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Friday, 13 December 2013

A Shadow on the Ground by Rebecca Lee Smith, Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway



A Shadow on the Ground
By Rebecca Lee Smith


Today, I'm joined by author Rebecca Lee Smith talking about writing for the market. Pleasing the puboishers is a subject I can get quite passionate about so it's fabulous to have another author's experience. 

WRITING FOR THE MARKET
Making Your Manuscript Fit...or Not.


Write the book of your heart, stay true to your story, and sooner or later, your manuscript will sell. 
I spent years slogging hopefully through slush piles, believing those words were true. But are they? And if they aren’t, what do you do then?
A Shadow on the Ground is the second book I’ve published, but it’s also the sixth manuscript I completed. I’m now working on number seven, so I’ve been around the query block a few times. One of my earlier manuscripts received sixty-six rejections from agents and publishers. It didn’t seem to fit in anywhere. But that didn’t stop me from trying to make it fit. Not romantic enough for the romance market? Fine, I’ll just add a few more love scenes. Too much romance for the mystery genre? Sure, I’ll cut back on the romance. Too verbally explicit for the straight-arrow library market? No problem. I’ll toss out all the hells, damns, and F-bombs. Eventually, I rewrote the life out of that book again and again, determined to please everyone. Or anyone. 
Taking a manuscript you’ve nurtured, polished, and poured your soul into until it’s the best you can offer, then hacking it up to fit the submission requirements of various publishing houses can be a long, frustrating challenge. It can also leave you with the uneasy, desperate feeling that you’re capable of selling out, of doing anything to see your book in print. And if the finished product isn’t what you envisioned, you’ll have to decide if making changes you don’t fully believe in, and aren’t really “you” as a writer, is the price you’re willing to pay for a publishing contract. 
The last rewritten version of that poor lifeless manuscript was almost unrecognizable to me, like an aging movie star whose face has been nipped and tucked so many times they look only vaguely familiar. I finally performed euthanasia on it, and put it to rest. Then I started writing something new. Something to please me. But this time I approached it differently. I couldn’t let this new manuscript, A Dance to Die For, (which ended up being the first book I sold) be all things to all people. I had to decide who I wanted to target, the style I felt most comfortable writing in, then give it my all. I had to figure out a way to balance the mystery and the romance that felt authentic to me. All my mysteries have romance in them; I can’t get away from it. When I get to know and like my heroine, I want to give her someone to love. 
Deciding what I wanted to write didn’t feel like selling out, it felt like finding my niche and embracing it. I began following my gut in other ways as well. I abandoned the Great Agent Search, which had begun to feel demeaning, and stopped querying publishers who would expect me to mold my writing into something it could never be. This doesn’t mean I’ll be wed to one genre for the rest of my career, but it helped me focus on where I am now. 
I know many writers who have modified their manuscripts to fit the market, and it has worked well for them. I read an article about a writer who took all the sex out of her book, added faith struggles for the hero and heroine, and sold it as an inspirational romance. I hope writing in her new genre is what this author truly loves, because if she’s successful, she may be stuck with it for a good long while. 
I believe one of the reasons I finally snagged that elusive publishing contract is that I stopped trying to please everybody. Instead, I concentrated on writing what made me happy, what I wanted to read, what I was passionate about, and I think it showed in the writing. It also kept me sane. Because it is impossible to please everyone, you know. If you try, you’ll end up pleasing no one.



Fabulous post Rebecca!  I love that you discovered writing the book you wanted to write rather than pleasing the industry.  I started writing for my readers and have written five novels in 2 years. 


Here's more on Rebecca's latest romantic mystery A Shadow on the Ground. 


The Deets...


Morgan Maguire is afraid to believe in second chances. The family orchard is failing, her twin brother is being framed for murder, and the sharks are circling. The tough exterior she's spent years hiding behind is beginning to crumble, just as the man who shattered her heart is back in her life. Gage Kirkland is as compelling and magnetic as ever, and he's offering the kind of help she may not be able to refuse. But can she trust him?

