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Eeek. I’m running out of time. In a couple of weeks my book will be in the stores. Cover flats and two copies, now covered in drool, arrived today.

If you’d like a signed cover flat, join the riskies mailing list–and mine–by sending an email to riskies@yahoo.com with COVER FLAT in the top line. Supplies are limited (five). First come, first served…you’ll know you’ve won if I email you back asking for a snailmail address.

So I’m barely back from Dallas, with a huge amount of laundry to do–funny, since I didn’t take that many clothes. Books I brought back are scattered randomly through the house. The cat is figuring out who I am again. I’m figuring out who I am again. The National conference is one of the few places where a writer can be a writer; where you’re in the company of people who hear voices in their heads and understand if you say things like, “I really want to kill off the cousin in chapter ten” or “I think I have insufficient character arc.” So coming back into the real world, where there are mice in the kitchen and a three-figure electricity bill, no one except me apparently knows how to recycle plastic bags, and everyone’s medication has run out at the same time, is a real shock.

And meanwhile the countdown continues.

While everyone was having fun at RWA I’ve done a little quiet celebrating myself. This past Friday, I finally completed the 2nd draft of my mess-in-progress. 🙂

This may not sound like much but it’s huge for me, because it means the plot and characters have evolved from the primordial ooze of the 1st draft into something that promises to be a story.
It’s the most difficult part of my process. I still have a load more research to do (my plots always twist, requiring new areas of research). I have a lot of rewriting to do, but I am a very good rewriter.

Still my inner demons remind me it’s been about 2 years since I started this story. And…sigh…I’ve heard readers forget authors if there’s a gap of more than a year between books.
I can’t really do anything about that. I’m not a fast writer. This particular story is taking longer because I’ve also worked on 3 other stories at the same time and struggled to locate my errant muse. But even at my best pace it takes time for me to understand my characters. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to write more than one book a year–not a book I’d want my name on, anyway.

This isn’t to imply that taking longer on a book necessarily ends up in a better read. I have read some books that had great concepts but which I thought needed more development. On the other hand, if the concept isn’t workable, no amount of polishing will fix it.

Nor am I saying prolific authors can’t produce quality. We all have different processes. But I have this feeling that the sort of stories I most enjoy require maturing time. Many of my favorite authors take a year or more per book. In the case of those who write more quickly I’m willing to bet the stories were already percolating in their minds ahead of time.

I’m also not sure I buy the whole reader forgetfulness thing. I know I will pounce on the next Judith Ivory or Laura Kinsale whenever they come out. Now *blush* I am not implying my books are anywhere near as memorable as theirs. I’d just rather like to think a few readers will remember me kindly by the time my next one comes out!

So anyway, what do you think about the relationship between the time it takes to write a book and its quality? Do you think the average reader does forget authors after a year? Are there authors you’ll wait for?

Elena
www.elenagreene.com

Here are more of Stapleton’s views on his fellow Europeans:

Excerpted from THE ROAD TO KNOWLEDGE: Or, Young Man & Woman’s Best Friend, by George Stapleton, published in London in 1797.

On THE ENGLISH:

As to the PEOPLE, though they are characterized by those of other countries for generosity, they do not display any great share of it among each other; the higher classes seem not to care much for the lower, and the lower care as little for the higher. With respect to the military part, the English soldiers are as good as any in Europe; and as to the sailors, they are the best in the world.

On THE DUTCH:

As to the Dutch, as a people, their character is pretty well known throughout Europe. How far their extreme love of money is reconciled to requisitions and contributions in support of their allies, I know not. It seems to be, however, the general opinion, that, with respect to a change in government, they have been rather mistaken in their politics.

On THE PRUSSIANS:

The inhabitants are stout, robust, laborious people.

On THE SPANISH:

The natives of Spain are represented as proud, haughty, and indolent: even the peasants, like the Welch, keep geneologies of their families. The Spanish ladies are fond of paint, and are kept much at home, through the jealousy of their husbands. The men, at least such as are liberally educated, discover a great genius for learning, as appears from the number of learned men and works which this kingdom has produced, though greatly limited in their researches into some subjects by their excessive bigotry to their religion. As for wit and genius, either in dramatic or romantic performances, they are allowed to be excellent; nor would they be defective in point of politics, were their sentiments not fettered by a despotic government.

On THE GERMANS:

With respect to the people of Germany, their genius has appeared in the invention and improvement of many mechanical arts, especially clockwork…

On THE POLISH:

The Poles are naturally active, hardy, and robust. The gentry have many virtues; they are open, generous, and hospitable; very civil to strangers; and, for the most part, men of honour: their greatest failing is vanity, and strong inclination to live, after their manner, in a wild kind of magnificence. The Polish ladies are generally fair and comely, and abhor painting and washes; they are said to be women of exemplary piety and virtue, both in their public behaviour, and in their domestic economy. But as to the meaner sort of people, they are, to a fault, ignorant and slothful; which, however, is rather to be charged to the constitution of their Government, than any natural disposition or temper; for where the law has rendered peasants incapable of possessing property, one cannot suppose they will take pains to acquire it.

On THE HUNGARIANS:

The inhabitants are a brave people, but haughty.

On THE RUSSIANS:

The natives are in general robust, well-shaped, and of tolerable good complexion… The Czar, or Emperor, is a despotic Prince, and his subjects are all vassals.

