The Ways We Struggle – Jessica Spotswood

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Please welcome author Jessica Spotswood, whose debut YA novel Born Wicked was released last month! Jessica grew up in a tiny one-stoplight town in Pennsylvania, where she could be found swimming, playing clarinet, memorizing lines for the school play, or — most often — with her nose in a book. Now she lives in Washington, DC with her brilliant playwright husband and a cuddly cat named Monkey. And today she talks about how she’s struggled with and found ways to tackle her anxiety disorder.

     

The Way I Struggle by Jessica Spotswood

I was twenty-seven when I was officially diagnosed with anxiety disorder, and started taking medication to help control it. It gave name to something I’ve struggled with since I was a little girl. The more I chatted with my therapist, the more I realized how much of me was wrapped up in being anxious: my need to please, my conflict-avoidance, my perfectionistic tendencies, my dislike of the unknown or any deviation from routine. I’ve always had a bit of a death-grip on control.

The medication helps. I fought against the idea of needing it, felt shamed (see: perfectionist). But it quiets the worries that circle my brain like vultures. I don’t think it’s coincidence that a few months after I started taking Lexapro, I started writing fiction again for the first time in years. Without that incessant anxious chatter, there was suddenly much more space in my mind — space for stories and characters to grow.

But to say I am cured would be a lie. I have good days and bad — sometimes good weeks and bad. Publishing is not always an ideal career choice for a girl who loves to know what to expect (um, understatement?). I never know what to expect. A debut year feels like bumbling through a funhouse blindfolded. After publication, I had no control over reader’s reviews, or trade reviews, or what anyone thinks of the words I’ve so painstakingly crafted. I can’t control my book’s sales, or whether it hits the NYT list, or whether movie rights will sell, or whether I’ll be sent to this conference or invited to that event, no matter how much I may want those things. I don’t know when my day will be totally rearranged by an email from my editor with an idea or an exciting piece of news to reveal.

Sometimes that feels exciting. I am, after all, doing what I’ve always wanted to do! But sometimes, the worries and uncertainties seem to multiply into a swarm. The kind of compartmentalization one needs to separate the creative from the business, the writing from the publishing, the joys from the stresses — it is hard for me to come by. And on those days, I try to remember that my brain is a bit more easily overwhelmed than most, and I journal and read and wait it out. I am still learning, slowly, that exercise and productive tasks — and writing, if I can manage it — are always better than the shadow-comforts of cheese fries and naps and wine.

The biggest challenge was finding out that I was going on tour. I was flattered to be asked to do a few East Coast bookseller dinners and to join the Breathless Reads tour. But for a girl who organizes things relentlessly — well, not getting an itinerary until a week out drove me mad. I didn’t know what to expect from school visits, having never been to one as either author or student. I’d only been to a few author events at local stores. I couldn’t picture anything. Cue the anxiety! I was basically terrified for weeks beforehand. I couldn’t shut off the static worry and write. I had an upset stomach for days. And to top it all off, I was furious with myself, ashamed that I couldn’t push away the nerves and just be excited already! I remember piteously telling my husband I didn’t want to go, that I just wanted to stay home. And meanwhile, everyone else was so excited for me! It was mortifying.

But the thing about anxiety — the thing I know, but I sometimes lose sight of — is that I can wait it out. The “Omg! Scary!” signals from my brain only last so long. The first week of tour was rough, a jangle of nerves and early-morning flights and stress. But by the second week, I knew more or less what to expect. Each event, each flight, was a little different, but I found a routine in it. And as I kept surviving, and grew to expect that I would survive the next day too, I started to actually have fun. And I suspect (hope?) that my career will go like this too — that every book will be different, but with each I will know a little more about what to expect, and that my confidence in surviving the ups and downs and uncertainties of a life in publishing will grow, too.

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Movie rec: Whisper of the Heart

Apologies for the slightly neglected blog — this has been a busy week for me! One of the things keeping me busy has been the Studio Ghibli film series showing at Toronto’s TIFF Lightbox Theatre this month.

