I know I said I'd follow up on that last post, and I will (promise!), but I have some fun words to share with you, and isn't sharing words what this is all about? Blurbing takes an enormous amount of time and effort -- time and effort that is typically carved out of a schedule already full of writing and reading. So when these authors carved out time for me, I was both floored and flattered. Here's what they had to say about Underneath Everything:

"Lyrical, nuanced, and achingly real, Marcy Beller Paul's debut explores the unmappable territory that is female friendship with honesty and heart. This is a book for every girl who's ever gotten lost trying to find where she ends and her best friends begin—which, let's face it, is every girl."  --Amanda Maciel, author of Tease, a Spring 2014 Indie Next Pick

"Marcy Beller Paul's Underneath Everything is a lyrical and haunting debut novel.  Paul's command of the language is masterful, but her poetic writing style stands in stark contrast to the dark subject matter. The story of Mattie and Jolene digs right into the heart of a poisonous friendship between two teenage girls, and I found myself holding my breath during the book's final pages. Underneath Everything is a disturbing read, and I mean that in the best possible way."  --Jennifer Mathieu, author of The Truth About Alice, for which she was named the 2015 Children's Book Choice Teen Choice Debut Author

Whoa. I'm still kind of in shock! I have such a great deal of respect and admiration for both of these authors, and I am deeply grateful for their words. If you haven't read their books yet, I recommend picking one up right now, then letting me know what you think in the comments below!

And for now, as female newsanchor Veronica Corningstone would say: Thanks for stopping by.


Write Out Loud

This past fall, as I was digging into my copyedits, my son was beginning first grade. He loves books. If he had it his way, he'd be listening to the Harry Potter audiobooks on repeat forever. And he loves when we read to him. But reading on his own was something he was just learning. He was getting better, though. More confident. Then one afternoon he said to me: "Sometimes when we have reading time at school I just don't do anything." "Why?" I asked. "Because I don't know how to read in my head." This got me thinking. About the difference between reading to ourselves, and reading out loud. About the difference between writing to and for ourselves, and writing out loud.

You see, at the exact time my son said this, I was actually in the process of reading my entire manuscript out loud. I'd gone through all the copyedits, but I wanted to make sure everything still flowed. My very smart CP Paula Stokes suggested I get a cup of tea, a glass of water, and ready my voice, because reading out loud was the surest way to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. I followed her advice (as I do most of the time). But I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Yes, it completely uncovered some typos, problems, and weird phrasings that I never would have caught if I'd been reading it in my head. But it also took so much longer than I thought it would, and it was SO revealing. Somehow, even though I'd done all the hard work of stripping my thoughts and feelings down to the bone and putting them into words on the page, voicing them--putting them out there in the room with me--was something completely different.

So my son's words hit me particularly hard. As I began to go through the mechanics of learning to read to yourself--say the word out loud, then say it in a whisper, then say it in your brain--I couldn't help starting to explain to him how magical it was, reading to yourself. How you could take a story and it could live inside you, and you could add things to it that no one else could, and how it could be just for you--a special, private thing. Most of this probably went over his head (he may be six, but he already knows what "hooking the reader is" and all about character arc), the funny thing is that he started reading to himself the next day.

And I immediately felt a little loss. There's a sharing that's done when we read out loud. There's a bravery, too. In raising your voice. And letting other people hear it.

I'm working on something new now. In order to dig into myself and unearth the truest bits--the things I try to hide, even from myself--about my characters and their motivations, I'm usually writing in my head. Most of the time with my headphones on. And it's just as private and magical as reading to myself. But what if...what if I wrote out loud?

What would that mean? What would it be? I'll get back to you in a few weeks and let you know, if you promise to do the same.