Stories and Secrets: February 2008
I wrote my first novel at 14 when a junior high classmate ran away from home. After school, my best friend and I hopped on our bikes and scoured the suburban neighborhood, calling the girl's name and looking in her usual haunts. Although we came up empty in our search, the girl eventually showed up safe and sound. But it was that event that ignited in me an idea for a "What if?" story that eventually grew to be my first novel-length work.
I wrote that first draft in longhand -- despite having some of the worst handwriting to ever spring from the Scottish education system -- and became so enamored of the possibilities that I begged my parents for a portable manual typewriter for Christmas. With the typewriter in my eager little hands, I began the second draft of the novel that I titled, He Climbed A Crooked Ladder. The story was set in Baltimore-- a city I had never been to, so all the descriptions were of my local non-Baltimore neighborhood; the protagonist drove a car, even though I didn't have a driver's license; and it featured a rather interesting sex scene even though I was a virgin.
I finished the novel to my satisfaction sometime in high school (a third draft was written on a fancy new electric typewriter) and it has rested in a dusty box ever since. No one has ever read the finished script, but it taught me one of the most important lessons of bring a writer: I could turn an idea into a whole, novel-length story. Sure, the writing may not have been any good and the plot was probably a meandering mess, but I proved to myself that I could stick at a story and work through it until it was complete.
After that, I turned my attention to poetry (as being around pretty girls at school all day has a tendency to do) and published dozens of horrible ones in the school newspaper. This was also a very valuable lesson. Being published, even in such a small arena, meant people could read my work and offer their opinion. As you can imagine, some people (the closeted poets and lovers of secret diaries) thought I was incredibly brave, while others mocked and laughed at me to no end. Being able to accept this criticism for what it was is something every writer needs. It builds our armor for the future and strengthens our resolve to succeed.
Resolve, determination and pure pigheaded stubbornness was something I would soon discover I needed by the semitruckful.
-- Grant McKenzie
http://grantmckenzie.net
SWITCH
How far would you go to save the ones you love?
Bantam Transworld UK
Coming: November 3, 2008
Any author would love to debut like David Hewson. His first novel, SEMANA SANTA, set in Holy Week Spain,
Hewson was turned down by every literary agent in the United Kingdom -- without even reading his manuscript.
He eventually got his agent through a referral even though her agency had already rejected his query. When she called him to discuss his novel, "I neglected to mention this."
Hewson was on assignment in California when The Call came that he'd sold his first book. "To be honest, life was very hectic back then and it took a while to sink in. I'd kind of given up on the book in some ways."
I wrote my first novel at 14 when a junior high classmate ran away from home. After school, my best friend and I hopped on our bikes and scoured the suburban neighborhood, calling the girl's name and looking in her usual haunts. Although we came up empty in our search, the girl eventually showed up safe and sound. But it was that event that ignited in me an idea for a "What if?" story that eventually grew to be my first novel-length work.
I wrote that first draft in longhand -- despite having some of the worst handwriting to ever spring from the Scottish education system -- and became so enamored of the possibilities that I begged my parents for a portable manual typewriter for Christmas. With the typewriter in my eager little hands, I began the second draft of the novel that I titled, He Climbed A Crooked Ladder. The story was set in Baltimore-- a city I had never been to, so all the descriptions were of my local non-Baltimore neighborhood; the protagonist drove a car, even though I didn't have a driver's license; and it featured a rather interesting sex scene even though I was a virgin.
I finished the novel to my satisfaction sometime in high school (a third draft was written on a fancy new electric typewriter) and it has rested in a dusty box ever since. No one has ever read the finished script, but it taught me one of the most important lessons of bring a writer: I could turn an idea into a whole, novel-length story. Sure, the writing may not have been any good and the plot was probably a meandering mess, but I proved to myself that I could stick at a story and work through it until it was complete.
After that, I turned my attention to poetry (as being around pretty girls at school all day has a tendency to do) and published dozens of horrible ones in the school newspaper. This was also a very valuable lesson. Being published, even in such a small arena, meant people could read my work and offer their opinion. As you can imagine, some people (the closeted poets and lovers of secret diaries) thought I was incredibly brave, while others mocked and laughed at me to no end. Being able to accept this criticism for what it was is something every writer needs. It builds our armor for the future and strengthens our resolve to succeed.
Resolve, determination and pure pigheaded stubbornness was something I would soon discover I needed by the semitruckful.
-- Grant McKenzie
http://grantmckenzie.net
SWITCH
How far would you go to save the ones you love?
Bantam Transworld UK
Coming: November 3, 2008
Any author would love to debut like David Hewson. His first novel, SEMANA SANTA, set in Holy Week Spain,
Hewson was turned down by every literary agent in the United Kingdom -- without even reading his manuscript.
He eventually got his agent through a referral even though her agency had already rejected his query. When she called him to discuss his novel, "I neglected to mention this."
Hewson was on assignment in California when The Call came that he'd sold his first book. "To be honest, life was very hectic back then and it took a while to sink in. I'd kind of given up on the book in some ways."

