If you ask anyone who knows me, you’ll discover that I am a HUGE advocate of Writing Communities, and I’m overly vocal about it.  I have experienced the wonderment time and again of the exchange of creative energy when writers gather in a shared space to write.  The cooperation of an “of course I can” mindset, mixed with the comfort of knowing that friends are nearby whenever I need help with character conundrums, plot problems, or ferreting out the frustrations of timelines, is priceless.  It is because of my supportive, kind, and loving writing tribe that I can set and achieve tremendous writing goals.

There is also a lot to be said for the momentum writing in solitude can bring to a project.  The two approaches to creative storytelling are not mutually exclusive.  Both have merit as a regular part of my writing practice.  Just as Julia Cameron advocates for “morning pages…” and that doesn’t always work for me… so too is the comparison of writing in community and writing in solitude.  Both allow Drake to do what he does best without ignoring either pond completely.  Sometimes, I need the energy of many other writers nearby to fuel my imagination.  Sometimes, I need to escape to a place where it is just Drake and me, diving deep into our work without distractions, at our own pace.

Each year, I indulge in a solo Writing Hermitage to focus on getting my books either written or edited.  My desktop is usually filled with several projects simultaneously…  each living in various states of “done.”  Like NaNoWriMo, where the focus is on writing a rough draft for a new project, my Writing Hermitage is focused time to complete one or two projects without the pressure of city life, expectations of my editorial clients, and social media rabbit holes.  I love all those other things, but they often interfere with the plain attention required to get the writing done.  As the saying goes, writing novels requires that you put your “butt in the chair and your fingers on the keyboard” consistently. 

Usually, I go away for a month and immerse myself in the world of words.  This year, I’ll be away for about six weeks simply because two holidays – Memorial Day and Independence Day – fall during my writing time… and anytime there’s a holiday, it means at least a week lost to other indulgent pursuits like fireworks, music festivals, outdoor theatre, or excessive kayaking and hiking.  So, this year, I’m going early and coming back late.

As I prepare to venture into my time submerged in story, I’m thinking about how I plot my expectations and manage my time while I’m there.  I’ve done this enough, so now I feel like I have a routine that works for me.  You may find this helpful or not.  Either way, I hope you’ll think about incorporating a Writing Hermitage in whatever way fits your practice.

1.  The goal is to write.  But don’t be Machiavellian about it.  After all, if you have to be sneaky about getting yourself to write, perhaps you should take up another hobby.  Be honest about your word counts and editorial goals.  Don’t add ridiculous pressure by starting your time away by distrusting your ability to write in solitude. Don’t be manipulative about getting it done.  This should be a time of GENTLE focus and floating in the seas what you love.  The idea of carrot and stick doesn’t apply here.  Sure, you have goals, and you’d like to achieve them, but no one will come at you with a cat o’ nine tales or take away next year’s trip if you fall short of those goals.  This is a time for writing focus and renewal. So, leave the stick at home and bring as many carrots (and chocolate) as possible.  If there was ever a time to acknowledge the value of the “participation trophy,” a Writing Hermitage definitely qualifies.

2.  Go somewhere you love.  My writing sanctuary is a tiny, 340sqft log cabin in the middle of twenty acres of forest.  I’ve got a hammock, a comfy bed, protection from the bears and coyotes (with the option to maybe see them in their natural habitat once in a while), and, if I’m interested in doing the work, a campfire every night.  When it rains, I’m comforted by the symphony played upon branches filled with leaves and nature’s reminder that powerful possibility is just as accessible to me as it is to anyone else. My space is at least a twenty-minute drive from a civilized town, and by civilized, I mean somewhere with either Mcdonald's or Subway.  This might not be your ideal space… you may need room service and a hot tub.  For me, slipping into the folds of nature allows me the comfort and freedom to create without traffic circle navigation (I’m not a fan) and the constant sounds and light from thousands of people reminding me they exist.  At night, the dense blanket of darkness and the absolute stillness of the world around me gentles my brain and calms my anxiety about missing my daily word counts.  Tomorrow is another day of opportunity, creativity, joy, and peace.

3.  Don’t skimp on food.  The Writing Hermitage is an exercise in indulgence, not punishment.  The Writing Hermitage is not the time to go on a diet.  Eat what you love… easy-to-prepare meals, and special tastes that make you happy.  If you’re doing your Hermitage in the city, then perhaps that means calling up room service and placing an order for perpetual mini-bar restocking.  For me, the simple culinary pleasures I can make without an oven and electricity are best (I use a two-burner propane camp stove and BBQ grill).  I love quick-to-build salads, grilled ham & cheese sandwiches, shrimp scampi, fettuccine alfredo with chicken or shrimp, BBQ chicken, and venison steak, corn on the cob, and lots of baby carrots (I think I mentioned that already).  I am vigilant when it comes to my hot cocoa supply, as well as keeping cheese, crackers, and chocolate snacks well-stocked.  I eat when I’m hungry and don’t when I’m not.  I let Drake decide on the meal plan.  I’ve got plotting to do.

4.  Step away from the writing desk occasionally to recharge your brain and give your Muse a break.  Sure, the Writing Hermitage is designed to put your creative production front and center, but we all know that nothing good ever comes from force. So, take a couple of hours to check out that museum around the corner.  Visit the local library and inhale inspiration from the stacks.  Go hike along the river, kayak your favorite lake with your tiny dog, sit quietly at night and watch the sunset.  Or, read a book for a couple hours before bedtime.  This is a time for your creativity to soak up all the positive influence possible, so allow yourself to revel in tiny moments of peaceful joy occasionally.  Then, remember to write those aftershocks of happiness into your stories.

5.  Don’t ghost your need for companionship.  This never works out well.  Of course, the focus during your Writing Hermitage should be on writing.  However, when you feel lonely, phone a friend, post a photo to social media, or go grocery shopping and talk with strangers about the weather.  Just because I spend concentrated time focusing on my writing, that doesn't mean I’ve magically transformed myself into a hermit.  I’m not swearing off the infusion of outside contact; I’m simply less gregarious about it.  Writing isn’t punishment.  So, if you need to reach out to someone while you’re away to remind yourself that your circle will still surround you when you return, do that.  A shared few moments of laughter with a friend, scattered between hours of coagulating scenes into chapters, is healthy… for you and your book.

6.  When it’s all over, celebrate your accomplishments.  Take inventory of all you’ve created and the excitement of moving your project to the next level.  Avoid chastising yourself if your word counts don’t match the arbitrary rule you made at the beginning.  Any forward movement on a creative project is positive.  And if it turns out that all you did while you were on your Writing Hermitage was spend time being with yourself, staring at the stars, interviewing your Muse, sitting in peace, finding joy in the contemplation of where your project will go next, or what new project you might concoct… well, that’s a valid use of this time, too.  Celebrate.  As with the accomplishment, there is always courage to be celebrated in the attempt.  Then, take up your calendar and plan your next Writing Hermitage.

Since first becoming an Indie Author in 2010, I’ve focused on not only building my writing career, but I’ve also worked to share the creative wonderment of my Author Friends.  I hope that they will choose to do the same.  I never expect it, but it is Nice when it happens.

This idea of Reciprocity truly is the easiest thing to build into an Indie Author’s Marketing Plan.  In common use, we understand Reciprocity to mean “You give, I gain; I give, you gain.”  When we do things in celebration of our Friends, the impulse is for our Friends to celebrate us in return.  It harkens back to that old “Golden Rule” thing.  It is a moral most of us were taught in our childhood, or at least some version of it… “Do unto others as you would wish they would do unto you.”  My grandfather simplified it to the two-word command: “Be Nice.” 

When I looked up Reciprocity in the dictionary, I found nine different interpretations of its meaning.  In my first surprise of the 2023 New Year, I was drawn to the ninth definition.  It is a mathematical use for the term, and I was quite taken by it.  I’m usually extremely allergic to math.  But this particular definition spoke to me for its specificity.   

“The ratio of unity to a given quantity or expression; that by which the given quantity or expression is multiplied to produce unity.” ~Dictionary.com

The idea of Unity being multiplied out of giving a quantity of something or by the expression of it, is phenomenal.  When I considered this idea of Unity as I thought about the Indie Author community, it made complete sense to me.  Think about it… we are all searching for a way to expand our reach and sell more books.  Simultaneously, we have a strong desire to find a commonality within our community that lends support emotionally, intellectually, and financially.  If we apply the mathematical definition of Reciprocity as a story problem (because, let’s face it, stories are what we do), this is the answer I've come to:

Unity can be best created within our community when we multiply our willingness to give our spotlight to another Indie Author for a brief time.

What an extraordinarily exceptional concept!  By simply sharing what we love about our Author Friends, we accomplish three mutual goals...

1.  We help to promote our Friends and ascribe respectful meaning to their life's ambitions.
2.  We help to promote our creativity by comparing it to the wonderment of our Friends’ work.
3.  We create Unity and strength within our community simply because we’re being Nice.

The simplicity of Reciprocity is so seductive.  Frankly, I’m astonished to see so many Indie Authors avoiding or neglecting it.  It just doesn’t make sense to me.  Reciprocity is easy.  Reciprocity is painless.  Reciprocity is innocuous.  Reciprocity is inexpensive.  Reciprocity is patient.  Reciprocity is emotionally intelligent.  

I have two theories that could explain why more Indie Authors aren’t taking an opportunity to expand their writing careers by being regularly Reciprocal.  Either…

1.  An Indie Author is generally ego-centric, and they don’t want to put forth the effort it takes to do something that doesn’t directly, instantly benefit them. Or…

2.  Indie Authors don’t know how to be Reciprocal.  They truly don’t know what specific steps they can take to encourage Reciprocity with their Author Friends.

If you’re an Indie Author who fits into the first hypothesis, well, there’s not much I can say except… I wish you well in all your writing endeavors and I sincerely hope your career attains the vision you have for success.

If you are an Indie Author who fits into the second theory, or perhaps you’re planning to change your approach, you may find some of the following suggestions helpful.  One very important thing to remember is that Reciprocity requires consistent attention.  Although you may be able to “set it,” you shouldn’t ever “forget it” if you hope to see positive results for both you and your Author Friends. 

WHY SHOULD YOU BE RECIPROCAL?  LET'S USE SOCIAL MEDIA AS AN EXAMPLE.

Yup, most of us participate on one type of social media platform or another.  Some of us are deeply embroiled in more than one… some of us just dance around in a few, randomly poking in and out.  No matter the frequency, the associations we affirm in this very public space is how we train others to define us.

Everything you post teaches people about you and your values.  Each digital piece of art or phrase remains accessible forever.  They become like Sharpie permanent markers upon our subconscious’ whiteboard.  Once you put something out there, it never disappears (not even if you think you’ve deleted it).  It’s forever floating around in the grey matter of decision makers.  What you put out there may be overlooked or sometimes pushed aside, but it never actually goes away.  It’ll reappear in the form of a “tip of the tongue” memory, at some point.

Of course, we’re all going to use Social Media as a self-promotion platform some of the time, and we should.  Strangers can’t discover us or our work if we don’t tell them who we are and what we create.  No one will toot our own horn louder, longer, or with nearly as much passion as we will.  Social Media is an incredible tool for that purpose.  But it is also a powerful influencer that you can use to help others discover your Indie Author Friends as more than a passing curiosity. 

When you share a post directly from your Author Friend’s feed, you’re creating a “stereo” introduction.  First, you’re introducing yourself to the people inside your Author Friend’s circles.  You’re saying, “Hey, nice to meet you.  This person and I share the same opinion/value/humor.”  You’re establishing a connection to someone they already trust, and you hope that trust will trickle down (eventually) to you and your career, simply by association.  Second, you’re also standing up inside your circle of Friends and proclaiming, “Hey you guys, check out this really nifty person and what they have to share.  I think you’ll be happy to meet them.”  Likewise, your Friends will come to trust the person you introduced to them simply because they already trust you. 

Now, if you post something that is altruistic – something that intends to only promote another Author, without bringing you or your work into the post at all – you’re telling everyone that you believe in your Author Friend and value their work.  People who are looking in from the outside, perhaps for the first time, learn that you’re a Nice person because you’re a supportive Friend. They see that you take time to do something that focuses on someone else. 

I don’t know about you but seeing that makes me want to get to know those people more.  When given the option to follow a self-absorbed luminary through the dank, dark, uncertain literary forest, or walk side by side with a Friend who will be there to cheer me on, wouldn’t you rather walk with the Friend?  I know I would.

The end result?  People come to trust you through your associations with those they already trust, and through that process, they will come to take a risk with someone new because you’ve recommended them to the world.  It costs you nothing.  It gives you strength in your reputation and helps build Unity and integrity within the Indie Author community. 

OKAY... SO, HOW CAN YOU BE RECIPROCAL?

Below is a list of five things you can do that cost you nothing or very little to build Reciprocity into your marketing plan.  Remember, if you notice that your Author Friends are doing some of these things for you, return the kindness.  That’s the point.

1.  Social Media… I’ll avoid the temptation to be bombastic, and just assume you get it. 

2.  Newsletters… At the bottom of your newsletter, consider recommending a book or two, written by an Author Friend, and include a link to the Author’s website.  It’s especially Nice, if you know an Author Friend is publishing a new book soon, so you can include that teaser.  Perhaps with your help, the Author will see a surge in first-day sales.  This costs you nothing; you were sending out your newsletter, anyway. 

3.  Book Reviews… This suggestion is redundant to the point of nausea.  Just… Put them everywhere.  You’re probably reading books anyway, right?  Why not share a few positive thoughts and help a fellow Author in the process.  Put them in your blog.  Put them on Amazon and Goodreads.  Share them on Social Media.  Add them to the content of your Newsletter.  If you’re looking for extra content for your podcast, book reviews make a great “intermission” between major segments.  Your review doesn’t have to be poetic or terribly long.  Say something Nice and watch how the world changes.  It costs you nothing except a few minutes of your time, but it helps another Author more than you will ever realize. 

4.  Book Comparisons… Let’s suppose you’re sharing your books at a local fair or festival.  If you have an Author Friend who writes in the same genre (and also has a booth at the event), make a comparison between your books, and throw it out into the world – along with directions to their booth.  For example, “Thank you for buying my book.  If you enjoy short stories and you’re also interested in something with a little more suspense than A Duck Quacks, check out Andrew Allen Smith’s A Slice of Fear series. You can find him right over there – yup, he’s the super-happy, very tall guy.”  Or “I appreciate that you bought my novel, A Tryst of Fate. It’s a thoughtful romance with a sprinkle of mystery.  It you also enjoy super twisty mysteries with a bit more steam, try Mark Love’s Fleeing Beauty.  He’s wonderful.  His booth is three down that way, on the right.”  Keep in mind that making recommendations to readers in support of your Author Friends is a Nice thing to do when visitors to your booth aren’t interested in what you have to offer.  You weren’t going to make a sale anyway, so why not support your Author Friends? 

Want to go one better?  Exchange a few bookmarks with your Author Friends at the beginning of the day and offer them to visitors at your booth.  Not only will it reinforce your kind gesture of helping a reader find more fun books, but you’ll also support your Author Friends with a reminder for those visitors who didn’t have time to stop by their booth, to check them out online when they get home.  Remember, your books are not exactly like my books, even if we write in the same genre.  We are not competitors, we are colleagues.  Being Nice doesn’t eliminate sales.  Being Nice enhances sales.

5.  A Referral Page On Your Website…  Have you ever wondered how you could possibly be Nice to ALL of the Author Friends in your life?  Why not make a list?  It is easy to add a page to your website that links your fan base with your Author Friends.  You could have tons of fun and add graphics of their book covers, or their logos… but you don’t have to go too overboard with it, you can keep it simple.  You can make your list alphabetically or maybe by genre.  Just list the names and either link them out to the Author’s website or type out the URL to make it easy to copy and paste. 

And… if you keep a list like this on your website, you’ll be reminding yourself, too, about the people with whom you are Reciprocal.  If ever you’re at a loss for a Social Media post or a book review to write, just go to your website and check your list. If you don’t have back-end design access to your website, or don’t know how to do all that magical digital stuff, this new page might cost you a little bit to have your web master build.  But it shouldn’t be excessive.  The small fee to have this added to your website is worth every bit of Unity and support it creates for the Indie Author community. 

Bonus... Every time you add new content to your website, even if it’s just one name and the URL of another Author Friend, the web spiders perk up to your changes, and make your website interesting to other web spiders.  This creates relevancy for your brand and will keep you nearer to the top of search engines. 

And... If there’s Reciprocity… it makes even more bored web spiders sit up and take notice, and everyone benefits.

Now, is it critical that you do ALL of these things, ALL the time?  No, of course not.  We all know that marketing is important, but it can’t overshadow the prerequisite of writing books.  But it’s easy enough to build some of these things into your marketing plan.  Sprinkle them in once a month or so.  Remember, consistency is the goal.  Anything that’s done “flash in the pan” extinguishes it’s flame quickly.  Your goal should be to nurture the warm, red glow of a slow burn when it comes to Reciprocity.  Take some time, over time, and make it part of your regular routine. 

ONE MORE THOUGHT...
By definition, Reciprocity is a practice that requires at least two people who are engaged in the process to make it work.  Like a teeter-totter, if all the weight is on just one side, there is an unbalance and Unity will never be achieved. 

If that happens, then our writing careers are no better off than the life of the Pacific Salmon, swimming upstream, doing our best to survive, but knowing death is inevitable. How many of us, given the option, will continue that lonely, frustrating route?

Personally, I think it’s far more fun to be a dolphin, playing happily with all my Author Friends, in the warm waters of creation and Reciprocal success… Enjoying the Nice.

​I read on one of the many writing group forums today, a novice author expressing their gratitude for someone pointing them in the direction of programs like Grammarly and Pro Writing Aid.  They extolled the virtues of these software programs, proclaiming that now, their work would be “more professional.”  Learning about these tools made them feel confident they were ready to take their book to press. 

I say, “Yay!”  How fantastic that someone’s creative spirit and confidence was lifted by the kindness of another and their suggestion to make an oft-times frustrating road a little less so.

And… (a mentor once suggested that I replace the word ‘but’ with ‘and’ whenever I want to build on a statement, rather than detract from it). While these tools are a huge boon to the newly initiated and experienced writer, they should not replace the wisdom offered by a professional editor.  There, I said it.  It’s harsh, perhaps, but (and) tools are not enough.  While good tools certainly make the job easier, they don’t replace real, practical knowledge.

Okay, let me try it this way…

When I was a kid, I grew a few inches during the school year, and by the time summer rolled around, the seat on my bicycle was too low.  I needed to raise the seat, so I could effectively pedal without slamming my knees into the handlebars, which would throw me off balance and make me fall over.  I asked my older brother how to do this, and his answer was simple.  “Just grab a wrench and loosen the bolt.  Then pull up the seat to where you want it and tighten the bolt again. Easy.”  He gave me the correct instructions and even told me which tool to use.  So now, I was prepared to go out to the garage and make my bike “work” for me again, right?  Nope.

I knew I needed a wrench yet had no clue which one to use.  And, when I looked more closely at the seat, there were two bolts, not just one, and I wasn’t clear on the consequences of choosing the wrong bolt.  Frustration washed over me as I stared from the open toolbox to the bike and back again.  Tears began to fall down my cheeks as I quickly realized that I couldn’t do this one simple thing with enough success to ensure I wouldn’t fall flat on my face the next time I put sneaker to pedal. 

Yet, from somewhere deep inside, I pulled myself together.  I convinced myself I could figure this out if I just spent a little time exploring the problem and testing the tools.  After all, if my brother, who was only eighteen months older than me, could figure it out, it couldn’t be that difficult, right?

Fortunately, I’d spent enough time with tools to know the difference between a wrench, a screwdriver, a hammer, and a pair of wire cutters.  So, I had that going for me.  I began by separating out everything I knew to be a wrench, leaving the others in the bottom of the toolbox.  Step one, done.

Breathing a heavy sigh, I looked over what was left: a pile of box combination wrenches, a couple of allen wrenches, and a pile of socket wrenches.  Oh, and there was a pipe wrench in there, too.  I quickly threw the pipe wrench, and the allen wrenches back in the box.  Just like with the three bears and their chairs, these tools were clearly either too big or too small for the job.  My confidence grew stronger.  Maybe I could figure this out.

Now I had a pile of wrenches, all of which I understood how to use… after all, I’d been helping my brother “fix” things around the house for years.  I knew how they worked.  I knew “righty tighty, lefty loosey” and how to snap on and off the extensions for the socket wrenches.  I even knew that if you flipped that little switch on the side of the socket wrench, the ratchet would go in the opposite direction.  I wasn’t a complete dolt.  But (and) the problem facing me was which wrench to use, and which bolt to turn to raise the seat.  It was a conundrum, to be sure. 

I must have sat there for an hour, agonizing about what to do… testing out different wrenches on each bolt, discovering, with disappointment, that they were two different sizes.  That made sense, considering the bolts probably served different purposes.  Another confidence-laden sigh escaped me as I realized I’d solved another piece of the puzzle.  But the sun was dipping lower on the horizon, and my bike-riding time was fading fast.  In the next moment, all confidence was gone, and tears rolled from my face as I sat there in complete exasperation.  It’s understandable. I was only eight years old.  Losing precious biking time was a tragedy.

A few minutes later, my brother came out to the garage and asked me what I was doing.  “I’m trying to raise the seat on my bike, just like you said,” I replied through tears and hiccups of frustration.  “I know you told me to use a wrench and just loosen the bolt, but I can’t figure out which wrench, and there are two bolts!”  By this time, I was lost to my agony, doubting my ability to do anything right.  “I can’t do it right. I’ll never ride my bike again!”  Yup, the melodrama of an eight-year-old is a real thing when faced with a tragedy.

As you might have guessed, my brother was equal parts amused and furious with me. “You’re a dolt,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.  And then he said the wisest, kindest thing he’d ever said to me in our eight very short years together.  “You should have come back inside and asked me to help you.  If you’d done that, you could have been riding your bike all this time instead of sitting in the garage crying.  You can’t be expected to know everything… so you have to remember to ask for help to get it right.” 

Then he picked up the 7/16” socket wrench and loosened the bolt under the seat.  This made the seat go up.  Then, he used the adjustable wrench I’d missed from my sorting session and loosened the bolt on the side, which tilted the front of the seat slightly to make it easier to climb on.  He dropped the tools back in the box and said, “There.  Done.  Now go ride.”

I looked at my brother in awe.  He just smiled and walked back into the house without another word.

That was the day I learned that tools were great, AND they were basically useless unless you knew how and where to use them to gain the greatest success.  The other take-away?  It was perfectly okay for me to ask for help if it meant keeping myself from falling flat on my face in pain or humiliation.

So yes, editorial tools like Grammarly and Pro Writing Aid can be super-helpful as you work toward getting your manuscript as close to done as possible.  Good tools will save you a lot of time and aggravation.  AND you shouldn’t discount the simple act of asking for help from an editorial professional to improve the quality of your book and keep you from falling on your face.
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It is well worth spending a little bit of money to save yourself hours of sitting on the floor of your garage overwhelmed with tears of frustration.

​Dear Friends,
 
I hope this note finds you and your family well and excited about the summer season now upon us.  I hope authors continue to be successful in their creation and sales, and I hope readers discover a little something they didn't know existed before, and enjoy the journey of storytelling.

​First, some SILLY NEWS!
I'm trying to plan a thing... So often, we authors get together at festivals, or at conferences, or zoom meetings and talk about how much fun it would be to just hang out with each other and have a little time to know each other better without the stress of sales pitches, teaching, or learning.  Just talking with each other like people might be a fun idea.  So, that's the plan.  If you're an Indie Author, and you think this is something you might enjoy, please follow the link and let me know your thoughts.  On July 5, I'll look over your responses and see if there's enough interest.  And, of course, my feeling won't be hurt if you all decide this is not what you want.  I live my life on the premise that "You can't say YES if I don't ask the question." :-)
http://www.dkpwriter.com/september-shenanigans.html

Now for the RELEASE NEWS!
I'm excited to announce the release for my new book, Marketing Matters for Indie Authors.  This is the first of five books in my new series, the Passionate Plotter Guidebooks.   The series is a self-directed writing workshop that helps adult writers along the path to becoming Independently Published Authors. 

Designed for writers from grade seven thru adult, each book in the series takes the writer on a deep-dive adventure into the five primary stages of the writing journey  Written in a highly accessible, casual, and conversational tone, each book in the series includes specific Reflection Prompts with writing space, to help you discover the ideas you didn't know were waiting.  As you work through the program, each chapter will enhance your understanding of writing fiction, non-fiction, memoir, and children's books.

The Passionate Plotter program provides an engaging and entertaining strategy that will support your publishing goals with practical instruction and step-by-step guidance inside a program you'll want to use again and again.

Each book also includes a Special Secret QR Code which leads to the Online Access Portal for all of the Reflection Prompts as Supplemental Worksheets in Microsoft Word, in a fillable format.  These worksheets are provided to you to aid in your writing quest, adventure after adventure!
 
The book is available on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/dp/1628282665?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860
 
Or you can buy a signed copy from me directly when you visit me at any of the fairs and festivals this year.  Visit my website for a list of the events I'll be attending at http://www.dkpwriter.com/
 
I have also written a children's workshop workbook, The Passionate Plotter Kids, which is intended for children from second thru sixth grade, to discover the wonderment of a writing adventure.  You can learn more about that book at http://www.dkpwriter.com/the-passionate-plotter-kids.html

​But Wait!  There's More!!  I'm also adding another layer of fun to the podcast, Indie Reads Aloud Conversations. 
Sure, I LOVE hearing your stories, but I also enjoy talking with authors and illustrators about their craft.  I love hearing about where you get your ideas, how you go about your process, and why you choose the genres you write and illustrate.  So, this is my chance to have those discussions, and indulge myself in learning more about you and your process, while having a bit of fun.  ​The idea is to pre-record these sessions, and invite readers to join the conversation, too.  Perhaps we'll give away books or other nifty stuff with the Spinny Wheel of Happiness... Perhaps we'll play games, and Read Aloud a little.  The program is completely unscripted... so as long as we keep it all family-friendly, we could have a really good time!  I'm scheduling recording sessions now, to air in late autumn and into next year.  So, if this sounds like fun to you, too... Sign up using this form on my website and join the Conversation!  If you've already read aloud on the podcast, join us for Conversations.  If you haven't read aloud yet, that's okay, you can start with a Conversation and then Read Aloud on another day!

