The Tarot Cafe (series), by Sang-Sun Park

Tarot_Cafe_by_CarlosSneakI don’t read a lot of manga. I’ve tried a few in the past and they didn’t appeal to me, artistically, plus I had a hard time following the plots. So I’m not sure why, on my first trip to my new local library, I decided to check out two full manga series. The Tarot Cafe was one of them.

1f7382f6caf8159d391d6dc93e4e41aeThe Tarot Cafe is a Korean manga about an immortal woman who reads tarot for special (ie magical in some way) customers. Pamela helps everyone from a wish-cat to vampire to a singer who sells his soul for fame. At the same time, she slowly unravels truths from her past that she’s been forced to forget, and comes head to head with a centuries-old enemy. The series is seven books long, and I read them all as a single book entry (for counting purposes) from August 12th through 19th.

46185169_the_tarot_cafe_v04_p0053I enjoyed the series, especially the first and last books. A few of the middle ones got kind of muddled for me, particularly when the series switched from episodes recounting the tales of those Pamela helps to the intricacies of Pamela’s history. As usual for manga, some of the artwork and mixed storylines confused me. For the most part, though, I enjoyed the series, and I really like the way it ended. With all the stress of moving, this made a perfect light read!

The art was beautiful, too.

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Resurrecting The Zen Leaf

I started blogging on Valentine’s Day of 2008. My second post was a book review. At the time, I’d never heard of book blogs, nor did I know anyone else who blogged about books. Fast forward a couple months, and I came across a group book blog called The Fifty Books Project, where a group of friends all tried to read and post about fifty books per year. I loved the idea, though as a mom of three small children, I doubted I’d be able to read that many in a year. Instead, I got together with a group of friends – also mostly moms with young children – and formed a group book blog called 5-Squared. The intention was similar, except our goal was to read twenty-five books a year, rather than fifty.

It didn’t take long before I discovered that there was a whole world of book blogs out there, with events and challenges and even an annual awards ceremony. It also didn’t take long for me to realize that twenty-five books was absolutely no problem for me to read in a year. Nor was fifty. Nor was a hundred. Oh.

(my only pic with the original design of The Zen Leaf)

(my only pic with the original design of The Zen Leaf)

Soon, I was dominating 5-Squared and crowding everyone else out, and I didn’t want to do that. In May of 2009, I left the group blog and formed The Zen Leaf, my own personal book blog. I ran the blog for a little over two years, until book blogging had gone from a pleasurable way to connect with fellow book lovers, to something that was a chore and a burden. It was no longer fun when:

  • I was reading so many books each year (200+) that I had no time for anything but reading and blogging, and I read so fast I could barely remember most of the books.
  • I was reading to fulfill challenge requirements, or to cater to my readership, rather than what I liked or felt like at that moment.
  • I no longer felt like I could read at my own pace, which sometimes involves rereading the same book five times in a row, or going several weeks without reading a word. I had to keep going from book to book in order to keep the blog consistent.
  • I encountered some strong negativity that made me very unsure about what I wanted to say online.
  • I lost focus on my fiction writing and nearly quit writing altogether.

So I shut down The Zen Leaf. Of course, that left me with no place to blog, and in the two years since, my attempts to try to blog again have been halfhearted and fleeting, because really, blogging was all about the books for me. But I’ll tell you guys a secret: I have almost every single one of the 800+ book reviews I wrote from 2008 to present in a private location, to which only I have access. I have also continued reviewing every single book I read, despite not having a public book blog. I like reviewing books. I like having a list of every book I’ve read since I began blogging, and my thoughts about each one. Sure, I can post my thoughts on new books I read on my personal blog, Boston Blooming, but it’s just not the same as having my own little book corner.

(header photo for the second design for The Zen Leaf)

(header photo for the second design for The Zen Leaf)

I no longer have any reading angst. I don’t read on a schedule, or to fulfill requirements, or when I don’t feel like it. I don’t finish books that aren’t working for me. I don’t often buy books before I’ve read them from the library first, so my physical TBR books can be counted on two hands. I don’t get ARCs or copies of books from authors, so I don’t feel any worry about how I should approach them. I don’t push to read a certain number of books in a year. I read what I want, when I want, however many times I want. And that feels absolutely wonderful.

