Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Variations to the English language (via teenagers)


I sometimes/always eavesdrop on teenagers’ conversations.  It’s not creepy because I write YA, plus their lives are always more dramatic than mine.  Anyway, at the beginning of the summer I heard a teenager use a word-ending that was rather odd.  Then I heard it again.  And again.  And a few more times after that.  The first time I heard it was in California.  The next few times were in the Pacific Northwest.  So it could be called a West-Coast thing.  But maybe you Midwesterners, Southerners, and East-Coasters have heard it too.  And people in other countries, I want to know if you’ve also heard this. Although in the romantic Europe that exists in my head, they wouldn’t say things like this.

New word ending:  -skis.   (pronounced skees)
Examples:
Favskis – Favorite.  Caramel lattes are my favskis.
Doneskis – Done.   Can I take your drink to the trash; are you doneskis?
Adorskis – Adorable.  That skirt is adorskis.

I’m not a fan of this.  
I prefer the word trend that involves abbreviating all words.
Reds = Ready
Obvi = Obviously
Fabu =Fabulous

And let’s not forget the saying-the-acronym trend.  
LOL, BRB, JK, WTF, BTW, LMAO.

So should I embrace skis, as the new speech pattern?  Or should I start correcting unsuspecting teenagers:  “Either say, favorite or fav or TIMF (that is my favorite), but favskis? No, no, no, it doesn't translate well in print. Okay?”

Any speech trends that baffle you?  That bug you?  Bugskis?
 

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Conversation with the Cousin: Adult Books Welcome Wagon


Me:  The male lead has slept with practically every single female character introduced.

Cousin:  He’s an interesting character.

Me:  He’s a tramp.  And so far this murderer has done every disgusting thing I can think of.  Except cannibalism.  That’s the only gross thing left out, but I’m not done with the book yet, so who knows.  It’s not too late for cannibalism.    

Cousin is silent.

Me: I’m probably going to have nightmares. 

Cousin:  I don’t know what to tell you.  Welcome to the world of adult books.  

Friday, August 26, 2011

Friday Five: I insist

1. Browse through the Fashion Issue of New York Magazine.  Even if you don’t particularly like fashion you will enjoy the Intelligencer's report on things overheard at Alexander McQueen’s Exhibit. 

2. Read or watch One Day.  It’s hilarious.  Yes, there are not-so-hilarious moments, but see it for the hilarious ones.  Every time I think about it I smile.  

3. Pick up any fashion magazine’s September issue – again, even if you don’t like fashion, you can at least marvel (or maybe chuckle) at all the high collars ala Middleton, and all the orange.  So. Much. Orange.

4. Go somewhere sunny.  After spending the last few weekends on the east side of mountains – where the climate of Washington is hot and desert-y – I’ve decided that having an actual summer with actual sun is very important. 

5.  Participate in NaNoWriMo.  And since it’s August, for now, you can convince yourself you’re prepared for it.  

Monday, August 22, 2011

Try to forget about ‘New Adult’


I just learned on Twitter that the literature genre label ‘NEW ADULT’ is not a good label to use when you query. 

From literary agent Kathleen Ortiz ala Twitter:
#Pubtip DO NOT QUERY YOUR MS AS "NEW ADULT". Only ONE imprint is accepting it. DO NOT QUERY YOUR MS AS "NEW ADULT".

I’m spreading the word because ever since the term came about I’ve been hearing people define their YA novels with slightly older protagonists as ‘NEW ADULT.’ I even used this term in a blog to describe the fiction I wrote in college. 

New Adult:  stories about young adulthood; protagonists who are adults, but haven’t yet established life as one; typically ages 18 – 26.   

Now forget all about that because in Queryland, it doesn’t exist.  

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

A moment to rave: Wither

You know when you pick up a book perfectly aware that it’s going to be great – you find the premise intriguing and word has spread that the book is good – but then you start reading it and realize it was exactly the book you’d been craving?  This is what happened with Wither by Lauren DeStefano, and it quickly became one of the front runners for my favorite book published this year.  

(NO SPOILERS)

So why was it so great?  

Where do I start?  

