Friday, December 26, 2008

Merry Christmas!


Merry Christmas to all! I wish you all the best at this holiday season - love, health, sucess.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

LOVE REMAINS THE SAME

This is my new favorite song!

"Everything will change
But love remains the same"

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Monday, December 15, 2008

CONTESTS!!

To celebrate my release of ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS with Cobblestone Press, LLC I'm having a contest this week. All you have to do is subscribe to my new newsletter.

With three more books coming out next year (hopefully more!) I thought this would be a great way to keep in touch with people and let them know my news. So subscribe here:
Kelly Jamieson's newsletter

And don't forget...I'm part of TJ Michaels' contest HOLIDAY HOTTIES!! Check out the details at TJ Michaels website - fabulous prizes to be won!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

My Christmas release is out!




My Cobblestone Press story, ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS, is out today!

I'm blogging at the Cobblestone Press blog with a heart-warming Christmas story about true Christmas spirit!

Buy ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS here
Cobblestone Press, LLC










And check back next week for a Christmas contest!

Friday, November 28, 2008

Guest blogging

Today I'm guest blogging at Writers and Readers of Distinctive Fiction - check it out!


Thursday, November 20, 2008

Farewell Debby



It was a sad day in Winnipeg this week when Debby the Polar Bear had to be euthanized.
Assiniboine Park Zoo’s Debby had been ailing for a while after a series of strokes last year. At age 42, Debby is famous for being the oldest living polar bear in the world. Few polar bears reach 20 years of age in the wild, but many have survived into their early 30s in captivity.
Recently zookeepers had been feeding her smoked goldeye, cupcakes and chocolate to entice her to eat.
Debby came to the Assiniboine Park Zoo in 1967 from Russia where she was orphaned as a cub. She had six babies with her longtime mate Skipper, who died in 1999 at age 34.
Debby has been the Zoo’s most popular attraction for many years. She loved to strike a pose for visitors. It wasn’t a visit to the zoo without seeing Debby. I loved watching her because she seemed so gentle and reminded me of my dog, who is 15 pounds as opposed to Debby’s 1100 pounds, but they are almost the same colour and have similar faces and paw movements. Sometimes my dog sits back on her butt like Debby the polar bear. I always especially loved seeing Debby dive into the pool and swim, her white fur floating around her. You could just tell she loved it.Zoo employees said she even had a sense of humour.
It could take years for the zoo to acquire a new polar bear, since the current bear enclosure is not up to provincial standards and the waiting lists for bear cubs for zoos are long.
Many people are planning ways to pay tribute to Debby’s memory.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Happy Halloween!




I wish the pumpkins showed up better, they were way cool! It was such a fun Halloween. My daughter's friend dressed as a witch and sat in a chair in our front yard. Some kids weren't fooled, but the ones who got too close got a scare! The fog machine and creepy music didn't help. Yup, that's me drinking my witch's brew.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Contest finalist and a sale on the same day!

I'm a finalist in the Spacecoast Authors of Romance Launching a Star Contest!!

I entered the follow up story to Love Me - Love Me More - in this contest, and on the same day I was notified I'm a finalist, my editor at Samhain offered me a contract on it!

If you go to their website http://www.authorsofromance.com/contest.htm the 2008 winners are posted, scrolling down the left side and if you're patient enough (I'm not known for my patience!!) my name is there.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

I loved this so much when I saw it on TV, when I found it on You Tube I had to post it here.


Sunday, October 19, 2008

Contest winer

Wow!! Thanks to everyone who entered, it was great to see so many!!! I so wish I could give a copy of my book to everyone.

And the winner is.... GINA TEH!!

I will email you also to let you know, Gina.

This made my birthday extra special!

Friday, October 17, 2008

Birthday contest


Hey it's my birthday so to celebrate I'm having a contest!
Win a free copy of "LOVE ME" !
Just go to my website www.kellyjamieson.com

and send me an email at info@kellyjamieson.com

with the names of my next 3 releases!

I'll draw first thing Sunday morning because Saturday night I'm partying!

Contests and more contests!

In addition to the Cobblestone Scavenger Hunt, I'm part of TJ Michaels' contest HOLIDAY HOTTIES!! Check out the details at TJ Michaels website. Another fabulous list of prizes!!

Friday, October 10, 2008

Scavenger Hunt


Cobblestone Press authors are having a fall scavenger hunt . Looks like a huge awesome prize! The list of prizes is here: Cobblestone Press

All you have to do is get the list from the above scavenger hunt link, and find the little pumpkin logo on all our websites!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Love Me is hanging on!

