May! Can you believe it?
Doesn't it feel like just yesterday we were popping corks on champagne, celebrating the new year?
Time certainly does fly, but...I have to admit...I'm sort of thrilled that it's May. I love this month's release in the Baby in the Boardroom series, SECOND CHANCE BABY.
Nick and Maggie were a joy to write! Not only is Nick a cool southern gentleman with a great beach house, but Maggie is a fun, funny, hardworking woman just trying to get her life back together, who returned to Ocean Palms, North Carolina to be with her dad.
She's pregant with her ex-husband'd child, which annoys Nick since he was her first husband -- they'd married as teens when she'd gotten pregnant and they were incredibly happy -- but enter Stephone Andreas. Nick's missing father. At the worst possible time, he offers Nick a five million dollar trust fund. The only catch is he has to be single. Stephone blames his womanizing ways on being married when he became rich. He wasn't able to overcome the temptations thrown at him just because he had money and he cheated on Darius's mom with Nick's mom and Cade's mom and created two other Andreas heirs. So he's offering each of his sons five million dollars BEFORE they settled down to get all that out of their systems. So if Nick wants his five mill, he's gotta be single.
Of course, Maggie overhears the lawyer and of course she doesn't want him to give up his chance at success for her...Oh, wait! The whole scene for this is on my website! It's in the What Came Before section. If you want to read the heart-tugging scene where Maggie pretends she doesn't love Nick and leaves, it's online! You can read it now at susanmeier.com. Click What Came Before.
I loved Nick and Maggie's book and I think you will too!
This month is also my husband's birthday. Can't wait to see how we celebrate that. And I'll be speaking on a panel with Nancy Martin and Jonathan Maberry at the Published Authors Luncheon at the annual Pennwriters conference in Pittsburghon May 13.
This month in the eZine, we also have Lesson 3 of THE POWER OF QUESTIONS. And I'll give you my standard reminder that there are three free workshops on the site, GOAL SETTING, 10-MINUTE SOLUTION and HOW TO ANALYZE THE BOOKS YOU READ.
I'm also posting a time-management lesson (a very short lesson) on my blog every Monday. So watch for that!
Also Coming Attractions lists the schedule of my online workshops for the rest of the year, with the reminder that I'm only giving each workshop once. So if you miss it, you miss it until next year!
There's a cat tail!
And, of course, an excerpt from SECOND CHANCE BABY.
New recipes go up periodically in the HOME COOKING section of susanmeier.com.
And there are some short stories up too. This month in the HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog, Baby Gino's story is up! If you read THE BABY PROJECT, read the happily ever after that shows Darius and Whitney interfering (ever so slightly) in Gino's romance 30 years after the book.
So visit susanmeier.com and enjoy the freebies!
Happy reading!
susan
For the Writers Among us!
Lesson 3 Your Individual Story Question or Reader Question
Right now you’re thinking that the modified core story question we did in Lesson 2 is your INDIVIDUAL STORY QUESTION. Sorry. It’s the core or heart of your story, but it’s not the question that’s going to drag readers through the book. (So for simplification purposes we’re going to call this the reader question.)
Okay. So what do I mean by a question dragging readers through the book?
Simply put, your story question/reader question is the question the reader should consistently be asking as they are reading your book.
For instance, a few years ago I wrote a book SNOWBOUND BABY, about a hero and heroine who are stuck in the cabin in the woods. The hero is a trucker, estranged from his wealthy brothers, who happened upon the stranded heroine on an icy mountain road and gets stranded himself.
He has a secret. He's got a certified check for hundreds of thousands of dollars in his backpack because he's on his way to Arkansas to pay off his brothers, who bought the mortgage on his ranch, he believes, only to show him that they are always in control. His brothers have only ever wanted to control him. He trusts no one.
The heroine is a single mom. Her ex walked out when she got pregnant because he didn't "do" daddy. But her parents had also left when she was 18. As if 18 was some sort of magic number. They'd been unhappily married almost since the day she was born, but to assure she had a good upbringing they stayed together. But the minute she graduated from high school, they split! Happily. And both sort of forgot she existed. Oh, they send birthday cards, but they behave as if they've been left out of prison, for the first time able to have the lives they want. She feels very unwanted and unloved.
So…he can't commit. He thinks family sucks.
She needs a commitment from someone. She desperately wants a family. A real family.
They are doomed. The worst kind of mismatched.
The reader question isn't what has to happen to get these two together.
Readers won't read for that. That's an author question. We ask ourselves questions like this so that we can ascertain plot points and journey steps and know what to write next.
Your reader question is designed for READERS. It's what keeps them reading. Which means you also need to know it to make sure it stays in the forefront and pulls readers through your story.
So…what were my core story question and reader story question for SNOWBOUND BABY?
Core story: How will the hero and heroine get together when he doesn’t believe in love and she desperately needs to be loved?
Reader story question: Will she have enough time to realize his real problem is that he believes he's unworthy of love and then prove to him that he is?
The book was a sort of race against the clock. Though my heroine didn't realize she was trying to show the hero the power of love, readers knew only she could. But she didn't have a lot of time. As soon as the snow plow went through after the blizzard that stranded them, he would be on the road again.
Worse, he truly didn't believe. His parents had died when he was in his teens. His older brother – barely out of high school himself – raised him. All of his examples of love were examples of either being deserted or being controlled. (Because his poor older brother didn’t know better!)
And the heroine truly was a dreamer. She believed in love like no character I’d ever written. She was actually very fun to write!
Anyway, they were attracted, but had totally opposite beliefs. So there was a tension in there. The fact that they wouldn’t be in that cabin forever came smack dab up against her desperate need to be loved and his desperate need for someone to love him and prove to him that love existed.
And that's what kept readers turning those pages. Will they have enough time together or will he leave before she can prove to him that love exists?
Even better in SNOWBOUND BABY, in the black moment, it looked as if time had run out and she'd failed.
THAT's what keeps readers reading. The very real feeling that the heroine wasn’t going to satisfactorily answer the reader question because the answer was no!
In the black moment, it truly appeared as if all was lost and there absolutely was no way they’d ever see each other again. Because though she cared enough to find out details about him (like his last name), he wouldn’t tell her his address and he never asked for hers. Because they were travelers on a road, neither one of them could assume the other’s city or town of residence.
So the bottom line to all of this is:
The reader story question is something for readers. It's what keeps them reading.
YOU need to know it to make sure that it's always on the readers' minds.
Not necessarily as an actual question that pops up in the story (though sometimes you can have the heroine think or say: Will I have enough time with this guy to show him that love can be real?) but in most cases it actually manifests as something more like a reader reaction.
For example, at the end of one chapter of SNOWBOUND BABY when the hero sees how pretty the heroine is and knows it's been too long since he's been alone with a woman -- and that he doesn't want to hurt her because she's been hurt enough -- he ducks away from trouble by going to bed early …
And I could almost hear readers collectively groaning…Oh, God! He went to bed early. They only have a weekend together! She'll never have enough time to convince him.
That's one way to keep the reader question in the forefront. Consistently make it appear that the protagonist has failed, or is failing.
I realized this during the big romantic suspense craze. The reader story question usually is: "Will the female protagonist figure out who the killer is before he kills her?"
Reading those books, my lightning-fast mind realized that the authors always had to have the READERS afraid the protagonist wasn't quite going to succeed. Either she didn't know the depth of the threat or didn't have enough of the puzzle pieces to put it all together, or had decided to follow a wrong path.
In THE TERMINATOR (one of my favorite movies and a movie, by the way, that I think is just about perfect craftwise…) the “wrong path” technique is used. But it's used very cleverly. All the Sarah Connors in town are being murdered. But the heroine doesn’t know this. When two Sarah Connors are murdered, newscasters speculate that the killer at first got the wrong woman, discovered his mistake and murdered the right one. So, thinking the threat is over, our Sarah goes to a bar. And viewers begin to get nervous. We understand that she's been led down a wrong path…but we haven't been led down the wrong path! We know Arnold has killed others! Those victims simply weren't discovered yet. We want our Sarah Connor home…no better yet, we want our Sarah at the police station where she will be safe! And sure enough, who comes into the bar? Arnold, carrying a gun. The threat we perceived as viewers was very real and but our Sarah had wrong information.
What was the reader/viewer question?
What the hell is going on here that Arnold wants all the Sarah Connors dead and will our Sarah survive?
It takes a lot of the movie to answer the first part of that question for viewers. Mostly because it’s an action movie. The whole explanation can’t be spit out at one time because they’re always running. Second, the whole explanation can’t be spit out because it’s implausible. The man from the future needs to earn some reader/viewer trust before he can fully explain.
But that question…Why the heck does the Terminator want all the Sarah Connors dead and will our Sarah escape? . . . really keeps us on the edges of our seats!
The writers of the Terminator were always aware of their reader/viewer story question. Because in every scene Arnold was after her and she just barely escaped.
So let’s run over one more example of how to do this in a romance.
In my first release for Harlequin Romance HER PREGNANCY SURPRISE the reader story question was:
Will the heroine discover the hero didn't leave her to have their baby alone because he's bad, but because he blames himself for a tragedy in his life and he doesn't trust himself, and if she does will she be able to help him get beyond his grief so he can love her?
One of the things that I have discovered about a story question for a romance is that it sometimes needs to be two-tiered. The first part of the story question pertains to the external conflict. The second part to the internal conflict.
In HER PREGNANCY SURPRISE, the hero and heroine spend a weekend together, he leaves town on business and when he comes back he forgets how "wonderful" she is. (And she is. Truly.) They had a magical weekend, but he’s such a skeptical (hurt by love) guy that he convinced himself that the weekend (and heroine) weren’t that great.
Anyway, he is her boss, so when he returns to the office and she just happens to "visit" him at about 10:00, eager to see him…he breaks up with her. Readers know he's got a problem with blame. Something happened in his past that caused him to mistrust…especially himself and his own instincts.
But the heroine, who doesn’t know his past, believes he just used her because he’s a rich guy who feels he should be allowed to do things like sleep with his employees. So she sucks it up, and leaves his office with her dignity.
But two weeks later discovers she's pregnant. Being as mired in grief and guilt as he is, when she tells him, he thinks it's a trick to get him to take her back and he really doesn’t want anything to do with her then! He FIRES her and she has the baby alone.
So after the baby is born, she doesn’t trust him. Duh. No kidding. He behaved badly. But readers know he's not bad. They know he's suffering and struggling. But she doesn't know.
So the first part of the reader story question . . .
Will the heroine discover the hero didn't leave her to have their baby alone because he's bad, but because he blames himself for a tragedy in his life and he doesn't trust himself . . .
. . .pertains to her getting beyond the "thing" that is obvious and "out there" -- External. He hurt her. She doesn't trust him. There's more to his story than meets the eye, but she’s got to get past his hurting her before she can get to the real heart of the matter.
But isn't that true of all of life? Once you get beyond superficialities when you meet someone, you learn the truth and then you make a second choice. A more informed choice. Maybe even your real choice.
If you’re writing a romance, your book's reader question should work very much the same way. Once you get past the initial layer of a character's personality, the real conflict comes into play.
Back to HER PREGNANCY SURPRISE. . .
By the time she realizes he feels responsible for a tragedy, she's had a week of living with him to get to know him and she quickly realizes that if he could have prevented the accident he would have. Finding out his internal struggle, actually frees her to love him.
But…Will it do her any good?
Not unless she can get him to forgive himself.
Thus the second half of the reader story question is born…and it is based on internal conflicts. “…and if she does [realize he’s not “bad” but tormented by something in his past] will she be able to help him get beyond his grief so he can love her?”
So in a romance, the first half of the reader story question that draws readers through the story pertains to the external struggle; the second half to the internal struggle.
To recap…
The reader story question is a question you set up at the beginning of the book. It's something readers "voice" not by saying, Gee, I wonder if she'll be able to get him to trust himself so he can love her?
But rather, they voice it as reaction…They turn the page and keep reading as they’re thinking…Oh, Gosh, his life has been terrible to this point and the heroine doesn't know! He feels so darned bad that even if he tells her, and she understands and forgives him about the pregnancy, he's never going to let go of the blame enough to love her…
A reader question is born!
If you don't know your reader story question at the beginning of your book, your book will be unfocused. That's okay for the first chapter, maybe even the second, but by chapter three readers will tire of feeling like a candle in the wind.
Not because they want to be led by the nose, but because they want to be entertained. The best way for YOU to entertain them is to know the question they are asking themselves as they read. So that you can torture them…I mean entertain them.
For your homework, I’d like for you to go to your current WIP and define the question you believe readers will be asking as they read through your book. Then I want you to decide if that’s a good question. LOL
If it isn’t, or if there is no reader question, I’d like for you to write a reader question. A good one!
susan meier
SECOND CHANCE BABY, part of the BABY IN THE BOARDROOM mini-series from Harlequin Romance
Coming Attractions
August
Journey Steps. NEORWA
http://www.neorwa.com/index.php/Workshops/Workshops
Journey Steps, Taking the Train to Somewhere Ever wonder what you’re supposed to “put” in between those four or five turning points of your story? Susan Meier’s Journey Steps, Taking the Train to Somewhere provides quick, easy solutions for any author who has ever wondered “now what?” Topics include the “magic formula” for plotting, the list of five, explanation of plot threads versus subplot and tricks for writing an “edge-of-the-seat” read. Learn to tell your story in one straight-forward paragraph that can be used for pitches! Beginners, intermediate and experienced authors will benefit from this workshop.
October Preparing for Nano for Pennwriters. (See Pennwriters.org)
Cat Tails
Our poor sweet Fluffy cat is getting up in years and what's interesting is that as he gets older he seems to associate more to my husband -- the other old man in the house -- than to my daughter. There are times when he sits on the sofa with my DH that they look like two old men sitting on rockers outside the general store! LOL
Now that's a vivid image!
Excerpt SECOND CHANCE BABY
Chapter 1
“Your ex-wife applied for the job as your assistant.”
Nick Andreas glanced up at his current assistant, soon-to-be-retired Julie Farnsworth. He’d just flown back to North Carolina after six weeks in New York City. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go to his beach house, get out of his monkey suit and take a nap on his hammock. He’d only popped into the office because he had a huge bid due to renew the government contract that was the bread and butter of his manufacturing plant. He had to get an assistant in now.
He just wasn’t sure hiring Maggie Forsythe as Julie’s replacement was the best way to go. When he had a bid due, his assistant worked with him – directly with him, at his side – ten hours a day, six days a week. No man wanted to spend that much time with his ex-wife. Not even an ex-wife he hadn’t seen in fifteen years. An ex-wife he barely remembered.
He tossed his pen to his desk. “You wouldn’t be telling me this if she wasn’t qualified.”
“She’s qualified. Over qualified in some respects.”
“And she actually applied?”
“Well, we certainly didn’t drag her in off the street.”
He laughed and leaned back in his chair. So Maggie wanted to work for him? He smiled skeptically as weird feelings assaulted him. He hadn’t thought about Maggie Forsythe in over a decade. Now, suddenly, he could vividly recall how the sun would catch her red hair and make it sparkle, her wide, happy smile, the sound of her laughter.
“Sorry if I’m finding all this a little hard to believe, but we didn’t exactly part on the best of terms. Andreas Manufacturing should be the last place she wants to work.”
His sixty-five-year-old assistant caught his gaze with serious dark eyes. “She needs the money.”
She was broke? The way he’d been when they’d met?
Memories of his childhood and teen years cascaded through his brain like water spilling from a waterfall. Maggie at six, toothless in first grade, dividing her morning snack with him before they went into the building so no one in their class would see he hadn’t brought one. Maggie at twelve, fishing with him so he and his mom could have something for supper. Maggie at fifteen, hanging out in the souvenir shop where he worked, entertaining him on long, boring afternoons before the tourist season picked up. Maggie at eighteen, swollen with his child.
A long-forgotten ache filled his chest and made him scowl. The woman he was remembering with such fondness had dropped him like a hot potato when she’d lost their baby. She hadn’t loved him. She’d only married him because he’d gotten her pregnant one reckless night. Twenty minutes after they returned from the hospital after her miscarriage, she was out the door of his mom’s house. Out of his life.
“She should have as many reservations about working with me as I have about working with her.”
“Her stepmom died while you were in New York. Rumor has it that she came home for the funeral and decided her dad needed her. She quit her job and moved back permanently but in three weeks of looking she couldn’t find work – unless she wants to commute to the city.” Julie peered at him over the rim of her glasses. “Aside from tourism, you’re the only real employer in Ocean Palms.”
He picked up his pen again. “Hire her.”
Julie gasped softly. “Really?”
“Sure. We were married as kids. Fifteen years have gone by.” He wasn’t such a selfish, self-centered oaf that he’d let someone suffer because she had the misfortune of having a history with him. He knew what it was like to have no options. He’d spent his entire childhood living hand-to-mouth. He wouldn’t ignore the person who, as a child, had shared with him, helped him, even rescued him a time or two.
Plus, if Julie said Maggie was the person for the job then she was.
Julie rose. “Okay. She’s in my office. She said she can begin today. I’ll bring her in and we can get started.”
Nick sat up in his seat. Today? He didn’t even have ten minutes to mentally prepare?
Julie walked to his office door and opened it. “Come in, Maggie.”
