My First Book Signing!

I’m being interviewed over at The Local Q today about the upcoming book signing I’m doing for Eleanore Gray this weekend at Great Debates Books in Quincy from 10 until 1 on Saturday. In addition to signing Eleanore Gray, I’ll be answering any questions about the self-publishing process and how that differs from the ‘tradition’ publication process, so make plans to stop by!

Eleanore Gray Winner!

We have a winner! My random number generator (aka The Kid) dug deep into his mind and came up with the number 4–“But not the four with the triangle on top. I like the four with the square on top. That’s my favorite number.” Out of the mouths of weirdos, no?


So, congratulations to commenter number 4, Barbara Weitz, winner of a complimentary copy of Eleanore Gray! Barbara wrote:
My grandmothers conjure up so many wonderful memories. I can only hope I will leave the same for mine. Sunday my grandchildren ran through the yard, under the pine trees over the wonderful scent of fallen pine needles, around the purple and yellow iris bed, then shimmied up a smooth barked pine tree. “Hi, grandma,” they chimed. I wondered if that moment would form a fond memory for them. Barbara, send me your address and I’ll get the book out to you toot suite!


And thank you so much to all of you who shared such sweet, touching memories of your grandmothers. It was a real treat. (You knew this was going to happen:) I hope everyone else who left a comment will go find Eleanore Gray here at Amazon and here at CreateSpace. Thanks!

How to Self-Publish a Novel

Sarah M. Anderson,
Proud Granddaughter

Authorial Mom Sarah here, with a not-exhaustive recounting of how I published my grandmother Goldie Lucas’ novel, Eleanore Gray.

There’s been a lot of heated (and, dare I say, overheated) discussion about self-publication these days. Brand new authors are forgoing the ‘tradtional’ New York publication routes and putting things out there. Established authors are walking away from contracts to self-publish. The e-book world is changing the playing field faster than anyone can level it.

This is not a blog about those choices. After all, my own books are coming out with Harlequin–that’s pretty traditional. I’m going to go on record here as saying each author has to find the publication method they’re most comfortable with.

Instead, this is a blog about how I (along with my parents, aunts, and uncles) rescued my grandmother’s handwritten novel and brought it out of the closet (literally) and into print form.

Goldie M. Lucas

My reasons: Goldie was a poet. Her voice is lyrical and gentle. But the fact is that selling Eleanore Gray to a traditional publisher would be an uphill batte. It’s a sweet book–no sex, and any violence happens off the page. The most scandalous thing that happens in the whole book is when Eleanore and her friend Nell make bathing costumes and go swimming. In other words, while this is a book my Gram Frances (age: 96 years old) would love, it’s not a book that publishers would be falling over themselves to snatch up. There’s just not that much of a market for sweet, historical, inspirational novels. Traditional publishers would also most likely want revisions–to see the climatic fight, maybe the wedding night. They would want more internal monologue or changes to the point-of-view. As these are the only words of Goldie’s I have, I was unwilling to make wholesale revisions. (Plus, her voice is so distinctive that I had trouble mimicking it for the small changes I did make.)

Second was identifying the market for the book. That’s easy–my relatives. The aunts, uncles, and cousins who had heard Goldie had a book ‘somewhere’ but had never seen it. This is a piece of our family history, so it’s important to the Wrights (Goldie’s maiden name), the Lucases, and all the other branches of the family. If other people buy and love the book, that’s WONDERFUL. I encourage you to check it out here and here! But that’s just icing on the literary cake.

These first and second reasons dovetailed into the third reason: Goldie’s children are not getting any younger, and traditional published could take years of rejections and suggested revisions before any publisher made an offer. Time is of the essence here, and even then, it still took a year.

