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Magenta Fleurs is my ninth novel or twelfth book! How did I ever get this far? Am I any good? I don’t know ask an expert. However, they don’t read Indies’s or unknown authors. They edit and read New York Times Bestseller’s right? And Booker Prize finalist’s and the long list or short list of books. What’s an author to do that doesn’t have a MFA in Writing?
Well, if you like writing and you’re a good speller with a great memory, then write a book, edit it, cover it and publish it. Be scared. Of course, you don’t want to get sued by anyone so follow the rules as best you can. No you don’t have a lawyer looking over your manuscript, therefore a bit of fear creeps in like, “Oh No! What have I done?”
Relax, it’s only words from the English language and there’s been thousands of writers writing much worse than you. Maybe writing crime is a guy’s thing as women are so scared and afraid. Maybe they keep us afraid, actually. Time to set the record straight, women have a keen eye for justice, liberty, and how to spot a fake. Aha, by George, you think you’ve done it. You’ve written a pretty good book. If not, you can try, try again. And so you do …
Here is my ninth novel, and twelfth book in all, over ten years. I’m a nurse, mother, stylist and yes, a writer. After ten years I’m not perfect but I can write a paragraph in seconds and get to the point fairly quickly. I can write a book and publish it in 3-4 months. Not bad, eh? I want to go to the next step and the one after that: readers, more books, and sales.
My books are available for a summer read or perhaps a fall picnic or winter tea by the fire. Your choice, your way, right here on the net from Amazon, Barnes&Noble, Kobo, Smashwords and numerous others.
Caroline Clemens is an author pen name for the creative artist from Atlanta, Georgia and Palmetto, Florida where she is beginning her next novel. She writes historical fiction, thrillers, and family drama. She is available for book clubs, libraries and stores for in person events! email@example.com
I Always Wanted to Write a Novel
Mission Impossible. No, not the movie, but possibly how you feel about your dream. Last night you had that recurring dream that you were going to tackle the list of ten things to do before you can’t. Travel, cook, read, dance, hike, get married, get divorced, go to a play at the Fox Theatre, or maybe check out the symphony. The first item on the list is write a novel. You say to yourself, “I’ll start the day after I retire,” which is next month.
A coworker tells you about the Atlanta Writers Club. And here you are at their monthly meeting. The president tells the audience that everyone has a beginning and you find yourself nodding in agreement. You smile, sit back and take some notes. At the break you find yourself wandering around feeling mighty green, until you meet someone and it is their first time also. Well, at least you’re here working on that bucket list before time runs out. Ready. Set. Go.
Next up is a firsthand account of how to write a novel by a member who did just that. Please welcome Caroline Clemens to the stage. (She thanks everyone for being here and tells us to take out our notebooks and write fast!) “This is for the 18-99 year old first timer, any other profession besides an MFA, and someone with a story to tell. Follow this and you can write a book over the next 6-12 months. Purchase or gather up pens, notebooks, a thesaurus, and a computer. Use your name or a pen name and stick with it, start a WordPress blog, keep passwords handy, and figure out what type of book you want to write. Is there a story inside you, or do you just like a particular genre? Purchase a book or two of your favorite author, genre, or general interest. This will help with details when you get to the end of the road.
If you have never written anything and feel very green, then join a poetry group online. I joined d-Verse Poets Pub and stayed with them for over a year eventually having enough material for a collection of poems. Writing poetry gets the language moving, the words are enticing and your brain responds creatively. Join a writing group if you like, I was unable to do this with three kids to escort around town, school, cooking and homework, and later a job. I followed other writing blogs and derived my critique and inspiration from them. If you have a title, great, if not don’t worry it will come. You are going to learn along the way. You are going to Atlanta Writers Club meetings, starting a blog, following a poetry and/or other writing blogs, purchased your writing items, lit a candle, turned on some inspirational music, or silence, and hence the next step is it.