Honestly, I wish this was a place I could have gotten to while I was still book-blogging. I wish I hadn’t shut The Zen Leaf down, despite what I was feeling at the time. Even if I didn’t want to post on it anymore, I should have kept it up. Several times over the last few years, I’ve considered making my private book journal public, but I haven’t for one small reason: there are a handful of reviews on there that I would like to remain private, and Blogger (unlike WordPress) doesn’t have an option to have certain posts private or password-protected. I’d have to delete those particular reviews if I made my book journal public, and that’s something I’d rather not do.

So instead, after a lot of deliberation, I’ve decided to simply resurrect The Zen Leaf. No, I can’t get back all the comments and conversations from old posts, and there are some reviews that I managed to lose in the blog-shuffle (grr). Mostly, though, I want to rebuild my book blog from scratch. I’ll use this place to add in reviews and book talk from today forward, while slowly going back to fill in all the old reviews from years past. I don’t expect anyone to follow this blog – new thoughts or old – or anything like that. This is just my self-indulgent way of putting my book thoughts out there publicly again.

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A Discovery of Witches, by Deborah Harkness (audio)

A-Discovery-of-Witches-1350596Diana Bishop is from a long line of witches, but she’s refused to use her magic since her parents got killed in Africa when she was seven. She’s now an adult studying at Oxford, and is not happy when a magical book flops across her path in her library. She’s even less happy when hoards of witches, vampires, and daemons begin to follow her around after she sends the magic book back to the stacks. Magic, it seems, can’t be avoided any longer.

I listened to this audiobook on the three-day trip from San Antonio to Boston, and I’m in two minds about it. I’ll get the negative side over with first.

The book was really, really long. I chose the audiobook at random, thinking that I’d listen to it and several others along the trip. No. Even listening at double speed, it took the entire trip. Now, I’m not opposed to lengthy books or audiobooks, not at all. But some of the length of this book felt like it could have been cropped. I didn’t need the descriptions of every yoga move, every sip of wine, every old book description, etc. There were certain parts that felt like “areas of specialty” that got hashed over a bit too often, and some of them could easily have been cut. Beyond that, there were a bit too many “I’m stronger, faster, deadlier than you” scenes that made me uncomfortable along the romance lines. I just don’t find the idea of someone grabbing a person and holding/threatening them “romantic.” Lastly, by the end, I felt like the plot line had gone on too long for a single book, and I was ready for the story to be over long before it ended. There were several moments that felt like perfect ends that would segue into further books…but then it kept going, instead.

On the good side, I really loved the character development and the way that Harkness pushed her three magical creature-groups into learning to accept each other. Other than the bit I mentioned above, I liked the slow way the romance developed. I liked the unveiling of truth behind Diana’s refusal to do magic, and the implications that there is more to learn. I loved how seamlessly this world fit into ours, as if it could really exist. Most of all, I loved the importance of family – blood and not-blood – of this book. That’s a topic that’s very important to me and especially poignant in my life right now, so I loved the feeling of home that permeated this book.

I’m definitely not ready to dive right into the next book, but I do know that I’ll want to read it in time. This is one series that I think would have been better had I read them as they came out, rather than waiting until all three books were released. I imagine I’ll read the second one during the fall, as I’m sure it’ll make awesome autumn reading!

Performance: Jennifer Ikeda read this audiobook and she was a fantastic reader. Many of the characters in the book came from different parts of the world, with different accents, and while I normally find accents to be badly performed on audio, to the point of personal embarrassment, these were fantastic. Ikeda really helped me to feel part of the world.

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On My Skin, These Words I Write

Note: Originally posted on Boston Blooming.

I got my first tattoo on 7/12/13. It’s an infinity sign on my wrist, modeled after the halo on the STRENGTH card in the Rider-Waite tarot deck. The tattoo was triply significant to me. First, I’d wanted an infinity sign on my wrist or ankle since I was a preteen. Then, when I got the tattoo last year, life as I knew it had just exploded ten days beforehand, and I wanted a symbol of strength to help me through. Lastly, both the symbol and its placement (left wrist) are significant in my novel, The Hanged Man.

