Introverts: a book you must read

My husband and I listen to non-fiction audiobooks on car trips (when we’re not reading fiction to each other).  Nerd power!  Anyway, one of our choices this summer was Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking.  I have to admit, I was astonished at the depth of the book.  I’d long known I was an introvert (thanks Myers-Briggs!), but I’ve never gone so far into understanding my own life and needs. 

One of the most astonishing things I learned was that "introvert" doesn’t mean "shy".  That goes a long way toward explaining why I’m so comfortable in front of a classroom or on a stage, but feel totally unanchored in a small group of new people at a party.  It turns out I’m not shy, I just don’t do well in a group of new people where one is expected to make small talk.  Small talk is tough for me, and I’m not one of those people who needs contact with others.  I’m content to spend hours on my own.  It’s usually my preference. 

That was my main takeaway from the book—it’s not weird at all that I don’t mind being the center of attention, but in intimate situations I’d rather be on my own.  Shyness has nothing to do with introversion—introverts want to be alone most of the time, but that doesn’t mean they can’t deal with an audience.  It explains why I do so well with job interviews.  In fact, I love job interviews.  I love talking in-depth about things I care about.  I just can’t engage with people I don’t know well on a superficial level.  

The point is, it’s a great book, well-researched and fun to read.  I recommend it for anyone with an introvert in her life, especially for families and teachers.  As the author points out, our world is geared toward rewarding extroverts, but the value in introverted natures is clear and worthy of further inspection.

Home again, home again

My poor blog, along with everything else in my life, has been a little neglected as of late.  Late July/early August has been a whirlwind: several trips (including one to meet my lovely and amazing agent in London!), an online class, tutoring, writing/editing, and preplanning week at school.  Now that it’s all listed out like that I’m starting to wonder how I got any sleep.  No wonder I’m exhausted!

But now I’m starting to catch up (tell that to the pile of laundry haunting my hamper), so no more blog neglect.  I have a couple of things I want to post about, but since the most exciting thing that happened was London that gets top priority.

It started with a whim.  I get regular emails from Delta airlines with info about sales, and one came the first week of July advertising a sale for one day only, and only to London from certain cities.  Long story short: the rates were bargain basement, the timing was right, and Atlanta was one of those cities.  How could my husband and I not go?  So we booked it—completely oblivious to the fact that we’d be going the day after the Olympic opening ceremonies.  I was 100% focused on the fact that I’d actually get the chance to meet my agent, Clare Wallace of the Darley Anderson Agency, in person. 

My husband spent a semester abroad in the UK, so he chose the hotel and we were off.  Clare generously offered to take me to lunch, so I met her at the agency on Tuesday afternoon.  I presented her with a bottle of champagne and chocolates for the agency to share, as well as genuinely tacky “Georgia: Peach State!” shot glasses for Clare and Vicki.  A good Southern girl never shows up empty-handed. 

I got to meet a couple of people, including Darley Anderson himself (though sadly some of the agency was out of town hiding from the Olympics, so I didn't get to meet everyone).  I got to have a nice conversation with him, as he was kind enough to drive me and Clare to our lunch.  He is really such a fascinating man, a wealth of information about publishing.  Even in a twenty-minute car ride he had a lot of great advice to offer.  The agency is currently preparing for the release of the Jack Reacher movie, starring Tom Cruise and based on one of Darley’s client’s books. 

As Clare and I had lunch we discussed the latest iteration of Blessed Among Women.  I had to pick my jaw up off the floor when she said it’s ready to go out to publishers.  I know that’s always been the endgame, but it always seemed so abstract (a separate post on that later).  Now it’s happening: Blessed is going out to editors in September in advance of the Frankfurt Book Fair in October (again, I’m feeling a lot of feelings about that, they’ll get covered in a later post). 

The thing that struck me most as we chatted was that I couldn’t have dreamed up an agent that would suit me better than Clare.  She really gets my writing and feels so passionately about her work.  As we discussed it I could tell that she understood on a deep level what I was trying to say with the novel, how I wanted to present the characters and their world, their triumphs and failures.  I’m going to stop gushing, but I’ll just say if I was happy to be working with her before we met I’m ecstatic now.

Okay: gushing over.  London was spectacular, although the closest we got to any of the Olympic events was the TV at the pub (hey, we just wanted to experience the games like true Brits, okay?).  We did get to spend several hours at the British museum, which is where I spotted the plate in the picture at the top of this post.  Guess who that is?  That’s Diane de Poitiers.  Of all the treasures the museum could contain, and of the very few I got to see, I stumble on a portrait of my inspiration.  And it’s probably a plate she owned.  

