THE ROAD TO
PUBLICATION
BY JOAN HALL
HOVEY
Like you, I started out as a story
'listener'. Both my parents were avid storytellers, and I needed only to hear
the words, "I remember the time when..." to feel that rare and
exquisite pleasure in the anticipation of a new story. The dark, scary ones
were best - stories my father told of the man with the cloven foot who showed
up at the card game, or the discovery of a young girl's body in the woods
behind the school ... the town drunk found dead in the cemetery, his face as
granite-white with frost as the tombstones surrounding him...
From the time I could find my way to
the Saint John Library, I was a constant visitor. For me, the library was a
magical place - a hushed, warm haven where, through the pages of a book I could
travel to far off exotic places in my imagination. I could experience
vicariously all the joy, romance, terror, tragedy and triumph of the characters
in the stories.
Among my favorite authors were Mark
Twain, Edgar Allan Poe, Charlotte Bronte, Shirley Jackson and Phyllis Whitney.
Far too many to list here. I am forever grateful to them all, for it was
through reading their works that the seed to be a writer was planted in me. I
wanted to join the ranks of those authors who had given me so much pleasure,
and in turn tell my own stories. I had learned about the power of words.
Reading is, of course, where it all
begins for all writers. Although it might surprise you to know that a number of
aspiring writers have told me they didn't have time to read. Or that they
didn't read because they wanted everything in their own work to be totally
original. Sadly, I don't expect to read much of their work in published form.
So the first key to publication is to Read! Read! Read! Nothing you didn't
already know. But it's true; we learn by osmosis. And we learn by doing.
When I first set pen to paper with
thought of publication, I didn't know bad literature from good. I devoured it
all, and learned from it all. I came across the True Confessions in the market
section of a copy of Writer's Digest Magazine, and it seemed possible to me
that I could write one. I was right. That first story was titled: I Didn't
Kill My Husband, But I Might As Well Have. Pretty bad, I know. But
looking at the models on the page portraying the characters in my story, not to
mention my cheque for $125.00, I felt like I'd won the lottery. The only
downside was that my name wasn't on my story. You don't get a bi-line from the
confessions. The stories are supposed to be true. Or at least read like they're
true. Everyone I wrote sold. I seemed to have a knack. But I never approached
the writing of these little stories lightly, or with tongue in cheek; I always
wrote from my heart, in all seriousness. When I could no longer do that, I
stopped writing them.
My children were small then, three
under six years of age, and I was squeezing in writing time when I could find
it. Usually, in the evenings after they were in bed. (Ah, to be so young again!
) Later, I wrote while holding down a full-time job. You do what you have to
do. John Grisham rose at 4:00 a.m. to get in his stint of writing before going
off to his law office.
My second story, God's Special
Gift, made the rounds for a time and finally sold to Home Life magazine in
Nashville. It was about my grandmother, who died in a house fire when I was 15.
Writing that story, albeit many years later, was very cathartic for me. And I
got a bi-line. My work soon found its way into the now defunct, (unfortunate,
because it was a fine magazine) Atlantic Advocate, both fiction and
non-fiction, and various other magazines and newspapers.
Pregnant with my fourth child, I
determined to pursue my lifelong dream of writing a novel. That summer, I sat on
our back deck and read a stack of suspense novels of the sort I wanted to
write. I reread Poe, Patricia Highsmith, Shirley Jackson and many of the new
authors who were also becoming my favorites. In the fall, I began writing my
own suspense novel, The Strawman. (Later Zebra Books would change the
title to Listen to the Shadows.) I wrote it at our kitchen table
in longhand, and the book took a long time to write. I worked on it off and on
over a period of maybe four years.
Finally the novel was finished. I'd
already gone through my Writer's Market, as well as checking out the books on
the shelves of our local bookstore, and Zebra seemed right for The Strawman. I
sent it off. It came flying back within a few weeks, but the attached slip of
paper wasn't quite a rejection. Anne Lafarge, acquisitions editor at the time,
had scribbled a note saying she liked the book, but it was too short. They
needed 100,000 words; mine was about 75,000 words.
I settled down to work. It took
another four months to add the other 25,000 words, which I did by weaving in a
couple of subplots. In November I sent the manuscript off again, addressing it
to Anne LaFarge. On the outside of the package, in bold black marker, I
printed: Requested Material, just in case she forgot me, which I'm sure she
did.
One day in February the phone rang. I
knew intuitively that it was Zebra. They wanted to publish The Strawman.
When my husband came home that night I was at the stove cooking spaghetti. He
took one look at my face, and said, "You sold your book."
It was a dream come true. I felt
weepy and humbled. And very happy
Nowhere To Hide
End of story? Hardly. I completed and
sent out the third manuscript and it was returned. I was told Zebra was no
longer publishing suspense. At least the kind of psychological suspense I like
to write. More sex, they said. That sort of book had
little appeal for me. And I'm convinced you should only write what you really
want to write. Otherwise, it's just too damn hard. The moral of the story:
You're never there. (Unless you're Stephen King, but he's a genius.)
Back to square one? Well, not quite.
What I have now is a track record. Publishers tend to give my work a longer
look before they turn it down.
I thought your visitors might find this
audio excerpt from ‘Chill Waters’
(winner of the Bloody Dagger Award) of interest. Complete with music and sound
effects, narrated by the author.
Chill Waters
This is a precarious business, with
no guarantees for any of us. So you must love the actual process of writing. In
the end, the only thing we have any control over is the writing itself. It
takes courage to be a writer, to put our work (ourselves) out there, never
knowing if it will be praised or ridiculed. We must rise above the fear, and do
what we know we can when all cylinders are firing.
So give that critical editor on your
shoulder the bum's rush (He gets called in for work later.) and write your
novel. Enjoy the writing; give yourself to it like a lover. Get out of your own
way by focusing on the characters and their story. And know that you are not
alone. All around the globe, at this very moment, writers are sitting at
kitchen tables with pen and paper, or at their computers, struggling to write
their own novels.
Lastly, no matter your genre, be it
romance, mystery, horror or science fiction, go where the passion, the pain,
is. Write with joy! And believe in yourself. No one can tell your stories but
you. No one. And if you need a little inspiration, check out the books on my
site.
Good luck!
Joan Hall Hovey
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