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In Defense of Collaboration


This post is part of a series about writing with a co-author. To read all my advice about the full process of collaborative writing (including stories and bonus chapters not found here on the blog), order my book, In It Together, a guide to writing with a co-writer without losing your mind.

Let me be honest: collaboration sometimes gets a bad rap. Among authors and readers alike, there are individuals who turn up their noses at co-authorship. Some readers are unwilling to try a book written by more than one author. Some authors swear they would never want to co-write a book as long as they live.


Everyone has their own preferences, and that’s fine! The bias is understandable; most of us remember being students assigned to group projects, partnered with classmates we hardly wanted to sit by, let alone collaborate with. Even when we were able to pick our own partners, often we’d discover that our friends, while fun to eat lunch with, were lacking in communication skills and possessing of disparate work styles, when they bothered to do the work at all. It’s no wonder most of us balk at the thought of a group project, let alone a group novel. It’s hard enough to write books on your own, let alone bring someone else into the equation.

Reader Bias
We’ll deal with the writer’s objections in a moment. For now, let’s view this from the reader side. Some readers are all too quick to tell you they’re not interested in reading a co-authored book. If their favorite author writes a collaboration, they’re afraid the new author’s work won’t be as good. Even if both authors are unfamiliar, they may still object for reasons that are often vague. The basic assertion is that co-authored works are just worse somehow, and that having one person in charge of every aspect of the work makes for a better product.


Does collaboration really produce lesser results? Can the vision of more than one creator enhance the work, or does it always get in the way?


First, let’s broaden our vision a little. When it comes to novels, it’s still standard for one writer to do most of the work. In other industries, collaboration is the standard. Very few films are made solely by one filmmaker—writing the script, holding the camera, and playing all of the parts. Similarly, while most books have one author’s name on the cover, many are also to some degree collaborative. Most authors work with teams of beta readers and editors who contribute to the style, voice, and narrative choices of the work. The author may contribute the most, but they are usually far from the only voice.


So our entertainment diet is a little more saturated with collaboration than we often want to admit. That doesn’t necessarily mean that’s a good thing—let’s move back to the core question: are individuals better at making decisions than groups? If my personal experience as a student was all I had to go on, I would certainly say yes.

Research says otherwise.


In fact, studies have shown that groups of collaborators make better decisions than any of the contributors would make on their own. The effect of bouncing ideas off each other increases the quality of those ideas, and therefore the quality of the final product. For simple tasks, individuals might be more efficient, but as the complexity of a task increases, group efforts become not only superior in quality, but more streamlined and effective as well. Working with just anyone, like we were so often forced to do in school, might not be effective. Groups of grade school friends who picked each other for social reasons might not fare any better. But teams of people who have common goals, complimentary skills, build an environment of cooperation, and promote the free-sharing of ideas can create a synergy that will increase the quality of both process and product, which will benefit everyone, reader and author alike. In short, in a good collaboration, everybody wins.


Many authors like to hole up in private to do their writing. They may believe that co-authorship is an extrovert’s game. Not so says behavioral scientist Francesca Gino from Harvard Business School. Extroverts may be more naturally interested in group interaction, but introverts tend to be better at empowering the contributions of others and helping groups to be more cohesive and benefit from different perspectives. Basically, extroverts might be more inclined toward working with others, but introverts have distinct skills that make them a vital and necessary part of collaborative teams.
So, if teams consistently produce better results more efficiently for complex tasks, why is there such a bias against collaboration?


My hunch is that it comes down to an is/ought fallacy. Most novels have traditionally been written by individuals. Even now, most of the books in any given fiction section have only one author’s name on the cover. Therefore, this must be the better way, right?


The trouble with this fallacy is that it’s, well, fallacious. Just because this is the way things have been done doesn’t mean it’s the best way to do them, and it certainly doesn’t mean it’s the only way. Unfortunately, the bias against co-written books does make some people less likely to try them, but the more authors turn out excellent books through collaboration, the more collaboration will start to become a norm.
Sadly, confirmation bias will mean that readers who don’t like a given co-written book are more likely to attribute their dislike to the co-authorship. Meanwhile, no matter how many single-author books a reader has despised, they are unlikely to decide that they just don’t like single-author stories, and only want to read books written by more than one person. This bias is unfortunate, but there are enough writers succeeding wildly while co-authoring that it’s clearly not preventative to success.


And the more of us do it, the more we’ll prove that teams can be just as successful in writing as they are in other forms of art.

Writer Bias
That’s all well and good for the reader, but what about from the writer side? Is the experience of collaborating better for the writer than solo work?


This will depend on many factors, including the specific co-writer relationship, the preferences of the individual author, and the impact on the project at hand. Let’s be honest, solo writing isn’t always a picnic either, and I’d be lying to you if I told you that your collaborative efforts were guaranteed to go smoothly and produce only wonderful results which will be successful beyond your wildest dreams. These kinds of results are never guaranteed in publishing, and collaborating will not magically fix that.