Don’t be scared, this is where I help. On the first few pages of the notebook write the title, plot, places, character names, genre, and any notes you want to remember about the story. On a single page write the title, plot, first sentence, last sentence and desired word count. This will keep you motivated and on task towards the goal. The next four pages, leave pages in between for when you change something and rip it out, will be the outline. According to how many words construct an appropriate amount of chapters. Do you like long chapters, or short? Once you know the amount of words per chapter then set down the chapters with headings or a story flow. Now you have something to refer to when you get all mixed up or forgetful. I wrote out in notebooks by hand my first four or five novels this way, then typed them to the computer. This is the very fun part because you’ve done an extraordinary amount of work and now you can add or delete at will. Have fun!
Read a paragraph out loud to see if it flows. Edit yourself-then find an editor who may be a friend or from a group, even a professional one for hire. When you have completed typing it to the computer, and edited the manuscript, find yourself a cover! I use Self-Pub Covers online and the cost is about $75-$125. You will want to write a back cover and this can be very tricky. Get out that favorite author of yours and read their back cover-look at the insides, etc. Teach yourself. I eventually found an editor who makes my manuscript look perfect on the page, but you can use someone like XLibris to format your book. These two costs are around $100-$400. My books are now with Ingram Spark who is a book distributor. They distribute everywhere around the globe in print or digital. Mine are available on Amazon/Barnes & Noble and other venues. I have just started the marketing process so I’ll be working on that part of bookselling.
Finally, it sounds like so much to do but it isn’t-it works right from you. You are master of your fate, maybe for once in your life you write the details and tell people what to say. After I wrote four or five books I turned the page and just like that improved upon my own process. What did I have to lose? I now use yellow tablets, putting the title, plot, characters, word count, genre, places, and a full six page outline with headings, storyline, etc. and type to the computer from this. This was a magnificent accomplishment of mine. I’ve heard Scrivener has a tool and I may try that next time. I’ve been writing for nine years now, and hopefully my marketing will help me to sell and make a few bucks. Readers, reviews, and a positive query are the prizes and I wish that for all of us. I Always Wanted to Write a Novel.”
Thank you. Best,
Photography by Kim Troike
#1 photo from Chagrin Falls, Ohio-also her nickname from a long time ago.
#2 Digital Chocolate for Lilly/Historical fiction 1920’s
#3 Digital Three King Mackerel and a Mahi-Mahi/Thriller Surveillance
#4 What will she do with all these books? Market Market Market
Published via Atlanta Writers Club Newsletter for April/George Weinstein
Thank you to Crema Espresso Gourmet for hosting us November 12th! And a special thanks to the attendees. We enjoyed giving information about our book creations followed by readings. This is a lovely venue in the heart of Dunwoody which is just north of Atlanta.
I read from my historical fiction “Chocolate for Lilly” set in the 1920’s Gilded Age eastern seaboard of America and gifted a few of my novels to readers. In addition I read my favorite poem I wrote about the fairy tale The Little Match Girl. My title for this is “I Dreamt One Night.” You can find that poem in my collection of poems in “Autumn Quotes.” All are available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other online venues in digital and print.
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Merry Christmas and see you in the new year 2020!
Caroline Clemens *pen
Caroline Clemens is pleased to inform her readers of her recent experience with the Atlanta Writers Club at Artists Alley. The first ever Alpha Con was booked at the Alpharetta Library as an all day event!
This also happened to be her very first book signing in public. She was thrilled! George Weinstein was in attendance. He is the president of the writers club and is also in charge of the Atlanta Writers Conferences which are held twice a year downtown Atlanta in the spring and fall.
It was a busy day in August-somewhat hot, but hey, we already expected that. The library is gorgeous and sits next to a park like setting with grass and trees. We were outside along the brick corridor and shaded. Thank you to the librarians for this fun event. Later that night they held a contest for the best costume. I’m awaiting photos.
Caroline will be at her next event in downtown Decatur, Georgia. This Decatur Book Festival is one of the largest in the country and draws huge crowds with much to do! She’s been twice before and met so many people from the writing world. This time she will be in the Atlanta Writers Tent signing from 4-5 PM. Find her there both days Saturday the 31st, and Sunday the 1st.
Caroline will have on hand several of her print books at a reduced price of $5 and $10. She says she can’t wait to finish “Magenta Fleurs” and will seek a publisher for this title. She feels ready to write, print, publish and would be able to put forth more in a timely manner. Wish her luck. It’s a hard road “self-publishing.” Doable and rewarding, however, one must never turn down help from others!