So I have a list of reasons that argue against traditional publishing. My relatives were supportive of my choice to do the book myself. However, I had never gone the self-publishing route before, so there was a rather large learning curve. Here’s what I did to make this book:

1. Editing. Because Goldie wrote this book and my Uncle Jim had already had it typed up, I didn’t have to write it. But I did have to edit the heck out of it. I did different readings for grammar (commas, apostrophes, etc.), word choice (ah, ‘historical’ terms for certain groups are no longer acceptable; repetition), and cohesiveness (Goldie died before finishing the book. The ending needed work to provide closure.). I read the book about five times BEFORE I even started looking at my publishing options. I had a professional editor (the Lovely Mary, Grammar Goddess) read it as well. My parents read it, too, as did Uncle Jim. Everyone caught different things.

2. Publishing Options: I made the choice to go with CreateSpace, an Amazon.com subsidiary. I thought at the time that would make it easier to load the book to Kindle format (more on that later), but I found several blogs that said Lulu.com, CreateSpace, and all those other print-on-demand services used the exact same printing technology. The book would look the same no matter who did it; it came down to price. CreateSpace was about $1 cheaper for production costs than Lulu.

Side Note: I’m defining ‘self-publishing’ synonymously with ‘print-on-demand.’ Using CreateSpace cost me nothing upfront. The only cost I have is to buy the book. Uploading the files and covers was free. (Same with Lulu.) Now, there are a wide variety of add-on options–I could have purchased cover design help, or formatting assistance. I could have also purchased distribution packages. Some of these add-on services were pretty cheap–the Pro Plan distribution package was about $40. Others, like the Total Design Freedom Marketing Pro service–where you give them a rough manuscript and they give you a finished book–can cost up to $5,000 (that’s dollars, people). I didn’t need any of that junk. I just needed the book printed. Print-on-demand costs are about half of the cover price of the book.

3. Services: As I mentioned above, I could have plunked down 5 grand to get a professional looking book. I didn’t. While that one-stop shopping can seem easy, the odds of recouping that much money off this book are slim. Studies have shown that most self-published books only sell about 250 copies–which is about how many people the average author knows personally. That’s about how many family members I have. If we sell an extra 50, that’s awesome. But again, I’m not putting this book out for fame and fortune. I’m doing it for my family.

So how did I make the book look like a real book instead of something someone slapped a stock photo on? First–and if you’re doing to self-publish, I cannot stress the importance of this enough–GET AN EDITOR. I’m an editor at my day job; I still asked the Lovely Mary to read it. This went through five sets of eyes. Typo-free text is the first sign of professionalism.

Second: I’m not a professional graphic designer. But my friend Leah Hanlin of BlueSky Design is. She was excited to do the book with me. I chose a piece of art that fit the book perfectly from IStock.com and we discussed my ideas. I also brought in a book published by Penguin that was the same shape, size, and theme that I wanted. Leah was doing a book cover for the first time, so she also had a learning curve, but the end result was worth it.

I had heard horror stories of people uploading their Word files and getting books back where the pages had been shrunk from 8 1/2 x 11 to 5 x 8, rendering the font size unreadable. When your target market is over 60, you want to avoid minuscule font sizes. So I asked Leah to set the pages. The inside pages printed exactly as she set them, and the cover looked professional, not half-assed. This service added about $500 to the production costs, which may seem like a lot, but remember, that’s one zero less than CreateSpace was offering for the same thing.

3. Uploading and Proofing: Leah set the pages, and I read the book again (catching about 20 more errors–you can’t proof enough). Then we stayed up way past my bedtime to upload the files. The cover was tricky–we had to shrink the file size without losing the quality–something about flattening. (Again, this is why I hired Leah.) Then CreateSpace checked the files and let me know when I could order a proof, which was the next day.

The shipping on the proof was about $3.50, and was supposed to take a week. It got here four days early, so my personal experience says the faster shipping wasn’t vital.

Then I READ THE BOOK AGAIN. You must do this. Because Leah is a professional (and the printing  gods were smiling on us all), the book was good to go. I did find one indent that was off, an extra hypen where I don’t really need one, and a few commas I’d add back in. But the pages printed in the right order, right-side-up, and the cover lined up. I’m sure that someone will email me with a correction or two, but if you don’t read the proof, you won’t know if you’re putting out a quality product or not.