070214 one year later

After my first tattoo, I decided to get a small symbol to represent each book I complete to submission condition, like the infinity sign represents The Hanged Man. The symbols will be tattooed up my left forearm, and eventually, on my right wrist and forearm. If/when each book is published, I’ll add a date to the symbol. They were the only tattoos I was planning to get, these little novel representations of mine.

Then, as I was driving home from my last write-in, I had the sudden urge to get another one, unrelated to my writing. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I wanted it before we left for Boston.

“No one knows the battles we survive.” These words, pulled from the lyrics of Artful Dodging by Umbrella Brigade, have been my mantra for years. The line is only sung once – previous choruses say “all the battles we survive” – and the very first time I heard it (circa 2006), I just sort of adopted it as part of me, as part of my strength and life’s direction. I love what it refers to, those unseen struggles that we all face. No one is as happy as they appear on Facebook, yeah? And I…have many, many scars.

I wanted these words etched into my skin, and chose my upper left shoulder blade as a palate. For a time, I toyed with possible artwork to go with the tattoo, but eventually rejected this. The artwork was too new – I couldn’t tell if I’d still love it in ten years – but the words were permanent, so it would just be them. Then, I spent some time trying to design how I wanted them to look, seeking out the right fonts and such. I know that the tattoo artist can help design, but this was personal, and I wanted to do it myself! After some discussion with my friend Stephanie, who was planning to accompany me while I had the work done, I decided to instead write the words in my own handwriting.

071914 new tattoo

The infinity sign on my wrist was done at Arc Angel Tattoo, and they did a good job, so I decided to go back to them. Stephanie and I drove there the next evening with the intention to talk to an artist and set up an appointment for the following Tuesday afternoon. When we got there, however, they asked me if I wanted to do it right then, as they had an artist free. !!! Hey, it was Saturday, and we had time to kill, so I said sure, and Stephanie helped distract me through the more painful bits as I got my second tattoo on 7/19/14.

tattoo

I love it. Really love it. I especially love the fact that it’s in my own handwriting – imperfect and slightly messy, sure, but unique and personal at the same time. The scrawl fits the words, and what those words have come to represent for me: strength and fragility and imperfection and scars, all mixed up. Words written on my heart, now etched into my skin as well, just in time for this upcoming adventure.

ETA: This experience ended up souring quickly when it turned out that the tattoo was blown out to a point where it was unreadable within a month and it still had texture over a decade later. I’ve also discovered that the person who did my tattoo was an apprentice, which I wasn’t told at the time. I no longer recommend the tattoo shop, and I will be getting this tattoo covered as soon as I can afford to do so.

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Tales of the City, by Armistead Maupin

tales-coverWhen Mary Anne Singleton visits San Francisco, she decides to stay there permanently, leaving her more traditional life back in Cleveland. She finds a place to live at 28 Barbary Lane, where the occupants of the various apartments operate much like a large, dysfunctional family.

I began this book with mixed feelings. The writing is very sparse in a way I don’t normally appreciate. The narration didn’t explore thoughts or emotions of the characters, but instead simply recited the actions and dialogue of a huge cast, most of whom crossed paths and intermingled throughout the book. For the first half of the book, I felt no connection to the characters because of the way the book was written, and so reading it felt more of an academic experience than an emotional one. I did enjoy the historical aspect, and felt like Maupin did a fantastic job illustrating the details of life in San Francisco in the 70s. I felt like I was learning a lot, that the book was broadening my sense of cultural history.

Halfway through, however, something changed. The writing itself didn’t change, but I suddenly started to care about the characters and story in a less-than-academic way. I’m not sure what caused the change – perhaps I just spent enough time with the characters? – but either way, I began to enjoy the book on two different levels. I was surprised by several of the major twists, and could relate all too well to the sort of listless hopelessness that pervaded the novel. It wormed its way into me, and by the end, I really liked the book. I’m glad I stuck with it long enough to get to that point.

