A Finish-Your-Novel-Or-Else Song

Have a deadline? Trying to finish your novel in a week? Trying to revise before your eyes fall out? Need motivation? A kick in the pants? Something that makes you stop sobbing?

Sometimes an upbeat song helps.

If I share mine, maybe you’ll share yours?

Here’s a song I listen to when I feel sure that the pathetic cloud of doom hovering over my mess of a first draft is about to crush me:

It keeps me from crawling under the writing desk and napping in defeat instead of finishing this new scene! (It’s also a great collaboration between two artists I love. Why didn’t I think to collaborate and write a novel with another author?! The book would’ve been done already.)

How about you? If you have a song that forces you up and keeps you going pounding those words on the page, do share. Maybe I’ll add yours to my motivating playlist.

The Book Isn’t Done Yet and the Delicious Panic Sets In

I have less than two weeks to finish the first draft of this new novel. I’m going to make it this time. I know there will be rounds of revision after this, so I really should let go and turn this in. But… yeah… I need the story to have an end first.

While I finish this draft, I’ll be away from Twitter and Facebook. I’ve turned off notifications, so I won’t see Facebook messages or Twitter DMs until the draft is done.

That will likely be Tuesday, September 6.

I’ll see emails though.

In the meantime, this is what’s been going on with me:

• My emergency writing retreat was a great success. I revised a section, wrote a good chunk of new pieces, and plowed ahead into the blank expanse. While there, the novel topped 70,000 words. The secret was going away with another writer—a writer I admire, and a writer who is also on deadline. We kept each other working and I’m stunned at how much I got done in just three nights. The other secret is being in a place where you have to pay for internet access. I refused to pay… and without wifi my mind was wonderfully cleared of static so I could write.

• Even so, the book isn’t done yet.

• I am going to the 2012 AWP Conference in Chicago—I’ve registered, booked a cheapie plane ticket, and even got a hotel room. Will I see you there? Guess what sold me on going: the keynote speaker. Did you know that Margaret Atwood made me want to be a writer? Here’s a post I wrote about Cat’s Eye some years back.

• I love how I keep distracting myself with future things like this when the book isn’t done yet.

• I am also going to another artists colony! I’m excited to say that I got accepted to the Djerassi Resident Artists Program for 2012, and I’ll be spending a month there, in the Santa Cruz Mountains outside San Francisco, this spring. I can’t believe it!

• Too bad I’m not headed there tomorrow, since the book isn’t done yet.

• I got my first-ever tattoo yesterday, a single word on my arm for my sister, in memory of our trip to Paris, and for our connection to each other. She was getting it first and I wanted to match hers, so yesterday we had them done together.

• And I’m really feeling it now. The panic… because I know I’m so close, because I have such grand expectations and I don’t know if I can fill them, because I worry if this new book will meet up to the book that came before, and, of course, simply because THE BOOK ISN’T DONE YET.

See you again once it is!

Transmission from Secret Writing Location

This week I had a medical procedure, then I crashed out and slept all day in recovery, then I skipped town to a secret location to FINISH MY NOVEL PLEASE.

You know the situation is dire when you have to leave all you know to have a hope of finishing the book by the day you said you’d finish it, and dire still when you slip into a tailspin of all caps and BEG THE UNIVERSE PLEASE LET ME WRITE TO THE END OF THE NOVEL THIS WEEKEND.

Aaaaaanyway…

I wanted to tell you two things:

The Hudson Valley YA Society event with Micol Ostow at Oblong Books in Rhinebeck went really well—and what a great experience to read with Micol! I wanted to thank the store for having us and thank everyone who came out to see us. Thank you! I’ll post some photos on my website when I get home.

…and…

I was excited to be a part of the wonderful online writing conference WriteOnCon this year. You can read my post on writing magical realism here, and if you comment you could win a signed ANZ edition of Imaginary Girls! (Note: Same cover art, same insides, but in paperback and with slight differences you’ll notice if you get one.)

I’d say more, but I have a temporary login for wifi and it won’t last much longer.