I understand skepticism about the process. When I first considered co-writing, I was skeptical myself. I estimated that it would be twice as much work to write a book with another writer, and make the whole experience needlessly complicated.


Was I right?


Yes and no.
First, let’s deal with the question that was on my mind when I first considered co-writing: is collaboration easier than writing solo?
I have no data for you here, but I can speak from my own experience. My collaborative writing projects have been easier in some ways, and harder in others.

Benefits
What’s easier about collaboration? One of my favorite benefits of working with a co-writer is that I don’t always have to do all the parts of the job I hate. Some of my co-writers have been fantastic at writing setting details and character descriptions. I am the worst about remembering to put those details onto the page, and I also hate doing it. When my co-writers actively enjoy going back through my work and filling in some of those details I’ve left out, the writing I’ve done gets both better and easier. Everybody wins.


The same is true for other aspects of the process. I despise making copy edits. My brain feels disengaged, and I become quickly bored as I do the tedious work of entering changes. I’ve worked with co-writers who are much happier to do that work than some of the other parts of revision, like restructuring chapters or moving large chunks of prose around and stitching them back together. That happens to be my favorite part of the entire writing process, so when our likes and dislikes align in a complementary way, both of our jobs become much easier and more enjoyable.


This extends also to business tasks. If one partner enjoys running ads while the other prefers to write emails or make social media posts, the division of labor helps everyone to be happier and less overwhelmed. There are bound to be some tasks that neither of you want to do, but dividing those tasks in half mean that you only have to do half as much of the work you hate, which is certainly easier than doing all of it yourself.


If you’re in a partnership where you are both drafting the book, two people writing words on a schedule can get those words done with each partner only spending half the time at the keyboard that they would have spent otherwise. This means you can get books drafted and into production faster, with less work done on your part.

Drawbacks
That all sounds pretty good, right? So why do I say that collaboration is also harder?
Because often times, the time you make up in having two hands typing the words, you spend trying to get two minds to agree on a single vision. And the closer you work together, the more hours of your time that’s going to take.


It turns out, part of what makes the product better also makes collaboration harder. All that benefit gained from different perspectives coming together to make better group decisions requires time, patience, and communication. It takes the maturity to prioritize your partner’s contributions as equal to your own. It takes two (or more) people who are both committed to working things out, to finding a middle ground, to sticking with a discussion until you find the solution that complements both of your visions, or a brand new vision that you both like better than your original, disparate ideas.
That’s hard. And beautiful. One of the highest privileges of collaboration is getting to be in those conversations—in the room, so they say, where it happens.


I hope you’re excited to put in that work, and see those beautiful results.

Want to read more? In It Together, has all the advice you’ll need for successful co-writing, including stories and bonus chapters not found on the blog.

Introduction to In It Together: A Guide to Collaboration

This post is part of a series about writing with a co-author. To read all my advice about the full process of collaborative writing (including stories and bonus chapters not found here on the blog), order my book, In It Together, a guide to writing with a co-writer without losing your mind.

Many writers are interested in the idea of collaboration, but don’t know where to start. Writers can be a solitary bunch; it can be difficult to wrap your brain around bringing a partner into a habitually solitary process—often a partner who is also accustomed to working alone. Some authors have a sense that writing with another person will be difficult, that it will probably involve conflict over both creative and business decisions, and that it might turn into, well, a mess.

These were my concerns about collaboration before I started co-writing, and I wasn’t wrong! Like any team project, writing books with a partner is a joy and a privilege . . . until it isn’t. It’s hard to match the creative energy that sparks when you bounce ideas off a partner who is every bit as invested in the project as you are, but even the best partnerships encounter challenges, and if they aren’t navigated carefully, those challenges can quickly turn into project-derailing problems.

In addition, there are as many different partnership circumstances as their are collaborations. You might be a junior partner working with a more experienced collaborator on intellectual property owned by your partner. You might be a pair of writers on equal footing trying to develop an IP you both share. You might be an author who is doing work-for-hire, who will write words, get paid, and then have no further connection to the property once the work is done. You might be in a combination of these circumstances. All come with their own benefits and complications.

Maybe you already have a collaborative relationship and things have already gotten complicated. You may wonder if your partnership is the only one that is sometimes messy or difficult.

Friends, it is not just you. When I began collaborating, I had no idea what I was doing. I dove in and muddled through, learning as I went, and like most people who are making things up as they go, I made a lot of messes. In short, I have made all the mistakes, and I’m here to tell you about them so you don’t have to make them all yourself. Or, if you already have, I’d like to help you figure out what’s gone wrong and build a plan to get yourself (and your partnership) back on track.

This book is divided into two sections: the first will help you develop skills and mindsets to tackle even the biggest partnership challenges with confidence. In the second section, we’ll deal with the mechanics of writing a book as a team, going through all the phases of the production process from brainstorming to publication and promotion.

