Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Mash Stories - Shortlisted for January's Competition, "Gray" by E. Sabbag

Obviously, I'm a masochist.  After my last rant about contests and agent queries and traditional publishing, I've entered another writing contest.  This one appears to be pretty cool and I've been shortlisted for my story "Gray."  As part of the voting process, I'm supposed to garner votes, i.e. Kudos.

Please check out my entry and, if it seems to have what it takes to be a winner, please click on <Kudo>.  The winner isn't only selected by votes, but it doesn't hurt!
"Gray" by E. Sabbag 

As an interesting aside, the main critique was that the story ended on a trivial note. Since most of you know that this is slightly autobiographical (slightly? Hah!), I can attest that this was a really weird phenomenon. That is, while I was fighting for my life in the Atlantic Ocean, my thoughts were not grandiose and socially innovative, but trivial and focused on minutiae. The only thing I could come up with for an analysis is that when your brain is faced with the incomprehensible, it focuses on the trivial.

Monday, January 12, 2015

The Writer's Life: Agent Queries, Writing Contests and Other Depressing Topics

My writing life parallels all other aspects of my life.  I have skills, experiential knowledge and a level of confidence.  As a result, I believe I have something to say that people want to hear with a unique voice that only I possess.

Hmmm...

Self-publishing is, therefore, a god send.  It allows me to be me and say what I want to say.  It's satisfying, has the potential to be lucrative and, above all, is fun.  I have three books on Amazon, two in the creative pipeline and three others blocked out awaiting the creative hand.  There's even a workshop on self-publishing that I provide, Come Write Aboard(c)

Why do I still send out queries to agents and enter writing contests?  Even more, why do I feel devastated, crushed and depressed when I get rejected?  Again?

Backing up a little, with every "Thank you for your submission.  At this time we've decided to pass on publishing your manuscript,"  there's also a "Your writing is crisp, well-crafted with characters that are entertaining and believable.  But..."

It's the "But..." and the "...decided to pass..." that I focus on and obsess about.

Why?

Even with the personal satisfaction I experience upon viewing my creations, and the great feedback I receive from my readers ( and no, not everyone who gives me a great review is related or a friend), there's a part of me that still craves the validation that comes from a person in the industry who wants to represent me.  That agent and/or editor who believes in my abilities enough to want to invest time and money in me.

Me.

And so I keep submitting and hoping and dreaming and crying and repeating.

However.

Within this loop I've noticed an interesting facet.

At times I open my wallet, clear my calendar and attend conferences to meet with representatives face to face.  Over the years, the price has gone up.  Not that long ago, I paid $40 for a half hour with an agent.  Most recently, I paid $35 for 10 minutes.  Some meetings go well, some not so well.  The ones that go well are exciting and motivating and inspire me to polish up my manuscript and whip it off.  Memories of the 'connection' and the feelings of hope buoy me to continue working on current projects while daring to believe that this may be the one.

Until I receive the cookie cutter, terse reply that they've decided to pass.

And I'm devastated and crushed and crying.  And ready to try again.

After letting the wound heal a little, I re-read the rejection.  Just after the criticism, I notice an offer.  Sometimes a few offers.

"Check out our latest book on improving your characters..."

"For $xxx/ hour, our experts can show you how to bring your writing to a world class level..."

"Attend our writing boot camp for 10% off.  We guarantee you'll increase your potential to get noticed by an agent..."

Are the chummy conversations merely a well-honed sales pitch to get me to buy their products?  Similarly, are the tough love criticisms a way to break me down, make me more susceptible to the expertise they're offering?

Don't misunderstand.  I'm not saying their products are necessarily junk.  I've attended workshops, bought books and otherwise taken advantage of services that I've felt could improve my skills.  But is it being taken too far?  Has the industry all but given up on marketing books and is now focused on selling the tools and services required to make the books?  Here's an example:

Critique from a writing contest:
The writing and voice are extremely well crafted. The set up is great and introduces your reader to the storyline effortlessly. The setting is captured vividly and the character comes alive off the page. The real essence of your story is done remarkably. 