Wish me luck? Please?

Hudson Valley YA Society Event This Sunday!

I’m excited for this event this Sunday, August 14, at Oblong Books in Rhinebeck, New York. Not just am I excited to be a part of a Hudson Valley YA Society event—I was so jealous when I first heard it was forming and wanted to move back home to the Hudson Valley just so I could be in it—but I’m also excited about the other author who will be there with me.

You may remember my interview with Micol Ostow about her new novel family. You may well know that I love this book, so you can probably only imagine how much I’m looking forward to reading with her.

But there’s more.

You see, I’ve known Micol for a long time. Quite a few years ago—let’s not count—when I had nothing published to my name and was fresh out of my MFA program, I got a day job as a copy editor at a mass merchandise children’s publisher. You know, because having an MFA in creative writing really doesn’t help pay the bills. Micol worked at this publisher, too—as an editor. I’m not sure how many years we worked there together, so very very stressed since that was a stressful job… maybe two years? Because she left before I did. I still vividly remember the day she told me she was leaving to pursue her own MFA (at the wonderful program at Vermont College of Fine Arts in Writing for Children and Young Adults) and to write full-time. I was so excited for her, so impressed at how hard she worked, since I don’t think there was a day I knew her when she wasn’t under deadline, and I remember thinking… I want to be like Micol one day. I want to work that hard, and believe in myself, and make it happen.

She did. And you know what? I think I did. And now… now, years later, we’re going to be reading our novels together at a bookstore event, a thing I don’t even think I could have foreseen that day she came into my office at our stressful former day job, closed the door, and confided that she was giving her notice so she could go off and pursue her dream.

Can’t wait for Sunday, Micol!

If you’re in the Hudson Valley this weekend, I hope you’ll come see us. Sunday, August 14, at 4pm at the Oblong Books in Rhinebeck.

Surreal Moments at the SCBWI LA Conference and Beyond

I’m now back from the 40th Anniversary SCBWI conference in Los Angeles and I’ve been meaning to tell you what happened. The problem is that so much happened, I can barely get my head around it. And even more so because, when I originally registered for this conference and made my plans to go, I didn’t think I’d actually be a part of it.

I did not expect this:

Look at what it says on the bottom.

First, I have to admit that I was sad I didn’t get to meet John Green. Those who follow him must know that he had his gallbladder out recently, so he couldn’t travel so soon after surgery. But hopefully one day I will meet him and not fall all over myself telling him how much I love his books. (Paper Towns is my favorite.)

Why am I telling you about John Green? Because, due to the last-minute cancellation, I ended up being his understudy for one hour. (Sort of.) I did a session with my editor and my agent billed as a “Three-Way Conversation” in which I actually sat at a table with the both of them, speaking into a mic about my experiences with Imaginary Girls and working with them to bring the book to life. Pinch me.

Here’s a photo taken by the hilarious and even-more-amazing-in-person Mike Jung during that session. I don’t care that it’s blurry—it’s my only evidence that it did, indeed, happen. See that table far, far at the head of the room? See those three people sitting at that table? I’m the one on the left. My brilliant editor Julie is next to me and my brilliant agent Michael is next to her.

Session at SCBWI LA in which I am not in the audience, which is weird!

My time in Los Angeles involved that and other surreal moments such as:

Eating an utterly delicious dinner with my agent Michael, where we talked about my future as an author (a future he thinks I do have!) and where I admitted that I wanted to write something I was afraid to admit I wanted to write… and discovering he was absolutely beyond supportive, and how could I have expected otherwise?

Seeing my friend Emily Hainsworth, who I met for the first time at the New York City SCBWI conference two years ago—before she had her agent and book deal and movie deal—and being able to congratulate her in person on all the wonderful and amazing things that have changed in so short a time! (Look for her novel Through to You, coming Fall 2012 from Balzer + Bray.)