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A Playlist for Maldralith

Note: Originally posted on Boston Blooming.

For a lot of writers, music and words are pretty closely entangled, and I’m no different. Each novel I write comes with an accompanying soundtrack of songs that have become associated with some portion of that novel. Usually, the songs are a combination of those referenced in the actual text (songs important to the characters in one way or another) and those that become tangled in the writing process (mood, theme, my own energy as I write, etc).

I’ve never built a playlist for a novel before writing it. The soundtrack just sort of organically grows as I plan, take notes, outline, draft, and edit. Often, a book takes many drafts over several years to write, and the playlist blossoms out of those years. Recently, however, I set out to build a playlist for the novel I’m about to start work on. It’s not one I’m starting for the first time – the first draft was completed last fall – but it’s also not even close to final product. At the same time, the ideas that went into this novel have been bouncing around in my head for roughly seven years now, and I have a very good idea of where I want to take this story. So I built one, and listened, and refined, and became closer to my novel as I did so, writing notes and sketches, re-envisioning scenes for Draft 2 of Maldralith. In the end, the soundtrack totaled seven songs related to three different parts of this novel’s process.

Spark
Stories come from somewhere, and for me, they are often sparked from music, dreams, and little ah-ha moments. My playlist has a bit of all three, though as of yet, it’s missing a song to represent the fourth and final dimension that really made the novel come together (building a religious system based on the evolution of human psyche. Find a song that matches that, and also matches the tone of the book, and I will love you forever!).

collage spark

• “I Am Anastasia” – Sponge – I’ve always been kind of obsessed with the Anastasia story, and the first seed of creating my own came when I was listening to this song back in 2007ish. It was the original spark, though it needed several others to really make the story come together.

• “Friends and Love” – Nicholas Hooper – The second spark came from a dream I had maybe a year later. It was silly, some strange story about Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy meeting in the Forbidden Forest, only he didn’t know it was her, and she kept her face hidden from him. She hated him, but he fell in love with her, and when she began to like him, she knew she could never safely show him her face. The Harry Potter aspect of it was uninteresting to me, but the idea of being forced to hide your identity from someone you cared about gave me the second dimension of this novel. This instrumental from the score of Half Blood Prince is all unfulfilled longing, a good fit for the tone of the book as well as a fun admission: why yes, Harry Potter did (obliquely) play a part in building this book.

• “Ne Me Jugez Pas” – Sawt El Atlas – In 2008, I described my general idea of this book (below) to a fellow book blogger, and he said it reminded him of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. I’d never thought about it that way, despite having studied the conflict quite a bit at that point. This brought about the third spark, and when I built my two religious cultures, one loosely draws on Arab culture and language, the second on French culture and language (as I’ve studied quite a bit of French as well). Oddly, I just happened to own and love a Middle Eastern pop song sung in both Arabic and French. How’s that for serendipitous?

Theme
Theme is where the playlist got trickier. Normally, my thematic songs come out in the writing, often referenced in the text itself. Maldralith takes place in an entirely different world, however, so I decided to pull together a bunch of songs that hit on various themes that I was writing about, and see what worked. In the end, only two remained. The others, while they made sense thematically, just didn’t fit the tone of the book well.

collage theme

• “Unsown” – Umbrella Brigade – There is almost always one song written by Whitey Sterling in these playlists. I’m very glad this song matched the tone, because it really speaks to the main protagonist’s situation, as everything she knows about the world is upended.

• “Vessel” – Zola Jesus – Honestly, adding this song was a joke. My protagonist is referred to as a Vessel, so the title fit. And then…it worked. Really, really well. I’d only ever listened to the song once before, and now, I’m completely in love with it.

Tone
I could not have put this part of the playlist together if I hadn’t already written a first draft. Tone is so important to a book, and from that draft, I know exactly what my story and world feel like. All of the above songs match the tone, and I added two more that were purely tone-based.

collage tone

• “Pieces” – Claire Voyant – My friend Chris sent this to me years ago, and I fell in love. The words are lovely, but it’s the music, really, that makes this one special (and a perfect match for Maldralith).

