Auditions

by Katie Paul on May 7, 2013

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Getting a book published is like winning a talent show. It doesn’t matter how well you can write (or sing) in the privacy of your own home, to earn a living doing what you love, you have to expose your work to the world.

It takes many steps. The first is the audition.

Auditioning your writing means sending it to an agent. There are big agents and little agents just like there are small talent shows and shows like the ‘The Voice’. Where you start depends on your nerve.

There are benefits to starting at the top ~

  • your expectations are lower — you don’t really expect to get on ‘The Voice’ the first time you sing in public so you are not as nervous. It’s a long shot so the stakes don’t seem as high.
  • you have somewhere to go — if you don’t make it at a big audition are other smaller contests you can audition for.

When I sent my manuscript out into the world, I started at the top. I figured rejection would be easier to take if I was aiming too high.

When you contact an agent, you don’t send your full manuscript, you send a query letter. In the query letter, you summarise your book into a single page. To continue ‘The Voice’ analogy, it’s the off-camera audition that happens before the show.

The first agent I sent a query letter wanted to read the first twenty pages (called a partial). I had passed the first audition and had been invited to the blind auditions.

After my agent read my first twenty pages, she wanted to read the rest of the manuscript (called a full). One of the judges turned their chair.

Right now, we’re at the battle rounds. My full manuscript is in the hands of a prospective agent who is deciding whether she will represent me or not. If I win the battle round, I’ll get an offer of representation.

After that, the agent has to sell my manuscript to a publisher and then my dream of being published will come true. This is the final part of the contest — winning the show.

The agent has  promised to get back to me by the end of this week. I’m excited and terrified at the same time. I console myself with the thought that there are other contests, other agents if this doesn’t work out. But if it does … OH MY GOD!

Have you ever aimed for the top and made it?

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Leave no path untaken

by Katie Paul on May 4, 2013

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Sleep my little baby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you’ll see the world
If I’m not mistaken…

Kiss a lover
Dance a measure
Find your name
And buried treasure…

Face your life
Its pain
Its pleasure
Leave no path untaken

― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

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Uncomfortable

by Katie Paul on May 3, 2013

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Jemma is my imaginary Facebook friend. She is not one particular person but an amalgamation of many. I’ve never met Jemma but we used to have something in common — the sport of bodybuilding.

I competed for two years — 2008 and 2009 — until the strict diet and exercise regimen turned into something more than just a hobby. I ended up with an eating disorder. But eating disorders isn’t what this post is about.

My friend Jemma is free to do anything she wants with her life. If getting contest ready year after year makes her happy then I have no problem with that. What makes me uncomfortable is that Jemma is keeping a secret from her hundreds of admiring Facebook friends.

Jemma is muscular and shredded because she uses illegal drugs.

I know this because I have watched her features change over the years. Her jaw is now strong and masculine. She looks like a man in drag.

I know this because Jemma competes in the ‘non-drug tested’ federations. Anyone who is drug free wouldn’t have a hope of winning in such an environment. It would be like choosing to ride a bicycle in a Formula One race.

I know this because Jemma has uncommonly huge shoulders and biceps covered in bulging veins.

It’s none of my business if Jemma chooses to pump hormones into her body and go through male puberty — what makes me uncomfortable is that women see her as a role model. Hundreds of comments on a recent photo say ‘You’re an inspiration!’ or ‘I want to look just like you’.

The truth is you can’t look like Jemma through diet and exercise alone.

Jemma has a secret weapon that she will never admit in public.

She’s lying to you.

And that’s what makes me uncomfortable.

What makes you uncomfortable?

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What I Know

by Katie Paul on May 2, 2013

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I know life is shorter than you think and every moment counts.

I know being in love makes the world a much kinder place.

I know bad things happen to good people who don’t deserve or attract misfortune. There are just some parts of our lives we can’t control.

I know there is such a thing as magic.

I know anything easy gets boring.

I know humanity is essentially good.

I know there is more to this life than what meets the eye.

I know that excitement and terror often feel the same.

I know I’m blessed and even better things are coming …

What do you know?

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The Story of My Life [Blog Every Day in May]

by Katie Paul on May 1, 2013

Blogging every day in May is a lofty goal, which I may or may not achieve. Who cares — the fun is in the attempt and my blog has been neglected for way too long. Be warned though — I might break the rules.

► Today’s prompt (found at The Story of My Life) is the story of my life in 250 words.

Minty was the first cat I can remember from my childhood. She was mostly deaf as is often the case with white cats. I can’t remember why my mother had her put down. I can remember that it took almost a week for my brother and me to notice.

Blackie was my mother’s cat. From when she was a kitten, Blackie used to lay across my mother’s shoulders while she washed the dishes. Blackie got hit by a car. ‘She was too trusting,’ my mother said.

Jack and I only went to the animal shelter to look. It was before we were married. We came home with Rex — abandoned because he was too aggressive. Rex was never aggressive with us. His ears used to prick up when he heard a baby cry. Rex got killed by a car when our marriage was less than a year old. I cried so much I couldn’t go to work for two days.

Misty, Pumpkin and Guido came and went throughout our marriage. Misty got re-homed when we moved cities, Pumpkin went to live on a farm and Guido grew so old and sick we had him put down.

Izzy, the last cat, ended up leaving us. One day she just never came home. It was a few weeks before I moved out. Perhaps she knew what was coming…

I miss having a furry ball of love sitting on my lap during the cold winter months and snaking through my legs first thing in the morning. But I know taking on a cat means that one day it will die or leave.

And I’m not ready for any more of that.

 

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Fit for Life

by Katie Paul on April 24, 2013

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After four days of excruciating back pain I went to the doctor. She sent me to the hospital. Yesterday afternoon I had my appendix taken out under general anaesthetic.

At 9am this morning they discharged me saying they had never seen anyone who looked so healthy after an operation. I had to speak to the pharmacist to confirm that I don’t take any medication at all in my everyday life because she thought it was a mistake.

I think the Universe knew a health challenge was coming so it prompted me to go to Bikram yoga to get fitter. After a couple of months in the hot room, I have strong stomach muscles, a centred mind, my sore shoulder is completely better and I don’t have obese levels of belly fat covering my organs. The discharging nurse said I was ‘fit’ for my age.

Being fit isn’t always about lifting the heaviest, running the fastest or being the leanest on stage. Being fit can mean being healthy enough to go through any physical or emotional challenge that everyday life brings your way without falling apart.

I’m glad that I’m fit for life.

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