A true southern gentleman, Nick rose from the tall-back chair behind his huge mahogany desk. Ridiculously, he couldn’t squelch the pride that surged up in him as he took in the expensive Persian rugs that sat on the hardwood floors of his office, the lamps from China, the heavy leather sofa and chair in the conversation area, the art from the broker in New York City. He was rich, successful, and his office showed it. He’d fulfilled the promise of his youth. He had brains and skill and he’d parlayed those into wealth beyond anyone’s expectations. One look at his office would tell Maggie he wasn’t the eighteen-year-old boy she’d deserted anymore.
The click of high heels on the hardwood announced her arrival two seconds before she appeared in his doorway. Her gorgeous red hair flowed around her, but it was shaped and curled in a way that framed her face, not straight as she had worn it when they were married. Her once sparkly green eyes now held soul-searching intensity. Her full red lips rose slightly in a reluctant smile.
Just as he wasn’t the eighteen-year-old she’d left behind anymore, she didn’t look a thing like his Maggie.
He relaxed as his gaze involuntarily fell from her face to her dress. A simple red tank dress that showed off a newly acquired suntan, but also couldn’t hide her only slightly protruding stomach.
She was pregnant?
He gave her tummy a more thorough scrutiny.
She was pregnant.
And suddenly he was that eighteen-year-old boy again. Seeing his woman, the love of his life, swollen with his child. More memories washed over him. The dreams he’d had for the kind of father he would be rose up as if he’d been lost in them only yesterday. Love for her, the woman bearing his child, burst in his chest.
But this wasn’t his child. She’d lost their child.
And she didn’t love him.
Hell, he no longer loved her.
“Come in,” he said. His voice was tight with a bit of a squeak but he ignored that, motioning to the chair in front of his desk.
Maggie took a few hesitant steps inside. Now trim instead of lanky, she wore her pregnancy the same way another woman would wear a designer dress.
That was when he realized she was probably married. Happily married. Not scared and hesitant, but with no other options because her stepmom had kicked her out of the house. But happy. Having a child with the man she loved.
He swallowed the knot that formed in his throat, reminding himself that these emotions churning through him were ridiculous. He was over her. Plus, they hadn’t even seen each other in fifteen years. The feelings weren’t really feelings. They were residue. Like cobwebs that had clung to the walls of his brain and would disappear once he got to know the adult Maggie.
“Julie wants to hire you but I have a few reservations.”
He didn’t even try to stop the words that flowed from his mouth. Though he’d already told Julie to hire her, now that he saw that she was pregnant, he had some concerns. Not about the “feelings” seeing her pregnant aroused, but her ability to do the job.
She gracefully sat on the chair in front of his desk, smiled softly. “You mean because we were once married?”
He snorted a laugh, but Julie’s hand flew to her throat. “You know, I think I’ll just go get us some coffee.”
Nick said, “She can’t drink coffee,” at the same time that Maggie said, “I don’t drink coffee.”
Julie said, “Then I’ll get some coffee for myself.” She fled the room, closing the door behind her.
Nick sat back in his chair, reaching deep inside himself for the calm that was his trademark. He had to treat her as any other employee and speak accordingly.
“For the next four weeks I need to work ten-hour days.”
“Six days a week. I get that. Julie told me.”
“Can you keep up?”
“Of course, I can keep up. I’m pregnant not sick.”
The room plunged into eerie silence. Memories of the day she’d lost their baby haunted him like menacing ghosts.
As if recognizing where his thoughts had gone, Maggie sighed. “Nick, I’m fine. Really. And I need this job. If you don’t hire me I’ll have to get work in the city and commute an hour each way.”
“An hour commute might be better for a pregnant woman than racing around the plant looking for documents I need, assembling information from different departments--”
He paused to catch her gaze and when he saw green eyes sparking with fire, everything he intended to say fell out of his head. He remembered that look very well, remembered how many times it had taken them straight to bed.
“I already told you I can keep up.”
He took in a quiet breath, reminding himself that Maggie was a married woman who wanted to work for him. The last thing he needed to be thinking about was how her fiery need for independence had played out between the sheets.
“Yeah, well, maybe I want some kind of proof.”
She smiled sweetly, calmly. “In a couple of months, I’m not going to be pregnant anymore. Then you’re going to be sorry you lost the chance to hire me.”
A laugh escaped. Dear God. This really was his Maggie. Fiery one minute, serene the next. And the common sense, logical Maggie could be every bit as sexy as the impassioned one.
But she was married.
And he was a runaround now.
Having a father who’d abandoned him had made him want commitments, but Maggie leaving him had set him straight on that score. And he’d changed. He wasn’t simple Nick Roebuck anymore. The guy who hadn’t taken his father’s name. The guy who wanted commitments. A wife. Family. Nope. Nick Roebuck was gone. He was now Nick Andreas, playboy.
“Besides, my father needs me.”
Shifting in his chair, Nick blew his breath out in a gusty sigh. Who he was didn’t matter. Who she was didn’t matter. She was off limits. “I’m sorry about your stepmom.”
“Thanks.”
“I was out of town or I would have paid my respects.”
Her gaze dipped. “I know.”
“Was everything – you know – okay?” He nearly bit his tongue for his clumsiness. But what could he say? How could he ask if she and Vicki had mended fences? If they’d ever gotten beyond the fact that Vicki had favored Charlie Junior over her? If Vicki had ever forgiven Maggie for getting pregnant? If Maggie had ever forgiven Vicki for kicking her out of the house?
“It was fine.” She shrugged. “Losing someone is always hard.”
Which told him nothing. Not that it was any of his business. He scrambled for something safe to say, but the only thing he could think of was, “Yeah. My father died last January. I know how hard these things can be.”
She smiled and her eyes brightened. “Oh, so you met your father? You had a relationship?”
“Yes and no.” He tapped his fingers on the edge of his desk, tamping down the sudden, unexpected urge to tell her everything. They weren’t friends anymore. She might act like the girl he’d known and loved, but she wasn’t. And he wasn’t the love-sick boy she’d married.
Still, he couldn’t ignore her question. “I met my father but we didn’t really have a relationship. Unless you call having dinner every other year a relationship.”
“That’s too bad.” Genuine regret colored her voice. “So how’s your mom?”
He chuckled. “She’s just like a little general at the daycare. Loves the kids, but keeps them in line.”
Maggie’s laugh was quick and easy. “God I missed her.”
“We missed you.” The words slipped out and he knew why. He was getting comfortable with her. And that was wrong. If they were going to work together, he had to draw lines. Be professional.
She looked away. “No point in staying once I’d lost the baby.”
Hearing her say that now hurt almost as much as it had the day she left. “Right.”
“Before I got pregnant, we both had plans.”
“Is that what you were thinking about while I was talking to my father’s attorney?”
For years he’d wondered. What kind of coincidence could it have been that the dad who’d ignored him his entire life suddenly wanted to give him a trust fund? Had it been a gift from fate to Maggie, or a curse of fate for him?
She caught his gaze. “Yes.”
When his heart squeezed, he swore at himself inwardly for asking the stupid question. He’d already reasoned all this out in his head. Gotten beyond it. There was no point going over it again. Certainly no point rehashing it with her. Fifteen years had passed and he loved the life he’d built without her.
If they were going to work together, the past would have to be forgotten. His only goal should be to make sure she really did have the education and experience to do the job.
“So you’ve have a business degree?”
“Yes.” She shifted on the chair. Her shoulders went back. Her expression became businesslike. “But I’m not looking down on this job. I think there are a lot of ways I can help you.”
“What did you do at your last job?”
“I was an analyst for a firm that put venture capitalist groups together with struggling businesses looking for investors or a buyer.”
“Do you know much about manufacturing?”
She laughed. “Most of the businesses looking for investors or buyout are manufacturing companies.”
He tapped his pen on the desk. He needed somebody and, as Julie said, Maggie was qualified. Now he and his ex-wife would be spending ten hours a day, six days a week together.
He looked over at her just as she looked at him and the years between them melted away. Her eyes weren’t as wary as they had been when she walked in the door. Her smile was genuine.
Doubt rumbled through his soul. In the sea of women that he’d dated since he’d hit puberty, she was the only one he’d loved. It had taken almost five years to really get beyond her leaving; years before he stopped hoping every ring of the phone was her calling; years before he stopped looking for her in crowds. One five-minute conversation had already brought an avalanche of memories. This was not going to be easy.
Don't forget! The prologue for SECOND CHANCE BABY is up on susanmeier.com!
And SECOND CHANCE BABY is out now!
The BABIES IN THE BOARDROOM series completes next month with A BABY ON THE RANCH. And, believe me, it was worth the wait. :)
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Friday, April 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Susan Meier Ezine April 2011
Hey! Happy April!
There is no month I like better than April. Why? My birthday. LOL No matter that I add an extra year. I still love the day...the whole month actually.
So for me there is no better thrill than having a book out in the month I love. Especially when it's the first book in an amazing series.
Why do I call this series amazing? Well, first off, the characters just sort of appeared to me one day. And each came with a fabulous backstory. But, second, their romances were a cut above the romances I'd written before.
Darius is a wealthy bachelor, who, with the deaths of his parents about a year apart, suddenly realizes he's alone.
Except he's not really alone. He has some half-brothers. Nick and Cade. Products of affairs his father had. He doesn't like them. They only serve to force him to share his inheritance. But when they discover there's a fourth Andreas son, at the reading of the will, and this son is only six months old...and Darius gets custody...shared with his father's beautiful attorney...Well, let's just say Darius's whole world changes.
Especially when he finds out Whitney isn't just a smart, beautiful woman. She's a widow.
Whitney is so devistated by her loss that she doesn't want to come back to the land of the living, but getting custody of Gino forces her to at least pretend. Falling in love with Darius, however, will press her smack dab up against all her fears and force her to face them.
It's a wonderful story. (If I do say so myself! LOL) I'm really looking forward to hearing your thoughts after you read it.
This month, I'm posting lesson 2 of THE POWER OF QUESTIONS workshop. Follow me through the next few issues of this Ezine and you'll get the whole workshop.
Remember, there are three free workshops on susanmeier.com. Goal Setting, The 10-Minute Solution and How to Analyze the Books You Read.
I'm also posting my schedule for online classes this year and some links that will take you to short stories and "prequils" I'm posting on my website. In fact, go to the website right now and you'll find "What Happened Before" for Darius. How did he become the person you'll meet on Page 1 of THE BABY PROJECT? It's a neat way to get some information that didn't make it into the book.
There's a Cat Tail. What issue would be complete without a story about Sophie or Fluffy?
And an excerpt from THE BABY PROJECT.
So enjoy! And meet me back here next month for the next lesson in THE POWER OF QUESTIONS and some dish about SECOND CHANCE BABY!
susan
For the Writers Among Us!
Lesson Two: Core Story Question
Like it or not, every time a reader picks up a romance, she expects certain things. Every time a reader picks up a thriller, she expects other things. Every time a reader picks up a sci-fi, she expects a totally different set of things.
And how do we know what readers expect from every book in the genre or subgenre currently popular?
Because at its heart every genre and subgenre has a core story question.
Every genre or subgenre has its own "signature" question that makes a book fit that genre. It’s a marketing tool for booksellers to know how to shelve books, but more than that it's also a tool that helps an author keep his or her book focused so it not only results in a tight book. . .it also ensures a book hits its market.
Some of you are going to rebel against this because you WANT to be writing mainstream. You WANT to appeal to a broad audience.
I agree. I applaud you, but don't turn away the tool that might jumpstart your story and give it enough focus that readers will love you.
For instance. . .
In CJ Lyons’ workshop, Thrills, Chills and Spills, How to Write the Modern-Day Thriller, she says, the story question of a mystery is Who. Who done it? LOL. The protagonist works to figure out who killed the cop, who murdered the mom, who blew up the bishop. Who done it?
The story question of a thriller is how? How will your protagonist save the world (albeit his or her own personal world) from the evil villain intent on destroying it?
That’s pretty obvious stuff. But how do YOU as author use it? How can it make writing your book easier? How can it make your book better?
To answer those questions, let’s look at the movie AIR FORCE ONE with Harrison Ford.
After the plane of the president of the United States is hijacked and most of the secret service agents on board are killed, it's pretty clear that the president is going to have to save himself. So the question becomes how.
How will an aging military hero save himself when he's trapped on a plane, has no weapon, is outgunned and the villains are using his family against him?
Did you notice what I did there? I took the broad and general 'GENRE' question for a thriller (How will the protagonist save the world) and turned it into a concise story question for a specific story.
Because that's what makes your book unique. If you’re writing a thriller, the way you twist or turn or enhance YOUR version of “how will the hero save the world” is the way you make your book great, or different, or unique.
So right off the bat you need to know what genre you are writing so you know how to direct your story, but once you know that, you can manipulate the question with your story facts and make your story the best it can be.
Why is this important? Very simple. If you can write a clear, concise story question, you can show yourself (and potentially an editor) that your story fits your genre, making it marketable. Even better, as we did with the core story question for AIR FORCE ONE…you can almost “outline” your story for yourself to keep yourself on track.
Think it through. Is the AIR FORCE ONE story question not a mini-outline?
How will an aging military hero save himself when
he's trapped on a plane,
has no weapon,
is outgunned
and the villains are using his family against him?
We first hear that Harrison Ford is an aging military hero in the setup. The press is questioning his ability to do his job – President of the United States - because he’s getting up in years. He was elected as a hero. Now he’s getting old. He’s not the guy the American people elected.
Then the terrorists take over Air Force One, and he realizes he’s trapped.
But he can’t do anything because he has no weapon. So he knocks somebody out and gets a gun.
But guess what? One gun against five isn’t such good odds. (LOL)
So he stealthily “takes” the terrorists one by one.
Until he’s coming so close to having the upper hand that the terrorists tell him (over the loudspeaker) that they have his wife and daughter, more or less forcing him to give up.
That’s pretty much a summary of the plot points. And the core story question contained all that. So, the core story question created for this movie contains the highlights, or plot points, of the story.
And you can do that too. The trick is…Know your core story question for your genre, then give it life and energy with the specifics of your particular plot!
But Mystery and Thriller aren’t the only two genres. My followers are typically romance writers, so I know that lots of you write romance. So let’s breakdown the core story question for Romance. . .
The question of a romance seems to be How? How will the hero and heroine get together?
But that isn’t really a romance. You have to take that question one step further. The real question is: How will the hero and heroine get together in spite of their differences – and the intense internal conflict (incorrect core belief) that separates them?
Why did I add more to the original question? Because all romance novels have conflicts. If you didn't have that distinction in your core story question, the answer to "How will they get together?" could be that a neighbor arranges a date and they have seven more dates and, boom, they get married.
You'd still have a book, but you wouldn't have a romance novel because your story wouldn't be rich or deep in the way that today's romance novels are. So adding the conflict into the core story question reminds you that you must have a conflict that keeps your novel focused.
How about a coming-of-age story? This isn't a genre. It's a story type, but story types also have a core story question. . .For a coming-of-age story the core story question is: What will it take for the protagonist to learn his lesson and grow up?
Let's look at the coming-of-age movie Sixteen Candles. As the heroine and her family prepare for her older sister’s wedding, the heroine is bummed because it’s her birthday and nobody’s noticing. Her lesson is. . .seriously. . .LOL . . .THIS is her lesson:
You will have lots of birthdays in your lifetime but your sister (hopefully) will only have one wedding day. It's time to grow up and not be a special princess today and let your sister have her wedding day in the sun.
So the core story question is…What will it take for our heroine to realize she will have lots of birthdays in her lifetime but her sister (hopefully) will only have one wedding day, so it's time to grow up and not be a special princess today and let your sister have her wedding day in the sun?
Let’s look at the movie a little closer to prove to you that this really is the core story question (LOL!) . . .
At first we sympathize with the heroine. It's her birthday, nobody remembers. We're a tad bummed for her. But as the story progresses and everything goes wrong with her sister's wedding, we suddenly realize the heroine is sixteen, having one of many birthdays, her sister is getting married. Hopefully for the one and only time in her life! This is a more important day to her sister. And everything that can go wrong is going wrong!
Amid all the craziness of the wedding, our heroine comes up against the lesson she needs to learn several times. Instead of truly learning her lesson, she 'pretends' it doesn't matter that everyone's forgotten her; but it does. She sighs and accepts. But deep down, she still feels bad. Then finally, finally, in the end she goes beyond acceptance, to actually being happy for her sister and we realize she's grown.
The implication is that in a coming-of-age story the protagonist has to have several opportunities to 'grasp' the truth, face the truth, learn his or her lesson, and though he or she grows a little bit through every stage of the story, it takes several tries before she gets the lesson completely.
And could you, if you were writing a coming-of-age story, use those “opportunities” as plot points for your story? Couldn’t you put them into your core story question and make it very easy to focus and direct your story? Of course you could!
So your assignment for today is to figure out the core story question for your genre/subgenre/story type and then modify it to fit your story.
If you're writing a romance, mystery, thriller or coming of age, you’re in luck! We’ve done half your work!
If you’re writing something outside the examples I gave, you've got a little more work to do!
susan meier
THE BABY PROJECT, 4/11, Part of the BABY IN THE BOARDROOM mini-series from Harlequin Romance
Coming Attractions
Release of THE BABY PROJECT, April, 2011
SECOND CHANCE BABY, May 2011
BABY ON THE RANCH, June 2011
April
http://starrwa.org/on-line-workshops/
April 4 – 29, 2011: Can This Manuscript be Saved
SUSAN MEIER IS ONLY OFFERING THIS CLASS ONCE IN 2011!
