What role did books play in your early life?
They were my best friends. My father was military, so we moved around a lot. While it was an amazing childhood that afforded me some incredible worldwide travel I wouldn’t
otherwise have, it could get kind of lonely always being the new girl. Throw in some serious dental issues in high school and an unfortunate pair of mid-90’s massive glasses – well…let’s just say I wasn’t exactly popular. LOL
But books were always there. I could always find someone in a story who I could relate to, whose dreams and sorrows could be so easily tied in with mine, who knew what it was like to be me. And when I needed them to, books took me away somewhere else and gave me a reprieve from having to think about being in a new place where I had to remake friends again.
My oldest daughter has become an avid reader (like the kind who runs into walls because there’s a book in her face) and watching the love unfold through her eyes is so magical.
Does the writing get easier with each book? Or does it get more difficult because you’re also growing as an author with each work?
It gets easier for me. First of all, I’m getting better and better at adjusting my time and finding what writing methods work for me (writing sprints, all the way).
I think after so many books written, a certain level of confidence follows. This is a fickle thing, mind you, which can easily collapse in a fit of self-doubt and castigation at a moment’s notice. I think all authors go through this. (FYI – leaving a positive review for a book you enjoyed is one of the best ways to tell someone you liked their book – and helps them through these bad days).
I think with historical romance, the research also becomes easier and the knowledge base if greater, requiring less research.
How can an aspiring author get better at writing?
First of all, everyone can always get better at writing. No one is perfect (or there wouldn’t be editors).
The most important thing is to never stop learning. Be passionate in your endeavor to learn your craft. Take classes (Margie Lawson is one of my personal favorite instructors and has classes available online), attend conferences and local writer meetings through RWA, network with other authors and don’t be afraid to reach out to them if you have questions.
And be patient. Rome wasn’t built in a day and nor was a solid book written. I think for me, it took about five years to really learn what I felt to be the core foundation of writing, but everyone has their own path and the length they’ve walked it.
Just know – all the time and effort will pay off.
Do you think that networking with other writers and authors is also important?
It absolutely is. When I was new to writing, I had a lot of authors really take me under their wing. They explained all the things I had no idea about (POV what???), later when I was in the process of working on my first edits with my publisher, they were great for answering questions Google couldn’t really point me to. And when my first book came out (and really all the subsequent ones as well), the level of support and sharing my book release information with their readers has been amazing.
Later on, fellow authors are great for doing cross promotion with. I think the most important part though is the camaraderie. Someone who knows what it’s like to have people in their heads, who knows how soul-sucking awful it is to get a rejection, how glorious a feeling writing ‘The End’ truly can be, and how releasing a book is both euphoric and chaotic all at once.
Networking gives you the most incredible friends who just get it.
What do you think every writer should know about character development?
Absolutely – and I say this as a plot-driven writer. I’ve worked hard to strengthen my character development side and am grateful for all the instructors who helped get character development through my skull. LOL
The reason we read books is because of the characters we latch onto and love. If that character starts off without a flaw, the book isn’t interesting. If the character doesn’t grow, the book is unsatisfying.
Characters are the part of the book that curl around our hearts and bring a sense of connectivity that is so vitally important.
About the Author
Madeline Martin lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her two daughters (AKA Oldest Minion and Youngest Minion). All shenanigans are detailed regularly on Twitter and on Facebook.
Her hobbies include rock climbing, running, doing crazy races (like Mud Runs and Color Runs) and just about anything exciting she can do without getting nauseous. She’s also a history fan after having lived in Europe for over a decade, and enjoys traveling overseas whenever she can. Her favorite place to visit thus far: Scotland.
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I, like a jackass, went back on Facebook today only to find the first item in my news feed are that police officers have been gunned down in Baton Rouge. This shooting is in retaliation for the young man killed on July 5, at the hands of Baton Rouge police officers.
I am a writer.
I have an audience.
I have a voice that is heard.
This is ugly.
This is an ugly time in our country as we experience a very different and difficult growing pain. It is not going away because we updated our social media posting. It is not going away with one phone call to our Senators. It. Is. Not. Going. Away.
I want to show you something beautiful. I am not showing you this to throw the rock and hide my hand, but to show you that there is someting out there so pure and beautiful, that it is magical. Please, watch this clip and enjoy the beautiful. Don’t worry, the ugly will still be there when you finish, but for just two minutes, look and see this story in movement.
At some point, we all have to stand in the light, and be seen as we are. Don’t cave into the ugly commentary.
Be good to each other.
My neighbor, God bless his soul, sets his sprinkler to water every morning and night at seven. Yes, seven in the morning and seven in the evening the life giving sprays of rejuvenation are cascaded upon his lawn bringing forth green blades of lush beauty. His sprinkler sprays deep and wide casting more droplets of water on my side of the fence, which has resulted in one fourth of my yard being green. The rest of my lawn looks like a Frodo and Sam rested there on the way to the Lonely Mountain. I was just thinking that you know maybe I should do something about this situation. After fifteen minutes of my attempted quest for greener grass made me quickly realize, the grass is always greener on the other side for a reason. Here is the reason.
I went outside after working a twelve-hour day to hook the hose up the stationary sprinkler. Unfortunately, I found out that Hubby set the sprinkler to rotate, agitate and saturate at 180 degrees. I got the hose hooked up the sprinkler head and turned the water up. It began to rotate, spewing out life giving water. However, as it made its rotation, I saw it coming towards me and like a confused deer, I stood there wondering if it was going to stop. It didn’t. I was too tired to run so I stood there like a flipping idiot as I was blasted in the face by sprinkler Bukake.
Soaked, I turned off the water then moved the sprinkler head.
I didn’t stick it far enough into the ground this time. I found that out when I turned it back on. It came back around and got me in the face again.
I am starting to hate this sprinkler.
I move it once more, adjust the setting so that it doesn’t rotate one hundred and eighty degrees but only ninety. However, now, it is watering my neighbor’s yard. I felt like a tired Mom in K-Mart trying to get control of her bad ass kid. “Get your little butt back over here,” I was mumbled under my breath.
It’s not like his very verdant yard needs any of my precious water.
I move it again.
The heads are adjusted.
Now it is like a small child spitting up after getting off the roller coaster and not watering at all.
I move it again.
I bend down to turn the hose on and notice my left foot is covered in ants.
My pants leg is moving too.
Now I am standing on the front porch soaking wet, minus one shoe and my pants and wouldn’t you know it, my neighbor is standing there looking at me. Yes, I am on the front porch in my drawers and one shoe.
Mind your own damned business!
This is your fault anyway.
I will tell you that the grass is always greener on the other side for a reason. That reason is better planning and a better sprinkler system. I am sorry lawn, I don’t want you to die, but screw you and the ants which occupy you.
I don’t know why, but I laughed so hard on at this promo that I have to see this movie. I think I may treat myself tomorrow and go and see it.
That and a find out about that “push pop” scene.