small press. University presses and larger publishers rarely make that stipulation. So I could sell a good many books without seeing any royalties (my percentage of the book’s price) at all.

Once the book came out in August, I started promoting it. I did not do paid promotions, like ads, etc. None of my media appearances cost me anything. Likewise, I never had to pay a fee to appear anywhere, although I have heard of authors being charged booth fees or table fees to appear at a festival. But I resolved not to do that. But with traveling, expenses can pile up–gas, lodging, food. My husband has said he’s not sure we can afford for me to get another book published. 🙂 But it is a consideration I have to keep in mind, as do many authors in the tier I’m publishing in.

Another fee I have decided to forgo is buying my own books at the wholesale price and selling them myself at library and other events. That route brings with it tax implications that I’m not prepared to handle. So I always ask if there’s going to be a bookseller at the event, If there isn’t, I just have to hope people there will remember me long enough to buy the book afterwards. I’ve also held a library event where guests came book-equipped and I signed them.

One expense I did go for was setting up an account with Vistaprint and buying promotional mailings for my events. My publisher had a social media person who designed the graphics for me, and I just downloaded it and printed postcards that I then mailed out for different events. Vistaprint helped design a bookmark that I’ve been able to hand out all over town, and Canva is another free resource to design your own graphics.

As you can see, I am currently operating a non-profitable outfit. But each sale brings with it a chance to improve my track record, which I can then use for the next deal. Hope springs eternal.

Fallow Time

The old folks used to talk about letting a field lie fallow for a certain period of time–sometimes one or two growing seasons, sometimes longer. It would mean that the land wasn’t cultivated for that period of time; they didn’t grow crops on it. They might let cattle use it for pastureland, or they might leave it alone completely. The idea was to let the soil rest and replenish itself with the necessary elements, compounds, water, etc. so that after the fallow period, it might would bring a bumper crop when it was planted and cultivated again.

After I finished this draft of Looking for Home, I decided to just let it sit for a bit.

I did this because I know myself.

If I read it again too quickly after finishing it, I would still be in the glow of creating and finishing the work and would not be able to see the holes in it. I always, always think the writing’s great as it runs through my fingers to the page. What other way is there to say this? So I need to get some perspective on the document itself.

While I was writing each section, I bracketed some words like “redo”, “fill out”, “develop more”. Those are scattered throughout each section. I would put them in when I didn’t exactly know how to work out a narrative problem. My brain needs some time to work subconsciously on those problem areas.

The fallow period for a manuscript can last a short or a long time. I decided to rest mine over Christmas and take it up in January, the time of new beginnings, right after the solstice as the sun begins to stay longer in the sky here in the southeastern United States. I am really itching to get back to it when December is over. Whenever I have the urge to go ahead and start, I give my brain a narrative problem in it to chew on for a while. I’ve already done some preliminary planning for them from this practice, so that’s good.

Are you in a fallow time? Let me know in the comments!

ANNOUNCEMENT!

Last week, I was nominated for my first-ever literary prize!

The Pushcart Prize is one of the older literary prizes in America, and it’s reserved for small presses, publishers, magazines, and journals. Nominations can be short stories, essays, creative nonfiction, or poetry. Each nominating entity can make up to six nominations.

And Madville Publishing decided to nominate “Neighbors Helping Neighbors” from Hurricane Baby: Stories as one of their nominations. This particular short story follows Tommy Hebert of Metairie, Louisiana throughout the day after Hurricane Katrina hit the Mississippi and Louisiana Gulf Coasts. Tommy had spent the day before and part of the night out on his airboat rescuing people and moving them to higher and drier ground as a volunteer–his trade was fixing cars. He gets up the next day and gets an alert for someone who needs help in Mandeville. So he texts his buddy, who drives an ambulance for a Metairie hospital, and they go and meet up on their boats at Fountainebleu State Park. Then they’re taken with some other men with their saws to the rescue site.

Under the broken-down house are a young woman and her baby boy buried under the rubble of roof. They uncover them and take the baby Avery to the hospital, but Amy Thompson, the young woman, has had her legs crushed under a beam the men can’t move. The EMT gives her a shot to settle her down, then says that there’s nothing else to be done. Afterwards, Tommy and his buddy go eat, but something inside Tommy wants more. He winds up picking up a sixpack of beer for his buddy as a gift for after he helps clean Tommy’s place but alone in his house waiting on him to show back up, he starts drinking them himself to drown out the girl’s screams in his ears.

So I am just pleased s punch that my publisher saw fit to enter me into this contest, along with fellow Madville poets and authors. No idea when prizes are awarded, but it an honor to be nominated, and I don’t take that lightly.

Madville’s 2025 Pushcart Prize Nominations