Wow – my very first blog post ever! Scary, but kind of exciting in a way. I can’t help but feel a little pretentious also. Who knows though, I might gain some followers which is part of the point since I’m trying to start building my platform.
Who am I?
Tory Michaels is my intended pen-name when I get published. I have a little boy who just turned four, a husband and a beautiful Siberian Husky named Mika. We live in Denver for now, but given hubby’s wandering tendencies, who knows how long that will last. All I know is we need to be settled (semi)permanently before my little man starts real school in 2011.
I work in an old, well-established law firm that focuses on corporate securities. After three months, I’m still trying to get the hang of things. I came from a background of five+ years working in personal injury and community association law.
I’m mostly done with my Master’s Degree in Public Administration. Unfortunately, I allowed myself to get distracted from school with writing a novel and now I have to summon the motivation (quickly) to write my capstone paper so I don’t waste all the money we put into getting the degree. Hubby’s gonna kill me if I don’t do anything with the degree, much less fail to finish it. Sounds like it should be simple enough to finish – right?
Wrong! Instead of being able to focus just on that, I find myself far more interested in my family, writing and just about anything else that pops up (blast you, Facebook!). Amusingly, I pulled a plot point from my degree for the (I hope) series I’m working on: The Bureau of Non-Human Affairs.
I’ve been writing for as long as I remember. Once, when clearing out an old filing cabinet of my mother’s, I came across a bunch of papers stapled together, that grey stuff they use in elementary school to help you practice writing (half page of blank area to draw in and a couple of lines to print/write on), and found my very first story about a turnip that wanted to become human. Stupid, but now I sort of wish I hadn’t tossed it out of embarrassment.
I finished my very first novel (Obsession) when I was 15 (I’m 33 now), and I vaguely remember even sending a query letter on it back then. Got a rejection letter too! Didn’t keep either – I eventually tossed Obsession out of embarrassment. That book got me into some trouble with my fellow students – not that I didn’t deserve it, mind you.
Anyway, I wrote non-stop, never completing anything, but I did a lot of writing in the form of forum-type role-playing posts on various chat servers (Prodigy, etc.) up through the time I got together with my husband back in 2003. Around then, the creative urge seemed to wither. Until last year, I thought it might just be I used writing to combat loneliness and depression (a therapist-type kinda pointed me in that direction), and that I neither had talent nor real inclination to be a published author. Yet, I remember wanting to be just that throughout my teen years, though I never got serious about it.
That brings me to last year when an old cast of characters plopped themselves down in my head and refused to leave me alone (I’ll do a separate post on that later). I toyed with a few ideas, made a few false starts and then dashed out Draft One of the book tentatively called Choices. Draft two got retitled Love and Lies somewhere along the line. I felt pretty good about it, started sending queries. Got a couple of requests from literary agents to see the full, and got rejected.
A brief email conversation with the second one got me thinking and, just as a third agent asked for a full, I decided to do a full rewrite. I tossed almost the entire original plotline (keeping the main characters) and rewrote in six weeks. I’ve submitted the new version, now called Blood Rage to the agent who requested the full (she agreed to wait) and four publishers.
I have received two offers to publish Blood Rage and am waiting to hear back from the third before making a final decision.
I think that’s enough for this first blog post. More, anon!