I like to think it’s a sign.

Two Years Ago/One Year Ago

I was inspired by the blog post of a fellow member of AgentQuery Connect*, in which she reflects on how her life was one year ago at this time.  When I thought of my own trajectory from last year to now, and to a greater extent from two years ago to now, I freaked a little.  The old adage holds: fiction has to pass tests of believability that real life would undoubtedly fail.  The past two years of my life have been unbelievable.  Let's take a trip back in time, shall we?  (Side note: does the time travel aspect now make this blog "paranormal"?)

Two years ago I was coming off of one of the worst school years (09-10) of my life.  I had terrible chemistry with the kids in my classes, I was in conflict with one of my coworkers, and I had to take a break in the middle of all of that to have sinus surgery.  Ugh.  That spring was so bad that I decided to scale back to part-time for the next school year to recover.  I also had some seriously depressing family problems that I don't want to air out on the internet.  Put it all together and I was one sad girl.

But that summer was when things started to turn around.  I decided to buck up and start seeing a therapist.  My husband and I started working out and I lost weight.  That fall I went back to school with renewed vigor and had one of the best school years of my life.  My students were darling, and I won a scholarship to study for a month in Madrid.

Which brings us to one year ago.  One year ago today I was in Madrid.  I had made a couple of friends, I was already sick to death of ham (madrileños eat SO much ham), and I had done something I never thought I could do in a million years.  I had flown across an ocean to spend a month farther from home than I've ever been, all by myself.  I had never even been abroad before, and then there I was, living my dream of standing in front of the painting Las meninas in the Prado.  Holy crap.

The decision to make that trip, and then actually going through with it, showed me that for a long time I was living in fear.  But when I broke out of my comfort zone and did something scary I could learn from it.  So I didn't want to live hiding under a rock anymore.  I wanted to do more impossible things.  And I did.  I left my comfortable teaching job to go back to school.  I wrote a novel.  I signed with an agent.

Next year I'll go back to teaching part-time, fulfilling yet another life-long dream: teaching literature.  I'll keep writing and my first novel will go on submission.

Who knows where I'll be this time next year?

*Hey, I actually remembered to post a link! 

I was a blog guest again...

I was a guest on my critique pal and friend Diana Overbey's blog, Presently in the Past.  She's a great novelist and she's got the blog thing down better than me.  Enjoy!

http://dianaoverbey.wordpress.com/2012/06/21/interview-with-author-amber-leah-brock/

Guest post

I was invited to do a guest post about getting The Call on my new writer friend Michelle Hauck's blog.  Thanks again to Michelle for asking me!  Check it out here: http://michelle4laughs.blogspot.com/2012/06/getting-call-amber-leah-brock.html

Editing

Now that I've covered the changes since I last updated, I'll chat about what I came back to the blog for: to talk about editing.  Specifically, to talk about editing after the huge success of contracting with an agent.  Because editing on your own, just you in your little writer bubble, is very different from editing based on the suggestions of professionals in the industry. 

Before I start, though, I want to make clear a couple of things.  One is that querying can be really brutal and demoralizing.  Day after day of checking the email inbox only to find form rejections.  Even when the form is kind, even when the agent spells your name right, a rejection is a tough thing to take.  So I'm very grateful to be on "the other side", so to speak.  Second, the edits that my agent and the agency editor have suggested are only going to make Blessed Among Women stronger, and they are by no means big, overhaul-type edits.  It's not like I have to change the whole structure or something.  I've been tasked with adding a few critical scenes and expanding some existing moments.  They're all very natural additions that fall well in line with the novel's tone and narrative.  So, piece of cake, right? 

Here's the baffling thing about success at any level in this process: it is daunting.  I am daunted.  Because I'm sitting down to write the new material and I'm second-guessing myself big time.  I think there are several reasons for this, the most important of which is this:

It took me six months to get Blessed Among Women to the point where agents even wanted to look at it, and then another three before anyone wanted to represent it.  That's not actually very long in the grand scheme of things, but in that time I treated the novel like a full-time job.  I wrote, edited, educated myself, wrote, edited...hours upon hours of work.  And now I've got a couple of weeks to add segments that live up to the nine-months-of-constant-work level.  It's intimidating.  I'll start writing and get a few sentences in and think, this isn't the same.  Why isn't this the same?  And then I wander off to do my nails, because I know that's something I can do really well. 