You’re probably familiar with Studio Ghibli even if you don’t know it. They’re the Japanese animation studio behind Princess Mononoke, Spirited Away, Ponyo, and the Howl’s Movie Castle movie. I’ve enjoyed all the Ghibli films I’ve seen, but there are a bunch I’ve missed, so my husband (who loves everything Ghibli) and I are getting to catch those on the big screen. The first one we saw, Whisper of the Heart, I’d particularly recommend of YA fans.

At first glance, this is a fairly simple story about a girl in her early teens (she’s finishing her last year of middle school, which in Japan would put her at 14 or 15) dealing with the typical challenges of family, friends, and boys. But the characters are so well-written that they don’t feel typical at all, and the movie explores some pretty deep themes, like taking risks in order to pursue your passions and the idea that you discover your talents by working at them — you’re not going to be born with an already perfect skill. It also has a very sweet and believable romance, based on an emotional and personal connection rather than “OMG he’s so good looking!”

And if that isn’t enough, you also get to hear the classic song “Country Roads” translated into Japanese! 😀

Even if you’re not already an anime or Ghibli fan, I highly recommend checking it out.

The music of The Way We Fall – “In The Sun”

The next song from The Way We Fall‘s unofficial soundtrack is “In The Sun” by Donna De Lory:

I mentioned last week, when talking about “Stars All Seem To Weep, that there were two songs I associated with the end of the Quarantine section of the novel. “In The Sun” is the second one. Some of the lyrics could relate directly to Kaelyn’s thoughts about her falling out with Leo (“I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes/’cause when you showed me myself I became someone else”) and her fears and uncertainties (“I don’t know anymore/What it’s for”).

But I think it’s ultimately a more hopeful song than “Stars All Seem To Weep.” The music itself is more uplifting, and other lyrics reflect Kaelyn’s continuing hope that her best friend has been spared the horrors of the epidemic and stay well, even though she knows he’ll be devastated by what’s happened to his home (“I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong…” “May God’s love be with you/Always”).

Weekly link round-up – March 11, 2012

Last week’s round-up, a little late — oops! The best of what I shared on Twitter and Tumblr

-Excellent article explaining why rape jokes are a problem even if you would never actually rape someone. This really deserves to be passed on!

-Writers Beware on writing contests with hidden agendas.

-There’s been a lot of talk about the Kony 2012 awareness campaign recently: find out all the facts before you decide where to donate your money and energy.

Did you know the symptoms of heart attacks are different for women than for men? Another must-read.

-Some thoughts for writers on how to approach your revisions like an editor.

The Ways We Struggle – Nancy Holder

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Today we’re joined by Nancy Holder, the New York Times bestselling author of an impressive number of YA novels and short stories, including the recent Possessions series and Unleashed (with Debbie Viguie). Nancy lives in San Diego, California, with her daughter Belle, their two Corgis, Panda and Tater; and their cats, David and Kittnen Snow. She is a four-time winner of the Bram Stoker Award from the Horror Writers Association and has received accolades from the American Library Association, the American Reading Association, the New York Public Library, and Romantic Times. But despite her accomplishments, she still struggles with worries about how her stories will be received.

     

The Way I Struggle by Nancy Holder

What I have struggled with as a writer is anticipating how my work will be received. The internet obligingly informs me every time someone comments on a story or novel I’ve written. My sales figures are transmitted on a daily basis to my editor. I’m a pleaser, so it’s difficult for me to “just write” and let go of the outcome. I’m a fretter by nature and that just exacerbates the situation.

I felt a little better about this when I read that when Saving Grace was on the air, Holly Hunter, who starred, was so taken aback by judgments people would make in the Saving Grace forums that she began to lose sleep. When Marti Noxon, the executive producer of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in its later seasons, was asked if she read fan comments on the net, she said no, because the first thing she ever read was someone saying, “This is the worst Buffy episode I’ve ever seen”—and it was one that she’d written.