Getting to meet seven of my agent-sisters—okay, six of my agent-sisters: Jill Alexander, Brodi Ashton, Tracy Clark, Sara Wilson Etienne, Bethany Griffin, Emily Wing Smith (twice my sister, since we share an agent and an editor)—and not an agent-sister but still an agent-mate Bryan Bliss, who I ran into on the way to the mall my first hour in LA and roped him into going with me grocery shopping. I heard there was at least one agent-sister I did not get to meet and I’m sad because that messes up my streak.

Getting to meet many other writers I knew from online, so many I can’t even gather up the names!

Selling out of all the copies of Imaginary Girls that I’d brought for the PAL member book sale within fifteen minutes, so my editor couldn’t even find me in the room because she was looking for the table with my book cover displayed and they were all gone.

Posing for numerous photos that I wish were not tagged on Facebook. Ugh. Here’s a nice one, though:

Shannon Messenger, me, and Casey McCormick. Note: I am short.

Hearing brilliant and inspiring authors I admire speak including Judy Blume, Laurie Halse Anderson, and Libba Bray (who rocked killer silver sneakers and who is inspiring no matter where and when I meet her).

Seeing my friends from college after many, many years apart.

Witnessing my editor Julie talk about my book on her panel—and surely blushing at the compliments, and definitely feeling extra-special and honored and thrilled to be a part of her list, along with John Green and Gayle Forman and Stephanie Perkins and Emily Wing Smith and Nina LaCour and more.

• Did I mention Nina LaCour?? Meeting an author whose book I love, love, love—Nina LaCour, author of Hold Still—while wearing PAJAMAS. (Only I was wearing the pajamas; she had on normal clothes.) She is lovely. I can’t wait to read her new book, coming Spring 2012, called The Disenchantments.

• And related, hanging out with my editor WHILE WEARING PAJAMAS—while, again, she wore normal clothes. (Here I should probably point out that I was not idly wandering the hotel grounds in pajamas; the Saturday night gala had a “pajama party” theme.) Still, it’s best to appear professional and put-together in front of your editor, especially when you’re writing a novel imminently due on her desk, isn’t it? Well, all that went out the window Saturday night.

Hosting the recording of a podcast for Authors Are Rockstars in my hotel room with authors Cindy Pon, Holly Goldberg Sloan, and Suzanne Young, and attempting to not say anything stupid. Did I succeed? Here, have a listen!

Admiring the view at night from my hotel room’s balcony:

Trying to calm the nerves and get ready for my book signing—at Once Upon a Time books in Montrose, California, with authors Cindy Pon, Holly Goldeberg Sloan, and Suzanne Young! Here are some photos from the event:

The display in the window! (Or, as best as I could get a picture of it, with the glare.)

The event organizer, Alyson Beecher, speaking while Holly, me, and Suzanne look on. Photo thanks to Alethea Allarey.

Me reading IMAGINARY GIRLS... photo thanks to Jenn Reads Fiction.

Q&A time... Cindy, Holly, me, Suzanne... photo thanks to Alethea Allarey.

Signing books. Thanks for the photo, Jenn Reads Fiction!

And one last one signing books, with Lauren from 365 Days of Reading!

Thank you so much to everyone involved with Bridge to Books for organizing such a great event and making it possible for me to do a bookstore signing while in town for the conference!

Returning to the hotel after the signing and collapsing on my bed, in the dark, for an hour… it was a big day for me. I’m a shy person at heart and all the public-author things are hard on me!

Helping my editor teach her intensive class—and bringing the class cookies. My editor was teaching an intensive class on revision the Monday after the main conference ended, and you won’t believe this, but she asked me to help her! We shared our editorial correspondence for Imaginary Girls: every edit letter and response, going through all the five rounds we spent revising the book. Getting the chance to read those letters back after the book was done and undeniably out in the world was truly one of the more surreal experiences of this conference. And then knowing all these strangers could read my edit letters and emails to Julie, too, pieces I never thought anyone else but me, Julie, and Michael would see… I hope they found what we shared helpful. I know it was an honor to be at the head of the class with Julie and talk about our process turning the book into what it was meant to be. I still can’t believe I got to do it.

