W.O.W. – Writer Odyssey Wednesday with McKelle George

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Every writer has their own path to publication. Some paths are long and winding. Others are a straight shot. No matter the tale, the journey always involves ups and downs, caution signs, and for some, serious roundabouts, but what always remains is the writer’s commitment to their craft and their enduring dream to see their work on bookshelves one day.

In bringing you the W.O.W. series, I hope as a writer you will learn that no dream is unfounded. That with time, patience, perseverance, and commitment to your craft, it is possible to cross that finish line and share your story with the world.

Today, I’m pleased to share McKelle George’s writing journey…

Amy: When did you first begin seriously writing with the intent of wanting to be published?

McKelle: 2011. I remember, because I’d been living in Hungary for almost two years. Before then, I’d been studying illustration. I…

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#PitchWars 2016 Mentor Bio

So, I was never a Pitch Wars mentee, but I did enter my book (now about to debut with HarperCollins) in one of the Pitch Madness contests, and it was the rush of attention from agents during that time that ultimately got me my agent now. I think what Brenda Drake does is basically revolutionary. I love the community of it, the hustle of so many hopefuls working hard on their craft. I love the way it really does feel a little like putting on armor and chest-bumping each other before going into the fray. I am truly honored to be able to participate as a mentor this year, and so, without further ado—

The real reason you’re here (ie, not to hear me blather):

CATEGORY

YA

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(Ha ha, get it? Because yaay is like a YA sandwich?)

GENRES (basic)

  • contemporary
  • magical realism (think A.S. King and Andrew Smith more than Leslye Walton)
  • historical
  • speculative*

[*Speculative, IF high concept (examples: The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater, The Girl From Everywhere by Heidi Heilig, Every Day by David Levithan, The Chaos Walking trilogy by Patrick Ness) –> in other words, typical fantasy will be hard sell for me, but I do like books that seem to defy genre because they’re based on one “what if?”-type idea.]

GENRES (more specific)

  • LGBT
  • Alternate history/history with a modern spin (example: My Lady Jane)
  • Unconventional love stories
  • Diversity (I’m particularly interested in characters who struggle with dualities of nature and/or culture; characters who straddle two different worlds)
  • Villain origin stories
  • Faith/religion
  • Gothic in the vein of Penny Dreadful or Crimson Peak

 THINGS I LIKE

Semi-recent contemporary books I’ve loved:

  • Tell Me Three Things by Julie Bauxbaum
  • Conviction by Kelly Loy Gilbert
  • Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon
  • Mosquitoland by David Arnold
  • I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson

Warning: I do love contemporary books, but I’ve been subbed a lot of them recently, and your voice will have to slay, because I am getting the tiniest bit burnt out on them.

(S is for Slay)

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Magical realism books I love:

  • Anything by A.S. King
  • The Accident Season by Moira Fowley-Doyle
  • Whimsical and family-centered books, like Sarah Addison Allen and Alice Hoffman
  • Magical realism/mental illness blends: like Andrew Smith, or Fell of Dark by Patrick Downes, or Challenger Deep by Neal Shusterman

Historical books I love:

  • Razorhurst by Justine Larbalestier
  • Code Name Verity and Rose Under Fire by Elizabeth Wein
  • Passion of Dolssa by Julie Berry
  • Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys
  • Under a Painted Sky and Outrun the Moon by Stacey Lee
  • The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee
  • The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
  • Iron Cast by Destiny Soria (historical-ish)

Sidebar: I’m feeling the history right now, guys. My own debut is set in the 1920s. If you have a historical novel, I AM A REALLY GOOD BET. Bonus if it has: gangsters, LGBT characters, girls who misbehave and make history.

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EXCEPTIONS

Do you have a sci-fi/fantasy/horror book that you think I would just love, even though I didn’t list those as genres I represent? Can you submit them to me anyway?

Yes!

I’m giving you fair warning that it will be more of a roll of the dice with me, and your chances narrow considerably with those genres, but there are exceptions.

Here’s an idea of what might be a good fit with me.

