Welcome to the website of Mindy Klasky, USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen romance and fantasy novels! Look around, read some blog posts, and click on other pages for information about Mindy and her books. Mindy updates her blog every few days — but she posts much more regularly on Facebook and Twitter. She’d love for you to join in the conversation, so don’t be shy!Read More
Many of us make New Year’s Resolutions, and a lot of those plans involve writing. If your resolution includes taking your writing to the next level or being recognized for the great work you’re already doing, then I have an idea for you!
Enter the Marlene contest, run by the Washington Romance Writers!
Here’s everything you need to know:
Contest Opens December 15, 2014
Discounted entry fee until January 1, 2015: $20 for WRW members/$25 for non-WRW members.
Emotion, tension, drama. Does your book have what it takes to be the next bestselling romance?
The Marlene Awards is a contest for unpublished manuscripts sponsored by the Washington Romance Writers chapter of Romance Writers of America. Every entry is evaluated by at least three judges. Finalists are ranked by publishing professionals. The grand prize winner in each category receives a detailed critique from a published author. This year’s list of judges and prize critiquers is as follows.
Final Round Judge: Johanna Raisanen, Harlequin
Critique Author: Robin Covington
Coordinator: Avery Flynn
Final Round Judge: Esi Sogah, Kensington
Critique Author: Kimberly Kincaid
Coordinator: Kimberly Kincaid
Final Round Judge: Latoya Smith, Samhain Publishing
Critique Author: Sara Humphreys
Coordinator: Carlene Love Flores
Final Round Judge: Lauren Plude, Grand Central Publishing
Critique Author: Jennifer McQuiston
Coordinaor: Kathy Altman
Final Round Judge: Rhonda Helms, Carina Press
Critique Author: Tracy Brogan
Judge: Wendy Loggia, Delacorte Press, Random House
Critique Author: Jana Oliver
Coordinator: Meredith Bond
Final Round Judge: Rhonda Helms, Carina Press
Critique Author: Lavinia Kent
Coordinator: Jacqueline Graf
You can find out more and enter here: http://wrwdc.com/marlene-contest-2/entry-rules-and-submission-link/
Questions? Please contact me.
Robin Covington: firstname.lastname@example.org
Hey there! Remember me?
I’ve spent the past week neck-deep in non-writing book work — you know, the type of thing they warn you about when you decide to self-publish books. I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice to say, I have forced Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, AND iBooks to bend to my will. (Insert evil laugh.) And I have a *damn* fine spreadsheet to maintain the data I’ve been generating.
All of which makes me happy, but adds up to my being a pretty boring person for the past seven days. And probably for the next seven too.
But! But wait! But I have exciting news to share! And I’m only a week late in the sharing!
My friend, Deborah Blake, is celebrating the release of her second novel, WICKEDLY WONDERFUL, the second volume in her series about Baba Yaga. Or *a* Baba Yaga. If you read the book, you’ll know what I mean.
Here’s the scoop:
Known as the wicked witch of Russian fairy tales, Baba Yaga is not one woman, but rather a title carried by a chosen few. They keep the balance of nature and guard the borders of our world, but don’t make the mistake of crossing one of them…
Though she looks like a typical California surfer girl, Beka Yancy is in fact a powerful yet inexperienced witch who’s struggling with her duties as a Baba Yaga. Luckily she has her faithful dragon-turned-dog for moral support, especially when faced with her biggest job yet…
A mysterious toxin is driving the Selkie and Mer from their homes deep in the trenches of Monterey Bay. To investigate, Beka buys her way onto the boat of Marcus Dermott, a battle-scarred former U.S. Marine, and his ailing fisherman father.
While diving for clues, Beka drives Marcus crazy with her flaky New Age ideas and dazzling blue eyes. She thinks he’s rigid and cranky (and way too attractive). Meanwhile, a charming Selkie prince has plans that include Beka. Only by trusting her powers can Beka save the underwater races, pick the right man, and choose the path she’ll follow for the rest of her life…
So? What are you waiting for? You know you want to escape the holiday chaos and get some *fun* reading done! Get to work!Read More
Yesterday morning, I learned via Facebook that Meg Patterson died. I first met Meg over thirty years ago. I hadn’t seen her in twenty-five years. And yet, her death (from metastatic breast cancer) still shocked and surprised me.