You might be tempted to skip the first section and jump right to the practical bits, but don’t! To work through the challenges of the creative process, you’re going to need a healthy baseline of collaborative skills that will enable you to be a true team player without undermining your own creative goals. Trust me: it’s worth sticking through the foundational bits to make sure you have a solid set of tools for working together before you try to put them into practice.

If you’re merely curious about collaboration, if you’re just starting to work on your first project with a partner, or if you’ve already got projects (and challenges!) in the works, this book will help you think through what you really want out of collaboration and plant you firmly on a path to achieving those goals—without hurting yourself or your partner in the process. You can work through this book with your partner, or if your partner isn’t interested in participating (or you don’t have one yet), you can also work through it on your own and empower yourself to make the most of your current or future collaborations. Each chapter ends with exercises to help you put the principles and processes into action. You may want to keep your completed exercises together so you can refer back to them as you work through the material.

Welcome to our discussion of co-writing. The creative process may make you want to sing and dance or tear all your hair out—or maybe both at once—but the wonderful thing about collaboration is you’re never alone.

We’re in this together.

Want to read more? In It Together, has all the advice you’ll need for successful co-writing, including stories and bonus chapters not found on the blog.

Changes to The Extra series!

I’ve made some changes to The Extra series!

Now that the series is sixteen books long (and a prequel, and an alternate history, and three box sets, oh my), it was getting intimidating for new readers to begin. Probably that happened a while ago, let’s be honest, but I didn’t know what to do about it until a solution presented itself.

The series has now been broken up into four separate series, all still contained in the same world, known as the Gabbyverse. I’d been using that term internally for a while, but now it’s the official umbrella term for the books that used to be The Extra series.

If you’re a person who was too intimidated to start, or who wasn’t wild about The Extra but might want to try some of the different books in the world, this is for you! You can now start with any of the first in series: Su-Lin’s Super Awesome Casual Dating Plan, Beauty and the Bassist, or Ex on the Beach.

Check out the full breakdown on my romantic comedy page.

Save Me (For Later) is available now!

If you’ve been waiting (and waiting) for the next Extra Series book, I have good news! Save Me (For Later) is now available. You can read it now on Kindle or in KU, or order a print copy from Amazon. Even if you haven’t read the other books in the series, this is a friends-to-lovers, childhood sweethearts summer camp romance, and it stands alone, so it’s a great place to start!

In addition, the next book in the series is also available for pre-order. These two books are close companions, and I’m thrilled to share this story with you, coming in February.

Thanks for your patience with me during the wait for the next book! I hope to be able to get them out on a regular basis (about six months apart), going forward.

The Gift of Not Feeling

I want to tell you a story about my friend Brandon.  It’s been eighteen years since this happened, and in the intervening time I’ve told this story to fewer people than I can count on one hand.  I have kept it to myself largely because I know Brandon isn’t the kind of person who wants the good things he does blasted to the world, and I never wanted to embarrass him.  And if that’s what I’m doing now, I’m sorry for it. 

Last week, someone wrote an essay I won’t link here (as you’ve probably read it and I don’t like giving it clicks) that treated my friend at once like a circus freak who lacks feelings and also somehow as someone who is uninteresting and undeserving of attention. The article also treated two separate communities I love with contempt. I seethed about it for a couple of days, but I didn’t really entertain the idea of saying anything online, because it’s not my place and responding to the media is not professional. 

Then yesterday I read this, and I finally had something I wanted to say.

I met Brandon Sanderson when I was twenty-two years old.  I was just finishing my undergraduate degree and he was just finishing graduate school, and we had some classes that overlapped.  From there, we were in a critique group together and were part of a social group where we all hung out quite a bit.  None of us had families yet, and Brandon’s first book would come out during those couple of years, so none of us had intense career demands yet either. 

At that time in my life, I was a mess.  I had arrived at adulthood with several chemical and behavioral disorders that I did not yet understand.  My brain would sometimes and without warning explode in a horror show of fear and shame and pain so strong it felt physical.  I didn’t know what was wrong with me—indeed, I had been suffering from the depression and anxiety for so long that, in my mind, they were me.  I had no way to separate what was happening inside my head from a reality outside of it.  To me, everything I felt was real.  Because my mind filtered everything that happened outside of me through a lens of terror and agony, the world was terrifying and torturous.  In short, I was living in hell.

Most people, when I tried to describe what was happening in my mind, reacted in unhelpful ways.  I don’t blame them—very few people are equipped to know what to say to someone suffering as intensely as I was.   They would try to minimize it in an effort to minimize their own discomfort.  They would try to fix it, when it wasn’t something anyone could fix.  Or, worst of all, they would react in horror, having deep and terrifying feelings of their own about what was happening to me.  It was empathy, but it only reinforced to me that I was scary, Iwas broken, I was wrong.

