Monday, March 21, 2011

Or baby grandma kittens.

"Mom, when is it going to be ocean day?"

"What's ocean day?"

"You know, when miracles happen."

"I don't know."

Ava is a crazy cat. We just got bunkbeds for Ava and Morgan. Ava is on the top bunk and has hit her head on the ceiling a couple of times. She keeps threatening to take the bunkbed down. I would love to see her try. It took all my man strength to help Aaron put it together.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

almost there, almost there

This weekend I went to the Northern Colorado Writers Conference. Writing conferences are great opportunities to meet agents, writers, publishers, etc. They also have great classes to help writers learn the biz and how to write better. I went to NCW last year, and this year I was better prepared.

I also got to pitch my puddlejump story to an agent (from one of the most prestigious children's agencies) and a small press publisher. I decided to pitch to the publisher first, to get my sea legs and practice my pitch. I was her last pitch session (they only last 9 minutes, which is tiny amounts of time to sell your story), so she offered to keep talking to me till I met with the agent. She immediately saw the value and commercial appeal of my story and said I had an idea she felt definitely belonged at the Big 6 (nickname for the top publishing houses). Then she gave me ideas for how to pitch and present my story to the agent. She also requested a partial, in case the agent wasn't interested. Biggest help, so lucky to get the extra 9 minutes with her.

Then I met with the agent. I actually ate dinner with her the night before and talked casually with her several times before we met (I'm learning), so I wasn't nervous and after having the small press excited about my story, I felt very confident. I gave her my pitch and she wanted to know more which usually means she's interested. The tricky part about pitches is that they can't actually see your writing. But she wanted to see more and get into the story. She gave me her card and told me to definitely send my first 15 pages. Later in the day, the agent was critiquing first pages, and I told her my first page was in there.

Then I met up with some other friends, compared notes and went to another class. I definitely had the most positive pitching session of the group. Then came lunch. Before going in I told my friends to save me a seat because I needed to run to the bathroom. (You drink all day at conferences.) I came out of the stall and bumped into the agent at the paper towels. This is an awkward moment, because I've read countless stories of agents complaining about being pitched to in the bathroom. But I kept it cool and made small talk. She followed me out and then this is where it gets interesting. She asks me if this is my first pitch, and I told her that I pitched a different story last year to another agent. Then, very interested, she said, "oh yeah, what genre?"

To which I responded "contemporary middle grade"(which I later learned from the agent's class is a new trend for MG).

I can see her face have an ah ha and then she says, "Another MG."

And this is where I know I have her because agents don't want you to jump around in genres (picture, YA, poetry, MG, etc), and I say, "It's all about MG. It's where I want to live." I find my friends over at a table, and the agent came and sat with us. Poor thing, she barely got to eat because I rounded up some other MGers to our table and we picked her brain. By the end of lunch, based on my questions, I was able to demonstrate that I know the market and the industry and that I'm not a newbie. Winning.

During lunch, the small press pulls me over and tells me that she talked my story up to the agent. That I was the story to pick up. More Winning. I could have kissed the lady but kept it casual instead and just thanked her.

After lunch I had volunteered to be the agent's admin assistant for her class. So we walked and talked to the session. Then we had the anonymous page critique session afterword. My page was 1 of 20. They only liked 3 or 4. Mine was one of them. And they used it as an example of understanding the mindset of MG. Points. The session ran late, so everyone had to run to the keynote.

After the keynote the conference ended, I couldn't see the agent but I found the small press. I shook her hand and thanked her again. (Knowing she would be with the agent for dinner that night), I called out which first page was mine. She said she had guessed it and told me I had a gift and a ton of potential. I'm pretty sure she'll cheerlead for me later.

So I have a lot of work to do...they had recommended that I write the story in first (which I generally don't like) instead of third. I plan to convert the story and polish some more over the next month or two. Then send my pages. Cross your fingers for me. I'm almost there.

And even if she rejects my manuscript, I'm in great shape to query other agencies. I can almost taste it. Loud screams. Points.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

The best pest in the west

I was listening to Bryn read Ramona the Pest last night before bed. Bryn got to a part where Ramona explains that she has to make a loud noisy fuss to get her way sometimes because she's the littlest.

So I asked Bryn, "Who does that sound like in our family?" (Thinking of Morgan.)

"Lauren."

I laugh. "I was thinking about someone else."

"You mean Dad."

[Yeah, I got a house full of fussy, noisy people. Jealous?]

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

cuz like, you know.

Today, while reading the scriptures with the kids, I found an answer to something I've been praying about. I love that. Church is true.

Extra prayers for mom: her heart thing is today.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

The difference is presentation!

While playing restaurant tonight:

"Mom, I'll be a sassy young girl who lost her voice. So you'll have to order for me. I want Orange Juice and Mac & Cheese."

"Why are you sassy?"

"Because none of my friends would play with me today." (This is all backstory to her character)

"Okay, Ava."

Saturday, March 5, 2011

please sir, may I have another

My indoor tri
  • 10 min swim: 13 laps. Pretty sucky but not bad for not swimming since August. Slow and steady but I swam the whole thing.
  • 30 min bike: 14 miles. Respectable. The guy next to me biked 22....yeah.
  • 20 min run: 1.75 miles. I was running fine till minute 4, then my legs felt like 50 lb bags. I had to jog it out till I got my runner legs back. The same guy was next to me for the run. Yeah, he ran 3 miles. I think he's going to win our heat. Although my friend Melanie gave him some stiff competition. She did a 19 mile bike and an almost 3 mile run.

I'll probably come in last in our heat of 10 people. But it was 100% fun. I'm gonna need to do more of these. Mel, Alicia, Brandy, (I assume) Kendra, and I are going to do these this summer. Once the pool opens, we'll lap the pool, ride the reservoir, and finish if off with a 2-3 mile run.

good times. interested: indoortri.com You don't have to be a member of Life Time to do it.

The lifetime gym was by far the poshest gym I've ever been to. It was nicer than some spas too. No wonder it has the nickname of The Great and Spacious Building amongst the mormon folk here.

Friday, March 4, 2011

code: fine

I know I've been MIA. It has been a crazy week. I can't keep track of who or what I am. Many things have happened. Kids have had days off school. I am going to a writing conference in Fort Collins in less than a week. Mom will have her minor heart surgery (if there is such a thing as minor. HEART. surgery.) next week. And I'm doing a triathalon (on training wheels) in less than ten hours.

Am I ready for the mini-tri? No.

Am I ready to pitch my Puddlejump story at the conference? Yes. So yeah, I've been writing/revising more than running, biking or swimming.

This mini-tri is more of a whim and I'm just planning to finish. But don't be wowed, it's more like a glorified tri workout. I'm only going because my friend is headed to a funeral in Utah and I told her I would take her place. It's a swim for 10 min in the gym pool, take a quick break to change, stationary bike for 30, take a quick break, run for 15. It should be easy but I've been lazy in my training--trading the time for writing.

The funeral in Utah. Our friend Chad Coleman died from a tragic blood infection he got shortly after having his chemo tube removed (as a celebration for being cancer free for a year--he's been battling cancer for 11 years). Aaron saw him at the airport on a business trip 3 weeks before his death. He is survived by his wonderful wife Michelle and two great kids Shelby (9) and Austin (8). Shelby was one of Lauren's best friends. The Colemans just moved back to Utah in August. Lauren has been emailing Shelby since they moved and since Chad's death, Lauren and Shelby have been in touch a couple of times. It breaks my heart to see children having to grow up faster than they should. I'm constantly praying for their family.