Angela Kulig: Having Survived Monday, Learns to Hate the Rest of the Week Properly {Editing is like MONDAYS}

There is something about editing, that gets under my thin skin and makes me think about all the things I have done wrong. Not necessarily in this manuscript, but perhaps the one before, and the one before that, and the next one I have yet to write yet.

Editing is like Mondays. Come Sunday night, you are convinced you know how bad something is going to be--but then you get a flat tire, and spill your iced half caff grande mocha carmel something all down your only clean shirt.

Not that it's ever happened to me.

This is purely metaphorical people.

I'm lying of course.

Wednesday is my deadline for this manuscript. So to celebrate, Thursday I am going to start a little game. It will be fun, you will want to tell all your friends.

For now, be thinking of these lyrics by Panic! At the Disco: "There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends."

Angela Kulig Sits Down, Shuts Up, & Finishes That Book She's Been Writing

A funny story--I asked my publisher. So, how many times has my book been downloaded since it's been on sale? (See post below for details on it being free.)

Publisher sends me the number, and I send the number back asking if they accidentally included too many zeroes.

ZEROES!!

They didn't by the way.

That is a pretty good motivator.

Skeleton Song is coming out soon...

But I can't decide what should be next and I don't even know if Red Iris will let me have my way. What do you think? Skeleton Lake sequel? Stand alone supernatural romance? You shouldn't worry either way--it's likely they will both be out before Spring is over!

Skeleton Lake is currently $0.00 on Amazon {But I don't know 4 How Long}

I woke up this morning to the specific beep beep of someone in my family text messaging me before I wanted to be awake. This time it was my father, and he wanted to know something very important.

WHY WAS MY BOOK FREE ON AMAZON?

Well dad, I don't know. It wasn't me--but it might be my publisher. Or, it might just be Amazon. Thanks for letting me know though!

Quick get Skeleton Lake while it's still free.  I don't know when it started, so I have no idea how long it's going to last. Run, don't walk.

PS--the next book is coming out soon. It's a novella set before Skeleton Lake... and guess what? It's going to be free too!

Angela Kulig gives stuff away, talks about herself in the third person. 4k Twitter Follower Giveaway!

If you are one of the people who often reads my blog, you are aware of far too many personal details about me--including the fact I often speak about myself in the third person.

Angela would like to say thank you.

When I started twitter and had <100 followers for PRACTICALLY FOREVER I never thought I'd see one thousand, or two thousand, or 3250 which is where I was this morning. BUT as I am never happy with anything I do, that just isn't good enough. So I am going to have a Twitter follower drive to hurry on up to 4k! It's not that far really. I'm giving away at least a $40 e-giftcard no matter where I end up, but if I reach 5k I will make it $50 and if I reach 6k I will make it $60 and so on and so forth.

I am also giving away a SURPRISE! Prize pack that with multiply with the number of entries. This might include books, swag, and other awesomeness.

Basically, you should enter and then tell everyone you know!

The difference in readers: SKEPTICS VS TRUE BELIEVERS

In my head, when I first started to write this post there, I titled it: WHAT MY AUDIENCE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME BEFORE READING MY NEXT 2 BOOKS

Which was kind of silly.

What I really wanted to do, was talk to you about the different kind of book readers and challenge you to think about which category you fall into.

In my mind, there are only two kinds. Skeptics and Believers, though you can have characteristics of both.

Skeptics, want, no need to know everything. I once belonged to a writers group who always demanded to know EVERYTHING by the first chapter. I mean everything--like the entire book should all somehow be in first two thousand words. In my opinion, if everyone somehow managed to pull that off I'd metaphorically slit my wrists.

That's because I am a believer. Magic can exist, dragons breathe fire with out further explanation. I don't have to know everything until I need to know and I don't get hung up on the details. Like WHY do vampires exist and how come the sun is falling from the sky. Sometimes it just is, because that is how it is. I don't question the laws of gravity if I have never been to that world.

At the same time, sometimes things just don't make sense. I'd rather not know than to be told something that makes me put the book down.

As a writer, I promise to always tell you things you need to know before you need to know them. I can't promise it will be when you want to know, but it will happen.

For me, writing SKELETON SONG was the hardest thing I have ever done. We know how Marlow's story ends--and we know nothing about it is happy. Maintaining hope and light when all their should be is darkness and despair was a task that I don't think I understood until I wrote the first draft. Which is why it hasn't come out yet. Red Iris is letting me make it perfect and it needs to be.The glistening pieces are in the bits that you haven't heard yet. Hope comes from the fact that her pain still hurts, that her cuts still bleed.

Like Panic at the Disco says, there is nothing worse than knowing how it ends. At least the Skeptics should be happy.

There are four full length novels in the Skeleton Lake series. The Skeleton Song is the prequel to the first book in the series. And I am about to share with you, the other titles that have not been announced until now. The only people who know about them before you are Sara, at Red Iris and my husband. I want your imagination to wonder. I want you to believe.

THEN:



Very soon, my publisher will pry SKELETON SONG from my anxiety ridden fingers--and shortly after that release Dust of the Dead Sea will come out. I promise. 