I want to let go freely and write what is in my heart, to write from passion and flights of imagination, and I do my best to focus on that. I have to disengage from wondering what people will think of what I’m doing — but when the feedback is so immediate, that can be a job of work. But it colors my effort. The best way to get past it is to move into the flow — that beautiful place writers can get to where all the words fall into place, and there’s a visceral, palpable knowing that you’re getting down on paper what you really want to say. For all writers, that is the one thing worth fighting for. Hands down.

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The Way We Fall in Slovakia!

Courtesy of GoodReads, I’ve discovered The Way We Fall‘s Slovak cover and title!

They’ve used the same basic design as the N. American cover, but a slightly different background photo. Very interesting!

Anyone know what the title, Tak padne náš svet, means? Google Translate is telling me “This fits our world,” but that doesn’t sound quite right. I’m guessing it’s a phrase that doesn’t translate completely literally.

I’m also curious about the way my last name appears to have more letters than it normally would.

Any readers in Slovakia who pass by this way, take note: Also according to GoodReads, the Slovak edition will be out April 3rd. Less than a month away!

How to survive an epidemic

Now that I’ve frightened you with all those real-life creepy diseases, and the made-up one in The Way We Fall as well, how about some tips on what to do if you find yourself faced with a potential outbreak?

(Disclaimer: I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV. These suggestions are just to the best of my knowledge, based on my book research.)

Keeping yourself safe during an epidemic

A new bird or swine flu (or some other illness) is spreading. Dozens of people in your city or town are sick, a few have died. How can you avoid catching it yourself?

Stay informed. Get news from multiple sources, to make sure you’re getting the full picture. Find out how the illness spreads, what groups are at the highest risk, and symptoms to be aware of in yourself and others.

Avoid public places, like mass transit, malls, parks, movie theaters, museums, etc. Obviously this isn’t completely possible for most of us, but as much as possible, simply don’t be around other people if you don’t have to be. The fewer people you’re in close contact with, the fewer chances you have of running into someone who’s infected.

When you do have to be around other people, wash your hands frequently. It’s easy to pick up microbes on our hands because we’re constantly touching things other people have come into contact with (and potentially coughed or sneezed on), but thankfully it’s also easy to wash them off before they get a chance to get inside you.

Avoid touching your eyes unless you’ve just washed your hands. This was the question most frequently answered wrong in my survival quiz — many people assume the most vulnerable spots on your body are your mouth and nose. But your stomach acid dissolves most germs that might make their way down your throat, and the mucus system in your nose helps expel unwanted invaders. Your eyes, however, have almost no barrier to keep bacteria and viruses from creeping farther into your body. If you really have to rub one, wash those hands first!

If you have to be around someone who’s showing symptoms (e.g., at work), take as many precautions as possible. Wash your hands after interacting with them. Avoid shaking hands or other forms of physical contact. If you can, wear a surgical mask for extra protection.

Keep your immune system healthy. Take vitamin C regularly. There are also herbal supplements that are supposed to boost immune functioning that may be worth looking into. Try to stay in shape with moderate regular exercise. But also take it easy now and then and give yourself time to relax and have fun — stress can interfere with your ability to fight off disease.

So far we haven’t faced an outbreak anywhere near as severe as what sweeps through Kaelyn’s island. Here’s hoping we never do! But in the meantime, it never hurts to be prepared.

The music of The Way We Fall – “Stars All Seem To Weep”

The sixth song from The Way We Fall‘s unofficial soundtrack is Beth Orton’s “Stars All Seem To Weep”:

It’s hard for me to say a lot about this song without spoiling major events for those who haven’t read the book yet, so forgive me for being a little vague. This is one of two songs (the second of which I’ll share next week) that I associate with the end of the “Quarantine” section of the novel. It’s melancholy, but also sort of hazy and dreamlike, which fits Kaelyn’s state of mind in those entries. And while the lyrics aren’t a perfect fit, many of the lines capture the sorts of thoughts going through her head: her general sadness about the state of the town and her life (“there’s so much to lose…” “All the things we took for granted…”), and her regrets about her friendship with Leo (“I think about you on a moonlit night…” “All the times I took for granted/All the things I never said”).