And then there was Brandon.  Brandon has the fine distinction of being the first person in my life to suggest to me that what I was reacting to, the reality I was living in, was not in fact real to anyone but me.  His first and honest reaction to what was happening inside my head was genuine and unfeigned interest.  It didn’t matter how big or terrifying the emotion was.  I could tell him I hated him (and did) and his reaction, every time, would be to say, “That’s so interesting that you feel that way.  Why do you feel that?”

Why indeed?  I didn’t know why I felt that.  Brandon taught me the words “cognitive distortion.”  He taught me that reality could warp as it entered my brain, that the reality I was reacting to might not be real at all.  It might be all in my head.

Of course, it’s not helpful to tell a depressed person that their problem is all in their head—when it’s done in a dismissive way.  But Brandon wasn’t dismissing me.  He believed I had a genuine and difficult problem—but that problem wasn’t me, and it wasn’t the world around me, either.  It was as if I had spent my entire life living in a box, and I didn’t even know it.  I thought the box was the real world.  I thought the box was me.  I thought the box was all there would ever be to life, and, I think reasonably, I didn’t really want to live it anymore.

But along came Brandon Sanderson. He opened the lid to the box, looked around with interest, and said, “it’s so interesting that you live in here.  Do you know that there’s a whole world outside of this box?  Do you know that other people don’t see you the way you think they do?  Do you know that you exist, separate and independent of this box? Do you know that the box isn’t you at all?”

My whole life I had assumed that my illness and I were synonymous.  Everything that happened inside my head was me, so if it was bad and wrong and a mess, then I was bad and wrong and a mess.  There was no escaping from it, because everywhere I went, my entire life, I would always be me, and it was me.  And then my friend looks at me and says, as if surprised, “Why would you think that’s you?  It’s not you at all.  It’s happening in your head and it isn’t normal and you exist completely separately from it and it doesn’t have to be this way.”  It was as if he assisted my will save to disbelieve the illusions, and suddenly I could see it:  The horror I was living in was just chemicals in my brain.  It was just thoughts in my head.  And yes, depression is real in the sense that chemicals are real, and thoughts are real. And I would never want to minimize the very real effect it can have on the people who suffer with it. But it wasn’t reality.  It was a powerful illusion, but it was only an illusion, and if I could learn to think outside of that box I was trapped in, I could be free.

I could tell you about the other help I needed at that time.  I could tell you about how I needed to move, and Brandon found me an apartment.  I could tell you how I needed medical treatment (obviously), and Brandon helped me navigate resources to make that happen.  I could tell you about the time he sat with me in the ER and told me that the doctors weren’t taking me seriously, and they should be, and I needed to keep talking to people until somebody did.  But none of those things are the point of the story.

The point of the story is this: Brandon gave me the most important gift anyone has ever given me in my entire life—a gift that I am absolutely certain is the only reason I am still alive today.  It’s a gift that has made every good thing in my life possible every day since.  He gave me the gift of not feeling.  Instead of getting carried away in his own emotions when he saw what was happening to me, he gave me the gift of reflecting back to me a logic and patience that a person can only have when they keep their emotions in check.  I owe everything to that gift, so you can imagine the fury I feel toward anyone who would denigrate it.  Brandon is not a freak.  He’s also not the perfect paragon of virtue people sometimes present him as.  He is a person—flaws and all—with a very powerful gift that saved my life, and I doubt very much I am the only one.

Here’s the rest of the story: it took me a couple of years to climb out of that box.  I had professional help.  I did CBT.  I learned to retrain my brain to see the world outside of the lens of depression and anxiety.  For a long time, when a depressed thought would come into my mind, I would ask myself, “What would Brandon say about that thought?  Would he accept that as reality?”  And if I knew he wouldn’t, I would make myself reframe the thought, hammering it into shape until I found a thought about myself that I believed Brandon would accept.  I wanted so badly to live in his reality, the one he saw outside of that box.  I wanted to be able to see myself the way he saw me, as a person with a problem and not a person who was a problem. 

After a few years, I got my mental health to a place where I no longer lived in a constant emotional crisis.  At almost all times in my life since then I’ve been somewhere on the healthy part of the mental health spectrum.  Notable exceptions were during the postpartum period with both of my kids, and one year during the pandemic when I got hit with several personal crises at once.  Even then, I knew I was not the illness.  I knew I existed separately from it.  I knew I could crawl out of the box again, because it was only a box, and not the true reality I knew existed beyond it.

Here’s the thing about my friend Brandon—I owe everything to him, and I’ll never be able to pay it back.  He wouldn’t want me to.  He would be horrified if he thought I felt like I had to.  I joke about Brandon asking me for a favor when he asked me to finish Bastille for him—because that “favor” did a lot more good for me than it probably did for him.  But the truth is, if I am able, I will always do a favor for Brandon Sanderson.  Not because I feel like I have to pay him back, but because it feels so good to give literally anything back to a person who gave me so much.  (And that’s not even counting all the professional opportunities, or the fact that he talked me into dating my husband.) 

