Saturday, March 6, 2010

Two for the Price of One

When it comes to being particular, no one holds a candle to an author. We are a special breed of nitpickers, especially when it comes to our work. No matter how many times we rewrite our material, we’re rarely satisfied with the end product. It can always be edited a little better, tweaked a bit here, polished some there. But it can never be perfect. Why, you ask? If our book was perfect, then why write another? Perfection is a myth, though it is all right to strive for the best. Hence, our fastidious nature has led Stef and me to our most recent decision.

The Raven’s Heart duology (note: duology is not a real word.) will soon be a standalone novel. Yes, we are republishing, and it was no easy decision. In fact, it was sort of a happy expensive accident. We decided to republish some time ago, but it wasn’t until one of my manic, hypercritical escapes that I realized our newly-edited books could join together…as we originally intended. The story is now simply Raven’s Heart.

The first question we receive from people when we tell them of our republishing endeavor is: why? Why republish when people have already bought both novels? Why spend money you don’t have? (Okay, so I asked that one.) Why not publish something new? These are all valid questions to which we have one answer: because it’s the right thing to do.

When we first starting writing the Raven’s Heart tale in 2004, we never had any intention of releasing a two-part epic. Our lack of professional editing, lack of outside input, and iUniverse’s page-count restriction were mostly to blame. Oh, and we were completely naïve. I almost forgot about that one. So, instead of producing one completed fantasy novel, we gave the world half in 2006, the other half a year later. This is not to say that our original editions are terrible books—far from it. They are merely lacking the necessary touches the story deserves.

Fast forward a couple years, and we now have what we hope—because we’re never going to republish them again!—is the final edition. As I said before, it’s one stream-lined volume, much better edited, easier to read, embellished with Stef’s amazing artwork, redesigned inside and out, and just plain better. The price will be a much gentler pill to swallow as well. We’re excited, can’t you tell?

Getting to this point—and we’re still getting there—was not easy. Countless hours of work, arguments, money crises, family, friends, jobs, and life in general constantly attempt to derail us from our dream. There are some days we can combat it, others—thanks to the winter blues—where we just want to give up. Thankfully we have each other, and we persevere. Without our strong bond, we would…well, I don’t want to think about where we’d be.

In closing, let me just say that Stef and I can’t wait to unveil our new edition of Raven’s Heart to the world this Spring. When it comes out, we’ll finally be able to do what we love doing most: writing. We understand that some people might be turned off to purchasing another edition of a story they already have, and that’s fine. However, if you don’t buy it—here comes the guilt trip—you’ll be missing out on something special.

-Matt

Writer's Gray

Winter in Cleveland is as much a state of mind as it is a physical season. I once thought it would be great to have an excuse to stay inside and write: cup of cocoa on the end table, heating pad behind your back, nothing but time to play with words and let your mind fill the page with the workings of your imagination. That’s how it should work.

In reality, the snow piles up outside, and if you don’t get your butt out there to shovel, you won’t be leaving the driveway to get to work. Yes, work. How else do you pay the bills? I’m lucky enough to have an occupation that challenges my mind daily. Otherwise, I’d go insane. But no matter if your job stimulates your mind or not, the component of your brain that composes your fantasy story is quite different. Mine is currently starving. After a full day of activity, it’s hard to sit down and devote time to your imagination. Most writers can relate; the situation is not uncommon.

What is unique (and I can say this, seeing as Cleveland was labeled one of the worst winter cities AND one of the most miserable cities) is the stale atmosphere of the world gone blue. No, not even blue. That shade of gray that stagnates there on the bottom of the stratus clouds—you know, the clouds that blanket the entire sky so that you can’t tell morning from afternoon. It’s a color that appears when you’ve hit too many potholes, suffered too many insurmountable bills, bickered too often with your best friend and partner. It’s the color of winter: a cold and lackluster season where life is absent or hidden.

Winter in the mind is parallel to the season. Your creativity is buried beneath a heavy, wet layer of “snow” (distractions). How to muster the effort to shovel it away? Easier to let it sit there until it hardens into ice (but then when it melts, it drips down into your basement and breeds black mold…oops…). Where did all the color go that stimulates your ideas? It seems just when you start to see the grass emerge, you’re hit with another storm.

There are many personal issues provoking the problem of mental winter and writer’s gray. I refuse to complain about them now, as that’s hardly a constructive pastime. (And who wants to read about all that anyway?) I do, however, want to share a challenge that I’ve never faced before: endless editing.

We have deadlines to meet, and the pressure is building. When each chapter is re-read for the tenth time, and each chapter takes at least an hour to refine, where is that promise of spring? There must be an end to mental winter. I thirst for new ideas, new discussions, and the long walks on a summer afternoon that spark fresh questions. I want to play with words again and trod upon paths not yet taken, but spring seems so far away.

In a city where it seems few people read books (all the bookstores around us have closed), and even fewer people read fantasy (NOT kids—they don’t count! I mean adult fantasy), who cares about our novel? The answer isn’t pleasant to look upon, but you have to be honest with yourself. Winter is winter, and no matter how warm you wish it was, you’ll still get hypothermia if you linger outside without a jacket (or several).

You have to create your own spring, or at least give yourself something to look forward to. The best answer I’ve found is to simply write for yourself. Do it because you love it, and if someone should discover you, then what a joy that will be! But until then, you have to keep that shovel handy. I’m trying not to let that snow pile too thickly, because I want to see those first flowers when they emerge. I don’t set high expectations that will leave me disappointed. All I ask is just a little sunshine, and it will do me wonders.

Anyway, I should be editing, not blogging. Come on, I had to create something new! It’s all in the mind….

-Stefanie