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Two Essential Pieces of your Plot

Posted by tomleveen at 5:40 pm

 Joy and I recently got to have dinner with some amazing people, ranging from college professor-friends and bookseller-friends to author-friends and teacher-friends. We got to hang out for a bit with incredible authors PJ Haarsma and Frank Beddor. Some of you may remember PJ from my ill-fated attempt to climb a mountain a while back.

We got to hear a friend of ours pitch his first realistic YA novel to us around an Italian dinner. I won’t divulge the plot here—thought it was very cool—but there are two things he said that leapt out at me and made my little writerly heart shout for joy. These are two of the critical things your pitch needs, which means they are two things your plot needs. Ready?

 1. “…but he has this secret.”

 All protagonists have secrets, whether they know it or not. This secret is tied directly to the plot. Maybe she doesn’t even know she has this secret. Protagonists (and antagonists) are people, too! The secret may be “small,” and undergird the character choices he makes from page to page. Or maybe they are huge; like, say, “I’m in love with a vampire,” or “I’m the most powerful wizard ever born.” You know, little stuff like that. In PARTY, Beckett’s secret is about her mom, and that secret propels her to take action.

So what is your protagonist’s secret, and how does it impact your plot?

 2.  “Then one day…”

 This. Yes. Perfect.

Remember that in your story—long or short—today is the day that everything changes. Whatever your protagonist took for normal is about to be upended all over the place. Whether that’s an interstellar space opera adventure, or running into That Guy in the library, it doesn’t matter. Nothing will be the same after today. This is the piece missing from a lot of queries I’ve read.

And a lot of plots.

In ZERO, Amanda meets Mike, and nothing will ever be the same for her. Today’s the day everything changes.

 Now let me clarify this one a bit:

PARTY takes place over the course of only about 12 hours. My upcoming realistic YA, MANICPIXIEDREAMGIRL likewise takes place over only one night (but with flashbacks interspersed). My upcoming YA horror novel, MONSTERS, takes only about a twelve hour period to resolve.

But that’s not what I’m talking about here. I’m not talking about cramming a whole plot into a 24-hour period. I’m saying that chapter one, wherever it begins on the calendar, pushes the boulder down the hill and your protagonist will have to deal with those effects for the rest of the book. Make sense?

*Important Note*

I would avoid using these phrases in the query itself at all costs. The secret and how today changes everything should be evident in your summary of the plot.

So take a look at that NaNoWriMo manuscript sitting in your thumb drive. Does your protagonist have a secret, and is today the day everything changes?

Don’t worry if not; that’s what revision is for.

See ya! (And pick up copies of PARTY and ZERO for holiday gifts, a’ight? Cool.)

~ Tom

Why We’re Maybe Not All Doomed

Posted by tomleveen at 3:04 pm

*Spoiler Alert* I’m gonna be swearin’! You’ve been warned.

So it’s been a righteously shitty few months over at the homestead, I’m not gonna lie. Nor am I gonna get into details because frankly, the list is epic and I don’t have the energy after the day I’ve had. See, there was this huge windstorm last night, and it knocked over the double-gate to my backyard. I mean, this thing was flat on the ground, snapped off at the posts, no shit.

The only reason I noticed, though, was that my dog Jacob kept going out, coming in, going out, coming in . . .

Which made me think, “Where the hell is Callie?” my other dog, whom I’ve had for something like eight or nine years now. A really happy, slobbery shepherd/retriever/maybe-chow mix. My first big dog. My first dog, really. So I tell Toby, “You know what Han Solo always says: I got a bad feeling about this.”

Sure enough, Callie is gone.

I don’t know for how long. As much as eleven hours is possible. We drive around, we post flyers, we cancel our trip out of town. And of course, there’s still the gate to contend with. Trust me when I tell you this is the shit cherry on my fucked-up-couple-months sundae. So in my head, because I’m too defeated to say it out loud, I pretty much just give up. On life, on people, on hope, you name it, the hell with it.

Here’s why we’re maybe not all doomed.

I call one of my best friends  and tell him about the gate. His response is, essentially, “Lemme grab my tools, I’ll be there in an hour.” I dunno if you’ve ever been in Phoenix in late June, but…it’s toasty out. And there is no shade by this gate. Did I mention my back went out so my help is basically limited to standing around?

But sure enough, he was there in an hour and going to work on that gate. My biggest contribution was driving to Lowe’s for the lumber.

