Thursday, August 31, 2006

Inspiring Minds Want to Know...

I've heard that writing is the loneliest profession in the world. It's a solitary experience that can rarely be shared with others. Sure, you can attend conferences with other like-minded writers. You can even collaborate with another writer on a project. But ultimately, it comes down to you and your blank page (or screen).

There are days when the words come fast and furious. There are other days when the words come at a trickle. Then there are days when you say, "Forget it. I just don't feel like writing." And if you're not a disciplined writer (and I'm not), it's easy to just push the notebook aside, close up the laptop and break out with a book, magazine, CD or watch TV. (Now, I must admit that I consider time spent reading Writer's Digest or The Writer as time spent on my writing. Which is not exactly true.)

If you ask any disciplined (published) writer how they do it, I'd bet the one thing they would all say is this: WRITE. Victoria Christopher Murray says that you have to write every day - even if it's only a word or a sentence. And I try, I really do. But then there are those days when you don't - or can't - find the words no matter how hard you try. That's usually when I say, "Forget it," and I grab a magazine or watch a movie. But sometimes, this can actually be a good thing!

I find, from time to time, that the words from another medium - a movie, a television program, a song - can really get my juices flowing. Sometimes it can be a quote that I'll come across. But often, I'll be watching a movie and there's this one line that will hit me like someone slapped me upside my head and I find myself scrambling for a piece of paper and a pen to write it down. Once I get it down, that usually pushes me to find my current project and get back to work.

Here are a few of my favorite "Get back to work!" moments:

My hubby and I were watching Finding Forrester when the ever-so-lovely Sean Connery delivered this line to his protege (played by Rob Brown): "No thinking. That comes later. You write your first draft with your heart. And you rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is to write, not to think." I had to stop the movie and rewind it about 5 times to get that one down. I also adopted it as my signature line in my emails. (Whenever I get down about my writing, I have friends who throw this back in my face. Thanks!)

The movie Music of the Heart is another inspirational favorite. Meryl Streep makes you believe that anyone can do anything they set their mind to. She pushes children into believing in themselves even when others make fun of them or tell them they can't do it. Plus, the concert at the end is simply wonderful.

There's a line in Notting Hill that always makes me swoon: "I'm just a girl... standing in front of a boy... asking him to love her." It might sound corny, but when you think about it (especially in the context of the film), there is so much depth and passion. I always want my writing to be written simply but with that kind of depth and passion.

Aaron Sorkin is a writing genius. He wrote A Few Good Men and created one of my all-time favorite shows, The West Wing. The first season was arguably the most brilliant, as in the episode "The Crackpots and These Women." There were two wonderful monologues that did me in. The first was uttered by the delightful Bradley Whitford (as Josh Lyman): "I want to be a comfort to my friends in tragedy and I want to be able to celebrate with them in triumph. And for all the times in between, I just want to be able to look them in the eye. I want to be with my friends, my family, and these women." Then there's the closing speech by the brilliant Martin Sheen (as President Bartlet): "What'll be the next thing that challenges us... that makes us work harder and go farther? You know, when smallpox was eradicated, it was considered the single greatest humanitarian achievement of this century. Surely, we can do it again. As we did in the time when our eyes looked toward the heavens, and with outstretched fingers, we touched the face of God." I had to remind myself to breathe after it was over. (Yes, a lot of it had to do with delivery, but you can deliver if there's nothing there in the first place.)

Finally (but it's definitely not the last), there's a song by Kurt Carr entitled, No One Else. Like no other song it definitely reminds me why I'm doing what I do:

No one else can preach your sermon.
No one else can sing your song.
No one else can do what God has chosen you to do.
Your gift was given from above;
A blessing from the Father's love.
So use your gift to the glory of God.

I hope you're inspired to do what you've been called to do. I know I am.

In Him,
Donna

P.S. Feel free to share some of your inspirations!

Monday, August 14, 2006

Jumpstart!

In July, I went to the Black Writers and Reunion Conference in Dallas, Texas. I had a blast. Below is my report on my trip:

So I get to Dallas and see my friend Michelle at the airport. It is so hot down there, you feel like the devil himself is walking next to you while you're wearing gasoline-soaked underpants on. Yes, that hot. :) Even at 10 at night it's just that hot. Sheesh.

