Thursday, February 4, 2010

THE EVOLUTION OF A ROMANCE...NOVEL, THAT IS

Today I'd like to tackle what it takes to get a romance novel from computer to publication. I'm not talking about the concept, plotting, research, character development, story arc, etc which goes into the actual creation of the story. I'm not even talking about researching and targeting which publisher is appropriate for you to submit to. I'm talking about the nuts and bolts. You and your publishing house and what happens between you to take your story from submission to reader, an insider's view. You published authors know all of this already, and feel free to chime in with any additions, but this is for the curious reader, or the aspiring writer.

Submission.

Since my second story in the bull rider series (Bucked) is releasing in less than 2 weeks, let's discuss that book specifically in this case. It went directly to my editor for a first read at a little over 60K words. It came back to me with suggestions for improvement. Things like the hero and heroine need to meet sooner. There is too much reference to book 1 in the series. All totally valid points so I took it back and cut (gulp) 10K words out. Then I began to rebuild. A new prologue that showed the past relationship between the hero and heroine. Less back story, less side characters, but more interaction between the main characters. It never reached 60K again, but that's okay. It's well over 50K and that is long enough and it is a tighter story because of it. There were other nuances the editor suggested changes to at this stage also. Things like the level of honesty between the two characters regarding the secret the hero was keeping from the heroine. This is all stuff that an outside eye has a clearer view of than you as the author. This is the stage where you have to take a step back and forget this is your baby.

Edits.

The rewrite was acceptable and Bucked was contracted. Now the fun begins. My editor and I work well together and we can usually knock the edits out in two rounds. First round I usually get comments like "this sentence is a bit acrobatic" or "rework this sentence so it has less commas". It's also things like continuity. On page X you said this, on page Y you said this, or "did he have a pain pill or a shot for pain?". Again, stuff that an outside reader will notice that the author won't because we are too close to the work. Between rounds 1 and 2 the manuscript really gets tightened. I'll open it to find many colors (yes, colors) used by the editor to highlight where I have repeated the same word or phrase too often. I have to go in and change those words for synonyms. Also tiny things like using t-shirt in one place but T-shirt in another, have to be made consistent throughout.

An author learns things with each edit so now that I just finished edits on my 4th book with Samhain I know pretty much what my editor is looking for and will head her off so to speak by self-editing before I submit to her. I have learned that the industry is moving away from dialogue tags, so I try not to use 'he said' or 'she said' if I can avoid it. I've learned what a comma splice is and I try to catch myself on those. I've learned you can't have a character doing three different things at once in the same sentence and that beginning sentences with 'ing' words can be problematic. I now do a word search to make sure I am consistent with backward and toward (vs. backwards and towards). All things that formerly I never would have thought twice about. Of course there are things I will never get down, such as when to use lay vs. lie. Though I have figured out the 'effect' vs. 'affect' thing.

Final Line Edits.

So you finish the final round of edits. All changes in Track Changes have been accepted and the manuscript is clean and beautiful and you are both feeling a great sense of accomplishment for a job well done. But oh, you are not done yet because here comes the FLE. The final line editor's job is to look at the manuscript with fresh eyes, and a cold heart (just kidding....sort of). She is not in love with your book the way your editor and you are. She is the Simon to your editor's Paula and she now has your baby. She also seems to have some sort of super grammatical powers because this woman knows things that I dare say even Strunk and White and the employees at the Chicago Manual of Style would have to look up. She knows where there should be hyphens and aren't. She will move commas around. She will question words, sometimes even facts, and yes, she will inevitably find inconsistencies. I am remembering this question from Bucked... "Sage can't live both down the road from Mustang and next door to Mustang".

You check your ego at the door, take your baby back and you clean it up again, making sure, as with this entire process, you choose your battles. I rarely dig in my feet on an issue. The only time I can remember recently fighting an edit was when the change didn't fit the character. Though the FLE was absolutely correct that the proper word was 'whom' rather than 'who', I could not in good conscience have my 18 year old cowboy who spent more time on horseback than in school say or even think the word 'whom'. If I was writing dialogue for my college professor hero from Gillian's Island, yes whom would have worked, but not for my cowboys. Luckily my editor agreed. Battle chosen, and won.

Proofreading.

You're not done after the FLE. There is still the final galleys to proofread. Here you are looking for typos that slipped by (and believe it or not, even after 3 sets of eyes have been over this thing multiple times there will still inevitably be typos because our eye often sees what should be written instead of what is written, especially when we are too familiar with the work). But there is more to proofing than typos. You have to make sure that the header and the footer are correct on each page, as well as in each section. That you haven't messed up and mistakingly named Chapter 11 Chapter 12 instead. That it is actually your name in the header and not the last author's name the person who built the files formatted. That words aren't cut off on the edge of the page. That spaces, words or punctuation didn't get accidentally dropped or added when any final changes were accepted.