Instructor: Susan Meier
Deadline to Register: April 3, 2011
Course Content: Rejected? Can’t get an agent? Can’t sell, even though your critique partners LOVE your work? Susan Meier reviews the seven most common rejection catch phrases and explains how determining whether your problem is a story, scene or word problem, a first step on the road to recovery. She’ll shares tricks-of-the-trade to finding and fixing your errors before you submit. Following the assignments at the end of each lesson, attendees will learn how to “skim-read” their manuscripts quickly, marking specific problems with post-its. Susan also demonstrates how to use a storyboard, a list of twenty and a one-paragraph blurb to create a plan of attack for fixing your book’s trouble. She can’t revise or rewrite your manuscript for you, but with her tricks you’ll not only see how to revise the book of your heart; you’ll also see how published authors are able to write four, five and even six books a year without breaking a sweat!
August
Journey Steps. NEORWA (Info not up on site yet!)
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Journey Steps, Taking the Train to Somewhere
Ever wonder what you’re supposed to “put” in between those four or five turning points of your story? Susan Meier’s Journey Steps, Taking the Train to Somewhere provides quick, easy solutions for any author who has ever wondered “now what?”
Topics include the “magic formula” for plotting, the list of five, explanation of plot threads versus subplot and tricks for writing an “edge-of-the-seat” read. Learn to tell your story in one straight-forward paragraph that can be used for pitches! Beginners, intermediate and experienced authors will benefit from this workshop.
And ... for the first time ever...In October, I will be doing a 4-week workshop for Pennwriters PREPARING FOR NANO!
Cat Tails!
Poor, sweet Sophia is sitting around the house waiting for spring. She's a hunter. She doesn't like this sitting-around-the-house stuff. Last week, the weather was exceptionally warm but there was still snow on the ground. She'd paw at the door. I'd open it and she'd see the snow and look back at me as if to say, "You have got to be kidding."
So now she doesn't paw at the door. She sits on the window sill and sighs!
Hopefully, by the time this is out, she will be too!
Excerpt
THE BABY PROJECT
Chapter 1
“The Andreas brothers have arrived.”
As the secretary’s announcement came through the speaker phone, attorney Whitney Ross turned from the window in her father’s law office. The gathering January storm clouds above the New York City skyscrapers concerned her, but the Andreas brothers’ visit would be every bit as tumultuous.
Gerard Ross pressed a button on his phone. “Tell them I need five minutes.”
He caught Whitney’s gaze, his green eyes bright with something she decided was a cross between trepidation and humor.
“You’re enjoying this.”
“Not enjoying exactly.” He grimaced, leaning his round body back in his office chair. He rhythmically tapped the blotter on his cherry wood desk. “How about if we say Stephone used his will to accomplish a few important things?”
Though Whitney had never met Stephone Andreas’s sons, Stephone had been a close friend of her father’s. He’d come to dinner at least once a month from the time she was six, and had talked about “his boys” incessantly. So she suspected she knew what was going on. The senior Andreas had always believed his three sons needed a kick in the pants and it seemed he’d finally found a way to give them one.
“You persuaded Stephone to use his will to force them to grow up.”
“This is about more than growing up. All three are smart. All three are good businessmen. Any one of them could take over the family holdings. But not one of them has a sense of loyalty or family.”
“And this is where the will comes in?”
“Yes. Stephone gave everything important to his oldest son, Darius. Whether or not that divides them for good or forces them to unite all depends on whether Darius takes the reins like a true leader and unites them.”
He rose and headed for the black leather sofa in the comfortable meeting area in the corner of his big law office. After he sat, he patted the spot beside him, indicating this is where she should sit for their upcoming meeting.
“But before I bring the brothers in, there’s something you need to know. Missy had something put in her will for you that Stephone agreed would also go into his.”
Whitney took the seat he’d offered. “Missy put something in her will for me?” She wasn’t surprised. Missy Harrington had been her roommate from the time they were freshman at university the whole way through law school. With an alcoholic mom and a dad who’d left when Missy was young, Missy had adopted Whitney’s family. For seven years, she’d shared every holiday and most of her vacations with the Rosses. Though Whitney had hardly seen her since she introduced Missy to Stephone, when they’d run off to Greece together, Whitney and Missy had a strong bond.
“She didn’t exactly leave you something. In accordance with Stephone and Missy’s wills, you and Darius got shared custody of their son.”
Her stomach squeezed. “What?”
“Okay. Look. It’s been three years since the accident that took Burn and Layla. And though I hadn’t known Missy and Stephone would die so soon when I let them put this provision in their wills, it’s still time you came back to the land of the living.” Her dad pulled a small envelope from one of the files in the stack on the coffee table. “She left this note for you.”
Her hand wrapped around the envelope and she paled.
“Stephone wanted Darius to raise their son, but Missy was adamant about you having joint custody. The Andreas brothers are rich and spoiled. And they don’t even know their father had another son. It’s anybody’s guess how they’ll react when they find out. I believe that Missy made you co-guardian to assure Gino was also in the hands of someone she trusted.”
“But I don’t know Gino either! When Missy and Stephone moved to Greece, we lost touch. I’ve never met Gino. I’ll be no better for this baby than his brother.”
He caught her hand. “You might not know Gino, but Missy knew you. She knew you had a sense of family. A sense of right and wrong. You’ve also been a mom. You’ll get to know Gino and, as young as he is, Gino will grow accustomed to you too.” He squeezed her fingers. “Besides, you need this.”
She tried to bounce off the sofa, but her dad held fast to her hand. When she faced him her eyes were blazing. “No! I don’t need this! I’m fine!”
“You’re not fine. Otherwise, getting custody of Gino wouldn’t make you angry.”
He pressed a button on the phone on the coffee table that sat in the center of the circle made by the sofa and three black leather chairs. “Cynthia, bring in Gino, please.”
Whitney’s heart stopped. Her stomach rolled. Her head spun. For the past three years, she’d avoided even being near a baby. The scent of baby powder, the feel of snuggly blankets, the sight of someone so tiny, so helpless, and so beautiful would have been her undoing. And now her father wanted her to take a baby into her home?
The side door opened and Cyndy Smith walked in carrying six-month-old Gino Andreas in a baby carrier, along with a diaper bag and duffle.
Her father squeezed her hand again. “Your mother and I have been keeping Gino during the Andreas funerals, but it’s time you took him.” He rose and accepted the baby carrier from Cyndy. “Thank you, Cyn.”
She nodded and her blonde hair bobbed. “You’re welcome, sir.”
As Cyn left the room, Whitney’s father set the carrier on the sofa, pulled Gino out and presented the dark-haired, dark-eyed baby boy to her. “He’s yours, Whitney.”
Knowing there was no arguing with her father or he’d send her back to therapy, Whitney slid the envelope into her jacket pocket and took the six-month-old with shaking hands. He immediately began to cry.
“Don’t cry, sweetie,” she crooned, automatically pressing his head to her shoulder to comfort him. “It’s okay.”
Her instinctive response to his crying amazed her, but she wasn’t surprised by the pain that sliced through her – the memories that flashed through her brain. Her daughter had been a tiny blonde with huge blue eyes. She’d rarely cried. Except when she missed her mother. She’d loved bananas and puppies. To Whitney she’d seemed the smartest baby on the face of the earth.
Tears filled her eyes. Her stomach tightened.
She couldn’t do this.
Maybe she did need more time with Dr. Miller?
But before she could say anything to her dad, the office door opened. Wearing jeans, cowboy boots and a cable knit sweater, Cade Andreas entered first. Behind him was Nick, the dark-haired, dark-eyed brother who most resembled the senior Andreas. And finally Darius. Taller than their father, but with eyes and hair as dark as his, striking in his expensive business suit, Darius was very clearly the leader of the group.
Their expressions were solemn, yet strong. Almost arrogant. The head of the Andreas family was dead. They now controlled one of the largest shipping conglomerates in the world.
Or so they thought.
She glanced at the baby in her arms. For the first time in three years she felt a swell of protectiveness only a mother could feel, and she understood why Missy had given her custody along with Darius. The Andreas men were strong. Maybe too strong. And babies needed love.
The question was did she have any left to give?
* * *
“Are you kidding me?”
Darius Andreas gaped at Gerard Ross, his deceased father’s attorney, then his daughter Whitney Ross, a tall, cool blonde with gray-blue eyes who looked nothing like her short, round father. The pair sat on the black leather sofa. The Andreas brothers sat across from them on three black leather chairs. Beside Whitney was a baby carrier and inside the carrier was a baby boy who looked to be only a few months old. His black hair and dark eyes marked him as an Andreas as clearly as Gerard Ross’s pronouncement did.
“I assure you, there’s no joke.” Gerard leaned back, getting more comfortable. “This little boy is your father’s final son. There are four of you now.”
He picked up the will and began reading again. “It is my wish that the remaining two-thirds share of Andreas Holdings be divided equally among my four sons: Darius, Cade, Nick and Gino.”
Gino.
A baby.
His final half-sibling was a baby!
Darius sucked in a breath, forcing that to sink in, but it wouldn’t. His brain had frozen. He was stunned, speechless, and working not to lose his temper over something he couldn’t change. Silent Nick and Cade appeared to be equally shell shocked.
Finally, the business sense Darius had trusted his entire life came to his rescue. “I want a DNA test.”
The smooth leather sofa sighed when Gerard sat forward. He looked down at his entwined fingers then caught Darius’s gaze. “Your father might not have married Missy Harrington, but he’s named on the birth certificate as Gino’s father. Had Missy not died with your father, you might be fighting her for the company right now.”
“I still want DNA.”
“I understand you’re surprised—“
“Surprised? How about shocked? First, our father calls us to the hospital after the accident to tell us that he gave one-third interest in the company to his first administrative assistant. So we’ll never fully own our own damned company. Then he tells us we have no sense of family and unless we pull together we’re going to lose everything he built. Then he dies. Just like that.” He snapped his fingers. “Now you’re telling us there’s a fourth brother?”
“Mr. Andreas, the very fact that you didn’t know your father had another child is proof that your sense of family leaves a bit to be desired.”
Darius nearly cursed. Who was his womanizing father to tell him that he had no sense of family? His father had abandoned his mother. Hell, Stephone had abandoned him until he was in his teens. And then he’d only appeared in Darius’s life because he wanted to assure that Darius went to a good university so he could be groomed to work for Andreas Holdings.
“For decades our father preached that we shouldn’t take family troubles to outsiders.” He rose. “Yet it looks like that’s exactly what he’s done.” He reached for the baby carrier. Now that the shock was receding, things were beginning to sink in and make sense. He didn’t really need DNA to tell him this was his brother. His father had been living with a thirty-year-old woman. It was no shock she’d gotten pregnant. Gino had all the physical markings of an Andreas. With his father’s name on the birth certificate and Gino’s name in the will, this little boy was family. And his father wanted him to care for him. So he would. Unlike his two brothers, Darius always did want their father asked.
“We’ll take our brother and go now.”
Whitney held back the carrier. “Dad?”
Gerard said, “There’s more.”
Darius just barely controlled his rising fury. “More?”
“You, Darius, get custody of Gino but you share it with Whitney.”
He turned his heated gaze on her.
Her yellow hair was probably pretty, but she had it rolled in a tight, no-nonsense bun at the back of her head. Her gray suit hid any hint of the body beneath it. He caught the gaze of her blue-gray eyes. In spite of the fact that she dressed to downplay her appearance, Darius felt a click of attraction. And it was mutual. He saw the flicker in her pretty blue orbs.
“It’s up to you how you divide Gino’s time. If you want to have him three days a week and Whitney four, or if you want to have him for two weeks a month and Whitney two, whatever you choose is up to you two. But she will vote his share at your board of directors meetings.”
This time Darius did curse. But he quickly pulled in a breath, struggling to rein in his temper, and glanced again at Whitney. The click of attraction he’d felt when he’d first looked into her eyes turned into a current of electricity that zapped between them. They were definitely attracted.
If this were any other day, any other time, any other circumstance, he would have pursued her. Peel off a few layers of clothes, take down her hair and he was just about certain he’d find paradise.
But those eyes, those pretty Persian cat eyes, told him to forget it. It didn’t matter if they were attracted to each other. They had a job to do. Raise Gino.
Together.
* * *
Whitney stayed perfectly still under Darius Andreas’s scrutiny, though warm, sweet attraction hummed through her. She ignored it. He was a gorgeous man with his dark, brooding good looks, tailored suit made to accentuate his broad shoulders and trim hips, and commanding personality. Any woman would react to him. Simply from the way his other brothers hadn’t even spoken since introductions were made, it was clear that Darius was the brother in charge. And that was very sexy.
With piercing his onyx eyes boring into hers, she suppressed a shiver. But she wasn’t worried about falling victim to the attraction. Attractions frequently grew into relationships and relationships made people vulnerable. The pain that had followed the loss of her husband had been indescribable. She’d never put herself through that again. She’d never even let herself get close. She couldn’t be attracted to Darius Andreas. She refused.
Darius squeezed his eyes shut in disgust and popped them open again. “All right. Fine.” He motioned for Whitney to follow him. “Let’s go.”
“Go?”
“If this baby’s on the board, he’s working for a living.”
Whitney’s dad laughed. “Very funny, Darius.”
“I’m not laughing. My father left the company in a sad state. There’s work to do. And nobody’s excused. Since your daughter has his vote, she’ll pull his share of the duty.”
“That’s preposterous—“
“Dad,” Whitney interrupted her father. “It’s okay. I’ve never been one to shirk my responsibilities.” She straightened her shoulders and looked Darius in the eye, accepting his challenge. If he thought he’d intimidate her on day one, he was sadly mistaken. She could handle a little work. “If everybody’s working, then I will too.”
“All right,” her dad agreed, “but before anybody leaves there’s one more thing.”
Darius turned. His dark eyes were ablaze now.
Whitney’s dad looked from Darius to Cade to Nick and back at Darius again. “With your father’s former assistant in possession of a one-third share of Andreas Holdings, and four brothers sharing the other two thirds, you don’t have to be a math scholar to know that individually none of you has controlling interest in the whole company.” He glanced from Darius to Cade to Nick again. “Your father has instructed me to allow the benefactor of the final one-third interest to remain anonymous until she decides how to handle her position. She’s in her seventies, so she may simply want to sit back and enjoy the profits. But if she decides she wants to be active in the company, you had better be united or Andreas Holdings will end up being run by somebody other than an Andreas.”
Don't forget to go to susanmeier.com to read What Came Before...The beginning of Darius's story!
There is no month I like better than April. Why? My birthday. LOL No matter that I add an extra year. I still love the day...the whole month actually.
So for me there is no better thrill than having a book out in the month I love. Especially when it's the first book in an amazing series.
Why do I call this series amazing? Well, first off, the characters just sort of appeared to me one day. And each came with a fabulous backstory. But, second, their romances were a cut above the romances I'd written before.
Darius is a wealthy bachelor, who, with the deaths of his parents about a year apart, suddenly realizes he's alone.
Except he's not really alone. He has some half-brothers. Nick and Cade. Products of affairs his father had. He doesn't like them. They only serve to force him to share his inheritance. But when they discover there's a fourth Andreas son, at the reading of the will, and this son is only six months old...and Darius gets custody...shared with his father's beautiful attorney...Well, let's just say Darius's whole world changes.
Especially when he finds out Whitney isn't just a smart, beautiful woman. She's a widow.
Whitney is so devistated by her loss that she doesn't want to come back to the land of the living, but getting custody of Gino forces her to at least pretend. Falling in love with Darius, however, will press her smack dab up against all her fears and force her to face them.
It's a wonderful story. (If I do say so myself! LOL) I'm really looking forward to hearing your thoughts after you read it.
This month, I'm posting lesson 2 of THE POWER OF QUESTIONS workshop. Follow me through the next few issues of this Ezine and you'll get the whole workshop.
Remember, there are three free workshops on susanmeier.com. Goal Setting, The 10-Minute Solution and How to Analyze the Books You Read.
I'm also posting my schedule for online classes this year and some links that will take you to short stories and "prequils" I'm posting on my website. In fact, go to the website right now and you'll find "What Happened Before" for Darius. How did he become the person you'll meet on Page 1 of THE BABY PROJECT? It's a neat way to get some information that didn't make it into the book.
There's a Cat Tail. What issue would be complete without a story about Sophie or Fluffy?
And an excerpt from THE BABY PROJECT.
So enjoy! And meet me back here next month for the next lesson in THE POWER OF QUESTIONS and some dish about SECOND CHANCE BABY!
susan
For the Writers Among Us!
Lesson Two: Core Story Question
Like it or not, every time a reader picks up a romance, she expects certain things. Every time a reader picks up a thriller, she expects other things. Every time a reader picks up a sci-fi, she expects a totally different set of things.
And how do we know what readers expect from every book in the genre or subgenre currently popular?
Because at its heart every genre and subgenre has a core story question.