I met Meg my freshman year of college, at an informational meeting hosted by Princeton’s Program of Theater and Dance. Meg was directing David Rudkin’s play ASHES (about a couple’s attempts to bring a child into their family.) She needed a stage manager, and I’d stage managed plays in high school. In short order, Meg had convinced me to stage manage her production.
Meg was a magical being to me. She was an upperclassman, while I was a mere freshman. She lived in alternative university housing, a hippie-like communal home, where the residents did all their own cooking, managed all their own household disputes (on a campus where the *vast* majority of the student body either ate in university cafeterias or in fraternity-like eating clubs. She followed the rules that made sense to her and broke the ones that didn’t, and she always, always, always was true to herself.
A handful of stories about Meg ring crystal clear in my memory. She traveled to Ireland before her junior year (at a university and a time where no one took a junior year abroad.) She and her boyfriend, David, supported themselves busking on the streets. Meg told me that she’d brew a pot of tea in the morning by throwing a fistful of tea leaves into the teapot and adding hot water. Throughout the day, she’d add more hot water but no more tea — she was on a strict budget. By bedtime, she was drinking pure hot water, without caffeine to keep her awake. Meg knew it was time to come back to the States when the cup of orange juice she’d set on the window sill to keep cool overnight was frozen solid in the morning.
When Meg and I had our first meeting about my stage managing ASHES, she invited me to dinner at her co-op house. I asked what I could bring (feeling so very grown-up), and she said, “A bottle of wine.” I was under age and had never bought any alcohol before, but I traipsed up to the liquor store in Palmer Square, and I bought a bottle of Blue Nun, because that was what I’d seen advertised on TV. Meg made stir-fried vegetables that night. As she held the container of coarse-ground black pepper over the wok, the cap came undone, and the entire contents of the jar spilled into the vegetables. We laughed, and I waited for Meg to toss out the ruined food and start again, but she shrugged, took a spoon, and ladled out most of the pepper. We weren’t about to waste a perfectly good wok-full of veggies.
In one scene of ASHES, the husband is carrying dishes offstage, and he drops them, shattering them. Meg wanted the realistic sound of pottery shattering each night, so she encouraged me to raid the scrap heap from the University’s sculpture classes. Sure enough, there were lots of discards there, and we collected enough plates, vases, and bowls to smash up for the run of the play. One one of those scrap-scrounging trips, I found a glazed bowl the size of my palm; it still holds paper clips and assorted oddments on my desk, and I think of Meg every time I look at it.
Meg and I were vastly different people. We remained friends after ASHES, working on a couple of other shows, hanging out in the lobby of the Theater and Dance building, eating Thomas Sweet’s ice cream from next door. I helped her with some statistics classes she needed to complete in order to earn her sociology degree, way back in the days when we did batch computer processing and needed to retrieve printouts from the distant computer center on campus.
After Meg graduated, we fell out of touch. We saw each other at the wedding of her former boyfriend, a guy I’d dated for about thirty-seven seconds while they were on a break. I occasionally caught hints of her professional theater career on the west coast.
While I considered a professional career in stage management *very* briefly, I knew fairly early on that I would not pursue that course. Instead, I used what I learned as a stage manager in other aspects of my life. I still carry Band-aids and a sewing kit in my purse at all times, and I always have pen and paper. Actors and traveling troupes are featured in nearly every series I’ve ever written, and I made Kira a stage manager in Act One, Wish One. Habits I built with Meg live on in my bones.
She friended me on Facebook a few years ago as she was grappling with her diagnosis of breast cancer, and I read her updates on a regular basis. She was a vehement supporter of all efforts to lead clean, chemical-free lives, and she despised all pink-ribbon awareness campaigns.