Fantasy and sci-fi books/trilogies I’ve recently enjoyed (things they have in common: a bit darker, complex and mature in plot, not overly romance-heavy, unique brand of “magic”):

  • The Winner’s Curse trilogy by Marie Rutkoski
  • The Grisha Trilogy and Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo
  • Illuminae by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff
  • The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin (Seriously, write me the YA version of this book, and I’m sold.)
  • Uprooted by Naomi Novik

Fantasy and sci-fi books/trilogies that I can completely understand why people love, and are totally great books, I’m sure, but I tried and just really not to my taste because I’m not a big fantasy reader guys sorry:

  • The Red Queen,  by Victoria Aveyard
  • The Throne of Glass,  by Sarah J. Maas
  • Snow Like Ashes,  by Sara Raasch
  • City of Bones,  by Cassandra Clare
  • Cinder,  by Marissa Meyer

 

CURRENT NON-BOOK OBSESSIONS THAT SPEAK TO MY TASTE

Hamilton (the musical)

Peaky Blinders

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Saga (the comic series)

 

Whew. And now, if you still think you have a book that would mesh well with my taste and specialties, a little about me:

PROFESSIONALLY

I am an acquisitions editor with Jolly Fish Press, a small press publishing house, and some of my recent titles and projects include: JERKBAIT by Mia Siegert, SEEKING MANSFIELD by Kate Watson, WELCOME HOME, an anthology curated by Eric Smith, and THEY CALL THIS PLACE HERE by Donna Hill. I also have experience working as an assistant at A+B Literary Agency, and an editorial intern at the Friend, a children’s magazine.

I’m a young adult author, and my debut, SPEAK EASY, SPEAK LOVE, comes out from Greenwillow/HarperCollins in Fall 2017—it’s a retelling of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing, set in Prohibition-era New York. I’m represented by Katie Grimm, of Don Congdon Associates.

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PERSONALLY

I live in downtown Salt Lake City with a huge white German Shepherd. If I’m not editing or writing, I’m working at the Salt Lake City Public Library, which I humbly consider one of the best libraries in the world.

I love the theater (even though I have no talent for it myself), and traveling. I recently got back from a trip to the San Juan Islands to study orcas for my next YA book, and I will talk your ear off about it. I’m a believer in traveling as a mode of research, and will absolutely talk you into taking that trip you’ve been wanting to take. #sorrynotsorry

I have two other talents besides books, and those are: eating, and doodling. I got my associates in Illustration, and if I hadn’t become a writer, I would have been an illustrator, with a focus on character design and graphic novel work. I’m definitely out of practice, but I still love it. (Do mentees get a drawing of their mc? Why yes, even if they don’t want it.)

 

EDITING STYLE

I hope that we become grand friends, truly—but I’m busy, and you’re busy, and we’re going to W-O-R-K on that book, not exchange gifs for two months.

My wish is for you to take yourself seriously as a writer, if you don’t already. Sorry to be a cliché and quote Stephen King, but when I was a very young writer, it was exactly what I needed to hear when I needed to hear it, so I share it all the time:

“You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair—the sense that you can never completely put on the page what’s in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with your fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names. You can come to it because you want a girl to marry you or because you want to change the world. Come to it any way but lightly. Let me say it again: you must not come lightly to the blank page.”

I am thorough—you will get an edit letter, a phone call (if you want one), in-document comments, and then probably line edits—and occasionally I will suggest things that might fix the problem areas I see, but I like hearing your solutions even more. I like a good brainstorming session. If I choose your manuscript, I guarantee there was something about it I couldn’t pass up. I will celebrate and make sure you know the ways your book is beautiful and unique—however, if your book is pretty fresh off the friends-and-family feedback glow, I’d still love to see it, just, you know, brace yourself for slightly tougher treatment.

Also you might reconsider pitching to me if you love social media and want a similar presence from your mentor. I think this is a commendable quality to have, but my general attitude toward it lately is:

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(I’m busy!)

 

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Just Write the Book

Oh, blogging. Back when I didn’t have an agent or even a complete manuscript to my name, back when I was but a lowly intern in a just-started small press, I had no compunction writing up wordy posts about writer’s block, revision, and the emotional travails of the creative process. Now I’m like: Ha-ha! I don’t know crap. I’m not going to write about how much crap I don’t know.

So: #reallife, #whinypublicjournal, #whatisthiseven

I recently finished a 61K draft of my novel in about eighteen days. The speed is not that impressive, because this was like, I don’t know, the ninth, start-over version of this book. The characters, the research, the Shakespeare play upon which it is based, are practically part of my brain’s basic blueprints at this point.