Every genre or subgenre has its own "signature" question that makes a book fit that genre. It’s a marketing tool for booksellers to know how to shelve books, but more than that it's also a tool that helps an author keep his or her book focused so it not only results in a tight book. . .it also ensures a book hits its market.
Some of you are going to rebel against this because you WANT to be writing mainstream. You WANT to appeal to a broad audience.
I agree. I applaud you, but don't turn away the tool that might jumpstart your story and give it enough focus that readers will love you.
For instance. . .
In CJ Lyons’ workshop, Thrills, Chills and Spills, How to Write the Modern-Day Thriller, she says, the story question of a mystery is Who. Who done it? LOL. The protagonist works to figure out who killed the cop, who murdered the mom, who blew up the bishop. Who done it?
The story question of a thriller is how? How will your protagonist save the world (albeit his or her own personal world) from the evil villain intent on destroying it?
That’s pretty obvious stuff. But how do YOU as author use it? How can it make writing your book easier? How can it make your book better?
To answer those questions, let’s look at the movie AIR FORCE ONE with Harrison Ford.
After the plane of the president of the United States is hijacked and most of the secret service agents on board are killed, it's pretty clear that the president is going to have to save himself. So the question becomes how.
How will an aging military hero save himself when he's trapped on a plane, has no weapon, is outgunned and the villains are using his family against him?
Did you notice what I did there? I took the broad and general 'GENRE' question for a thriller (How will the protagonist save the world) and turned it into a concise story question for a specific story.
Because that's what makes your book unique. If you’re writing a thriller, the way you twist or turn or enhance YOUR version of “how will the hero save the world” is the way you make your book great, or different, or unique.
So right off the bat you need to know what genre you are writing so you know how to direct your story, but once you know that, you can manipulate the question with your story facts and make your story the best it can be.
Why is this important? Very simple. If you can write a clear, concise story question, you can show yourself (and potentially an editor) that your story fits your genre, making it marketable. Even better, as we did with the core story question for AIR FORCE ONE…you can almost “outline” your story for yourself to keep yourself on track.
Think it through. Is the AIR FORCE ONE story question not a mini-outline?
How will an aging military hero save himself when
he's trapped on a plane,
has no weapon,
is outgunned
and the villains are using his family against him?
We first hear that Harrison Ford is an aging military hero in the setup. The press is questioning his ability to do his job – President of the United States - because he’s getting up in years. He was elected as a hero. Now he’s getting old. He’s not the guy the American people elected.
Then the terrorists take over Air Force One, and he realizes he’s trapped.
But he can’t do anything because he has no weapon. So he knocks somebody out and gets a gun.
But guess what? One gun against five isn’t such good odds. (LOL)
So he stealthily “takes” the terrorists one by one.
Until he’s coming so close to having the upper hand that the terrorists tell him (over the loudspeaker) that they have his wife and daughter, more or less forcing him to give up.
That’s pretty much a summary of the plot points. And the core story question contained all that. So, the core story question created for this movie contains the highlights, or plot points, of the story.
And you can do that too. The trick is…Know your core story question for your genre, then give it life and energy with the specifics of your particular plot!
But Mystery and Thriller aren’t the only two genres. My followers are typically romance writers, so I know that lots of you write romance. So let’s breakdown the core story question for Romance. . .
The question of a romance seems to be How? How will the hero and heroine get together?
But that isn’t really a romance. You have to take that question one step further. The real question is: How will the hero and heroine get together in spite of their differences – and the intense internal conflict (incorrect core belief) that separates them?
Why did I add more to the original question? Because all romance novels have conflicts. If you didn't have that distinction in your core story question, the answer to "How will they get together?" could be that a neighbor arranges a date and they have seven more dates and, boom, they get married.
You'd still have a book, but you wouldn't have a romance novel because your story wouldn't be rich or deep in the way that today's romance novels are. So adding the conflict into the core story question reminds you that you must have a conflict that keeps your novel focused.
How about a coming-of-age story? This isn't a genre. It's a story type, but story types also have a core story question. . .For a coming-of-age story the core story question is: What will it take for the protagonist to learn his lesson and grow up?
Let's look at the coming-of-age movie Sixteen Candles. As the heroine and her family prepare for her older sister’s wedding, the heroine is bummed because it’s her birthday and nobody’s noticing. Her lesson is. . .seriously. . .LOL . . .THIS is her lesson:
You will have lots of birthdays in your lifetime but your sister (hopefully) will only have one wedding day. It's time to grow up and not be a special princess today and let your sister have her wedding day in the sun.
So the core story question is…What will it take for our heroine to realize she will have lots of birthdays in her lifetime but her sister (hopefully) will only have one wedding day, so it's time to grow up and not be a special princess today and let your sister have her wedding day in the sun?
Let’s look at the movie a little closer to prove to you that this really is the core story question (LOL!) . . .
At first we sympathize with the heroine. It's her birthday, nobody remembers. We're a tad bummed for her. But as the story progresses and everything goes wrong with her sister's wedding, we suddenly realize the heroine is sixteen, having one of many birthdays, her sister is getting married. Hopefully for the one and only time in her life! This is a more important day to her sister. And everything that can go wrong is going wrong!
Amid all the craziness of the wedding, our heroine comes up against the lesson she needs to learn several times. Instead of truly learning her lesson, she 'pretends' it doesn't matter that everyone's forgotten her; but it does. She sighs and accepts. But deep down, she still feels bad. Then finally, finally, in the end she goes beyond acceptance, to actually being happy for her sister and we realize she's grown.
The implication is that in a coming-of-age story the protagonist has to have several opportunities to 'grasp' the truth, face the truth, learn his or her lesson, and though he or she grows a little bit through every stage of the story, it takes several tries before she gets the lesson completely.
And could you, if you were writing a coming-of-age story, use those “opportunities” as plot points for your story? Couldn’t you put them into your core story question and make it very easy to focus and direct your story? Of course you could!
So your assignment for today is to figure out the core story question for your genre/subgenre/story type and then modify it to fit your story.
If you're writing a romance, mystery, thriller or coming of age, you’re in luck! We’ve done half your work!
If you’re writing something outside the examples I gave, you've got a little more work to do!
susan meier
THE BABY PROJECT, 4/11, Part of the BABY IN THE BOARDROOM mini-series from Harlequin Romance
Coming Attractions
Release of THE BABY PROJECT, April, 2011
SECOND CHANCE BABY, May 2011
BABY ON THE RANCH, June 2011
April
http://starrwa.org/on-line-workshops/
April 4 – 29, 2011: Can This Manuscript be Saved
SUSAN MEIER IS ONLY OFFERING THIS CLASS ONCE IN 2011!
Instructor: Susan Meier
Deadline to Register: April 3, 2011
Course Content: Rejected? Can’t get an agent? Can’t sell, even though your critique partners LOVE your work? Susan Meier reviews the seven most common rejection catch phrases and explains how determining whether your problem is a story, scene or word problem, a first step on the road to recovery. She’ll shares tricks-of-the-trade to finding and fixing your errors before you submit. Following the assignments at the end of each lesson, attendees will learn how to “skim-read” their manuscripts quickly, marking specific problems with post-its. Susan also demonstrates how to use a storyboard, a list of twenty and a one-paragraph blurb to create a plan of attack for fixing your book’s trouble. She can’t revise or rewrite your manuscript for you, but with her tricks you’ll not only see how to revise the book of your heart; you’ll also see how published authors are able to write four, five and even six books a year without breaking a sweat!
August
Journey Steps. NEORWA (Info not up on site yet!)
http://www.neorwa.com/index.php/Workshops/Workshops
Journey Steps, Taking the Train to Somewhere
Ever wonder what you’re supposed to “put” in between those four or five turning points of your story? Susan Meier’s Journey Steps, Taking the Train to Somewhere provides quick, easy solutions for any author who has ever wondered “now what?”
Topics include the “magic formula” for plotting, the list of five, explanation of plot threads versus subplot and tricks for writing an “edge-of-the-seat” read. Learn to tell your story in one straight-forward paragraph that can be used for pitches! Beginners, intermediate and experienced authors will benefit from this workshop.
And ... for the first time ever...In October, I will be doing a 4-week workshop for Pennwriters PREPARING FOR NANO!
Cat Tails!
Poor, sweet Sophia is sitting around the house waiting for spring. She's a hunter. She doesn't like this sitting-around-the-house stuff. Last week, the weather was exceptionally warm but there was still snow on the ground. She'd paw at the door. I'd open it and she'd see the snow and look back at me as if to say, "You have got to be kidding."
So now she doesn't paw at the door. She sits on the window sill and sighs!
Hopefully, by the time this is out, she will be too!
Excerpt
THE BABY PROJECT
Chapter 1
“The Andreas brothers have arrived.”
As the secretary’s announcement came through the speaker phone, attorney Whitney Ross turned from the window in her father’s law office. The gathering January storm clouds above the New York City skyscrapers concerned her, but the Andreas brothers’ visit would be every bit as tumultuous.
Gerard Ross pressed a button on his phone. “Tell them I need five minutes.”
He caught Whitney’s gaze, his green eyes bright with something she decided was a cross between trepidation and humor.
“You’re enjoying this.”
“Not enjoying exactly.” He grimaced, leaning his round body back in his office chair. He rhythmically tapped the blotter on his cherry wood desk. “How about if we say Stephone used his will to accomplish a few important things?”
Though Whitney had never met Stephone Andreas’s sons, Stephone had been a close friend of her father’s. He’d come to dinner at least once a month from the time she was six, and had talked about “his boys” incessantly. So she suspected she knew what was going on. The senior Andreas had always believed his three sons needed a kick in the pants and it seemed he’d finally found a way to give them one.
“You persuaded Stephone to use his will to force them to grow up.”
“This is about more than growing up. All three are smart. All three are good businessmen. Any one of them could take over the family holdings. But not one of them has a sense of loyalty or family.”
“And this is where the will comes in?”
“Yes. Stephone gave everything important to his oldest son, Darius. Whether or not that divides them for good or forces them to unite all depends on whether Darius takes the reins like a true leader and unites them.”
He rose and headed for the black leather sofa in the comfortable meeting area in the corner of his big law office. After he sat, he patted the spot beside him, indicating this is where she should sit for their upcoming meeting.
“But before I bring the brothers in, there’s something you need to know. Missy had something put in her will for you that Stephone agreed would also go into his.”
Whitney took the seat he’d offered. “Missy put something in her will for me?” She wasn’t surprised. Missy Harrington had been her roommate from the time they were freshman at university the whole way through law school. With an alcoholic mom and a dad who’d left when Missy was young, Missy had adopted Whitney’s family. For seven years, she’d shared every holiday and most of her vacations with the Rosses. Though Whitney had hardly seen her since she introduced Missy to Stephone, when they’d run off to Greece together, Whitney and Missy had a strong bond.
“She didn’t exactly leave you something. In accordance with Stephone and Missy’s wills, you and Darius got shared custody of their son.”
Her stomach squeezed. “What?”
“Okay. Look. It’s been three years since the accident that took Burn and Layla. And though I hadn’t known Missy and Stephone would die so soon when I let them put this provision in their wills, it’s still time you came back to the land of the living.” Her dad pulled a small envelope from one of the files in the stack on the coffee table. “She left this note for you.”
Her hand wrapped around the envelope and she paled.
“Stephone wanted Darius to raise their son, but Missy was adamant about you having joint custody. The Andreas brothers are rich and spoiled. And they don’t even know their father had another son. It’s anybody’s guess how they’ll react when they find out. I believe that Missy made you co-guardian to assure Gino was also in the hands of someone she trusted.”
“But I don’t know Gino either! When Missy and Stephone moved to Greece, we lost touch. I’ve never met Gino. I’ll be no better for this baby than his brother.”
He caught her hand. “You might not know Gino, but Missy knew you. She knew you had a sense of family. A sense of right and wrong. You’ve also been a mom. You’ll get to know Gino and, as young as he is, Gino will grow accustomed to you too.” He squeezed her fingers. “Besides, you need this.”
She tried to bounce off the sofa, but her dad held fast to her hand. When she faced him her eyes were blazing. “No! I don’t need this! I’m fine!”
“You’re not fine. Otherwise, getting custody of Gino wouldn’t make you angry.”
He pressed a button on the phone on the coffee table that sat in the center of the circle made by the sofa and three black leather chairs. “Cynthia, bring in Gino, please.”
Whitney’s heart stopped. Her stomach rolled. Her head spun. For the past three years, she’d avoided even being near a baby. The scent of baby powder, the feel of snuggly blankets, the sight of someone so tiny, so helpless, and so beautiful would have been her undoing. And now her father wanted her to take a baby into her home?
The side door opened and Cyndy Smith walked in carrying six-month-old Gino Andreas in a baby carrier, along with a diaper bag and duffle.
Her father squeezed her hand again. “Your mother and I have been keeping Gino during the Andreas funerals, but it’s time you took him.” He rose and accepted the baby carrier from Cyndy. “Thank you, Cyn.”
She nodded and her blonde hair bobbed. “You’re welcome, sir.”
As Cyn left the room, Whitney’s father set the carrier on the sofa, pulled Gino out and presented the dark-haired, dark-eyed baby boy to her. “He’s yours, Whitney.”
Knowing there was no arguing with her father or he’d send her back to therapy, Whitney slid the envelope into her jacket pocket and took the six-month-old with shaking hands. He immediately began to cry.
“Don’t cry, sweetie,” she crooned, automatically pressing his head to her shoulder to comfort him. “It’s okay.”
Her instinctive response to his crying amazed her, but she wasn’t surprised by the pain that sliced through her – the memories that flashed through her brain. Her daughter had been a tiny blonde with huge blue eyes. She’d rarely cried. Except when she missed her mother. She’d loved bananas and puppies. To Whitney she’d seemed the smartest baby on the face of the earth.
Tears filled her eyes. Her stomach tightened.
She couldn’t do this.
Maybe she did need more time with Dr. Miller?
But before she could say anything to her dad, the office door opened. Wearing jeans, cowboy boots and a cable knit sweater, Cade Andreas entered first. Behind him was Nick, the dark-haired, dark-eyed brother who most resembled the senior Andreas. And finally Darius. Taller than their father, but with eyes and hair as dark as his, striking in his expensive business suit, Darius was very clearly the leader of the group.
Their expressions were solemn, yet strong. Almost arrogant. The head of the Andreas family was dead. They now controlled one of the largest shipping conglomerates in the world.
Or so they thought.
She glanced at the baby in her arms. For the first time in three years she felt a swell of protectiveness only a mother could feel, and she understood why Missy had given her custody along with Darius. The Andreas men were strong. Maybe too strong. And babies needed love.
The question was did she have any left to give?
* * *
“Are you kidding me?”
Darius Andreas gaped at Gerard Ross, his deceased father’s attorney, then his daughter Whitney Ross, a tall, cool blonde with gray-blue eyes who looked nothing like her short, round father. The pair sat on the black leather sofa. The Andreas brothers sat across from them on three black leather chairs. Beside Whitney was a baby carrier and inside the carrier was a baby boy who looked to be only a few months old. His black hair and dark eyes marked him as an Andreas as clearly as Gerard Ross’s pronouncement did.
“I assure you, there’s no joke.” Gerard leaned back, getting more comfortable. “This little boy is your father’s final son. There are four of you now.”
He picked up the will and began reading again. “It is my wish that the remaining two-thirds share of Andreas Holdings be divided equally among my four sons: Darius, Cade, Nick and Gino.”
Gino.
A baby.
His final half-sibling was a baby!
Darius sucked in a breath, forcing that to sink in, but it wouldn’t. His brain had frozen. He was stunned, speechless, and working not to lose his temper over something he couldn’t change. Silent Nick and Cade appeared to be equally shell shocked.
Finally, the business sense Darius had trusted his entire life came to his rescue. “I want a DNA test.”
The smooth leather sofa sighed when Gerard sat forward. He looked down at his entwined fingers then caught Darius’s gaze. “Your father might not have married Missy Harrington, but he’s named on the birth certificate as Gino’s father. Had Missy not died with your father, you might be fighting her for the company right now.”
“I still want DNA.”
“I understand you’re surprised—“
“Surprised? How about shocked? First, our father calls us to the hospital after the accident to tell us that he gave one-third interest in the company to his first administrative assistant. So we’ll never fully own our own damned company. Then he tells us we have no sense of family and unless we pull together we’re going to lose everything he built. Then he dies. Just like that.” He snapped his fingers. “Now you’re telling us there’s a fourth brother?”
“Mr. Andreas, the very fact that you didn’t know your father had another child is proof that your sense of family leaves a bit to be desired.”
Darius nearly cursed. Who was his womanizing father to tell him that he had no sense of family? His father had abandoned his mother. Hell, Stephone had abandoned him until he was in his teens. And then he’d only appeared in Darius’s life because he wanted to assure that Darius went to a good university so he could be groomed to work for Andreas Holdings.
“For decades our father preached that we shouldn’t take family troubles to outsiders.” He rose. “Yet it looks like that’s exactly what he’s done.” He reached for the baby carrier. Now that the shock was receding, things were beginning to sink in and make sense. He didn’t really need DNA to tell him this was his brother. His father had been living with a thirty-year-old woman. It was no shock she’d gotten pregnant. Gino had all the physical markings of an Andreas. With his father’s name on the birth certificate and Gino’s name in the will, this little boy was family. And his father wanted him to care for him. So he would. Unlike his two brothers, Darius always did want their father asked.