Yesterday Love Me was up to #3 on the My Book Store and More bestseller list! And I got reviewed again! Check out this website Reading Romance Books. Reviewer Sarah happened to pick Love Me as her first e-book and she really liked it, so she reviewed it and invited me to do a guest post on their blog. Reading Romances Guest Author: Kelly Jamieson.

This is so much fun!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

My first book is out!!


My first release is out this week!

I was excited but nervous, too – what if nobody bought my book?

But what a week this has been! I’d already had one review before Love Me was even released, and it was pretty good - 4 out of 5 angels from Fallen Angel Reviews.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted from partying in the Samhain café and I had fan mail!! One was from a fellow author who read Love Me and loved it. Her comments meant so much to me. The other was from a reader who says “she’s hooked” and wants to know when my next book is out! How cool is that????

The day after release day I was #8 on the My Book Store and More bestseller list! And that was after only twenty-four hours!Then I got another message from another author, Kirsten Saell, who read my book and liked it so much she reviewed it on her blog! She didn’t like everything about it – LOL – but her comments about the characters were really insightful. She really got it! Check it out:
http://bi-curious-romancenovel-chat.blogspot.com/2008/09/review-love-me-by-kelly-jamieson.html

And today Love Me is #6 on the bestseller list!

I’m so thrilled and proud to be sharing my stories, and I’m so glad others like Love Me.

So I asked myself – do these few days of joyfulness make up for all those months of depressing rejections?

They sure do!!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

My first review!!


Yesterday I found out Love Me has been reviewed, and it isn't even out yet!

Fallen Angel Reviews http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2008/August/Bella-LoveMe.htm
gave Love Me 4 Angels!

I'm pretty happy about that! The reviewer said "Love Me is a well-written, blisteringly sexy short story."

Of course then she went on to say some other things, which is okay - everyone's entitled to their opinion. Maybe she was expecting something different, because there aren't that many F/F/M menage stories. I have no personal experience on this subject (!) but I don't know if people think of it as cheating or infidelity when they're in a threesome...

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Contratulations Nara!

I just heard that my critique partner Nara Malone placed first in the Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest, with her paranormal romance A Tiger's Tale. I've been reading this as a critique partner and I have to say, it's a fabulous story - very original, and Nara' s voice is fresh and evocative.

Way to go Nara!!!

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Bad Sex in Fiction

I recently learned of an important literary award, the “Bad Sex in Fiction Award", established by Britain’s Literary Review. The award aims to “draw attention to the crude, tasteless, often perfunctory use of redundant passages of sexual description in the modern novel, and to discourage it.”

Last year’s winner, Iain Hollingshead, author of “Twenty Something” won with his description of “a commotion of grunts and squeaks, flashing unconnected images and explosions of a million little particles.” His description of “bulging trousers” apparently put him over the top.

The runner-up was Tim Willcocks’ medieval action novel, “The Religion,” for a scene in which characters grapple passionately in a forge “across the cold steel face of the anvil.” “In the pit of his stomach a cauldron boiled and some seething and nameless brew rose up through his spine and filled his brain with the Devil’s Fire,” Willcocks writes.

Other finalists included Mitchell’s 1980s coming-of-age story, “Black Swan Green,” for a passage in which one character’s breasts are compared to “a pair of Danishes” and another’s to “two Space Hoppers.”

Mark Haddon, the best-selling author of “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time,” was shortlisted for his description of rapture in his latest novel, “A Spot of Bother”: “Images went off in her head like little fireworks. The smell of coconut. Brass firedogs.”
Curious, I researched past winners and found these truly memorable scenes:

Villages by John Updike:
"A flock of crows, six or eight, raucously rasping at one another, thrashed into the top of an oak on the edge of the square of sky. The heavenly invasion made his heart race; he looked down at his prick, silently begging it not to be distracted; his mind fought skidding into crows and woods, babies and Phyllis, and his prick stared back at him with its one eye clouded by a single drop of pure seminal yearning. He felt suspended at the top of an arc. Faye leaned back on the blanket, arranging her legs in an M of receptivity, and he knelt between them like the most abject and craven supplicant who ever exposed his bare ass to the eagle eyes of a bunch of crows.
Faye took him in hand. He slipped in. He became an adulterer. He went for the last inch. She grunted, at her own revelation. His was that her cunt did not feel like Phyllis's. Smoother, somehow simpler, its wetness less thick, less of a sauce, more of a glaze. It was soon over. He could not help himself, he was so excited, proud, and nervous. When he was done, he opened his eyes, and saw this stranger's face an inch from his, seemingly asleep, the closed eyelids showing a thin pulse, her long lips curved self-lullingly."