But really, I will never be able to pay this back.  Never ever.  So I do my very best to pay it forward.  When I encounter people who deal with similar issues, I do my very best to give them the gift of not feeling.  To sit with them and let them say all the scary things in their heads, and to react with genuine interest, but without emotional reaction.  I have sat with people who want to die, and done my very best to reflect back to them that I’m not afraid of their feelings, that I will of course want to make sure they are physically safe, but that I don’t think it’s scary that they have those thoughts, and that I think they are a real, whole person outside of those thoughts and those thoughts will never define them.  That skill has served me well.  I may never be a person who experiences little emotion (ha!) but I have learned to be a person who can set aside emotion when it’s necessary, and I learned that from Brandon, too.

So I am grateful for that gift.  The gift of not feeling. Because not feeling most definitely does not mean not caring.

Over the years, I have listened to a lot of opinions about my friend Brandon.  I have heard people say things with authority in both the positive and negative, things that I knew to be both true and false.  I’ve never felt the need to correct these things—he’s a public figure and people are going to see the persona and think what they want about him and it’s not my place to try to turn that ship.

But if I could tell you just one thing about my friend, it’s that he’s wonderful. Not because he writes books, and certainly not because he’s perfect, but because he’s a person, and like all people, he has unique gifts that enable him to make a difference in other people’s lives.

Bloodborn is now out in audio!

Hey all! I’m happy to announce that Bloodborn is now out in audio, which means ALL of the books in the Five Lands Trilogy are now available to audio listeners! It’s a great time to finish the series if you’re an audiobook person (and also a great time to start if you haven’t already!

(If you weren’t aware, I write under the pen name Cara Witter with my co-writers Megan Walker and Lauren Janes.)

We’re excited that Kenton and Daniella’s story is finally available in this format, and we hope you’ll give it a listen!

The Bollywood Lovers’ Club is now available!

It’s a big day, guys. The Bollywood Lovers’ Club is officially out in the world.

I met James Goldberg in graduate school back in 2008. We took a young adult fiction writing class from Chris Crowe, and James workshopped the first few chapters of a book about a Sikh girl. I fell in love with the book, but James went on to write other things, and he never finished it.

Years later, James and I were still doing writing group together, and I was still bugging him about finishing that book. It became clear to me I was more invested in the idea than he was, and I resigned myself that I would never get to read the rest of it. And then, one day, I asked if he wanted to write it with me, and James, somehow, said yes. At the time, neither of us had written a book with a co-author before, and the prospect was daunting.

This experience taught me how to write a book with another author, and was also my first experience writing about characters whose ethnicities differed from my own. I use the things I learned writing this book in every project I work on now, and I’m so, so grateful to James for the experience. James is an incredible writer, and it was a huge honor to get to write this book with him.

Most of all, though, I’m proud of the work we did. Dave and Amrita are amazing, and this book went through a lot of drafts to get all the aspects of their story lined up just right. It’s young adult, but it’s also a departure from my other work. It’s a love story, but not a romance, a story about standing at a crossroads with someone else, falling in love, and then making the choices you know are right for you. I know we did right by Dave and Amrita (finally!) and I’m SO HAPPY To be able to share them with you.

Before you can reach for your dreams, you have to choose them.

Amrita Sidhu belongs: in her Indian extended family, in her Sikh faith, in her California home. But when a family fight makes up her father’s mind to take a job across the country in Ohio, she’s torn from the fabric of her community and left to find her footing in a new high school and a new life.

In Ohio, Amrita meets Dave Gill, who’s funny, part-Indian, and also Mormon. At a series of Bollywood movie nights with friends, they begin to connect—despite the pressure they both feel not to date outside their own faith.

As Amrita stares down diverging paths for her future, she knows only one thing for certain: she can’t hold on to everything. She’ll have to choose between her relationship with Dave, her family’s good opinion of her, and her place in her own community—

And once she makes the decision, there will be no going back.

Grab your copy in hardcover, paperback, or e-book, or read for free in KU!

2020–The year in which everything was harder than I thought it would be.

I don’t usually do these year in review posts, but this year I’m going to, and it’s because it’s been, well A YEAR.  I suspect this is a year I’m going to want to look back and have some kind of record of, because living through history, while thoroughly miserable at the time, is something we’re all curious about in retrospect.  Also, because as I was reflecting about 2020 to myself, I had to admit that, while it was clearly a mire of suck that we all had to trudge through that feels like it has gone on FAR too long, for me it was also a really, all around, pretty good year.  But also a year I can sum up in one sentence: that was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

Here are the highlights.

Professionally, I had a really phenomenal year.  It didn’t feel that way going through it, because, well, every single thing I worked on this year turned out to be a lot harder than I thought it would be.  But it doesn’t change that, at the end of the year, I am in a far, far better place than I was last December. 