But mentally, there were things like: this is probably the last shot, with this particular book, and this might be hours of essentially wasted work, and you only have a sort-of game plan about where this will go, and your agent is going to hate this and tear up your contract and kick you to the unpublished curb, and even if she does like it, probably every editor is going to hate it too, so who cares, and why didn’t you decide to write a more marketable book, and hahayeahright, it’s not the market, it’s you; you suck.

And so on . . .

But something sort of marvelous happened to me, when I was sitting at my computer, feeling despondent, and I thought, very clearly: Just write the damn book.

I think my subconscious was digging up a little piece of one of my favorite books, Code Name Verity. The phrase, “Fly the plane, Maddie,” runs through the book several times, and it’s basically an assurance: do what you have to do. Don’t let fear stop you. (Apparently the added expletive is my own subconscious’s contribution.) And so, several times as I was starting, breathing out and blocking everything else out, it helped to tell myself, “Just write the book, McKelle.”

Because that’s really your only job at that stage, right? Sure you might have to promote and panic and brave the trenches of editing and marketing, but those will still be there for you to worry about later. In fact, you won’t have to worry about them at all unless you write something first.

The most important part, and incidentally the most enjoyable, is just telling the story. Write the book. That’s all you have to do. And, you know, writing a book is hard – but is it any harder than flying a plane? Or anything else that people do?

Anyway, I bet you can guess what happened. I wrote the damn book. Frankly, it was sort of nice. I love writing, and actually I love this story too, and still will, even if all the aforementioned horrors come to pass.

Year End Reflections

I like New Year’s Eve/Day, for the same reason I like Valentine’s Day. Yes, I suppose we should make goals and reflect on our lives and reach again for the things we want every day, not just at the beginning of the year. But we don’t. Sometimes it’s nice to have a marked occasion for it. (Just like, on Valentine’s, it’s nice to have a marked occasion to express the love we should express every day anyway but sometimes don’t.)

I might do a post tomorrow on goals for 2015, but for now, here’s 2014 in review: it was a heckuva year.

10 11 Highlights

Signed with my agent (and I got to meet said agent in NYC)

– And I couldn’t have picked a better one. Not only did this career step make me feel validated as a writer, but it felt like a good life choice, something I’d be grateful for not just this year, but all the years to come.

Graduated with my bachelors degree

Had something published with an international audience

Swam in the Atlantic ocean (and then dolphins swim just where I’d been swimming)

Whale-watching in Tadoussac

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My brother came home after serving two years in Washington D.C.

I got a pretty cool new sister-in-law (because that same brother got married)

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Finally went to New York City and saw four Broadway shows, on Broadway

– Four different mornings I got on the subway to Times Square, where I’d wait in line for an hour with my book and get the student rush ticket, then I’d romp about the city and come back to see the show that night (or afternoon, if I got the matinee); it was lovely.

Went airboating in the Everglades

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Making new friends/connecting with old ones

– I guess this is not technically specific to 2014, but they were still some of the best parts of this year.

Seeing my name printed in a book’s acknowledgements as an editor

– P.S. You should go buy that book (“Little Dead Riding Hood”); the illustrations are pretty snazzy too.

5 Disappointments

Submission is a nasty thing, and I hate it

– I had this goal to be published before I graduated. That way, I wouldn’t have to get a real grown-up job. (Ha ha ha.) I signed with my agent in March, and technically graduated in August, so I thought – well, I may not be published, but there’s a good chance I could get a book deal pretty close to graduation, so that counts. But getting a book ready for submission takes a long time, and even getting there does not mean your book will be published. This year, it wasn’t so much the “not knowing” that was hard, as it was me putting off finding an actual job on the hope that my writing could possibly support me. The disappointment wasn’t failing (that’s still pending), it was, I would say, accepting I might have an average climb to success instead of a Cinderella story. (Which I know sounds obvious. It’s my flaw and strength to dream big first and then be disappointed.)

That awful apartment that was only $100

– This was the year of making almost no money and chasing dreams. And there was one apartment I stayed in over the summer that was . . . well. It will make a great detail to my still-pending “success” story to know that I once lived in such squalor. The place was awful. But it was only $100 a month. Chasing dreams is nice, but being an educated adult with no money is a bummer.