“Less of a sauce, more of a glaze….?” Wow.

And how about Winkler by Giles Coren:
"And he came hard in her mouth and his dick jumped around and rattled on her teeth and he blacked out and she took his dick out of her mouth and lifted herself from his face and whipped the pillow away and he gasped and glugged at the air, and he came again so hard that his dick wrenched out of her hand and a shot of it hit him straight in the eye and stung like nothing he'd ever had in there, and he yelled with the pain, but the yell could have been anything, and as she grabbed at his dick, which was leaping around like a shower dropped in an empty bath, she scratched his back deeply with the nails of both hands and he shot three more times, in thick stripes on her chest. Like Zorro."

Gotta love that one – leaping around like a shower dropped in an empty bath”. Now there’s an image. How about a garden hose with the water turned on full blast? Or a fire hose? And love the Zorro reference - I’m picturing it in my mind.

Now this one is amazing:
Fan Tan by Marlon Brando and Donald Cammell (William Heinemann)
"In a moment Annie was on his side, Madame Lai was like a plant growing over him, and her little fist (holding the biggest black pearl) was up his asshole planting the pearl in the most appreciated place.
"Oh, Lord," he cried out. "I'm a-comin'!"
She could not answer. It is the one drawback of fellatio as conscientious as hers that it eliminates the chance for small talk and poetry alike. But nothing is exactly perfect in this life, and for Annie Doultry the delicate but firm pressure on his rear parts was in perfect harmony with the eruption of his cock. He came and he came - we are dealing with a hero here. At one point his lover backed away to inspect the unaltered gush of it, like a plumber saying to a customer, "Don't blame me. This water supply will stop when the dam's empty."
The bed creaked and its old springs twanged as he levered into action with his hungry stomach and his big slippery mouth. Annie was at work again. With a practiced flick of the wrist designed for heavier work, he eased the cheongsam's slit wider to expose the entire butterball thigh. Without perceptible movement, her legs were now definitely farther apart, and their musculature was unresistant and frothy, as if they were no longer bearing her weight. In a sense, she seemed to float upon the musty air like an arrangement of balloons. Evidently the dexterous licking of the inside of her left knee was contributing to her support, as it would soon to her downfall.
When it came, it was a float rather than a fall. Annie's left hand was completely occupied, each finger playing a separate tune upon the delicate complexities of her pussy, so it must have been the right one that slid under her ass and elevated her and floated her onto the bed - or more precisely, onto Annie, onto his broad stomach, the sturdy muscles beneath expressly relaxed to provide the comfort of a mattress of familiar Celtic flesh. An unintelligible muttering sound came from Yummee as she subsided on top of him. It could have been a prayer to one of her goddesses, or a threat. ..."

First of all I can’t even figure out how many people are in this scene, nor what they are doing. The “butterball thigh” completely threw me off, as did the plumber/customer analogy and the “frothy musculature". And yes, there is little opportunity for small talk (or poetry) during fellatio, gosh darn it.

Apparently there is still time to be considered for this year’s award…

Friday, June 27, 2008

Bodice rippers????

Twice in the last week or so I’ve come across the term “bodice ripper” referring to romance novels. It surprises me that anyone still uses that term. Today I came across an article from The Times Literary Supplement by Lidija Haas, who works at the London Review of Books. She states “For many decades now, the detailed treatment of conventional love and its happy endings has been all but exiled from serious fiction….The romance novel’s exclusion is made more obvious by publishers’ attempts to disguise its true nature, and many books are pitched awkwardly halfway between literary fiction and bodice-ripper.” (italics mine) She further says that even in these awkward half-romance/half literary fiction stories, “the essential story remains that of a plucky young woman, poor, or at least a misfit in some way, who struggles to make her way in the world, facing loneliness and adversity, before at last being rewarded with a conventional happy ending: successful love, and perhaps babies.”

She further cites some novels as examples, but these novels are not romance novels. Perhaps they are those “awkward half literary/half romance” novels she refers to and maybe that’s why they don’t satisfy.

Many of us saw the recent MSNBC poll about whether people read “bodice rippers”. Turns out 46% of people who responded read romance and 23% read it sometimes (a total of 69%). Only 31% said they never read romance.