4. Ordering: So the proof was good; ordering copies came next. Uncle Jim had a family reunion coming up, so I ordered him a box at the author price (about $7.50) and had them shipped to his house. I ordered a separate box for myself. The shipping costs for this bulk order were considerably cheaper–about $0.50-1 a book, instead of $3-4. I could get it faster, but that’s much, much more money.

5. Distribution: Amazon.com is my main distributor, but I have the book stocked at Great Debates, my local independent bookstore, as well as a few church and Christian bookstores. I can also try marketing it in and around the Ozarks in Missouri.

But here’s the thing about that–marketing and distributing a book takes TIME. If you want to sell more than that 250 books I mentioned earlier, you’re going to have to get out there and pound the pavement, press the  flesh, and talk the book up to a lot of people who may or may not care a whit about your ‘baby.’ You have to blog, social network, and beg for reviews. You have to know how much time and energy you can put into marketing, and you have to be prepared to hear that ‘no.’ You have to be able to deal with bad reviews. (For a lesson in how NOT to handle reviews, read this. And then promise me you won’t ever, ever do that.) If you can’t handle that, you need to reconsider putting your book out there.

6. E-book formatting. One of the original reasons I went with CreateSpace was because I thought it would make Kindling the book easier. That wasn’t necessarily true. Leah did a great job with the print version, but she made PDFs on a Mac. When she went to do the Kindle form, she discovered they do not want PDFs. They want some other program that is PC based that requires downloads. Smashwords was the same. This was quite a speed bump in our plans, so we went ahead and did the print version first. Neither one of us has quite figured out how to work this new program on the PC, so I’ll have to get back to you on how it turned out.

I do know that I want the e version out there–that way, it’ll never go away. My son and all potential grandchildren will still be able to find Goldie’s book and read it. Putting Eleanore Gray out there on a cloud makes it close to immortal.

So that’s it. I am still in the middle of the marketing process–sell sheets, cold calls, a box of books in my trunk just in case someone wants one. I hope to recover my costs, but again, this is a piece of my family history. If I sell a million books, great! If not, I’ve done my best by Goldie and her children and grandchildren.

Eleanore Gray can be purchased here at Amazon and here at CreateSpace. And don’t forget that I’m giving away a copy here on June 21st! Be sure to leave a comment to be entered!

Eleanore Gray by Goldie M. Lucas

Authorial Mom Sarah here, and I’m SO excited! Eleanore Gray is here!


As you may recall from this blog and this one, I’ve been working on my grandmother Goldie’s book, Eleanore Gray. This process took a lot longer than I hoped it would (life happens, you know), but I can now safely say that the book is done!


Here’s the back-cover copy:

Eleanore Gray by Goldie M. Lucas

When Dr. Bob Gray drowns, he leaves his young wife, Eleanore, and their three children with a mountain of bills. In 1902, there are few options open to a young widow, so Eleanore takes the scandalous step to relocate her young children to an abandoned farm deep in the Ozark Hills in Missouri. There, nestled in the verdant Hill country, Eleanore transforms from a delicate housewife to a self-reliant farm woman.

Eleanore struggles to understand the backward ways of the Hill people. Her brother-in-law, Will Gray, tries to shield her from the rough ways of her neighbors, but Eleanore is done being shielded. She makes it her Christian mission to save two girls everyone else has written off, and in doing so, finds peace with her woman’s place in the world. But when Will professes his love, Eleanore finds herself struggling not with the question of what she can do for others, but with what she should do for herself.


Goldie was working on this book when she died in 1960. It’s taken 61 years, but we’ve finally been able to publish it. It’s an inspirational historical novel. There’s a touch of romance (a few kisses), but the true love affair is between Goldie and the Ozark Hills of her childhood. Goldie’s lyrical voice shines through each description of the Hill country. 