Last year in January my business partner Megan and I sat down and had a reckoning about how our business model was not working.  We’d been publishing our flagship series for about eight months at that point using a free first in series model, and we just weren’t seeing the read through we needed to justify our ad spend.  We weren’t making a profit, and none of the tools I had available were going to make us make a profit.  We needed to switch up our model and try something entirely different. 

Folks, when you have eight books out, making a pivot like that is not easy.  It required us to add books to our schedule, rearrange everything, change all the backlinks, redo our ad strategy…everything.  We spent months doing it.  But our new strategy (Kindle Unlimited with a free magnet book that is related to, but not in, each series) is now making us a profit.  We paid ourselves for the first time in 2020.  Sales fluctuate, but we are continuing to turn a profit now, even in the low months.  We still have a little ways to go before we will have paid back our investment, but we’ve found a model that works.  Last year around this time, I was facing a massive failure (we spent a lot of money proving that model didn’t work) and unsure if there was anything I could do that would work.  This year, I’m staring down the daunting task of learning to scale.  BUT WE HAVE SOMETHING TO SCALE!  I cannot even tell you how exciting that is.  It has taken me years and years and years to get to this point, and I’m excited about it, even if it means 2021 is going to be a whole lot of work. 

Megan and I (and our friend Lauren) also launched our epic fantasy series this year.  We put out six books in four months over the summer (including two in our rom com series), and had a week-to-week schedule that was (apparently) doable, but also a little soul-crushing.  I knew epic fantasies were harder to write than romances, but we already had them written.  What I did not expect was how much harder the production on them would be.  I knew they were *longer,* but they are only twice as long as our romances, and yet still managed to be about five times the amount of work.  The continuity was a big part of that.  There’s a lot to keep track of in a world that big, and we spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to make sure all the right things are capitalized, all the distances were calculated correctly, and how to get our characters across that river we forgot was there until we got to the galley stage and weren’t going to rewrite the chapter now.  It was, as they say, a hell of a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.  But we did it!  And those books started profiting (modestly) right out of the gate.  Megan and Lauren had been working on those books for decades, and I’ve been on board for about six years.  Having them finally published (and doing well!) is a triumph.

Because we are crazy, Megan and I ALSO thought it would be a good idea to launch our paranormal romance series this year.  We were hoping to ride a wave that might follow Midnight Sun.  If that wave exists, we did not catch it, but that’s the danger of chasing trends, I suppose.  We put out Sinking City, a book Megan wrote and I revised and I’m really, fantastically proud of.  We then started work on the sequel in November and, well, friends, it’s been a lot harder than I thought it would be.  It’s single-handedly managed to be the hardest thing either Megan or I have ever written, and we’ve written some really hard books.  It’s kicking both our asses on a regular basis.  We’ve been working on the outline for months, have produced a lot of words that won’t be in the book, and some that I dearly hope will, because this book has a deadline.  We won’t release it unless it’s good.  I’m not worried about that.  But what it’s going to do to us over the next few months trying to make it good is its own question.

I quit ghostwriting back in the spring, partly because I was pretty burned out, and partly because I couldn’t do that and launch all this other stuff and I thought taking a gamble on myself was worth the risk.  I put all the time I would have put into ghost writing into my personal projects.  I thought when I quit I had maybe four months before I would have to go back to it.  Eight months later not only have I managed to stretch this far, but I’ve also secured income which means I have another whole YEAR to get my stuff going (barring personal financial catastrophe) so that I don’t have to go back to writing other people’s stuff.  That’s something I didn’t think I could do, but I did, and I’m thrilled about it.

BUT that doesn’t mean I’m not writing in other people’s worlds.  I had some real motion on some of my not-with-Megan co-writing projects this year.  James Goldberg and I are gearing up to finally release our YA Bollywood novel, which we’ve been working on for a long, long time.  I am so excited to finally share that book with the world.  I’m really proud of what we accomplished. 

A couple years ago I was offered the opportunity to co-write the last book in Brandon Sanderson’s Alcatraz vs. the Evil Librarians series.  Brandon had written the first few chapters and run into some road blocks, and he wanted me to take his notes and his beginning and rework it and then finish it.  I was super excited about it—I’ve been a huge fan of the series since before the first book came out (on which I was a beta-reader).  I love the characters, the world, everything.  I took Brandon’s chapters and notes, re-read the series to make more notes, and then wrote the first half in about a week, then took a break of a few months and wrote the second half in another week.  I got some notes back a long while later and did another draft on it in another week.  (This is an Alcatraz tradition.  If I remember correctly, Brandon wrote the first draft of the first book in about ten days.)  The thing was a joy to work on start to finish, and remains to this day the most purely fun thing I have ever written.  The news this year is that the book is FINALLY under contract with a publisher, and has a tentative release date.  (Spring, 2022–now delayed until Fall 2022.)  Finally having something to tell people when they ask when that book is coming out feels pretty damn good.  I’m so thrilled to have been part of the series, and having a release date makes the whole thing feel a lot more real.  There have been times over the last few years when I wondered if writing that book really happened.  But it did!  And next year, you will get to read it.

