Monday, September 8, 2014

Roadmap to a YA Contemporary Novel

As some of you already know, I've recently put aside my otherworldly fetish to explore my abilities in the contemporary arena. And I've had a bit of progress. 

In brief: the real world YA tale I'm developing finally has its bare bones. I have my female and male leads, their backgrounds and current struggles - some of which touch upon the serious topics of a physically debilitating disease, depression, and self-inflicted abuse such as anorexia and drug use. Of course, it all revolves around young love, learning to trust, and the gift of believing in one's own worth. The more I develop these ideas, the more I see value in this story being told. There's still plenty of details to figure out, and I'll keep you informed on my progress.

With the above in mind, please help me welcome Young Adult Author Julie Musil! She's here to share her wisdom on writing YA contemporary literature. She writes from her rural home in Southern California, where she lives with her husband and three sons. She’s an obsessive reader who loves stories that grab the heart and won’t let go. Find her: Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Website | Goodreads/The Summer of Crossing Lines | Goodreads/Julie Musil | Pinterest.

Her YA novel The Boy Who Loved Fire was released earlier this year. And her latest was released a few days ago. Congratulations to Julie! 
Title: The Summer of Crossing Lines
Author: Julie Musil
Release date: August 19, 2014
Category: Young Adult (YA)
Genre: Contemporary Mystery

Description: When her protective older brother disappears, sixteen-year-old Melody loses control of her orderly life. Her stuttering flares up, her parents are shrouded in a grief-induced fog, and she clings to the last shreds of her confidence. 

The only lead to her brother’s disappearance is a 30-second call from his cell phone to Rex, the leader of a crime ring. Frustrated by a slow investigation with too many obstacles, and desperate to mend her broken family, Melody crosses the line from wallflower to amateur spy. She infiltrates Rex’s group and is partnered with Drew, a handsome pickpocket whose kindness doesn’t fit her perception of a criminal. He doesn’t need to steal her heart—she hands it to him.

With each law Melody breaks, details of her brother’s secret life emerge until she’s on the cusp of finding him. But at what point does truth justify the crime? 


Roadmap to a Contemporary YA Novel
by Julie Musil

With the success of John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars, there’s been a lot of talk about contemporary novels being “in.” But contemporary novels have never been out. They’ve quietly lurked in the background all along. Contemporary is my favorite genre, so naturally that’s what I gravitated toward as a writer.

How do writers capture a contemporary story? Here’s my process.

•   Pluck ideas from the news. For my recent release, The Summer of Crossing Lines, the original story seed came to me while watching the news. A high speed car chase was happening on our Los Angeles freeways. No surprise there. But what did surprise me was that a teen guy and girl ended up sprawled out face down on the freeway. Guns and ammunition were found in the truck. My writer brain kicked into high gear. Who were these teens? How did they end up face down on the freeway? Why were they carrying guns and ammo? A scene was born.

•   Connect current issues to teens’ concerns. Thankfully, I have three teen sons in the house which helps with character development. But even if I didn’t, I’d rely on my own teen experiences to capture teen worries. Sure, times have changed and some of my former worries are antiquated. But some teen issues remain the same--the need to fit in, self esteem, insecurities, friendships, fractured families, etc. If we put ourselves back in that time, back when we had pimples, a fresh driver’s license, and curves in new places, we can capture what today’s teens are going through and create a meaningful theme.

•   Create characters who will struggle most within the plot. I usually come up with plot ideas first, then work to create characters who will struggle the most within that plot. In The Summer of Crossing Lines, the main character Melody searches for her missing brother and infiltrates a theft ring. Who would be out of place in that situation? A lot of people. But Melody stutters and she’s insecure. Instant conflict.

•   Beware of “dating” your material. Technology changes faster than we can update our iPhones. In my opinion, it’s best to keep these references vague or give them new names. Instead of saying “Facebook,” come up with your own name. Sarah Dessen calls a similar site UME.com in her novel, Lock and Key. Who knows how long before Facebook goes the way of MySpace? In my recent release, I simply used the phrase “wall page.”

Books about real characters living in the real world and tackling real issues make compelling stories that current teens can relate to. Do you write contemporary novels? How does your process compare? Any tips you’d like to add?