The book is available online at Amazon here, and at Createspace here. Right now, the print version is the only one available, and it’s $15.95. The Kindle version will be available soon (read: when we get the formatting issues figured out.)


The book will also be available at my local independent bookstore, Great Debates. I’m working on getting it into the Crossing churches and see if any place down in the Ozarks will carry it. 


In the coming weeks, I’ll be talking a little more about the self-publishing journey I undertook with this book, and comparing it to selling my own book to Harlequin, but for now, I hope you’ll order a copy (or three) and leave a review on the Amazon. I put this out there for Goldie’s children and grandchildren, the Wrights and the Lucases, but I encourage you to check it out. I’ve read it about ten times now, and every time, the beauty of her words gets me. It’s a good book. You’ll enjoy it!


To celebrate this joyous event, I’m giving away one copy! All you have to do is leave a comment below telling me about your grandmother. What legacy did she leave you? How did/do you know her? Even a sweet memory will get you entered into this random drawing. The contest ends on June 19th; the winner will be notified here on June 21st. Good luck!


*Contest open to U.S. residents only. No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited. Winner will be randomly chosen by a 6-year-old boy guessing numbers and notified on the Authorial Moms blog on June 21st, 2011.

The Speeding Ticket

Breaker-of-Speeding-Laws

Authorial Mom Sarah here. And it’s confession time, and I have to tell you something. I’m so ashamed.

I got a speeding ticket. While driving.

Oh, but that wasn’t the worst of it. No, the worst of it was that my 96-year-old grandmother and 6-year-old son were in the car.

I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. Well, maybe certain Middle-East dictators who shall remain nameless.

So here’s what happened. I was transporting The Kid to St. Louis, where he was going to spend a fun-filled week with his Mimi and PawPaw. The benefits of this were obvious–he would get to eat Drumsticks at 9:30 at night and get whatever toys his little heart desired. And when that got old? Water guns in an 89-degree hot tub. The good times never stop!

But it wasn’t just for The Kid’s benefit that this trip was being undertaken. You see, my wonderful sister was marrying a wonderful man on Memorial Day weekend in St. Genevieve, MO (which is about a 6 hour drive for us), and we were all invited. (Details on that later!) My Gram is the only surviving grandparent. Did I mention that she’s 96 years old? Well, she can’t travel with as much vim and vigor as she used to. So I was also going to take her down to my Mom’s house (Hi, Mom!) in order to break the long drive into more manageable stretches. So there was that.

But that wasn’t the best part. The best part was that I was going to get a little mommy vacation. For four wonderful days, it was just me and my husband. If we didn’t take The Kid down, I’d have to take time off of work. That would cost me money. And time is money. It was worth it to me. I was working on line edits for both my own book, A Man of His Word, and my grandmother’s book, Eleanore Gray. I needed the time.

So there we are. The Kid and I drive down to Gram’s house, we load in eight (count them, EIGHT) of Gram’s bags into the car, and head out. First, we leave the driveway. Then we turn left, take an immediate right, and find ourselves cruising down a hill. Gram is, um, talking to me enthusiastically (read: yelling at me), and The Kid is demanding I open his water bottle. I’m mentally gritting my teeth about the fact that I have two more hours in the car with this fun-loving pair.

Perhaps I just wanted to get to the passenger exchange site faster. Perhaps, in twisting to retrieve the aforementioned water bottle from The Kid, I depressed the accelerator more than normal. Perhaps I just had it coming–I haven’t had a speeding ticket since about 2 months before my own wedding, nearly 10 years ago. Some would argue I was due.

Whatever the twist of fate, I look up to realized I’m going 42 miles per hour on a residential street as I pass a cop car. Oops.

There was that optimistic 10 seconds after the cops passed me where I thought, “Not it,” as I brake with enthusiasm. Then I seen them turn around in my rear-view mirror. This is where the delusion sets in–maybe they just got another call and they’re responding to it, right? That little bit of madness lasted for about 4 seconds–right until the lights came on.

