Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Lisa Unger has "The Disease"!

You would think that with best-selling thrillers published in over 26 countries around the world, a new book coming out today, and a gorgeous family Lisa Unger would be footloose and fancy free. But, that's not the case. She has a problem, a disease. And she's here today to share it with us. Please welcome guest blogger and best-selling author, Lisa Unger!

The desire to write is a disease, a congenital condition. Writers are born with the germ. We don’t contract it later on. Hopefully we discover what’s wrong with us early, otherwise perhaps we wind up institutionalized rather than published. I am sure there’s a cure -- a traditional education, a 9-5 job, or an angst-free childhood. Any or all of these things, and myriad others, can drain the urge, freeze the words before they reach the page. But the germ remains, dormant, waiting for the right conditions to start to grow.

I don’t remember a time before I defined myself as a writer. I found a shelter in books as an early, avid reader. I went there, into Story, as often as possible, made a home there, when the real world wasn’t very comfortable or very friendly. I don’t remember the moment where I realized that I could build that place, not just visit what another had created. But there must have been that moment. There are reams of paper, filled with childish hand … bad poetry, maudlin short stories, fantastical plays, rambling essays. Later I wrote newspaper articles for school papers, then real ones. I remember my first byline for The Riverdale Press. I wrote about a Seder dinner for Russian immigrants at the local Jewish Center. I bought the paper at a real newsstand and floated around looking at my name during my commute to work. I would have written about anything, and did – little league games, local parades, shower shock (don’t ask.) All I have ever wanted to do was write.

But, of course, I have done many other things, the usual – babysitter, waitress, retail sales girl. After college, certain that I could never make a living as a writer, or just lacking the nerve, the confidence, the financial backing – I went into publishing. And I worked in the industry for nearly ten years – a closet writer, stealing time, working on subway trains, over bad take-out lunches, on weekends, in the wee hours of the morning and late into the night. But there were months where I didn’t write a word (remember what I said about that 9-5 job?). I remember feeling an unhappy agitation during those times, a vital part of myself neglected, abandoned, laying fallow. And then -- epiphany. The dream was drifting. I was letting it go. I knew I’d look back and hate myself for never even trying to make it, never trying to write what I really wanted to write.

So I did what a writer must, I gave up the romance of it all, got serious about the craft, the hours, the tenacity it takes to tell a story – a real story with a beginning, a middle and an end, populated by people who live and breathe. I did exactly what I now tell people they must if they want to be a writer – I wrote. Every day. Every day until someone said they’d buy my work for a nickel and a cheese sandwich. And then I wrote more, worked harder.

Now I am a full time writer, in other words a chronic sufferer, fully immersed in the
symptoms of my condition. But this is where romance ends, because the writing life, the act of creating and publishing, making a living creatively, requires the same effort and discipline it takes to make a living doing anything. I write in the mornings, my golden hours from 5 AM to Noon. I don’t wait for the muse, or fuss over whether conditions are right. (I am a mother, so conditions for writing are almost never right.) I have no rituals or special needs (caffeine helps, though). I am just present, working, until I’m flying. The process for me is equal parts work and magic. There is a craft, a thing that I practice and hone. But there is something more gauzy, indefinable, something that doesn’t always come when its called, a freedom, a flight, a loss of self, where the pages click by and characters speak and you disappear into the world you’re creating. But if this doesn’t come, the real writer still writes. She must.

Often, at booksignings and speaking engagements, I speak with aspiring writers, eager to be published. They ask me about agents and advances, copyrights and publicists, copies sold and bestseller lists. I give them the few answers I have, and tell them what I know to be true -- that none of those things matter. Writers write because we have to; we are compelled by our disease. We write long before we’re published, and we will write if we never publish another word. Publishing is incidental, something we seek as we write every day, trying to get better than we were the day before. I tell them that getting published takes a little bit of ability, a little bit of luck, and sheer, never-say-die tenacity. There’s really nothing more to it.

Many people look disappointed, suspicious, as though I have a secret, some shortcut to success, that I will not share. I don’t. I live my own advice. If there’s another way to be a working, published writer, I don’t know it. But I always know the real writer, the fellow patient, suffering the disease that wants no cure. She’s sitting in the back of the room, clutching a notebook, too shy to raise her hand. She’s listening and observing. And she’s writing down every word she hears.

Lisa Unger is a New York Times, USA Today and international bestselling author of literary thrillers. Her writing has been hailed as "masterful" (St. Petersburg Times), "sensational" (Publishers Weekly) and "sophisticated" (New York Daily News) with "gripping narrative and evocative, muscular prose" (Associated Press). Her novels have been published in over 26 countries around the world. Her latest novel DIE FOR YOU is available today, June 2, 2009.

BUT WAIT!! You can win a copy right here. Lisa has graciously donated a SIGNED copy of DIE FOR YOU to one lucky winner from my blog. To be entered in the drawing for this awesome book, simply send me an email - forbyone(at)yahoo(dot)com - with Lisa Unger in the subject line and your name and mailing address in the message. If you Tweet about this giveaway (include @jenforbus in your tweet and give me the link in your email), I'll put two more entries in for you. Don't tweet? Don't worry! Send an email to at least five friends telling them about the giveaway - cc: me on the email. I will take all entries through June 10th, so don't delay. Get your entry in TODAY! (U.S. and Canadian mailing addresses only please.)

For more information on Lisa and her writing, visit her at http://www.lisaunger.com/ .


Bec June 2, 2009 at 8:09 AM  

It's great to read about other writers. I can relate to the 'unhappy agitation' - I feel like that during school holidays, even if I'm just agitated about a paragraph that needs tweaking!

Sadly I can't enter the comp as I'm in the UK, but I'll check out Lisa's books next time I'm in my local bookshop.

Kristi Runser June 7, 2009 at 9:27 AM  

Wow! Very interesting stuff! So cool to learn more about the writers!


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