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Another BlogHer Anthology!

At long last, a project I've been working on with the other editors of BlogHer and Open Road Media has come to fruition! Today is the book birthday of BlogHer's first food anthology, ROOTS: Where Food Comes From & Where It Takes Us.

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Isn't the cover pretty? ROOTS features the work of the following writers: 

  • MaryAnn Parker
  • Michael Procopio
  • Lucy Pearce
  • Somer Canon
  • Eugenia Gratto
  • Doris Marbut
  • Maki Itoh
  • Evangelina (Vangie) Sosa
  • Molly Stephens
  • Ina Kota
  • Yasmeen Hilmi Richards
  • Tammy Kleinman
  • Tori Avey
  • Laurie White
  • Angela Tung
  • Marge Perry
  • Sean Timberlake
  • Diana Veiga
  • Lynne Rees
  • Angela Rapids
  • Casey Barber
  • David Leite
  • Jessica Spengler
  • Ann Courcy
  • Arva Ahmed
  • Elizabeth Ranger
  • Elizabeth Heath
  • Christine Pittman
  • Julia Rosen
  • Carrie Pacini
  • Linda Lange
  • Erin Deniz
  • Sarah Melamed
  • Madeleine Morrow
  • LindaShiue
  • Allison Zurfluh
  • Judith Newton
  • Valerie StreeterAlbarda
  • Amber Kelly-Anderson
  • Anita Breland

This project was really fun for me. It's hugely rewarding when blogging and booking come together in my world, and this was one of those times. Here's some more info about ROOTS if you like reading about food, recipies, family history and discoveries.

Where to get ROOTS:

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DJ Nibbles loves it when things get published.

Getting Back into the Novel Groove
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After I attended RT Booklovers, I came home and plotted out my scenes and updated my long synopsis of the new adult novel I'm working on now. (I've decided it's new adult, not young adult, because the story works better that way. Though I would like to write another YA novel. Really like writing teenagers -- it's such an exciting and also terrifying and also boring time of your life, all at once and every day.

Then I completely stalled out as we started spending every night ripping apart our kitchen and foyer and then slowly rebuilding it and holy hell we're not done yet because the last cabinet is STILL not installed which means the pantry can't be attached to the wall, which means every bit of nonrefrigerated food I own is on the kitchen table and floor. And because I can't control that situation, I turned my frenzied eyes back to a project I can move forward: THE BIRTHRIGHT OF PARKER CLEAVES.

The beginning is so hard. I don't really know Meg well enough yet. I'm getting there, slowly, but most of what I'm writing right now will probably end up chucked and I'm just writing it to get to know Meg and for no other reason. I like the plot so far, which is funny because the plot was the hardest part of THE OBVIOUS GAME. Of course, I didn't really think about the plot in advance for TOG the way I am PARKER CLEAVES. I probably should've done that, but what did I know about writing novels? 

So now I've got a scene list that I like and it's much easier to sit down after my daughter goes to bed and tell myself to just start a scene or add to a scene that's started or just puke out a thousand words somehow and then you can watch TV. I've been doing that and I'm up to about twenty thousand vomit words. This way of thinking makes the process much easier because I have absolutely no delusions about this rough draft being good. No, it's vomit with maybe a few decent sentences sprinkled in there so I don't set my Mac on fire in the end.

The other thing that's different this time around is the pressure I'm putting on myself to move forward. I do want a career as a novelist. I want to write a bunch of books. It seems more likely that I'll get anywhere if I have more than one book. But the first novel is done, I proved to myself I could do it, and that temporarily has muted a huge voice in my head. (There's another one in there pointing to my book sales, but I just shush it by saying DISCOVERABILITY, ASSHOLE, and that works for as long as it takes me to fall asleep at night.)

I haven't added anything to my PARKER CLEAVES pinboard in a while, so I added something today. I'll be adding to the board as I write, for my amusement and anyone else's. I also have a pinboard for THE OBVIOUS GAME.

ONWARD!

 

Summer's Edge
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Summer starts early in Kansas City. My daughter's school gets out this week. The pool opens this weekend. The severe weather is already here. 

