Thursday, June 13, 2013
WINNER — League of Utah Writer’s Juvenile Novel & Diamond Quill
Twelve-year-old Liz Taylor has known for a long time that she would escape—escape the abuse against herself, and against her mother. She just didn’t know how or when.
Then the perfect opportunity comes—money left of the table by her mother’s abuser—and Liz is on the run. But a girl her age doesn’t have many options when it comes to hideouts, making a K.O. A. Kampground and a nearby middle school her perfect choices.
If only she can keep to herself, Liz, now using the name Beth, knows she can make it on her own, until things change, and she realizes she must face her situation head on if she is to save herself and her mom.
Excerpt: I was named after a movie star. Elizabeth Taylor. When Mom was pregnant she watched National Velvet on a cable station playing old movies.
“She was so beautiful, and with our last name being Taylor, I couldn’t resist,” Mom told me. “The doctor in the delivery room placed the tiny bundle that was you across my stomach. Your eyes almost looked violet, and you had a head full of dark hair and a little birthmark on your cheek, just like Elizabeth Taylor. I knew that had to be your name.”
“Liz, if you please,” I reminded her for the millionth time.
I’d read some of the biographies. I didn’t want to spoil Mom’s impression by telling her that baby Elizabeth Taylor had been ugly, her little newborn body covered all over by dark hair. Mom didn’t have any idea that my life—and hers—would turn out to be filled with those same unglamorous experiences her idol had faced. Life wasn’t all movie stars and parties like Mom imagined.
JUST LIKE ELIZABETH TAYLOR, a young adult novel from the Small Town U.S.A. series, is historical fiction with the feel of today. Liz faces challenges too horrific to think about, yet learns much about life and herself as she struggles to survive.
Like with the works of Carol Lynch Williams (Miles from Ordinary), or Sara Zarr (Story of a Girl), readers will find a main character in Liz that they will love, as well as want to save.
Lu Ann Brobst Staheli is a three-time Utah Best of State Medal recipient for Literary Arts and Education, winner of Utah’s Original Writing Competition and the League of Utah Writer’s Diamond Quill for Juvenile Fiction.
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Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Last month I wrote a long blog entry that was very well-received by so many people in the writing community who have been frustrated with the whole road to traditional publication, as I myself had been feeling. But a funny thing has happened to me and my creativity in the three weeks that have passed since I wrote that blog—I’ve suddenly been filled with ideas for books and magazine articles that would fit perfectly with the traditional market.
WHAT?! You might wonder what happened. Did I change my mind about Indie publishing? Have I suddenly turned my back on all of you, who might be struggling like I am to not only publish, but also sell books like the ones I self-published?
The answer is NO. Indie publishing has done something wonderful for me. Actually, many wonderful things:
The manuscripts I’ve been working on for so many years, the ones that never seemed to fit the right niche, or to be just what an editor was looking for, are now either available for family, friends, or a growing fan base to purchase.
Because those manuscripts are no longer just sitting, waiting, hoping to be the very thing an editor or agent connects to, they are also not staring me in the face, the characters begging for me to find them a publication home, which has freed my mind toward more creativity.
New ideas have poured in to take their place, and unfinished manuscripts are crowding my thoughts, hoping now is the time for them to be finished and see the light of day. Some of them will be direct to eBook, but others have long hoped for a traditional publishing deal.
At least two of these not-quite-finished manuscripts have made my critique group sit up and pay attention in the last two years, causing them to ask, “When are you going to bring more pages?” One of the books has had interest from two agents and two NY editors in the past. “Send them to me once you’re ready.”
So, why haven’t I done so? Somehow I think those completed, yet homeless manuscripts, have somehow held me back. It’s not that they weren’t good books; they were, and I thank so many of you who have purchased them and written nice reviews. I hope many more readers will discover them in the future, now that they are available on Kindle. They just weren’t the right thing for the major markets to buy at that time, and that’s okay. I never saw them as anything more than sweet books for the mid-list anyway, yet they have given me an incredible opportunity to tell a story, hone my craft, and introduce my work to those who do appreciate a nostalgic story.
I still have my list of books to release this year, with a new YA novel coming out very shortly, but I also now have my list of manuscripts to complete. Those books will be polished, query letters prepared, and their stories will get the chance to visit agents and editors, looking for a match, a phone call and an offer saying, “I love it!”
