I have the privilege of welcoming
Alice Duncan to Author Expressions again. Alice
Have you
ever wondered how nice it would be to make a living by writing books?
Me, too.
All the time. I’ve been in the book-writing and being-published business since
1994, and I still can’t make a living at it. It makes me sad sometimes. Often,
in fact.
On the
other hand, I kind of am making a living thanks to my many published books (I
think there have been 64 of them so far). That’s because, since so many books
of mine have been published, people think I know what I’m doing. Therefore,
I’ve been hired by Cengage/Five Star as a freelance editor. So, in effect, my
writing has paid off; just not in the way I’d hoped it would.
Since I’m
too stubborn (or too stupid) to give up, I keep writing books anyway. The last
few years, writing hasn’t been fun for me. When I first began writing books, I
had high hopes that I’d become, if not rich and famous, at least
self-supporting via writing. That hasn’t happened, although there have been a
few high points along the way. My very first book, One Bright Morning, won the HOLT Medallion for the best first book
published in 1994. That made me happy. I stopped entering contests shortly
after that, however, because it was too expensive. Also, although many people
are likely to dispute this, I honestly don’t think you can judge one book as
being better than another book, unless you’re talking about English usage, etc.
Not everyone likes the same things. If you loathe historical romances, chances
are pretty good you won’t like One Bright
Morning. If you prefer a tearjerker to a funny book, you definitely won’t
like my books. Speaking of that, I was very nearly dismayed to discover I’m
funny whether I mean to be or not.
In fact,
when my first book (the above-mentioned One
Bright Morning) was published, a former teacher of mine was so thrilled,
she asked me to read some of it in front of an audience at the South Pasadena
Public Library. I gladly agreed, feeling pleased with myself and my book. So I
read the very first sentence in OBM, and everyone laughed. I was shocked! It
wasn’t supposed to be funny! That book was a heart-wrenching emotional saga of
a lonely widow-woman with a little daughter who inadvertently got mixed up in a
range war and ultimately found true love.
Funny?
Not on
your life! However, since that time, I’ve come to accept my writer’s “voice,”
as it’s called, as my own. Can’t do much else, since evidently I write the way
I talk. Many people have told me that, so I guess it’s true.
After my
initial exuberance had dwindled (which took 15 or 20 years) I began to find
writing books more of a chore than a joy. For me, editing somebody else’s book
is much easier than thinking up a
bunch of characters, developing a plot, and painstakingly putting it all down
on paper for 80,000-100,000 words. That’s a lot of words. It takes a long time
to write that many words if you want them to be placed in coherent English
sentences and in a logical order. Yet people can read all those words in a day
or even in a few hours. Hardly seems worth the effort. Even if you can then get
those words published as a novel, you won’t make much money for it unless
you’re Stephen King, Nora Roberts, James Patterson or someone who twinkles in
the same galaxy as they. Mind you, I don’t begrudge Stephen King or Nora Roberts
their fame and wealth. Not so sure about James Patterson, but that’s only my
opinion. Clearly not many other people agree with me.
However,
my writing life has taken an upturn of late. Not that I’m making any more
money, mind you. But a man whose books I edit for Five Star’s Frontier Fiction
Line has lent me one of his characters! Peter Brandvold, who writes excellent westerns full of adventure, sex
and violence, gave me Lou Prophet, an old-west bounty hunter to play with in my
next book. The book in question is Shaken
Spirits, an historical cozy mystery, and it’s set in the solidly
respectable city of Pasadena California Santa Monica Pasadena
Things get
interesting from then on. My main character, Daisy Gumm Majesty, finds the
crusty old Lou Prophet quite an interesting fellow. Her fiancé, Detective Sam
Rotondo of the Pasadena Police Department finds him interesting too, but he’s
not as enchanted with the old reprobate as is Daisy. Anyway, thanks to Peter
Brandvold and Lou Prophet, I’m actually having fun writing again! I didn’t think that would ever happen, but I’m
so glad it has. Mean Pete (he calls himself that; I’m not casting aspersions)
has gifted me not merely with Lou Prophet, but also a ton of fun old-west
sayings Lou uses, thereby confounding poor Daisy, who eventually decides to
create a dictionary of old-west terms.
I don’t
expect to begin making tons of money through my books any time soon, but at
least the joy of putting words on paper (virtually speaking, since I write
books on my trusty computer) has returned, and it’s all thanks to Peter
Brandvold.
In case
you’re interested in the book in which Lou Prophet appears, you can pre-order
it on Amazon. Just click on link underneath the book cover:
If you
want to read Daisy’s latest adventure, in which her dachshund, Spike, finds a
shoe with a foot in it at the Mountain View Cemetery Altadena , California
If you’re
interested in visiting Mean Pete’s Amazon page, here’s the link for that:
Thank you!
