Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Surya Bonaly's Soul Sister

I've been sitting on this news for about a week, meaning to blog it. I keep putting it off. What drives me now is that I should be working and I neither feel like doing laundry nor like actually doing the work I will be paid to do, so instead, I'll blog.




I got a rejection from Simon and Schuster's Atheneum that I'll file under "DAMN: faint praise." I won't name editorial names so as to protect the guilty, but here's a bit of a quote.
I was very excited to read ON THE EDGE. I did competitive roller skating when I was younger—and always wanted to transition to ice! However, I'm afraid the manuscript didn't quite work for me. The technical bits about skating (what it feels like to be jumping, spinning, etc.) were fascinating, but in the end, Elayne's voice struck both Emma and I as nice, but not particularly memorable.
I think it's really interesting that this particular editor got OTE since I was a competitive roller skater too back in the dark ages. If she was of a certain age and lived in the NY/NJ area as a kid, we might have actually competed in the same division.

On the other hand, having OTE labeled as "nice" but not "memorable" leaves me puzzled. It causes all kinds of crazy thoughts because one of the very things I was told to do was make Elayne "nicer" and "more sympathetic." I don't think OTE the novel lost the edge of OTE the serial... but I suppose it's possible. Or maybe that's not what she meant after all.

I guess the best thing I can do is not read too much into what anyone—even an editor from a big time house—says. I am discovering that one big difference between the agent search process and the agent-selling-to-editors process is that in the latter, people are actually honest and try to give substantive reasons for rejection rather than just fobbing you off with a non-informative stock rejection.

It's a double edge sword. Until I got an agent to actually tell me what she really thought, I couldn't fix anything. But hearing the truth, REALLY HURT. Over all, I think I prefer real rejections to stock ones.

But I know why agents and editors use stock rejections. A while back, I found a novel on figure skating. I asked the author for a review copy and he sent me one. I don't think he really understood what I wanted it for... or at least the letter which came with it was so incoherent as to confuse ME as to what he thought I wanted it for. Anyway, on reading the first couple chapters, the book was shockingly awful: stilted dialogue, info-dumps, a maid-and-butler scene, a description in the mirror, a preposterous, if not flat-out, idiotic plot... then I got to the skating. The author didn't know an Axel from his elbow. There were so many technical mistakes on one page that I just put the book down in disbelief. The poor pile of pulp belonged in the circular file, not someone's bookshelf. The nicest thing that could be said was that it had attractive cover art.

I had two choices. Either I could review it and take a chance on the bits burning right through my web server's hard drive. Or I could decline to review it and write the author a short stock note. Except I have this thing about not writing stock notes. So, I wrote as carefully worded as possible a rejection as I could muster. Diplomatic I am not, but I tried. I told him that the book did not meet our standards and I was sorry, but PI could not review it.

His reply was a stinging assessment of just how worthless PI is in the grand scheme of things. He went on and on about what a crook I was and what a doofus I was and so on and so forth that I could not find the value in his masterpiece. Finally he demanded return of his book or payment of $13 for it. First of all, books sent on review are generally not returned whether they get reviewed or not. It's a promotional expense. Second, I can get toilet paper a lot cheaper.

Now, perhaps it's true that PI is not the biggest web site in the world. We are the biggest skatefic site in the world and we have the most faithful readership of skatefic in the world... and, as I've said, you never know who someone knows.

Anyway, this experience showed me in spades exactly why agents and editors don't give you anything but stock rejections. Besides being time consuming to generate, there are always nutcases out there who will waste even more of your time and energy fussing about your rejection.

And incidentally, for his $13 book, said nutcase—I hesitate to call him an author—sent a registered letter with an envelope and another demand for the return of his book... spending about $10. He didn't, however, include return postage. My response was a nice letter saying that I'd be delighted to send his book back... on his dime. I have not heard from him since. I think I trashed the book.

It's not even worth sending to the library.




It's just over the two week mark with my daughter's genetic tests. We should know within the week if one of them came back positive. A positive result will just mean that we know for sure what's wrong. A negative result means that we have to go and do more traumatic tests: a needle biopsy or a muscle biopsy under general anesthesia.