Last year Caroline even wrote a screenplay and submitted this in a contest. What this did was force her to learn how to do it. Compelling and true, Caroline hopes to find a way to reach more readers, write more, be involved, and feel successful in her own right. Thank you for following and purchasing the indies art of storytelling.
Find her books at your convenient online store or here: AERBOOK
Books are available in print or digital! Author Caroline Clemens will be at The Decatur Book Festival in Atlanta this August 31st & September 1st in The Atlanta Writers Tent signing and selling her books. Visit her there.
October 1st UPDATE:
*email* me here —> firstname.lastname@example.org
I’m taking a blogging break due to time constraints, new goals & workloads. Please enjoy my sites, writings, and visit my newest bookstore here … BooksbyCarolineClemens
Thank you again to persons who helped me achieve my goals despite obstacles no one ever dreamed existed. There is so much more; I’m just waiting for my keyboard to accept the pounding! “All about that base” … Until the next book!
Hello WordPress Followers!
I’m still here. Unbelievable. WordPress has taught me many things but patience is not one of them. I already had that. I was born patient. I learned to work hard which came naturally and to show the world kindness. When you are faced up against hatred and utterly mean people, well, that can be treacherous and gut punching to say the least. Still, here I am.
I’m proud to announce that my last two books are in print and digital reads at your favorite online stores! Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords all have them available. The print will be here May 31st. Pre order if you like and you’ll have that INDIE summer read at the beach or up in your cabin in the woods.
I’ve written a spy-thriller (surveillance & the phone) and a historical fiction (set in the ’20’s). I hope to write sequels for both-we’ll see if we get a good interest. Thanks for following me and watching me grow as a writer. Isn’t it funny I always had a name for me as a writer? I just never started until 2011.
I was motivated by love of the written word-it was just waiting for me to find it. Only heaven knows and the spirit within me why I finally did it. I believe I fell in love, properly.
Photography by me from The Biltmore House in North Carolina. It is one of my favorite places and I’ve been there like four times! I call this the Paris Room.
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Oh, how I’ve grown as a writer and publisher. That cannot be discounted. It’s one thing to write a 30K word novella, then progress to a 50K + word novel; but to edit, critique, and publish on four online venues is insurmountable! This do it yourself minus a MFA college degree is frustrating, and more than disappointing when you think you’ve been given a great tip only to find out you’ve been sabotaged. You must listen to others because you are starting from scratch, though, I’ve found the internet to be filled with trolls, and nay-sayers, plus inaccuracies. Then again, I’m still here and trying. Why? Because I did find authentic, wonderful writers willing to give me a focus and keep trying.
You know what I like? Exactly the same thing I did as when I started. I like putting together a unique idea from myself and making a small production of it. It is like making and sewing a dress, performing on stage in a theatre production, singing in a choir, traveling, or even making a family and trying to get the parenting right. You keep working it and using all the information at your disposal. It is uniquely you.
My next book release is forthcoming. My best friend influenced me when she said (she’s a huge reader of mystery-crime), you got to kill some people in your book. What? Me kill someone. I’m a nurse we put people back together, that’s my calling. She’s the big reader so I took Shannan’s advice. I’m looking forward to getting some input on this one.
I’ve had it professionally critiqued-she liked it, and queried it out there. Just because nobody picks it up doesn’t mean its not good. The agents and editors don’t have time or are too busy. Once again, I’ll do it alone. Sad face without tears. My wishes go unanswered. Of course, I HOPE someone pounds their fist on a desk when it sells well and they missed an opportunity by dropping me off into the trashcan beside their desk.
Finally, take a look up top at my header image and you’ll see the the cover image for “THREE KING MACKEREL AND A MAHI MAHI” along with my other book covers. Yes, that’s the title and its way more than fishing. The genre is spy-thriller with a romantic element for adults. I’ll be looking for readers-so pass it forward. My estimated release date is February 10-17th! It will be on Apple, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords. Surveillance is creepy.
Think Pulp Fiction marries Fried Green Tomatoes while wanting a 007 life.
Welcome to my author site! I’ve been extremely busy this week, therefore, I’ll keep this short as I know you are shopping, putting up a tree, or attending parties.