Getting room service and pocketing all the jam. Personally, I think you must get room service at least once when you stay in a nice hotel. I ordered breakfast the day I was to do the session with Michael and Julie in the morning and the bookstore event in the afternoon. If any day deserved room service, it was that one! I ate breakfast in bed, and lounged around, and it sure helped me relax before going out and talking in front of a whole load of people.

Hanging out and meeting many, many people in the lobby. I’m not often a social creature, but for some reason I wanted to be at this conference. I got to talk to many people in the lobby and bar area of the hotel—and put faces to those I know from Twitter. I know there are quite a few people, too, who I missed meeting! I wish I could have met everyone.

Getting inspired. There were numerous moments during the conference where I felt on fire and ready to return to my novel. This conference is a rewarding, motivating experience, and if you’re a member of SCBWI, I really think you should try to go at least once. I may never go again… but I’m so thrilled I got to be there this year.

Sneaking in a couple hours here and there of writing. And even with all of the above going on, I still found a couple hours to write. There was one moment, at night, when I was down in the lobby writing in a comfy chair near an outlet (to avoid being too close to my comfy bed and being tempted to curl up in it) when I pounded out the rest of a difficult scene amid the crowds, and maybe it was the energy of the place, of the weekend, of the people, that fueled me, but it was quite a moment.

• Packing up with the determination to finish my novel THIS MONTH.

And finally…

Seeing a lightning storm flashing through the night-lit clouds as I flew home.

What am I forgetting? A great deal, I’m sure. It was a whirlwind weekend and I still can’t be sure much of it even happened.

I’m glad I went. Thank you, SCBWI and Julie and Michael and Once Upon a Time and Bridge to Books and Authors Are Rockstars and everyone and anyone I might be forgetting!

Next up? Oblong Books in Rhinebeck for a Hudson Valley YA Society Event with Micol Ostow this Sunday!

Winner of BROOKLYN, BURNING by Steve Brezenoff

Thank you to everyone who entered the giveaway to win Steve Brezenoff’s brilliant new novel Brooklyn, Burning! I got to see Steve at the SCBWI conference in LA this weekend (more on that soon!) and he signed the ARC! I’m happy to announce the winner—chosen thanks to Random.org:

Congratulations, Hannah Loraine! I’ll contact you soon for your mailing address. I hope you love this book as much as I do.

Find Me in LA

(click the photo for where I found this image... fascinating!)

I leave for Los Angeles early tomorrow morning. If you’re attending the SCBWI conference at the Hyatt Regency Century Plaza in LA—and even if you’re not, because I am venturing away from the hotel one day—this post tells you where to find me. If you want to.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 5

SCBWI conference hotel, Plaza Pavilion
6:30–8:00 p.m. I’ll be selling copies of Imaginary Girls at the PAL member book signing—well, I hope I’ll be selling copies, because I do not have any room in my suitcase for them if I have to lug them back home to New York! And if you have a copy of Imaginary Girls with you, you’re welcome to bring it here then too, and I’ll sign it. And tell you thank you for reading it, you are very kind.

SUNDAY, AUGUST 7

SCBWI conference hotel, Westwood Room
10:45–11:45 a.m. Come see me along with my phenomenal agent and editor in this panel: “A Three-Way Conversation: The Author-Agent-Editor Relationship,” in which I’m the author, Michael Bourret is the agent, and Julie Strauss-Gabel is the editor. And in which I’m a very lucky writer, because they’re both amazing.

And here’s where I venture away from the hotel…

Once Upon a Time Books, Montrose, CA
1:30–3:00 p.m. If you’re not at the conference, please come to this “YA Rising Stars” book signing and reading sponsored by Bridge to Books and featuring me, Cindy Pon (Silver Phoenix), Holly Goldberg Sloan (I’ll Be There), and Suzanne Young (A Need So Beautiful). I’m excited! More info about this event can be found here.

Oh! And I’m also recording a podcast for Authors Are Rockstars while in LA—with other authors, too—and I’ll let you know once it’s online!