She actually seems better than she did when we first started this. I don't know if this should make me hopeful or what. I think that one thing the reading makes really clear is that the progression of dystrophic diseases are so uneven, and so individualized that it's really impossible to say what the prognosis is. My daughter could be walking into her 50s, or she could need a power chair when she's 13. It's just so tough to tell. We don't know what will happen until it actually happens. I'm going to need more serenity than I've ever managed to muster to manage this... and i wonder where it's going to come from. My MIL sent me a neat little picture:

At any rate, I got a call from the Muscular Dystrophy Association on my business line one day. They "lock up" business people and ask them to help raise donations as their "bail." This is kind of funny, and slightly cheesy, but this year it hits really close to home. I can't think about it without tearing up. This is so very personal for me. Muscular Dystrophy isn't just some theoretical disease that some people's kids get that can't touch me. Muscular Dystrophy is in my life on a daily basis. On my donations page at the MDA is a picture of my own baby girl.

So please, help me raise my "bail" and make as generous donation as you can manage to the MDA. You can use a credit card through my MDA donations page or download the donation form and mail a check. Please do it enough before May 5th so that I can have everything ready to go when they come to take me away.




And so, figure skating had their World Championship last week. I spent hours in heaven, watching every blessed program on Italian TV's Internet news feed. RaiSport RULES. I also spent a lot of time composing blogs for SkateFAIR's newest project Countdown to the Next Figure Skating Judging Scandal. I'm tickled even more so because my posts are 4 of the 5 most read and have the most people commenting (good and bad). It's nice to know that regardless of merits, at least what I write is provocative.

So why are we harping about scandals when TV says nothing? Well, here's a clue. Apparently, sports broadcasting is SO considered "not news" that "the vendor" ie, the ISU which has spent its time protecting cheaters, supporting the incompetent and punishing whistle-blowers, gets to say what the TV announcers can and cannot say. Yes, that's right. Rumor says that the ISU gagged Terry Gannon, Peggy Fleming and Peter Carruthers. Worse yet, there are credible rumors that Dick Button wasn't even invited because of his out-spoken criticism of the ISU's short-comings. Dick Button is an American institution!

Shame on ESPN. Shame. SHAME! Bad dog. No biscuit!

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Figure Skating Rejections...

So, I got an email from my agent today. I briefly pitched an idea for a YA non-fiction book about a famous figure skater via email yesterday. When there's some more information, I guess I'll elaborate. I'd at least like to secure the skater's cooperation and possibly a contract.

The other tidbit of information was that there had been a response from one of the publishers who was reading On the Edge. Random House - Knopf Books for Young Readers rejected it because "despite the fascinating subject matter, it's too commercial."

Too COMMERCIAL?!

I thought "commercial" was a GOOD THING? Color me clueless yet again... at least figure skating is "fascinating." I asked my agent to send me a copy of the actual rejection—that's pretty standard. Half it's a way to make sure they're doing their job. The other half... well, so I'm a glutton for punishment.




I joined SCBWI a couple weeks ago and finally got my membership packet. I am whelmed by it. It's got a nice listing of publishers, good information and a long list of members... many of them local to me. Of course, the vast majority of the members in the region are "up North" so "We don't do much down there." Kind of peeves me as there are a good 20 people here and that's enough to get some good stuff going.

Anyway, the main reason I joined as that I heard that it give you little extra brownie points with editors. I don't know WHY it would as anyone can pay their $75 and join... only that it's supposed to. Maybe it only works for "members" who actually have previously published work, rather than plain "associates" who just paid to play.

I'm going to try to market a picture book that my agent isn't interested in over the transom (that's the little window over the door that authors used to throw manuscripts through). We'll see if it makes any difference. I don't really plan on a career as a picture book writer... but I have a few lurking around in my head that I would love to see done. I guess we'll wait and see.




My littlest girl goes to the pediatric neurologist tomorrow... probably for more tests, getting blood drawn, maybe muscle taken for a biopsy. I guess we'll find out when we get there.

I am pondering whether to have my oldest daughter (and myself) tested as well. I don't have to worry about getting medical insurance myself, but I don't want some company telling my girl that she cant get insurance or that they won't cover her children because she has a "pre-existing condition" ie a genetic disease. On the other hand... I don't want her going through life not knowing what's wrong with her... why her health is so much weaker than everyone else's.