I wasn’t surprised when I read that she had died Sunday morning; she’d been in hospice for several days. She died surrounded by family and friends. She was a different person than the Meg I knew thirty years ago, but in all the key ways, she was the same person. I’ll lift a glass (of something better than Blue Nun!) and remember her…Read More
Last week, I drove two hours north to the Pennsylvania woods, where I rented a cabin with Maria V. Snyder for a week-long writing retreat.
I suspect some of you are wondering why I’d do something crazy like that. I mean, I have the luxury (and the responsibility) of writing full time. Why spend a total of four hours in the car to go to a place where I need to carry in bedding and pots and pans and food, all to write, just like I write at home? (For reference, I’ve written an article about writing retreats — how to set them up and why do do them — here.)
Short answer: It’s not just like at home.
For one thing, I’ve driven two hours to get there, and I’ll drive two hours to get home, so there’s a time cost to going there. Far more importantly, there’s a family cost to going there — I’ve left behind my husband and our cats, upsetting human and feline schedules alike. I’ve turned my world and the world of those I love upside down.
So I damn well better be productive while I’m there.
In an ordinary week, when I’m writing at full speed, I produce 15,000 words of solid first draft. Those words aren’t perfect, and there will likely be fairly substantial revisions in specific language, but the plot is set and the general sequence of events and the backbone of the writing.
In the four full days of the retreat (Monday through Thursday, plus a few hours on Sunday after I arrived), I drafted almost 30,000 words. That’s one third of the new Jane Madison novel, JOY OF WITCHCRAFT. Those words are more likely to survive editing than my usual words because they were written quickly, in close proximity to each other. (I find that I do my best writing fast.)
In addition to drafting all those words, I also built a Scrivener file that contains all the Jane novels in one large project. That file makes my writing vastly more efficient — I can search one file to see if I’ve used a name before, or to track down the characteristics of a crystal or an herb, or to recall the name of a spell. It took me a few hours to do the work (see, Sunday evening), but the labor will benefit me for all the Jane novels to come.
Usually, I alternate writing time with breaks — taking long walks in the woods, heading down to the lake, etc. On this retreat, alas, it rained *buckets* on Monday. And then on Tuesday, the temperature didn’t get above 25. (I took a short walk, but I headed back when the wind nearly blew my frozen ear lobes off my head.) On Wednesday and Thursday, the words were flowing and the temps were still glacial, so I kept my head down and wrote, wrote, wrote. On Friday, before we left, I did take one relatively long walk, but it was mostly a chance to say goodbye to the site.
Maria, I’ve discovered, is a great retreat-mate. We keep very different hours. I wake up relatively early, write a chunk in the morning, break for lunch, write a chunk in the afternoon, break for dinner, write a chunk in the evening, then go to bed around 11:00. She wakes up much later (around my lunch time) and she works must later (till 3 or 4 in the morning.) Therefore, we both have “alone time,” the same way that we have “together time.” It works out well.
I have two other retreats already scheduled in the new year — mini-retreats that last a weekend and take place at the homes of writer-friends. I’m looking forward to them, to the socializing, to the discussing business, to the short intense bursts of writing.
But I’m also already planning my next retreat in the woods. Because I’ll have another third of a book to get drafted. I always do.Read More
Not dead. Not carried off by the camelback crickets that insist on taking refuge on the ground level of our home (and some of them are HUGE this year!) Not king yet.
But, um, where did the past ten days go?
We had houseguests visiting from Canada — the charming Julie Czerneda (in the midst of her book launch tour for A PLAY OF SHADOW) and her husband, Roger. They arrived with flavored coffees (blueberry! maple!) in hand and a ***gorgeous*** matted photograph of a unicorn ice sculpture, taken by Roger himself. We enjoyed long conversations about writing, books, publishing, politics, music, travel, and I don’t know what else.