Well, just as he’s wrapping up, the phone rings. It’s a neighbor a few streets away who, naturally, we’ve never met. They have Callie.

They took her to the vet to check for an RFID and get her checked out. They cancelled their plans to go out of town to help this dog they found in a school playground.

Start to finish – from the time I realized Callie was gone and the gate was smashed to getting Callie back and the gate back up – about five hours.

Well, this lovely older couple who found Callie of course refused any reward, nor would they even let me pay for the vet. So I go to our favorite local Italian restaurant to get them a gift card; it’s not enough for having my dog back safe and sound, but it’s something. The little Italian lady behind the counter asks me what the card is for. I tell her about Callie. She nods, nods, nods…then shoves a to-go cup at me and says, “Here. Go get something to drink. It’s hot out there. And I’m happy for you and your dog.”

So…

What could have and by rights should have been one of the worst of the worst days for me actually turned out pretty damned stellar. See, those people are still out there. My friend, this old couple, the restaurant owner. People like them, they are still out there. And by god, I needed to know that now more than ever after this last couple weeks. Yeah, it was a pain-in-the-ass kind of day, but I have my dog back, my gate up, and I discovered that just when I thought I could never and would never trust another living soul, these four folks showed up and took care of business. My business. They didn’t have to. They didn’t owe me.

They did it because that’s what you do.

So this week – this life – I hope you and I can both remember that when the shit looks shittiest, people like this are still out there, and they still care, even for people they’ve never met. Americans – the whole human race – we’re not doomed after all. Not while there’s this kind of community and selflessness happening. So hang in there.

Sidebar, I am so not kidding: Get your pet microchipped.

Have a great and safe holiday week.

What scared you?

Posted by tomleveen at 2:07 pm

Greetings to my three and a half blog readers! I know, I need a new website, something where I can and will post more often and talk about things that maybe matter in some small way. But I digress! What scares you?

Right now, I am either rapid-cycling or my barista gave me caffeine in my coffee drink. I don’t know which. But I’m all kinds of amped. Which is nice after the last couple weeks. But I digress! What scared you?

I was listening to Stephen King’s Danse Macabre and thinking about my background, which really is in writing horror short stories as a kid. I’ve got about six different projects brewing right now, and one of them just so happens to be a horror story that I hope will more middle grade, but knowing me…well, it’s hard to say. I got to thinking about what books or stories actually, really scared me as a kid. Movies are easy; maybe you saw my Halloween blog post about them. But books? It takes a different flair to give someone the creeps (or terrors) than it does on film.

Then I remembered the inimitable (and late) John Bellairs. The Mummy, The Will, and The Crypt is decidedly MG, but when the withered mummy shows up on a dark and stormy night…dude. That was creepy in fourth or fifth grade, no kidding. All of his kids’ books are awesome, some moreso than others, but none of which are merely passable. It was such a shame to lose Mr. Bellairs, and he’s someone I wish I could’ve met. I don’t hear his name crop up during discussions about scary books for kids, and I’m usually met with blank stares when I mention his name on panels and the like. This is truly too bad, and I hope you’ll give him a whirl. Start with The Curse of the Blue Figurine, or go straight to Mummy, whichever. But you can’t pick a bad one. (The possible exception are the novels released after his death, which were completed by someone else. Eh…I get it? But you can sort of “taste the difference.” )

Now, listen, let me couch what I’m about to say quite carefully, all right? I love Goosebumps. And Fear Street. They came around after I was past the age of his target audience, but only just barely, and I still (proudly!) have an almost complete collection of the original GB series. And yeah, I still read them. But let’s be serious: Stine is to kid lit as Saw 12 is to fine cinema, no? Oh, it might be fun. Maybe even one or two are memorable. They might even give you a chill or two. But can you give me three protagonists by name? I tried this and came up with: Carly Beth and Slappy. That’s one protagonist, and one villain. That’s it. I remember the endings to many of them (since endings were really what they were all about, other than manufactured page-turning cliffhangers). Compare this to Johnny, the Professor, or Fergie from Bellair’s Mummy series. Or Lewis Barnavelt, Uncle Jonathan, and Rose Rita. Bellairs wrote characters; Stine wrote sit-coms.