Unfortunately, beautifully sculpted nails will do nothing to further my writing career.  Neither will being afraid of producing something new, even if it's not as polished as what I already have.  And in the end I always wander back to the computer like a good little writer.  But those moments will continue to pop up where I convince myself that I've lost the magic touch, and my agent will figure out that I'm a hack, and it will all be over.  I will still worry that it will all be snatched away from me in the night. 

As far as I can tell, the solution is the same as it's always been: get back to work.  So I'll push those little nagging voices to the back of my head and try to listen to the characters again. 

Agented!

Long time no see...and a lot of things have changed since I last posted.  For one, I signed with an agent--the lovely Clare Wallace of the Darley Anderson agency!  This is the full story.  (Full disclosure: this is the first draft of a post I did as a guest on another writer's blog; I'll link to it when it's published over there.)

To give the truest sense of my journey to “The Call”, I want to start in fall 2011, so that hopefully people can learn from my mistakes a little faster than I did.  You see, in October 2011, I “finished” my historical novel, Blessed Among Women.  I thought, hey, this is just like what’s in bookstores!  I need to get this to a publisher stat!  Then I did a little research and found out that you don’t send it to a publisher, silly, you send it to a literary agent with a query letter.  So then I sat down to write a query letter.  And boy, did I bomb.  I’m deeply ashamed to admit that I went after some of the top agents in the field with a poorly-written query letter and a 55k word “novel”.  When their assistants got done wiping tears of laughter from their eyes, I got form reject after form reject.

I feel extremely fortunate that a) I have a hugely supportive husband who really believed that somewhere in what I had written was a real novel; b) I love researching things; and c) I am the world’s most stubborn person.  Ever.  So I was going to find out what I was doing wrong and fix it.

First thing: I dug back into the novel and made additions that enriched the story, and then completely re-wrote the beginning when my beta readers made the comment that it was a good novel “once they got into it”.  To me that said the beginning was too slow, so I concentrated on my strong suit (dialogue) to make the opening punchier.  Then I joined the “Where Past is Prologue” critique group on Agent Query Connect and learned invaluable lessons. 

In January I started the querying process again and got my first requests for pages.  Hooray!  Then I got form rejects on pages.  Ouch.  So I set it aside—stepped back, worked on other projects.  I thought I had shelved the novel, but it kept whispering to me from my Documents folder.  In a fit of procrastination on another project I dove back in to my first love.  I read Writing the Breakout Novel (Maas), On Writing (King), Self-Editing for Fiction Writers and, for the thousandth time, Bird by Bird (Lamott).  Then I thrashed my novel into submission based on what I learned.  I attacked my query with the same fervor, and then started sending again in March. 

That’s when things really started to happen. 

I started getting requests—I was still getting rejections, but now they were personalized, with real suggestions to help my novel, and invitations to re-submit.  I incorporated those suggestions and then sent another batch.  If it sounds like I sent a lot of queries, it’s because I sent a lot of queries.  Over 130.  Maybe even way over 130.  130 is when I stopped counting.  But therein lies the biggest lesson of all.  So many of those were losses before I ever hit send because I didn’t do my homework.  I thought I was done before I even really started.  The lesson is: study up and play by the rules.  The agents who are turning people down are not bad people who can’t see your brilliance.  They are businesspeople who have a job to do and their own rules to play by when they submit to publishers. 

So I sent my just-good-enough query plus the first 30ish pages to Clare Wallace of the Darley Anderson Agency (among others—I sent out batches of ten).  Within a couple of days, I got an email from the agency’s editor, the delightful Vicki LeFeuvre.  She and Clare and read the first part and wanted a synopsis and a full on exclusive.  I know exclusives are a hot-button issue among authors, but I was really drawn to the agency.  I decided it would be worth a delay in sending material to other agents and granted the exclusive.  When the read the full they approached me with a suggestion for revision that would draw the novel more to the “faction” side of historical fiction (basically, they wanted me to draw in more of the true historical element that inspired the novel).  I considered it, decided I’d give it a shot and see how I felt about the changes. 

Well, they’re the experts for a reason.  The suggestions strengthened the novel enormously.  I sent the revision and got an email from Clare a couple of weeks later.  I was actually standing in the grocery store when I opened the email!  She said she wanted to talk about representation.  Let me tell you, there is no better feeling than standing in the frozen foods aisle reading those words.  Several days later my phone was ringing and I was trying to keep my cool. 

We talked for about thirty minutes, but I knew immediately that she was the right one.  Her vision for the novel perfectly aligned with mine, and she was excited to hear about the other projects I’m working on.  She sent me the contract later that afternoon.

I know this is long, but if it saves anyone some heartache it’s worth it.  I learned a lot about patience in this process, and it’s what served me best.