Listening to it I get a little sad all over again.

Weekly link round-up – March 4, 2012

The best of what I shared on Twitter and Tumblr this week…

-Another thoughtful post from YA author Diana Peterfreund, this time on plagiarism in self-publishing (and elsewhere), and why there’s no excuse.

-Some thoughts on fair pricing of ebooks.

-DoctorNerdLove takes on sexual harassment in the gaming community.

-YA author and agent Mandy Hubbard’s inspirational post on the value of persistence.

The Universal Mary-Sue Litmus Test helps writers and role-players determine if their characters are a little too self-indulgent.

-A reminder to authors that your book doesn’t have to earn out for it to be a financial success.

-And, how to piss off Star Trek, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter fans, all with one picture.

What did you find interesting on the internet this week?

The Ways We Struggle – Ellen Booraem

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Today I’m hosting Ellen Booraem, author of the MG fantasy novels The Unnameables and Small Persons with Wings, which made “best of 2011” lists in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus Reviews, and The Washington Post. She lives in Brooklin with her partner, painter Robert Shillady. And her struggle is one I think many of us can relate to: the problem of procrastination.

Struggling in Benchley Territory by Ellen Booraem

I’m not alone. The humorist Robert Benchley wrote about the syndrome in 1949: “Anyone can do any amount of work,” Benchley wrote, “provided it isn’t the work he is supposed to be doing at that moment.”

Benchley claimed that he would put the most pressing item at the bottom of his to-do list, knowing that he would end up doing it first because he systematically put off doing everything higher up.

This form of procrastination is more insidious than just putting off an unwelcome task because you’re lazy or fearful or out for a good time. I will put off ANY task—the nasty ones, sure, but I’ll even put off something I’ve been looking forward to doing. Ask me, some night when I’m noodling aimlessly around the internet at eleven, whether there’s a novel next to my bed that I’ve been waiting all day to read.

That answer would be “yes” and it’s a sickness.

This sickness permeates every part of my life. I pay bills with seconds to spare or, often, late. Paying bills is not fun, true, but it’s no more entertaining late than early. If I’m due somewhere, even or especially someplace nice, I hang aimlessly around the house until three minutes after the latest possible time to leave. I then violate the laws of Maine and the physical universe to get where I’m going on time.

In years past, my only hope was to have a day job with regular hours. Being due in the office at eight-thirty did not mean I would get there at that time, oh heavens no, but it did mean I’d get there by nine. I got my work done only because at day’s end I would procrastinate about putting my coat on and work until well past suppertime. Use your disabilities, that’s my motto.

When I quit my day job in 2003 to write a novel, my track record indicated that I’d sabotage myself and never, never, never, never write the friggin’ novel.

Fortunately, by then I had lived for a couple of decades with an artist who acts like he’s punching a time clock. In the studio at seven-thirty, leave for a half-hour at ten to get the mail, an hour at two for lunch and dog walk, upstairs at five to light the woodstove. Otherwise, nose to the grindstone.

That is what we call a procrastination over-ride—the only positive action you have to take is to apply your butt to the chair, and you take that action in a zombie state, only half awake. After that, it’s too much trouble to move and you might as well work.

I decided to try it. Eight years later, I am finishing my third novel. (Actually, I’m finishing my sixth, counting the ones I tossed in the wastebasket.) I apply butt to chair at eight-thirty(ish) every morning and I’m not allowed to eat lunch until I’ve written a thousand words. All but about three hundred of those words get written between eleven and noon, but I’m not complaining.

The only problem comes on a day like today, when something I couldn’t get out of prevents me from sitting down on schedule. This cancels the over-ride. Once I’m back at my desk, I’m in Benchley territory. For example, I am writing this guest post as a way to avoid doing what I told myself I was going to do today, which was to read my WIP aloud as a final edit. I love that read-through because it involves funny voices. And yet I am avoiding it.

Which is good. Because looky, looky, I got this guest post done!

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