Oh yeah, somewhere in there you have either written a blurb, or had it done for you, suggested and approved cover art and chosen an excerpt for the website. Easy peasy.

Phew. Yeah, all after you've been over this book so many times you can quote whole passages. But it is your baby and you love it so it's not so bad. And you know this is the final thing before your brilliance is exposed to the world...or so you think. I haven't even touched on promo yet. Websites, blogs, guest appearances online, live book signings, reader conventions, writer conferences, social networking, chats, yahoo groups, advertising, newsletters... but that is a topic for another day.

Those of you who know me, know I sometimes hate this business as much as I love it. All that is written above is actually the part I love, believe it or not. Crafting and honing the story is what I live for. It's some of the other crap that goes along with this biz I hate, but that again is for another time.


Cat

Monday, February 1, 2010

LET THE 28 DAYS OF HEART BLOG TOUR COMMENCE!!

28 days. 28 novellas to benefit the American Heart Association. 28 authors blogging their hearts out...

Yes, the 28 Days of Heart author blog tour has begun. Look for a 28 DoH author at a blog near you.

TODAY
Find me visiting Savannah Chase's Blogspot and talking about 'series'

I'll be speaking about the month of love and the 28 Days project at Selena Illyria's Blogspot

I'm at Lena Austin's blog writing about 'important' books and why mine are NOT among them for a reason

Finally, I'm on Lissa Matthews' Wicked, Whimsical and Random blog talking about how charity starts at home

AND this is just the beginning... stay tuned!

Friday, January 29, 2010

NEW REVIEW: PRIVATE LIES


"...Cat Johnson exceeded my expectations with her comically endearing story PRIVATE LIES. Jax’s independent nature and opinion of her mother’s schemes kept me chuckling especially during some of the more candid and embarrassing conversations. Jax’s honesty, hurt over her husband’s betrayal, anger over the whole situation and lust for a bartender blend into one wacky fun storyline that’s full of many ‘OMG, she didn’t just…’ moments and several ‘oh yeah, you go girl!’ scenes as well. The sex scenes are hot and Shane is absolutely loveable. Oh, and I imagine you want to know what happens with the soon-to-be ex? Well you’re just going to have to pick up a copy to find out – but I have to tell you, when Jax gets even she does it with style. This is the perfect story to warm your heart and tickle your funny bone on a cold winter’s day.

PRIVATE LIES is one of the 28 Days of Heart stories being released through All Romance Ebooks during the month of February. All profits generated from sales of these titles will be donated to the American Heart Association to help combat the number one killer of women."


5 Blue Ribbons

Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

All Romance eBooks Proves They Have Heart by Going Red

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Saturday, January 16, 2010

SEXY SATURDAY-WIN AN eCOPY OF 'BLISS'

Here's the deal... Promo Goddess Stella Price came up with this idea and invited us, her author friends, to play along. Each Saturday a bunch of us will post a portion of a sex scene on our blogs. You, our lovely readers, read the scene and then post a comment with what song you think would best fit the scene. I will choose one winner at random from all the comments received before midnight eastern time Sunday, then post that winner on Monday. That winner will have one week to email me to collect thier prize, which will be whichever book I am giving away that week.

Got it? Good. Here's today's scene from my newest paranormal release, BLISS. The winner will receive a PDF of Bliss. And don't forget to visit the blogs of my friends, Stella Price, Tilly Greene and Bianca D'Arc.

Love's Immortal Pantheon, Vol. 3

Psyche, Adelfa, and Bliss. Three beautiful sisters. One timid, one selfish, and one caring; but all three hungry for the pleasures of the flesh.



Upon gazing at her beauty, Eros, the god of love, demands the virginal Psyche be brought to his bed. Never mind that this is in direct defiance of the all-powerful goddess Aphrodite, who loathes her earthly rival.

Psyche has her own feelings about whose bed she’d rather be brought to, and it’s not that of the mysterious being who summons her. Led by Bliss, the three sisters hatch a surprising deception of their own that will hopefully satisfy all their needs.

Lust. Jealousy. Betrayal. Sex. Lies. Love. The truth will be revealed in the end, but will they all survive it?

Excerpt (RATED: Mature for adults only)

She waited for him inside. The woman with the face that had Aphrodite green with envy. Psyche, the creature who made his heart soar, and she was his. Even the arrival and intrusion of her entourage into his sanctuary didn’t diminish the happiness of finally having her.