• “Escape Artist” – Zoe Keating – Jason picked this one for me. I wanted another instrumental, and I thought cello would really work for the tone. I had yet to listen to Zoe Keating’s music, and so Jason, who is very familiar with it, picked one out that he thought would fit. Oh my. This is one of my new favorite songs! There’s this one moment 2/3rds of the way in where the music stops for a second and then reenters on this low, raw note that rips my heart to shreds. The whole song has this dark, brooding, dangerous undercurrent with these bursts of frenetic panic on top, and it is perfect perfect beyond perfect, the very best way to round out and finalize Maldralith’s playlist!

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I’ve been listening to these seven songs on repeat for the last few weeks as I build notes for the next draft of novel. Under their influence, Draft 2 is taking shape, and I hope to put the first words down on it as soon as my family has resettled in Boston.

From my Writer Page:

Maldralith
Mage doesn’t know that she is the last living vessel of the goddess Maldraise, meant to lead her people into divinity. When war ripped through her childhood, she buried the knowledge and her memories in a family heirloom, and has since been raised in the opposing religious culture, enslaved by those who formerly worshiped her. Now, with the world on the brink of a new war, Maldraise leads Mage back to her memories and charges her, contrary to all she’s been taught, to unite the two sides of this religious conflict.

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A Storm of Swords, by George R.R. Martin

a-storm-swords-george-martin-paperback-cover-artOkay. I loved the first two books in this series. I read them both earlier in the year, and my plan was to spread the five (as of now) books out through 2014. I decided it was about time to read the third in the series, and so a couple weeks ago, I dove excitedly into A Storm of Swords.

Um…I didn’t really like it. Sorry? I wish I had, but GAH this one really didn’t work for me. It felt repetitive, long-winded, and tedious. I don’t want to say it was bad, because it wasn’t. The individual stories were, for the most part, captivating, and I did want to know what would happen to the characters. At the same time, I kinda wanted to just read a short summary of each plot line instead of reading through hundreds of pages to see what would happen next.

In the end, the parts that didn’t work for me boiled down to two things:

1. Repetition. This is frequently an issue for me, the reason books such as Bleak House, Emma, War of the Worlds, and The Goblet of Fire bother me. When a character or narrator uses the same sentence or phrase over and over, the book begins to feel tedious to me. So when Ygritte says, “You know nothing, Jon Snow” for the 10,000th time, I cringe, and if I never hear the opening lines to “The Bear and the Maiden Fair” again, it will be too soon. And that’s only two examples of many in A Storm of Swords.

2. Too many story lines. Now, I love books with multiple plots all woven together, or even just tangentially related. As I said before, I adored the first two books in this series. But this one…felt like too much. Too many stories, all going away from each other. I wanted some of them to cycle back together, to condense! It feels like I’m reading multiple books when characters disappear for 300 pages and then come back. A hundred pages? Sure. But 300? 500? That’s just too long, like setting aside one book to read another, then coming back to the first, which is something I normally don’t do. This made the book a bit frustrating, and I’ll admit that when certain characters died, I felt no grief – only relief that there was one less story to follow. That’s not good!

Now, I’m torn. There’s part of me that wants to seek out the chapter-by-chapter wiki and read summaries of the next two books. I do want to know what happens! That feels like cheating, though, and I feel like I should persevere. I’m just…a bit wary, now, of the rest of the series. Thoughts?

Book 1: A Game of Thrones
Book 2: A Clash of Kings

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Dreams of Gods and Monsters, by Laini Taylor

dreamsEver have one of those books that you really, really want to read and at the same time, you are really, really terrified to read, because what if it doesn’t live up to your hopes and expectations? That was Dreams of Gods and Monsters by Laini Taylor for me. I read the first book in the series – Daughter of Smoke and Bone – back in 2012, and was completely blown away. When the sequel – Days of Blood and Starlight – came out that November, I gobbled it up. It was even better. Then, I had to wait. And wait. And wait. And I began to worry. What if the final book in the trilogy disappointed me, and ruined the whole thing?