Thinking ponderously about running for half a year, but not really doing it

– Ha ha ha. Nothing quite like unrealized good intentions to make you feel good about yourself.

My first C in an English class

– I have gotten a C before, just so you know. Not like this cracked my glittering 4.0, but I’ve never gotten a bad grade in an ENGLISH class. This happened just after I signed with my agent. Besides being a full-time student with a job, I put all my energy to furiously working on my novel revisions. (Screw Jane Austen! I’m going to BE Jane Austen!) My professor was a smart dude who typically wrote on my papers, “Nice voice, nice concept, but very undeveloped–needs a few more drafts.” I know why it happened, but still. That C was a slap.

Missing out on signing a book

I had another goal this year, namely, to find a book I could champion and publish. And wouldn’t you know, I did find it. I pitched it to our editorial team. Everyone liked it. My boss told me, “Since you discovered this one, you can take the helm, negotiating with her agent and signing the deal.” I loved the author, loved the story, was so excited to mark it as the very first title on my own list, and then . . . the deal didn’t go through. Such is publishing. Sometimes things don’t work out for reasons that have nothing to do with enthusiasm or talent. But it was still a little crushing and still made me wonder, “Was I the doomed factor?”

3 Good Pieces of Advice (or Things I Learned)

“You don’t need to know the future to enjoy today.”

– Picture an office, where I’m handed a warm plastic cup of Dr. Pepper. An old guy with a bow tie telling me sometimes we can feel out of whack when we’re going through something hard. And me saying, “But there’s nothing!” and him saying, “Well you’re graduating soon. Do you know what you want to do? The next step can be scary.” And then, after acknowledging said in inner-terror with a sense of wonderment, he said, “Put seven pennies in your left pocket. Move them all by the end of the day, and for each penny, tell yourself, ‘I don’t have to know the future to enjoy today.'”

“I think you need a plane ticket.”

– My dad is the sort of parent who has instincts about his children. If you’re in trouble, he’ll feel it in his gut, like an intuiting wizard. And one night, driving through the winding roads of a canyon as it snowed in early spring, he said, “I’ve been thinking about you, and I think you need a plane ticket.” “A plane ticket to where?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. “Wherever you’re going.”

“Get out of that.”

– One of my creative writing professors was also the Utah poet laureate, and he graciously let me work on my own novels instead of specific class assignments. I was still ghost-writing then, and told him the specifics of that job. “I’ve never heard of anything like that,” he said. “You should get out of it.” To which I replied, “Yeah, but, I still need a job. Better this than scrubbing toilets.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But scrubbing toilets doesn’t drain you creatively. Sometimes we have to find a balance of what we love and what we need, and what we can do to give ourselves the ideal space and time to do what we love.” And shortly after, I quit.

5 Best Books I Read

(Not necessarily my favorite books, and not necessarily published in 2014, just the ones that impacted me the most this year)

Traveling Mercies – Anne Lamott

Essays on spirituality. Lamott is so funny and raw and real. I picked this up because BIRD BY BIRD is one of my favorite writing books, and it was worth it. Maybe it helped that I read it almost entirely on the bow of a sailboat.

A Monster Calls – Patrick Ness

– Beautiful illustrations. Haunting story. I may or may not have cried at a particular paragraph, which wasn’t even a sad part, but sometimes in a book, you read a line and think, “Yes, yes, that’s just how it is.”

Winner’s Trilogy and Grisha Trilogy

– I read so much YA this year, but these are two fantasy series I feel pretty confident recommending (they were fun and adventurous and not cursed with a love-triangle). 

Big Little Lies – Liane Moriarty

– Technically a murder mystery, but it was so funny too. Charming and intriguing. The perfect “enjoyment” book

Virginia Wolf by Kyo Maclear

– This is a children’s picture book, and I read it on the couch of a dear friend who showed it to me, and I was trying not to react too obviously, except to say, “Oh it’s lovely!” But it was more than lovely. It felt deeply personal and moving and pricked my dry, shriveled tear ducts.

A.S. King and Subjectivity

Growing up, my reading tastes were somewhat pedestrian. In other words, if I really, really loved a book, chances were, it was already pretty popular. I liked some books, especially genre books, that weren’t to everyone’s taste, but if I adored a book, I felt confident recommending it and having it well received.

