Trusting the Process

I feel like one of the most common pieces of advice you hear whenever you’re trying something new is to “trust the process.”

Not sure how this runny batter is going to rise into a loaf of banana bread? Trust the process.
Unclear how the modular furniture you’re assembling is actually going to look good? Trust the process.

Image of a baker adding eggs to a bowl of batter
Yes, this will eventually end up being a delicious baked good.
(Photo by Taryn Elliott from Pexels)

For authors, we have our own specific version of trust the process: don’t edit as you go. I feel confident in saying that most baby authors have heard this advice at some point. When you’re drafting, don’t try to edit what you’ve just written. Allow the story to unfold. Revisions are for after the first draft is done.

This is good advice, but for a perfectionist like me, it’s really difficult to follow. I’m experiencing this now as I’m drafting book 2 in my series, The Enchantress & The Rake. I hate everything I’m writing. I want to throw it all out and start again, but I know that’s a bad idea. Usually, if I come back the next day, I realize what I wrote wasn’t so bad. A lot of this is imposter syndrome at work.

I see this a lot with my teenager. She’s an artist, and she will often just trash a project if she doesn’t like it. I recognize that writing a book and sculpting a figure out of clay are different things, but I’ve been trying (with mixed success) to encourage her not to throw things out right away. We need to learn from our mistakes. Despite popular opinion, art is not just an innate talent. Of course, you can argue that many people have a natural ability to create, but so much of art, like anything else, is based in practice.

Concrete geometrical figures
Kiddo has asked that I not post her art online, so here’s a cool picture I found on Pexels.
(Photo by KATRIN BOLOVTSOVA from Pexels)

I might only have two published books, but I’ve been writing my entire life. I wrote fanfic for many years. When I go back and read some of those now, I may cringe a little, but I also recognize things I’m proud of. I learned things writing those stories, and they still resonate with readers today. I get a little thrill every time I get an email from AO3 that someone left kudos or commented on one of my stories. These imperfect works can resonate with readers because art is not about perfection. It’s about emotion.

That’s a hard lesson for perfectionists like myself and my kiddo. I’m constantly listening to advice from other authors on things I can improve in my writing. I want it to be more inclusive, more exciting, but also cozy and comforting to readers. I want readers to love my characters and identify with them while also learning new things about themselves and the world. None of these things are impossible, but they require work, and sometimes it’s difficult or impossible to meet all these criteria in one book.

I had an epiphany the other day. I realized that if I try to polish my story to appeal to all readers, I’ll end up making it appeal to no readers. At the end of the day, I need to write a story I’m proud of, like those fanfic posts. I’m still learning. A good artist is always learning. One of my favorite authors, Lexi Blake, has over 100 published books at this point. Every time I read a new story from her, she mentions in the author’s note how she learned something while writing the book. If Lexi can still learn things all these books later, then I certainly can with my small backlist.

So, even though I’m at the point where I hate everything I’m writing, I continue to write. I’m learning what my process looks like, and I know that once I’m done with this draft, there will be revisions. That’s when I can throw things out. And by throw out I mean move them to a deleted scenes folder to possibly use again in the future. I’m trusting the process. It’s hard, but it’s necessary.

Screenshot of an email from AO3 today of a reader leaving kudos on a story from 2018. Thank you for reading!

Farewell to an Amazing Friend

Last weekend a close friend of mine, Carla Luna, died unexpectedly.

Carla and I at Chicago North Romance Writers Spring Fling 2024

Carla was an inspiration to me as an indie author. She tried for years to be traditionally published before taking her career into her own hands. She had a story to tell, drawn from her own past as an archeology student. When her agent couldn’t sell it, Carla decided to put out the book herself. She made her own way and has an amazing legacy of books to show for it.

Her books are witty, steamy, and heartwarming, and each one includes something that Carla loved deeply. If you like rom-coms, you should check her out (Carla Luna Books) The quality of her stories is on par with anything you’d find from a traditional publishing house. Carla’s books are a written record of her love and warmth. I’m comforted she’ll live on through them.

My (too small) collection of Carla’s signed books

The loss of Carla is difficult to grasp. I only knew her over the last five years. We originally met during the pandemic in a Facebook Group for Indie Authors. We were both just starting our self-publishing journey, although she’d been writing for much longer than me. Carla openly shared all the lessons she’d learned and was always willing to lend a helping hand. She was one of the first people to read and review Keeping Christmas.

In 2022, not long after publishing my first book, my life was uprooted when I moved from Florida to Illinois. When I arrived, I learned that another friend of mine, Liz Lincoln, had known Carla for years. Liz invited me to join her, Carla, and several other friends at a writer’s retreat in southern Wisconsin. Suddenly Carla wasn’t just a Facebook friend. I knew her in real life.

I was thrilled to meet her in person and spend a weekend working on our next projects. Every woman at that retreat brought something special, and Carla’s gift was her positivity and supportive nature. She made sure we all had a chance to share what we were working on and to solicit advice from each other. Over the next few years, I attended several retreats with that group, and Carla was always there to share her love and encouragement.

Morning walk along Racine Beach with Carla at last fall’s retreat.

Between retreats, we continued to support each other through our text chains and at local events. I watched my friend grow in her career. I beta read her books, and she did the same for me when I finished the first draft of The Gentleman & The Witch. Without even realizing it, Carla became one of my best friends. I was excited when I had the chance to see her outside of the retreats. We lived just far enough apart that we didn’t go to each other’s houses, but I looked forward to when we did connect.