Recommendation from the same writing contest:
Track 2. We recommend you get a copyedit
Track 2 is for those SWP authors whose manuscript requires something heavier than a proofread. Issues that might qualify a manuscript for a copyedit include overuse of certain turns of phrase, redundant word choices, or small inconsistencies in character, plot, or structure. We will offer a brief assessment of your work in order to point you to the places in your manuscript that have deemed it in need of a copyedit. We do not require that you get your copyedit done by Xxx Xxxxxx Xxxxx, though we recommend it.  We offer copyediting at a flat hourly rate of $60/hour. We employ a strong stable of copyeditors who are proficient in Chicago Manual of Style (the style guide of choice for book publishing).

How does "extremely well crafted" and "done remarkably" translate into "recommend... a copyedit... at $60/hour"

Since I'm neither desperate nor stupid, I'll spend the $60/hour on hiring an artist for my cover art.

Thanks for the offer, though.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

The Liveaboard Life - Maintenance and Other Ugly Truths


When I tell people I'm a liveaboard--I live full time on a CT-56 sailboat with no ties to land except for the occasional storage unit and my car--there are several common responses.



  1. How to you stay warm?  (Boston in the winter - A: I turn up the thermostat)
  2. What do you do about Internet? (A: Thank you MiFi [Mobile Wifi] - as a computer professional, I can take them everywhere)
  3. What do you do about clothes and storage?  I'd never have room for all my shoes (A: I got nothin.'  My shoe collection went from over 80 pairs to a cap at 12.  It's been creeping up, but I'm attending meetings for the addicton...)
  4. "A boat is a hole in the water you throw money into..."
  5. And, "To experience life on a boat, go into your shower in a raincoat, turn on the water and throw money around..."

Have to admit, the last two comments irritate me.  #5 is just stupid.  Sorry, but it is.  How can you compare wearing a raincoat in a shower to the lovely and serene experience that is sailing?  Maybe I've lost touch with land, but the last time I stayed with friends they didn't have sunsets, dolphins, clipper ships or the mournful cry of seagulls in their bathrooms, let alone their showers.  Guess I have the wrong friends.

As for #4, I can truly appreciate this one, particularly for those who are maintaining a large boat and a home on land.  When you finally have a weekend off and plan a cruise, the last thing you want to do is spend the time varnishing and fixing a water, bilge, or engine pump.  Even cleaning out the filters becomes a pain.

Here's how it's possible.  When you're a liveaboard, your boat is your home.  Compare the maintenance items to what you do around the house.  Mowing the lawn becomes varnishing the toe rails.  Clearing the gutters becomes clearing filters.  Water heater fails?  You buy a new one and replace the old one.  Replace water heater with water pump and there you are.  The more you do yourself, the better off you are.  Similar to replacing a roof.  Difficult, true.  Material intensive, yes.  But if you have the skills and time, you can save a lot of money and gain a tremendous amount of satisfaction by doing it yourself.


Consider refinishing hardwood floors.  On our trip from Boston to Fort Lauderdale, a console came loose and screws on the bottom gouged the teak and holly floors in a most egregious fashion.  I was absolutely horrified at what happened.  But, one night while we were watching television and pretending not to notice the ugly floor, my husband decided to sand out the damage.  And, much like refinishing the hardwood floors in a house, it's a mess and horrible and ugly.  

But when you look at the result, WOW.  What a beautiful result!  As for me, I just hid out in the bedroom (aft cabin) until it was done and et voila!  Brand new boat.  

Now if the Swiffer(r) will just do its job.  








Friday, December 12, 2014

Living Boldly - a Life Without Paralysis



Recently, I visited a cool site maintained by a fellow liveaboard - Cygnus III

One of his postings talked about fear at anchor.  At least I think it did.  I can't find it again.  But it's a great blog and worth perusing.

Anyway, there was a discussion about what kind of sailor are you at anchor.  I decided I was the type who constantly checks to see if the anchor has slipped and is concerned about leaving the boat...

This is a bad thing according to the idea of Living Boldly.

However.


"Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not out to get you."  Joseph Heller  Or "Just because you're afraid the anchor's going to slip, doesn't mean it won't..."



I'm not a typical sailor or liveaboard, if there is such a thing.  I never dreamed of sailing the seas and living onboard a sailing vessel while gathering coconuts with my lover and eating fish we'd caught and making love under the stars on a deserted island.