I just signed my daughter up for the summer reading program at the local library. Summer reading programs were my savior when I was a kid -- I remember the excitement of being rewarded for doing something I liked to do, anyway. I thought, this must be what it is like for athletes! 

Even though I no longer have an official summer break, the approach of that stretch of long evenings and heat-shimmering days still makes me happy. The first hot day has me staring longingly at the pool floaties. Smelling them, just because they smell like summer, like splashing and sunscreen and stacks of books and time to read them. 

We cut every activity except swimming lessons in summer and try not to make any plans that don't involve the lake or the pool or a backyard. Despite those measures, summer always shoots by way too fast, and here my girl just turned nine and we've had half her childhood summers already. 

The windows are open now, and I can smell the cut grass and hear the birds calling to each other, saying hurry, hurry, summer's almost here

Summer's Edge
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Summer starts early in Kansas City. My daughter's school gets out this week. The pool opens this weekend. The severe weather is already here. 

I just signed my daughter up for the summer reading program at the local library. Summer reading programs were my savior when I was a kid -- I remember the excitement of being rewarded for doing something I liked to do, anyway. I thought, this must be what it is like for athletes! 

Even though I no longer have an official summer break, the approach of that stretch of long evenings and heat-shimmering days still makes me happy. The first hot day has me staring longingly at the pool floaties. Smelling them, just because they smell like summer, like splashing and sunscreen and stacks of books and time to read them. 

We cut every activity except swimming lessons in summer and try not to make any plans that don't involve the lake or the pool or a backyard. Despite those measures, summer always shoots by way too fast, and here my girl just turned nine and we've had half her childhood summers already. 

The windows are open now, and I can smell the cut grass and hear the birds calling to each other, saying hurry, hurry, summer's almost here

Children's Book Week Giveaway Hop: THE OBVIOUS GAME

It's Children's Book Week! Yay!

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And to celebrate, I'm giving away a copy of THE OBVIOUS GAME and joining a bunch of other great authors and bloggers on a blog hop. (Although teens aren't really "children," YA falls in this category.)

 

In order to enter to win, please fill out the form below. Also! If you want to read THE OBVIOUS GAME but don't have a book budget, don't forget to ask your library to order it. Or if you just want to be nice, ask your library to order it. I'm not afraid to beg you to ask your library to order it. All you have to do is go up to the librarian (check to make sure the library doesn't already have it, of course), and ask them to order it! Aren't libraries fantastic? Don't forget high school libraries! And then, once you asked your library to order it, email me at ritajarens(at)gmail.com and I'll send you a signed book plate for your troubles.

 

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RT Booklover's 2013: Fun & Weird

Last week, I attended the RT Booklover's conference in Kansas City. I wasn't sure what to expect, as it's primarily a conference for romance novelists, and I quit Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star, because there was too much sex. I'm not much of a romance reader. But, wow, there are a lot of romance readers, and they read a lot of books, so all hail anyone who's supporting authors, right?

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This guy? Is a romance novel cover model (Band Name of the Day) and Mr. RT 2009, or so he reported when I insisted he flex while hugging fellow author Jen from People I'd Like to Punch in the Throat. At the welcome party, I noticed a bunch of very fit-looking men walking around with tshirts that said Men of Romance. I asked around only to find a) people like Fabio really exist and b) they are super into being cover models. And some of them are actually 6'3" Adonis-types in real life, too. CRAZY! I always thought, I guess, that those people were drawings.

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Examples of cover models. Never wearing shirts. Never, never, never wearing shirts.

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At Club RT, a venue in which authors were supposed to sit so readers could find them (I never did see one reader and would not recommend participating -- I sat with plenty of better-known-and-actual-correct-genre authors and they didn't get many readers, either), I met new adult author Lynne Tolles, who packed her own blood in werewolf, vampire, zombie and demon varieties. She was really nice despite having so much blood on her person. I brought bookplates. Que horor.