Obviously, by now, I’ve read several books that land on my favorites list—because for whatever personal reason to me, that book is extra special—but I already know not everyone will love it. (Winter’s Tale is one of those; I think it’s completely great, but know basically no else who has read it, let alone likes it, and the vast majority of my YA reading community wouldn’t care for it.)

One of the first times I was surprised by this revelation was reading A.S. King, specifically, Everybody Sees the Ants. Sometimes I would stop reading because sentences would startle me. They were so smartly placed, so plain and raw and lovely. I quickly read Please Ignore Vera Dietz, Ask the Passengers, and waited patiently to read Reality Boy. Today I finished her latest, Glory O’Brien’s History of the Future. 

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The thing is, nobody, nobody weaves magic into reality as well as she does (magical realism, get it?). I just—every time, I think she’s brilliant. And in a world of John Green and Rainbow Rowell, I could not understand why her books weren’t totally flying off the shelves. Don’t get me wrong, she’s still a successful and respected author (Please Ignore Vera Dietz was a Printz Honor), but she’s not as wildly and commercially popular as some of her contemporaries, and at first I genuinely did not get people who didn’t get A.S. King.

Anyway, it also took King a lot of years and a lot of books to get published, and I had the sudden thought of, “That must have been really hard, but hallelujah, she didn’t try to write something more mainstream or trendy.”

We all know publishing is subjective (which, by the way, does not mean arbitrary; hard work and talent still applies here), but I wonder if we remember that when we’re dreaming of our seven-figure book deals. You may have to let go of your dream of being the next Harry Potter, because it might be that your Ideal Reader, the one that will say, “My god, this book was written for me,” is in the minority. Even if the book in your heart is destined to make mad, sappy brain-love with a group of people too small to bump you onto the NYT bestseller list, don’t throw it in the trash for a hook. Readers respond to sincerity, to emotional truth, not to hooks. How many “quiet” books have taken off because readers (not big marketing budgets) love it?

True, publishing can be a little mercenary in that it prefers novels that appeal to a wide group of readers rather than novels that appeal to only a few. But before you ditch the quirky “quiet” book for a young adult love-triangle-story with probably-some-magic-of-some-sort, be persistent, wait for that agent or that editor who will catch a whiff of that emotional resonance, be excited about it, and get it published. (If the story of your heart is the YA love story with magic, then hurray!, you already have mass appeal.) Maybe someday someone will run around waving your book saying, “Read this! Why doesn’t everyone love it already?!”

By the way, go read A.S. King. I don’t know why everyone doesn’t love her already.

Sometimes, Running Away Works

Rebecca Solnit, in her book The Faraway Nearby, said:

“The bigness of the world is redemption. Despair compresses you into a small space, and a depression is literally a hollow in the ground. To dig deeper into the self, to go underground, is sometimes necessary, but so is the other route of getting out of yourself, into the larger world, into the openness in which you need not clutch your story and your troubles so tightly to your chest.”

I’m currently a nomad, traveling around, and I give this introduction only because people tend to ask me, “But what are you doing out there? Why did you go?”

“Nothing. I wanted to.”

I’m terrible at taking pictures. But I’m very good at remembering things. So here goes—first up Boston!

Here are some lovely things about Boston:

1) Louisa May Alcott’s house (Little Women!), an assortment of pens on dead authors graves, and Walden Pond. Even better than the pond itself, was walking the entire perimeter chatting about book contracts with two people who totally knew what they were talking about. And even better than that was the ice cream we got after—which was so rich I didn’t even finish it, but it stayed in my soul.

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2) Seeing The Lion King musical for the first time and getting the chance to see Finding Neverland before it premieres on Broadway in March. I WEPT. (And even better? The kind of friend who doesn’t bat an eye seeing two musicals in a row.)

3) The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. I just. I can’t even. Isabella Stewart Gardner traveled the world and amassed a remarkable collection of art. In 1903, she completed the construction of a personalized museum to house her collection. Everything is arranged in such a loving, deliberate way, and there’s a mix of paintings, furniture, textiles, and objects from different cultures and periods among well-known European paintings and sculpture. It’s beautiful, and Isabella is one of the coolest ladies in history.