“We’ll take our brother and go now.”
Whitney held back the carrier. “Dad?”
Gerard said, “There’s more.”
Darius just barely controlled his rising fury. “More?”
“You, Darius, get custody of Gino but you share it with Whitney.”
He turned his heated gaze on her.
Her yellow hair was probably pretty, but she had it rolled in a tight, no-nonsense bun at the back of her head. Her gray suit hid any hint of the body beneath it. He caught the gaze of her blue-gray eyes. In spite of the fact that she dressed to downplay her appearance, Darius felt a click of attraction. And it was mutual. He saw the flicker in her pretty blue orbs.
“It’s up to you how you divide Gino’s time. If you want to have him three days a week and Whitney four, or if you want to have him for two weeks a month and Whitney two, whatever you choose is up to you two. But she will vote his share at your board of directors meetings.”
This time Darius did curse. But he quickly pulled in a breath, struggling to rein in his temper, and glanced again at Whitney. The click of attraction he’d felt when he’d first looked into her eyes turned into a current of electricity that zapped between them. They were definitely attracted.
If this were any other day, any other time, any other circumstance, he would have pursued her. Peel off a few layers of clothes, take down her hair and he was just about certain he’d find paradise.
But those eyes, those pretty Persian cat eyes, told him to forget it. It didn’t matter if they were attracted to each other. They had a job to do. Raise Gino.
Together.
* * *
Whitney stayed perfectly still under Darius Andreas’s scrutiny, though warm, sweet attraction hummed through her. She ignored it. He was a gorgeous man with his dark, brooding good looks, tailored suit made to accentuate his broad shoulders and trim hips, and commanding personality. Any woman would react to him. Simply from the way his other brothers hadn’t even spoken since introductions were made, it was clear that Darius was the brother in charge. And that was very sexy.
With piercing his onyx eyes boring into hers, she suppressed a shiver. But she wasn’t worried about falling victim to the attraction. Attractions frequently grew into relationships and relationships made people vulnerable. The pain that had followed the loss of her husband had been indescribable. She’d never put herself through that again. She’d never even let herself get close. She couldn’t be attracted to Darius Andreas. She refused.
Darius squeezed his eyes shut in disgust and popped them open again. “All right. Fine.” He motioned for Whitney to follow him. “Let’s go.”
“Go?”
“If this baby’s on the board, he’s working for a living.”
Whitney’s dad laughed. “Very funny, Darius.”
“I’m not laughing. My father left the company in a sad state. There’s work to do. And nobody’s excused. Since your daughter has his vote, she’ll pull his share of the duty.”
“That’s preposterous—“
“Dad,” Whitney interrupted her father. “It’s okay. I’ve never been one to shirk my responsibilities.” She straightened her shoulders and looked Darius in the eye, accepting his challenge. If he thought he’d intimidate her on day one, he was sadly mistaken. She could handle a little work. “If everybody’s working, then I will too.”
“All right,” her dad agreed, “but before anybody leaves there’s one more thing.”
Darius turned. His dark eyes were ablaze now.
Whitney’s dad looked from Darius to Cade to Nick and back at Darius again. “With your father’s former assistant in possession of a one-third share of Andreas Holdings, and four brothers sharing the other two thirds, you don’t have to be a math scholar to know that individually none of you has controlling interest in the whole company.” He glanced from Darius to Cade to Nick again. “Your father has instructed me to allow the benefactor of the final one-third interest to remain anonymous until she decides how to handle her position. She’s in her seventies, so she may simply want to sit back and enjoy the profits. But if she decides she wants to be active in the company, you had better be united or Andreas Holdings will end up being run by somebody other than an Andreas.”
Don't forget to go to susanmeier.com to read What Came Before...The beginning of Darius's story!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
November 2010 Happy Holidays!
It's fun to be back with another edition of my ezine. Especially since exciting things are happening at susanmeier.com. I'm adding more content to my website. You won't have to wait for this ezine for excerpts! Or to read a little bit more about the characters in each of my books. Starting with A FAIRYTALE CHRISTMAS, I'm posting "What Came Before" and "Happily Ever After" segments that will show you what came before the book opened for one of the main characters and how they're doing a few years later!
There will also be a new workshop up on the site...Goal Setting! Just in time for the new year.
I'm also toying with the idea of releasing an ezine every other month. I'd like to do it every month but with my schedule I think trying out every other month might be wiser!
So what about this anthology Barbara Wallace and I wrote for Christmas? Well, I'm prejudiced, but working with Barbara was lots of fun. This is her debut story, which was very humbling for me. What fun to be out with someone who is experiencing her first book rush!
Our heroines are twins. My twin Gwen finds her true love first in A BABY BENEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE. The hero, Drew Teaberry, is a workaholic who doesn't believe in love. But single mom Gwen quickly turns into a confidante when Drew's adolescent son begins acting out, angry that he's left with his dad while his mom goes on her honeymoon.
All that would be great, but what makes this book special is that it takes place on a Christmas tree farm. And, even better, the trees are said to be magic. Legend has it that if you hold a branch and make a wish, your wish will come true.
There's a lot to wish for in the Teaberry family. There's the success of the business venture that brought Drew back to his family home. There's the longing of Drew's son, Brody, to have a place. There's the longing in Gwen's heart not to be alone.
Drew and his son become her temporary family...but can she keep them?
I think the two stories in A FAIRYTALE CHRISTMAS, will warm your heart. So grab a cup of cocoa, wrap up in a blanket and settle in for some holiday fun...and romance!
Enjoy the writing lesson that follows, along with this issue's Cat Tails, which features my favorite mouser, Sophia Maria Lolita Conchita Chequita Banana.
And for those of you who follow my workshops, a schedule is also posted below!
susan
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FOR THE WRITERS AMONG US!
This issue's lesson is Lesson One of one of my favorite workshops, THE POWER OF QUESTIONS. I'm thinking of shaking things up a bit and releasing all the lessons of this workshop in the upcoming editions. So you'll get the whole workshop!
Enjoy.
Lesson One: Questions can revolutionize your writing
Most of you are here for one of two reasons. Some of you are at the beginning of your career and you’re eager to learn everything you can. Others are trying to better yourselves or your work, or simply to take the next step.
If you’re here because you are at the beginning of your career and you’re eager to learn everything you can right now, before you take too many steps…Wow. I envy you. Learning how to use questions will make your path so much smoother!
If you’re here because you’re trying to better yourself, maybe your career has stalled, maybe your books seem to be falling flat, maybe you’re looking to take the next step…You are also in for a treat.
Learning how to use questions efficiently and effectively will revolutionize your life.
I’m not kidding.
But before we actually get into specifics, there are a few generalities about questions that you need to understand.
Every time I propose this workshop on THE POWER OF QUESTIONS, the coordinator always says, “Oh, you mean story question, right?” And I say, “No…well, yes, story question is in there, but there’s more to questions than just that one facet.”
More than anything else, learning how to ask good questions will set you up for life with a wealth of ideas.
Think it through. Does every idea you get become a book? If you’re like me, the answer is probably no. Not every idea comes full-blown. Not every idea is marketable.
But what if I were to tell you that by using a well constructed question you could just about assure that every idea you get could BECOME a great idea – not just a good idea, but a great idea? Or what if I told you that using the right question can help you take ideas you don’t think are marketable and turn them into marketable ideas?
Well, you’d probably kiss my feet! LOL
So questions can help you come up with great ideas, or turn lackluster, out-of-market ideas into great ideas.
But questions can also direct you. For instance, did you know that every type of book, genre and subgenre, has a core story question? And if you work with that core story question, you’ll not only write a tighter book; you’ll also write a more marketable book?
Did you know that YOUR BOOK should have a specific story question? Something that lures readers along?
And did you know that using scene or chapter questions can sharpen your story? Keep it from being boring? Prevent you from having purpose-less scenes?
Don’t limit your questions to the one facet of story question! Using all kinds of questions has the power to free your mind and to take your work to the next level.
So in this workshop, we’re going to take a look at all of them. Core story questions for your genre, individual story questions, scene questions and general, let’s-make-my-book-better questions! LOL But before we do that, I’d like you to take a look at your current WIP.
Do you have a story question? Is there a question in readers’ minds as they move through your story? Is there a question they want to have answered?
Do you know what the core story question is for your genre or subgenre? Is it clearly represented in your book?
After reading the first six or so scenes of your wip, can you see the scene questions?
If you answered no to any one of those, don’t worry! They may be there. You just don’t know it yet!
I realize it might be difficult to post answers to these questions, (LOL!) because they’re sort of your opinion at this point, but seriously read through at least the first six chapters of your book looking for your scene questions, your core story question, and the “story question” that should be guiding your readers along!
susan meier
A BABY BENEATH HIS CHRISTMAS TREE, Harlequin Romance, 11/10
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CAT TAILS -- Should we call you Granny Sophia?
A few weeks ago, I noticed that our sweet Sophia, who is a warrior at heart, now has two white whiskers. It wouldn't be so bad, except they are glaringly obvious in a mostly black cat.
At first she took offense when we pointed them out. "You are getting older," we reminded her, and our reward for that comment was a dead chimpmunk on the back porch. It was as if she was saying, "Old? Let's see you do that! Heck, let's see Fat Fluff do that!"
Sophia isn't going to be one of those women who ages gracefully. Or maybe she is. It appears she's decided to simply ignore her age. She still hunts. (The neighbors love that she keeps the rodent population down.) She still wrestles Fluffy who outweighs her by at least five pounds -- he is REALLY fat -- and she wins.
So maybe sweet Sophia knows the real meaning of life. Just keep going. Keep doing what you were doing. Don't let age slow you down and meaningless whisker colors upset you!
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COMING ATTRACTIONS!
Books!
I've told you a bit about A FAIRYTALE CHRISTMAS, an anthology with Barbara Wallace. An excerpt is at the end of the ezine.
But, in 2011, I have a special treat...at least it was a treat for me to write. Harlequin Romance is releasing my first 3-book series for them! BABIES IN THE BOARDROOM features 3 half-brothers, Darius, Nick and Cade Andreas. Because they have the same dad but different moms, they didn't really know about each other until the reading of their father's will where they discover there's a fourth 1/2 brother, baby Gino!
Book 1, THE BABY PROJECT, comes out in April.
Book 2, SECOND CHANCE BABY, comes out in May.
And book 3, A BABY ON THE RANCH comes out in June.
Watch for some special content to be posted on my website. There's a prologue for Nick's book, book 2 SECOND CHANCE BABY that didn't make the cut in edits, but which I know you will love. A cinnamon roll recipe that figures heavily in book 3, A BABY ON THE RANCH! And hopefully something a little special for book 1!
ONLINE WORKSHOPS
This year I'm doing things a bit differently with my online workshops. I'm only doing each workshop ONCE. I've given each group on exclusive for 2011. So if you miss it, you've missed it until 2012! So here are the four I've planned.
REMEMBER, IF YOU MISS IT, YOU MISS IT UNTIL 2012!
January:
This is the year you write that book! with Susan Meier
Dunes and Dreams RWA Chapter. Details aren't up on site yet, but I'm sure they will be soon!
http://dunesanddreams.org/writing-workshops/
Want to make 2011 the year you finally finish the novel that’s under the bed collecting dust? Or do you have a fresh, wonderful idea that you really want to see become a great book? Join Susan Meier for THIS IS THE YEAR YOU WRITE THAT BOOK and learn not only the basic crafting ins and outs of Plot, People, Polishing and Prestidigitation (tricks published authors use) but also get four lessons on the psychology of writing. The psychology of committing, drafting, pushing through the tough times and finishing. Make 2011 the year you write that book!
February
Story, Theme and Vehicle Mid Williamette Valley RWA Chapter http://www.midwillamettevalleyrwa.com/(info not up on their website yet!)
Have you ever written a book that was good, but simply didn’t seem good enough? Or one that wasn’t cohesive? Or one that should have been wonderful but seemed to fall flat? In Story, Theme and Vehicle, Susan Meier explains how knowing your book’s story type, story question, and the difference between its theme and its “vehicle” will keep your book focused. Learn the five easy steps to a synopsis and the four steps to a one-paragraph pitch.
April
http://starrwa.org/on-line-workshops/
April 4 – 29, 2011: Can This Manuscript be Saved
SUSAN MEIER IS ONLY OFFERING THIS CLASS ONCE IN 2011!
Instructor: Susan Meier
Deadline to Register: April 3, 2011
Course Content: Rejected? Can’t get an agent? Can’t sell, even though your critique partners LOVE your work? Susan Meier reviews the seven most common rejection catch phrases and explains how determining whether your problem is a story, scene or word problem, a first step on the road to recovery. She’ll shares tricks-of-the-trade to finding and fixing your errors before you submit. Following the assignments at the end of each lesson, attendees will learn how to “skim-read” their manuscripts quickly, marking specific problems with post-its. Susan also demonstrates how to use a storyboard, a list of twenty and a one-paragraph blurb to create a plan of attack for fixing your book’s trouble. She can’t revise or rewrite your manuscript for you, but with her tricks you’ll not only see how to revise the book of your heart; you’ll also see how published authors are able to write four, five and even six books a year without breaking a sweat!
August
Journey Steps. NEORWA (Info not up on site yet!)
http://www.neorwa.com/index.php/Workshops/Workshops
Journey Steps, Taking the Train to Somewhere Ever wonder what you’re supposed to “put” in between those four or five turning points of your story? Susan Meier’s Journey Steps, Taking the Train to Somewhere provides quick, easy solutions for any author who has ever wondered “now what?” Topics include the “magic formula” for plotting, the list of five, explanation of plot threads versus subplot and tricks for writing an “edge-of-the-seat” read. Learn to tell your story in one straight-forward paragraph that can be used for pitches! Beginners, intermediate and experienced authors will benefit from this workshop.
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Excerpt
Chapter 1
For as long as Gwendolyn MacKenzie could remember the old timers in the tiny town of Towering Pines, West Virginia had whispered that Teaberry Christmas Tree Farm was enchanted. The rumor was that if you touched one of the Teaberry trees while wishing, your wish would come true.
Driving up the fir-lined mountain road that took her to the farm, Gwen glanced around in amazement, understanding why the legend had formed. Majestic evergreens punched into a vast indigo sky. Fat fluffy white snowflakes pirouetted around the green pine branches, falling heavily, like frosting on sugar cookies, creating a magical world.
But when she reached Teaberry mansion, Gwen’s mouth dropped open in dismay. Two rows of tall windows with thin black shutters dominated the huge red brick home, but the shutters tilted drunkenly from age and neglect. The Teaberry family hadn’t even visited for at least a decade. It didn’t surprise her that the house was in disrepair. But she’d thought Andrew Teaberry, her new boss, would have called ahead to have the place prepared to be used. If the house was this bad on the outside, she feared it would be worse on the inside.
Still, a wisp of smoke rose from the red brick chimney, disappearing into the inky sky, proof that the caretaker, Max Peabody, had started a fire in preparation for the owner’s return. At least she and her daughter wouldn’t spend their time shivering, while they waited for Drew Teaberry to arrive.
She got out of her beat up little red car and opened the back door, reaching in to unbuckle the car seat of her three-month-old baby. When she’d gotten pregnant by a boyfriend who’d bolted the very second she told him, Gwen and her twin sister Gill had both worried that she might fall into the same trap their mom had. Ginger MacKenzie had married the man who had gotten her pregnant. But when twins were born, he’d panicked, saying one baby was difficult enough to handle, two was impossible, and he’d left town. Leaving Ginger to raise the girls alone, watching out the window, longing for him to come home.
Six months after her mom’s sudden death, finding herself in a position very close to Ginger’s, Gwen had quickly shaped up. She didn’t want to be one of those women who wasted her entire life pining after a man who didn’t want her. She stopped believing in miracles. She stopped believing wishes came true. She packed her dreamy side away. And she now only dealt in facts.
Which was why she was at this rundown old house, about to start a job as the assistant for a man she’d never met. She had to pay her own way, support a child and finish her degree. This job might be temporary, but it paid enough money that if she watched how she spent, she could keep herself and Claire through her last semester of university.
“Hey, Claire-bear,” she said, lifting the little girl and rubbing noses. Bundled in her thick pink snowsuit, with the white fur of the hood framing her face, chubby, happy Claire really did look something like a stuffed pink bear.
Using the key sent to her by Andrew Teaberry, Gwen unlocked the front door and stepped inside. A huge curving mahogany staircase greeted her and Claire. But so did cobwebs. A layer of dust coated the banister and the stairs.
“Wow. We could be in big trouble, Claire-bear.”
Walking from room to room, her dismay grew. Though the lights worked, the sinks had water and the kitchen appliances had been plugged into electrical outlets and hummed with life, the house was filthy. Drew Teaberry might have instructed the caretaker to get the utilities turned on and the furnace working, but he’d forgotten about cleaning.
Discovering a suite in the back that had probably at one time been maid’s quarters, Gwen set Claire’s baby carrier on the dusty bare mattress of the single bed but lifted it back up again. She’d arrived an hour early, hoping to make a good impression but Drew Teaberry hadn’t yet arrived. If she hurried, she could race home for a vacuum cleaner, mop, broom, soap and dust cloths, and still have time to clean this suite enough that Claire could sleep here.
