JENN KELLY

the journey from writing a novel to ... what were we talking about again?

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I Love News…

First off? Let me say how excited I am that Target is coming to Canada. While my heart feels bad for Zellers, let’s face it, Target has its act together. And they sell great clothes at cheaper prices. Not…cheap clothes at cheap prices. And their linens! Don’t even get me started on their duvets!

I’ve got an agent. And I think I’m allowed to say who it is. Mr. Bill Jensen! I am super excited as we had a few phone calls and every single time I talk to him, I get that ‘sparkle’ in my eyes (has hubby puts it) because I honestly believe he is the one that will help me reach my potential. Yay! And you couldn’t ask for a sweeter guy. I like him. Sadly, he lives in Oregon.  But strangely coincidental (God-incidental: my word!) is that my lovely ex-editor Kathleen just moved to the exact same town he lives in! How crazy is that? No, I haven’t checked out flight tickets yet, but probably later today. First I have to take down my tree.

While I haven’t really heard anything from Zondervan about book 3 (as Bill kindly reminded me) the publishing business is crazy-slow. I can’t believe how slow it is. And I’m sitting here debating whether to start book 3, banking on, what I think are good sales, to expect a book 3, or if I should write the Amish Fiction.  My AGENT (oooh, I like that word!) told me to just write the A.F. as it has a strong plot. Oh, I wish I could share with you, but I really can’t. Except to say that the main character ends up in an Amish community. But the craziest part which is blowing my mind off the rails (ie. spent twenty minutes in the cooking section at Chapters staring off into space) is that I need to write 70,000 words.

Dude.

That’s a lot of words.

I’ve written two books, one is 36,000 and the other is about 33,000. Which added up, would be the right amount. However, it took me 5 months to write the second and that’s only half an adult book.

And then there’s the daunting issue of aiming for the big leagues now. Which means bigger words, better descriptions and more character involvement.

I’m kinda excited.

I think I need to make a list of things I need to do beforehand (ie: study Amish Villages and find rockin’ soundtrack) and do some soul searching.  I’m so excited.

And I love how God gave me the most awesome idea for the book in a dream at 5:31am.  And I wish I could share it, but I can’t. Just know that it involves a mason jar. :)

Drinking: market spice tea from Teaopia. Ohmyword it’s gooood!

Watching: the soft snow coming down.

Listening to: the child build paper airplanes.

Reading: Vanity Fair (december issue with Cher on the cover) it’s fantastic! There’s this awesome vignette on a couple of military guys who were stranded in the ocean during WWII. Absolutely fascinating! And Cher gave a good interview too.

Being Brave

I’ve already mentionned that I’m looking for an agent. I gave myself until January 1 to do it. Which meant hunkering down and ignoring the call of the wii, the walks outside and the movies on tv to read my literary agent book and hi-light what looks good.  Now I’m researching them on the web.  And today I searched a few and then had a moment of boldness.

I had met an agent at the Word Guild Writer’s Conference in Guelph back in 2009. Or maybe it was 2008. Oh I hope it was 2009 or I look like a bum.   Anyway, let’s call him Fred. Fred and I hit it off really well and he gave a talk on platform. Which was fascinating, but scary.  I pitched him and he told me to contact him. I did and he turned me down. Rejection #43.  And I let him go.

As I’m going through the agents that have already rejected me, I have to pause.  Which ones should I bother trying to contact again?  The ones who never responded? The ones who actually sent me a personal rejection? The ones where they had their assistant do it? (Last one would be a ‘no’.)  There’s the pride factor of being all, ‘well, you rejected me and look how famous I’m gonna be and your boss is gonna be peeved at you’. Which of course is never a healthy way to be, although for the ‘what-if’ game, it’s fun for ten minutes.  Then there’s the ‘am I good enough now?’ thought.   And there’s the ‘I don’t want to pay an agent if I’m already in!’ thought.

It’s terribly confusing.

And makes me stare off into space quite frequently.

Which is lots of fun. But I have no time to do that. I have to find an agent.

Watching: Cars

Listening to: Pachelbel Canon (the gaffer listens to it while he sleeps. has since he was a baby. am going to play it at his wedding to see if he falls asleep. also have baby video of very large poop mess he made to shame him at wedding also)

Eating: salad with pecans

Reading: Narnia. Harry Potter. Demons and Angels. Depends what room I’m in.

Serves Me Right

This is what I get for posting about wanting a change.

My beautiful, lovely, funny, brilliant, hilarious, loving, endearing, magical, crazy, kind-hearted editor, Kathleen, is leaving.

Yes, my heart is breaking and I keep leaking.

Her husband got an amazing acceptance to a brilliant University to study his amazing profession and she managed to snag an amazing job offer at a fantastic publishing house.

The other side of North America.

I am so sad.

But I’m so happy for her. This means awesome changes and brilliant times and an adventure that one needs to have before settling down to plant roots.

But oh my heart hurts.

So many thoughts are racing like mad through my mind: will she still be my bestie? will she still answer my emails? i can’t send her as many emails anymore because she’ll have a new life now. who’s going to be my new editor? will she get ‘it’? will she fight for Jackson Jones? will she be on my side? will she be the amazing brilliant editor that I need that pushes me to do my best and strain me into places I’ve never been and experience frustration/anger/writer’s block/joy/better writing/better ideas?

I don’t know.

I hate not knowing things. I think I have a fear of the unknown. I wonder if that has a name? Ok, I just looked it up and it said ‘xenophobia’. Which I’m pretty sure isn’t it. Because a ‘xenophobe’ is someone who is afraid of other people.

 

I’m going to eat chocolate now.

watching: nothing

eating: chocolate. don’t you listen?

 

Waiting…

I’m pretty sure I already have a post on this.

But I’m waiting again.

I sent off the manuscript and while the lovely Kathleen has told me that I’ve “got it”, I still wait.

I was told the book wouldn’t be out until next August. And that they would release a softcover of Jackson Jones at that time as well.

I asked if there was a chance I’d be writing a third. She said ‘maybe’. It all depends how sales are.

I think I chewed my fingernails off.

But as hubby says, ‘there is no point in worrying because worrying does nothing to fix the situation’.

I still chewed my fingers.

 

Watching: I don’t know.

Eating: pizza. oof.

Reading: Just finished um, Margaret Atwood’s new book there. Um. “Flood” or something.

Listening to: the boys have a sword fight in the basement. I will point out they are made of styrofoam. Just so you don’t think I’m pyscho.

I Like To Think…

of myself as a disorganized, organized person.

I have all my plans and dates in three different date books but they are scattered throughout the house. I have discarded papers all over my library floor (editing) but I can tell you that my journal is underneath the pile of blank papers over by the second printer. I can tell you that my July student loan payment receipts (yes, still paying them off!) are underneath the empty bowl, empty plate, other journal and a book on the black bookshelf.  I can tell you that I have a stack of magazines (all Bon Appetit, Cooking Light and some Writer’s Magazines) are beside the chair, stacked, underneath two bibles (I like different translations) and part of my manuscript.  I can tell you that my brown jacket is underneath my party dress that I wore two nights ago, which is lying over the chair.

I thought for sure I had four weeks until the edited version was due.

It’s two.

Eeeeek!

Reading: Pollyanna Grows Up

Eating: chai latte! hello? I’m writing!

Watching: IronMan 2

Listening to: clock ticking

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