Above is my newest novel that I uploaded 12/2/17 to Amazon per digital reads. Here’s the link: carolineclemensamazonsales
This novel is my historical fiction debut set in the 1920’s. If you scroll down you can read the query letters I sent out to individuals to obtain traditional publishing. Self-publishing is doable, though, more difficult. You must do everything yourself. I’m still here-so we will see about the outcome.
Thank you for following me in this endeavor and for the encouragement I receive. I do enjoy putting the story together and look for readers to leave a review. If you have read one of my books-please leave a review.
I have uploaded all six of my books, some with new covers done by Daniela Owergoor from Brazil. All six are available per digital reads and three are available via print. Thank you Dani from Bella Media Management. They look terrific and are extremely eye-catching.
I hope to do a podcast or You Tube video in the new year. I’ve asked my daughter to ask the question. Stay tuned. I will be working on a novella based upon Thanksgiving. That is my NaNoWriMo 2017. A bit late but I saved it for January. I’ll be resettling my girls as they are changing colleges midway through the first year. I’m looking for January to go smoother. I’ve applied to a couple job positions and hopefully I’ll get employed this coming February.
Thank you for stopping by and I wish you well. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! May your joys last the whole year.
Here’s my cover reveal for SOMEDAY! I’ve loaded it onto Amazon and Barnes & Noble for digital e books. (Should be ready for sale by 10/12/2017). I’ll do the print later-more time consuming, and I’m not exactly sure of that process for self-publishing. This title was previously published as Bleu Moon. I’ve updated the cover and re-titled this beautiful story to reach more readers. I hope you pass it forward and help me out as an author. Thanks.
A family is formed on a vineyard through missions performed by a pilot who rescues stranded souls from around the globe. This high concept coming of age contemporary novel transports us through the pilot’s business named “ANGIE.” Think Out of Africa meets Top Gun while vacationing Under the Tuscan Sun!
Olivier and Brie marry at the Notre Dame in Paris and begin life as newlyweds when the adventure sets in motion a rescue right around the time of the blue moon over the vineyard. Hawa and Francis enter this family through unforeseen extreme circumstances and one follows their hearts while they find the way in this coming of age story.
How will they help this global family in their family operations of special rescues across continents? How does one of Olivier’s best friends, a jazz singer from the Bleu, find out about his secret business? And why is her son involved? The island of Maupiti holds many clues; what does Darlene find there? Besides maybe love?
Enjoy this beautifully written novel, twice granted honorable mention awards! Available tomorrow at online shopping sites: Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Cover by Dani Orweergor from Brazil at Self Published Covers.
By Caroline Clemens
Just a quick post here-I’m feeling an October surge or rush today. Actually, I want the younger ones to read two poems, one by me titled “Plot” and another by the famous, now dead, Edgar Allan Poe! His is titled “The Raven-Nevermore” and if you think you are going crazy as a freshman in college or life has you feeling out of sorts, well, read his poem and you’ll feel sane. I think.
Thanks for following me and more to come in October.
“There’s somethin’ ‘bout these cemetery plots,” he said.
We ventured, like it or not, no longer tots, a folly she read.
What an idea dared on a dismal black-chilled Halloween night!
My friend’s sister I never met sought thrills of Frankenstein fright.
Clouds raced by luminous and white, night sky filled with ghosts
The wind kicked in, howling, seriously it scared me the most.
Dead leaves wet on the grass, all the way to the back we ran.
“Why?” I bothered to ask.
“Farther away,” he said shaking, “from the caretaker man.”
Out of breath, I stared at the raven atop the towering grey stone.
Silent. Statured. I gasped, tightly clenching my pocketed phone.
“Thought your sister was meeting us tonight?” I asked. “Here.”
“Here,” he moaned. The blackbird stirred igniting frenzy and fear.
His beak haunted me while black eyes loomed an ominous presence.
My heart raced and mind panicked remembering the fluted fence.
Then I traced my friend’s line of vision as his eyes grew in size.
“Boo!” She screamed and jumped from behind the plot and stone.
Laughing hysterically as my heart emptied a sudden surprise.
By Caroline Clemens
The Raven (Nevermore)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
By Edgar Allan Poe
From Google-Public Domain