Two hours later, Andrew Teaberry pulled his shiny black SUV into the circular driveway in front of his family’s old homestead and his face fell in disgust. Pressed for time on this spur-of-the moment trip, he’d thought ahead enough to hire an assistant and have the caretaker open the place, but he hadn’t considered that Teaberry mansion might not be habitable.
“So this is the fabulous Teaberry Farm.” In the passenger’s seat of the SUV, Drew’s sixteen-year-old son Brody glanced around and snorted with derision. “Looks like a rat hole to me.”
Drew nearly squeezed his eye shut in frustration. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he had to move into this old monstrosity while he negotiated the purchase of a local manufacturing company, his ex-wife decided to get remarried, forcing Drew to keep their son for the entire month of her honeymoon. So while he negotiated to buy the business of crusty old Jimmy Lane, a West Virginia entrepreneur who only wanted to sell his business to someone who lived in West Virginia, he was saddled with a sassy sixteen-year-old.
Inserting the key into the back door lock, he glanced behind him at Brody, who was so engrossed in whatever he was doing with his cell phone that he didn’t even watch where he walked. Wearing a black knit cap over his yellow hair and a thick parka that seemed to swallow him whole, Brody was the complete opposite of his dark-haired, dark-eyed, always observant dad. The kid was going to step into traffic one day.
Brushing up against one of the pine trees beside the kitchen door as he pulled the key out of the door lock, Drew prayed that they both survived this month. He pushed open the door, stepped into a kitchen that looked like something out of a horror movie and froze.
“Mr. Teaberry!” The woman standing by the dusty kitchen counter winced. “I’d say welcome home, but I’m not sure that’s exactly appropriate, given the condition of the place.”
Drew blinked at yet another surprise this morning. Unless she was Max Peabody, the caretaker, this had to be his temporary administrative assistant, Gwen MacKenzie. In their phone interview, she’d told him she had one more semester of university to finish, so he’d pictured her as being a petite blonde sprite, someone who’d look only a little older than his son. Instead, he’d hired a classically beautiful woman with thick dark hair and catlike green eyes, who was built like every man’s fantasy come to life. A bright red sweater accented her ample bosom. Dark, low riding jeans caressed her perfect bottom. Her shoulder-length hair swung gaily when she moved.
He slid his laptop to an available counter, glancing around at the nightmare of a kitchen. The oak cabinets were solid, but coated in dust, so were the kitchen table and the four chairs around it. But, like the cabinets, the furniture and the ceramic floor tiles looked to be in good shape. The house wasn’t really falling apart, just dirty.
“Good morning. Sorry we’re late. We couldn’t get on the road until hours after what we’d planned.”
She batted her hand in dismissal. “Not a problem.”
Brody pushed into the kitchen behind his dad, not caring that he’d bumped into him. “Hey, babe, thought for sure you’d have muffins and coffee waiting.”
Drew blanched at his son’s disrespect. “Not only is Gwen not our cook, but we don’t call employees babe.”
“All right. Great. No babe.” Brody pulled his sunglasses down his nose and peered over the rim at Gwen. “Sorry about that, sweetie.”
“We don’t call employees sweetie, either!” Drew said, his temperature rising. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the kid was deliberately antagonizing him. “How about an apology?”
Brody glared at his dad. “Fine. I’m sorry. Why don’t you just write a list of rules so I know what the hell I can and can’t say this next month!”
With that he stormed through the kitchen, all but knocking the swinging door off its hinges as he punched through it.
Though Drew knew he should go after him, he had no idea what to say to this new version of Brody. That was part of the problem. Sixteen years ago, when his ex had moved herself and their son to Colorado, two thousand miles away from Drew, he’d protested. But in the end she hadn’t budged and his visits with Brody became something like two-week vacations spent on tropical islands or ski resorts.
They’d always gotten along well. Until this trip. Now, Brody was suddenly obnoxious. Drew had absolutely no idea what the heck was he going to do with him for the entire month of December. One-on-one in a house so far out in the country that it didn’t get cable, they were going to be miserable. Especially since Drew wasn’t even sure when or why Brody had turned into such a mouthy kid or where to start with discipline.
He did, however, know exactly what to say to an embarrassed employee. He turned to Gwen. “I apologize for my son’s behavior.”
“Not a big deal,” she said with a laugh. “He’s what? Fifteen? Sixteen? He’s testing the water. All kids do it.”
A steamroller of relief rumbled through Drew. At least the relationship with his temporary administrative assistant would be normal. Then she smiled at him, her pretty green eyes shining, her full lips winging upward, and everything male inside of Drew responded. Her thick, shiny dark hair framed a heart-shaped face with bright eyes, a pert nose and generous lips made for kissing.
Involuntarily, his gaze swept down the red sweater and tight jeans. He rarely went out and, when he did, the women he dated were nothing like Gwen. They were tall, cool blondes. Sophisticates. Models. Starlets. But there was no denying that this gorgeous brunette ignited a spark inside him, made him wonder what it would be like to kiss her--
He groaned inwardly. He wanted a normal working relationship with this woman! Plus, even if he was the kind to dabble in affairs, she was too young for him and an employee. If those weren’t enough, he had responsibilities as the Chairman of the Board of his grandfather’s conglomerate. The pressure of holding the top position in a global company left him no time for anything but work. That was why he’d only spent vacations with Brody. Why Brody had had time to change without Drew even realizing. Why he had to figure out how he’d handle him for the four long weeks in December.
“I think I’ll grab Brody and get our bags.”
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There will also be a new workshop up on the site...Goal Setting! Just in time for the new year.
I'm also toying with the idea of releasing an ezine every other month. I'd like to do it every month but with my schedule I think trying out every other month might be wiser!
So what about this anthology Barbara Wallace and I wrote for Christmas? Well, I'm prejudiced, but working with Barbara was lots of fun. This is her debut story, which was very humbling for me. What fun to be out with someone who is experiencing her first book rush!
Our heroines are twins. My twin Gwen finds her true love first in A BABY BENEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE. The hero, Drew Teaberry, is a workaholic who doesn't believe in love. But single mom Gwen quickly turns into a confidante when Drew's adolescent son begins acting out, angry that he's left with his dad while his mom goes on her honeymoon.
All that would be great, but what makes this book special is that it takes place on a Christmas tree farm. And, even better, the trees are said to be magic. Legend has it that if you hold a branch and make a wish, your wish will come true.
There's a lot to wish for in the Teaberry family. There's the success of the business venture that brought Drew back to his family home. There's the longing of Drew's son, Brody, to have a place. There's the longing in Gwen's heart not to be alone.
Drew and his son become her temporary family...but can she keep them?
I think the two stories in A FAIRYTALE CHRISTMAS, will warm your heart. So grab a cup of cocoa, wrap up in a blanket and settle in for some holiday fun...and romance!
Enjoy the writing lesson that follows, along with this issue's Cat Tails, which features my favorite mouser, Sophia Maria Lolita Conchita Chequita Banana.
And for those of you who follow my workshops, a schedule is also posted below!
susan
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FOR THE WRITERS AMONG US!
This issue's lesson is Lesson One of one of my favorite workshops, THE POWER OF QUESTIONS. I'm thinking of shaking things up a bit and releasing all the lessons of this workshop in the upcoming editions. So you'll get the whole workshop!
Enjoy.
Lesson One: Questions can revolutionize your writing
Most of you are here for one of two reasons. Some of you are at the beginning of your career and you’re eager to learn everything you can. Others are trying to better yourselves or your work, or simply to take the next step.
If you’re here because you are at the beginning of your career and you’re eager to learn everything you can right now, before you take too many steps…Wow. I envy you. Learning how to use questions will make your path so much smoother!
If you’re here because you’re trying to better yourself, maybe your career has stalled, maybe your books seem to be falling flat, maybe you’re looking to take the next step…You are also in for a treat.
Learning how to use questions efficiently and effectively will revolutionize your life.
I’m not kidding.
But before we actually get into specifics, there are a few generalities about questions that you need to understand.
Every time I propose this workshop on THE POWER OF QUESTIONS, the coordinator always says, “Oh, you mean story question, right?” And I say, “No…well, yes, story question is in there, but there’s more to questions than just that one facet.”
More than anything else, learning how to ask good questions will set you up for life with a wealth of ideas.
Think it through. Does every idea you get become a book? If you’re like me, the answer is probably no. Not every idea comes full-blown. Not every idea is marketable.
But what if I were to tell you that by using a well constructed question you could just about assure that every idea you get could BECOME a great idea – not just a good idea, but a great idea? Or what if I told you that using the right question can help you take ideas you don’t think are marketable and turn them into marketable ideas?
Well, you’d probably kiss my feet! LOL
So questions can help you come up with great ideas, or turn lackluster, out-of-market ideas into great ideas.
But questions can also direct you. For instance, did you know that every type of book, genre and subgenre, has a core story question? And if you work with that core story question, you’ll not only write a tighter book; you’ll also write a more marketable book?
Did you know that YOUR BOOK should have a specific story question? Something that lures readers along?
And did you know that using scene or chapter questions can sharpen your story? Keep it from being boring? Prevent you from having purpose-less scenes?
Don’t limit your questions to the one facet of story question! Using all kinds of questions has the power to free your mind and to take your work to the next level.
So in this workshop, we’re going to take a look at all of them. Core story questions for your genre, individual story questions, scene questions and general, let’s-make-my-book-better questions! LOL But before we do that, I’d like you to take a look at your current WIP.
Do you have a story question? Is there a question in readers’ minds as they move through your story? Is there a question they want to have answered?
Do you know what the core story question is for your genre or subgenre? Is it clearly represented in your book?
After reading the first six or so scenes of your wip, can you see the scene questions?
If you answered no to any one of those, don’t worry! They may be there. You just don’t know it yet!
I realize it might be difficult to post answers to these questions, (LOL!) because they’re sort of your opinion at this point, but seriously read through at least the first six chapters of your book looking for your scene questions, your core story question, and the “story question” that should be guiding your readers along!
susan meier
A BABY BENEATH HIS CHRISTMAS TREE, Harlequin Romance, 11/10
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CAT TAILS -- Should we call you Granny Sophia?
A few weeks ago, I noticed that our sweet Sophia, who is a warrior at heart, now has two white whiskers. It wouldn't be so bad, except they are glaringly obvious in a mostly black cat.
At first she took offense when we pointed them out. "You are getting older," we reminded her, and our reward for that comment was a dead chimpmunk on the back porch. It was as if she was saying, "Old? Let's see you do that! Heck, let's see Fat Fluff do that!"
Sophia isn't going to be one of those women who ages gracefully. Or maybe she is. It appears she's decided to simply ignore her age. She still hunts. (The neighbors love that she keeps the rodent population down.) She still wrestles Fluffy who outweighs her by at least five pounds -- he is REALLY fat -- and she wins.
So maybe sweet Sophia knows the real meaning of life. Just keep going. Keep doing what you were doing. Don't let age slow you down and meaningless whisker colors upset you!
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COMING ATTRACTIONS!
Books!
I've told you a bit about A FAIRYTALE CHRISTMAS, an anthology with Barbara Wallace. An excerpt is at the end of the ezine.
But, in 2011, I have a special treat...at least it was a treat for me to write. Harlequin Romance is releasing my first 3-book series for them! BABIES IN THE BOARDROOM features 3 half-brothers, Darius, Nick and Cade Andreas. Because they have the same dad but different moms, they didn't really know about each other until the reading of their father's will where they discover there's a fourth 1/2 brother, baby Gino!
Book 1, THE BABY PROJECT, comes out in April.
Book 2, SECOND CHANCE BABY, comes out in May.
And book 3, A BABY ON THE RANCH comes out in June.
Watch for some special content to be posted on my website. There's a prologue for Nick's book, book 2 SECOND CHANCE BABY that didn't make the cut in edits, but which I know you will love. A cinnamon roll recipe that figures heavily in book 3, A BABY ON THE RANCH! And hopefully something a little special for book 1!
ONLINE WORKSHOPS
This year I'm doing things a bit differently with my online workshops. I'm only doing each workshop ONCE. I've given each group on exclusive for 2011. So if you miss it, you've missed it until 2012! So here are the four I've planned.
REMEMBER, IF YOU MISS IT, YOU MISS IT UNTIL 2012!
January:
This is the year you write that book! with Susan Meier
Dunes and Dreams RWA Chapter. Details aren't up on site yet, but I'm sure they will be soon!
http://dunesanddreams.org/writing-workshops/
Want to make 2011 the year you finally finish the novel that’s under the bed collecting dust? Or do you have a fresh, wonderful idea that you really want to see become a great book? Join Susan Meier for THIS IS THE YEAR YOU WRITE THAT BOOK and learn not only the basic crafting ins and outs of Plot, People, Polishing and Prestidigitation (tricks published authors use) but also get four lessons on the psychology of writing. The psychology of committing, drafting, pushing through the tough times and finishing. Make 2011 the year you write that book!
February
Story, Theme and Vehicle Mid Williamette Valley RWA Chapter http://www.midwillamettevalleyrwa.com/(info not up on their website yet!)
Have you ever written a book that was good, but simply didn’t seem good enough? Or one that wasn’t cohesive? Or one that should have been wonderful but seemed to fall flat? In Story, Theme and Vehicle, Susan Meier explains how knowing your book’s story type, story question, and the difference between its theme and its “vehicle” will keep your book focused. Learn the five easy steps to a synopsis and the four steps to a one-paragraph pitch.
April
http://starrwa.org/on-line-workshops/
April 4 – 29, 2011: Can This Manuscript be Saved
SUSAN MEIER IS ONLY OFFERING THIS CLASS ONCE IN 2011!
Instructor: Susan Meier
Deadline to Register: April 3, 2011
Course Content: Rejected? Can’t get an agent? Can’t sell, even though your critique partners LOVE your work? Susan Meier reviews the seven most common rejection catch phrases and explains how determining whether your problem is a story, scene or word problem, a first step on the road to recovery. She’ll shares tricks-of-the-trade to finding and fixing your errors before you submit. Following the assignments at the end of each lesson, attendees will learn how to “skim-read” their manuscripts quickly, marking specific problems with post-its. Susan also demonstrates how to use a storyboard, a list of twenty and a one-paragraph blurb to create a plan of attack for fixing your book’s trouble. She can’t revise or rewrite your manuscript for you, but with her tricks you’ll not only see how to revise the book of your heart; you’ll also see how published authors are able to write four, five and even six books a year without breaking a sweat!
August
Journey Steps. NEORWA (Info not up on site yet!)
http://www.neorwa.com/index.php/Workshops/Workshops
Journey Steps, Taking the Train to Somewhere Ever wonder what you’re supposed to “put” in between those four or five turning points of your story? Susan Meier’s Journey Steps, Taking the Train to Somewhere provides quick, easy solutions for any author who has ever wondered “now what?” Topics include the “magic formula” for plotting, the list of five, explanation of plot threads versus subplot and tricks for writing an “edge-of-the-seat” read. Learn to tell your story in one straight-forward paragraph that can be used for pitches! Beginners, intermediate and experienced authors will benefit from this workshop.
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Excerpt
Chapter 1
For as long as Gwendolyn MacKenzie could remember the old timers in the tiny town of Towering Pines, West Virginia had whispered that Teaberry Christmas Tree Farm was enchanted. The rumor was that if you touched one of the Teaberry trees while wishing, your wish would come true.
Driving up the fir-lined mountain road that took her to the farm, Gwen glanced around in amazement, understanding why the legend had formed. Majestic evergreens punched into a vast indigo sky. Fat fluffy white snowflakes pirouetted around the green pine branches, falling heavily, like frosting on sugar cookies, creating a magical world.
But when she reached Teaberry mansion, Gwen’s mouth dropped open in dismay. Two rows of tall windows with thin black shutters dominated the huge red brick home, but the shutters tilted drunkenly from age and neglect. The Teaberry family hadn’t even visited for at least a decade. It didn’t surprise her that the house was in disrepair. But she’d thought Andrew Teaberry, her new boss, would have called ahead to have the place prepared to be used. If the house was this bad on the outside, she feared it would be worse on the inside.
Still, a wisp of smoke rose from the red brick chimney, disappearing into the inky sky, proof that the caretaker, Max Peabody, had started a fire in preparation for the owner’s return. At least she and her daughter wouldn’t spend their time shivering, while they waited for Drew Teaberry to arrive.
She got out of her beat up little red car and opened the back door, reaching in to unbuckle the car seat of her three-month-old baby. When she’d gotten pregnant by a boyfriend who’d bolted the very second she told him, Gwen and her twin sister Gill had both worried that she might fall into the same trap their mom had. Ginger MacKenzie had married the man who had gotten her pregnant. But when twins were born, he’d panicked, saying one baby was difficult enough to handle, two was impossible, and he’d left town. Leaving Ginger to raise the girls alone, watching out the window, longing for him to come home.
Six months after her mom’s sudden death, finding herself in a position very close to Ginger’s, Gwen had quickly shaped up. She didn’t want to be one of those women who wasted her entire life pining after a man who didn’t want her. She stopped believing in miracles. She stopped believing wishes came true. She packed her dreamy side away. And she now only dealt in facts.
Which was why she was at this rundown old house, about to start a job as the assistant for a man she’d never met. She had to pay her own way, support a child and finish her degree. This job might be temporary, but it paid enough money that if she watched how she spent, she could keep herself and Claire through her last semester of university.