Julie and Roger were in town for the World Fantasy Convention, which took place in a hotel just a couple of miles from our house. I didn’t attend the con as a member (I’ve been publishing too little fantasy!), but I did hang out in the hotel lobby and bar for two days, visiting with friends and catching up with folks I haven’t seen in far too long. I also had a chance to meet some Book View Cafe members for the first time in person — I’d love to have a chance to visit each of our co-op members, because communicating face-to-face adds so much more to our online chats!
With Julie and Roger in tow, we went to hear Suzanne Vega play at a small venue in DC. Stranger to music that I am, I only knew a couple of her songs, but I loved her performance. Stevie Wonder was playing a huge arena show just a couple of blocks away, and I think we *totally* made the right choice for the evening
I’ve begun outlining my next book, JOY OF WITCHCRAFT, which will be the fifth Jane Madison book. I’m having a wonderful time getting back into Jane’s world. Poor librarian-witch! Nothing goes easily for her!
We went to an amazing Smithsonian lecture on Istanbul, taught by Nigel McGilchrist. Alas, I knew very little about Istanbul prior to the talk, but I learned a great deal of history (and some information about art and food and geology and, and, and, and…) One of the great things about Nigel’s lectures is his ability to fold together so many different disciplines as he speaks. His slides illustrate his points beautifully, and he speaks without notes, making everything feel very real and immediate. And now, alas, I have more travel destinations to add to my list
And I’ve been preparing for a writing retreat next week. I’ll be stealing away with Maria V. Snyder. We’re heading off to a state park, where we’ll rent a cabin (just as the first major blast of arctic air is set to hit the region!) I intend to get about a third of a novel written while I’m there — and to have great conversations about writing, publishing, etc. (Maria and I keep somewhat different schedules — I wake up early and go to bed before midnight; she wakes up after noon and works until the wee hours of the morning. That gives us both some “alone time” to get a lot of work done and some “social time” to talk. A great arrangement!) I’m generally very productive on retreats — I have to justify taking the time away from Mark and the cats!
So, that’s the past. And I’ll be scarce for the next week. But after that, I hope to be back in the usual swing of things!
What about you? How’s the autumn treating you? Tell me something wonderful about November!Read More
Sigh. The World Series is over, and there’s no baseball to watch on television (until spring training starts — in five short months!) I knew I’d be mourning the end of the season (even if I couldn’t predict how early my poor Nationals would have been out of the running…) And so, way, way back, when I first started planning the Diamond Brides Series, I knew the last launch would come shortly after the Series wound up. One last jolt of baseball for the year… One last visit with the team — the Raleigh Rockets — we’ve come to know so well.
So, this is it! ALWAYS RIGHT launches today!
ALWAYS RIGHT is the book I thought of, when I first imagined writing the Diamond Brides. I knew exactly how Kyle Norton behaves; his superstitions were my very first inkling about the Raleigh Rockets. Here’s what that tiny seed grew into:
Teetering on the brink of success as a patent lawyer, Amanda Carter is courting financial disaster. She’s juggling her family’s crippling medical expenses and a huge payment to join her law firm partners – nearly impossible burdens because her father stole her identity. If she doesn’t pay up and win her current case, everything she’s worked for will crash to a humiliating end.
Easy-going right fielder Kyle Norton is mired in the worst hitting slump of his career—until a black-haired beauty in the stands offers him her sunglasses. Slump broken, superstitious Kyle is convinced Amanda is the key to the championship his team so desperately wants to win for its dying owner.
Kyle needs Amanda to give him her glasses at every game. Amanda needs to bury herself in work and win the lawsuit—if she can find the money to buy into the firm. Soon, Amanda and Kyle are locked in battle, united by need and consumed by passion. In the end, only one can be always right.
So, what do you say? Ignore the autumn for a day! Buy ALWAYS RIGHT! And send the baseball season off in style!Read More
Okay, I was going to say “cheap” books, but you all might take that the wrong way
Kobo is having *another* massive sale this weekend! From October 31 – November 2, you can buy dozens of books for 35% off their list price. All you need to do is go to the sale website:
Browse through the offerings and fill your shopping cart. Then check out, using the discount code UNLIMITED35. (And yes, as the code’s name implies, your savings are unlimited. You can buy as many books as you want, shopping in as many sessions as you want, throughout the duration of the sale.)
