tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4347319583507805822011-12-21T12:47:18.375-08:00...and thick skin.Alex Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12421948724206191688noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434731958350780582.post-73095303901841537792011-12-21T12:46:00.000-08:002011-12-21T12:47:18.389-08:00

My blog has a new home, right here. And very, very soon, I'll be doing a White Horse ARC giveaway! So come on over!

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Sort of, at least. I sneaked onto her page, right down the bottom under Apocalyptic visions.

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There's nothing new under the sun, they say. And that's true. Everything that's been done has been done again a million times over. So where does that leave us, the writers, the storytellers, the mythmakers? How do we take the old and freshen up it enough to keep what-happens-next a secret from the readers until we're ready for them to know it? My answer is this: I don't know. I don't fully

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So here is what I know, thus far. WHITE HORSE will be on shelves in the US and Canada on April 10, 2012, and in stores in the UK on April 26. The very best thing about this? You'll be able to buy (and read!) my book before the world ends on December 21, 2012. Not, you know, that I believe in such things. Ignore the bunker in my backyard. Ignore it.

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May 21st came and went and all I lost was a cup of coffee and a pair of sunglasses. Which means Harold Camping was wrong. Again. I have to wonder: Do the Harold Campings of the world REALLY believe their predictions, or do they quietly snicker as they calculate a new Use-By date for humanity? WHITE HORSE takes place before, during, and after an apocalypse, so it should be no surprise to anyone

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The lovely and talented Regan Leigh is running a competition for her recently-published writing partner, Cole Alpaugh. So head on over to her blog and check out the goodies--but not until you're done reading this review, of course! (There's an amazon gift card AND chocolate-covered bacon involved. Yum!) Cole Alpaugh's novel, THE BEAR IN A MUDDY TUTU, underscores and tosses a few exclamation

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Just as I predicted, my reading malaise is now over. It's been a year of change thus far, and once life was done turning me upside down and shaking me by the heels (in good ways), I was able to sink, once more, into the magic conjured by another mind. The book to break the (brief, but simultaneously oh-so long) drought was Mark Hodder's THE STRANGE AFFAIR OF SPRING HEELED JACK. Now I'm

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Winter was made for reading. But not this one. At least not for me. See, I'm trapped in the throes of a reading malaise. Nothing's grabbing me. Not old favorites. Not the glossy new covers of books designed to seduce readers like me. I even scan and pan magazine articles, newspapers, blog posts, my attention dwindling to a thin thread that soon snaps inches below the byline. It's not them--

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"I enjoyed it like hell, but for art, I never learned a damn thing." When I read those words from John Lennon, regarding art school, I couldn't figure out if he was a fool or a liar. I'm still not sure. It's unthinkable to me that anyone creative could fail to learn something from an experience--be it positive or negative. We're the sum total of every moment that's gone before, including times

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I'm not big on ceremony, on waiting for events to line up before I commit to a certain course of action. I've never resolved to start a diet or exercise program on January 1st. When I want or need change in my life, I tend to start it now when it needs doing (albeit sometimes after a respectable procrastination period). But...argh...I love making lists. So here are my career-related resolutions/

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I was outside Walgreen's when I saw a man dressed in last decade's jeans and this season's sneakers. "Got any change for the bus?" he said as I approached. His teeth sparkled gold and yellow. I artfully dodged him the way one dodges gum on the sidewalk. "Merry Christmas, bitch," he added. For whatever reason, this year people seem snarkier than usual. Maybe it's Texas; the weather

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...but I almost always find it in these places: The Big Picture. Strange Maps. Dark Roasted Blend. Where do you go for inspiration?

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For all my talk about list-love, there's one list in my life that's woefully empty: my Christmas list. It's basically an empty Post-It flapping around staring covetously at my shopping list. There's nothing I want for Christmas--at least nothing money can buy. Somehow this makes me feel like a bad daughter. But if we're talking about things money can't buy, the list looks like this: - Super

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Before I began querying, I made a list of my most important goals. I keep it in a file labeled "silly crap." But there's nothing really silly about it. To me it's a way of putting my wants out there, like an adult version of a letter to Santa. The act of writing these things down gave them weight--something that casting them to the air and hoping for the best could never achieve. There seems

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As the old cliche goes: There's a first time for everything. It's been cool/exciting/interesting week or so filled with firsts around here. - My first book deal. - My first spam from PR companies. - My mother's first threat to sell my old report cards on eBay. And my school photos (she emailed me one. I rue the day she bought a scanner.) - My first batch of Italian Wedding Soup this fall (but

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So I've been sitting on incredible news for a week or so now. My debut novel, WHITE HORSE has sold to Atria (Simon and Schuster). From Publishers Marketplace: Alex Adams' debut WHITE HORSE, a post-apocalyptic quest novel about a woman who must guard and protect her unborn child while searching the desolate world for her lost lover, to Emily Bestler, in a major deal, including two additional

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I'm a fan of NaNoWriMo...for other writers. For me it just doesn't work, so I'm not joining in all the fun and games (again) this year. Why? Well, I don't like to rush through a first draft. I feel like I lose something if I do. When I write, I nail most of my prose in that initial "telling." The way my main characters express themselves on the page goes a long way to me understanding who they

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I'm a lazy blogger. It's not that I don't have things to say, it's just that I feel my words are best used in my WIP or as a direct answer to a question--usually when someone needs help (or an opinion) over at Absolute Write. I'm not much of a ranter. I'm too easy going and live-and-let-live to get offended by much (except what's with jeggings? With stirrups, no less!) And I'd write about

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My sister and I couldn't be more different. There's an eleven-year age gap between us which means she's the baby and I'm the typical eldest child. She's a blue-eyed blonde, while I'm all dark eyes and hair. I basically tripped over my own feet trying to scramble out of the nest when time came to pick colleges (I chose one a good eight hours away--by car), while she's still content to linger

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The latest post over at Mother. Write. (Repeat.) kick-started my brain into thinking about the places I want to visit someday before my knees need replacing. El Camino del Rey in Andalucia, Spain. Yes, really. The American Museum of Natural History. The world's underground cities--modern and old--including the catacombs in Rome. Antarctica. Then to Africa to thaw out; I want to see big

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It's become a weekly ritual: every Sunday I go to the movies. It gets me away from the computer and drops me right in the middle of someone else's story. I can lose myself for a while and refill the creativity well. Plus, I just like being entertained; storytellers love stories. Some are hits, some are dismal misses, but it's never time wasted. I admit it, I learn as much from bad movies as I

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It's a common thing: writers who sit around crying into their coffee about the success of others. "S/he got a better deal." "S/he is getting more/better reviews." "S/he isn't as good a writer as me." "Why not me?" I get it, but I don't--and won't--subscribe to that kind of thinking. I don't begrudge anyone their success. I know what kind of work it takes to create a workable schedule and

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Word counts. Admit it, we all love to see those numbers climb. They are, after all, a tangible representation of progress. The higher the number, the closer we are to The End. For too many years now, I've been a slave to those figures. Each day I've judged myself solely on how much or little I've added to the total word count, berating myself when I didn't meet that number goal, groaning

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If anyone out there has sent me email at my regular address and had it bounce, you may also contact me at aadams1 at satx.rr.com. For some reason, gmail seems to be hit and miss lately.

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My writing landscape is vastly different to what it was twelve months ago. Back then, I was trying to push out genre fiction (which I love to read), trying to be some mystical combination of other writers rather than just listen to my own voice. That just wasn't working for me. Between then and now I've spent most of hours (mostly while trying to sleep) thinking about the stories I want to

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Don't Panic.

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