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For some reason, the "A" authors were separated from the rest of the expo by a chasm of shiny cement. It is not at all intimidating to be sitting around with 299 other authors hoping someone will buy your book. Despite having a sad teenager book in a swath of steamy cowboy and werewolf romance novels, I did manage to sell a few -- and I AM DAMN PROUD.

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The next day found me at a hotel in the Plaza sitting next to the author of steamy Navy SEALS romance novels. Her son, as she told me, is a Navy SEAL. She also told others. Nobody but me seemed to find that connection disturbing. Very nice lady, though.

When not awkwardly avoiding beefy cover models with waist-length blond hair or watching E.L. James pop out of the woodwork and deny ever self-publishing in the new adult panel (true story -- I was there), I attended most panels in the young adult and new adult tracks, and they were excellent. I met authors whose books I'd read and whose books I'm eager to read and got so much excellent advice about marketing and the writing process and keeping my head up that it made the experience worth it.

But it was still cuh-razy. 

Giveaway: Two KC Listen to Your Mother Show Tickets!

The Kansas City Listen to Your Mother show is this Saturday, May 11, at 7 pm at Unity Temple on the Plaza. Tickets are $12 in advance, $15 at the door. Unless you win two here.

 

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Now that my conference is over, I'm starting to get really nervous for the show. I've heard all my castmates' performances, and they are both hilarious and heartbreaking. If you're local, I highly recommend the show, and not just because a portion of the proceeds go to the Rose Brooks Center

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What is Listen to Your Mother, you ask? It's a group of women performing essays on motherhood, daughterhood and what it means to participate in this part of the human condition. The show will be around ninety minutes, and afterwards I promise you will leave a changed person for what you have heard.

I'll also be selling and signing my young adult novel, THE OBVIOUS GAME, and my parenting anthology, SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK, afterward. I'm reordering bookplates so hopefully they will be in by then. If you have a copy and you just want a signature, bring it on down. Some of my castmates will be selling their books, as well, so if you're interested, please bring small bills. Most of us aren't equipped with debit card thingies. 

So! If you want to win a pair of tickets, please leave a comment here. Every comment counts as one entry. I'll close entries on this Thursday, May 9 at 5 pm CT. I hope to see you at Unity Temple on Saturday! 

Does Everybody Daydream?
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The reason I haven't been here on the blog this week is because I've been at RT Booklovers Conference, this year held in Kansas City. As many of you know, I live here, and I decided to attend because my budget to support THE OBVIOUS GAME is near nothing, and an authors' conference in my hometown is a benefit that fell in my lap. So I've taken almost a week off, and I went.

Today I met up with Jen from People I Want to Punch in the Throat, my new friend and fellow castmate of the upcoming Kansas City Listen to Your Mother Show (I'll be giving away two free tickets starting Monday, stay tuned if you're local). I had to leave the conference for a few hours to attend the funeral of a dear friend's mother, who unexpectedly died on the operating table last week. When I returned, I asked Jen where she was. She told me she was going to listen to a panel on craft by a man I'd never heard of, David Morrell, who writes a number of things, including Rambo. I have almost zero interest in thrillers or Rambo, but David Morrell changed my life.


In an extremely intense hour, he described what it is that makes writers stand out from the noise. How we find our own distinct voice. And that is, according to Morrell, to ask ourselves which stories only we can write.

As Morrell described his childhood, my heart went out to him, as it does to anyone who has a rough childhood. Childhood should be a magic time, and despite my mother's cancer when I was a child, my childhood was good. I was loved, and I knew it. Morrell didn't have quite as idyllic of an experience, but he realized as an adult that a series of events had made him the writer he was, and he said every writer is driven by the unique set of events that shaped that individual, and as such each of us can only tell the stories we individually were set on earth to tell.

Then he talked about where the stories come from: daydreams. He said he had one student who didn't understand daydreams, then he said the thing that blew me away. He said: I don't believe everyone has them. 

I have been stalking other authors all my life, before I myself became one. Many authors talk about their characters deciding to do this or that, and I didn't understand until I got deep into THE OBVIOUS GAME. There were several scenes that came to me fully formed, often while I was doing something else -- showering or driving or making dinner, and they did actually come to me as daydreams. I saw them. They were usually rooted in something that happened to me at some point in life that made me question the human condition, and it was always something I was fascinated by and wanted to talk about. It has never occurred to me before that not everyone has them. 