#TeaserTrain with G.E. Johnson's LOVE & WRATH

You know you have to take a book seriously when the title contains the word wrath. It's a good word that means anger, and fury, and several other serious sounding nouns and adjectives. Pair it with love and you know you're in trouble.

This week #TeaserTrain is stopping here with G.E. Johnson's Love & Wrath

GENRE: Women's Lit (or Contemporary Romance)

AMAZON LINK: http://amzn.to/qOYdMk
BLOG LINK: http://gejohnson.blogspot.com
TWITTER: http://twitter.com/writermom2011

     Lily really was just anxious to get to Sheila’s and find out more about what exactly

had happened. She hoped that they could really help Keisha out of this situation
for good. As Lily was lost in thought, she noticed that Marco had made a left on 9th
toward their building instead of a right toward Sheila’s place.
     “Hey, you know I’m going to Sheila’s, right?”
     “Yeah, I know,” Marco answered quietly.
     Lily looked at his face and was unsettled at how tense and serious he had become.
     “You’re going the wrong way…,” she said as she let her voice trail off.
     “I know that, too,” Marco answered quietly, again. “Give me just a second.”
     His voice was calm - almost too calm. Lily knew that something was wrong.
     “What’s going on?” she asked with mounting concern.
     Marco did not answer right away and was quiet for several seconds. Lily
noticed that he kept checking his rearview mirror and that he had made a couple of
unnecessary turns down the one way streets in the downtown area.
     Finally, Marco answered, “I think somebody is following us.”
     Lily’s heart sped up as she sat up in her seat and tried to see behind them through
the passenger side mirror.
     “Act normal,” Marco instructed. “If they are following us, I don’t want them to
know that we noticed.”
      Lily sat back in her seat tensely. “Can you see who it is or what the person looks
like?” Lily asked.
     “Not really. It looks like a man, but it’s dark in the car,” Marco answered.
      Marco made another turn and headed out of the downtown area toward Grand
Blvd..
     “Is the car still there?” Lily asked nervously.
     “Yeah. I’m gonna see if I can lose them at Grand.”
      Lily had started to shiver and she began to pray that this was all just a coincidence.

     She thought that maybe the person was lost and had chosen to follow them to try to

find their way out of downtown. When the light turned green, Marco made a left turn
onto Grand. The car that had been trailing them made a right turn. As they were
turning, Lily caught a glimpse of the car. It was a dark colored Nissan.
     “They went the other way,” Lily announced with a slight sigh of relief. “Maybe
they were just lost and followed us to find their way out. It can be pretty confusing
down here if you don’t know your way through all the one ways,” Lily said hopefully.
     Marco still seemed very tense and continued to glance in his rearview. “Could
be,” he said. “But just in case, I’m going to take the scenic route to Sheila’s.”
     After taking several more unnecessary streets and turns, Marco and Lily pulled up
in front of Sheila’s building. Normally, they would park on the street and walk the
short distance to the building, but tonight, Marco decided to use the valet service. He
didn’t want to take any chances of having someone pull up on them while they were
walking up the sidewalk to the doors.

Want to read about all all the wrath? If your an Amazon Prime member you can read it now for free, otherwise it will cost you a mere 2.99 for your Kindle!

The Day Angela Kulig Became Properly Disillusioned

I am not one to hate on people involved in traditional publishing. You know; agents, editors, writers, publishers--there are several reasons for that. 1.) We must always try to be professional 2.) I do interact with them many times in a professional environment. 3.) One day I hope to have a book for sale 75% off at the Walmart.

Oh these lofty, unobtainable goals.

That being said, this weekend I found myself PISSED OFF!

One of my favorite agents, the agent that up until this point I always thought would one day by MY agent. Said some really--what I consider--unprofessional things about self published writers. I have never self published any of my books--so, why should I take offense to this as I'm a real "indie" writer--whatever that is? I mean other than I have more self pub'd friends than I can shake an iPhone at; but the hypocrisy of it is outlandish.

It wasn't just the usual--I don't believe in self publishing blah blah. Oh no, it was a Self Published books are ranked lower than the gum I just scraped off the bottom of my shoe and far more irksome. What is even worse is this wasn't even in a work related context--she was complaining about stumbling upon them while shoping for books.

It is troubling that, as writers, we must always be professional. I see agents rag about people who didn't follow their guidelines, or offended them in some other way--by doing what is usually something very slight, every single day online. They talk about these people in rash, demeaning words--and I used to understand.

Only the double standard has become too much. If we say anything remotely negative about them we find ourselves painted as the jilted lover, and threatened with blacklisting. We are always in the wrong. Always. They are not held to the same standards.

I understand the need for agents. If everyone could do as good of a job as an agent--often times a whole agency, a team of editors, and an entire publishing company then they wouldn't have a fucking job. One day, I will look for one again. Only not this one. It doesn't matter that she has requested every single manuscript I ever queried. It doesn't matter that she requested revisions--and even rerevisions on two of my books.

All that matters is, I think she is a bit of a bitch and I don't think I'd like to work with her anyway.