To finance his troubled son's therapy, Gage, a former investigator, takes one last job--recovering a stolen Civil War artifact. Unfortunately, it's in the possession of the woman he left behind, the woman who's haunted his dreams ever since. The electricity between them still crackles, but unless he helps exonerate her brother and finds a way to confess his true reason for returning, how will he ever recover Morgan's heart.


Sneak peek inside the cover of A Shadow on the Ground.


Gage grinned, making Morgan’s heart beat in slow, rolling thuds. “I'm going to make some calls about finding Sean representation. If he goes up against a murder charge, he'll need the best lawyer we can find.”

“We?”

“We.”

He held her gaze while a current of electricity sliced a path through the center of her abdomen.

“I didn't want to leave you alone last night,” he said.

“I was fine.”

“Well, I wasn't.”

“Oh, come on. A big, tough, adrenaline junkie PI like you?”

“Not so tough when the bullets are flying.”

Memories of the night before slammed into her brain—the sound of gunshots cracking the air, Gage pushing her off the flagstone walk, lying stone still beside him in the wet grass with a broken rhododendron stob biting into her neck. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel his breath crashing across her shoulder, the pulse at the base of his throat flicking against her cheek. How long had it been since she’d touched a man? Or been wrapped like his most cherished possession in the strong, shielding warmth of his arms? Had she ever felt so safe? Would she ever feel that safe again?

Maybe she should hold on to the memory. Bury it deep. Then, when she needed comfort, she could take it out and replay it over and over in her head to drive the unbearable loneliness away. Until something that felt like contentment trickled through her bloodstream, like a double shot of apple brandy on a cold, wintry night.

A shadow fell over the table.

She lifted her eyes and gasped softly. The last thing she expected to see were the pale, twisted, angry eyes of Lawrence Finch.


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The Giveaway

Rachel Lee Smith will be awarding a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Remember to enter using rafflecopter! 



Who is Rebecca Lee Smith? 

Rebecca lives with her husband in the beautiful, misty mountains of East Tennessee, where the people are charming, soulful, and just a little bit crazy. She's been everything from a tax collector to a stay-at-home mom to a house painter to a professional actress and director. When she's not churning out sensual romantic mysteries with snappy dialogue and happy endings, she likes to travel, go to the Outer Banks for her ocean fix, watch old movies, hang out at the local pub, and make her day complete by correctly answering the Final Jeopardy! question. 




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9 comments:

  1. Thanks for having me today, Erin.

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  2. Thanks you so much for this post, Rebecca. In some ways, I've been struggling with the same problem. Two books already published, but several completed manuscripts that I've seriously been considering nipping and tucking at to make them a better fit for the market. I really don't want to do it. I mean I know they're not perfect, but I like their quirks pretty much as is. Your post has given me what I needed to make my final decision not to hack them into unrecognizable stories just to follow the whims of the market, and for that, I can't thank you enough. And your book, A Shadow on the Ground, sounds wonderful. That last image in your excerpt of an angry Lawrence Finch makes me desperate to know what happens next. Thanks again for your excerpt and your post.

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  3. Thanks, Darcy. What a nice thing to say. I know how you feel, though. Sometimes, I will read another writer's post and something they say will really hit home with me. Funny, how that happens. But glad I could be of help. Writing sure isn't for sissies, is it? LOL

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  4. I don't think staying true to yourself is ever a bad thing!

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  5. Great post, Rebecca. In the beginning I found it hard to know what comments to take to heart and which to ignore, but I realized I had to stay true to the story I wanted to tell. In the end, it's my name on the cover (which is quite a thrill) and I want to love the stories I write, even if it's not everyone's cup of tea. (Which is impossible anyway.)

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  6. Nice to meet you rebecca! Glad to have caught this part of the tour!

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  7. Great 'sneak peak' . Congratulations to Rebecca on the new release.

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  8. The excerpt sounds intriguing. The book overall sounds good.

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