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4) Walking all around Boston. I saw the balcony where they first read the Declaration of Independence, saw the “Make Way for Ducklings” duck statues in Arlington Park, read my book in the stunning Boston Public Library courtyard, watched sailboats on the river, and climbed aboard the U.S.S. Constitution. (Even better: going to the children’s section of the museum and pretending to be a sailor and playing all the games.)

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5) Having a wonderful friend who will not only act as a tour guide and let you use her discount at the bookstore, but who will talk about books and writing and publishing and musicals and all sorts of odd topics in between for four days straight and never feel like we’ve ran out of things to say. Not to mention, when your friend is a bookseller, you will leave with new books you’ve been dying to read in your bag, and you’ve also been introduced to lovely books you didn’t know existed. (Virginia Wolf, the picture book! Bloody Jack!)

6) Nothing is Ever Not Wonderful.

Just kidding. I caught a mega cold right when I got there and spent a literary party huddled in a blanket, hacking on the floor while I watched Netflix.

But otherwise, yes. Everything was perfect. (;

Next stop, Canada!

EPIC

For weeks (okay, okay—over a month) my blog has proudly featured a post with the title “I Hate Exercise” and it has been there, the first thing I see, wherever my site is advertised, like a glaring banner of self-admitted weakness, and finally I thought:

“Enough of that.”

This new one is much catchier, right?

EPIC.

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Incidentally, I also have something to say about epicness, particularly epic fiction. And I don’t mean it in the pop-culture sense of the word, that is just so cool and massive in its coolness.

An epic is traditionally a genre of poetry—like the Iliad and the Odyssey, or the Old English Beowulf. Nowadays, an epic can mean anything that follows a theme of grandeur and heroism.  But how I’m thinking of it right now is based on the incredibly simplistic definition of: a really, really long book.

Books like these.

I’m currently sketching research ideas for a future novel set as a Western and my dad (die-hard cowboy that he is) sent me home with a whole stack of movies, the first of which was the six-hour long miniseries of Lonesome Dove—which, if you didn’t know, is based on the 600-something page novel (that also won the Pulitizer).

I loved it, in the same way I love many historical miniseries where I can sink into the world and the characters for a good, long while.

Hence, my renewed obsession with long-ass books.

One of my top-favorite classics is The Count of Monte Cristo, and I was flipping through it the other day because my WIP has some revenge themes in it, and I kept thinking, “Geez, I forgot how good this was.” In the publishing industry—at least lately, in our hyper-competitive media world—we get pretty finicky about lengthy word counts. If you’re a new author trying to get signed, forget about it. But why is that? I mean, not always, but fairly freaking often, the big guns are winning literary prizes and they create cultish groups of fans.  Last year, to name some contemporary literary examples, there was: Eleanor Catton’s The Luminaries, Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch, and Sergio de la Pava’s A Naked Singularity.

Do I even need to mention Game of Thrones (or any fantasy series? because, duh)?

Here’s what I like about big books: you have to get really comfortable with them. A big page count means multiple days, multiple sitting-downs with this book and this world and these characters. This ain’t no one-night stand, it’s a commitment.

Therefore, even though it’s harder to get through a longer book, and you may not always be in the mood or have time for one, if you finish one, there’s no way you’re not at least a little affected. You are changed.

Here is my secret confession:

It is my dream to right a really big novel. When I was younger, I used to think, like Les Miserables! Now I, more realistically, can admit that . . . probably not like Les Miserables, but I can still write a book that spans multiple characters and years of time, and it might in fact suck, but whatever that’s my dream. (And is sort of, if I may confess a little more, the book of my heart, the one I’m waiting to write until I’m a better writer so I do it justice.)

So, hi, I’m McKelle, and I like big books—

—and I cannot lie.

(Just kidding. Couldn’t resist.)

. . . and you other readers can’t deny, when a book walks in with a good plot base and big spine in your face, you get sprung!

(Okay. Now I’m really done.)

Banned Books week is two weeks away, and I think I need a badge that says I <3 BB, and BB can stand for Banned Books or Big Books. And in honor of these two grand loves, I’ve decided to read a big banned book I’ve never read (and never seen the movie either, somehow), namely:

Gone With the Wind, by Margaret Mitchell, which finds itself at number 26 on the American Library Association’s list of the 100 most-banned classics.

Happy reading, y’all.