The HEA Cafe

Everything I know about writing I learned from my dog, Yofi. Oh sure, her lovemaking scenes involve more buttsniffing than mine, and there was that disaster where her hero was distracted by a can opener while he was disarming a bomb, but overall, I can learn a lot from her.

For example:

Stay focused.
When she’s in the backyard hunting moles, Yofi can stand still forever, not an eyelid twitching, not a hair moving. She has her eyes on the prize, and she will do whatever it takes to get it. When she makes her move, her muscles explode into action as she begins digging furiously.
She’s not distracted by laundry or other books or rejection letters from publishers. She’s going to get that mole, and that’s all that matters.

Be a big dog in a little package.
Sure, we snicker at wiener dogs, but as dachshund owners know, inside, they’re Rottweilers. They’re willing to take on all comers, and they don’t back down. They don’t let their size keep them from doing what needs to be done. Remember, it’s not the dog in the fight, it’s the fight in the dog.
Same thing with writing. Don’t be intimidated by writers who make the NYT list or blog about their world book tours. You can be a big dog, even if you’re writing for a small publisher. You just have to put all of your fight into it, and believe in your heart that you’re a Rottweiler.

When you’re not working, relax.
When Yofi isn’t trying to save the world from moles, she doesn’t obsess over them. She puts them behind her, and makes sleeping an art form. She saves her energy for what’s important. She takes time to sniff…well, not the roses, but you get the idea.

Characterization.
I admit, dachshunds don’t have to work that hard at characterization because they’re so darn adorable. It’s not like they’re cats or something.
But even when it comes naturally, it’s important to remember that you need to pick out the details to make the character come alive–how he stands, how he laughs, what he enjoys and doesn’t enjoy, whether his tail wags and his ears perk up when he sees the heroine, that sort of thing.

Set goals.
One evening I heard the dog barking in an especially frantic manner, and then quiet. I knew this meant there was another animal about, so I rushed out into the yard. Sure enough, she had her jaws clamped around the tail of an armadillo that outweighed her and was armored as well. But Yofi wasn’t letting go. She dug in all of her 12 ½ pounds and held on for dear life while the armadillo scrabbled at the ground. I finally got them separated with a broom and the ‘dillo scampered off to safety, but that dog was as proud as if she’d just won Westminster.
She set her goal and she achieved it. She was going to capture that invader, even if the whole world thought she was too small to make it happen.
Do you have days when you think you’ll never finish the book? Clamp your jaws down and don’t let go.

So my muse inspires me as she lies on her bed in my office. Sometimes when I get stuck, I ask myself, “What would the dog do?” Usually the answer isn’t at all helpful–licking yourself really doesn’t replace conflict resolution, but sometimes she leads me in the right direction. All I have to remember is that if it’s a dog’s life, it could be one we would be wise to learn from.

It’s spring time. At least for now. I’ve learned not to get too attached to the season as it tends to be a little like a wandering dog—here today, gone tomorrow.
With springtime comes yard work.
There used to be three huge trees in the center of my lawn. When we moved here they had been reduced to three large stumps. I never minded the stumps. They served as a place to sit or to park planters. Others, though, are anxious to get rid of them and twelve years later, they are getting a little rotted so my son has attacked them with the chain saw and now I have three large holes. Yes, sooner or later someone will fill them with dirt and I’ll plant grass. It will look nice in the end.
It reminds me of what I’ve been doing with my writing. I got a revision letter a few weeks ago. Basically, I had to rewrite the whole story because one of the characters didn’t work. I felt like I had to chop out a stump and expose a big hole.
I worked very hard. Lots of bik-hoking. And I’ve rewritten the story. And like my lawn once the holes are replaced with grass, it really is a lot better.
Now for the polishing. I spend a lot of time going over my manuscript making sure it is as smooth and error free as possible. I use Autocrit (http://www.autocrit.com/), and a Textaloud (NextUp.com/) program. And then I read the story out loud to my hapless client. Poor man doesn’t have a choice but to sit and listen. (He does say he enjoys it but still….)  I have to confess that this stage—the polishing, fine editing—is my least favorite part.
How about you? What is your most favorite/least favorite part of the process?

But in the end it is all worth it when I see my baby in print. The Road to Love, my first Love Inspired Historical, hits the shelves this month.