That’s not a complaint! It’s not even a fact, it’s just an opinion. Bellairs has a damn near literary quality to him that Stine doesn’t, and that’s okay. But what I wonder is, is there room for that kind of literary kids’ fiction? Is that what I’m even writing? (Don’t break your arm pattin’ yourself there, skippy, amiright?) Has the old guard of librarians already passed, to be replaced by fresh, young librarians who have no idea who Bellairs is? The thought is chilling. Which I guess is appropriate…

Anyway. I’m still researching this, and think maybe I’ll even pitch it as an article. Meanwhile, I’m watching my first film The Moon Daemon, shot on an ancient VHS videocamera, wherein the VHS unit itself had to be carted around seperately from the camera. Yeah, I’m that old.

But one last thing about The Moon Daemon. (Chad? Don? You out there?) And this ties in more specifically to the message I always try to convey at my school visits and other panels.

Three 13-14 year olds improvised a three-act structure script (we had no actual script, we literally made up the scene as we went along. Yes, it shows.), shot it, edited it, and put it together. Silly, even stupid? Yes. But so much fun. And we did it. Several adults, including my dad and at least one teacher, helped us get it done, and even let us screen it at school.

More of that for our kids, please. Much, much more of that.

Happy Halloween…in June.

(P.S. I’ll be at Changing Hands on June 17 at 1 pm to be part of a reader’s group for ZERO. Hope you can make it!)

Mayans, Shmayans

Posted by tomleveen at 11:50 am

So I was reading this message board earlier in which the casual question was asked, “If science suddenly proved 100% for sure that the Mayans were right and the world’s going to end in December…what would you do today?” A fair and fun question, and once you — meaning, I — stop looking at it critically (the utter and complete breakdown of global society, etc.) the end purpose is, of course, to see what your priorities really are or ought to be.

The thing is, and I mentioned this in PARTY, you can’t functionally live each day like it was your last. You can’t. Or, you could, but you’d end up broke, in prison, and/or dead very quickly. I, for one, would immediately resume unhealthy habits that I fought for years to get rid of, and it’s only because I choose to assume and hope I’ll be around long enough to enjoy the long term benefits of having quit.

But what you can do is assess what you really want outta this gig. When I go to schools and tell students they can do anything, there are realities to contend with, sure. If the entire room wants to be NFL quarterbacks, well…that’s probably not gonna happen. True enough.

My argument is this: If you relentlessly pursue that goal, you will find other opportunities opening up that may make you even happier, and certainly no less happy, than if you’d gotten the big dream.

I always wanted to be a movie star (who doesn’t?). Some of my theatre friends and I always just assumed that’s where life would take us. Well, it didn’t.  (Thank goodness.) But I spent 11 years having a great time doing shows with my own theatre company. I had three great years of music and theatre and art at Chyro Arts Venue. I wouldn’t trade those for anything. I even got to make some very fun and very low budget movies with my best friends. Totally worth it. [That link is NSFW; language!]

So maybe you won’t be an NFL quarterback. But have you ever considered how many jobs are associated with just one NFL broadcast game? All the TV positions, all the on-field positions, all the behind-the-scenes positions? Going after that first goal will, I promise you, reveal and open doors you hadn’t even thought of.

You can’t live every day like it was your last. You gotta pay the bills. You have to hope and plan for tomorrow. But for crying out loud, don’t use that as an excuse to give up and just watch TV all night. Whatever it is out there that you want to do, go do it, and don’t let anyone stop you.

In other news:

ZERO comes out April 24! There will be a big release party at Changing Hands, so please come! And please get your copy that day or week from a brick and mortar store. It’ll help me and it’ll help them and, I daresay, ultimately it will help you. Bookstores and libraries are among those thing you might not realize how much are missed until it’s too late.

Speaking of Changing Hands, don’t miss this year’s Yallapalooza at the downtown Phoenix library. Classes and authors and signings and food and…just be there, it’s going to be sweet!

Take care,

~ Tom

I Thought That I Heard You Laughing/I Thought That I Heard You Sing

Posted by tomleveen at 12:24 am

If you follow me on Facebook (and you SHOULD!) you may have noticed a few recent posts about mix tapes.

First, I have to say, I feel bad for the youngin’s out there who will never fully appreciate this lost art. John Cusak in High Fidelity has a great speech about mix tapes that well-encapsulates their essence, magic, and, I daresay, necessity in figuring out one’s own pet angst.

Take this lovely doozy as a for-instance: The title of the mix is APOLOGLIES. (Read that carefully. Neat little word trick there, no?) Some of the song titles include Don’t Come Around Here No More; Sell Out; Bang and Blame; Beat on the Brat; Broken Circles; Indifference…

Cripes, who was I so mad at in December of 1994?