According to the Romance Writers of America website, romance fiction outsold every market category in 2006, with the exception of religion/inspirational, and 26.4% of all books sold are romance.

Yet, despite the popularity and widespread sales of romance novels, the genre still attracts derision (which I feel when I see the term bodice ripper) skepticism and criticism. There is still a stigma attached to reading romance novels.

Why is this?

According to fiction author Melissa Pritchard, the romance novel "perpetuates something slightly dangerous, that there's this notion, that there's this perfect love out there, and it can distract you from the work of loving yourself."

Janice Radway’s 1987 study concluded that women feel guilty about reading popular romances, and the shame is often as result of husbands who criticize them for wasting 'their' hard-earned money and for spending time absorbed in a novel rather than devoting time to the household, their family and husband.

Does this still hold true in 2008? Do women still feel guilty about reading romance for the same reasons? Do women who take time away from their home, husband and family to read literary fiction feel guilty? How about readers of science fiction? Do men feel guilty about taking time to read a western novel or Maxim magazine? Or is it just the belief that that romance fiction has no value, that we can’t learn anything about human character, relationships or humanity in general by reading such fiction?

When Lidija Haas states “the essential story remains that of a plucky young woman, poor, or at least a misfit in some way, who struggles to make her way in the world, facing loneliness and adversity, before at last being rewarded with a conventional happy ending: successful love, and perhaps babies.” - this too is misleading. If the climax and resolution of a story is just that someone is “rewarded” (for what?) by finding love (and perhaps babies…????) certainly that is not going to be a satisfying story. And yet, the other elements she mentions – a protagonist who is poor or a misfit in some way, struggles to make her way in the world - how is that essentially different than any other novel: something significant happens to the character, who then decides to pursue a goal, devises a plan of action and even though there are forces trying to stop him/her, moves forward because there is so much at stake, the goal being so important to him/her that he/she will do anything to achieve it, struggles against adversity, faces an ultimate decision in a last effort to achieve his/her goal/solve his/her problem, and in making that decision satisfies a need in him/her created in his/her past, giving us a view of his/her depeest character and humanity...?

Many of those who criticize romance fiction seem to think that the protagonist’s goal is simply to find a man, or to find love, at the expense of finding herself. I don’t know of any romance novels (not that I’ve read them all!) where the heroine’s goal is to find a man. Even if it is, that’s not her only goal – there’s a deeper, more complex goal than just finding a man, getting married or finding love.

A good story is emotionally satisfying; it validates our values, and shows us that the struggle to live our values is worth it all. But when the protagonist remains true to her values, achieves her ultimate goal (or sometimes not, but is stronger and better for it) AND finds love – that’s even more emotionally satisfying.

Love is one of the most common themes in any kind of art. Most movies have a love story and most pop music is about love. Because deep inside everyone one of us, despite our struggles to achieve our most important goals or to solve our biggest problems, we all want to love and to be loved.

Anyone who uses the term “bodice ripper” is out of touch with the changes that have taken place in romance publishing over the last twenty years. And I’d like to say that’s all there is to it. But with the negativity towards the romance genre, using that term to refer to all romances is completely misleading and spurious and only serves to further undermine the legitimacy of the romance genre. The term comes across as demeaning to women, with the portrayal of a weak heroine being at the mercy of a hero who forces her to submit to him. But wait…there are stories about domination and submission where the heroine wants to be dominated by a strong man. And if a woman’s motivations are portrayed in a believable and convincing manner, if she is a strong woman who knows herself and knows what she wants, and she wants to be dominated, isn’t that okay? But I still would never call that story a “bodice ripper”…

Sunday, June 22, 2008

New Marian Keyes book!!




I was so excited when I went to the book store and saw Marian Keyes' new book out! Finally!! (No worries, Marian!) She aplogizes for how "embarassingly long" it took to write this new book. I'm just impatient. I've already started it and have had some laugh out loud moments already. My husband says, "Is this going to be another one of those books?" She's funny!!