The moment those lights flashed, I knew that I was, in fact, “IT.” I pull over and curse my luck. Meanwhile, The Kid is cheering–yes, actually cheering–in the back seat. He thinks this is awesome. Field Trip Cool. He’s bouncing in his car seat–hey, at least he was fully buckled at all times–telling me what’s happening in real time. “Mommy, the cop is walking up to the door! Hey, there’s a second cop! He’s walking up on my side!! Mommy, the police are HERE!” Cue excited giggling.

At the same time, though, Gram is going the complete opposite direction. She’s not quite in tears, but she’s getting close. I haven’t even handed over the license and registration, and she’s ‘shoulda, woulda, coulda’-ing me. “I should have made you look at my flowers. You should have gone the other way. I shouldn’t have given The Kid that water bottle.” And so on, and so on, and so on.

The Kid was correct. There were two uniformed officers there to bust me down to brass tacks. Collectively, they weren’t as old as I am. I think they were still in Jr. High. Really. The one taking my info was perfectly polite, but his partner stood on the passenger side of the car, legs apart, arms crossed, GLARING at my little-old-lady Gram and happy young son. Apparently, those two had a real dangerous, Bonnie-and-Clyde look about them.

So I got my ticket, get back in the car. I hear about how the last time Gram got a ticket–while my grandfather was still alive, so we’re talking late 70s here. She had to pay $30. She offers to pay my ticket while I locate the fee list on the darn thing. Turns out that going 45 in a 30 (I was speeding, so I didn’t feel that arguing the 3 MPH was in my best interest) will set you back $125 these days.

Upon this revelation, Gram gets closer to tears. I decide this is a ‘teachable moment’ for The Kid and explain that she will NOT pay the stupid ticket. I made the mistake. I will accept the consequences, etc. etc. etc. I will pay my own speeding ticket (thereby negating the monetary gain of taking The Kid down early so I wouldn’t have to take the day off). Needless to say, I’m not in an especially good mood.

But I’m not going to let it ruin the rest of the trip. We are GOING to Mimi’s house, by God, come Hell, high water, or traffic infractions. We get as far as Bowling Green (half an hour south) before Gram reveals that she was so excited about the trip that she didn’t eat breakfast, so we stop. While I’m opening honey for The Kid’s chicken-like nuggets, Gram cuts me a check for $100 and shoves it in my purse. The rest of the way down, I hear the shouldas, couldas, wouldas. The rest of the trip is uneventful, and the passenger handoff is smooth. Freedom comes with a price, after all.

Later, my Mom emails me to say that, during a quiet moment, The Kid pulled her aside and whispered, in a real happy, conspirator whisper, “My mommy got a speeding ticket.”

All I can say to that is, thank heavens school is out. Otherwise, I’d be the highlight of Show-and-Tell.

Eleanore Gray Update

Before we get to today’s blog, I want to let everyone know (who doesn’t already) that my book Indian Princess will be released in March of 2012–just one year away! It’ll have a new title by then, but the countdown has officially begun!

Now, back to this blog in progress.

Remember this blog from last April on my grandmother Goldie’s book, Eleanore Gray? Well, it’s almost done!

Here’s what’s been happening. I expanded the ending. When I got to the original ending, it glossed over the happily ever after in favor of a recap of the local townsfolk. To me, it felt like it was not only cheating the readers out of closure, but that Eleanore deserved better. The poor woman had suffered a great deal–she deserved a little happiness, too. Upon conferring with my Uncle Jim, Mom, and Dad, we also added a section about how Eleanore’s children were a vital part of the happily ever after, too.

I made some editing changes, too. I am one of those obnoxious people who believes you need a comma before the ‘and’ in a list of three things. I believe it’s called an Oxford comma. Goldie did not subscribe to the Oxford comma theory. I added a lot of commas before Dad also told me he didn’t like those commas, to which I told him, ‘It’s too late. I’m not taking them back out.” We’re in a tense, comma-based détente.