“Hey, Claire-bear,” she said, lifting the little girl and rubbing noses. Bundled in her thick pink snowsuit, with the white fur of the hood framing her face, chubby, happy Claire really did look something like a stuffed pink bear.
Using the key sent to her by Andrew Teaberry, Gwen unlocked the front door and stepped inside. A huge curving mahogany staircase greeted her and Claire. But so did cobwebs. A layer of dust coated the banister and the stairs.
“Wow. We could be in big trouble, Claire-bear.”
Walking from room to room, her dismay grew. Though the lights worked, the sinks had water and the kitchen appliances had been plugged into electrical outlets and hummed with life, the house was filthy. Drew Teaberry might have instructed the caretaker to get the utilities turned on and the furnace working, but he’d forgotten about cleaning.
Discovering a suite in the back that had probably at one time been maid’s quarters, Gwen set Claire’s baby carrier on the dusty bare mattress of the single bed but lifted it back up again. She’d arrived an hour early, hoping to make a good impression but Drew Teaberry hadn’t yet arrived. If she hurried, she could race home for a vacuum cleaner, mop, broom, soap and dust cloths, and still have time to clean this suite enough that Claire could sleep here.
Two hours later, Andrew Teaberry pulled his shiny black SUV into the circular driveway in front of his family’s old homestead and his face fell in disgust. Pressed for time on this spur-of-the moment trip, he’d thought ahead enough to hire an assistant and have the caretaker open the place, but he hadn’t considered that Teaberry mansion might not be habitable.
“So this is the fabulous Teaberry Farm.” In the passenger’s seat of the SUV, Drew’s sixteen-year-old son Brody glanced around and snorted with derision. “Looks like a rat hole to me.”
Drew nearly squeezed his eye shut in frustration. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he had to move into this old monstrosity while he negotiated the purchase of a local manufacturing company, his ex-wife decided to get remarried, forcing Drew to keep their son for the entire month of her honeymoon. So while he negotiated to buy the business of crusty old Jimmy Lane, a West Virginia entrepreneur who only wanted to sell his business to someone who lived in West Virginia, he was saddled with a sassy sixteen-year-old.
Inserting the key into the back door lock, he glanced behind him at Brody, who was so engrossed in whatever he was doing with his cell phone that he didn’t even watch where he walked. Wearing a black knit cap over his yellow hair and a thick parka that seemed to swallow him whole, Brody was the complete opposite of his dark-haired, dark-eyed, always observant dad. The kid was going to step into traffic one day.
Brushing up against one of the pine trees beside the kitchen door as he pulled the key out of the door lock, Drew prayed that they both survived this month. He pushed open the door, stepped into a kitchen that looked like something out of a horror movie and froze.
“Mr. Teaberry!” The woman standing by the dusty kitchen counter winced. “I’d say welcome home, but I’m not sure that’s exactly appropriate, given the condition of the place.”
Drew blinked at yet another surprise this morning. Unless she was Max Peabody, the caretaker, this had to be his temporary administrative assistant, Gwen MacKenzie. In their phone interview, she’d told him she had one more semester of university to finish, so he’d pictured her as being a petite blonde sprite, someone who’d look only a little older than his son. Instead, he’d hired a classically beautiful woman with thick dark hair and catlike green eyes, who was built like every man’s fantasy come to life. A bright red sweater accented her ample bosom. Dark, low riding jeans caressed her perfect bottom. Her shoulder-length hair swung gaily when she moved.
He slid his laptop to an available counter, glancing around at the nightmare of a kitchen. The oak cabinets were solid, but coated in dust, so were the kitchen table and the four chairs around it. But, like the cabinets, the furniture and the ceramic floor tiles looked to be in good shape. The house wasn’t really falling apart, just dirty.
“Good morning. Sorry we’re late. We couldn’t get on the road until hours after what we’d planned.”
She batted her hand in dismissal. “Not a problem.”
Brody pushed into the kitchen behind his dad, not caring that he’d bumped into him. “Hey, babe, thought for sure you’d have muffins and coffee waiting.”
Drew blanched at his son’s disrespect. “Not only is Gwen not our cook, but we don’t call employees babe.”
“All right. Great. No babe.” Brody pulled his sunglasses down his nose and peered over the rim at Gwen. “Sorry about that, sweetie.”
“We don’t call employees sweetie, either!” Drew said, his temperature rising. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the kid was deliberately antagonizing him. “How about an apology?”
Brody glared at his dad. “Fine. I’m sorry. Why don’t you just write a list of rules so I know what the hell I can and can’t say this next month!”
With that he stormed through the kitchen, all but knocking the swinging door off its hinges as he punched through it.
Though Drew knew he should go after him, he had no idea what to say to this new version of Brody. That was part of the problem. Sixteen years ago, when his ex had moved herself and their son to Colorado, two thousand miles away from Drew, he’d protested. But in the end she hadn’t budged and his visits with Brody became something like two-week vacations spent on tropical islands or ski resorts.
They’d always gotten along well. Until this trip. Now, Brody was suddenly obnoxious. Drew had absolutely no idea what the heck was he going to do with him for the entire month of December. One-on-one in a house so far out in the country that it didn’t get cable, they were going to be miserable. Especially since Drew wasn’t even sure when or why Brody had turned into such a mouthy kid or where to start with discipline.
He did, however, know exactly what to say to an embarrassed employee. He turned to Gwen. “I apologize for my son’s behavior.”
“Not a big deal,” she said with a laugh. “He’s what? Fifteen? Sixteen? He’s testing the water. All kids do it.”
A steamroller of relief rumbled through Drew. At least the relationship with his temporary administrative assistant would be normal. Then she smiled at him, her pretty green eyes shining, her full lips winging upward, and everything male inside of Drew responded. Her thick, shiny dark hair framed a heart-shaped face with bright eyes, a pert nose and generous lips made for kissing.
Involuntarily, his gaze swept down the red sweater and tight jeans. He rarely went out and, when he did, the women he dated were nothing like Gwen. They were tall, cool blondes. Sophisticates. Models. Starlets. But there was no denying that this gorgeous brunette ignited a spark inside him, made him wonder what it would be like to kiss her--
He groaned inwardly. He wanted a normal working relationship with this woman! Plus, even if he was the kind to dabble in affairs, she was too young for him and an employee. If those weren’t enough, he had responsibilities as the Chairman of the Board of his grandfather’s conglomerate. The pressure of holding the top position in a global company left him no time for anything but work. That was why he’d only spent vacations with Brody. Why Brody had had time to change without Drew even realizing. Why he had to figure out how he’d handle him for the four long weeks in December.
“I think I’ll grab Brody and get our bags.”
***
Monday, July 12, 2010
Summer 2010!
This summer I'm thrilled to be releasing a Duet from Harlequin. MAID FOR THE MILLIONAIRE is available in July and MAID FOR THE SINGLE DAD is available in August!

I can't even begin to tell you how much I loved these two stories. I started off with a heroine, Liz Harper, who had run away (with her mom and sisters) from an abusive father. She'd married the perfect guy, Cain Nestor, but never told him about her past. Three weeks after they eloped, his brother was killed in an automobile accident and he fell into a deep depression. She stayed with him for three long years but when she miscarried their first child, she knew she needed support he couldn't give and she left him.
Fast forward three years. Cain is filthy rich (because all he does is work) and Liz owns her own house cleaning service. She's still in the beginning stages of her company, so she still does eight hours of cleaning every day. And who does she walk in on in his underwear? Her ex. His assistant had hired Liz to work for "the CEO of Cain Corporation" so she had no idea she was accepting a job to work with her ex.
The story is funny, yet gut wrenching, because she never told him about her past or the miscarriage and she has to face a lot of demons. But so does Cain. He knows he let her down. He loved her, but he let her down. If any two characters ever deserved a happy ending, it's these two.
Unless it's Mac Carmichael and Ellie Swanson. Ellie has such a honed sixth sense about people that her friends call her Magic. She was abused by a former boyfriend and met Liz when she ran to a charity Liz supports that helps abused women with kids. The charity couldn't help childless Ellie, so Liz took her in herself. Now, they're best friends and Ellie is Liz's second in command.

So when Liz goes on her honeymoon with Cain, Liz takes over Happy Maids and meets Mac. Because he's a business associate of Cain's, someone Cain has been trying to woo for a decade, Liz knows she can't disappoint Mac. She agrees to take the job at his house before he explains she'll also have to be a nanny to his two kids.
With the help of Cain's silly administrative assistant, Ava, Ellie not only manages to run Happy Maids, she also becomes a nanny for Mac's kids. Seeing Ellie with his kids, Mac realizes how special she is. But she's damaged and his life as a member of one of the richest families in the United States is anything but easy.
I hope you enjoy these books as much as I enjoyed writing them...And I hope you enjoy your summer. Take a book to the beach! And enjoy the rest of the ezine! I've posted a great lesson for the writers among us. Cat Tails this month focuses on my daughter's cat, Fluffy! And an excerpt from the first chapter of MAID FOR THE MILLIONAIRE is posted at the end.
Enjoy!
susan
***
Writing Tip
Journey Steps: Creating a Compelling Story (Or as I like to say. . .Taking the Train To Somewhere) is one of my most popular workshops. So I thought those of you who haven't taken it would enjoy the first lesson!
Lesson One: What are Journey Steps?
Lots of speakers, writers and pundits define plot points as four or five major events of your story, pivotal points, points of change or twists that take the story in a different direction. High points of the story.
Couldn't agree more. But when I would sit down to write a book, I'd come up with four or five 'high points' and have no idea what to put in between those high points. So I dug deeper and that's when I discovered 'Journey Steps.' Actually, I might have made them up. But they work, so you might want to try them too.
What are Journey Steps?
In Susan Meier World -- which is a little bit like a theme park but you have to 'work' on the rides -- Journey Steps are the steps it takes your main character (protagonist) to get from who he or she is at the opening of the book -- the inciting incident, the terrible trouble, the day/moment everything changed -- to who he or she is at the resolution of the trouble and the satisfying conclusion.
Note that I don't say it's all the steps from one plot point to another. . . though I could. I'd rather see the big picture of a story. The journey. And not put so much emphasis on those four or five points. Though obviously plot points do shake things up on the journey, they are still 'steps' and if I don't make a big deal out of them (LOL) I see my whole story unfolding as 'steps.' Plot points being more important steps, but still steps . . .
And steps are action, and action breeds a reaction and reaction breed decision, which always breed action, which breeds a reaction, which breeds a decision and on and on and on.
When I discovered this action/reaction/decision sequence in books by Jack Bickham and Dwight Swain, I started calling the sequence a magic formula for plotting because it is. If you follow action/reaction and decision, you can not only tell a story, you can tell it in a tight, focused way.
Which should be all of our goal!
But even when I figured all this stuff out, I still had a bit of trouble with my books. That’s when I discovered Story, Scene and Word.
Good grief! What the heck is Story, Scene and Word?
Story, Scene and Word are actually the three levels on which we write. If you want to write a good novel, you must be able to come up with a story, manifest that story through scenes and be able to build those scenes using words.
Coming up with a story, creating scenes and using words well are three distinct and definitely different skills, by the way. Right now, some of you are probably very good with coming up with stories, but you’re having trouble turning them into books because you might not be as good at dividing your stories into scenes. Or maybe you can write great scenes, but your “stories” aren’t as strong as they need to be. This might be what’s keeping your from publication, or slowing down your process.
For the purposes of understanding journey steps, words don't concern us. But scenes sure as heck do. Why? Because the basis of every scene should be a journey step. But even scenes don't yet concern us because before you can come up with scenes that manifest your story, you actually have to have a story.
Lots of people groan at that, but you have to know your story. For the pantsers among us, you don't have to get fancy and/or specific and do an outline that ruins your fun. In fact, the less fancy or specific you are the better. Having a one sentence or one paragraph description of your story is enough to begin figuring out journey steps. From there you can write each scene individually and come up with your journey steps as you go along. So your pantser fun isn't ruined!
But you have to know at least the bare bones of your story to come up with the "correct" first journey step. The important one that starts the book.
Okay, so what does a one-line or one-paragraph story description look like?
How about this: In my romantic suspense novel, the hero and heroine must catch a killer but she's already been arrested for the crime and he's the DA prosecuting her.
Short, succinct, no fun spoiling, but enough to come up with a great opening scene.
Here's another: Driving home from Vegas, where the heroine ran when she realized she didn't want to marry her fiancé, the hero and heroine are incredibly attracted. But in this SEXY CATEGORY ROMANCE, the hero won't do anything about the attraction because the heroine's ex-fiancé is his BOSS.
(By the way, I call this a story summary. Couldn't write a book without one!)
Once you have your one-paragraph or one-sentence idea, the "steps" or journey steps, are the way you tell that story. And basically you illustrate those "steps" in scenes.
Okay. You now know that in order to figure out your journey steps, you need to know your story -- at least the bare-bones idea. So, I'd like you to see if you can condense your story down to one line or one short, succinct paragraph that tells the kind of story it is (that’s why I “capped” the sexy category romance…to show you it doesn’t have to go at the beginning, though it can) and the overall GMC.
How do you do that?
Well, first...you never want to say the words 'The hero's goal is' or 'The Heroine's motivation is'. You want them to blend seamlessly into your sentence.
Remember our example? In my romantic suspense, the hero and heroine must catch a killer but she's already been arrested for the crime and he's the DA prosecuting her?
Do you know what their goal is? Yes, to catch a killer.
Do you know what their motivation is? Yes. . .They're trying to save her. Well, she's trying to save herself. He's trying to make sure the right person is prosecuted for the crime.
Do you know what their conflict is? Sure. They are on opposite sides of a battle for one. But also, they're running against the clock. So, they can't be attracted because of being on opposite ends of a battle. He WILL prosecute her if the evidence turns him in that direction. AND they don't have a lot of time.
Do you see how I took all that "stuff" and turned it into one sentence?
THAT'S what you need to do with your book!
That's your assignment. Rather than just read this post, try to put your book's concept into one sentence! You will be thrilled with what you will learn from this experiment!
***
Coming Attractions
I'm blogging
July 13 Cataromance
July 14 eHarlequin
July 20 Pink Heart Society
July 23 Tawney Webber
August 6 Heroines with Heart
August 11 Writing with the Top Down
August 11 eharlequin
August 26 Pink Heart Society
WORKSHOP in August:
STORY THEME AND VEHICLE writersonline.com
This is a great workshop. We really get down and dirty with figuring out your idea, seeing if you have enough for a story, and pulling it all together.
I haven't given it often. Maybe twice. So it's some fresh material for those of you who follow my workshops!
What you missed...
If you haven't been reading the Susan Meier blog you missed...
THE MAGIC OF A FAMILY CHRISTMAS finaled in the Gayle Wilson Award of Execllence Contest (March archives)
A size 14 in a size 0 world...very funny! (October archives)
Cookie Painting at Grandma's (November archives)
Christmas Cats (December archives)
Valentine's Day post...also very funny! (February)
Grubby kids at Easter! (April)
I attended the NOLA conference (which was fabulous!), Washington Romance Writers Conference (also fabulous!) and gave an hour-long talk for the New Jersey RWA chapter. I will be speaking to the STAR chapter in Melbourne, Florida this weekend!
Cat Tails
This edition we'll talk about my daughter's cat, Fluffy. It's not easy liviing with a cat named Sophia Maria Lolita Conchita Chequita Banana. She can be a tad vain. So Fluffy is more laid back. But he gets his licks in on Sophia! For one, he weighs eighteen pounds to her nine. When it comes to cat food, he's the ruler of the dish!
But what makes Fluffy really adorable is that he knows the sound of my daughter's car. We'll be watching TV, with him sleeping comfortably on the oval rug in the living room and suddenly he'll bolt up, his ears will go back and he'll race to the door. (Like a dog!)
Even cuter is the way he'll sit by the door when she's gone for more than her work shift. If she's on vacation or staying a weekend away, he will sit by the door, patiently waiting for her return.
He's the most loyal cat I've ever met!
Book Excerpts
MAID FOR THE MILLIONAIRE

Pink underwear?
Cain Nestor tossed his formerly white cotton briefs into the washer and slammed the door closed. Damn it! He should have stopped at the mall the night before and bought new, but it had been late when his private plane finally landed in Miami. Besides, back in Kansas he had done his own laundry plenty of times. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten so much in twelve years that he’d end up with pink underwear, but apparently he had.
Tightening the knot of the towel at his waist, he stormed out of the laundry room and into the kitchen just as the back door opened. From the pretty yellow ruffled apron that was the trademark of Happy Maids, he knew that his personal assistant was one step ahead of him again. He’d been without a housekeeper since February 1 – three long weeks. Though Eva had interviewed, he’d found something wrong with every person she’d chosen – his maid lived in and a man couldn’t be too careful about whom he let stay in his home – but the lack of clean underwear had clearly proven he’d hit a wall.
Leave it to his assistant to think of the stopgap measure. She’d hired a cleaning service.
Ready to make an apology for his appearance, Cain caught his once-a-week housekeeper’s gaze and his heart froze in his chest. His breathing stopped. His thigh muscles turned to rubber.
“Liz?”