Do you have them?

He went on to talk about sitting down at the beginning of a writing project to ask yourself why you are undertaking such a thankless task. Why do you do it? What do you hope to learn from it? He said it wouldn't make us famous, but it would make us fulfilled. I understood. THE OBVIOUS GAME may never become a bestseller or win any awards, but reading the emails I've received since writing it and reading the reviews of people who wrote they did finally understand the psychology of anorexia after reading my book has been intensely fulfilling to me. I can honestly say I don't care if THE OBVIOUS GAME is a financial success, because people whom I have never met have read it and said they understood. I am fulfilled.


As I work on my new novel, THE BIRTHRIGHT OF PARKER CLEAVES, I'm interested in talking about power. Morrell said each of us is guided by a primary emotion. He writes thrillers: His primary emotion is fear. As I sat there listening, I realized my primary emotion is frustrated longing, and that emotion has always guided my writing. THE OBVIOUS GAME at its center is a novel about wanting to be different physically than what it is scientifically possible to be, if one is to be healthy. PARKER CLEAVES is about wanting to be more powerful than you are ready to be. What happens when you're not ready for the power that you desire? I'm extremely interested in people's motivations, in my own motivation. I undertake an extremely thankless task in writing. Why the hell do I do it?

Because I have daydreams.

And I think, somehow, that you need to know about them.

Is it narcissism? Maybe. But it's there, and it itches.

I have to tell you about it. 


Morrell talked about being ostracized locally for some of his writing. He said in order to write our truths, sometimes we have to be willing to go outside of peer pressure to be "normal." I thought about my tattoo, the "now" on my left arm that is pretty prominently displayed. I can almost tell if I will be friends with someone or not by how they respond to my tattoo. It's so a part of me that I forget it is there, but this weekend at the writers conference, many authors have grabbed my arm and stared at my tattoo and understood. I say to them, it is my watch. I have anxiety disorder. I am trying to live in the now. I spend too much time worrying about the past or the future. Unless I'm being eaten by a tiger, the now is usually ... perfectly fine.

But the anxiety is still there. It doesn't go away. It's a part of who I am. 

 


When I was a new mother living in a house built in 1920, I worried about the large holes in the antique grates. I had intrusive thoughts about snakes climbing up through the leaky stone basement to get my baby. I worried day and night about the nonexistent snakes.

Somewhere, there is a story there.

When I was 17, I developed an eating disorder, and that story became THE OBVIOUS GAME.

I have spent my entire career trying to get institutional power I've never been given. From that frustration has grown the seeds of THE  BIRTHRIGHT OF PARKER CLEAVES.

Morrell said something today that blew my mind. He said: "As writers we evolve and use our work to be the autobiographies of our souls."

And that is when I knew regardless of whether my work ever becomes financially successful, I must keep writing my stories. And it's why I can't write what I myself haven't experienced. If I tried, it wouldn't be the autobiography of my soul. And that novel wouldn't be a novel that only Rita Arens can write, as I feel THE OBVIOUS GAME was so personal it was a novel that only Rita Arens could write. There are plenty of writers out there who have written anorexia novels, and there were a few prominent editors who passed up on TOG because they already had an anorexia novel in their lists, but my book was my book because it was a book only I could write. 

Morrell said to have a career in writing, you must want it more than life itself. This probably sounds very dramatic.

To people who don't have daydreams. To people who don't see stories when they're stopped at stoplights.

The flipside of intrusive thoughts about snakes in grates is stories that come in a flash. The flipside to religiously counting calories, for me, has been religiously recording sentences that have changed my life.

I want to write the autobiography of my soul to remain when I am gone. I want to be more than an abandoned Facebook account forty years from now. I agree with Morrell: I couldn't write another anorexia novel, because I'm a different person now than I was when I started THE OBVIOUS GAME. I don't think you can step in the same river twice. 