Then there’s the apparently bleak, oppressive, thoroughly hopeless Christmas of ‘92. Mix title: Can I Have Some Time Alone? (cribbed, of course, from R.E.M.’s backing vocals on It’s The End of the World As We Know It). This lil beauty includes such Christmas gems as The God That Failed; Losing My Religion; Born to Lose; Sorrow; Am I Evil; and, yes, It’s The End of the World.

You’ll be happy to learn, I hope, that I feel much better now. Merry Christmas!

As I mentioned on Facebook, I’m sort of appalled at how many of these songs I’m just flat-out missing. Some I have no idea who the band is. I don’t have the tapes anymore; these are just the paper sleeves that went into the cassette cases. Something else Today’s Youth won’t ever understand: New Tape Smell. Who’s with me?! Man, I haven’t smelled a new cassette tape in forever. Geez. Now I need to go make a mix tape.

Anyhow, it seems appropriate that I should be sorting through these paper sleeves just as R.E.M. is disbanding, because they feature so prominently on these mix tapes. I was one of the world’s biggest R.E.M. fans for a long time. That time passed awhile back, but I still appreciate them, and still enjoy the music. Just not on quite the rotation as in years past. Thanks, fellas.

Bring back the mix tape! There’s far too much consolation to be had in their creation. Making a “playlist” is a poor substitute for decorating a sleeve. Where’s the art? Where’s the painstaking wait as you listen to each song as it records? None of this drag-and-drop crap; I want a dual-tape deck, man. I want to be alone in my room and tell my posters that no one understands!

Okay, I still do that, so, happily, some things don’t ever change.

If you haven’t heard, there’s a third novel of mine coming out in 2013, and I’m right in the middle of my first round of revisions. And, as I do for all my novels, I’ve created a playlist for it…but it’s not the same. Still! Always good to back and mine the insanity of high school for plot fodder. (Plot Fodder, also a good name for a band.)

In other news: Toby is cute. That is all. ZERO comes out in less than six months!

When Is Done, Done?

Posted by tomleveen at 7:03 pm

Wow, hey, long time no blog!

So I just typed “The End” on a new manuscript I’ve had on a low simmer for a year or so. Is it done and ready to ship off to Random House? Eh…not quite.

Everyone’s process is different, and mine changes based on other life events. Say, an impending rupture of my wife’s belly. Like every other first time parent, I have no idea what to expect when the little guy shows up, but I’m pretty sure things are going to be different. Not to put too fine a point on it.

So my goal was to get at least one more manuscript done and shipped to my agent before he arrives in August. So far, I’m on track to do that. But with this magical “The End” dangling off the final page, what’s next?

For me, it’s a break or a switch. Some writers, I believe Stephen King is among them, recommend putting the story away for no less than a month, three if you can manage. I happen to agree…but I’m not that patient. So I’ll put it away for a week instead. This is not a recommendation, it’s just me. During that time, I’ll either do nothing except maybe play video games and catch up on my reading, or (more likely) I’ll get to work on a different story, something in a totally different voice and setting.

I’m about 10 to 20 thousand words shy of a marketable YA novel with this story, so when I go back next week to check in on it, I’ll be keeping an eye on where bridges need to built, how characters can continue to grow and develop in context of the arc, and almost certainly find some new plot threads I wasn’t even aware were in there. What I won’t do is “pad.” Good writing is tight writing. I can’t add for the sake of adding. I’m not worried though, the words will show up as they need to, and when it’s done, they’ll belong there. (One hopes.)

This story has been a beast, and not in the good way. With PARTY, I dealt with subjects I wanted to know more about. With this one, I plumbed some parts of my high school career that I’m not proud of. That’s a much different challenge; to go back and examine just how badly I screwed things and people up back then. And the more I looked, the more I realized I only scratched the surface. I don’t think I was a bad guy, but man, when I made a mistake, I committed. I suppose it also depends on who you ask…

So this one is part homage, part mea culpa, part exorcism. With any luck, we’ll see it on shelves someday.

But first: revision. Then more revision. And…more revision. That’s how it works.

In parting, let me recommend a book to all you aspiring novelists (or published novelists for that matter), if you can find it: The Writer’s Digest Genre Writing Series: How To Write Mysteries by Shannon Ocork. No matter what genre you work in, just gloss over the specifics to mystery novels if you don’t write them, and pay attention to everything else she says; she touches on several subjects other books neglect, and has a style that’s easy to understand. I’m going to go back over this one with a hilighter, and I already know it will be one of the books on writing I’ll be turning to again and again. Absolutely great book.