Obviously, something went terribly wrong. Genetic mutations have festered, reducing human longevity to twenty-five, even less for most women. To prevent extinction, young girls are kidnapped, mated in polygamous marriages with men eager to procreate. Sixteen-year-old Rhine Ellery, a recent victim of this breeding farm mentality, has vowed to break loose from its fetters; but finding allies and a safe way out is a challenge she can only hope she will survive. A dystopian fantasy series starter with wings. Editor's recommendation.

The characters:
They’re all tragic in their own way – be it indentured servitude, living in fear, trying to gain more time, trying to escape – oh, and half of the characters only have a few years left to live.  I love it that part of me feels sorry for the villain, and part of me even wants his master plan to succeed – though I still hate that the means to the end are horrible.  And the love triangle, which on paper seems perfectly black and white – is littered with gray.  No one is who you think they are, everyone is being misled somehow.  

The ending:
Everything I ever could have wanted, nothing I could have predicted.  The beauty of this story – and the ending – nothing is free of consequence.  

Lines like this:

"Fate, I think, is a thief."  

"I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself."

“I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up."

I am counting down the days when I get to read the sequel to this book (Fever – out Feb. 2012).  

Friday, August 12, 2011

Friday Five: Why it’s good to be out of your element


This weekend is my boyfriend’s birthday.  Because he is my favorite boy, I will of course be throwing him a birthday soiree.   I was brainstorming places to go where they serve delicious seafood, when he tells me this:  “I think I want to go camping.”

Because I believe no one should have to plan their own birthday party, this weekend, I, Alexis Bass, will be hosting a camping trip.  

If you know me, you know that this statement sounds like something out of the Twilight Zone.  Birthday parties I’d be more suited to host include ties and male cardigans and high heels and little black dresses – faux eye lashes and chocolate fountains and food that’s impossible to pronounce.  


But I’ve recently learned it’s good to be out your element once in a while…

1.  The last time I was out of my element, I was sitting in a kayak in the middle of a lake.  Not only did I get a nice sun tan and a great arm workout, I also was able to figure out a pesky revision blunder that had been bugging me. Turns out, there is another place besides Starbucks where one can be alone with their own thoughts.   

2.  While camping late in July, I saw a bear.  Yes, an actual, real, literal, physical bear.  One of the people I was with screamed with joy, “A bear! Look!”  And the bear breathed out in exasperation, rolled his eyes (I swear), and took off running in the opposite direction.  Fear of bears? Conquered.

3.  Yesterday, I baked cupcakes.  They were for my boyfriend’s birthday party/camping trip.  He doesn’t eat sweets, but when people see the word ‘birthday’ on a camping e-vite, they immediately expect to be served cake.   I could have purchased an already-put-together cake, but cake from a box can’t be that hard, right?  And it wasn’t that hard, although I attribute much of my success to the fact that I stalked the oven; the cake was never really given a fair chance to burn.  So there you go: anyone can bake as long as they also know how to obsessively linger.

4.  Talking to Deb Caletti.  She’s not scary, not intimidating (just her writing is), so there was really no reason for me to feel out of my element, but it’s not very often that I get to chat with one of my favorite authors.  Somehow when we were chatting, my fears about writing genre and labels came out.  The truth:
I don’t know what I want to write.  I don’t have a niche. During the college years would be dubbed as ‘Literary’ or placed in the newish genre, ‘New Adult.’  When I learned more about plotting and how to create narrative arcs that weren’t so very flat, my characters started to get younger and younger and I realized that I was writing Young Adult.  But then in some of my books the MC has a paranormal-type gift, because while teenagers can get into tons of trouble all on their own, they can get into even more trouble when out-of-this-world elements are involved.  After this ramble was over, she asked if I felt more attached to any one-genre.  I replied, honestly, “No,” and Deb smiled at me and said something along the lines of ‘keep at it,’ and I knew everything was going to be okay.  I haven’t stressed about it since.