Now I'm interested in something new -- and to stay interested is to stay interesting. 

Do you daydream?

Fun with SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK & LET'S PANIC ABOUT BABIES!

It's the fifth anniversary of the publication of my parenting anthology, SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK, this year, and so in honor of Mother's Day coming up, I rang up two of my contributors -- Alice Bradley and Eden Kennedy -- who went on to write their own parenting tome, LET'S PANIC ABOUT BABIES. We decided what might be really fun to do in a veiled attempt to remind you our books make excellent Mother's Day gifts for the lovelies in your life is update you on one of our vignettes from SIFTW and ponder which bit of baby advice from LPAB works for tweens, which we all now have.

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK, Edited by Rita Arens -- buy it here!

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I'm going to update my essay, "Sleep Cycles." (p. 25) Originally I included these stages of adult sleep cycles: 1) Alcohol-induced 2) Insomnia-Related 3) The Love Bug 4) New Baby-Induced 5) Toddler-Induced. Clearly, I had a toddler when I wrote this post. There are all sorts of other reasons you can't sleep after becoming a parent. 

My daughter is now nine. Since the Toddler-Induced days, I've also experienced the following sleep disturbances:

6) Growing-Child-in-My-Bed-Induced. My daughter has slept through the night since she was around four or five. It was a gradual thing, when the waking up and crying three times a night became waking up and walking into my bedroom once a night to try to crawl in where it was warm. At first, I gave in (it was always my side of the bed she approached, of course) and let her crawl in, only to find her elbow in my ear, her bony butt in my hip and the amount of body heat with me in the middle unable to crawl out from under the covers or even slip out a temperature-regulating foot stifling. This led to the next stage.

7) Trying-to-Sleep-in-a-Twin-Bed-Induced. When she showed up in the middle of the night, I'd take her back to her own bed and lie down with her, thinking of course I would get up and go back to my own, queen-sized bed in a few minutes. Of course, inevitably I'd lie down, fall asleep, and then be on that dividing line between too tired and too lazy to go back to my own bed even though trying to get any sleep with a grade-school-aged child in a twin bed is just plain ridiculous.

8) Sleepover-Induced. Whether there's an extra kid in my house or my girl is somewhere other than her own bed, I just don't sleep so well, period. I'm going to absolutely die when she goes to college.

I haven't yet gotten to the stages of driving- and dating-induced sleep problems. God help me when I do.

LET'S PANIC ABOUT BABIES! By Alice Bradley & Eden M. Kennedy -- buy it here!

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NOW. For the LPAB baby advice that applies to a tween. 

Ahem.

I'm staring at "This Is Overly Difficult, and I Have Changed My Mind." (p. 142) I hope Eden and Alice don't mind if I update their advice for tweens.

Having a baby tween will:

  • Win you the approval of the far right Update! As long as you don't end up with a pregnant tween!
  • Allow you to start one of those "mommy blogs" everyone's been talking about Update! You'll realize when your kid hits around six OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE? I'M A FUCKING LIFESTYLE BLOGGER. THERE ARE NO MOMMYBLOGS.
  • Give you an excuse to expose your nipples in public Update! Give you an excuse to revisit the eighties when your daughter asks for neon socks.
  • Allow you to catch up on all those episodes of Sesame Street you've missed. Update! Allow you to catch on to all that is wrong with Disney programming for tweens.
  • Exercise your arms from hours of vigorous stroller-pushing and baby-rocking. Update! Exercise your jaws from all those hours of teeth grinding. 
  • Provide you with someone to blame for all those thwarted ambitions. There is no need for an update here. Move along.

Read Eden's post here and Alice's post here. And don't forget how lovely books are, especially for pregnant people, new moms, or anyone who prefers to laugh rather than to cry when thinking about children. Who wants to win a set of both books? One entry for each comment, every comment counts, enter as often as you like. I'll ship the winner the books directly from Amazon. The contest ends at noon CT on Monday, May 6 to ship in time for Mother's Day!

UPDATE: Congratulations, Julia! I'll be contacting you for your address. You win both copies!