September 22, 2012

Starting Something New

Well, in reality, I’m revising something old. :) My first single title romance, Unexpected (formerly known on the internets as my Sooper Sekrit Projekt).

Last week, I sent the Geek Billionaire off to my fabulous editor at Harlequin, and then on Monday I got to start this two week odyssey of revising my first book with Berkley. I’m just so excited I can’t even tell you! It’s so much fun to work on comedy, but I have to say, I find editing sections of comedy much trickier than editing drama.

With a dramatic moment, I often need to dig deep and make sure I’m showing showing showing the emotion and bringing the reader in, vs just saying ‘the heroine wanted to cry’. That’s not easy, but it’s something I’ve gotten used to doing as a part of revisions.

Dismantling banter and trying to reassemble it, to get a message across and be entertaining is something a bit fiddlier, I’m finding! Comedy is interesting, in that timing and rhythm are very important. (failing that, make a joke about male anatomy) And because a reader is READING the dialogue and banter, timing must be conveyed to a certain degree through the way dialogue and action are mixed. So once you start yanking things around it gets a little jumbled and not as funny, so then you have to go back and reboot the banter.

I’ve had a little experience with this in Presents, because I have segments of banter, and performing surgery on them has always been the bane of my existence.

So, I’m performing surgery on my first single title. And I have to say, as much as I was dreading re-structuring the banter, it hasn’t been that bad so far. I’ve made it through my first pass, and I’m pausing now to do AAs for my Superbad Sheikh. (see, you turn a book in, and then you still have work to do on it months later!) But it’s good because it’s giving me time to let Unexpected sit.

Now that I’ve overhauled my hero’s conflict in Unexpected, when I read through it again I’ll be looking to make sure the new conflict thread is tied in nicely, and that every scene carries the emotional impact it ought to. Since I already did my best to leave the funny intact. ;)

I thought I would share a little Unexpected with you! It’s an unedited excerpt, but I hope you enjoy it. A little taste of what life will be like in Silver Creek:

 

Chapter One

So, when are you getting married?

“So, Kelsey, when are you getting married?”

Kelsey fought the urge to stab her own thigh with one of the fancy forks that her sister had selected so carefully for her special day. She could see the question forming in all of her well-meaning relatives’ eyes before the words made it from their mind to their lips.

Well, Aunt Addy, I’ve set the date for date for five years from now. With any luck, I’ll have sunk my claws into some unwitting victim in just enough time to pick out china patterns.

“Someday,” she said, pasting a smile on her face. One she hoped looked happy and not like she was contemplating homicide.

It was such an idyllic setting. Her family’s Eastern Oregon ranch, the field bright with new grass and yellow flowers. And she was as miserable as she could ever remember being.

She looked back up at her aunt, who was contemplating her a bit too carefully.

Don’t say on the shelf. Don’t say on the shelf.

“You’re nearly on the shelf, dear,” her aunt said with a chuckle.

Kelsey eyed the fork. “I like the view from up here,” she said.

She was thirty. Thirty wasn’t old. Thirty was just starting to come down from the post-college, young professional club scene. Thirty wasn’t even remotely ready to shackle yourself to someone until divorce did you part. Or so she’d heard. She hadn’t made it to the divorce. She hadn’t made it down the aisle. She’d made it into the bedroom she’d shared with her then-fiancé to find him doing some very inappropriate things with another woman, but no one was giving her any credit for that.

She’d been too young then anyway. According to the national average she was too young now.  But something in the water in her rural Oregon town had compelled most of her friends to get married right out of high school. The other stragglers had been caught up sometime before their mid-twenties had hit and she felt like the odd one out in a big way.

Even more now that the last of her younger sisters had just done the deed. At twenty. Bitch.

Okay, she didn’t really think her sister was a bitch. But she was feeling a little bit bitter the longer the reception wore on. Plus, the bridesmaid dresses were yellow and she looked horrible in yellow. Kailey knew that and she’d picked it anyway.

“You look…I was going to say great but you actually look really grumpy.”

Kelsey looked over her shoulder and up at the broad frame of her very best, and last single, friend, Alexa Lambert. “Thanks, Alex,” she snarked. “Shouldn’t you be over trying to catch a bouquet?”

“Hell no!” Alexa, dressed in black pants and a black top, looking so out of place, sat in the chair beside her.

“Avoidance, huh?”

“Why do you think I moved across the country? To get away from this kind of thing. Honestly, none of my friends in New York are married yet. Shacking up, maybe. But married, no.”

“I moved.”

“To Portland. Glamor central,” Alexa said wryly.

“I want to be close enough to visit still. All my sisters started having babies and…”

“Yeah, the baby thing doesn’t get me gooey like it seems to do for most women. I’m avoiding babies.”

Kelsey wasn’t in baby avoidance mode. Babies did make her gooey. She wished they didn’t. She wished that holding her niece and smelling her baby-soft head didn’t make her stomach cramp with the worst kind of futile longing imaginable.

“I’m not anti-marriage I’m…without and fine with it. That’s all. Somehow that makes me ‘on the shelf’.”

She didn’t need to get married. She had bad taste in men anyway. But what she did want, and what made all of this an awful tease, was a family. Children. She wanted crayon pictures all over her fridge and juice stains on her carpet. Okay, she didn’t want juice stains on her carpet, but she was ready to deal with it.

She thought about the brochures buried in her desk back at her house. Brochures she’d stuffed in a drawer six months ago and tried to forget about. Artificial insemination. The chance to have what she wanted, without the part she didn’t want.

To have her own child. To feel her baby move inside of her.

Her OB GYN had reminded her just recently that her fertility wasn’t getting better with age. Yet another person out to make her feel like the world was passing her by while she worked and aged. Except her doctor had a valid medical point. A scary one.

She looked at all her nieces and nephews, running around in the grass, barefoot, filthy, and adorable. Her sister Jacie was hugely pregnant and trying to chase her three-year-old son, who was holding a dirt clod and most likely had evil intentions.

Kelsey envied her in that moment. So much she nearly choked on it.

Alexa leaned forward and hooted, effectively breaking her out of her moment of self-pity. “On the shelf? Sounds like something a maiden aunt would say.”

“It was my maiden aunt.”

“Figures.”

“Doesn’t it?” She looked down at her hands. Even her French manicure was yellow-tipped. She looked like a freaking daisy. “It’s worse because of the whole Michael thing.” If she’d never been engaged maybe they would all just assume she didn’t want to get married.

No, that wouldn’t really help. But it would have helped her. It would have made her feel less…like a failure.

“That was, like…five years ago.”

“Six,” Kelsey said. “Six years ago.”

“I’m sort of glad it didn’t work out,” Alexa said.

“Why is that exactly? Don’t make me take back that other half of our best friends heart necklace.”

“Because he was a jackass, who was screwing another girl behind your back.”

“Kinda in front of me at the end.”

Alexa nodded. “But also, I think if you would have gotten married that long ago you would have put me in a bridesmaid dress that was even worse than the one you’re wearing now. That’s one point for marrying older. Better fashion sense, minus the Cinderella Princess complex.”


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  1. Hello! I love this! Really pacy and punchy and I’m already rooting for Kelsey. Looking forward to reading the lot and ever impressed that you’re not crushed under the boot of your workload! :0)

  2. Great excerpt Maisey, can’t wait to read the book. It must be rather dizzying to jump from one style of writing to another. I guess being a mum is a huge advantage here though, you’re already in a juggling state of mind :)

    x Christy x

  3. Thanks, Charlotte! I had a lot of fun writing it. It’s fun to just let myself go with the funny. And as for the workload…at this point, I don’t think I’d know what to do with myself if I wasn’t busy!

    Christy, thank you! So true re being a mom! I think it helps me juggle in so many areas of my life. For the most part, the books are SO different it’s easy to switch. I turn of Florence and the Machine and put on Tim McGraw and I start feeling it. Though, sometimes I have to remind myself my cowboy would NOT say that, a sheikh would, and I have to change it up. ;)

  4. Hi Maisey!

    I applaud you for writing comedy. That’s a genre that definitely takes some skillz.

    PS. Just finished Princess From the Shadows. First “adult romance” I’ve read–and I loved it :) Interesting to see how the plot developed versus how it typically develops in YA books. Happy (almost) North American release day!

  5. Brooke, well thank you! Fortunately, I still get to have some emotional moments. :) I think that’s my favorite to write! But comedy is FUN. I’m pleased to be your first Adult Romance. Let’s not tell your mom! ;) (kidding! But I can supply you with more books if you want)

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