The other really exciting news is that this year I was offered three tie-in “novellas” to write in Brandon’s Skyward world.  The books are directly related to the original series and follow all the side characters while the main character (Spensa) is away from them for all of book three.  The books interact with the main series in some really interesting ways, which makes them both exciting and challenging to write.  I wanted to have more time to write them, but contracts, folks, turn out that they’re a lot harder than I thought they would be, and I’m just now getting started writing book one.  (These are supposed to be done in July.  We Shall See.)  I knew these were going to be harder to write than Alcatraz, for many reasons, but friends, they are a lot harder to write than I thought they would be.  Mostly, I think, because I psych myself out too much about living up to the original series.  What I need to do is let myself write first drafts that are bad and then fix them.  And what I’ve written so far is real bad, so that’s a triumph of its own I suppose!  I’m better at fixing bad writing than I am at writing good stuff to begin with, so that’s to be expected.  It will be good before I turn it in, and if it isn’t, then I’ll get feedback and THEN make it better, long before it’s published.  These books will not see the light of day until both Brandon and I are satisfied with them.  But it’s downright terrifying, and also beyond exciting, and dealing with that maelstrom has been a hurricane and a half.  It’s a real good problem to have, though, and I’m excited to keep having it over the next six months.  (I really still think I can get it done in six months, but I’m also still grappling with the catastrophe that is the Sinking City sequels at the same time.  So.)

I think that’s about it professionally.  So on to personally.  And, oh yeah…

There was a pandemic this year, that has pretty much turned everyone’s lives upside down.  On the surface, this has affected me far less than most people.  My kids already did online school.  (Third grade and preschool this year, through K12 and Upstart.)  My husband and I already work from home.  We are used to all being on top of each other all the time.  BUT we are also used to having social support systems that became next to non-existent.  I had to quit my weekly writing group which I had continued, uninterrupted, since 2005.  We indefinitely paused our weekly roleplaying group, which had been meeting, uninterrupted, since 2005.  Both of those things, it turned out, were really good for my mental health, and not having them is . . . not.  My kids haven’t seen their friends in months, and it will be more months yet before we get to be vaccinated and the world can begin the slow slant toward normal again.  We will get there.  But when the world shut down in March, we hoped we would be there by July.

It’s possible we were right, we just were thinking of the wrong July.

There have been some really horrifically low moments, like the day I had to tell my kids they couldn’t play with their friends anymore (which I cried about and likened to being on Survivor and every week voting someone else you love off your island.)  We lost my mother-in-law in April when the shut down was tightest, and couldn’t even really have a funeral.  (Her passing was not COVID-related, but the timing made it much more difficult to grieve.  I miss her, and I probably always will.)  There was the moment back around May when my daughter earnestly asked me if things would ever go back to normal, and I sat down and explained to her what a vaccine was, and why the world probably wouldn’t go back to normal until we had one, and exactly how long that was likely to take.

But, through all of it, there have been some bright moments, too.  After that conversation, my children both started asking in their prayers for a vaccine.  They prayed and prayed and prayed for it, and you should have seen the light in their eyes when I told them that not only had a vaccine been developed faster than ever in the history of mankind, but that it was much more effective than anyone would have guessed it would be.  My kids, on the whole, have been incredibly adaptable and mature about the whole thing, and while I still hear some whining about when we’re going to be able to go to the pool again, or other such things, they do a whole lot less whining about the whole thing than I do.   When the George Floyd protests happened this summer we also had a lot of conversations about prejudice that were really good to have, and I extended those conversations outside my own house to friends and acquaintances, and with only a couple of exceptions those conversations were good and meaningful and productive.  I wish there weren’t horrible things happening in the world that necessitate those conversations, but since there are, I’ve been grateful for the opportunity to talk about them.  A harassment scandal I was involved in also got kicked up again this year, and while I did not enjoy having to deal with that whole host of emotions again, I was able to engage with it in different ways than I did last time, and that was good for me, even if it wasn’t fun.

The pandemic and its general mismanagement by governments at many levels has been horrific, and in no way am I glad it happened.  But I definitely know a lot more about epidemiology than I did in January 2020, and that’s been really interesting to learn, even if I wish it was under purely academic circumstances.  I have nothing good to say at all about the election of 2020, which was horrific on all levels, except that I am very, very glad that Donald Trump will no longer be president of the United States, and that is thankfully happening very soon.

Overall, the loss of my usual life patterns have forced me to find different ways of connecting.  Last January I built a Little Free Library and installed it in front of my house.  I was grateful for the timing when the public libraries closed in March.  It’s been a wonderful way for me to feel like I’m still a part of my community without ever actually contacting anyone.  In August I was offered the opportunity to take over as admin of my local Buy Nothing group, and that, too, has given me a way to serve my community without ever having to leave my house, and has been incredibly rewarding. 