Writing is part of me, and I’ll never give it up, even if sometimes I try to tell myself I want to. I can't get over it. Good stories are a part of me, and when it comes right down to it, I’ll never get THAT out of my system. When it comes to publishing, Traditional or Indie, my stories deserve to be shared.
I hope that you, my readers, will still come along on that journey with me.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
The Book of the Month Club
At the end of 2012, I was sitting around, feeling sorry for myself. I’ve been working on a writing career since I first moved to Utah in 1988, and although I’ve had some small successes, published two books with niche presses and won several writing awards, the all-elusive benchmarks of having an agent and signing with a big-name publisher had never come to be.
Oh sure, I’d pitched to agents, who requested both partial and full manuscripts, then I never heard from them again. Not even a-thanks-but-no-thanks email, even after I sent them a follow-up. I guess ignoring the writer is the newest trend in giving a rejection. Maybe it’s easier on the agent, or at least less time consuming.
Meanwhile, as an author, and like many others I know, we all sit at home, thinking surely a phone call, a letter, or an email will come sometime soon saying “YES, I’d love to represent you.” But that moment never came.
The editors I met with were a little better, albeit not much. About half of them had the courtesy to respond, even though about half of those were form letters, often poorly photocopied, but a response at least, even if the answer was “No, thank you.”
“I love your writing, but it’s just not right for my list.”
“We’ve decided to pass.”
“Good luck finding a house for your work.”
Right. Good luck with that. If my book isn’t the next-big-thing then I can forget about finding a traditional publisher.
I don’t write about vampires, dystopian America, or erotica so that throws out the possibility of catching the current wave, which really isn’t current at all since those topics have all been covered and covered again in the last few years.
So what is the next new wave? What should I be writing and submitting?
“We’ll know it when we see it.”
Right again. Finding that one on my own is more difficult than finding the proverbial needle in a haystack. Stand about 500 feet away and throw the dart, hoping you pop the right balloon to win the prize. Oh, and you have to do it before anyone else does, yet be so much like everyone else’s story that the publishers know what to do with it, how to market, where to shove it into a category, and it had better be hot, hot, hot when it comes to sales or you’re right back where you started from.
That’s when I started to look at my writing realistically.
I love to write. I know how to tell a good story. Readers have enjoyed my work enough that the reviews have been good and I’ve won awards from a variety of writing contests. But I’m not getting any younger, and the books I’ve written have been rejected by every agent or editor who has requested them, and everyone else I’ve simply queried. There came a point when I told my critique group—most of you know them and the powerhouse bunch of published authors they are—that I didn’t think I could do this anymore. I was tired of the rejection, tired of spending every evening, weekend or summer vacation writing away and never seeing any acceptance letters as a result.
I was done with writing.
So I came home and took some time off. It was hard. My characters kept calling out to me, begging for their stories to be finished. Those that were already done, complained about how tired they were of sitting on my computer hard drive, constantly being backed up to make sure they didn’t one day disappear altogether. They wanted to be read by people who would love them.
And that’s all I wanted for them as well. I didn’t need a huge contract with a large advance. Of course that would be nice, but I didn’t need it, and if the truth be known, I wasn’t sure I ever even really wanted that. A contract came with its own set of obligations—new books, topics sometimes chosen at the discretion of the editor and publisher, rather than the characters who spoke to me, written on a schedule that allowed a full year to pass from one publication to the next, and promotion that possibly meant travel and time on the road that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with physically, as well as finding a way to travel when I still have a son at home who needs a parent.
What I wanted was to write the books I wanted, at the speed I wanted to write them, to have the way to publish them, and to find the right audience who wanted to read them. I don’t have a single platform—I have many. I write novels for middle grade, young adult and adult audiences. I write for LDS readers, and non-LDS readers. I write non-fiction for both groups as well, and the range of topics is broad—memoir, education, and history so far, with lots of other ideas swirling around in my head.
The email messages started coming in from the members of my group: “You can’t quit.”
And the characters in my head told me they were right.
So in December, I made a decision. If publishers didn’t want to buy my books, then I’d need to move on without them. I had readers who were tired of waiting and I was too.
That’s where my 2013 goal came in. I would publish a book-a-month, even if I had to do it on Kindle. I made a list of all the books I had already written that were sitting on my hard drive, waiting for a home. I added the manuscripts that were nearly done as well, and found, that even with not yet counting the two manuscripts I had out waiting for a response from traditional publishers, that I had enough books close enough to completion to meet my goal. (Since then, both of those books have been formally rejected, so they are now a part of my master list of books that will be lining up on Amazon, ready for an instant download to the readers who want them.)