This is my second visit to LA. My first visit was with my other half, when we touched our toes to the Pacific Ocean, ate the best strawberries in the world at the farmer’s market, adventured to the desert, stalked David Lynch, stayed at a skeezy hotel in Hollywood, felt palm trees for the first time (my first time, anyway… how could I not touch them?), and deliriously decided we wanted to move out there.

…Even though I can’t drive.

Somehow, though, life and sense intervened and we stayed put in New York City. I’m excited to go back to LA, and this time for awesome bookish things. I’m excited to see some of YOU. If you see me, say hi.

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p.s. Even though I’m going away, I’m still giving away an ARC of Brooklyn, Burning while I’m gone. Enter here! I’ll send the ARC to the winner when I get home.

Author Interview & ARC Giveaway: BROOKLYN, BURNING by Steve Brezenoff

Later this week I’m flying out to Los Angeles. While there I’ll get to see the author I’m interviewing today, Steve Brezenoff, and tell him (yet again) how much I love his upcoming novel BROOKLYN, BURNING. As I’ve said before—like in this post recommending novels I’ve read recently—I want everyone, absolutely everyone, to read this book. It comes out September 1 from Carolrhoda Lab, and you have to get it. You just have to. I’m going to share an interview I did with Steve and… AND… I’m giving away an ARC of his novel now, so one of you can win it before it releases. Steve’ll even sign it too.

But first, before I attack Steve with questions, and before I tell you how to enter the giveaway, here’s more about this brilliant book. From the book summary:

When you’re sixteen and no one understands who you are, sometimes the only choice left is to run. If you’re lucky, you find a place that accepts you, no questions asked. And if you’re really lucky, that place has a drum set, a place to practice, and a place to sleep. For Kid, the streets of Greenpoint, Brooklyn, are that place. Over the course of two scorching summers, Kid falls hopelessly in love and then loses nearly everything and everyone worth caring about. But as summer draws to a close, Kid finally finds someone who can last beyond the sunset.

Brooklyn, Burning is the story of two summers in Brooklyn, two summers of fires, music, loss, and ultimately, love.

(Just a little aside to mention that, so far, it’s garnered starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Kirkus! I am not the only one who wants everyone to read this book.)

Here’s what I asked Steve—and keep reading till the end for a chance to win an ARC!

BROOKLYN, BURNING isn’t the first novel you wrote—your debut YA novel THE ABSOLUTE VALUE OF -1 wove together intersecting voices and completely transported me back to high school, and you also wrote chapter books for younger readers, and maybe you have some trunk novels I don’t know about—but with your new novel BROOKLYN, BURNING you’ve created a story that, let’s be honest here, absolutely blew me away. To put it bluntly, I loved it and I feel like it changed me as a reader and as a person. Was BROOKLYN, BURNING a story you wanted to tell all along? Or do you think everything you wrote before it led you here? As someone who wrote many hundreds of pages before IMAGINARY GIRLS—which, in my heart, is the novel I always wanted to be writing—I know it was a long time coming and couldn’t have come first out of the gate for me. Was this similar for you?

Steve Brezenoff: Brooklyn, Burning has kind of a funny origin story. Get comfortable.

For many years in NYC, I considered myself something of a songwriter. I won’t get into it anymore, but the point is I had this one line that I’d wanted to use in a song, but never did. It was “I almost kissed you once.” It’s hardly genius. But anyway, fast forward about ten years, and I sat down at my dining room table here in St. Paul and typed it out, and I was immediately like, “Woah, I am not going down this road. I am not going to write an epistolary or something. No way.” But I kept going, and wrote one pretty strong scene off that first line. (It’s not in the finished book, but a slightly edited version is. The whole scene is similarly preserved. Dare you to find it.) I liked the scene. I decided I wanted to write the story of these two street kids in Greenpoint. It started to pour out of me pretty easily, at least at first.

