Showing posts with label Marcia Gruver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marcia Gruver. Show all posts

Friday, May 29, 2009

Marcia Gruver


Some say the writing profession has changed a bit over time. Um. . .ya’ think?

Old movies portrayed novelists as pampered celebrities fawned over by editors, publicists, and fans. The author responded in an appropriately ethereal, bohemian manner, their artist personas intact and noses high above it all. An awkward posture for eating hand-fed grapes.

Writer’s block was more than a romantic notion. A backup in the author’s creative flow meant the machine ground to a halt until someone resuscitated the muse—and no one dared to rush the process.

Marketing? Not a problem. Book promotion was the PR person’s job. Deadlines? Phish! Editors hovered, content to wait for as long it took to produce a masterpiece, thrilled to receive the long awaited copy despite the overdue date. Editors catering to the author’s whims? Not the other way around? Now there’s a role-reversal!

In our fiercely competitive industry, there’s no time for editors to cart their clients about on silver platters. With the influx of talented authors in modern times, if editors hoisted only the best overhead, their poor backs couldn’t handle the strain. And who wants an overburdened, overstressed editor?

Disclaimer: Before I get two million letters of rebuttal, let me remind you these examples of editor pampering aren’t based in reality. They’re merely Hollywood portrayals from old movies. Although. . .

Harper Lee’s editor worked with her for three years on To Kill a Mockingbird. They spent weekends at the editor's summer house shaping the manuscript into its final draft. They were friends. Buddies. They hung out. Harper Lee’s editor has been described as a nurturer of Harper and her work.

Thomas Wolfe wrote in his journal of editor Maxwell Perkins: “In all my life, until I met you, I never had a friend.”

Albert Bigelow Paine, Samuel (Mark Twain) Clemens's editor and biographer “felt an obligation to silently alter or remove passages from the texts he did publish, and to block access to the rest when he thought them unworthy of his hero.” Hero? Has a nice ring, doesn’t it?

There are more examples, but you get the idea. Note to fabulous editor: Not sure on which continent your summer house resides, but my passport’s up-to-date and my bags are all packed.

If anyone knows the facts about author/editor relationships of the past, feel free to weigh in and enlighten us. Even more fun, weigh in and share your own highly exaggerated tales.
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Wednesday, January 23, 2008

MARCIA GRUVER GUEST BLOGGER


~~~~~~~~~~MARCIA GRUVER~~~~~~~~~~
Marcia Gruver is a full time writer who hails from Southeast Texas. Inordinately enamored by the past, Marcia delights in writing historical fiction. Her deep south-central roots lend a Southern-comfortable style and a touch of humor to her writing.

Awarded a three book contract by Barbour Publishing for full-length historical fiction, Marcia is busy these days pounding on the keyboard and watching the deadline clock. Diamond Duo, the first installment in the trilogy entitled Texas Fortunes, is scheduled for release in October 2008.

Marcia won third place in the 2007 ACFW Genesis contest and third in the 2004 ACFW Noble Theme contest. Another entry in 2004 finished in the top ten. She placed second in the 2002 Colorado Christian Writer’s contest for new authors.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLYING, CARRYING SEED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In 2002 I hopped a plane and jetted over to Colorado, then took a jog to Estes Park to Marlene Bagnull’s Colorado Christian Writer’s Conference to rub shoulders with multi-published authors and hobnob with CBA elite.

Hmm?

Okay, fine!

In 2002 I hobbled to the airport with too much luggage, endured a white-knuckled flight, wandered the strange terminal, lost as a directionally challenged goose, and somehow wound up at the conference center with a dizzy head and shaky legs.

I roamed the YMCA Center for the next four days alternately teary-eyed with fear and wide-eyed with wonder. With no clue why I needed one, I made an editor appointment. A kindhearted soul explained what the appointments were for, so I jotted a few notes on the bottom of a legal pad, tore out the yellow slip of paper and carried it in my pocket to show the editor. As I remember, my WIP was a page-turner about a grossly overweight woman who falls into a coma and wakes up thin. Yeah, I know.

Two things happened at the conference that I’ll never forget:

First, the keynote speaker said the assembled writers were like dandelion seeds, flying high and spreading the Gospel message over the earth. The concept profoundly affected me and revealed why I’d left the comfort of my cozy little rut in the flatlands and flown off to the Rocky Mountains alone. I’d come by divine appointment—for flying lessons—so I could rise with the seeds of God’s message.

Second, I had crawled out on a very shaky limb and submitted an entry to the CCWC essay contest. When Marlene Bagnull revealed the winners, she laughingly said she couldn’t announce the second place winner in the new author category because there was no name on the entry. (The contest guidelines said not to put a name on the submission, so I carefully left it off the essay, the cover letter, even the return address. Oy vey!) Timid and red-faced, I approached Marlene. She read aloud the first line and confirmed that I’d won. I remember thinking how good God is to his children. This unexpected, but thrilling development drove the last nail in the coffin of self-doubt. Along with the dandelion seed epiphany, it was all the confirmation I needed that God had called me to write.

I had dabbled with writing for two years prior, but this conference and writers contest marked the beginning of my ministry. It was there I picked up my seed bag, took hold of God’s hand, then spread my wings and soared.

Come join me in the air, little dandelions. May our feet never touch the ground.

Find Marcia online at:
http://www.marciagruver.com/
and
http://www.yieldedquill.blogspot.com/