In January, my goal started to become a reality. Leona & Me, Helen Marie was the first entry out of the gate, just like it was the first novel I ever wrote. Based on the stories my mother told me about her childhood, growing up in southern Indiana, this middle grade novel is near and dear to my heart. It was written shortly after my mother passed away and I am thrilled that the two beautiful girls on the front cover are actually my mom, Helen Marie, and my aunt, Leona Mae.
February was highlighted by the release of A Note Worth Taking, adorned with a new cover that placed it into the Small Town U.S.A. series. Although some readers have tried to read themselves into this novel, when it comes right down to it, it’s a story I made up in my mind. Sure, some of the events are based on truth, but the conflict and resolution, and the characters who play key roles are purely fiction. I’ve taught school for over 30 years, and I’m here to tell you, when it comes to girl drama, there is nothing new under the sun, so you could change the names a million times and people would still wonder, “Is this about ME?”
The digital version of When Hearts Conjoin was available starting in March. As the credited ghostwriter of this family drama/memoir, I was pleased to be the recipient of Utah’s Best of State medal for Non-Fiction Literary Arts after its original publication, and I was thrilled to work with New York Times Best-selling author Richard Paul Evans throughout the entire publication stage that brought the book to you.
I celebrated my birthday with the release of Tides Across the Sea, a YA historical with a hint of romance. This book is set to be the first in a series called The Explorers, with novels about Eric the Red and Leif the Lucky already outlined on my computer, waiting their turn at draft. Tides saw its performance debut at Payson Jr. High when I read it to a class of 7th graders, one of whom who decided to act the entire thing out as I read to the group.
Currently I’m doing a final read through and proof of Just Like Elizabeth Taylor, which will be my May release. This YA novel was the winner of the Utah Arts Council Original Writing Competition for Juvenile Fiction, as well as The League of Utah Writers Juvenile Novel of the Year. Although the topic is darker than most of my books, it is filled with hope, friendship, and a silver-lining at the end.
That brings us to the date of this blog post, but the list won’t stop there.
Not all of my releases will be fiction, although those are coming too. Men of Destiny: Abraham Lincoln and the Prophet Joseph Smith; Living in an Osmond World; Been There, Done That, Bought the T-Shirt; and volume 2 of Books, Books, and More Books: A Parent and Teacher’s Guide to Adolescent Literature are all in the running for the summer release spots. Temporary Bridesmaid, Carny, and Ebenezer are on my summer vacation agenda for revision or completion.
And who knows what else I might write or resurrect between now and the end of the year.
Nothing is set in stone as to which one comes next, so if you have a preference shout it out so I can see what I can do to make your request available soon.
In the meantime, thanks for reading, and a HUGE thank you to those of you who also take the time to leave reviews at Amazon and GoodReads. Word-of-mouth is the best advertizing when it comes to discovering and sharing books. As a former English teacher and now school librarian, I’ve seen kids pick up books and read them just because someone they respected told them it was good. I hope that some of my readers will feel inclined to do the same thing, and whenever possible, I’ll return the favor for you.
Leave a response on the blog, send me a tweet, or a message on my Facebook wall, and I’d be happy to recommend a book to you.
Sunday, May 05, 2013
“A New World. Just saying the words brings a fire to my belly,” Felipe Marco said, reading from one of the many notices posted in the village. Felipe’s fists rested on his hips and he pulled his shoulders back, his lean torso enhanced by the muscles bulging from the sleeve above his almond-colored arms. “To travel to a new continent across the Caribbean. This—this would prove to your father that I am a man. Old enough to own a bull and a piece of land, old enough to travel beyond the southern shores of Santiago de Cuba, and to marry his daughter.”
“Oh, Felipe,” Manuela said, sighing. Her tiny frame was almost hidden beneath the orange, yellow, and green ruffles that decorated her skirt and blouse. “What if you never return from this voyage with Cortés? Who would I marry?” She placed her head against the woven fabric of his tunic and touched her creamy palm against his dark curls. The noise of the market swirled around them, but she paid no attention.
A smile played at Felipe’s lips as he embraced her. “A child as lovely as you need not worry about marriage.”