I also took out a few ‘historical’ terms for African Americans. Times have changed since Goldie was working on this book. Let’s just leave it at that.

Beyond that, though, the major addition to this book is what I’m calling “The Collective Biography of Goldie Lucas.” You see, people who remember important things about Goldie, like where she was born and how old she was when she married my grandfather, are harder and harder to come by. I asked Dad to do an ‘About the Author’ for me, and he only had so much to work with. And with three of Goldie’s children already passed on, tracking down stories was a challenge, to say the least.

So we dug deeper. Mom found a folder labelled ‘Reminisces’ that my Uncle Luke, the oldest of the nine kids, had typed up four months before he died. Mom and I emailed various cousins in an attempt to find other memories. It took months to track something for everyone, but in the end, we had each of Goldie’s nine children represented. I added my own part about working on this book, too.

After that, it went through line edits, where the Lovely Mary, Grammar Goddess, read the whole thing with a red pen in hand. I missed a lot of commas, and while I don’t mess up ‘which’ and ‘that’ in my own writing too much, I missed it in this book entirely. Plus, I will never, ever get the hang of ‘toward’ versus ‘towards.’ The Lovely Mary has explained this to me several times–with increasing levels of firmness–and I still blow it. Every time.

Up to now, this has been a project where I’ve been familiar with all the steps. But with the text now edited and finished, I’m about to head right on over to ‘clueless.’ Yes. It’s time to actually publish this baby!

I’ve got a cover image picked out, and the back cover text ready to go. I’m hiring my dear friend Leah Hanlin of Blue Sky Design to format the book into trade paperback size and get the cover set up for me. One of the problems I’ve seen with self-published books is that the 8 1/2 x 11 inch Word Document page gets shrunk down to fit whatever page size the author chooses, leading to a 7 point font. Needless to say, 7 point fonts are not going to win the hearts and minds of seniors, who would be my target audience (esp. those to whom I am related).

After we get the formatting done and the cover finalized, I’m going to run Eleanore Gray through Amazon’s self-publishing arm, CreateSpace. I’ll also have it up as a Kindle e-book, so any time you want to get a copy of it, it’ll be there.

In a few weeks, I’ll tell you more about the actual book–who these people are, who would enjoy reading it, etc. But, like all good things, you have to wait for it!

Pitch or Publish?

So, I’m almost done reading my grandmother Goldie’s manuscript for Eleanore Gray. And I’m not sure what to do with it. It’s a lovely book, about 83,000 words. In book language, we call that ‘single title.’ Goldie captures the poetic beauty of the world in sentence form in ways that make me jealous. For example:


“The leaves that had ornamented the hillside with inspiring jewel colors faded and dropped to the ground, spent and weary from artistic labors.”

Wow. That’s just beautiful. This isn’t really surprising–Goldie was a nationally recognized poet. Still, when I reach a sentence like that one, I’m floored by it.


The plot is a little slow to develop, and the characters don’t have much internal monologue. My first question is, How much should I change it? Should I edit to make all point-of-views consistent? Should I try to speed up the plot developments? Should I get into each character’s heads more during the emotional turning points?At what point do they stop being Goldie’s words and start being mine? It’s not a romance novel–if I start adding things, will it come out as overly-romantic, since that’s my strength?


Regardless, it’s a beautiful book, and I’m going to publish it. The next question is, How? Eleanore goes to the Ozark hill country and in her quiet, Christian way, works to save some of her neighbors. I don’t know if I should take the time to pitch this to an inspirational, Christian publisher, like Barbour Publishers, or just go ahead and do it myself.


I’m open to suggestions here. What do you think?

