I’d been writing for several
years and was at the “submit because you really think you’re ready” phase that
every author hits. That one comes immediately before the “oh, wow, look at all
those rejections” and “guess I’m actually not quite as ready as I thought”
phases.
Needless to say, I wasn’t
happy about these phases. But I persevered because that’s what you do if you
want to actually successfully publish.
My family has always been
supportive of my writing career. So have many of my friends. One of them, my
friend Dixie, was constantly bugging me to, as she put it, “write funny”.
Now, for some people, this
would be something to ignore. But I happen to actually be a pretty funny girl
in real life. And, being something of a raconteur (which is the polite, French
way of saying “someone who never shuts up but at least has interesting things
to say while running her yap” in brief), I have a certain set of stories I like
to tell. Dixie, needless to say, has heard all of them. Multiple times.
So has my husband, but for
whatever reason, he didn’t come to the same conclusion Dixie did. Which was
that I should write these stories down and try to sell them.
Everything I’d written up to
this point was serious, dark, thoughtful, serious and dark, thoughtful and
dark, serious and thoughtful, or serious and thoughtful and dark with gallows
humor. There is a market for dark. Actually, there’s a GREAT market for dark. I
just wasn’t cracking it. At all. Neither was I cracking the markets for serious
or thoughtful. I was cracking my skull against my desk, but not any paying
markets.
One can only be nagged for so
long, of course, before one cracks or gives in. In my case, since I’m not a
girl to crack easily, but after Dixie nagged for a good two or three years
straight, I finally broke down and wrote one of my favorite humorous stories.
It didn’t take me long -- heck, I’d honed that puppy for YEARS orally. So, I
wrote a few more of them. None of which took me very long.
So, now I had some humorous
essays, which, being as they were done, I submitted.
I would LOVE to say that The
New Yorker immediately recognized my witty genius and the rest is history,
but, sadly, I didn’t immediately crack the humor markets either. (I do have
several lovely rejections from The New Yorker, though, so there’s that.)
However, because I had them,
I kept on submitting, getting the rejection, and submitting again, just like I
was doing with my completed novels and other completed short stories.
I found a new-to-me humor
market that actually didn’t have a word count limit (as this post will show
you, I have NO issues writing long, but many with writing short) and paid and I
sent what I considered my weakest humor piece to them.
They bought it. Within three
days of receiving it. They paid me money. They published my story and gave it
the lead that month. I then wrote a humorous poem, subbed it to a different
market, and said new market bought it. Within three days of receiving it. These
two events happened in the same month.
Merry Christmas to me! (Yes,
they both were December sales and pubs.) I was a paid, published author! Twice
over! Happy New Year!
You’re all thinking I
immediately started putting humor into my novels, now, aren’t you?
You’re all wrong.
No, some of us take a little
longer, and require a few more life lessons to catch the freaking clue.
No, I kept on writing really
deep stuff and, to take a break from all that deep, dark and meaningful, the
occasional funny story on the side.
What actually flipped me over
to the side of the obvious was a series of events I’ll save for whenever we’re
in person (yeah, I still like to tell stories out loud as well as on the page),
but which culminated in my having a dream. Not the cool, brave, world-changing
Martin Luther King, Jr. kind of dream. No, more like a scary nightmare kind of
dream that was, however, still very cool and interesting. It was a dark,
noir-ish horror movie kind of dream. And, when I woke up, I planned to write a
dark, noir-ish horror short story with it.
Only…I’d been writing humor
now for quite a while, interspersed with everything else. And as I wrote, the
voice didn’t sound dark, the feel wasn’t horrific, and the main character was
clearly falling on the “quirky and smart-mouthed” side of the house. By the
third page I realized it wasn’t going to be a short story. By the time the hero
came onto the scene I realized it wasn’t going to be a horror story. By the
time I discovered my heroine’s actual name (Katherine “Kitty” Katt…because her
parents have a sense of humor, thank you very much), I knew I was writing
science fiction with a heck of a lot of humor, action and romance.
As I wrote Touched by an
Alien I knew things would never be the same again. It was, up until that
time, the most natural, organic thing I’d ever written and I have never looked
back since. I landed my awesome agent with that book, as well as getting a
2-book deal with DAW Books for it and Alien Tango. (DAW just purchased
Books 7 & 8, so the Alien/Katherine “Kitty” Katt science fiction romance
series is alive and well and rolling.)
Well, I tell a lie. I’ve
looked back a lot. Once Touched by an Alien sold, other things sold,
mostly short stories under my Anita Ensal pen name. I still write new things of
course, but I also pulled many of my older works out of mothballs, revised
them, and submitted them. And many have sold, most recently to Musa Publishing.
Many are pubbing under different pen names (Jemma Chase, A.E. Stanton, and J.C.
Koch, in addition to Anita Ensal) because they’re not all funny science fiction
nor are they all romance. Some are urban fantasy, paranormal, post-apocalyptic,
and even horror. And serious. And dark. And some aren’t. (But most have romance
in them, because, like humor, I appear to like romance and enjoy writing it. Go
figure.)
Want to know what the best
part about my breaking down and writing funny, writing the way I speak and
think, writing what was easy and natural to me was? Aside from the full time
writing career, I mean? It was that it improved every other aspect of my
writing. My serious, dark, and thoughtful stuff still is, but it’s better now,
because there isn’t a part of my creativity bottled up and only allowed to come
out at parties. Other quirky voices have been allowed to come out of their
shells and share their stories, too.
And every day, I get to write
something that, somewhere down the road, will make someone laugh -- first me,
then my editor, then the readers. It doesn’t get any better than that.
So, if you have a friend who
loves you enough to nag you to write in a way you haven’t tried, listen to
them. Their advice could change your life. After all, Dixie’s advice changed
mine.
Gini Koch lives in Hell’s Orientation Area (aka Phoenix,
AZ), works her butt off (sadly, not literally) by day, and writes by night with
the rest of the beautiful people. She writes the fast, fresh and funny
Alien/Katherine “Kitty” Katt series for DAW Books and the Martian Alliance
Chronicles series for Musa Publishing. She also writes under a variety of pen
names (including Anita Ensal, Jemma Chase, A.E. Stanton, and J.C. Koch),
listens to rock music 24/7, and is a proud comics geek-girl willing to discuss
at any time why Wolverine is the best superhero ever (even if Deadpool does get
all the best lines). She also speaks frequently on what it takes to become a
successful author and other aspects of writing and the publishing business. She
can be reached through her website at www.ginikoch.com, follow her on Twitter
(@GiniKoch), friend her on Facebook (facebook.com/Gini.Koch), and/or like her
Facebook Fan Page: Hairspray and Rock ‘n’ Roll. Whichever you prefer -- as it
says on the bathroom walls, she’s easy.
by Anna Campbell
Well, maybe there's one exception to that statement. Each year, I get a couple of gorgeous Jacqui Lawson email cards. They're so romantic and imaginative with music and art and magic combined into a lovely greeting. Right now I'm playing with the Advent Calendar which is set in London and give me such a fun start to each day. I was lucky enough to score one of these last year too. They're gorgeous!