Set against the background of the exploration of the Aztec civilization, Tides Across the Sea, opens in the year 1519, where the passion for adventure and the lust for gold reign in the hearts of both young and old. Fifteen-year-old Felipe is no exception, though his yearning for adventure is tempered by his love for the beautiful Manuela. She wants to marry Felipe, but she must first rid herself of the betrothal bands her papa has accepted on her behalf to the local bully, who threatens the life of the one she loves. When Felipe ends up on Cortés’ ship bound for the New World, the young couple is pulled apart.
Felipe and Manuela each must find a way to overcome the odds stacked against them if they want to someday reunite. But the New World is filled with danger, and Felipe may not escape the human sacrifices being made to the Great White God, unless the young slave girl, Tia, who also yearns for home, can help him escape and return to Manuela.
Tides Across the Sea, a young adult novel from The Explorers series, is historical fiction with a touch of romance in the style of Carolyn Meyer (Loving Will Shakespeare) and Ann Rinaldi (The Coffin Quilt). Tides Across the Sea will take readers on a journey to the New World with Cortés and into the palace of Moctezuma (Montezuma) that will satisfy their own lust for adventure.
Author Lu Ann Brobst Staheli is a three-time Utah Best of State Medal recipient for Literary Arts and Education, winner of Utah’s Original Writing Competition and the League of Utah Writer’s Diamond Quill for Youth Fiction, and Christa McAuliffe Fellow. “My fascination with Cortés and the Aztec people began years ago as my husband shared legends about Montezuma’s gold,” Staheli says. “What began as an adult thriller about the search for riches ended up as a young adult adventure with a hint of romance. Since I spend most of my time immersed in children’s fiction, this change turned out to be a perfect fit for me as an author.”
Thursday, January 31, 2013
“Magnificent, Helen,” Leona said, mimicking a ring master. She held onto a joist about thirty feet away from where I’d ended my trip across the barn.
“With my eyes closed this time,” I said.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said. Leona was nine, two years older than me, and liked to pretend she was in charge.
“Watch me. Watch me,” I said, closing my eyes and turning around on the beam toward the way I thought I’d come. My bare toes gripped the rough edges of the wood.
“Helen Marie Heffner, you stop right now.” Her voice sounded just like Mama’s when I’m gonna get in trouble, but I took a step. Then another. On the third one, there wasn’t a beam under my foot. My eyes flew open and my legs peddled the air, like a character in the comic papers, trying to find a way to stop falling.
“Le—o—naaa!” I screeched.
Seven-year-old Helen Marie Heffner has a knack for getting into trouble, followed close behind by her older sister, Leona Mae. Whether it’s walking the barn beams like a tightrope, fooling the neighbor boys into thinking they’re being chased by a fiery jack-o-lantern, or making a mess rather than transferring a pattern for Mama’s Christmas surprise, Helen comes out the winner every time.
But life is not always fun and games in 1922 for this southern Indiana family. In the wake of the Depression of the previous two years, the girls and their mama are often left alone in Hancock’s Chapel while their papa travels to find work to keep the family finances alive. Lately, Mama’s been showing signs of not feeling well, and Helen is stuck at home, missing the entire school year while she recuperates from the rheumatic fever that struck her the year before. Mama fears the worst is about to happen. Everything from the barn owl, to the chicken thief, the stranger who passed by one evening to a poor neighbor-boy who falls into the ravine, all point to signs of trouble to come. And sure enough, it does.
Leona and Me, Helen Marie, a middle grade novel from A Small Town U.S.A. series, is hometown historical fiction in the style of Richard Peck (A Long Way from Chicago, The Teacher’s Funeral, Here Lies the Librarian) and Kate DiCamillo (Because of Winn-Dixie), with a touch of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House on the Prairie thrown in for good measure.
Winner of the League of Utah Writer’s Diamond Quill for Youth Fiction, Leona & Me, Helen Marie is sure to delight readers with its glimpse into yesteryear.
Author Lu Ann Brobst Staheli is a three time Utah Best of State Medal recipient, former winner of Utah’s Original Writing Competition, and Utah’s Christa McAuliffe Fellow. A native Hoosier, Staheli says, “I still recall vividly my visits to Hancock’s Chapel as a child with my mother. The two-room school house where she attended had been turned into a pig pen, Wenning’s General Store was boarded up, and the house where my mother once lived was gone, but the stories she had told me all of my life brought that tiny crossroads to life in my imagination then, as I hope it will come alive for readers now.”