I bought a fire pit when the weather started turning cold, so that I could see some people on occasion and still be outside where risk of COVID transmission is lower.  I was a girl scout for twelve years, but it had been decades since I’d built a fire.  It’s been so fun to teach my children fire skills, and let them roast marshmallows, and sit with friends and talk in a safer way.  I never would have done that if it wasn’t for the pandemic. 

I’m an outing mom.  I’m not great at playing on the floor, but I am great at taking my kids places and having adventures.  When everything shut down, I stared in horror at a life cooped up in the house with my kids, and I knew I had to make some changes.  We usually use the heck out of our museum passes, but with all that closed, I did some research and took my kids hiking for the first time.  Turns out we love it.  It was such a respite over the summer and in the fall to get out into the mountains where we could both avoid people and explore.  We discovered some great places, our favorite of which was Dripping Rock in Spanish Fork.  We’ll definitely keep doing that even once we can get back to the swimming pool and our museum passes, but I don’t know that I ever would have gotten over the hurdles of figuring out where to go without the desperation caused by the lockdowns. 

Our holidays are usually pretty limited—we’re kind of holiday hermits and do our little, tiny celebrations with our little, tiny group of people.  We had to be even more limited this year, which was sad, but ours weren’t impacted as much as some people’s.  On Halloween, though, we decided not to trick-or-treat, mostly because at the time Utah’s mask compliance was not at a level we were comfortable with.  Instead, I made a scavenger hunt for the kids (which is on the list of things that are Mom-extra that I would never do in a regular year), and my kids loved it. They didn’t really miss trick-or-treating.  It was my personal favorite Halloween ever.  (I told my kids we could do this instead every year and my daughter, clever as she is, announced that we should do BOTH!  So I may be paying for my ingenuity next year in added work for myself, but the memory was worth it.

As winter set in, I started losing my mind a little.  We couldn’t really go hiking anymore (though I have seriously thought about acquiring snow-shoes, I have not yet braved my anxieties about figuring THAT out) and the walls were closing in.  I was having a hard time working (not helped by the stressful nature of the work in question, as I’ve been trying to nail down the plots of not one but TWO YA fantasy-action series), and generally sliding into depression, something I hadn’t felt in MANY years.  I’m used to losing my mind a little after I have a baby, but general winter depression was different.  I remarked to a friend that it felt like we were all squirrels who arrived at the winter with empty trees.  This year, friends, was obviously harder than we thought it would be.  My reserves were gone.

As fate would have it, that was also around the time that my friend Brandon released book four in his Stormlight Archive.  Folks, I love those books.  When book three came out I was knee deep in prep to put out both The Extra Series and the Five Lands Saga, and I just couldn’t commit to a book that big.  I was sad about it then, and extra sad that yet ANOTHER book was coming out and I couldn’t read it.  It had been long enough that I needed to start back at the beginning of the series, and that is a LOT of words that I didn’t have time for.

I was tired of being sad about things, so I decided I was going to read the books one chapter a day.  It will probably take me more than a year.  I’ve been at it for months and I haven’t finished book one yet, though I am getting close.  It has been SO FUN to reread The Way of Kings.  I’m catching all kinds of things on this read that I didn’t catch on the first time through, before I knew generally where the series was going.  I’ve been discussing with my husband as I read, because he remembers much better than I do, but there are all kinds of discoveries I’m making that he had also forgotten.  It’s a little spark in the dreary winter, and I’m so incredibly grateful for it.

It wasn’t quite enough to shake me out of my funk, and nothing gets me excited like a project.  I was a couple weeks into my read-through when I desperately wanted to make dolls of the characters.  Megan and I have dolls for all our characters, and we pre-write by roleplaying with them.  We have way too much fun, but I’d also always admired the doll designers who make one-of-a-kinds that aren’t supposed to be played with, which is a whole other skill set.  This would require more time and money than I had to devote to such a thing, but it quickly became apparent that if I didn’t do something to engage my creative brain, it was going to be a very terrible winter indeed, so I found the resources anyway.  Making those dolls presents a challenge that keeps my brain always going, and it’s been enormously helpful in relieving the depression, which is now almost entirely gone.  I’ve made four dolls with two more almost finished and another six acquired and waiting in my queue, and even more ideas after that.  It’s huge and ambitious and not exactly what I would have prescribed for myself in the middle of huge ambitious writing projects and a world-wide pandemic, but I’ll take the medicine where I can find it, I suppose.

Sinking City is now available!

I’ve been slow to update this site, but I wanted to make sure you all knew that my new YA urban fantasy series with Megan Walker is now available. Sinking City is now available, and we’re hard at work on the sequels, Drowning City and Rising City, which will come out later this year.

Sinking City is the story of Zan, son of the head of a magical mafia in Venice. And check out our cover quote from Brandon Sanderson!

Sinking City can be purchased on Amazon in e-book and paperback, and is also free to read in Kindle Unlimited! I hope you enjoy this new series!