Sunday, June 1, 2008

A really bad hair day

Ever have a really bad hair day?
I went to get my hair done last week, my usual every six (or eight) weeks color and cut. This time, I decided I wanted a little change. I felt my hair was getting too blonde. Not that there’s anything wrong with being blonde. Although I do have my blonde moments – like the time my office was having the carpet replaced and I had to pack all my stuff up. The next morning, new carpet in place, I went to unpack and discovered that I had packed my scissors in a box and sealed it up with tape. Or the other night when my husband was working late and asked if I’d be awake when he got home. I told him, “If I’m not awake I’ll be asleep.”
My natural color is a sort of light auburn, and highlights over highlights were making me too blonde, so I told my hair stylist Olivia I wanted it a little darker, maybe with some streaks of light brown, like a caramel color. She was so happy! She was like an artist, brushing on different colors. When she finally removed all the tinfoil, shampooed, cut and blow-dried, I looked at myself in shock.
The back of my head was its normal reddish-blonde color but the underneath layer of the front was a dark chocolate brown, and the top layer was a very light, bleached blonde. I looked like a tri-colored skunk.
How could I tell this artist that her work of art was ugly and horrible? I couldn’t do it. I tactfully told her it was a lot blonder than I wanted, that I was trying to be less blonde. I guess she realized I wasn’t sure about the new look so she told me to give it a few days to get used to it and if I still didn’t like it, to come back.
I went home and looked in the mirror. And I cried. The blonde was too blonde and the brown was way too dark. I’d never in my life had such dark hair. It was so not what I’d wanted.
So I went to the drugstore. After spending about two hours examining every hair color product in the hair aisle, I selected a highlighting kit and a low lighting kit.
I went home and first tried the lowlights. I thought if I blended the blonde in with the dark color it might not look so bad. After another blow dry, I cried again. Now I looked like Morticia.
My husband, after twenty-three years of marriage, wisely knows what not to say about my hair. He would never say it looked awful, but he also knew better than to try to tell me that it looked nice. I sobbed on his shoulder.
Then I tried the highlights, trying to blend the dark in with the light. Another shampoo and blow dry, another facing of the mirror. Well, I could live with it. At least I looked more like myself. I didn’t do too bad of a job, if I did say so myself other than a few weird sideways stripes, and the underneath part was still way too dark and looked a little strange, but now at least I could go to work and face people.
The next night night, Olivia called, checking to see how I liked my hair. I was totally busted. What could I say? I couldn’t lie, unless I never wanted to return to her salon. I’ve been with Olivia longer than I’ve been with my husband, so breaking up would be hard to do. So I told her I’d done “some stuff” myself.
She was horrified. What kind of stuff? I told her what I’d done. You should have called me, she told me, very upset. She got me to come in the next day so she could see what I’d done and if she could fix it. I felt terrible, like I’d betrayed her, but I’d been so reluctant to tell her I hated it.
Olivia told me that as a client, I am her walking advertisement. If my hair looks good, it reflects well on her (and vice versa - she didn’t say that, but I know she was thinking that I was walking around with amateur highlights and lowlights and people were holding her responsible). She said she would rather I told her if I was unhappy about something to give her a chance to fix it.
When she looked at my hair, she was very tactful and she redid the color and highlights completely and didn’t even charge me.
I’d like to say the moral of the story is that being so upset about something like your hair is superficial and vain and I’ve learned that appearance isn’t everything. But …no.
Have you ever cried over a bad hairdo? Do you rush home from the salon to wash and style your hair yourself? Try to fix something you don’t like with dye or even - yikes - scissors???


Previously posted at Wicked Wenches

Friday, May 9, 2008

Editing

I’m in editing hell!!

This week, I got back all three manuscripts from all three publishers with editing to be done. My shoulders are throbbing. My mousing hand is aching. And cold. It gets cold when I mouse a lot. I can do it with my left hand but some of those clicks in “track changes” have to be so precise it’s really hard with my left hand.

The editing process hasn’t been as painful as I might have thought, over all. It’s kind of like the ultimate critique – with none of the little encouraging comments! J But all my editors have provided lots of positive feedback in their e-mails to me, about how much they like the stories. I really hope readers like them too when they’re finally released!

I’m not a very patient person and the publishing business moves so slowly. And this is e-publishing! In print I understand it’s even slower. It took a whole year for one publisher to respond to my query. I’d given up on it. And that’s just the start of the process.

Do I sound like I’m whining and complaining? Because I’m not! No, no, no, I am so happy to be editing work for publication. I actually like editing, except the bad thing is I want to completely re-write some parts. I could edit forever. And I’m learning so much – like, I really need to start using some commas!

I love every part of writing – thinking up ideas, working through the plot, inventing characters, then the actually writing (love that the best) and even revising and editing. The only part I don’t like is what comes after that – the selling part. Sending out query after query, and all the rejection. That sucks. And it takes so much time away from what I really want to do, which is write.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Gardening in the snow?