It had been all Eros could do to stay away until full darkness. Now, he needn’t delay any longer. Psyche lay waiting in his bed. Yet still he stood on the wrong side of the door. He pressed his palm against the wood and willed his wildly beating heart to calm.

Feeling ridiculous for hesitating, he grabbed the doorknob. He’d bedded countless women over the millennia. This one would be no different. The falseness of that idea screamed through his brain. This one was vastly different. This was the woman he’d defied Aphrodite for when he stood before the goddess and swore Psyche was taken care of. That she would never be seen by a mortal man again. That wasn’t a complete lie as she would be his, and he was an immortal. Though he doubted Aphrodite would appreciate the technicality.

Putting the goddess out of his mind, Eros entered the room and moved into the blackness. The illumination from the stars shone through the window opening and allowed him to see just the outline of the wide bed draped in white gauze. He aimed for the bulk of the mattress.

A fluttering began low in his belly when he thought about what it would mean to love her in complete darkness. Would every other sense heighten because he’d deprived himself of seeing her? He shuddered in anticipation of the coming pleasures.

After reaching the bed, he slid his hand along the coverings, seeking her, but he found only the cool, smooth bedding. No warmth. No body of the woman he craved. “Psyche?”

“Here.” Her voice, barely louder than a breath, originated from the dark corner to the side of the window.

Eros moved toward the sound, careful to not step into what little light came from the night sky through the opening. She couldn’t see him. His lie to Aphrodite depended on no one, not even Psyche, knowing the man to claim her would be him.

Hands extended, he eventually found her there in the corner and finally touched the object of his desire for the first time since laying eyes upon her beauty. Had it been only that very day? It seemed as if it had been far longer than that since she had entranced him. “Love, here you are.”

He heard her swallow before she answered. “Yes.”

Smiling, he ran one hand up to cup her face. He felt the softness of her hair.

“You don’t talk very much, my lovely, but after having met your extremely verbose sister, I think I’m grateful for that fact.” She drew in a sharp, audible breath and he regretted the statement. “I apologize. She is beloved to you and I shan’t speak ill of her again.”

Beneath Eros’ fingers, she trembled. He opened himself, seeking the cause. Her emotions flooded him, a tangled mix with fear dominating all the rest. “Please don’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you. You do believe that, don’t you?”

“Y-y-yes.”

The pounding of her heart vibrated through the hand he had pressed to her back. He sensed the doubt that told him her answer was less than truthful. That pained him.

“No, you don’t believe it yet, but you will, in time.” He bent his head low and breathed in the scent of her. Clean cotton, lavender water, and woman. The hand on her face traced a path down her throat to her collarbone, before breaking away. His hand roamed lower, down over her curvaceous hip and she trembled harder. A thought struck him, one that hadn’t occurred to Eros before. “Am I the first man to touch you?”

“Yes.”

No other answer could have made him happier. He dragged one finger down her arm and felt a shudder run through her. His hand found her cheek again and he leaned in and let his lips brush her jaw, then trail down her throat.

Her head tipped to one side and allowed him greater access. Taking it he stepped closer and let his lips claim hers. He pressed one leg between her thighs as his mouth worked on hers. Her breath quickened and a new emotion flowed from her and through him. Desire. He groaned as her need filled him, mingled with his own, and settled low in his gut.

So hard from wanting her he throbbed, Eros pressed his erection against her hip and felt her reaction to it. Fright mingled with curiosity. “What you fear will only bring you pleasure. I swear to you.”

Doubt radiated from her.

“What will make you believe me? Tell me. What can I do?”

She hesitated. “Maybe if I…touched you first.”

His laughter sounded too loud as it filled the darkened room. “Touch me all you want, my love.”

She began slowly, tracing the tips of her fingers first over his face, then down his chest until she finally ran just the tip of one finger over his length. Eros’ eyes closed from the sensations running through him at even that small contact of her hand on his cock through the thickness of the fabric covering him.

“If you’re going to explore, you need to do it properly.” He lifted the fabric out of the way and placed her hand on him again. She jumped when she connected with his bare flesh.

“There. Now, you can really touch me and see there is nothing to fear.” It took all of his will to continue to speak rationally with her hand on him.

“You’re right. You’re perfectly average.”

Eros choked. “Average?”

“Yes.”

“I assure you, woman, I’m not average.”


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Friday, January 15, 2010

FIND YOUR BLISS...


Psyche, Adelfa, and Bliss. Three beautiful sisters. One timid, one selfish, and one caring; but all three hungry for the pleasures of the flesh.



