Seeing What’s Not There (Plus a Giveaway)

unnamed (1)You know what I realize more and more the longer I do this thing called publishing?

A good editor is worth her weight in gold.

May I take a moment to brag on my editor, Shannon Marchese? (Shannon, if you’re reading this, I know you’re shaking your head. Indulge me, please.)

Do you know what Shannon (and other editors like her) are so good at?

Seeing what isn’t there.

They don’t merely seek to improve what’s already on the page.

They have this uncanny ability to see what could be, but isn’t yet. They turn potential into vision. Then they help the author turn that vision into reality. 

For my upcoming release, A Broken Kind of Beautiful, the potential existed in a character named Marilyn Olsen.

In the original version, Marilyn Olsen was nothing more than a secondary character who served one main purpose–getting my heroine, Ivy Clark, to Greenbrier. Beyond that, she didn’t have a significant role in the story.

Shannon, along with my line editor Lissa Johnson, quickly realized that Marilyn had so much more to give. They saw what a huge role she could play in Ivy’s journey, if only I would let her. 

So let her, I did. Marilyn not only received more page time, she became a point-of-view character with her very own arc.

The result?

A story that is much deeper than it was before my editors got their hands on it.

Was the original version publishable?

Probably.

But on this side of the edits, I’m so much more confident in this novel. And so much more eager to share it with readers. 

So let’s get the sharing started, shall we?

Starting today, and every Monday until the release (April 15th), I will be giving away one autographed copy of A Broken Kind of Beautiful. That’s SEVEN opportunities to win. To enter this week’s giveaway, check out the rafflecopter below! But first, here’s a little bit about the book you’re entering to win:

A Broken Kind of Beautiful

Sometimes everything you ever learned about yourself is wrong.

Fashion is a fickle industry, a frightening fact for twenty-four year old model Ivy Clark. Ten years in and she’s learned a sacred truth—appearance is everything. Nobody cares about her broken past as long as she looks beautiful for the camera. This is the only life Ivy knows—so when it starts to unravel, she’ll do anything to hold on. Even if that means moving to the quaint island town of Greenbrier, South Carolina, to be the new face of her stepmother’s bridal wear line—an irony too rich for words, since Ivy is far from the pure bride in white. 
 
If only her tenuous future didn’t rest in the hands of Davis Knight, her mysterious new photographer. Not only did he walk away from the kind of success Ivy longs for to work maintenance at a local church, he treats her differently than any man ever has. Somehow, Davis sees through the façade she works so hard to maintain. He, along with a cast of other characters, challenges everything Ivy has come to believe about beauty and worth. Is it possible that God sees her—a woman stained and broken by the world—yet wants her still?

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Do you have any questions about the editing process? Feel free to ask them below!

Please join me and former model, Olivia Ryan, next Monday as she shares a powerful testimony about God’s ability to set her free from the heavy chains that held her captive during a time when her life looked most glamorous to the outside world. I’ve heard this testimony before, friends. I promise, you will be blessed. So make sure to mark your calendars!  

*Winners will receive their autographed copy as soon as I receive my author copies.

Sloppy Copy to Pretty Book

editsI’m fairly certain people think I’m kidding when I tell them how horrible my first drafts are.

Let me assure you, I’m not kidding. I’m not even exaggerating. 

I put the sloppy into sloppy copy, if you know what I mean.

In fact, I’ve told my husband that should I die, he is to delete all the rough drafts from my computer, lest anyone read them and realize I’m a total  hack. 

My first attempt at writing a story–any story–is never pretty. 

I think this is true for the majority of authors.

When I sit down to draft a novel, the goal is to get the story out. You can’t edit a blank page, after all.

Even though I know this in my head. Even though EVERY novel I’ve ever written has started this way, it always freaks me out when I dive into editing mode. The more I read, the more my soul wants to curl into a ball of dread. Because oh. my. word. It’s a hot mess.

This is where I find myself right now. Freaking out in editing mode.

Thankfully, I have a husband and a best friend who remind me that I get this way with every book. And thankfully, I have a God who goes by the name Jehovah Jireh – the Lord will Provide.

Being in this place, while not exactly fun, is an exercise in surrender and trust. It’s one more way this writing journey brings me to my knees. Because on my own, the only thing I’m capable of producing is drivel.

So I pray for God to guide my pen, breathe life into my characters, and show me the heartbeat of the story, then walk in obedience until the novel is ready to send to my editor. 

Some of you might be wondering what that walk of obedience looks like, in practical terms. What happens during the editing process?

First, I print out the sloppy mess. I buy a new pen. And I read through the draft as quickly as possible. The goal? Ignore the clunky prose and focus on story cohesion. This is the round where I make big changes. Delete entire chapters. Get rid of entire characters. That sort of thing.

Second, I sit in front of my computer and read the book out loud, this time focusing on my favorite part of the writing process–prettifying the prose. This is my happy place.

Third, I transfer the manuscript to my Kindle and read it through once more, making final changes.

Once I’m done, I send it off to my editor and wait for her to read it so we can begin the editing process all over again. 

By the time the book is ready to hit bookstores, it bares little resemblance to that first sloppy copy. 

Don’t believe me?

Maybe someday (far, far into the future, when I’m brave and daring) I’ll post some snippets of a rough draft as proof. 

Let’s Talk: Whatever you do–what part of your job scares you the most? What part is your favorite?

Winter Olympics: Name that Event

1685272210_1391911148Okay, I admit.

I don’t typically get into the Olympics.

I’m not sure why. 

But for some reason, I’m into them this year.

Maybe because I finished my rough draft for novel #4 (releasing February, 2015) and since I’m wanting to take a week long break before diving into edits, the Olympics are the perfect creative break. Maybe this frigidly cold winter has me in hibernation-TV-watching mode. Or maybe because Brogan’s old enough to enjoy some of the events.

Either way, I’ve been watching them with my hubby, and occasionally the B-man.

Here are some things I’ve said as I watch. Can you guess which events I was watching when the words were said?

  • How do these guys keep track of where their bodies are?
  • Is it possible for any man to look masculine while doing this?
  • Do you think someone would they die if they fell?
  • She looks like she’s twelve.
  • I don’t get why this is exciting to watch.
  • Whoa, look at his face!
  • How fast do you think they’re going?

Let’s Talk: Any guesses? What thoughts have gone through your head while watching?