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Susan Pamela Eunice Emilson is a typical 13-year-old girl.  She likes to play the flute and hanging out with her friends, hates Math, loves pizza, and enjoys watching television when she has the time.  She insists that the TV show C.S.I. does not give her nightmares, although the sight of a needle in real life makes her want to throw up.  A normal girl doing normal things…except for those 80 page hand-written novels she produces on a regular basis.



            Emilson started writing when she was four years old, starting off with song writing and plays.  Her latest play, “A Mother’s Life”, was scheduled to perform at her own Junior High School when Emilson’s friend, a major character, had to back out.  Instead, the play was performed with characters played by stuffed animals and her little sister for a captivated audience of four…Emilson’s parents and grandparents.  “We did it for my Mom’s birthday.  I think she really enjoyed it.”  She gives me a shy smile, seeming a child one moment and an old soul the next.

            “Words are powerful,” she says solemnly.

            And words are what Emilson has to spare for her passion, which is writing mysteries in long fiction.  Her stories are filled with people with exotic names and littered with realistic dialogue.  “I’d like to make a career out of writing stories,” she says, “but even if I didn’t make any money at it, I’d still do it on the side.  And maybe own a farm with all types of animals.”  She makes a squeamish face.  “Not cows, though.”

            For a challenge, her father commissioned her to write a short story for a summer project.  “I made one but it was really hard.  There wasn’t enough space to give the characters time to develop and I didn’t like being restricted to only writing about one scene.”  Longer is equated with better in Emilson’s first experiences with publishing.  An E-Zine approved one of Emilson’s stories, Five In An Unknown World, on the condition that it is extended eight more chapters.  She promptly complied by not only meeting their expectations, but also writing 13 extra chapters.

            Emilson credits her little sister, Charissa, for being a motivation to keep the stories coming.  “She’ll always ask to read what I’m working on and then she’ll beg to know what happens next.  I have to keep going so she’ll leave me alone!”  She sighs.   Then she adds quickly and modestly, “My mom tells me I have a great gift.”

            When asked to list the special gifts of an outstanding kid, Emilson says, “Kind and patient.  Having a sense of humour makes you interesting.”  How would others describe Emilson?  “Nice, I hope.”  She thinks for a minute, “Maybe the boys wouldn’t say that.”

            Besides all that writing practice Emilson still likes to keep her skills sharp.  “I like to read a good author.  I find that I learn how to write from analyzing how the author puts the story together and the ideas that he or she may have.  I also like to think about things I might have changed or added to make it even a better story.”

            Emilson’s advice to wanna-be writers is to stay with it.  “I find that the story or the character gets really stale if I don’t write something on it everyday.  If I don’t work at the story constantly, I find it really hard to finish it.  I have a lot of uncompleted stuff.”

            But with more than a dozen completed stories and plays under her belt, Emilson seems well on her way.  A warning to all editors:  be on the watch for a rising star – goes by the name of Susan Emilson.

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So I’m up about 135 words over where I’d ideally like to be, good news.  Also, settling into the rhythm of writing a little something every day, also good news.  What is it, three weeks to build a habit?  Almost there.

There has been an abnormal amount of hits on some old “I didn’t get into the televised 3-Day novel contest” blogs of mine lately.  I should go check out the site, see if they are going to run the show they taped and didn’t air.  Interesting reality shows are when you possibly could know or have met the actual people.  Real people.  Canadians, in other words.

Other reality shows are always interesting, too.  I must admit I’m a bit of an addict, especially to ones where some type of challenge is involved like “Survivor” or “The Biggest Loser” (which is me for watching too much tv and not writing more).

Okay, I wrote.  Tonight, at least.  I’m good.

Not a loser.

Not really.

Not much?

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Tricky day today.  Will be trickier tomorrow when the real test starts, i.e. I return to work.

I have a few ideas to combat this:

1. I will take my journal with me on the train.  The best thoughts are always those that you have no paper available to write them down.

2. I will put writing first.  Above laundry and recycling, making meals and Rock Band.  This is important.  I  am important!

Em is already planning my time off of work when the book sells.  She is planning for me to stay home all day and have a snack ready for her after school.  I should have named her June.

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As I’m approaching B-day (b for book, of course), I’m getting a taste of what will go wrong when writing during the next year.  Here’s some thoughts I’ve had of this subject so far:

1.   I’ll die and not finish.

2.  I’ll get sick and get behind and not feel like finishing.

3.  I’ll get discouraged.

4.  I’ll feel ‘why should I?’ and ‘who cares?’ and ‘what for?’.

5.  I’ll get bored.

6.  It’ll suck and I’ll have wasted this time for nothing.

7.  Everyone else will be having fun while I’m writing.

8.  Everyone else is better at this.

9.  When I’m rich, everyone will just want to like me for all the money I made from writing. (Pendulum swings…)

10. I won’t have anything left to say after I’m done.

On a more positive note, my family saw a great musical at Disneyworld this November “Finding Nemo”.  ‘Just Keep Swmming’ my just have to be the mantra for this book.  One year seems like a long time now – I’ll have to trust it won’t be.

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I admit it.   I’m a published writer who’s not really published.  At least not according to many people.  Never mind that I was nominated into the shortlist for the top 50 short fiction writers worldwide, or that I’m in not one, not two, but three journals of the tangible paper variety, that I’ve been a semi-finalist for a contest to appear on a television show that features writers, not once but twice (see also ‘always a bridesmaid’), nevermind that I had to apply and be interviewed for my short story university class taught by one of Canad’as top playrights, or that this experience springboarded into a writer’s class with the Saskatchewan Writer’s Guild(this was my teacher).  Oh no.  I know not what I do.  I am not really published.

Here are the qualifications of being published (as far as I can tell):  To be really published you must:

  • get paid for your work.  This is always the number one priority regardless of what people ask about.  Also, the more money you make for your work, the more published you are.
  • have something that people can hold or buy, i.e. must be on paper.  This, for me, is most common question.  My answer usually makes point number one (above) irrevelant, but you know people still want to ask.  The majority of my work is published (yes, published) online journals, or E-zines (see Vanity bar to the right) without payment.  This is not easy!  I believe that the perception is that online material is junk, not one reads it, or that it’s just some computer geek’s version of a garage band – anyone can join.  Uh, no.  I’d explain more but if you don’t get it, you won’t get it.
  • someone has heard of your name or knows of your work, i.e. if you might happen to be either John Grisham or Stephen King in disguise.  Yeah, Nora Roberts is my pen name and I go to work as a receptionist riding downtown on the stinky train everyday for kicks.  You know, staying in touch with the common people.  Whatever.  No really, you don’t believe my name is Danielle Steel?  It is!  Gaa.

There is one definition for being a writer.  You write. 

There is one definition for being published.  Your written work is available to the public.  See also graffiti artists.

Huh.  Who knew?  I’m really published after all.  Now, where’d I put my purple spraypaint?

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Without his presense, it would seem that all of hell would disappear. – C. no.X

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