2012 Carol Award winners

We interrupt today's programing for this announcement: (last weeks author reveal is below-please checkit out)

The Carol Awards are ACFW's recognition for the best Christian fiction published by traditional publishing houses in the previous calendar year.


The winners of the 2012 Carol Award are:

Debut Novel
Fairer Than Morning by Rosslyn Elliott (Thomas Nelson)
Long Contemporary
The Search by Suzanne Woods Fisher (Revell)
Long Contemporary Romance
My Foolish Heart by Susan May Warren (Tyndale)
Long Historical
Fairer Than Morning by Rosslyn Elliott (Thomas Nelson)
Long Historical Romance
To Win Her Heart by Karen Witemeyer (Bethany House Publishers)
Mystery
Falling to Pieces: A Shipshewana Amish Mystery by Vannetta Chapman (Zondervan)
Novella
An Accidental Christmas from A Biltmore Christmas by Diane T. Ashley/Aaron McCarver (Barbour Publishing)
Romantic Suspense
Lonestar Angel by Colleen Coble (Thomas Nelson)
Short Contemporary
Lakeside Reunion by Lisa Jordan (Love Inspired)
Short Contemporary Suspense
Nightwatch by Valerie Hansen (Love Inspired Suspense)
Short Historical
The Deepest Waters by Dan Walsh (Revell)
Speculative Fiction
Broken Sight by Steve Rzasa (Marcher Lord Press)
Suspense/Thriller
Fallen Angel by Major Jeff Struecker/Alton Gansky (B & H Fiction)
Women’s Fiction
Dandelion Summer by Lisa Wingate (Penguin Praise/Berkley)
Young Adult
The Merchant’s Daughter by Melanie Dickerson (Zondervan)


Congratulations to all of the winners but especially to Suzanne Woods Fisher for winning the Long Contemporary Fiction slot with her title The Search, published by Revell
Suzanne is Joyce Hart's client.

We will return to our regularly scheduled program of First pages next week.

Last week's brave author was Rick Barry.  Please check out Rick's inspirational adventure novels, Gunner's Run and Kiriath's Quest. Stop by his blog/website for a visit. rickbarry.blogspot.com

Abridge Too Far by Andy Scheer

How much can you cut from a published novel—and still have it reflect the original story?

I've pondered that as I've been acquiring audio books for an upcoming road trip to Phoenix, Arizona. I plan to attend a book-collector's convention, so all summer I searched at garage sales and thrift stores for audio books by the authors who will be attending.

The main author has been writing since the mid 1970s, so many of his books were published on audio cassettes. (I drive one of the last cars built with a cassette player.) An interesting thing about those books on tape: while a version with the entire text of a novel contains twelve cassettes, the audio versions of some of his earlier books contained just four. If there was comparable time on each cassette, then only a third of the text made it onto tape.

I can't blame just the cassettes. I've acquired some similar novels on CD that came with five disks. But when I looked in the library for audio books by the same authors, they contained twelve and even fifteen.

If you had to cut two-thirds or even half from your novel, what would you omit—and what would be left? Listening to the five-disk version of Jack Du Brul's adventure novel Havoc, I was shocked to realize the entire opening chapter—fifteen pages dramatizing a maguffin-carrying passenger's experience on the final flight of the German airship Hindenburg—was gone. Better than nothing, yet in some ways like the false-front buildings on the street of a movie set. If you want sub-plots, don't listen to a shortened audio version.

But this past week I did see one book on cassette whose short original length meant the full version could be presented on just a few tapes—even if the labeling did make me shake my head:

The Bridges of Madison County—Unabridged

Bullriders and Writers by Linda S. Glaz

Sitting in front of my computer, I’m half listening to the bullriding championships on the small tv that sits on a stand next to my desk. I like noise when I’m working unless I’m reading. But I digress.

As I watch these fellas getting bucked off, I wonder just what makes them hop back on again? Because the next time I watch, there’s the same guy with optimism all over his face ready to go one more time in spite of the aching joints and gouge marks in his skin.

One of the bulls just stumbled and is now on probation for life. If he ever stumbles onto a rider again, he’ll be banned from the rodeo. (I didn’t know they had such strict guidelines for the bulls) Anyway, when he stumbled, he kicked the rider in the gut as I sat here mesmerized wondering whether or not the rider would get back up. HE DID!

What about riding bulls has me so enthralled? I can tell you in one word: writers! Now, a lot of you athletes out there will laugh at this, but tell me what’s not the same?

In the arena at the rodeo:

Bullrider puts all his ability out there, rides the snot spewing bull or gets kicked in the gut and walks away in pain.

At an appointment at a writers’ conference:

Writer puts all his ability out there, meets with the snot spewing editor/agent (oh, my, I hope not) and either gets an offer or gets kicked in the gut and walks away in pain.

I have finally found my connection to bullriders. They are like writers. They endure great gouges of pain to get up, brush themselves off, and climb on the bull again.

And who walks away with the prize? The rider/writer who knows that the secret is to keep climbing back on until you ride it out and walk home with the trophy.

Happy trails…

PUTS HIS STETSON ON THE SAME by Linda S. Glaz

My dad was involved in politics for a while, and I would from time to time go with him when he got to see the biggies. I was awestruck. He always told me not to be intimidated by anyone.

So don’t be intimidated by Terry, y’all. He puts his Stetson on just like everybody else.

Only, that’s not what my dad said. He said, “Just remember, Dolly, everyone pulls up their pants the same way. Nobody’s different than anyone else.”

(I just thought the Terry analogy was a bit nicer).