A Panel Presentation Proposal

Yeah, I’m still struggling with the ending of my current Work In Progress, The Wannabe Cowboy. And true, my grandmother’s book, Eleanore Grey, is still just sitting on that hard drive, waiting to be polished and self-published so my father and aunts and uncles can read it. Oh, I got two more books to review in the mail the other day, with revisions on the last review I wrote coming back in the next few days. Let’s not forget about the one-on-one tutoring, the freelance editing job, the day job, or the Mom job.

I haven’t been working on any of that this week (excepting the day job and the Mom job, of course.) No, this week, I’ve been working on something that won’t come to fruititon for another ten months–my RWA Nationals Panel Presentation Proposal.

I love me some good, old fashioned alliteration, but even “Panel Presentation Proposal” is a mouthful. I think I bit my tongue the other day.

This proposal is a classic example of “hurry up and wait.” Proposals are due by October 15th; the National conference isn’t until June 28th of next year (because if it was June 28th of this year, I’d be somewhere in the neighborhood of ‘screwed’). Along with the fabulous Kaki Warner, I’m putting together a panel discussion on western romances. Everyone has said that having handouts will better the odds a proposal gets picked, so Kaki’s trying to nail down a few Big Name Authors and Editors to join us while I pull some fantastic handouts out of mid-air and make them all pretty.

There’s a couple of good reasons why a as-of-yet-unpublished author such as myself would want to pull off a presentation. First off, it’s good blog fodder. Oh, the tension–with Big Name Authors say yes? Will the handouts be in a readable font? Will the proposal get accepted???

Second, it gives me another outlet for my nervous energy–there’s been too much of that around recently.

Third, it gets my name out there, and keeps Kaki’s name out there (although her books are so wonderful, she doesn’t need as much help).

Fourth, it helps build a community of like-minded western romance authors.

And lastly, (this is the big one), those who present at the conference get “financial consideration”–i.e. a reduced conference fee. The 2011 RWA conference is being held in New York City (which, by law in this household, must be said in a Pace Salsa ad from 15 years ago kind of voice–you know the one I mean). NY ain’t cheap, and it’s even less cheap when the loving Hubby and adorable Kid are going to tag along so we can make a family vacation out of it. (Toss in tickets to a ball game, a Broadway show, and possibly dinner someplace insane, like the Waldorf Astoria, and NY gets less cheap all the time.)

So I’m hurrying up on the Panel Presentation Proposal, so that Kaki can have a look at all my fabulous (?) handouts before the deadline. And then, we wait.

Luckily, I’ve got things to do to keep me busy.

WIP

Which is not the same as R.I.P. from last week’s obituary (and thanks again for all your well wishes!). No, WIP means Work In Progress for all you non-author types out there. In my case, it usually means Works In Progress.

Case in point: I haven’t even handed The Indian Princess off to my agent yet, and I’ve already got 15,000 words done on another book, tentatively titled The Wannabe Cowboy, and I’ve got 7,000 words done on the follow-up to The Mystic Cowboy (A reoccurring ‘Cowboy’ title theme? Know your target audience!), called The Man Called Nobody. (Yes, it’s a shout out to one of my all time fav-rave cowboys, Clint, but my character’s name actually is Nobody.)

Plus, (I can hear you saying out loud, plus??) I’m mentally churning through the follow-up to The Wannabe Cowboy, (really) tentatively called The Wannabe Indian. There may be a third Wannabe book out there, but it has not yet chosen to fully reveal itself to me as of yet. And I have another book waiting to be written, too–a complete reboot of an earlier book I wrote that is currently gathering dust on a shelf. Basically, the names and the characters’ occupations would be the same. Just about everything else would be different.

Yes. I’m an anomaly. I’m comfortable with who I am. 
So that’s two WIP, and two more in the chute. Toss in some freelance jobs and my grandmother Goldie’s WIP, Eleanore Gray, and that should keep me off the streets until there’s a lot of snow on the ground.
So, in advance, I’d like thank/apologize to my mother (Hi, Mom!), the Lovely Mary (Grammar Goddess), and Laurel Levy (beta reader extraordinaire) for all their hard work/tolerance of this onslaught of cowboy-based literature. 
Ladies, I’m going to make the next cowboy extra-hunky, just for you.