We get to the conference that evening and met quite a few people from all over the country. All of them were nice. We exchanged cards and chatted a bit and played a game. I watched Michelle's friend Vincent Alexandria play Dominos. Vincent is a hoot; I can see why he and Michelle are friends - or not.

Anyway, Saturday morning I get to registration and find out that I'm going to be meeting with an agent who had critiqued part of my work that I had previously sent in. I didn't know that was going to happen. I also find out that there's another agent there who represents Christian fiction and I get to pitch my book.

Nice.

Now I'm terrified.

I wasn't planning on any of this. I get Michelle to help me work on my pitch in between sessions. The sessions were very good and very helpful. I got some great marketing tips from Reshonda Tate Billingsley. I previously read one of her books so it was good to meet her in person. I even had my picture taken with her and she sent my friend an autographed copy of another book when I told her how much she enjoyed it!

Lunch was a discussion panel on how to combat the black male crisis through literature. Very enlightening. Vincent is the moderator. He is surprisingly articulate and very funny. (No offense Vincent!) Afternoon sessions are also good. Now it's time to go to the pitches.

First, there was a critique session with Agent #1. She's very nice and when I introduce myself she says, "Oh you're Donna Deloney." I'm scared; she smiles. She tells me she was impressed and that I should seek representation. Who, me? I'm thinking. I smile and nod and say thank you, all the while my head is about to explode it's getting so big.

Okay, now I'm freaking out. So I go across the room (about 8 feet) to meet with Agent #2. Here I have to actually pitch the book. She's asking me all sorts of questions, then hands me a release form to sign. Our conversation gets really interesting and she asks to see the first three chapters. Now my head is officially ready to pop off my neck. Yes, I have met with two agents who are interested in my work. Representation? A possibility. But they like my work! They really do! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! This is so overwhelming because this is the first time that I've ever had industry professionals review my work or listen to my pitch about the book. And somehow, through the grace of God, I have impressed them! Lil' ol' me. How amazing is that!

That evening, we went to the "reception" then went to dinner with two nice women - Alicia and "Big Mama" who is a size 4 and hilarious. Lovely. Yes, very lovely indeed. It's hotter than blazes and we're at Macaroni Grill and they have a fireplace. What does any restaurant in Dallas need with a fireplace?!

Sunday is final sessions and we had a great time just talking with everyone. I introduce Michelle to Agent #1, who was so impressed with her editing work on my manuscript that she is going to start sending work her way. Michelle is over the moon and I am too for her. Plus, being the only editor there, she made lots of contacts and several people have asked her to edit their manuscripts. You go, girl!

It was bliss being in the company of published, known authors and those who are trying to get there but all on the same page and like-minded and all looking like us. I now understand what Nirvana is.

Sunday evening I go to Michelle's house and quickly review the first three chapters of my manuscript and send them off to Agent #2. Then it's time to pack and get ready to go home to my men (whom I'm missing terribly by this time).

I leave Dallas and return to Chicago, only to find that the devil has found me and brought a spare pair of gasoline soaked underpants. Oh, and the air conditioner in my bedroom at home is busted. Fun.

In the next episode, watch Donna try to figure out how to keep her inflated ego in check and satisfy the needs of the agents...

In Him,
Donna

Welcome one and all!

Well, I've finally got my wish.

Well, not that wish...

Not that one either...

It's to have my very own column! Yes, I've wanted to have my own column for years. Now, thanks to the wonder that is cyberspace, I have my own column! And no, I'm not getting paid for my opinions - yet.

I was inspired to do this after reading a few blogs by people I've recently met. (More on that later.) I figured since it was free, I'd give it a whirl. At best, it'll help me get the word out on my book. (More on that later.) At worst, I can get a few of my friends to read my ruminations, musings and rants.

I hope by reading this blog, you'll learn more about me, about the writing process (as it is in my little world), the publishing process (as I've experienced it), plus my thoughts on the world at large. I may even share some of my experiences with marriage, motherhood and the wonderful world of conception.

Please feel free to share your comments - and do tell ALL your friends.

I hope I make you smile, think and be blessed - and not necessarily in that order.

In Him,
Donna