Well, last weekend the snow was gone and I was sitting on the deck, getting a mild sunburn and contemplating the flowers I would soon be planting. Then on Thursday it snowed again. And a day later, the snow is still here. AAAAARRRRGH!!!

This time of year I get so excited about gardening. It's been a long winter.

Last year we cut down a beautiful chokecherry tree in our backyard because it was diseased. I loved and hated that tree. In the spring, the blossoms are beautiful and smell heavenly. Then the chokecherries ripen and fall all over our stone patio. Ugh. But an unexpected benefit is all the additional sun we now have in the yard. I’ve always had to choose shade-loving plants, so I have lots of hostas and I always plant impatiens. I love orange and yellow color combinations and it’s hard to find orange and yellow flowers that like the shade. I buy flats of orange impatiens. A few years ago when they came out with a yellow impatiens I was ecstatic, but they’re really hard to find.

So this year it’s exciting because I’m not limited. I’ve already been flipping through the catalogues marking the sun-loving flowers I want to try this year. I can’t wait to go the garden centers and smell the freshness of growing plants and see the colors. I love putting together different combinations. Sometimes I’ll make a planter of different flowers all in the same shades, like a scarlet geranium, red petunias and red verbena, or one year I did a planter with all white flowers and all green and white variegated leaves. Other times I like contrasting color combinations. I love red, yellow and purple together. I like greenery that’s interesting too, like the Vancouver geranium with it’s variegated leaves and that bronze sweet potato vine.

But it looks like it will be a while before I’ll be planting anything…sigh.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Buying books...

The other day, in one of the many chat groups I now belong to thanks to my publishers, one of the authors mentioned an experience she’d just had where a reader came up to her to tell her how much she’d enjoyed her book. That was so nice, except as they chatted, it came out that the reader hadn’t actually bought the book – someone else had downloaded it and sent it to her. The author expressed her disappointment, because that was a lost sale for her.

This has been big news in the music industry for a while now. With the advent of digital music, and now digital books, it’s so easy for people to access them without paying for them.

But as I thought about it, I realized that with books, this has always gone on. How many of you have ever loaned out your books to friends or relatives? My aunt and I used to have a great exchange program – someone would give her books when they were done with them, she’d pass them on to me, I’d read them and pass them on to someone else. I guess I never thought of the fact that we were depriving an author of a sale.

Of course, now I do! But I don’t think it’s realistic to think it’s going to stop.

Now I don’t know the numbers, but I suspect that authors of print books make substantially more money than many authors of electronic books. When the publisher tells you they won’t cut royalty checks for less than twenty-five dollars, you can be pretty sure you’re not going to be making big bucks, especially for new authors. So the loss of even one sale is felt a lot more in that case. Especially when sales are tracked by the publisher, and bestsellers are noted. It's not just a loss of money - it's potentially a loss of recognition and status as an author.

I guess we just have to hope that by reading a book, even if they didn’t pay for it, readers will like it enough to remember your name and go out and buy your next book.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Insomnia

I have trouble sleeping.

Not every night. But often enough to drive me crazy. It’s so frustrating being wide awake in the middle of the night, knowing I need so get some sleep but of course the harder I try, the more awake I am. I just read an article about a book by Eluned Summers-Bremner, English professor and cultural historian at the University of Auckland, New Zealand, called Insomnia: A Cultural History. She talks about being “head tired” where you can’t shut your brain off. Apparently because we spend so much time sitting still but working with our brains, our body isn’t tired, even though our mind is, and we have a harder time getting to sleep.

She also believes there is a link between insomnia and creativity. A lot of poets and writers believe this, too. Many great artists and thinkers (Franklin, Edison, Wordsworth, Proust) were insomniacs.

Now, I’m no Proust, but I know that I have written some of my best work in the middle of the night while lying there wide awake! Too bad it never made it onto the computer screen. Some people keep a notebook by their bed so they can write things down, such as dreams. I guess I could do that. Sometimes I get great ideas in the night but the worst is when I lay there for two hours and actually write almost an entire novel. I should just get up and go downstairs and start typing.

But then there’s no chance I’d be getting any sleep that night!

All this raises the question for me…does my insomnia result in creativity? Or is my creativity causing my insomnia?Ms Summers-Bremner doesn’t think that insomnia causes the creativity, but because some people think it does, they don’t want to give up their insomnia.

What do you think?