Upon gazing at her beauty, Eros, the god of love, demands the virginal Psyche be brought to his bed. Never mind that this is in direct defiance of the all-powerful goddess Aphrodite, who loathes her earthly rival.

Psyche has her own feelings about whose bed she’d rather be brought to, and it’s not that of the mysterious being who summons her. Led by Bliss, the three sisters hatch a surprising deception of their own that will hopefully satisfy all their needs.

Lust. Jealousy. Betrayal. Sex. Lies. Love. The truth will be revealed in the end, but will they all survive it?


EXCERPT (rated G)

Prologue
The soft swish of the door opening told Eros he was no longer alone. Drawing in a deep breath and letting it out loudly, he let his annoyance be clearly heard by whoever had disturbed him.

“Sigh all you want, Eros, but I’m not leaving. You’ve kept your own council to the exclusion of all others for far too long already.”

In no mood to be social, Eros didn’t bother to turn to face his friend. “I simply find my own council superior to that of any other. That’s all, Erato. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

“Sorry, but no.” Erato moved further into the room and sat in the chair directly in front of Eros’ chaise, thereby blocking his view of the hills beyond his window. This was the vista he’d spent he didn’t know how many hours staring at of late.

Another sigh emanated from the deep sorrow within him.

“If you insist on being here, at least make yourself useful.” Eros thrust his empty cup forward. When Erato made no move, Eros nodded toward the flagon of wine on the table between them. “Pour one for yourself as well, my friend. It’s from Dionysus. Ever since I ‘befriended’ his maenads they’ve been most generous with his private stock. It does incredible things to a body.”

Erato raised a brow. “I know exactly what Dionysus’ private stock can do, thank you. I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself.” Eros shrugged. He rose and splashed the deep claret liquid into his cup since it had become more than obvious that Erato wasn’t going to. “Though I must warn you that after drinking a bit more of this, I’ll most likely be summoning a few of the serving girls. Given that you don’t partake of orgies any longer since you’ve found your one true love in Acantha, you would do best to leave.”

“I’m not leaving and you’re not drinking any more of that.” Erato rose and grabbed the cup from his hand, sending scattered droplets into the air.

Brushing spilt wine from his hand, Eros frowned. “Why, my friend, would you take your life in your hands and do something so foolish?”

“I’m the only true friend you have. You’d never harm me, and you know it.” Erato scowled, and after placing the cup on a table out of Eros’ reach, sat again.

“Don’t be so sure.” For the first time since the unwelcome intrusion, Eros noticed Erato held a bound ream of paper in his hand. “Is there a purpose to your visit? Or are you here simply to annoy me?”

“Oh, there is a purpose.”

The book in Erato’s hand landed heavily on the end of Eros’ chaise. He barely gave it a glance, instead focusing on Erato. “You are the man of words, oh great muse of poetry. Not I.”

“Read it, Eros.”

He snorted in disgust. “I don’t read.”

Shaking his head, Erato grabbed the item back. “Then I shall read it to you.”

Couldn’t a man be left to wallow in sorrow and loneliness in peace? Eros leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “If you must. Forgive me if I take a nap while you do. I’m suddenly very weary.”

He heard Erato rifling through the pages. The man was actually going to read to him. What lunacy had gotten into his friend? Against his wishes, Eros found himself suddenly curious.

Erato cleared his throat. “My name is not important, but the story I tell is—"

“Not exactly Shakespeare, is it?” Eros cracked open one eye. “Why am I being forced to listen to this?”

“You’ll see.” Erato turned his gaze back to the age-yellowed parchment he held. “I am an old woman now. I feel my death upon me. Almost all whom I know and care for are dead. That is the reason I dare defy the gods and tell the truth which has never been told before. Not another living mortal knows what I do, until now. My tale begins in my youth, when I was a girl of seventeen—

Eros sighed loudly. “Wonderful. How old is she at the time of the writing? How many years worth of this drivel must I suffer through the telling of?”

Ignoring him completely, Erato continued with the reading. “—working in the palace of the King and Queen of Miletis as a handmaiden caring for their three daughters, Bliss, Adelfa and Psyche—

His attention captured now, Eros sat up, eyes wide open, his heart pounding. “Where did you find these writings?”

“In Sicily. I was conducting an inventory of the contents of the palace library. I found this hidden behind the books. It appears to have been there for quite some time.”

He eyed the book that most likely held the truth he’d long ago seen buried. The past he’d hoped would stay buried. The memories of which snuck up on him a few times a century and kept him secluded and morose until he could force back the darkness with enough wine and women. “Have you read it?”

“Oh, yes. Every word and I must say for the first time in our long friendship I actually feel as if I understand you, Eros. Now I see why the god of love hates love so passionately.”

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