At the same time, I was involved in a heated debate on a certain listserve, one that was related very directly to YA literature. I won’t get into that anymore, either, except to say that the subject of the debate was gender expectations, particularly with regard to dress codes at graduation ceremonies. You can guess how that influenced the novel.

But I have to say, to maybe return to your prompt, |-1| was more—in my heart—the novel I absolutely had to write. It was cathartic. Writing Brooklyn, Burning was exciting, and I felt really confident as I worked on it, which is quite rare for me. But it was not cathartic, and it’s not even particularly personal.

A real event in Brooklyn inspired an important piece of the plot for BROOKLYN, BURNING. Was there a moment when you knew this would spark a novel? Did you find that writing about something real confined you or freed you up even more to reimagining?

And then there’s the fire, which I didn’t even mention in the origin story above. I was a good chunk into the story—in fact, my (deceased) online writing group the Otters had already read 20k words or so—before the fire appeared. In doing my research/gathering inspiration, I came across loads of photos and news stories about the fire (which happened, like you see, for real, and pretty soon after I left Greenpoint in 2006). It then became obvious that Kid, a street teen in Greenpoint, would have to be involved somehow. Then I spent a good few months wallowing in the revisions and research it would take to make that happen in the story. It was not a productive period in my writing life. So, in a sense, it confined me, for sure. But at the same time, I knew it would also be my way out of a thinly-plotted character study.

When I was writing IMAGINARY GIRLS, I was writing about a place where I once lived but hadn’t visited in many years, and for some reason this distance—having to rely only on memory—brought the setting to life so much more than if I’d been surrounded by it every day. Where were you living when you wrote BROOKLYN, BURNING? The place is so vivid and alive in the pages of your book that I can picture you sitting on a Brooklyn street curb with your notebook scribbling out scenes… even though I know you live in Minnesota now. Do you find it easier or harder to write a place when you’re not in it?

Yeah, that was tough, and I wanted to make Greenpoint a character in itself. Here’s what helped, maybe: the year I spent living in Greenpoint was a solitary year. I’d just been through something difficult—and was still dealing with it—so I spent a lot of time alone, wandering around, really observing the place. That might have made the feeling of being there a little easier to recall. Also, like I mentioned above, I looked at loads of pictures and relied on Google Maps for some details. That said, I also gave myself a lot of freedom to, um, magicalize my old neighborhood. By that I mean that I wanted Greenpoint to appear quasi-magical, at least from my narrator’s point of view, so I let myself turn Greenpoint and Williamsburg into something like magical urban summer getaways. I wanted readers to feel like an elf might pop by at any moment, or a star might land on a roof, or someone might turn into a cat, and it would somehow fit. Of course, none of those things actually happen. Have you read How I Live Now? I think Meg Rosoff pulls off that vibe gorgeously in that book.

Let’s talk about voice. I mean VOICE. I love a strong, distinct first-person voice in fiction. Voice is what makes me connect to and admire a book, and sure I can enjoy books with fast-moving plots that make me want to find out what happens, but if the voice is flat or just functional I can’t ever love these books the way I do books with strong voices that cut through me. Kid’s voice cuts through me. I feel so deeply connected to the story because of it. How did you find Kid’s voice? Since your first novel is written from four intersecting POVs, did you ever want to tell this story from multiple characters’ perspectives, or did you always know it had to be told solely through Kid?

I toyed with the idea, yeah. I toyed with giving, specifically, Konny and Jonny their own voices, but only very briefly. Perhaps I dismissed the idea quickly because, like you say, I’d just done that with |-1|, and I didn’t like the idea of repeating myself.

How did I find Kid’s voice? I have no idea, I’m afraid. It came pretty naturally from that first line and first scene I wrote, and it didn’t change much right through to the last revision. I think Kid cursed less as I wrote—much of the early cursing was probably residual Noah cursing, since I wrote him last in |-1|.