A lovely lady just told me that when she first met me, as agent Linda, not as good old normal Linda, that she was intimidated by me. ME!?! I had a student in karate class YEARS ago, tell me the same thing. Said she thought I chewed nails for breakfast. YIKES! What an image to be portraying. No wonder the dentist has to work so hard.

Writers need to understand they should walk boldly up to whichever agent or editor they choose, and remember, they are no different. They have all the hopes and dreams, fears and realities of everyone else.

They are neither more or less important in the scheme of things. We are all part of the industry that we love. Agents and editors want the chance to get to know you as well. Or they should. If not, they’re in the wrong biz.

What do you say?

Know how to put on a Stetson?

Would You Read On? hosted by Diana Flegal

Thank you for stopping by for today's installment of Would You Read On?

Today's contributor has offered us the first page of his YA novel. Let us know in the comment section below, if you would read on or place this back on the shelf.

Chapter 1

A scream ripped my attention from the airline magazine. In the next instant, a muffled explosion erupted somewhere outside the airplane.

“They’re shooting at us!” a man shouted.

The Boeing 747 shuddered into a gut-wrenching dive. Instantly my trip to Israel as an exchange student transformed into a pandemonium of shrieking, shouting, terrified passengers.

“What’s happening? Who’s shooting?” I yelled into the chaos.

Was it a fighter jet? Or maybe missiles shooting up from ground launchers? From where I sat in the middle, I couldn’t see whatever the passengers at the windows were shouting about.

A second explosion rocked the airliner.

The grandmother beside me clutched my arm and dug in with eagle talons. “We’re going to crash!”

I still didn’t know what was happening, but in that instant I figured the old woman was right. Only seventeen years old—and I was about to die.

Yellow oxygen masks dropped from the overhead bins. Just as I reached for mine, a final explosion practically blasted my ears off. Just that fast, the airliner was gone! Instead of airplane, I glimpsed alternating blue sky, brown earth, and tumbling wreckage as my body somersaulted through icy air. My lungs gasped for breath.

In terror I shut eyes and uttered a final prayer: “God! I’m yours!”

WOULD YOU READ ON?

Last weeks contributor was published author Marlene Banks. Marlene takes true moments in Black American history and brings these unknown stories to light by wrapping them in fiction. Her third title releases Oct 1st and is titled Greenwood and Archer. Greenwood and Archer continues the story from Son of a Preacherman, a Feb 2012 release.  Connect with Marlene at her FB page.

Well-turned Phrases by Andy Scheer

“Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.” —George Orwell

I've considered that advice this past week as I've been reformatting some curriculum for the writer's group I work for part time.

In a lesson on writing style, the course advises:

“Good writers try to get out of the way of their own messages. They don't try to impress with beautiful words, nice turns of phrase, or fancy sentences that draw attention to their writing ability. … If a sentence draws attention to itself or to the writer, it has to go.”

“Kill your darlings,” Stephen King says, “kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler's heart, kill your darlings.”

It's a fine balance—avoiding cliched expressions and finding fresh metaphors that communicate powerfully, but also subtly. This past week I've been re-reading Stephen King's massive novel 11/22/63—taking the time to appreciate some of the nuances of his craft.

Here are some of his well-turned phrases I discovered on my second reading:

● In small towns certain names seem to sprout like dandelions on a lawn in June. (p 126)

● . . . ordered a shore dinner, which came with clams and a lobster roughly the size of an outboard motor. (pp 126-127)

● . . . the color of water beneath a sky from which snow will soon fall. (p 152)

● . . . flooded the room with enough fluorescent light to take out an appendix by. (p241)

● . . . the fall colors began to bloom—first timid yellow, then orange, then blazing strumpet red as autumn burned away another Maine summer. (p 270)

● . . . long autumn afternoons, most hazy and warm. Dusty gilded light slanting down through the trees. At light, a quiet so vast it seemed almost to reverberate. (p 270)

● . . . staring . . . with his mouth slightly hung open. It was the expression of a farmer who sees dinosaurs cropping grass in his north forty. (p 325)

● It was more than a smile; his face was transformed with the happiness that's reserved for those who are finally allowed to reach all the way up. (p 328)

These phrases must not have been his darlings, for which I'm grateful. They're certainly not ones I'm used to seeing in print—or especially in anyone's first draft.

Update from Joyce

Hello everyone. 

  

Since you don’t hear from me very often, I thought I would bring you up to date on what is happening at the Pittsburgh office, besides the day to day activities.

I was able to attend the ICRS in Orlando in July.  Kathy, my assistant here in the Pittsburgh office went with me.  I couldn’t have done the conference without her.  We had a great time.  We roomed with Diana Wallis Taylor, one of my clients. I met with 26 editors in two days.  Since I hadn’t been to ICRS the last two years, it was good to reconnect with editor friends and to meet a couple new ones. It was also great to see many other friends on the convention floor.  Kathy heard “Joyce & I go waay back.” quite a few times.   I think my first CBA Convention was in 1980. 

 

My birthday was in August and I got three birthday cakes.   I’m watching carbs now. 

Many friends sent cards and messages on Face Book.  It is nice to be remembered.  Thanks to all.

Now I’m getting ready for the ACFW which is only two days away.  I’m having a dinner for my clients and their spouses. It will be at The La Hacienda in Colleyville, TX at 7:00 pm on Wednesday, September 19.  The manager of the restaurant says it is about 10 minutes from the airport.  Terry is having a get together for his clients on Friday night at the hotel.  At last count I will have 21 authors attending the conference. That’s only the jhart authors, not the whole agency. Terry will have 19 authors there.

 If you write fiction, I cannot recommend this conference highly enough.   You will have the opportunity to network with other authors, connect with editors and attend many good workshops. 

God bless and keep you in His care.