Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Linda's path to becoming a published author...



When I started writing with the intention of becoming a published author, I never dreamed it would take me almost nine years to become published. More accurately, I never dreamed it would take me nine years to get my act together enough to reach that goal.

It’s not that I didn’t try, because I did. I wrote one book and shopped it around to every publisher for which I could find an address. It met with varying degrees of rejection from all, and eventually made its way to my desk drawer to gather dust. I started two more books but got bogged down in plots that were complicated beyond my ability at that point. And then I got discouraged.

It became increasingly easy to blame life for getting in the way, but the truth is, I let it do so. For several years. Eventually, however, the urge to write overcame even the strongest of my excuses and so I dusted off a story I had begun several years before, polished the first three chapters, and sent them to my critique partners. The feedback I received was positive, and so I took a deep breath and made a second plunge into the “serious” waters. It took me a year to finish the manuscript for A Fairy Tale for Gwyn (and to break all the bad avoidance habits I’d developed), and another year to shop it around to publishers. The story met with rejection after rejection, but enthusiastic ones (if such a thing is possible!). Editors liked my story, liked the characters, liked the conflict, and liked my writing style, but didn’t like the Hollywood star aspect. In a nutshell, A Fairy Tale for Gwyn didn’t fit their “current needs.”

But I liked Gwyn and Gareth’s story too much to let it die a dusty death in a drawer, and so I decided to look beyond the traditional publishing houses. I queried The Wild Rose Press and their response was immediate and favorable; they wanted to see the full manuscript. Things moved forward rapidly from there and about three weeks later I got “the call” (in my case, an e-mail). Of course I called everyone I could think of to let them know…and I think I must have grinned for a solid week without stopping. The editor assigned to work with me, Jamie West, was wonderfully professional and efficient. She requested only a couple of minor revisions and before I knew it, I had the galleys, the final proofread was done, and the book was in the production line-up.

After nine long years, it took me just a matter of weeks to become an about-to-be-published debut author. And now, a few months later, I can proudly share Gwyn and Gareth’s story with you –I hope you like it as much as I do!

Thanks so much for joining us today, Linda!

--Mary

A FAIRY TALE FOR GWYN...


Linda, I absolutely adore this cover. I read the blurb and the excerpt and have to say, this one is going to be on my 'must read' list.

A Fairy Tale for Gwyn - Blurb -


Gwyn Jacobs doesn’t believe in happy-ever-after.

Ever since her ex-husband walked out four years ago, abandoning her with a toddler and infant twins, Gwyn has been mother, father, and bread-winner all rolled into one. Her own scarred heart and failed marriage aside, she is determined not to open up her children’s lives to the possibility of another heartbreak...until her very own fairy tale falls into her lap -- and the hero won’t take no for an answer!

And now, the excerpt:
“I think you should,” he said.


Gwyn reached for the handrail and gripped it until the ache in her knuckles remained her only link to reality. She thought she should, too, but decided to make sure they were thinking about the same thing. “Should what?”

“Know why else I’m leaving.”

She gulped for air. She absolutely didn’t want to know, she told herself, because it was for the best, and reasons didn’t matter. They couldn’t matter. But when she tried to deny him, she managed only a thread of a whisper, a single word. “Why?”

Strong, heated fingers closed over hers, slid against them, twined with them.

“Because if I don’t leave now, I won’t leave at all.” Gareth’s thumb stroked her wrist, playing havoc with her pulse. “Because, besides missing my plane and breaking my contract, I’d still be here in the morning when your kids woke up, and you’d hate both of us if that happened. And because I respect you, and them, too much to do that to you.”

Gwyn squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on his words rather than his touch. Respect…kids…she felt certain the words should have some importance, but she couldn’t seem to get past the warm, pulsing ache spreading through her body.

Gareth’s voice swore in her ear. He’d moved closer. Close enough that his scent filled her senses to overflowing, and his hair brushed her cheek when she moved her head, and…

“You’re not helping,” he muttered.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Wh-what?”

“I said, you’re not helping,” he grated.

With a shock, Gwyn realized that he hadn’t been the one to move, and that her own feet had somehow shuffled forward, bringing her to teeter on the edge of her stair, her free hand resting against his shoulder for balance. Her face flamed. She dropped her hand and stepped back.

“I’m sorry.”

Gareth’s clenched jaw made his smile look somewhat tight. “Don’t be. I’m just a bit rusty at this honorable thing. Which brings us to the next discussion.”

Gwyn would have liked to retreat a few more steps before she tried to discuss anything with him, but he still held her hand captive. And with his thumb continuing to travel its hypnotic path over her wrist, she couldn’t muster the will to pull away. She cleared her throat. “What discussion would that be?”

“The one where we decide what we do now. You see, much as I’m enjoying Goldfish soup and doing chicken pox dot-to-dots, I’m afraid those pursuits still fall under the heading of friendship.” He lifted her hand in his, turned it over in his grasp, and traced a finger across her palm. “I meant what I said about wanting more than that from you, Gwyn, and I don’t know how long honor will hold out.”

Nothing on earth could have persuaded her to meet his gaze at that moment.

Gareth lifted his other hand to push a strand of hair away from her face. “Come away with me.”

Except maybe that.


See, I told you guys' you were going to want to read this one!

--Mary

Please welcome, author Linda Poitevin


Welcome, Linda. Thanks for joining us today.

First, let me share with the readers a little about you.
Linda lives just outside Canada’s capital, Ottawa, with her husband, three daughters, and a varied collection of animals. In her spare time, she gardens (organically), cans and freezes the family’s winter fruit and vegetable supply, knits (basically), crochets (better), and starts way more projects than she ever finishes. (Fortunately that doesn’t hold true of her books!) She loves spending time with her family, having coffee with friends, walking by the river and watching thunderstorms…in about that order.

We're certainly glad you chose to finish, A FAIRY TALE FOR GWYN.

Remember, guys, to follow Linda's tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2009/12/virtual-book-tour-linda-poitevin.html.

--Mary

Friday, January 15, 2010

Author Linda Poitevin will be guest blogging here on Tuesday, January 19th.


Author Linda Poitevin will be guest blogging right here on Tuesday, January 19th to discuss her latest release from The Wild Rose Press, A FAIRY TALE FOR GWYN as well as talk about the writing life, so stop by and say hello to Linda.

And remember to follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. Linda's tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2009/12/virtual-book-tour-linda-poitevin.html.

See you then.

Mary

Sunday, January 03, 2010

Shadow Games - Coming Feb 2010 to Champagne Books.

He was the love of her life. The father of her child and now he is missing. Presumed dead behind enemy lines.
Shadow Games, coming February 2010 to Champagne Books.
www.champagnebooks.com