No.

I abhorred boats and all things water-related because of crippling motion sickness.

However.

The love of my life lived/lives on a sailboat and I didn't want to live without him.

My approach is not to claim to be unafraid.  I still throw up the first few days of a cruise, I constantly worry about pulling in and out of docks and I live in fear of the anchor slipping and throwing us up on a rocky shore or into a megayacht.

But I don't let it stop me.  I push through the fear and live the life of dreams anyway.  Anyone can.  It's okay to be afraid, but it's not okay to let it paralyze you.  Take Dramamine, check the anchor line, make sure your insurance is up to date, and sail the seas of whatever dreams you have.

And don't forget to make love under the stars...






Monday, November 24, 2014

Talented Writer, Author and Guinea Pig Whisperer - Rachel Smith


     

Throughout my winding journey as a writer and wanna be successful author, a favorite aspect is the fabulous writers I meet along a similar path.  Rachel Smith, author of  the Squirrelpocalypse Trilogy, is one such writer.  To date, her eBooks are:

Product Details
Night of the Squirrels: Dawn of the Interns 
Night of the Squirrels: Day of the Robots

The third in the trilogy is percolating and I can't wait to read it.  Based loosely on such classic horror gems as Night of the Living Dead, Cabin Fever, and Cabin in the Woods, this is my favorite genre and Ms. Smith presents true examples.  Not only was I impressed with her creativity and talent, I was taken in by her refusal to compromise her ideals.  We first met at a NYC Pitch Conference, where eager writers meet to pitch their manuscript ideas to publishers, editors and agents.  Publishers, editors and agents from REAL publishing houses.  Like Random House.

Yup.

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes! (1978) PosterRandom House.

Have to admit that when I was grilled, basically crucified, I back pedaled and tried to give the conference moderators what they thought they wanted.

Not Rachel.

She held to her vision even when told that "Comedy-Horror" was not a legitimate genre.

Weird.

It's as if they've never watched Attack of the Killer Tomatoes or Killer Klowns from Outerspace.   

Definitely weird.  


And this amazing writer just complimented me by reviewing my book, The Basement Office.

Check it out on her blog at:

Rachel Smith Blog: At the Mountains of Merricat

Awesome!

Sunday, November 23, 2014

The Unauthorized, Semi-Serious, Totally Biased, Completely Unscientific Modern Family as Viewed by Uber-Fan E. Sabbag

My latest project is a novel length analysis of Modern Family, the popular sitcom on ABC.  To create eye-catching cover art, I turned to 99Designs and ran a contest to see what world wide designers could come up with.  The field is narrowed down to the final designs.  Check them out!  Please click on the stars and vote for your favorites/least favorites.  If you have the time, I'd appreciate an explanation describing why you feel the way you do...

https://99designs.com/book-cover-design/vote-jqbo2o


Friday, October 10, 2014

When is a Sailboat Not a Sailboat?

When the wind is on your nose and you have a schedule to keep.  That's when you become a motorboat.

Working our way from Boston to Fort Lauderdale.

Diver Donna and Captain Doug
Offending line; sabotage?
Couldn't achieve great speed because of a line wrapped around the prop blades and a reef (mussels, sponges, seaweed and sea lice - gross!).  Diver Donna removed the offending items and improved our speed from 3 to 8+ kts.


Down and dirty sail repair - no time to take down the main sail, but noticed a rip in the leech.  Used sail tape and common, household staples.  After a day of sailing, inspected the repair.  The adhesive was letting go in a few places, but the staples held it together.  Awesome!

Sail Repair

Dylan and Doug; Drinks at Union Landing, Brielle, NJ

We have a great crew mate, Dylan Ladds, who's enthusiastic, positive and eager to learn and an experienced, laid back captain, Doug Sabbag.


Breakfast at a mooring





Breakfast at a mooring in the Atlantic Highlands Yacht Club - bacon, eggs, hash browns and flat bread with za'atar

Low tech entertainment




There's time to hone my carving skills - working on a relief carving of a Celtic dragon


Lunch Underway!  




Hollowed out bagels filled with cheese, bacon and turkey and toasted


All in the life of a sailor.