That’s a terrible answer, isn’t it? I just don’t know where characters’ voices come from. I just know when they’re working. I once saw Swati Avasthi read, and she talked about voice a little—I think she teaches a class on voice, actually—and she said it was somewhat akin to the Method school of acting. Maybe that’s a bit much, but it does seem to fit. Kid, Konny, and Felix—and Scout, to a lesser degree—were my whole world while I was working hard on Brooklyn, Burning. I spent my days looking for them in the real world, imagining what they’d be doing in my environment—at the grocery store, on the street, in a diner, whatever. It got so I felt like I was hanging out with them and studying them all the time.

You and I, we both have a publishing background, don’t we? We both worked as production editors (for those who don’t know, that’s the in-house person at a publishing house who manages the copyediting side of things for a book) at different children’s publishers. Maybe you had other jobs, too. I do know that being a production editor is a completely non-creative job that, at least for me, made me long even more to go home on my off hours and write. It made me hunger to be creative. Desperately. Did your experience working on the other side of the desk affect your writing in any way? Did being in publishing give you any knowledge that helped you get published, as it did for me?

This is going to sound so, so petty, but I’ll tell you how working as a production editor at a young-adult imprint influenced me creatively. I did a lot of moaning to anyone who would listen, to the tune of, “If all these people can sell their manuscripts, why the hell can’t I?” It got me off my lazy, unproductive butt. Of course, I was also living on my own in NYC, an expensive town, so most of my free time went to paying freelance copyediting work. Hence, I didn’t really get productive till I moved out here, to cheap-as-chips St. Paul.

As for the practical aspect of getting published, I learned enough so that I shouldn’t have made so many mistakes when it came to submitting. I did everything wrong. Luckily, I also submitted to the coolest editor in YA, who happens to live in St. Paul too. Score.

Part of the great beauty of BROOKLYN, BURNING is how the characters’ definition of gender and sexual identity are left open, never labeled. Kid can’t be put into a box. Neither can Scout. As I read, again and again I found myself reimagining what Kid and Scout looked like, until finally I realized it didn’t matter. Whatever conclusion I was left with I will keep to myself as I think it’s important for each reader to decide this alone. I do wonder about you, though. In leaving this open for your readers, was it also open for you as you wrote? Do you have your own images of Kid and Scout that you keep secret, or were you writing without forcing yourself to answer that question and attach any labels?

Ooh, I don’t know how to answer this! I think I wavered a lot, to be honest. I think sometimes things were one way in my mind, and sometimes another, and sometimes a third way, but most of the time, things were just no way: most of the time, they were just Kid and Scout, and I knew them and their voices—and even how they looked, especially to each other.

This is a book I want to give out to kids on street corners, on subway platforms. To homeless kids. To LGBTQ kids. To anyone questioning or unsure of how they fit. Congratulations on writing such an important, stunning novel that inspires such passion. Did you write this with a certain audience in mind? Do you have an ideal reader who you’d like to hand this book over to on subway platforms?

Thank you for such kind words, first of all. Second of all, and I hope this doesn’t sound terrible, but I don’t give much thought to who will be reading what I’m writing as I write it. In fact, if I think too much about it, I go back and forth between wanting every single person on earth to read this right now, and wanting absolutely no one to read it ever. It’s probably a neurosis.

Now that the book is done, and it’s going to be out in the world probably any day now, I have a similar issue happening. Sure, I want this book to be read and loved by kids . . . which is to say Kids. But at the same time, I don’t want anyone who might see themselves in it to get too close to the book, because they’ll undoubtedly see something I got wrong.

Oy.

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BROOKLYN, BURNING comes out September 1 from Carolrhoda Lab. For more about Steve visit his website, read his blog, or follow him on Twitter.

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I’m really excited that I got to ask Steve all those writing questions, and thrilled he was patient enough to answer them.

And now, do you want to win a signed ARC of BROOKLYN, BURNING? (I will answer that for you. Yes. Yes, you do.) To enter, just leave a comment on this post. That’s it. Your comment can be anything. But this is US only, sorry!

 (I’m closing this giveaway this Monday, August 8, while I’m still in LA, so let’s say at 9pm PST, and I’ll reveal the winner soon after!)