- Skylark (Skylark 1)
She currently lives and writes in Northern Virginia, but the siren call of travel is hard to resist, and there's no telling how long she'll stay there.
In her spare time she plays guitar, plays video games, plays with her cat, and reads.
She is the author of SKYLARK, coming out August 1 from Carolrhoda Lab/Lerner Books. She is also the co-author of THESE BROKEN STARS, forthcoming from Disney-Hyperion in Fall 2013.
- Website: http://www.meaganspooner.com
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A Day in the Life of an Almost-Published Authorby Meagan Spooner
I think there’s a tendency to think that the life of a published author is all glamour—full of rooftop parties and publisher dinners, book signings and phone calls with film studios, fan mail and conference panels. And while it’s true that I have done all those things, in reality, those are the exceptions, not the rule. A lot of it is sitting at your messy desk in your pajamas tearing your hair out because you just need five minutes to finish this draft and your email/family/friends/cat/insert-distraction-here won’t leave you alone. So, I thought I’d dispel the magic just a little, and outline a typical day in the life of a soon-to- be-published writer.
4:25 AM — Dream that Super Agent Man has called to tell you that you’re on the List. Instantly realize you’re dreaming, and wake up. Cat protests—it is not waking time yet and he needs his beauty sleep.
4:27 AM — Glare at your subconscious. Go back to sleep.
6:15 AM — Wake to the sudden memory of that email you forgot to write to Beautiful Book Blogger and race to the computer to stumble through an apology and send the info.
6:30 AM — Start working with Australia time zone-based co-author. Get brain into gear, draft frantically on other series.
7-ish AM — Stuff an English muffin into your mouth. Add peanut butter straight from the jar. Pretend this is Nutrition and not a desperate cry for help. Make tea. Feed cat.
8:10 AM — Receive email from Beautiful Book Blogger saying that, in fact, you have emailed the wrong person. Because you did it when you were half-asleep.
9:00 AM —Send Australian co-author to bed, return to your emails. Tell cat you will play with him when you finish clearing your inbox.
10:00 AM — Work on emails. You’ve got things to address from eight or nine bloggers. Avoid
overwhelmedness by making more tea.
11:00 AM — Work on emails. Pause to add a few names to the invite list for your next event. Send email to venue confirming just one more time that everything’s set.
11:30 AM — Work on emails. Pause again because someone on Goodreads/Twitter/blogosphere/the moon has surfaced saying nice things about your book. Remember why you’re doing this. Return to your emails feeling totally awesome.
12:12 PM — Phone call from Super Agent Man. You are reminded for an intensely exciting moment about your dream—then you remember that your book isn’t even out yet. Pick up, cautious. Learn about a new book deal in Exotic Foreign Land. Cheer.
12:45 PM — Everything is totally sweet. Twitter loves your book, Exotic Foreign Land loves your book, Super Agent Man loves your book—AND you’ve just cleared out your inbox, finally. Clearly, you’re a rock star. What can go wrong? Sit down to work on Book Draft Number Awesome. Occasionally throw mouse for cat.
12:47 PM — A well-meaning friend alerts you to a site offering your book illegally as a free download. Put on your brave face, tell friend that yeah, it happens, and it sucks, but there’s not too much you can do. Secretly eye the “#of times this has been downloaded” number and sulk.
12:51 PM — Someone on Goodreads looking to build their “read” pile adds thirty one-star reviews of random books. Yours is one of them. Put your brave face back on. It’s fine. It’s just a random review, it doesn’t matter. Cat sits on lap.
12:52 PM — Email from Super Agent Man. Turns out Exotic Foreign Land has to change your
protagonist’s name, which is also going to change your book’s title. Brave face. BRAVE FACE.
12:55 PM — Well-meaning family member sends you an article about how [Insert Your Chosen Genre Here] is dead and all books fitting that description are doomed. You’re not a rock star. You’re the book equivalent of a sad man with a keyboard living in his parents’ basement. Go into
kitchen, stuff your formerly brave face with cake.
1:30 PM — Return to computer feeling slightly sick from cake, but slightly more in control of your brain. Realize there’s nothing you can do about any of this stuff. Turn off internet. Actually work for an hour. Cat sleeps in cat bed beside monitor. Very soothing.
2:30 PM — Phone call from events coordinator at Awesome Indie Bookstore. They want to feature you in a YA panel and host a signing. Maybe you’re a little bit of a rock star after all.
3:08 PM — Email from 8th grader in Alabama whose teacher loaned her the ARC she got from a
conference. She loves it. You’re her new favorite author.
3:28 PM — Writer Friend IMs to check in, talk about the day’s blunders and missteps, laughs about the illegal download and lists eight links where her book is up illegally. She’s a rock star too, you see.
4:45 PM — Mom calls. She’s making salmon tonight. It’s your favorite.
6:30 PM — Leave the house for the first time all day, spend the evening with your family. They ask, as they always do, “How is the book thing going?” You think about it. You say, “It’s going pretty well. Yeah, I actually think it’s going really well.”
9:30 PM — Get home. Feed cat. Fall asleep on couch.
10:17 PM — Transfer to bed. Cat comes with, falls asleep on you, purrs.
11:59 PM — Wake abruptly, remember you were supposed to email a book blogger about your blog tour. Consider moving, but you left your phone on the couch. Decide it can wait until morning.
Vis in magia, in vita vi. In magic there is power, and in power, life.
For fifteen years, Lark Ainsley waited for the day when her Resource would be harvested and she would finally be an adult. After the harvest she expected a small role in the regular, orderly operation of the City within the Wall. She expected to do her part to maintain the refuge for the last survivors of the Wars. She expected to be a tiny cog in the larger clockwork of the city.
Lark did not expect to become the City's power supply.
For fifteen years, Lark Ainsley believed in a lie. Now she must escape the only world she's ever known...or face a fate more unimaginable than death.
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