Eleanore Gray

I have a project. 


Oh, my, what a project it is. Allow me to explain. I’m a writer. Now, some people might wonder where I get all that natural creativity, but those people are not related to me. No, people I’m related to know exactly where I get any talent I possess. I get it from my Dad’s mother, Goldie.


This is Goldie when she was quite young.

Backstory: (Yes, I have a backstory problem. Stick with me here.) Goldie was born and raised in the Missouri Ozarks a long time ago. In fact, her family was displaced by the building of the Bagnell Dam and the creation of The Lake of the Ozarks. Goldie’s whole family was inherently gifted with words. Her sisters wrote novels and poetry; Goldie herself wrote the poem that described the Lake as the Dragon Lake, which it’s still known as today.

Goldie married Pop and together, they had nine kids.

My Dad is the second youngest. We used to go visit in the house he grew up in; by my modern standards, there was barely enough room for two people in that house, but Goldie and Pop raised all nine kids there.

Goldie’s health failed her sooner than it should have, and she died when my Dad was 13. I never knew her. I knew Mema Maggie, who married Pop some years later and was a wonderful mother and grandmother. But even though Mema was the only grandmother I ever knew (on Dad’s side; Gram is still alive and kicking!), I always knew about Goldie. My Aunt Naomi (the oldest girl out of the nine) gave me a cup from Goldie’s china set when I graduated from high school.

A few months ago, I learned a lot more about Goldie. My Uncle Jim called me up one day, and said he had something he wanted to give me.

I’d always thought of Goldie as a poet, but that turned out to be wrong. When she died, she was working on a novel about an Ozark family displaced by the Bagnell Dam in the 1930s called Eleanore Gray. Uncle Jim had the whole darned thing in a box in the bottom of a closet.


Time was not kind to the book. The pages are crumbling, and, clearly, at some point a mouse made off with some action verbs.

Over the years, Uncle Jim had tried to do something–anything–with Goldie’s last work. He’d had ‘some gal’ in Iowa finish it, but when Jim gave the completed manuscript to my father to read, my father found a mention of air conditioning in a car in the third paragraph, and the realization that the ‘gal’ hadn’t done a stellar job of saving the book pretty much put the whole thing back in the box in the closet for another few years.

Enter me. I’m an author; I’m also a writer and editor at the day job. Uncle Jim’s eyesight isn’t what it used to be, so he decided to give the whole thing to me in hopes that I could turn 288 page handwritten manuscript into a book that we could all believe Goldie would have been proud of.

As I said, I never knew Goldie. But reading her book, I feel like I know her a whole lot better now.

For example, she only wrote on one side of each sheet of paper, saving the other side for edits or doodles. My grandparents were not rich; with nine kids to feed, they were probably danced around the poverty line. But Pop made sure Goldie had enough paper to write on. To me, it says if it was important to Goldie, it was important to Pop.

Goldie got stuck. And when she got stuck, she doodled.

I don’t know if these women are supposed to be Eleanore or if they were just flights of fancy. Looking at them is like watching my grandmother think on paper.

Like I said, the book isn’t finished. That’s my job. This piece of Goldie is now a piece of me. She’s got a real lyric way of turning a phrase, and the ‘gal’ from Iowa doesn’t quite match Goldie’s flow. I don’t know if I can salvage Goldie’s voice on the electronic copy my cousin Faith typed in, or if I’ve got to start over from the manuscript. I put each sheet in its own page protector, though, so hopefully no more action verbs fall off.

I’d like to get it done soon, because Goldie’s kids–Dad included–aren’t getting any younger. My plan is to publish it on Lulu so that everyone in the family can have a copy. I want to have it done by the end of the summer.

So, keep your eyes open for Eleanore Gray by Goldie Lucas and Sarah M. Anderson, coming soon!