NaNoWriMo kick-off surprise: Fried Pickles, the cover.

November 1st, 2010

To kick off this, the first day of NaNoWriMo, I would like to reveal the cover (designed, of course, by the one and only Toni Tesori of Duolit Publishing) of my NaNo novel, Fried Pickles.

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What do you guys think? (And yes, I realize the pickles aren’t fried, but you wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to get a good picture of fried pickles…)

Later days,

- Shannon

And then the panic sets in.

October 31st, 2010

It’s appropriate that today is Halloween because I feel terrified.

But the source of my terror is not witches, goblins or extra calories from sugary candy–it’s NaNoWriMo. The kick off is tomorrow and somehow I already feel behind. The weeks of plotting and planning I’ve done suddenly seem equal to training for a marathon by walking back and forth to the kitchen a couple of times.

I’m trying to calm my nerves by getting all of my usual excuses and chores put to bed. I did my grocery shopping (even though I abhor going to Wal-Mart on a Sunday), did the laundry, started prematurely packing the Halloween decorations and I’m planning to do a little cleaning before the day is out.

But my main concern is all the distractions offered by the Internet. I thought about blocking a few sites where I seem to spend the most time (i.e. Facebook, Twitter, celebrity gossip blogs and my fantasy football website) but the list started getting out of control. At this point I may as well turn off the WiFi on my laptop. But then how will I keep up with all my fellow NaNo-ers? What if somebody sends me a super important e-mail? What if another Hollywood couple breaks up and I’m the last to know? I can’t go Internet-less for a month.

I need an egg timer. I could just set it for 10 minutes and surf my heart out, then when that buzzer goes off it’s back to work. That seems like an okay solution, right? Until I start doing that every half hour. My writing hours are very limited as it is between work and basic needs (i.e. food, water and sleep). No, I must be strong. Writing is more important. I will survive.

I had hoped to have my new office set up by now, but unfortunately that hinges on my parents moving into their new condo which VyStar seems hell bent on postponing until the end of time. My old office (a.k.a. the walk-in closet in my guest room) has been overtaken by miscellaneous items like vacuum cleaners and winter blankets (why do I have winter blankets? I live in Florida!) that never seem to fit anywhere else. Ugh, I might have to unplug my TV.

The good news is, I did pick up some essentials at the store for surviving NaNo. I’ve got about 2lbs. of Tootsie Rolls (satisfies the chocolate cravings, gives you a little sugar/caffeine boost and the chewing will keep the brain going), EasyMac (mix in a cut-up hot dog and you’ve got a full meal in under 4 minutes–it’s a college staple) and Mountain Dew for when I need an extra kick. I also grabbed a one subject notebook for scratching out a few ideas when the blinking cursor starts to make my eye twitch.

But you know what the best thing about NaNoWriMo is? You know that no matter how terrified you are, there are hundreds of thousands of people around the world feeling the same way. You can’t beat the camaraderie of this event! And on that note, I wish all of my fellow NaNo participants the best of luck in this year’s competition, because ready or not…

…here it comes!

Later days,

- Shannon

You can’t write a book called Fried Pickles without frying a few pickles.

October 27th, 2010

Frying PicklesWith less than a week standing between me and what will likely be my mental undoing (known in most circles as NaNoWriMo) I decided to take a break from plotting and planning to do a little research for my project.

I had to fry some pickles.

Last week I mentioned that I’d decided to name my NaNo novel “Fried Pickles” but I didn’t elaborate on the plot behind it. Essentially the story is about a dysfunctional family (it’s similar in that respect to my first novel) with four half-siblings whose very separate lives collide when their father passes away. The central theme of the story is forgiveness, because each of the siblings has an unresolved issue of forgiveness that’s preventing them from having good relationships in their lives.

So what does this have to do with fried pickles?

Well, the father in the story (his name is Hank) owns a bar on a little island off the Florida panhandle. The island is a resort haven stacked with multi-million dollar mansions except for the disheveled cinder block building known as the Sandbar. It’s only survived on the wealthy island for so long because of the one and only food item on the menu: fried pickles. It’s a top secret family recipe and Hank’s youngest daughter, Harper June, is determined to keep the bar and the fried pickle recipe alive.

The Frying Pickles ProcessNow, I happen to love fried pickles. I am half-Alabamian, so it’s in my blood. But while I’ve consumed copious amounts of fried pickles in my life, I’ve never actually made them myself. So I figured before I write about it in my book, I needed to actually experience what it’s like to fry pickles.

I called in reinforcements as soon as I decided to fry pickles. My cooking skills start with ramen noodles and end with grilled cheese, so frying anything is way–WAY–beyond my meager abilities. Toni agreed to help me (mostly because I went on and on about fried pickles until she wanted some so bad she couldn’t stand it).

We searched recipes and originally planned to make two different kinds (beer batter and a cornmeal breading) but the beer batter variety was so good there was no way anything else could be better. Also, our recipe made a TON of batter so we felt like we had to use it up. Toni’s job was making the batter, dipping the pickles and adding them to the oil. My job was patting the pickles down (a very delicate, important part of the process) so that the batter would stick better. I also got to flip the pickles in the fryer and pull them out when they were done (side note: this is the best job to have in the process because it means you get first dibs on the fresh, hot pickles).

Beer Goes With Frying PicklesAlso, both of our jobs included drinking beer.

It was a fun night and the pickles were amazing. I probably could have used my imagination to conjure up what it’s like to fry pickles, but now I know for certain and I can incorporate that into my novel. What’s the joy of writing is you don’t have a little fun with it?

My recommendation to all my fellow NaNo writers is that you take a break this weekend and do something really fun, whether it’s related to your book or not. Celebrate Halloween, indulge on some candy and kick back.

Because come Monday, it’s alll over…

:-)

Later days,

- Shannon