​Writing Hermitage 2022!
I'll be away at my little cabin in the woods from the middle of July through the middle of August on a Writing Hermitage.  This is time I get to devote to almost nothing but writing, and it's glorious!  During this year's hermitage, I'll be working on completing three novels... a western (Splinters), a paranormal (Tears Remember), and a suspense (Anonymous).  I'll also be spending a bit of time working on the edits for the collaborative novels our community has been writing, helping a few authors edit their books, as well as catching up on my evening reading with my Indie Reads Challenge.  I'll be home briefly, at the end of July for the Sterling Fest, and then returning back to the cabin the very next day, for a couple more weeks.  I'll check in on Facebook and my Blog Thingy when the Internet cooperates.  The cabin is literally in the middle of nowhere, so I make no guarantees on communication, but I'll try.  I'm really looking forward to this time of concentrated writing, reading, hiking, and kayaking with Charlie.  I'll see you all again in late August.

Where To Find Me At Events...
Saturday, July 30, 2022; 10:00AM - 4:00PM
SterlingFest Local Author Fair
40255 Dodge Park Road  Sterling Heights, MI  48313

Friday, August 5, 2022 12PM - Midnight
Saturday, August 6, 2022 10AM - Midnight
Timberfest - Art on Kneeland
Lewiston Chamber of Commerce Park
2946 Kneeland Street  Lewiston, MI  49756

Friday, September 9, 2022  12:00PM - 7:00PM
Saturday, September 10, 2022  10:00AM - 7:00PM
Sunday, September 11, 2022  11AM - 4PM
Charlotte Frontier Days Festival
Eaton County Fair
1025 Cochran Avenue  Charlotte, MI  48813

Sunday, September 18, 2022  10:30 AM - 5:00PM
KerryTown BookFest
Morris J. Lawrence Building at Washtenaw Community College
4800 E. Huron River Drive  Ann Arbor, MI  48105
 
 
Thank you for your continued kindness and support, and have a spectacular summer!

Whether fiction or non-fiction, reading is a preoccupation that requires a suspension of disbelief fostered inside trust.  Those who hold books in their hands while curled up in the corner of the couch, studying intently at the library table, or hoping to be ignored on the subway during the evening commute expect excellence between the punctuation marks.  They anticipate the reward of education or escapism after a long day’s slog through a frustrating encounter or an insufferable wait.  Readers fall in love inside an author’s carefully crafted pages.  They battle demons from the netherworld.  They become more proficient at a skill, discover alien societies in distant galaxies, or seep into the comfort of places already understood and people already loved.  It is our obligation to deliver on the promises of cover art and synopsis.  It is a daunting task and a heavy responsibility. It is also a choice.

​The act of writing, some profess, is a calling.  It is a compelling conversation one has with Spirit requiring devoted attention of time, energy, sweat, blood, and tears.  Many are driven to write because of an electric surge that prods at us.  If we ignore it or somehow smother it, much like the consequence of refusing to inhale… we will die.  Yet that is also a choice, albeit one too devastating to argue.

Because we decided to write, we must honor the process just as we honor good health. We must take in every piece of advice offered to nourish our craft. We must use every helpful tool we discover to polish our delivery.  We need to learn all we can to protect our choice without regret – for ourselves or our readers.

It is a foregone conclusion that you will damage your relationship with your DNA by choosing to neglect your body’s essential requirements of life.  So too, will you abuse your reputation with readers if you ignore their expectations of a solid story, engaging characters, and sentences that flow easily.  Forcing readers to trip over grammar, spelling, continuity, and syntax mistakes may result in an agonizing punch to your writing career.  Sadly, you may never recover.

Most authors can tell a fantastic story or impart tremendous wisdom while holding a reader’s attention for hours through a solitary, focused effort.  Collaboration on the inside pages is not necessary for an author to enjoy success.  However, suppose you violate a reader’s trust by allowing your ego to proclaim that your writing is above reproach. In that case, you are inviting a world of hurt that will cascade from one book to the next.  Neglecting to connect with a professional editor simply because you ‘write well enough’ is unconscionable.  Could you do it all on your own?  Perhaps.  Should you go it alone?  Never.  The skills, objectivity, and lack of emotional attachment a professional editor brings to your work are critical.  We are far too close to our own stories to make the difficult decisions of which superlative passages to rephrase or which characters to help exit the story, stage left.

Only through the guidance of a professional editor can we avoid the plot holes, incongruencies of character, or misinterpreted messages that dissuade people from reading all the way to the back cover.  Let alone lending or recommending our book to others.  Even the best writers rely on editors.  After all, they specialize in putting a sharper edge on the tension, deepening the authenticity of the emotion, and eradicating the oversights made in that fifteenth version we are sure is perfect.

Many Indie Authors edit themselves to control expenses and somehow balance the income against the art.  It is a trick we play on ourselves to keep from falling headlong into a melting pint of ice cream and despair.  It’s completely understandable.  Retaining control of the budget validates all the long nights learning the multitude of steps involved in birthing your book on your own.  

Find another area to skimp on as you develop your emotional and financial budget for your next writing project.  Don’t snub the expertise of a reliable, knowledgeable editor just to save a few dollars.  If you do, it will be at the peril of your book’s success and your writing career.  Simply put, the fastest way to lose readers is to ignore or insult their intelligence by not hiring an editor.  An editor may not make it perfect, but they will help you achieve excellence. That is what builds a dependable reputation of quality in your writing.  With every stroke of the editor’s pen, you build trust with your reader.  You will cultivate the strongest referral base for your future work out of that trust.

So, nourish your relationship with your readers.  Deliver on promises and cultivate trust for accuracy and consistency within your work.  You will be stronger in mind, body, and spirit because of it… and your career will reap the rewards.  Do the right thing.  Make the best choice.  Always hire an editor before you publish.

A little while ago, I saw a post in an online networking group defining the term Brand.  The writer supplied a bullet list of things that are not a business' Brand.  Included were such things as a logo, business cards, YouTube videos, and blog posts.  The writer explained that these things are ancillary and not at the heart of branding.  They continued to explain that instead, a business’ Brand was defined as the connection between themselves and the customer or client.  They refuted the expense of time and money on the other items, declaring them insignificant, and wasted effort.

I noodled this around in my head for about a week and considered the question from several angles. I've been active in various networking groups (in-person and online) for over ten years. As a result, I've been attentive to how branding is used across many different industries.  So, after considering this writer's point of view and my own experience, I came to this understanding:

​Perhaps the writer mentioned above overlooks the impact of having both a Brand and a Reputation.  The first is meant as a marketing tool to provide comfort and accessibility for prospects.  The second instills confidence and security inside an interaction that fosters loyalty and endorsements across years, and we would hope, decades. 

As with speaking and listening, I believe that we should never focus on one without the other.  This is especially true for Independent Authors as they grow their writing careers.

Speaking to readers with business cards, websites, YouTube videos, Amazon advertising, podcasts, and other marketing outreach is vital toward expanding the opportunity for discovery.  Using these tools requires a fundamental understanding of message presentation and emotional aesthetics.  A solid branding practice shares an author's "novel" approach to their iteration of a genre.  Physical takeaways or digital evergreen content allows readers to see that our books are interesting, enduring, disarming, and desirable.  Branding acts as a gateway for the reader to access the author, coming closer with a warm invitation.  Branding is the coy smile shared between an author and a reader across a crowded room.  Branding teases a love affair that will evolve in intensity over time.

​Listening to readers is an entirely different set of practiced skills.  The author's Reputation creates a safe space where the reader feels comfortable in the author's vulnerability as they share their imagination.  It is the connectivity an author initiates with genuine interest as they engage in conversation at a festival or signing event.  Always attentive, interested, and accessible to the reader; eager to hear their impressions of the work and how a reader was touched.  Reputation is about building relationships, risking rejection, and delivering on promises made on the page and in person.  Listening to readers and learning what they desire most through authentic connection is how authors pave the way for readers to develop a deep devotion to their books and encourage referrals to other readers.

Branding is the overture to the symphony of your writing career.  Reputation is the intellectual and emotional connections authors establish in a safe space, directly with a reader's heart and soul.  Branding and Reputation are intrinsically intertwined.  An author cannot expect to reach readers without first extending an invitation, nor can they expect to maintain their Reputation without the emotional attention all relationships expect and require.

So, build book trailers, pass out rack cards, and design enticing table displays.  But don't neglect the personal interaction between you and your reader.  Respond to their conversations at festivals, interact with them on social media, and thank them for their honest reviews, regardless of whether that review was good, bad, or indifferent.  Each relationship you invite and maintain will help encourage a footbridge of referrals to your future work. 

​The Wedding Quilt by Diana Kathryn Plopa

The cabins were old, older than any other building I’d ever seen. Even though there were some slats missing in the siding, and I was sure a strong wind could topple them easily, I was grateful. I’d been on this route for at least two hours, avoiding the dedicated trail, desperately trying to find a place to hide. Wintertime is no time to be out in the elements unprotected, but I would rather fight the specters of snow and ice, with the threat of losing my fingers and toes to frostbite, than face what made me run. It wasn’t a choice any rational person would make… but rational thought isn’t something prisoners know.


The sun falling toward the horizon insinuated night’s approach. But I had no idea how fast that might happen. He took my cell phone, my wallet, and my watch. Walking toward the sun as it got darker meant east, I thought… but who knew? Orienteering class from scouts was decades ago, and I’d long since given up on adventures that didn’t involve carefully planned itineraries and four-star hotels. The snow started to fall again, and despite my concern about spending the night with rabid rodents, I walked closer to the largest of the two cabins, hoping for a bit of respite until the morning. If my luck held out, he would give up the search, chalk up my disappearance as a minor inconvenience, and give up. For the record, I have never been a lucky person.


I thought the door might fall off it’s crumbling hinges when I pushed through the entrance. There was no sound, but the wood vibrated the strain of movement through my hands and down to my elbows, as I pushed against a snowdrift to squeeze my body through it’s opening. I turned back before letting it close behind me. The snow was falling harder now, soon my tracks would vanish. A helpful thing to dissuade him from following, but a frustration when I thought of a rescue team who would be hindered by the same. I stepped across the threshold, and pushed the door closed, resting my back against its fragile planking. The rhythm of my breathing resonated through the door and traveled along the walls as the entire room seemed to inhale and exhale my anxiety.


My stocking feet were numb, and probably blue or white by now, but I didn’t dare remove the covering. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to remain conscious once I saw myself in the beginning throes of decay. Grateful for the blanket I’d snatched before climbing out the window. I was thankful that he’d allowed me to dress in sweats, rather than the flimsy lingerie from the night before. I chastised myself for kind the thought. He didn’t deserve it.


My eyes moved around the room as the dwindling light revealed what I was sure would soon become my tomb. Sparsely furnished with what I assumed was Civil War era poverty, I was reassured that Fate’s string would be cut here, with nary a whisper of argument from me. The place was empty with no signs of life… not even tiny footprints across the snow-covered floor. It would seem even the rats knew this was a lost cause refuge.


In an act of foolish desperation, I felt the mantle above the hearth, my hands like clubs, pawing across the years of decay in search of anything that might improve my situation. I’m not sure what I was looking for but doing something felt better than doing nothing. Miraculously, I discovered an old tin box. When I opened it, small sticks of wood with crimson tips laid before me in soldier readiness. “Matches!” I said aloud, my voice becoming lost to the insulation of winter’s blanket. Quickly, I closed the box and tucked it in the pocket of my hoddie. I dropped my blanket and grappled for the ladder-back chair that stood on its side just a few feet away. Even though the wood was brittle with age, it still took nearly all of my energy to break it apart, using my foot to stomp on it. Finally, I had firewood. “Now, what to use for kindling?” I looked at my blanket. It was the logical choice. But, if it didn’t work, I’d be worse off. “It doesn’t really matter. I’m probably going to freeze to death, anyway.” I arranged the wood in the fireplace as a sort of tee-pee, and wrapped the blanket around the outside, leaving a small opening in both the front and back for the air to circulate and feed what I hoped would soon be raging flames. Before I lit the thing, though, I needed more wood. “This little bit isn’t going to be enough to make it through the night.”


Exhausted, I crawled on hands and knees through the cabin, and into a small adjoining room, which I quickly discovered to be a bedroom. It was surprising. The cabin didn’t look large enough for a second room from the outside, but then, I didn’t take the time to walk all the way around. I found another chair, and two old, faded quilts on a decaying mattress laying upon a cast iron bed frame. Most of the batting was lost, but I thought these two together might make up for the blanket I was about to burn. I struggled to my feet, scooping up the quilts from the bed and dragging the chair behind me, using it for a bit of stability as I hobbled back to the hearth.


Upon seeing my tiny bonfire preparations, hope and a bit of rationality returning, I swapped out my newer blanket for one of the ragged quilts. After breaking up the second chair, I dropped to the floor and draped my blanket around my shoulders. I slid the second quilt under me, wrapping the extra end pieces over my lap. It wasn’t a tremendous physical difference, but in my head, hope swelled. It’s crazy to think how the brain will fool us into a false sense of security when we are offered the tiniest bit of possibility.


I pulled the match tin out of my pocket and cradled it in my hands. I opened the box and counted. “One, two, three, four, five… Five chances to get warm. Five chances to not die. I hope I don’t screw this up.” I scooted a little closer to the hearth, and leaning in, my nose nearly touching the baby bonfire tee-pee, I struck the first match.


“One.” Nothing. I dropped the spent match inside the hearth and tried again.


“Two.” Nothing. The second dead soldier followed his brother to the bottom of the hearth.


“Okay, they say three’s the charm. Let’s hope they’re right.” I closed my eyes and struck the third match. A tiny flame erupted but died before I could get it close to the fringe of the blanket. “RATS!”


I inhaled slowly, trying to calm and steady my hands. I scooted a bit closer, and this time, held out the tin so that it was almost touching the fringe of the quilt. “Let’s try this again.”


I focused my vision, blinking a few times to be sure I was seeing the world correctly. I took a deep breath and this time with eyes wide open, struck the next match. “Four.” Again, a tiny flame exploded, and this time, caught the thin threads. The fire slowly began to travel along the bottom of the quilt. Heaving a sigh of relief, I blew on it a little bit, adding whatever confidence I could to the fire’s life. I tucked the tin with the final match back in my pocket and pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders. As the flame ate at the old quilt, some of the chair wood also began to burn. My little fire was beginning to grow, pushing a small billow of smoke up and out the flue.


Warmth pushed itself toward me, and my hands began to ache as blood once again made its way to my fingers. I felt a little light-headed and found it difficult to keep my eyes open. I steadied myself, pushing one hand to the floor. The fire had taken hold now and was dancing before me in a reminder that perhaps death wasn’t right around the corner. “Oh, I’ll probably still die, but at least I’ll be warm when death gets here.” I thought about the smoke becoming a beacon for my assailant to find me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be warm.


I threw one of the slats from the second chair on the fire and felt myself swaying in dizziness again. I no longer had the energy to sit upright, and in a slow-motion moment my face flushed, and I curled myself into a fetal ball, my face finding the cold floor, my vision fading to black.


****


“That’s when I found all of you here, standing around me as if I was an exhibit at a museum.” My voice was raspy, and my vision was still slightly blurred as I tried to recognize the people staring at me, their faces glowing in a warm illumination from the hearth. “Who are you?”


“I’m James Coffrey, and this is my wife, Anna, and our two children, Abigail and Charles.” He reached for my hand and helped me to a nearby chair. Anna brought me a blanket and draped it around my shoulders. It was heavy and warm. Abigail handed me a mug of tea. I blinked several times, pushing the tears of being found… being rescued… from my eyes. “What is your name, Miss?”


“I’m… um… Valerie…”


“We’re pleased to have you in our home, Miss Valerie, but we’re a little startled and surprised about how you got here.” James continued to talk, his words reaching my ears as indistinguishable mumbles.


I sipped from the mug in my hands and looked around the room as James spoke, recognizing the cabin, and realizing that it was somehow new. There were no worn slats through the siding and there was no snow upon the floor. Glass sat in the window holes, and a delicious aroma of stew floated through me, stimulating my stomach to lurch with a growl of insistent hunger. “How… Where…” I began to feel dizzy again.


Anna reached out a hand to steady me in the chair. As I regained my balance, I took another moment or two to look around the cabin. Everything screamed old America. I was in a small cabin, just two rooms, from what I could tell. Under the window, stood a dry-sink sideboard with a pitcher and bowl for washing. The family’s clothing, their shoes, the style of furniture… all clearly hand-made. The open hearth had a cook pot hanging above the log fire, and finally, a sepia-toned photograph of President Lincoln in an oval wooden frame placed prominently above the mantle. In elegant script, the caption read Inauguration Day, March 4, 1861. This wasn’t just an off-grid tiny house. This was a cabin, and a family, from another time.


“James, can’t you see the young lady is famished? Let your questions be. She needs to eat. Abigail, please bring a bowl of stew for our visitor.”


Abigail, who must have been about eight years old, replaced my mug with a bowl filled with meat, potatoes, and vegetables, steeping in hearty broth. Charles, who may have been five or six, handed me a spoon. “Thank you,” I said feebly. I raised the spoon to my mouth and felt the stew’s warmth fall through to my stomach. I took two more spoonfuls as the family watched in silence.


“There, that’s better,” said Anna as she looked to her husband. “You can’t expect a person to speak with half a brain unless they’ve got at least half a stomach.” She sat in the chair next to me. The others joined us at the table and began to eat the bowls of stew Abigail set before them.


After a few minutes, James offered me a slice of bread, and again asked, “Who are you, and where have you come from?”


“I’m Valerie Thompson, I was being held captive by a man… I escaped out a window and ran. I got lost in the woods and found myself here, at your cabin… but it was different. Everything was different…” I looked down to notice that my hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants were gone. In their place was a long dark blue muslin dress, white apron, and black lace-up boots. “What happened to my clothes, did you dress me?” I asked, reaching up to my head and feeling a muslin bonnet perched there.


“Of course not, my dear, we would never do such a thing,” said Anna, a bit flummoxed by my suggestion that they would be so forward as to take away my clothes. “This is how we found you, huddled in front of the fire when we came in from the fields.


“Who is this man you say kept you prisoner?” asked James. The look on his face was all worry and seriousness.
“Doug… Douglas Grady… my… husband.” The family grew statue-still and just as silent.


“Why on earth would your husband keep you against your will?” Anna looked to her children, sitting silently, eating their supper as a mild disgust fell across her face with concern that I might be a poor influence on their young ears. Wives didn’t escape from their husbands, after all. It was scandalous.


“He is my ex-husband, actually,” I told them, regret dripping from my words. I set the bowl of half-eaten stew on the table. “A judge granted us a divorce last year because he was beating me.” My face grew dark at the memory of his brutality. “He came for me three days ago, vowing to get even for tarnishing his name and forcing his business clients to pull their contracts. He builds houses. No one wanted to work with him since they found out what he did to me. He took me in a revenge-fueled rage…” My voice trailed off into the foggy place words go when you can’t find the energy to say them aloud.


“How horrible,” said Anna, as she made the sign of the cross. Her face changed to concern for both me and my soul.


James looked to me with a gentle strength. “Well, you are here with us now. He won’t hurt you again.” It was a promise I knew I could believe. “But we need to get you back to your home. I’m sure there are people looking for you… family…”


“There is no one,” I said, a tone of finality in my voice. “I have no children, or siblings. My parents passed away four years ago, in an accident.” I picked up the bowl of stew again, and helped another spoon bring energy to my exhaustion. “Besides, I’m not sure where I am.” Or when. “I don’t know how you would get me home.”


“Well, surely, you know where you were when you were taken? We could go back there,” suggested Anna. She noticed that the children were finished with their supper and gestured for them to go to the other room. They did as she asked, without a word.


Quiet obedience, I thought, taking another few bites of stew. That’s not normal. This is not my time.


“Where is your home?” asked James. “Perhaps we can help you find your way back.” He stood from the table and walked to a small desk in the corner of the room, returning with a hand-drawn map. “Now, this isn’t official, but this map has got me out and back enough that I know it works.” There was a hopeful confidence on his face as he unfolded and smoothed out the paper before him. “What town are you from, my dear?”


“Lewiston,” I said, finishing off the last of my stew and bread. I set the bowl on the table and waited for James to find the town on his map, although I knew he wouldn’t. Lewiston hadn’t become incorporated until 1891, thirty years after where I believed I was, or rather, when. I felt a sense of calm knowing that Doug wouldn’t be able to find me… but what now?


“Hmmm… I don’t see it on the map, but that’s not unusual. As I say, this is not as accurate as it could be. How long have you been traveling, perhaps we can find your town by the distance you traveled?” James was trying hard to be useful, but I knew the futility of it.


“I… I can’t remember. I collapsed in the snow on my escape. So much is a blur, I’m just so grateful that I was able to find your cabin before I froze to death. I’m sorry.” I hung my head in sincere apology and sadness. I wasn’t sure how I’d found myself here, in this place and time, and I wasn’t sure how I would manage… but I knew the first step would be acceptance. “I don’t think we’ll be able to find it.” Tears began to roll down my cheeks.


“Well, there’s no need to fret about it. You’re safe now, and that’s all that matters.” Anna looked to her husband, covering the hand on his map with her own, and drawing compassion from his heart. “You’re welcome to stay with us for as long as you like… perhaps one day, you’ll remember. But until then, you shall find a home with us.” She moved her free hand to cover mine, and James nodded his agreement.


****


Thirteen years later, I sat at the kitchen table, helping Anna prepare for Abigail’s wedding. Winter came early, and we struggled with making a headpiece of dried Black-Eyed Susan and Goldenrod. Late year weddings were unusual, but Abigail’s parents couldn’t deny her love simply to have a nice party in the Spring. Her suitor was a butcher, a nice young man, named Noah Taylor. He was very kind and promised her every advantage. Anna and James thought highly of him and supported the union.


“This is going to be such a pretty wedding, Abigail,” I said, full of the anticipation of the next day. This is such a special time for you. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of it.” A smile exploded from me that engulfed both women in warmth.


“Oh, Valerie,” said Abigail. “You have been a true joy to us. I’m so happy you came to join our family.”


“Indeed,” said Anna, echoing the sentiment. “Our family has become so much more since you came to stay with us.”


It was true, these past years had been the happiest of memory. When I found myself laying on the kitchen floor, I had no idea how my life would change… how it would be so much better. At first, I struggled with the work life required in the late 1800s, but soon, it became as second nature to me as carrying a cell phone and checking email in my old life. There was a simplicity of this life that brought peace. More than that, it was a life I could count on. There were no surprises and no brutality. There was no competition for a lifestyle beyond what was needed. Frivolous status and commercialism didn’t exist in this small farming community. This co-existence with Mother Nature wasn’t easy, not by any stretch. But it was comfortable, and it meant something. I discovered that was more valuable to me than all the technology, pizza, and Netflix binges I now only barely remembered.


I made many friends over the years, but never took a suitor to husband. That was the one piece that never felt right. My first marriage hadn’t gone so well, and I wasn’t in a hurry to repeat that history. James and Anna understood that my heart was broken, and they didn’t force me to pretend anything different.


Shortly after I arrived, James built a second, smaller cabin near the main house for me. It was just one room, but it was heaven. This was my refuge. Anna taught me to sew, cook, and manage on my own in this new wilderness of comfort. I planted a small vegetable garden and helped with the family farm and their small collection of livestock. In the evenings, I read and joined the family in storytelling with mugs of tea near the fire.


Before I came to this cabin in the woods, I was afraid of guns. But in the time I spent with the Coffrey family, I became a fairly decent shot, able to take my own rabbits and birds when necessary. It was a skill James insisted I learn. He never wanted me to feel obliged to take a husband, but knew I needed to be able to fend for myself, if that’s what my heart demanded. I regret none of it. In those years, I became a better person, inside and out.
As we prepared the flowers and sewed the veil for Abigail’s dress, James, Noah, and Charles were out deer and rabbit hunting for the wedding feast. We sang the songs of childhood and talked excitedly about the wonderful mother Abigail would be one day.


“I’ve been working on a special wedding gift for you,” I told Abigail as we finished sewing the veil.


“Really?” she asked, her voice giddy with excitement. “What is it?”


I smiled at Anna and looked over to Abigail as I began to pack up my sewing kit. “I don’t know if I should tell you… after all, you’re not quite married yet.” I shared a giggle with Anna, knowing how much Abigail detested secrets.


“Oh please,” squealed Abigail. “You know I’m a horrible waiter… Please tell me what it is!” Her face instantly transformed to that eight-year-old girl I saw my first day at the cabin in the woods. I was delighted beyond words.


“How could I say no to that face?” I said, clutching her cheeks gently between my hands. “Stay here, I’ll go get it and be right back.”


I ran to my little cabin next door and pulled the quilt I’d been sewing from the shelf above my bed. I held it carefully in my arms, considering the past year, and how much I learned. It was a triangle-pattern tapestry done in blue, green, yellow, and red. I’d added extra batting to make it thick, warm, and durable. Each square represented a year spent with a family who took me in and loved me unconditionally.


Just as I was about to open the door and walk back to the main house, I heard a shot. It was too close to be the hunters, but too loud to be anyone but them. I put my hand on the door handle and heard a second shot. The surprise of its reverberation through the door of my little cabin knocked me to the floor. I hit my head hard as I fell against the corner of the table on my way down.


The world went black.


****


I awoke, dizzy and with an ache in my body I’d not felt in years. I heard strange voices around me but couldn’t focus on their words. I was cold, my hands and feet were numb, and my face was covered with a layer of fresh snow.


​“In here!” a man’s voice called.


There was a flurry of action as four men in dark clothes came rushing toward me. I opened my eyes to see one of them wrapping a blanket over me, and three more struggling to bring a gurney to me through the snow.


“One, two, three,” came a voice. I was lifted to the gurney and another blanket was tucked around me. Safety straps were tied gently about my legs and torso. As they took me from the cabin toward the waiting ambulance, I looked to my right and saw an officer zipping up a black body bag, laying on the ground between the two cabins.

​
“What… who…” I asked with an exhausted whisper.


“Don’t worry, ma’am,” came a voice nearby. Douglas Grady won’t hurt you ever again.”


After they put me in the ambulance, the EMT pulled away the blankets the police had wrapped around me, to start an IV.
​

A sad smile came to my face as I realized I was still clutching Abigail’s wedding quilt.

The impact of a book review cannot be overstated.  As Indie Authors, we all know this.  We live it and breathe it… But do we, really?

Book reviews are coveted by Indies.  Whether it is a few words or a few paragraphs, the response from readers, whether good, bad, or indifferent, helps us understand how our work impacts people outside of our imagination.  We crave reviews.  We love getting reviews so much that each time we receive one, we share it on social media and our website.  We grab our most comfortable bullhorn and tell the world about the nice things people have to say about us and our books.  Even if our work has been poorly received, we still covet the review. 

Reviews are not just “ata-boy” pats on the back, or at least, they shouldn’t be.  They help us become better writers.  They allow us to see our storytelling influence from a distance.  A few sentences of constructive critique help us realize what works and what doesn’t work.  Reviews help us to grow in our art and remind us that there is more to the act of writing a book than simply answering to the Muse.  Book reviews are what connect us to the reading world.  Yes.  It is also true that reviews can help Indie Authors make money by bringing more attention to their books, boosting them in the rankings, and helping to sell more.  As much as we’d all like to think that we’re artists unaffected by the whispers of economic pressure, the impact reviews have on our income cannot be ignored.  Book reviews mean word-of-mouth advertising, which sells more books.  Reader reviews are vital to our future in this industry.

However, Indie Authors, too, need to remember the importance of writing reviews for their colleagues.  We are not in competition with each other, or we shouldn’t be.  Rather, we’re all part of a community whose main goal is to improve the world around us through the written word.  One of the best ways we can do that is to offer constructive critique to our fellows and be open to learning from each other.  After all, who understands our industry and its nuances better than we do?

Just as a swimmer cannot improve without their teammates pushing them to strengthen their stroke and improve their times, writers need the same support and encouragement to improve their performance.

Writing and receiving book reviews is akin to the techniques that must be mastered by Olympic swimmers.  Reach back on one side and breathe, then thrust your arm in the pool and pull.  Then turn your attention the other side, reach again, breathe, throw in the other arm, and pull.  Only through this bilateral approach to offering and accepting constructive critique can we, as writers, improve.  Book reviews from our fellow Indie Authors build stronger writing muscles and advance the forward momentum of the entire publishing industry.  We inhale story and exhale impact.  We train through our writing, stretching with every page. Then we coach with our reviews, offering an above-surface perspective of our authoring.  Only by becoming attentive to training and receptive to coaching, can we become proficient and help our entire team to the gold medal podium.

If a swimmer stands on the sidelines and offers silence to his teammates, only focusing on their own success, they may earn a gold medal for their individual achievements, but when it comes to elevating the sport as a whole, they do more harm than good.  They divert attention away from the smaller ripples in the pool, creating an atmosphere where fans only cheer for the record-holders, and ignore the rest of the team.  There are so many other swimmers who are strong and could achieve so much more, if only they had the support of their teammates and a bit of enthusiasm from the crowd.

I see plenty of Indie Authors asking for reviews of their work in the back pages of their books, on social media, and in newsletters.  Memes are rife with reminders about how book reviews feed Indie Authors and sustain us through self-doubt and imposter syndrome.  We beg and plead for reviews… even if it’s only a single sentence.  But sadly, I don’t see enough reviews actually written by Indie Authors.   

No doubt, there are a few well-known authors who we all wish would write an endorsement “blurb” for our book… that would be heaven realized, right?  The thing of dreams.  It would be the recognition and validation we all crave.  But do we do it for each other when just beginning… or when struggling through the adolescence of our writing careers… or even when we’ve been at it for a while and need a bit of reassurance that we’re not wasting our time?  Not so much.  If we don’t cheer for each other, how will the spectators sitting in the stands become infused with our enthusiasm for this thing we love?  Why should they care?  Why should they put forth the effort of publicly responding to our work, if we don’t even do it for each other?

Leaving a review for a book isn’t just about boosting that Indie Author’s monetary gain to help to sell more books. That might be a nice by-product, but it’s not the most important impact of a review.  Leaving a book review–especially if you’re an Indie Author–is also an act of support for the entirety of the writing profession.  It is one of the strongest ways we can coach each other toward becoming stronger writers and strengthen our team.  Not to mention adding ripples of attention to the reading pool.

Go back and watch some of the old footage from the Olympics when Michael Phelps was swimming.  You’ll notice that when his teammates were cheering him from the pool deck he swam stronger and faster.  Of course, focus on strengthening your stroke and improving your personal skills.  Don’t ever neglect your own writing career to cheer for others.  But also, cheer for your fellow Indie Authors, share above the surface observations that might strengthen their craft, and support their momentum toward publishing their next book.  If you do it for them, they’ll do it for you. 

​As with any profession, there are tools of the writing trade that will carry an author from their first book to their last.  There are a bunch of other tools that are fun to use, and sometimes even useful, but don’t get hauled out of the toolbox very often.  As with any tradesman, we carry lots of tools, but we’re most comfortable with a small handful.  We like they way they feel to our hands and our imagination.  There are also tools we may never touch, but we have them, just in case… you know… because you never know what the new book might need to give it a certain edge, texture, or polish.

I have a large arsenal of tools.  I have my phone with a Bluetooth headset and a small hand-held tape recorder (from my days as a newspaper reporter) for dictation.  Because even if it is the most amazing idea ever… I learned early that it’s not really a smart plan to write what Drake quacks at me while driving a 5-speed manual transmission, on the freeway at 70mph, with a ball point pen and notebook on the seat of your car.  That ticket took me a little while to pay off.  Moreover, I’m lucky we both lived through it.

I have multiple screens for my computer because I like to have one open for research, one for writing, and a third for email and social media (or during NaNoWriMo, the Discord server). I use a bunch of websites, some of which are listed in another article, HERE.  Someday I’ll update the list.  Plus, a bunch of “extracurricular” software tools that I use to do specific things while I’m planning my projects.  I use them for things like developing deep-dive character maps, to design marketing materials, and book covers. I have one that makes e-book layout in multiple formats so easy I actually enjoy doing it, and I have a day planner software to keep my calendar so I can stay focused and not completely lose my mind from overwhelm.  I also have the obligatory portable back up hard drives because sometimes clouds explode into monsoons, and all is lost.  I’ll save the details about my “sometimes” tools for a future article.

​To be safe, and because sometimes it can be invigorating to “get back to basics”, I have analog tools, too.  I use writing craft reference books and writer’s magazines.  My shelves, and my tablet, are full of them.  I have a collection of “feel good in my hand” pens that I use for Galley edits (and actual writing, when I’m out in the world, away from electricity… which, oddly enough, happens fairly often).  Finally, I have a stack of empty notebooks and reams of paper, along with a home binding machine to help keep my hardcopy archives together… because you never know when we’ll be hit with an EMP and be forced to go back to crafting on paper. 

But out of all of these, I would say my favorite and most effective tool is a keyboard.  When I was much younger, I was forced to write most everything by hand – which I hated.  I’ve never enjoyed looking at my own penmanship… it’s just not that attractive to me.  After a long writing session, my fingers tend to seize and writing can become painful (more so now that I’m getting older).  A pen in my hand can never keep up with the ideas flowing from Drake’s imagination to me for translation and development.  However, long-hand writing is beneficial when I write in my daily journal.  It forces me to slow down and really think about what I’m writing… but that’s a study in meditation more than it is my passion for creative writing.
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Even though I railed against my mother forcing typing class on me in High School, I am grateful for the torture.  If not for typing, my stories would never have graduated from poofs of quacked concepts to physical books.  I wrote my poetry collection, Ideate Avail (my first book), in my very early 20s, on an old Underwood manual typewriter that my Grandfather gave me.   This is when I learned that writing is an endurance sport.  I can’t tell you how many times I retyped entire pages until they were perfect.  In those days, I thought White Out was cheating.  I was tremendously grateful when electric typewriters and then computers came along.  I probably never would have written a second book if not for the advancement of technology.  Insert, copy, delete, and undo are four of my favorite words in the writing craft.  I still keep that typewriter close to my desk.  Not only is it a beautiful reminder of my Grandfather, it also reminds me that there is nothing magical about the writing process.  It takes focus, work, and tenacity.  Writing isn’t “play”, although most of the time it is fun.  Writing is serious business, not for the faint of heart.

This brings me to my favorite tool, Writing Software, the focus of today’s article.  I’ve used a few different software packages over the years.  Simple text programs just weren’t enough for me.  As my writing evolved, and I became more aware the importance Passionate Plotting was to Drake and me, I frequently went on pilgrimages to discover a software tool that would do everything I wanted it to… and I found several.  Some didn't work for me, some I loved but are no longer available, and others worked for a short time, but left me wanting more.

​​About one, or maybe two years ago… I can’t recall the exact year now… many things about the COVID era are blurry for me… I discovered my current software love, Plottr.  This is an amazingly well-developed tool!   It started out as an elegantly simple writing tool that included a timeline and writing dashboard for plot points, plus space to develop characters.  I found the fluidity of moving through plot points and writing directly inside the program a delight. 

Since I made my discovery, the software has evolved into an incredible tool that keeps answering every “I wish” request Drake makes.  It not only has a timeline with an integrated outline, but detailed plot point writing space, character development and place development spaces, a fantastic collection of “get started” templates, character templates, story bibles to keep all your stuff organized, color coding for almost everything, tagging features, the power of drop and drag rearranging of your outline without losing continuity, and so many other incredible features… PLUS, it exports to MS Word.  This is important for that final edit and layout process. 

Not to mention… but I will mention it (haven’t you always found that an odd phrase?)  They are constantly adding more features, every month, or so it seems.

Aside from all these wonderful things that make writing with Plottr a joy, the price is astounding!  At the time of this writing, to have this program installed on one device is just $25 per year!  For three devices, it’s just $45!  Nope, that’s not a typo.  It’s really THAT inexpensive.  Go visit their website and look it up for yourself! 

I’ve got it installed on my laptop and my tablet.  I save my documents to my cloud storage… but now, they’ve just come out with a new version, called PRO (available shortly), which will sync across devices, seamlessly!  That, and this new version does a bunch of other nifty stuff, too.  I can’t say enough about the wonderful customer and technical support, and the great tutorials and video walk-throughs.  These fine people make it very easy to fall in love with their program.  I hope this company never goes out of business.  I can’t imagine finding another writing software package that meets all of my needs and is as intuitive to use.

Okay, look, I’m not a paid spokesperson, or even an affiliate.  They’ve given me a way to be rewarded for my referrals, but for the price they’re NOT charging me to use this fantastic software, I’d rather they keep the money to work on the next development version.  I’m telling you about this software because I use it… every day.  I have seen how it has improved my writing process, and I want to help you find a tool that perhaps helps you, too. 

Not all writers are Passionate Plotters.  I have lots of friends who are dye-in-the-wool Pantsers.  I have friends who still love to write long-hand and produce 400-page novels doing it that way… J.A. Bullen, I’m looking at you!  I’m not quite sure how you do it, but the fact that you do it in a way that works for you is Sacred to me… not to mention, but I will, Fascinating. 

​As I’ve said in blog articles and on social media posts before, one of the things I love best about our writing community is that there is no “one” way to do it “right”.  Artists find different tools and methods that work best for them through their creation process.  It makes the work more interesting to watch at a creation level, as well as more lovely to enjoy at an audience level.  I LOVE that about us!
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Not all writers will use this software to its fullest extent, either.  You don’t have to.  But if you’re a writer who enjoys having a bit of a plan, and someplace to keep that plan organized, I can’t think of a better tool to help you do that than Plottr.

Three times, in as many days, I’ve seen posts in various groups on Facebook asking whether writers work on multiple projects simultaneously, or just one at a time.  It’s an interesting question, to be sure. 

Before I go any further, let me say this… There is no “right” or “wrong” way to do it.  Writing is a creative endeavor, and as such, each creator has their own method and strategy.  What works for one artist, may not work for another, and that’s perfectly fine.  Any way you want to create, I support.  Well, except painting or writing with blood… not a big fan of that medium.

Okay, disclaimer over… let’s talk about this for a few minutes. 

My answer to this question is that I write in multiple projects simultaneously.  I always have, I probably always will.  At any given time, I have between three and five projects in process.  Sure, they may all be in various stages of “done” but I’m working them all at the same time.  I usually do a little bit on each one over a long period of time, and usually with classical music playing in the background.

One project may be in final edit, another may be in rough draft version two, another in rough draft version one, another may be in outline, world building, and character mapping, and yet another might be in synopsis development and story design.  You get the idea.  There are lots of spinning plates in the air at all times, which I find exhilarating.  I’ve tried working on just one project at a time before.  I didn’t enjoy it.  Here are a few reasons why…

When I work on a single project, I find myself getting bored quickly.  I have a Gemini brain.  No, I’m not a Zodiac person… I don’t put much stock in that stuff, beyond the simple recognition that if we NEED labels, or tidy explanations for how we function in the world, this one fits me.  I live in a continuous duality of emotion and thought.  (I have one author friend who lovingly refers to me as slightly schizophrenic.)  While processing through my day, my brain is nearly always going at full tilt.  My imagination is constantly working on at least two different things, while my logical brain is working on strategies for my business and my home life.  I find story in pretty much everything I see, feel, and experience… all the time.  I don’t do singular focus effectively.   I can’t imagine being forced to ignore all those other great ideas bouncing around in my brain while working a single novel.  That seems tremendously stifling to me.

Writing multiple projects means that “writer’s block” (or as I call it, “writer’s laziness”) has no room in my life.  If I get stymied on one project, I can simply move to another.  Shift gears, and keep moving.  There is no excuse for imagination shut-down in my world.  I have too much I want to create to allow for any extensive “down time” while I “regroup” my thoughts.  I write because, like breathing, if I don’t do it, I’ll most certainly die.  I truly feel that.  Nope, creative stagnation doesn’t serve me.  Instead of wallowing in the frustration of not working in my project because I can’t think of the next thing… or more likely, Drake (my muse) is being stubborn, I move on to something else, and allow that other frustration to work itself out.  Usually, when I return, the problem has been solved, and I’m able to move forward.

How do I do this?  Well, I’m a Passionate Plotter.  I keep outlines and timelines and notes of all sorts to help me remember what a particular group of characters are doing or the places they are going.  Okay, the fact that I work in different genres helps tremendously.  I don’t have a problem with overlapping characters or storylines because each project I’m working on is very different from the others.  Think about all the television shows you watch throughout a week.  Each one is different… maybe in the same genre (because humans can be creatures of habit), but each has a different storyline, with different locations and characters.  Do you ever get them confused?  No?  My brain processes writing and books in the same way.

I’m also quite good at compartmentalization.  I find it easy to tuck details from each story I’m working on into its own little box in my brain, and rarely do they mingle.  I also read multiple books for pleasure, and I edit multiple projects for other authors, all while I’m working on my own novels.  So, I suppose compartmentalization could be considered my “super power”, if I have one.   Reading and editing help with story and character empathy, which makes me a better writer.  I don’t think story creation happens in a vacuum.  I believe you need exposure to other creative outlets to feed your own voice… whether that’s books, television, film, music, or art… I think it all contributes to making my work better.

There has only been one instance where I’ve noticed a comingling of my work, and that was with my romance novel, A Tryst of Fate.  For those of you who are interested, the new edition will be available in early January. 

So, how was this project different?  Well, it was almost a deliberate process.  At the time I was writing the first draft, I had an idea that I wanted to write a collection of short stories.  As I finished the draft, and began editing, I realized that each of the stories had an overlapping theme, and they weren’t truly separate.  Drake came up with a great idea to weave them into the larger tapestry of a single novel.  So that’s exactly what I did.  Sometimes, the Duck comes up with some great ideas. 

So, the collection of short stories I was working on became the stories that my male lead tells my female lead, as a way to reconnect with her.  Each story is a parable of the character’s history together.  Then, I sewed them together with an over-arching main plot, and built in transitions specific to that story.  It was a fun exercise in quilting a book. 

The biggest overlap came when one of the short stories migrated into a separate book of its own.  I read that particular section to the critique group I was working with at the time, and they suggested that with a little reworking, it could be a stand-alone middle-grade book.  So, I did that.  It's called The Griffin of Greed.  I changed some of the language for a younger audience and wrote a second book, before the romance novel was published.  That wasn’t in the original plan, but it worked out.  Looking back, I’m happy, that I chose to link the shorts together into a full novel.  They are much more vibrant as part of a bigger story, and together, they supported the main plot, as individual subplots.  It was a fun writing process.

Sorry, I got sidetracked there for a moment.  Gemini, remember? 

Back to the original question.  Yes, I think that writing multiple projects, if you can do it comfortably, is a fantastic opportunity to revolutionize your writing practice.  It will keep your imagination engaged in the work, and help to eliminate the excuse of laziness by cloaking it in the term, “writer’s block”.  For Drake and me, writing many stories at the same time, makes us very happy.  Does it take longer to publish writing this way?  Yes, definitely, yes.  But it’s the method that works for us.  It’s how we have the most fun.  And if you’re not having fun, what, exactly, is the point?
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So jump in.  Try writing a couple of different stories at the same time.  You may just surprise yourself with what the new forks in your creative road reveal to you, your characters, and your readers.