Thank you for joining us, Julie! 
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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

A Perfectly Messy, Noisy, & Zany Cloud of Oblivion

The first few weeks of the new school year always get me. My summer brain refuses to get up off its warm, sandy beach and dip a toe or two into the frigid ocean water of binder shopping and lunch making. But I'm Mom. So I must. 

When I finally do brave the dark deep, I find what I find every year - a battleground of other parents, eyelids as half-mast as mine, lips pursed, and attitudes that reek of I despise school supply shopping so nobody better get in my way! My kids begin filling my cart with mechanical pencils and calculators, as I trudge through the motions like everyone else. 

A tsunami of past school year Mom responsibilities/failures rumble in my head to the tune of "Rock You Like A Hurricane". I think of the time one of my sons was on a baseball team with green jerseys, and I went to pick up socks to match only to discover the store was out. The store was out because green isn't a popular color for jerseys in our area, so local stores didn't care many pairs. How was I supposed to know? It was the first time any of my kids had been issued a green jersey. That didn't make me feel any more competent, looking at my son who now had to wear black ones. 

One wheel of my cart squeaks. A glob of I-don't-know-what is cemented to one side. That's when I notice non-essentials in the basket like eyeliner and mints. Didn't you know that teenagers going to school need big bags of mints? Yeah, I didn't know that either. So now the fifth grader needs them, too. I join my squeaky cart wheel and squeal. 


Toward the end of last school year, I discovered that my youngest (the now fifth grader) was only eating Honey Buns for lunch at school - ALL YEAR LONG! This happened after I began writing in the mornings. I'm getting older and exhaustion is getting the best of me. I mean, the kids need me after school to be their taxi driver, snack maker, launderer, and ATM, right? Then I need to feed them dinner and help with their homework and projects. That's all if we didn't have ice hockey at night. That usually equaled doing homework in the car by cell phone flash light and eating concession stand ice rink food. Oh, yum. I found myself too tired to write late at night.

So my husband took over before-school morning duty. For the most part, he did a good job, making sure the older kids were off to junior high and high school on time. He packed a lunch for our youngest, but that little sneak would only eat the Honey Bun. Sure, can't blame the kid. But as a mom, my heart plummeted to my feet. I'd let my little guy down. And OMGosh! Can you image what the other parents must have thought of me? You do know what my youngest consumes for lunch is the most important thing to my small town. Small town drama is a staple where I'm from.  

I stare down at my now over-flowing basket of school goodies. All the to-be events, homework, projects, athletic games, practices, meetings, more supplies, lunches begin hitting me in the face. I bet two days won't pass before one of my kids forgets something at home that he/she needs at school. People scurry up and down the isle, yelling and giving orders. Some even bump my cart as they race past. One nudges me out of the way. I suddenly have the urge to hit something with a bat. 

I've already ground part of the enamel off my back teeth. There goes the rest of it. So much to look forward to.

I inhale bedlam from the air. My attempt to choke it down fails. I sneeze instead. Yes, part of that might have been on purpose so I could mutter a minor curse. But trust me, it was lost in the pandemonium surrounding me. 

"I don't care that your teacher said you need a 1 & 1/2" binder!" A woman peers up at her high school-aged son. "Is your teacher here? The freaking store is out of those. 

"Are you sure you don't need another? You can never have too many notebooks," a blonde woman gently says to a college-age girl. 

"In the grand scheme of Armageddon, black or blue ink won't matter a (expletive)," the man says.

I stop. And listen. And look at all the stimuli slamming into each other. Silent questions surface. Self-searching questions. And then I begin to laugh. Hard, so hard my stomach hurts. People look at me like I have three heads. My youngest gives me a blank stare, while my teenagers back away from my cart like I'm a rabid fox readying to pounce. It's perfect.

No, really. The whole scenario is obnoxious and relentless, yet silly and honest. Life at it's fullest of hot and cold, sweet and tangy - a perfectly messy and noisy and zany cloud of oblivion. Just like me. 

Whether writer or not, this should serve everyone: "Expect chaos, for through it focus, calm and growth shall shine."  
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