If you aren’t already a Kobo customer, you might consider signing up. If you live in the States, you can “team” your Kobo membership with an independent bookstore, so the bricks-and-mortar store gets credit for your purchase. I spent a lot of time talking to the Kobo folks at the NINC conference last week, and I’m really impressed by their business model.
Plus, you know. Low-cost books. Cheap, even.
Happy reading!Read More
Well, I’m back! (Did you notice I was gone? Please say you noticed I was gone!)
I just spent five days in St. Petersburg, Florida, attending the 2014 Novelists, Inc. conference. I knew I was in for something good when I looked at the program and there was at least one panel that interested me in every single time slot (sometimes two or three!) And I suspected I’d enjoy the conference when I saw the resort hotel, with its white sand beaches. And I was pretty sure I’d enjoy at least the *meals* when I saw the elaborate menus for every conference meal.
But I hadn’t counted on how much I would learn. And how many ideas I’d have, sitting and listening to others. And how many new projects would start to tempt me, as I traded thoughts with other professional writers.
I’ve been to lots of conventions — tons of World Fantasy, lots of Worldcon, a healthy handful of RWA Nationals. But this is the first conference I’ve ever been to that ran like the librarian and lawyer conferences I used to attend — career furtherance, from keynote address to final thoughts.
It’s also the first convention where I live-tweeted some of the sessions. Yes. Me. @MindyKlasky. #Ninc14.
Pardon me, now. I’ll be over in the corner, revamping my massive to do list. Don’t laugh. That’s what I’m calling that massive scroll of a document! To do. Sometime before I dieRead More
So, the World Series starts tonight. I’m still mourning the fact that my Washington Nationals aren’t in it (although I’m relieved that I don’t have to juggle watching the Series with attending the Novelists, Inc. conference that starts tomorrow!)
I’m marking the Series in my own special way — with the publication of more Diamond Brides books! First up — TRIPLE PLAY II, the omnibus (three-in-one) collection of the middle three Diamond Brides novels.
Here’s what you get:
Second Thoughts: In an unexpected reunion, career-driven second baseman Nick Durban discovers that he is the father of photographer Jamie Martin’s six-year-old daughter, but Jamie can’t trust the ex-fiancé who walked out on her years before.
Third Degree: Chef Ashley Harris and third baseman Josh Cantor are competing in a cooking reality show, and the flames in the bedroom roar even higher than the ones in the kitchen.
Stopping Short: Bad-boy shortstop Drew Marshall will be cut by the team unless widowed spin doctor Jessica Barnes manages to save his career — a tall order after a well-intentioned teammate announces Drew and Jessica are engaged.
And it’s not just TRIPLE PLAY II that’s hitting the electronic shelves today. CENTER STAGE is now available direct from its publisher, Book View Cafe.
Book View Cafe is a professional authors’ publishing cooperative offering DRM-free ebooks in multiple formats to readers around the world. With authors in a variety of genres including fantasy, romance, mystery, and science fiction, Book View Café has something for everyone. Book View is good for readers because you can enjoy high-quality DRM-free ebooks from your favorite authors at reasonable prices. Book View is good for writers because 95% of the profits goes directly to the book’s author. Book View authors include New York Times and USA Today bestsellers; Nebula, Hugo, and Philip K. Dick Award winners; World Fantasy and Rita Award nominees; and winners and nominees of many other publishing awards. If you haven’t checked out our website before, take a peek today!
Now, let’s play ball!Read More
Once again, Kobo is having another sale! This one runs from October 17 – 19, and some of my books are available with *major* discounts!
CATCHING HELL — now 25% off!
FROM LEFT FIELD — now 35% off!
TRIPLE PLAY I (the first three volumes of the Diamond Brides Series) — now 50% off!
There are three different promo codes for this sale, and three lists to purchase from. Start at the front page of the sale, and order using the promo codes listed there. It’s as easy as one, two, three!Read More