Though her long black hair had been pulled into a severe bun at her nape and she’d lost a few pounds in the three years since he’d seen her, he’d know those catlike green eyes anywhere.
“Cain?”
A million questions danced through his head, but they were quickly replaced by recriminations. She’d quit a very good job in Philadelphia and moved with him to Miami when she’d married him. Now, she was a maid? Not even a permanently employed housekeeper. She was a fill-in. A stopgap measure.
And it was his fault.
He swallowed. “I don’t know what to say.”
Liz Harper blinked a few times, making sure her eyes were in focus and she really was seeing her ex-husband standing wrapped in only a towel in the kitchen of the house that was her first assignment for the day. He hadn’t changed a bit in three years. His onyx eyes still had the uncanny ability to make her feel he could see the whole way to her soul. He still wore his black hair short. And he still had incredible muscles that rippled when he moved. Broad shoulders. Defined pecs. And six-pack abs. All of which were on display at the moment.
She licked her suddenly dry lips. “You could start by saying, ‘Excuse my nakedness. I’ll just run upstairs and get a robe’.”
Remarkably, that made him laugh and myriad memories assaulted her…
The day they met on the flight from Dallas to Philadelphia…
How they’d exchanged business cards and he’d called her cell phone even before she was out of the airport...
How they’d had dinner that night, entered into a long-distance relationship, made love for the first time on the beach just beyond his beautiful Miami home, and married on the spur of the moment in Las Vegas.
And now she was his housekeeper.
Could a woman fall any farther?
Worse, she wasn’t in a position where she could turn down this job.
“Okay. I’ll just—“
“Do you think—“
They stopped. The scent of his soap drifted to her and she realized he hadn’t changed brands. More memories danced through her. The warmth of his touch. The seriousness of his kiss.
She cleared her throat. “You first.”
He shook his head. “No. Ladies first.”
“Okay.” She pulled in a breath. She didn’t have to tell him her secrets. Wouldn’t be so foolish again as to trust him with her dreams. If everything went well, she wouldn’t even have to see him. “Are you going to have a problem with this?”
He gripped his towel a little tighter. “You working for me or chatting about you working for me while I stand here just about naked?”
Her cheeks heated. The reminder that he was naked under one thin towel caused her blood to simmer with anticipation. For another two people that might be ridiculous three years after their divorce, but she and Cain had always had chemistry. Realistically, she knew it wouldn’t simply disappear. After all, it had been strong enough to coax a normally sensible Pennsylvania girl to quit her dream job and follow him to Miami, and strong enough that a typically reclusive entrepreneur had opened up and let her into his life.
“Me working here for you until you hire a new maid.” She motioned around the kitchen. The bronze and tan cut-glass backsplash accented tall cherry wood cabinets and bright stainless steel appliances. “Is that going to be a problem?”
He glanced at the ceramic tile floor then back up at her. “I’ve gotta be honest, Liz. It does make me feel uncomfortable.”
“Why? You’re not supposed to be here when I am. In fact, I was told you’re typically at the office by eight. It’s a fluke that we’ve even run into each other. And I need this job!”
“Which is exactly why I feel bad.”
That changed her blood from simmering with chemistry to boiling with fury. “You feel sorry for me?”
He winced. “Not sorry, per se—“
“Then sorry, per what?” But as the words tumbled out of her mouth she realized what was going on. Three steps got her to the big center island of his kitchen. “You think I fell apart when our marriage did and now I can only get a job as a maid?”
“Well—“
Three more steps had her standing in front of him. “Honey, I own this company. I am the original Happy Maid.”

I can't even begin to tell you how much I loved these two stories. I started off with a heroine, Liz Harper, who had run away (with her mom and sisters) from an abusive father. She'd married the perfect guy, Cain Nestor, but never told him about her past. Three weeks after they eloped, his brother was killed in an automobile accident and he fell into a deep depression. She stayed with him for three long years but when she miscarried their first child, she knew she needed support he couldn't give and she left him.
Fast forward three years. Cain is filthy rich (because all he does is work) and Liz owns her own house cleaning service. She's still in the beginning stages of her company, so she still does eight hours of cleaning every day. And who does she walk in on in his underwear? Her ex. His assistant had hired Liz to work for "the CEO of Cain Corporation" so she had no idea she was accepting a job to work with her ex.
The story is funny, yet gut wrenching, because she never told him about her past or the miscarriage and she has to face a lot of demons. But so does Cain. He knows he let her down. He loved her, but he let her down. If any two characters ever deserved a happy ending, it's these two.
Unless it's Mac Carmichael and Ellie Swanson. Ellie has such a honed sixth sense about people that her friends call her Magic. She was abused by a former boyfriend and met Liz when she ran to a charity Liz supports that helps abused women with kids. The charity couldn't help childless Ellie, so Liz took her in herself. Now, they're best friends and Ellie is Liz's second in command.

So when Liz goes on her honeymoon with Cain, Liz takes over Happy Maids and meets Mac. Because he's a business associate of Cain's, someone Cain has been trying to woo for a decade, Liz knows she can't disappoint Mac. She agrees to take the job at his house before he explains she'll also have to be a nanny to his two kids.
With the help of Cain's silly administrative assistant, Ava, Ellie not only manages to run Happy Maids, she also becomes a nanny for Mac's kids. Seeing Ellie with his kids, Mac realizes how special she is. But she's damaged and his life as a member of one of the richest families in the United States is anything but easy.
I hope you enjoy these books as much as I enjoyed writing them...And I hope you enjoy your summer. Take a book to the beach! And enjoy the rest of the ezine! I've posted a great lesson for the writers among us. Cat Tails this month focuses on my daughter's cat, Fluffy! And an excerpt from the first chapter of MAID FOR THE MILLIONAIRE is posted at the end.
Enjoy!
susan
***
Writing Tip
Journey Steps: Creating a Compelling Story (Or as I like to say. . .Taking the Train To Somewhere) is one of my most popular workshops. So I thought those of you who haven't taken it would enjoy the first lesson!
Lesson One: What are Journey Steps?
Lots of speakers, writers and pundits define plot points as four or five major events of your story, pivotal points, points of change or twists that take the story in a different direction. High points of the story.
Couldn't agree more. But when I would sit down to write a book, I'd come up with four or five 'high points' and have no idea what to put in between those high points. So I dug deeper and that's when I discovered 'Journey Steps.' Actually, I might have made them up. But they work, so you might want to try them too.
What are Journey Steps?
In Susan Meier World -- which is a little bit like a theme park but you have to 'work' on the rides -- Journey Steps are the steps it takes your main character (protagonist) to get from who he or she is at the opening of the book -- the inciting incident, the terrible trouble, the day/moment everything changed -- to who he or she is at the resolution of the trouble and the satisfying conclusion.
Note that I don't say it's all the steps from one plot point to another. . . though I could. I'd rather see the big picture of a story. The journey. And not put so much emphasis on those four or five points. Though obviously plot points do shake things up on the journey, they are still 'steps' and if I don't make a big deal out of them (LOL) I see my whole story unfolding as 'steps.' Plot points being more important steps, but still steps . . .
And steps are action, and action breeds a reaction and reaction breed decision, which always breed action, which breeds a reaction, which breeds a decision and on and on and on.
When I discovered this action/reaction/decision sequence in books by Jack Bickham and Dwight Swain, I started calling the sequence a magic formula for plotting because it is. If you follow action/reaction and decision, you can not only tell a story, you can tell it in a tight, focused way.
Which should be all of our goal!
But even when I figured all this stuff out, I still had a bit of trouble with my books. That’s when I discovered Story, Scene and Word.
Good grief! What the heck is Story, Scene and Word?
Story, Scene and Word are actually the three levels on which we write. If you want to write a good novel, you must be able to come up with a story, manifest that story through scenes and be able to build those scenes using words.
Coming up with a story, creating scenes and using words well are three distinct and definitely different skills, by the way. Right now, some of you are probably very good with coming up with stories, but you’re having trouble turning them into books because you might not be as good at dividing your stories into scenes. Or maybe you can write great scenes, but your “stories” aren’t as strong as they need to be. This might be what’s keeping your from publication, or slowing down your process.
For the purposes of understanding journey steps, words don't concern us. But scenes sure as heck do. Why? Because the basis of every scene should be a journey step. But even scenes don't yet concern us because before you can come up with scenes that manifest your story, you actually have to have a story.
Lots of people groan at that, but you have to know your story. For the pantsers among us, you don't have to get fancy and/or specific and do an outline that ruins your fun. In fact, the less fancy or specific you are the better. Having a one sentence or one paragraph description of your story is enough to begin figuring out journey steps. From there you can write each scene individually and come up with your journey steps as you go along. So your pantser fun isn't ruined!
But you have to know at least the bare bones of your story to come up with the "correct" first journey step. The important one that starts the book.
Okay, so what does a one-line or one-paragraph story description look like?
How about this: In my romantic suspense novel, the hero and heroine must catch a killer but she's already been arrested for the crime and he's the DA prosecuting her.
Short, succinct, no fun spoiling, but enough to come up with a great opening scene.
Here's another: Driving home from Vegas, where the heroine ran when she realized she didn't want to marry her fiancé, the hero and heroine are incredibly attracted. But in this SEXY CATEGORY ROMANCE, the hero won't do anything about the attraction because the heroine's ex-fiancé is his BOSS.
(By the way, I call this a story summary. Couldn't write a book without one!)
Once you have your one-paragraph or one-sentence idea, the "steps" or journey steps, are the way you tell that story. And basically you illustrate those "steps" in scenes.
Okay. You now know that in order to figure out your journey steps, you need to know your story -- at least the bare-bones idea. So, I'd like you to see if you can condense your story down to one line or one short, succinct paragraph that tells the kind of story it is (that’s why I “capped” the sexy category romance…to show you it doesn’t have to go at the beginning, though it can) and the overall GMC.
How do you do that?
Well, first...you never want to say the words 'The hero's goal is' or 'The Heroine's motivation is'. You want them to blend seamlessly into your sentence.
Remember our example? In my romantic suspense, the hero and heroine must catch a killer but she's already been arrested for the crime and he's the DA prosecuting her?
Do you know what their goal is? Yes, to catch a killer.
Do you know what their motivation is? Yes. . .They're trying to save her. Well, she's trying to save herself. He's trying to make sure the right person is prosecuted for the crime.
Do you know what their conflict is? Sure. They are on opposite sides of a battle for one. But also, they're running against the clock. So, they can't be attracted because of being on opposite ends of a battle. He WILL prosecute her if the evidence turns him in that direction. AND they don't have a lot of time.
Do you see how I took all that "stuff" and turned it into one sentence?
THAT'S what you need to do with your book!
That's your assignment. Rather than just read this post, try to put your book's concept into one sentence! You will be thrilled with what you will learn from this experiment!
***
Coming Attractions
I'm blogging
July 13 Cataromance
July 14 eHarlequin
July 20 Pink Heart Society
July 23 Tawney Webber
August 6 Heroines with Heart
August 11 Writing with the Top Down
August 11 eharlequin
August 26 Pink Heart Society
WORKSHOP in August:
STORY THEME AND VEHICLE writersonline.com
This is a great workshop. We really get down and dirty with figuring out your idea, seeing if you have enough for a story, and pulling it all together.
I haven't given it often. Maybe twice. So it's some fresh material for those of you who follow my workshops!
What you missed...
If you haven't been reading the Susan Meier blog you missed...
THE MAGIC OF A FAMILY CHRISTMAS finaled in the Gayle Wilson Award of Execllence Contest (March archives)
A size 14 in a size 0 world...very funny! (October archives)
Cookie Painting at Grandma's (November archives)
Christmas Cats (December archives)
Valentine's Day post...also very funny! (February)
Grubby kids at Easter! (April)
I attended the NOLA conference (which was fabulous!), Washington Romance Writers Conference (also fabulous!) and gave an hour-long talk for the New Jersey RWA chapter. I will be speaking to the STAR chapter in Melbourne, Florida this weekend!
Cat Tails
This edition we'll talk about my daughter's cat, Fluffy. It's not easy liviing with a cat named Sophia Maria Lolita Conchita Chequita Banana. She can be a tad vain. So Fluffy is more laid back. But he gets his licks in on Sophia! For one, he weighs eighteen pounds to her nine. When it comes to cat food, he's the ruler of the dish!
But what makes Fluffy really adorable is that he knows the sound of my daughter's car. We'll be watching TV, with him sleeping comfortably on the oval rug in the living room and suddenly he'll bolt up, his ears will go back and he'll race to the door. (Like a dog!)
Even cuter is the way he'll sit by the door when she's gone for more than her work shift. If she's on vacation or staying a weekend away, he will sit by the door, patiently waiting for her return.
He's the most loyal cat I've ever met!
Book Excerpts
MAID FOR THE MILLIONAIRE

Pink underwear?
Cain Nestor tossed his formerly white cotton briefs into the washer and slammed the door closed. Damn it! He should have stopped at the mall the night before and bought new, but it had been late when his private plane finally landed in Miami. Besides, back in Kansas he had done his own laundry plenty of times. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten so much in twelve years that he’d end up with pink underwear, but apparently he had.
Tightening the knot of the towel at his waist, he stormed out of the laundry room and into the kitchen just as the back door opened. From the pretty yellow ruffled apron that was the trademark of Happy Maids, he knew that his personal assistant was one step ahead of him again. He’d been without a housekeeper since February 1 – three long weeks. Though Eva had interviewed, he’d found something wrong with every person she’d chosen – his maid lived in and a man couldn’t be too careful about whom he let stay in his home – but the lack of clean underwear had clearly proven he’d hit a wall.
Leave it to his assistant to think of the stopgap measure. She’d hired a cleaning service.
Ready to make an apology for his appearance, Cain caught his once-a-week housekeeper’s gaze and his heart froze in his chest. His breathing stopped. His thigh muscles turned to rubber.
“Liz?”
Though her long black hair had been pulled into a severe bun at her nape and she’d lost a few pounds in the three years since he’d seen her, he’d know those catlike green eyes anywhere.
“Cain?”
A million questions danced through his head, but they were quickly replaced by recriminations. She’d quit a very good job in Philadelphia and moved with him to Miami when she’d married him. Now, she was a maid? Not even a permanently employed housekeeper. She was a fill-in. A stopgap measure.
And it was his fault.
He swallowed. “I don’t know what to say.”
Liz Harper blinked a few times, making sure her eyes were in focus and she really was seeing her ex-husband standing wrapped in only a towel in the kitchen of the house that was her first assignment for the day. He hadn’t changed a bit in three years. His onyx eyes still had the uncanny ability to make her feel he could see the whole way to her soul. He still wore his black hair short. And he still had incredible muscles that rippled when he moved. Broad shoulders. Defined pecs. And six-pack abs. All of which were on display at the moment.
She licked her suddenly dry lips. “You could start by saying, ‘Excuse my nakedness. I’ll just run upstairs and get a robe’.”
Remarkably, that made him laugh and myriad memories assaulted her…
The day they met on the flight from Dallas to Philadelphia…
How they’d exchanged business cards and he’d called her cell phone even before she was out of the airport...
How they’d had dinner that night, entered into a long-distance relationship, made love for the first time on the beach just beyond his beautiful Miami home, and married on the spur of the moment in Las Vegas.
And now she was his housekeeper.
Could a woman fall any farther?
Worse, she wasn’t in a position where she could turn down this job.
“Okay. I’ll just—“
“Do you think—“
They stopped. The scent of his soap drifted to her and she realized he hadn’t changed brands. More memories danced through her. The warmth of his touch. The seriousness of his kiss.
She cleared her throat. “You first.”
He shook his head. “No. Ladies first.”
“Okay.” She pulled in a breath. She didn’t have to tell him her secrets. Wouldn’t be so foolish again as to trust him with her dreams. If everything went well, she wouldn’t even have to see him. “Are you going to have a problem with this?”
He gripped his towel a little tighter. “You working for me or chatting about you working for me while I stand here just about naked?”
Her cheeks heated. The reminder that he was naked under one thin towel caused her blood to simmer with anticipation. For another two people that might be ridiculous three years after their divorce, but she and Cain had always had chemistry. Realistically, she knew it wouldn’t simply disappear. After all, it had been strong enough to coax a normally sensible Pennsylvania girl to quit her dream job and follow him to Miami, and strong enough that a typically reclusive entrepreneur had opened up and let her into his life.
“Me working here for you until you hire a new maid.” She motioned around the kitchen. The bronze and tan cut-glass backsplash accented tall cherry wood cabinets and bright stainless steel appliances. “Is that going to be a problem?”
He glanced at the ceramic tile floor then back up at her. “I’ve gotta be honest, Liz. It does make me feel uncomfortable.”
“Why? You’re not supposed to be here when I am. In fact, I was told you’re typically at the office by eight. It’s a fluke that we’ve even run into each other. And I need this job!”
“Which is exactly why I feel bad.”
That changed her blood from simmering with chemistry to boiling with fury. “You feel sorry for me?”
He winced. “Not sorry, per se—“
“Then sorry, per what?” But as the words tumbled out of her mouth she realized what was going on. Three steps got her to the big center island of his kitchen. “You think I fell apart when our marriage did and now I can only get a job as a maid?”
“Well—“
Three more steps had her standing in front of him. “Honey, I own this company. I am the original Happy Maid.”
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