P.S. ZERO comes out in April! Woo hoo!

Take care,

~ Tom

Happy Anniverary, PARTY!

Posted by tomleveen at 10:29 pm

Wow. So it was a year ago today that PARTY first hit the shelves. A lot has happened — but then, isn’t that true for all of us?

LOOKING BACK:

I discovered two things that I love most about this job: The book people, and the reader people. I’ve met the most amazing booksellers, educators, and authors this year, and I’m indebted to all of them for helping me out along the way. It’s amazing how many awesome authors live in Arizona. And there’s more on the way. But they’re not just good writers; they are great people. Lisa McMann, Robin Brande, Jon Lewis, James Owen, Janette Rallison, Aprilynne Pike…and those’re just the authors. I’ve met friends of friends who I now call my friends too, who love a mean game of Apples to Apples and who sincerely love books and those who write them. I’m just one lucky son-of-a to have met them all.

Then there’s the students I get to talk to at the various high schools and libraries. They’re the real thing, and the real reason I want to do this for the rest of my life. The stories I’ve heard from them and from their teachers and administrators has made me so angry I couldn’t see straight. I am constantly appalled at how many parents out there really don’t get it. For awhile I thought that my PARTY characters were merely vague mirrors of me (and they are) as a high school student. After meeting so many teenagers, though, I realize that people like Mr. and Mrs. Lewis, Morrigan’s parents, are more common than I’d thought.

It’s pretty much my mission in life now to reach as many teens as I can and let them know they can do anything. Sure, there’s a certain measure of “being realistic” that maybe should be observed…but honestly, all said and done, teenagers are biologically wired to be reckless, and I think they should be. Not in a life-threatening way, of course; not in a drink-and-drive kind of way, not at all. I mean in a “I can accomplish anything” way. That’s the message, and I won’t stop saying it. Deal.

Since PARTY, I’ve sold my second novel, ZERO, which should be out about a year from now. So that rocks. I’ve got seven or eight novels in the works at present, I’ve gotten to speak at conferences and write articles, I’ve gotten to teach classes. All in all — a great year. And I saw none of it coming.

LOOKING AHEAD:

So there’s ZERO, and I’m excited to see it finally on the shelves. There’s another couple of possible projects being discussed, but I don’t think I can comment any more than that on it just yet. I’m hoping to release a “new” chapter of PARTY as a free PDF soon, and with a little luck, at some point I hope to have an audiobook ready to go. Time’ll tell.

Then there’s the baby.

Why do I have seven or eight books cooking right now? Because come August, I simply have no idea how exactly my life and schedule is going to change. There’s  a baby boy on the way, and…I just don’t know. I can’t wait to meet him, I know that much. I also know that I can’t not write, but I don’t know when or how just yet. I’ll have to ask him.

I’m working on getting a regularly scheduled video blog/vlog/whatever going, but my technology is not currently cooperating. I’m planning on some live-stream events, and am getting setup to do Skype visits. Here’s hoping that all works out!

Mostly, I just want to say thank you to all the readers, all the reviewers (yes, good and bad alike…both are instructive). I’ve gotten to do what I always dreamed of doing, and it’s sometimes unreal. But it should go to show you that anything is possible.

Hear me? Anything.

See ya.

What happens at Tech Week stays at Tech Week

Posted by tomleveen at 11:53 am

It’s tech week for Romeo and Juliet. (And tix are available online at Showup.com, only $11.50 if you buy online, $15 at the door. Do the math.) Tech week basically means I have a hundred other things I should be doing other than updating my blog…

But some of those things include non-R&J related items, like homework. And revisions for ZERO (due in Spring 2012! Yay!). Also, laundry.

It’s been more than a year since I last directed a show, Talk Radio, at the now-departed Chyro Arts Venue. And like every one of the thirty-five shows I’ve directed since 1990 (starting with a terrifically maudlin and wholly angsty original play called I Want To Be Free…yeah, let that genius title sink in for a moment), it all comes down to the cast.

I don’t mean their skill or talent, which this cast has in abundance. I will always stand by my casting – any directing skill I may have is about 90% finding the actors who can make sense of my direction and do a phenomenal job despite what I tell them to do. 