5.  Getting trapped at a Mickie Avalon concert in Dallas.  If you don’t know who Mickie Avalon is, don’t feel bad, there’s a reason I didn’t include a link.  If you do know who he is please refrain from judging and understand that I was with my two bff’s from college (blogged about here and here) and we often do things simply because we find them amusing.  We arrived at nine, thinking Mr. Avalon would come on around ten and we’d have the rest of the night to do whatever we wanted.  There was big talk about eating across the street at a late-night sushi place that was rumored to be delicious (I know, I was in Texas, but who says they can’t have good sushi in Texas?).  Well, at about 11:00 one of the bartenders informed us that Mr. Avalon wouldn’t be coming on until well after midnight.  Meanwhile, we were starving, but if we were to leave, we wouldn’t be allowed back in because they’d already taken our ticket.  So what do we do?  We ordered the sushi to be delivered the Mickie Avalon concert.  They normally don’t deliver, but I used the phrase “you’d be saving my life,” and as the nice waiter who stopped by with our sushi informed me, “We never do this, but who am I to say no to saving a life?”  Lesson learned:  people are very willing to save your life, if you just ask.
  

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

PNWA Conference 2011 Recap

The Pacific Northwest Writer’s Conference  (PNWA) was last weekend and I must say, it was incredible.  Helpful seminars, fantastic agents, and wonderful writers.

Day one started off with an amazing workshop led by the always informative Robert Dugoni highlighting the importance of story structure, character arcs, and narrative promises.

Most important take-away:  Make an implicit promise to your readers at very beginning of the story. 

That night Steve Berry spoke about story ideas the places he’d gone to research for his novels. He told a hilarious story about being on top of the Eifel Tower:  “Now hold on, I need to figure out how to kill someone up here.” 

Day Two was panel day – Agents & editors talked about what they wanted, and answered questions.  Most of the questions revolved around etiquette regarding exclusivity.  The answer to almost all of them: don’t lie to the agents, always be upfront.

In the afternoon, I attended a query critique session that provided invaluable information about not only how subjective the publishing business is, but also what turns agents & editors off. The following are query letter no-no’s:  character listing, over done plot description, telling the agent why they should read this novel instead of
showing it in the plot description. 

The first page critique session was wonderfully harsh.  Perhaps it’s because I enjoy cynicism, which all of these agents claimed to have towards new material, or perhaps it’s because my first page wasn’t read and therefore wasn’t ripped apart, but I thought this session was amusing and honest. 

The biggest pet-peeves seemed to be (are you ready there are a lot):
-Starting with too much back-story
-Not revealing a location
-dialogue that went nowhere
-too much action before there was a reason to care about the characters
-starting with a character waking up from a dream
-opening with weather (unless there is a hurricane coming)
-over-written setting details (unless the setting is a major plot point)
-using a condescending voice
-using a voice that was too-cute
-taking the reader out of the story using phrases like, “But more on that later.” (To which Ginger Clark replied, “Don’t do that.  Only Ferris Bueller gets away with that.”)

We were asked to keep this in mind about the first page critiques: “In publishing, you are guilty until proven innocent.” – Agent, Rayhane Sanders.

Day three I had agent appointments, so even though I’d had the chance to speak to agents during the course of the conference, I could finally sit down with five minutes of my very own and do nothing but discuss my book and whether or not they wanted to read it.

This is what I learned:  

1) Don’t quote them, even though you may have some of the info on their blog memorized.   It seems knowing an agent’s blog so well you CAN quote it should be a bit impressive, but I’m here to tell you now it’s more awkward than anything else.  Luckily agents deal with ‘awkward’ on a daily basis.  

2)  A subscription to Publisher’s Marketplace – or at least being very, very up to snuff on the industry happenings – will make your agent meetings much more productive.  An agent with whom I was meeting referenced a book to be released in 2012 that seemed similar to mine in premise and because I’d seen the book on New Deal’s list, I was able to jump right in and talk about why my book was different – I wasn’t at all thrown off guard.  Thank goodness. 

The last key note of the conference was the lovely and talented Deb Caletti.  If you haven’t read her books you must pick one up right away.  I insist.  Her speech chronicling the moment she fell in love with books to the day she was published was inspiring.  I should have been on my phone quoting her via twitter, but I was just too enthralled. 

Probably though, my favorite thing about attending writer’s conferences is connecting with other writers! I met some fabulous writer’s at the conference, and now you should meet them too: 




Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Revisions confessions

Hi.  My name is Alexis and I love run-on-sentences. 



Now, you go: