So the world is as weird as it was two weeks ago with the added bonus of people starting to get restless. People starting to want to wiggle out of pauses and lockdowns to get back out in the world. I get it, I’d like to put my son back on the school bus too, and I go through periods of contentment and periods of mood slumps too, but if we aren’t ready to go back to whatever normal won’t be the old normal for our safety, then we aren’t.
I cobbled together a weak Easter holiday last weekend, that sadly did not involve my traditional Easter cheesecake, but everyone still enjoyed the chocolate in my house, don’t worry. A few years ago my husband said he didn’t need the Easter bunny to bring him anything until I told him about Almond Joy eggs and then he was okay with maybe a token of the bunny’s esteem. No Almond Joy eggs this year though because I wasn’t making any extra stops in the land of Coronavirus.
I am putting up a Spring image for wishful thinking.
I want to mention though how much a daily flash prompt on the Keep Writing Challenge on deadlinesforwriters.com has helped me. This is not a quarantine brag when others are just trying to make it through the day, and in many ways I am one of them just trying to make it through the day. Days can feel huge and insurmountable and long. But being in the habit of having to put something out every day has helped hone my process and for the good ideas to come sooner. For whole plots to come together quickly, when that used to be a big issue with my writing, that I could never think of anything. And reading other stories has helped too with feeling connected and seeing where others go with it. It has been my silver lining. And I got the lace scarf done that I had to tear out about a million times and it’s stunning. I love it.
In my quarantine fails, I have not kept up with running, partly due to a dead treadmill (not a well timed death, to be sure) and my lifting and exercise. I am walking and biking but it’s cold still for the spring here and it won’t stop snowing and having Biblical winds.
AND I have not queried ANY agents since my last entry because I am waiting on a revision of my submission materials. I did get through more on my list but the materials are not ready. Which is okay, because I am enjoying my flash and reading up on the books that agents recommend. I also may have submitted a short story for publication and be trying to pull another one together in my mind before a deadline, which is huge for me.
The books I talk about today are not necessarily agent recommends but they are part of my intimidating YA read down binge.
Far From the Tree, Robin Benway
Three kids all adopted out from the same mother re converge, after one of them gives up her own baby for adoption and wants to connect more with where she came from. All three of them have complicated, relatable stories, and have trouble sharing themselves and have to learn how to connect with the biological family, and what family means.
This book is all about attachment and it is absolutely heartbreaking. It is amazing how it talks about how different and the same the three kids are and how their stories each make for their own arcs, their own issues connecting, their own ways of resolving their traumas. Another amazing YA story that is so relevant to so many teens as well as engendering empathy in teens who don’t know what it is like to not have a family, or to have family come in different forms. And funny, and rings true, and made me teary for the kids, and teary from the perspective of a mom. Just loved this. So much I then picked up Emmy & Oliver.
Emmy & Oliver, Robin Benway
Emmy and Oliver were friends and next door neighbors as kids, before Oliver’s father kidnapped him. Oliver is returned to his mother when they are teenagers and the story is about the slow process of everyone recovering from the trauma, as Emmy learns to stand up to her overprotective parents and get herself into the world.
Robin Benway continues to have awesome dialogue and believable teen characters, but she is also awesome at unfolding a story about trauma and its recovery. It talks about Oliver’s family as the center of what happened as well as Emmy’s on the fringes, and Emmy’s friends, and the reconverging of them as friends and moving forward. She is so good describing the awkwardness, the resentments between friends, and Oliver’s heartbreakingly torn feelings between his parents. You don’t expect Oliver’s story with his father to resolve as a part of the story for everyone, but it does end up resolving in a satisfying and believable way. She has regular kids relatably responding to extraordinary things, but I think all kids can relate to the complications in the story. The coming back together as teens after being kids together, overprotective parents, and feeling divided loyalties.
Gorgeous stories of heartbreak! I loved these. Way too long on the TBR. I say that all the time.
In two weeks I am going to have some books recommended by agents. I only have one comp that I have actually read for my book so I am hoping I’ll have also read more.
How are you surviving the quarantine?