On THE NORWEGIANS:

The people are robust, and inured to hard labour.

On THE SWEDISH:

The natives are of a robust constitution, and well calculated for hard labour. There is not country in the world where the women work so hard; for they till the ground, thresh the corn, and even row boats on the sea.

So…. Which of the above stereotypes surprises you the most? Do you think most of his stereotypes here reflect the standard stereotypes of his day, or do you suspect was he inventing his own, based on the people he’d met? (And did you notice how often he characterizes a people as “robust”?)

(And don’t forget about our next meeting of the Jane Austen Movie Club, the first Tuesday in August, when we’ll be discussing the Gwyneth Paltrow version of EMMA!)

Cara
who is stout, occasionally robust, but definitely not inured to hard labour

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I love attending this conference! I love walking through the lobby or the bar or the meeting room area and encountering friends I haven’t seen in a year. I love meeting friends that I only know from email or the blog. I love the energy and stimulation and excitement the conference creates, making me excited and eager to get home and write. I was in Dallas from Tuesday to Monday. Wednesday was a big day with the Beau Monde conference during the day to the huge Literacy Booksigning in the evening. The Beau Monde conference was devoted to all things Regency. I missed Kalen’s fashion workshop (darn!), but our own Risky, Janet Mullany, gave a very useful and entertaining workshop on servants, and I did get to spend a lot of time with our Risky blogger and friend Keira but I don’t have a photo!!
Here I am at the booksigning with Olivia Gates who writes Mills & Boon Medicals and Silhouette Bombshell. The booksigning raised $58,000 for literacy.

After the signing, I missed the Beau Monde Soiree because Sophia Nash roped me into joining several other authors to go to a Cowboy bar to learn line dancing. Romance Novel TV came along to film the fun. They also interviewed me at the booksigning, so stay tuned to see me on Romance Novel TV!

On Thursday the Harlequin Historical authors including Amanda and me had a Tea at a posh restaurant specializing in desserts. Not only were the desserts fabulous, but this restaurant is the only one I’ve ever encountered that had a TV in the bathroom–showing the cooking channel. Amanda and I and our friend and fellow author, Deb Marlowe went out to dinner with one of the Mills & Boon editors. Friday was the Harlequin Party which was held at the Fairmont Hotel. A group of us intended to share a taxi and wound up in a white stretch Hummer limousine to get there.

Here are Amanda, Deb, and me in the limousine.


Here we are again before the dancing started.

On Saturday I attended a marvelous workshop by Michael Hauge who wrote Writing Screenplays That Sell. He spoke about the essential components of a romance, and I’ll have to talk more about that in another blog someday.

Two Regencies won the RITA in their categories: Julia Quinn’s On the Way to the Wedding for Long Historical and Tracy Anne Warren’s The Husband Trap for Best First Book.


Here is a special photo! Romance Vagabonds Elodie and Manda (seated), me, our blogger, Santa, and Eloisa James!

I’m home now and already missing the new and old friends I saw at RWA!

Any questions about the conference?

Bonjour, everyone! Happy Bastille Day from me, Abigail McCabe. I’m stepping in for my mama while she is off at the RWA conference. She’s spending a few days drinking Cosmos in the bar, er, I mean Perfecting Her Writing Craft in many serious workshops. She’s also going to network and schmooze and thus get many new contracts, so she can be a stay-at-home to me (also Victoria the Pug and the cats, but I’m the important one)! While she’s gone, I’m staying with my grandparents, who give me lots of Milk Bones and let me make mud pies with the Yorkie next door (Shanti, my BFF).
I miss my own house sometimes. The grandparents’ place is fun (especially the big toy box), but there are no big stacks of books to climb on (and I have only climbed, never chewed! That was a vile falsehood concocted by the cats, who get inexpliecably mad when I pounce on them and growl at them). But I am able to sneak into Grandpa’s home office and get on the Internet. Here are a few fun factoids about my very favorite subject–The History of Poodles!
–The Poodle comes in 3 varieties: standard, miniature, and toy. The standard is the oldest, originally used to retrieve ducks in cold water, though Ancient Egyptian and Roman artifacts show an ancestor of the Poodle helping bring in game nets and retrieve game from marshes
–In the Renaissance, miniature and toy poodles sometimes served as hand-warmers within the long oversleeves of the nobility. They were sometimes even called “sleeve warmers” (sounds like a sucky job, IMO)
–The Poodles were great favorites of the French and English in the 18th century. Ladies of Marie Antoinette’s Court found they could clip, dye, and decorate their dogs in a vast array of styles to match their own attire. Luckily I only have to wear costumes at Halloween.
–For centuries, the Poodle’s great intelligence (for do I not possess TWO degrees of higher learning from Petsmart?) and fun personality made them popular in Victorian circuses and variety shows as dancing dogs and displayers of amazing feats of intelligence and agility
–“The Poodle is a pleasant dog that loves constant company. The dog hates to be alone, and does not like being thought of or treated as ‘just a dog'” (This author is very perceptive)
Now, I have to go. It’s time for me to run as fast as I can around the back yard and bark very loudly, until my Grandma comes to the door and yells “Shut up, Abigail!” My mama will be back to her regularly scheduled Risky Regency time next week.
Au revoir!