The challenges just multiply!




And last but not least, the online community of writers to which I belong lost one of it's nearest and dearest yesterday. Bea Sheftel passed away yesterday morning. I didn't get along with Bea. She frequently annoyed me, often to the point where I was so angry that I would write scathing replies and then delete them. I almost kill-filed her. Bea saw in black and white. She simplified everything down to where it ceased to mean what it actually meant. It drove me up the wall because I see shades of gray. We were just fundamentally different—and far too much alike.

I couldn't dislike Bea. There are people that you may not be able to agree with, but whom you sense "mean well." Well, Bea meant well. Bea was easily as outspoken as I am. She was a woman of strong opinions and strong convictions. She was always helpful, often compassionate, sometimes wise. She wasn't "Saint Bea" but she was "Bea, a good person." She wasn't a hypocrit. She put her hands, and her time, and her money where her mouth was. You have to respect that. I do.

I felt guilty at first, because I had thought to make peace a few days ago when I heard Bea was sick. I had a bad feeling. I get them sometimes. I had a lot of regret at first that I didn't speak up and let her know that I didn't dislike her and that I did admire the goodness in her. Maybe I didn't want to be friends... but I didn't want to be enemies. It's a hard thing, knowing that chance is gone. I don't like regrets. I usually run my life such that i don't leave things unsaid, or things undone, that i don't have things to regret that I can't change... well, this one I can't change. Like I said in my post to Momwriters, "She knows now, but I wanted to tell her myself."

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Figure Skating Cranks, Stalkers and Nutcases

Back to your regularly scheduled program of skating and publishing...

So... an author friend of mine is being cyber-stalked. She wrote a really kick ass suspense novel where one of the bad guys is the Mormon church—which covers up a heinous crime. She's an ex-Mormon and so apparently she both knows whence she speaks AND she knows the difference between truth and fiction.

This novel of hers, Wives and Sisters has drawn a lot of criticism from the Mormon community, most of whom haven't read it. It's been widely and well reviewed... except by the Salt Lake Tribune, which isn't quite—but might as well be—an official organ of the church. They hated it.

Now this weird guy is stalking her. He's signing up for all kind of Mormon and Ex-Mormon forums pretending to be her, and saying all kinds of nasty stuff. He's leaving 15 evil, abusive blog comments a day on her blog. He doesn't even appear to be a Mormon himself—anymore. Rather, he's an ex-Mormon. Color me clueless, I don't get what this guy's problem is or why he has latched on to my friend to persecute.

Anyway, the point I'm coming to is, when On the Edge does finally get published—and I'm coming to believe that it will—who's it going to offend?

I mean, OTE the Serial offended lots of people. It offended people who didn’t think OTE was all that good or deserved all that much attention. It offended people who didn't like what Trev had to say about being sexually abused. It offended people who didn't like how OTE vilified Russians or suggested that domestic abusers could actually change.

OTE the Serial actually got me cyber-stalked by some nutcase woman who was jealous of anyone who remotely appeared to be a bigger Ilia Kulik fan than she was. This woman followed me around, posted nasty responses to my posts, canceled newsgroup posts, drove me off RSSIF... scared me a little. After all, at that point, I was a housewife with a really amateurish web site. Why was this woman obscessed with me? There really was no answer... she was a nutcase.

So anyway, back to who I'm going to offend. I'll probably offend half the parents in the country. OTE the Serial was pretty graphic as far as sex and it's been a hard choice whether to "tone it down" for the YA market. I haven't yet decided if I really will or not. but it makes me wonder if I'm going to be the subject of book burnings and bannings. Well, bring those on, you can't BUY press like that. I hope The Onion writes a satirical piece about how OTE promotes profligate sexuality among today's youth. J.K. Rowling will be eating my dust.

Excuse me, I was dreaming there...

Anyway, like I told my friend Natalie, when you write something controversial you shouldn't be surprised when you get people stirred up. But the nutcases... I am not looking forward to the nutcases. Skating is just full of 'em.

A Late Update

I meant to post this a long time ago, so, I back dated it... but this one is new.

Figure Skating Fiction Gets Submitted