Meet Doubt and More Doubt- My Muse Killers

Rejected Pages!
What’s it like to write a novel? For me it’s a lot like being in labor. I’m nervous, excited, tense, happy- and that’s just the first half hour.
By the end, I’m cursing at everyone within two feet (unless they’ve showed up with pain meds), and wondering why I ever thought this was a good idea. Then after the novel is published, the pain and suffering become a distant memory and before I know it, I’m pregnant again.
To date I’ve had three babies and eight books and lived to talk about all of them. What’s ahead? No more babies unless Medicare pays my medical. But write more books? Never too old for that and thank God! I love the process, even when those nasty twins, Doubt and More Doubt, sit on my shoulders and try to drive the train.
I’m sharing this because I’m back to square one. I’ve just started a new novel and feel as giddy as if I just started dating someone I really like (Doubt: You’ve been married to the same guy for over 30 years. How much do you actually remember about dating? More Doubt: Yeah. Your memory is so bad, you can’t recall where you left your cell phone an hour ago. Doubt: Plus,you’re mixing metaphors! More Doubt: Yeah. Readers hate that!)
I’m at that fun stage where I get so excited thinking about spending time together, I dream about the adventures ahead, and can’t wait for everyone to meet my new love (Doubt: You call it fun working six hours straight without a break? More Doubt: Nice of you to forget that there’s laundry to be done and kids to feed).
Of course I’m nervous. I’ve been down this road before where I was so sure that this was my best story idea ever, then suddenly I lose interest or discover it’s not what it was cracked up to be (Doubt: Of course you quit. Some of your ideas are just dumb. More Doubt: Are you familiar with the terms unoriginal, hackneyed and Jodi-Piccoult-already-went-there?)
But with this new novel, I know I am on to something special because I am at that magical page 70 where I have heard the natal heartbeat. This means that the characters are so funny and real to me that they’ve taken over, and my job is to keep my butt in the chair and become the designated typist. I created the characters, yes, gave them their share of demons and dreams, but now they’re telling the story in a way that I couldn’t envision in the outline. They understand their journey and are taking me down paths that are blowing me away (Doubt: Actually, I’ve read it and it’s amazing. Maybe the best thing she’s ever written. More Doubt: I do love her mother-daughter sagas, sniff. They get to me every time).
This doesn’t mean that every day is bliss. My early/gentle readers pointed out some huge red flags (thank you Ellen Meister and Christine O’Hagan) and so far I have filled up an entire garbage bag with reject pages, just to get through the proposal and the first six chapters. When I write, I re-write and re-write again, so if you step foot into my office, you’ll ski across (Doubt: Great. She writes a book and we lose two trees in Oregon. More Doubt: Oh shut up, you think greatness happens overnight?).
In case you are curious, here is a first look at BEAT IT!:
In this quirky but empowering tale, a restless young mother who aspired to be a drummer/rockstar, travels to New Jersey to audition for Bon Jovi. Though she doesn’t get the gig, she never returns home. Seventeen years later, she finally strikes it rich with a hit record, giving her hope that her now grown children will welcome her back. Perhaps she shouldn’t have mentioned that she asked a documentary filmmaker to chronicle a family reunion, and that her affair with him was the real reason she left.
Told in a honest, heartbreakingly funny voice, this “bookumentary” about the imperfect boundaries of motherhood, weaves a rich narrative with documentary-style scenes, vis-à-vis the TV hit, “The Office.”

I asked Carleen to share her thoughts and answer some fun questions. Here is what she said.
Yesterday our daughter, the middle child ,celebrated her 21st birthday. We reminisced over breakfast at the diner about her early baby days (OMG was she cute!) and about how I went into labor while shopping at the late Fortunoffs for a new patio set. A few hours later, I had a beautiful daughter and a nice new lawn set with a free umbrella. A good day indeed!