I had opportunities to Make Something Of Myself in theatre, both as an actor and a director, and pretty much passed them up to go it alone. I’ve never regretted those choices, though I confess sometimes I wonder “What If.” No, I’m an author of young adult novels, the best freaking job ever invented (and it was largely invented). Writing is where I belong, and I’d be doing it whether there was money involved or not.

…just like theatre.  I think I’ve been paid three, maybe four times to direct. Grand total: Maybe a thousand bucks (spread over 22 years). I do this directing thing from time to time for two reasons.

One, it’s instant gratification storytelling. I know that in six to eight weeks, I will have a completed product, a completed story. Novel writing can take two years or more from start to finish.

Two – it’s the people. The cast and crew. The audience. This R&J cast, like so many before, are just great people, period. Some actors have enormous resumes, others are making their debut. And every one of them has worked hard, laughed hard, and made the entire experience a reminder of why I love to direct plays. You become family when you produce a show. Sometimes, great and lasting friendships develop. More than once I’ve had cast members end up marrying.

Pretty sweet.

So if you’re in the area, or want to – you know – fly in for the night, then come take a look at our production of Romeo and Juliet.  (Chicks With Swords! Can’t beat that.) Hopefully I’ll get some video or photos posted to my Facebook soon.

Curtain going up…

“Pipin’ hot Grady’s Oats!”

Posted by tomleveen at 3:21 pm

Happy New Year!

So the holidays are officially over, I guess.  In the last three hours, I’ve been contacted to do three school visits; received word that revisions for book #2 are en route tomorrow; and had some terrible oatmeal that is threatening to ruin my night of  – wait for it – Social Distortion, live in concert.

Okay, so, the oatmeal thing is unrelated to the holidays, it’s just pissing me off.  I hate “stomach issues.” Headache, cold, flu, stroke, coronary, a face-ectomy…fine. Just don’t let me be queasy, it’s all I ask.

In other news, giant Woo Hoo’s to A.S. King, Robin Brande, and Adam Rex for various and sundry book awards this week!  Now I want one! All the cool kids got ‘em…  Okay, no, seriously — one thing I am always happy to tell people about my line of work is the true awesomeness that is YA authors.  I’ve had a chance to meet so many this past year, and made great friends among them.  I love the writing.  I love the school visits.  I love the booksellers and Book Babes.  And I love that the other authors I get to hang out with now are just so friendly, encouraging, and funny.  It was enough to get a book on the shelves; to gain new friends is something I’d never considered.  Me = lucky sucka.  And congratulations to everyone on the various lists!  Well earned.

[Whoa - HUGE belch. That helped.] 

Speaking of which — authors, not belches — don’t miss the next YAllapalloza at Changing Hands on Saturday January 29!  The list of cool people who will be there is too long to list here, but hit the website, see for yourself: it’s gonna rock.

If you’re in the area and looking for a fun writing class experience, I’ll be at Scottsdale’s Mustang Library January 22 at 1 pm to teach a class.

Finally, get ready for a Romeo and Juliet like you’ve never seen.  People are gettin’ killed before the first line gets spoken.  It’s going to be awesome.  And I’m directing it!  February 25 – March 12 in Scottsdale.  Only $11 bucks when you pre-order online! C’mon, that’s sweet.  Links, photos, and more forthcoming.

[Ahhh, Club Crackers...soothing.]

Thus with a kiss, I die.  From bad oatmeal.

P.S. You are awesome.

Coming up…

Posted by tomleveen at 10:18 am

First order of business:  Be careful out there this holiday season.  Seriously.  The latest-greatest whatnots aren’t worth a car wreck or getting trampled on.  Are we cool?  Cool.

Next item up for bid, I have a new/additional blog at http://tomleveen.livejournal.com/.  The blog you’re reading right now? Semi-professional.  The Livejournal? Not so much.  That’s all I’m sayin’.

Many fun appearances coming up!  Barnes & Noble Desert Ridge on Nov. 30 at 6 pm with the always-amazing Lisa McMann, for a fundraiser for a local high school.  Much Fun! 

Next, Palamino Library here in Scottsdale teaching a writing class.  That’s December 3 at 230 pm. 

After that, another writing class at Civic Center Library in Scottsdale on Dec. 6 at 4 pm.

And don’t forget YAllapalooza at Changing Hands on January 29!  Oh-Em-Gee, so much fun, you don’t even KNOW.

Okay-doke, I’m neck deep in revisions for, at last count, three books, so…see ya soon?

~ Tom