Last Saturday, I spent the day with her at a conference. We shared a table at the book signing. It was my first time attending a signing as an author, and I was so happy to have her support. She seemed to be in good health, if a little tired since we’d woken up early to attend the 8:00AM panels at the conference. When we parted ways, we were heading to our hotel rooms to drop off our things before meeting for dinner. That was the last time I saw her.

Sharing a table with Carla at Chicago Books in Bloom

Now she’s gone and I’m processing what my life will look like without her in it. I wish we’d had more time together, but I am so thankful for the time we did have. One of the last things Carla did for me was talk with me during the book signing. I’d been having a tough time with my depression, and Carla encouraged me to not be afraid to reach out to our larger friend group. She really was one of the most kind and genuine people I’ve ever met.

If I can leave you with anything at the end of the post, it would be to tell you to cherish your friendships. Don’t forget to tell people you love them. Don’t be afraid to be open. Don’t let others dictate the legacy you will leave.

Carla’s legacy lives on through her family and her books, and I hope a little also through me and the other ladies of the Live, Love, Lake retreat. We love you, Carla. Thank you for everything.

Inscription Carla left in the last book I got signed by her.

Burnout and Witch Romance, or, an introduction

Hi there!

Welcome to my blog where I plan to ramble about my writing process. I’m glad you’re here.

A little about me. Hi, I’m Brandy and I love romance books . I love reading them, and I love writing them. About 3 years ago I published my first book, Keeping Christmas. At the time, I was just starting to explore the world of Indie Publishing. I’d had an idea for a Christmas book and decided to just put it out there. I had a goal to publish a book before I turned 40, and I achieved that goal. Yay for me!

After my official author launch in 2021, life happened, and it’s been difficult to get another book out. Since then, I have changed jobs, moved across the country from Florida to Illinois, lost pets, lost family members, been diagnosed with ADHD, had some major upheavals at work, and dealt with a significant level of burnout due to all of this. Looking back, it’s no wonder I haven’t put out another book. I’m surprised I got any writing done at all!

I tend to come up with these big, sweeping, complicated story lines, which is completely understandable now that I have the ADHD diagnosis. They make for great high-concept pitches, but writing these stories can be a struggle. It’s all about “the promise of the premise” right? Well, my premises promise a lot, and it’s hard to deliver.

Take the example of my follow-up to Keeping Christmas. I’d conceived a 4-part series, with each book revisiting a character from classic literature in a modern-day setting. I decided that the second book I should write in that series would revisit the character of Bertha Antonietta Mason from Jane Eye. That’s right. I decided I would write a book where I gave Mr. Rochester’s wife, the one he locked in an attic, a second chance at life and love. Talk about a BIG concept. And Toni couldn’t just be a “normal” person. Oh no. That wouldn’t be authentic. So, I created a woman with bipolar disorder and a whole host of other issues and then tried to write her a love story. Easy peasy, right?

Joseph Taylor as Mr Rochester and Mariana Rodrigues as Bertha Mason in Jane Eyre. Photo Emma Kauldhar (2)
Joseph Taylor as Mr. Rochester and Mariana Rodrigues as Bertha Mason, image courtesy the Emma Kaulhhar and the Lowry Theater

Obviously not. A character like Toni would be a struggle for an author at the top of their game. A baby author like me with a personal life in shambles? Yeah, no, that wasn’t happening. I wish I’d been able to recognize that at the time, but, of course, I couldn’t and ended up convinced I just “couldn’t hack it.” Even so, I did manage to write 30k words in that story. Maybe one day I’ll come back to it, but it was too much for me to take on at the time (and still is).

Not everything was bad, though. Moving to the Chicago area put me physically closer to author friends. Honestly, I credit those friends for helping me write anything during this tumultuous time. In particular I have to thank my friend Liz Lincoln, for helping me get over the hump and start writing again with an eye toward publishing.

Liz is a fellow romance author who is also a therapist and burnout coach. She offered to coach me last year, and somewhere during that process, I decided to try writing something “easier” instead of continuing to try and slog through Toni’s book. I put easier in quotes because my choice was to write a Regency romance.

But Brandy, you might say, historical romance isn’t easier to write than contemporary! And you are right, in a sense. It does require research, especially for those brave authors who choose to write about periods we don’t have as much readily available information for. But, to me, Regency is easier. I’m a Jane Austen fan from way back, and I love me a good Regency/Victorian England romance. Regency appeals to me as a writer because it has set rules and guidelines, which makes plot development easier. Was the heroine caught alone in a darkened hallway with a known rake? For shame! Now they must marry or face social ruin!

The Ball Room, 1813,, from "Poetical Sketches of Scarborough" by Thomas Rowlandson
The Ball Room, 1813, by Thomas Rowlandson

But, of course, because I’m me, I can’t just write a straightforward Regency romance. Where’s the fun in that? You can credit Liz for the inspiration for this next one as well. Liz is also my witchy friend (we text each other our daily tarot card pulls), and she was writing a witchy romance. I wanted to write about witches too, and thus my Witchy Regency romance book was conceived.

Now I have a manuscript that I am in the process of editing and about 25k words of book 2. It feels good to be writing regularly again. One of the things I’ve learned about myself is that I need some external pressure to finish things. So, this is where I need your help to hold me accountable (and, if you’re still with me now, you rock!). I put up a placeholder cover and a blurb for the first book in this series on my books page. Can you go over there and check it out? If you want to be extra be amazing, I’d love it if you shared this with anyone else you think might be interested. I will share on my blog and my newsletter when the pre-order is live.

I feel like I’m finally emerging from this burnout, and my goals have changed. I’m publishing now because I love these characters and I hope you will love them too. My goal is to create a community with my readers, because I love being a part of other reader communities. So, here I go. Thanks for being a part of this journey with me. See you around!