An irrational fear, perhaps, but when the book released in April, I bought it…and didn’t read it. I kept putting it off. There were other books to read. I needed to reread the earlier books in the trilogy first. Then there was all this moving and packing stuff to take care of. So here it is, July, and while the rereads of the first two books were both brilliant, I still hadn’t picked up Dreams of Gods and Monsters. And so, determined, I picked up the book last week.

Ever have one of those books that you want to race through and at the same time, you want to savor and draw out as long as possible? Yes. This book. Dreams of Gods and Monsters.

I cannot say just how amazing this book is. This series. Everything. The world-building, characterization, plotting, pacing, depth, writing, everything. Taylor is a master. I had chills running up my arms and legs from the very first chapter. I already want to go back and reread the series with all the new stuff I know now. There are hints that there may be more books written in this world, and that makes me want to dance and sing. This book is, by far, the best book I’ve read this year. It exceeded every expectation.

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(Found this when I finally opened the book. Cool surprise!)

If I had any quibbles with it – and I don’t, not really – it would be that in the latter half of the book, there seemed to be a few strands of plot that didn’t quite get wrapped up (unrelated to possible future books), and a lot of things that happened a bit too fast/random. The reason this isn’t really a quibble is because I honestly think these impressions are my own fault. I read the last 3/4ths of the book in a single afternoon. Racing, not savoring. The last 200 pages went by in a bit of a foggy blur, as my eyes and brain both got tired. Once I reread, slower, I’m sure things will make much more sense and feel less incomplete and random.

Because yes, I will definitely be rereading. This is a series that will stay beloved on my shelves for a very long time.

Reread via audio in April 2017: Callback review

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Humans of New York, by Brandon Stanton

bookcoverNot too much to say about this one. I love the Humans of New York website (which I follow on Instagram and Facebook). I didn’t realize how young this project was (since late 2010). The new book that is out probably collects pictures from all during that time period, even back when there were fewer interviews going on. Either for that reason, or because the editors decided to cut stuff, there wasn’t as much text with the pictures as I expected to see. There were no microfashion posts, but a lot of “seen in [this location]” captions on children, which makes me wonder if they’re the same. I think the book would have been better with more text about each photo. Half of the “human” element of the project is the text behind each photo.

There were some good pictures. It’s a good book to look through. I highly recommend following the website. New York is fascinating.

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Summer Rain – DONE!

Note: Originally posted on Boston Blooming.

Back on the last day of April, I announced on Facebook that, four drafts and eight years to the day, I’d completed the final version of Phantom, the first novel I’d ever written. I was extremely proud of that accomplishment, as that first novel had been hanging over me for so long. My first draft was so bad, beyond pitiful, and it took three major overhauls and rewrites to get it to the mostly-final form that it’s in today.

Of course, I didn’t spend all of those eight years working on Phantom. My brain needed to rest between drafts, and thus flitted from manuscript to manuscript in that time. Some took fewer years or fewer drafts to complete. Others are still far from completion. Phantom was the most outstanding – as in “remaining to be done,” not “great” – of my manuscripts, originally begun on May 1st, 2006. The second most outstanding manuscript was Summer Rain, my second novel, begun in early 2007.

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(an image I’ve associated with Summer Rain for years now)

Like Phantom, Summer Rain started out as a worse-than-pitiful draft. It was loosely (and lamely) called Eternity, and to be perfectly honest, I quit writing the book about 50k words in, it was that bad. (I know. Bad writer. I don’t do this anymore. I finish all drafts regardless of quality. Eventually.) I shelved it for later rewrite-from-scratch, keeping only a few touchstones from the original idea to carry into subsequent drafts. Draft 2 (now titled Summer Rain) was completed in late 2010; draft 3, in fall of 2012. I began the fourth-and-final draft on February 11, 2013, only to get completely stuck, 27k words into the mss, four months later. Once again, I put it aside to let it rest, and in late May this year, I brushed it off and got back to work.

