Charlie Sheen wants to write a gossipy memoir about his experiences at Two and a Half Men. He is asking for the starting bid to be $10 million. The title is to be When the Laughter Stopped, so was that like, season 2?
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Posted in Los Angeles Memoir, memoirs, paranormal romances, writing, writing life, tagged amazon, paranormal romances, publishing, publishing news, self-publishing amazon, writing, writing life, young adult books on January 14, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Just wanted to write a quick update before I hide my wireless router from myself for the day so I can get some book writing done.
I’m starting to feel more embarrassed than usual when people ask me how the book is going, because I keep falling in love with and then completely dropping manuscripts. I wonder if people are thinking, “Amy is really flaky.” I mean, they probably think that already. What kind of linear progress and constancy would you expect from someone who first got published for writing about going on 50 dates?
I also wonder if people think I can’t publish again. That DATING AMY was a one-time thing.
It wasn’t, or at least I don’t think it was. The thing is, it’s hard to know which book is going to be the most viable. Financially, I mean. I read this really brilliant quote on twitter last year that writing a novel is like filling out a lottery ticket for two years.
I don’t know what’s going to take off in the marketplace, but I can at least make an educated guess. The last two books I was working on (since 2008? Ish.) were memoirs, and even though I love them and other people love the idea of them, I am not completely certain I want to risk all my time and pin all my hopes on memoirs. As far as I know they’re not selling to publishers really well. By that I mean they’re not hot.
So I have switched yet again from my memoir about Los Angeles (which I LOVE, by the by, and have written 200 pages of since November 1), to a young adult novel about witchcraft, kinda. It’s my first YA and my first try at fiction. And… now I even sound flaky to myself.
I’m also completely enthralled with the idea of self-publishing, especially for paranormal books, because you could crank them out like an old-fashioned serial without the two-year publishing time lag. The entrepreneur in me gets all excited about selling books directly to readers through Amazon, etc. Also the 70% royalty rate is the bees knees. (The usual with traditional publishing is like 8-12%)
Posted in books, celebrities, memoirs, music, reading, writing life, tagged Los Angeles Music Memoir, Motley Crue, Motley Crue Memoir, Motley Crue the Dirt, Music Memoirs, NaNoWriMo, Nikki Sixx, The Dirt Motley Crue, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil on November 9, 2010 | 2 Comments »
I am looking for inspiration for my L.A. music story (as if 50 journals and enough excitement on my part to set off a fireworks display isn’t enough).
So I asked one of my Seattle music critic friends for rock & roll memoir recommendations and he suggested Motley Crue: The Dirt-Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band. It’s written by the whole band and just the first paragraph made me laugh out loud. I cannot wait to delve into this book, especially since the Sunset Strip locale and time period overlaps with my own memoir.
Unfortunately I’m supposed to be writing instead of reading right now. I’ve committed to NaNoWriMo–National Novel Writing Month–during which mostly yet-to-be-published writers bang out 50,000 words during the month of November.
My plan is to write during the day and then take this book (and a groupie?) to bed at night with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, which is the serving suggestion depicted on the cover.
As anyone who knows me knows, I’ve been working on a memoir “about my neighborhood” for over two years. It’s really much bigger and more intriguing than that, but that’s its code name. It’s like when you’re driving through Los Angeles and you see cardboard signs with arrows that say this way to “Clearasil Commercial Shoot” which is really secret code for the latest Brad Pitt movie.
Anyway. There has been a lot of interest in the Neighborhood Book, but not enough to keep me going, and for now… I am deciding to cut my losses and put it aside.
The truth is, I met another project and I’m crazy about it. I get up at 5 a.m. to work on it and when friends text me to go to lunch at 7 a.m., I think they’re weird, but then I look at the clock and it’s 1 p.m. and it’s just that I’ve been that absorbed in my work for hours.
There is resistance, though. A mini outcry. The old project is like the boyfriend that everyone has gotten used to–actually people really like him and want me to keep seeing him.
I don’t know what to say. It’s not him, it’s me. Maybe someday we will get back together and work things out. I just need space to work on this new book (that I’m really, really excited about). We’re in the throes of ecstasy, but I know I need to act like I at least feel a little bad for leaving that other project. (Clearasil? Neighborhood? I’m already forgetting its name!)
Speaking of misleading cardboard signs, the new memoir takes place in L.A. It may sound like an acne commercial, but it’s totally Brad Pitt.
Posted in book reviews, books, memoirs, reading, tagged books, glass castle, glass castle jeannette walls, glass castles, jeannette walls, memoirs, misery memoirs, the glass castle on September 3, 2010 | 4 Comments »
The woman at the used bookstore by my house recommended The Glass Castle as “a book for people who don’t even like to read.”
I flipped through the first few pages and didn’t buy it, but I couldn’t get the first image — a woman in New York looking out of her taxi window and seeing her homeless mom rummaging through a dumpster — out of my head, so the next day I went back and coughed up the $7.
I love this book; it’s one of the best I’ve read this year and I’ve been reading a lot.
It’s about four kids and the extremely capricious, bright, destitute parents who drag them all over the country. Narrated by Jeannette Walls, the middle sister, these plucky little Dickensian kids made me want to live in their dirt-poor reality.
The Glass Castle is also a lesson in how to write a memoir. So often people think that if they write a bunch of horrible things that happened to them, other people will automatically relate.
It’s the resilience in the face of misery that people are relating to, though, not the misery.