Now, seven-point-five years and four drafts after I began writing this novel, it is DONE.

Well, it still needs a six-month rest and a read through with new eyes, followed by touch-ups and revisions and edits, but as far as draftinggoes, at least, it’s done. For the first time, I am very, very happy with a completed version of this manuscript, happy with the story and characters and writing. The third-to-last chapter, which I wrote just the other day, is probably my favorite chapter that I’ve ever written. I’ve reread the manuscript twice since finishing it two days ago, and both times, I just wanted to hug it. Yes, I’m a dork.

Summer Rain is about 80,000 words long – adult literary magical realism that explores the idea of dream-sharing in a modern, over-psychoanalyzed world, set in a fictional smallish town in Wisconsin. A huge component of writing the book involved world-building: names and descriptions of shops, bakeries, restaurants, bars, motels, parks, offices, churches, cemeteries, schools, and physical landmarks (Jason was instrumental to this!!). I had to draw out a detailed map of the city, complete with every single street name and business. It was a tedious process, to be honest, but it made the writing fun afterwards, because Phantom is also set in this fictional town, and I got to weave in little ties between the books. Phantom’s narrator shows up for two seconds in a diner in this book. One of its supporting characters gets an awkward high school relationship story in Summer Rain. Two characters who are barely mentioned in Phantom are fairly major characters in Summer Rain. Frickin’ awesome. I love when novels intersect like this!

Fun facts about Summer Rain:

Because I’ve been working on this manuscript for so many years, it has drawn on a lot of personal experiences. I always find it fun to look back on final manuscripts and see all the references that someone close to me might pick up on. There are dozens of them in this novel, some of my favorites being a particular photo I took in Venice in 1999 (below), an experience I once had at a concert, an antique/craft store I visited in Rice Lake (WI), a giant willow tree at Mound View Park in Platteville (WI), and multiple references to things that happened to Jason and me the first week we met in person.

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(photo of a painter and her subject)

It’s also fun to take a look at my research history for a manuscript. Just off the top of my head, a couple of my researches for Summer Rain included:

  • symptoms and treatment of erotomania
  • coffee shops on State St in Madison, WI, open from 2003 to present
  • common/iconic trees in Florence, Italy
  • mythological differences between pixies and sprites
  • treatment for a sprained ankle for a five-year-old
  • specialty flavors of Coke available in 2000
  • lucid dreams and recurring nightmares, in contrast to regular dreams or nightmares

Then, there’s the playlist for the novel. Nearly all of my manuscripts eventually pick up a few key songs that I associate with the story, characters, scenes, or specific emotions in the novel. Summer Rain has acquired six of them over the years:

  • “Better Man” by Pearl Jam
  • “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen (and many variants thereof)
  • “The Great Below” by Nine Inch Nails
  • “Gnossienne No. 1” by Erik Satie
  • “Alien” by Bush
  • “English Summer Rain” by Placebo
  • “Lonely No More” by Rob Thomas

Needless to say, after nearly eight years, Summer Rain has become one of my precious babies. It’s been a painstaking process, and we’ve come a long way with each other. I look forward to letting it rest, so that I can do final edits and eventually start the submission process. And, how serendipitous is this? I got to write that wonderful last word – End – a mere two days before my Writer’s League of Texas Agents and Editors Conference. I won’t be pitching it there, of course, as it’s too newly-finished, but I still love the fact that I completed it just in time. Perfect.

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Last but not least, I want to send a quick shout-out thank you to my cousin Jen and my Monday writing group for helping me carve out time to write (especially now that the boys are home for the summer), to my fellow writer Stephanie who encouraged me to keep pushing to finish even when I was stressed with all this relocation stuff, to my cousins Gina and Nate for taking my boys for an entire day and giving me that time to write while I was in the home stretch, to ALL my blogger friends who keep telling me they want to read something I’ve written one day, and to Jason for always being there to answer any random query (“Quick: What’s a common last name for this part of Wisconsin?” “What movie do you think they’d watch on DVD in late 2012?” “What’s another popular look for women from the flapper era that’s not flapper?”). Love you guys. 🙂

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