TIGER DRIVE Has Landed!


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Tiger Drive Has Landed


TIGER DRIVE Has Landed!


It’s official! TIGER DRIVE has landed. Landed as in there is an:

  • Official book trailer
  • Official book landing page
  • Official cover (you’re in for a surprise)
  • Official book description (this about killed me)
  • Official release date
  • Official pre-order date
  • Official pre-order gift cards (just in time for the holidays)
  • Official (signed) book labels

I have to admit that all of the “official”-s above are making me feel like an official author, which reminds me of a cherished memory. Continue reading

Tiger Drive Is Everywhere!


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Tiger Drive Is Everywhere!


Dear Friend,

I promise I won’t turn every newsletter solely into an update about Tiger Drive (the novel), but can we talk about Tiger Drive the drive?

I grew up in the Safari Trailer Park on Tiger Drive in Carson City, Nevada, from 1978 to 1986 (I left home when I was fifteen and would graduate from high school in 1989). I liked living there before I hit my wise teen years. There were always kids to play with and large fields to take long walks in with my dog. The trailer park was across the street from the movie theater and a drug store where I could get a ten-cent ice cream cone and candy for ten cents a box. I ran, played, and shopped unsupervised (most of the time).

My family wasn’t perfect, but they were my family. Our trailer wasn’t perfect, but it was our trailer and home. So because there is so much nostalgia and because so much of “me” came out of my years on Tiger Drive, when I sat down to write a novel, the simplicity and punch of TIGER DRIVE as a title felt like a no-brainer to use for my novel. It felt “right”–a very important gut-level benchmark for authors to spring from.

But the thing is, what happened on Tiger Drive the drive is not what happens in Tiger Drive the novel. In the novel, I use the trailer that I grew up in because the smells and sounds are ingrained in my memory and therefore, easier to convey in writing. Tiger Drive the novel is about a family that needs to confront the truths about their lives and each other in order to move forward and to pursue their ideals–but you’ll have to read the novel to see who does and doesn’t succeed. But as for the drive itself, the story is not about the trailer park. The novel has nothing to do with Tiger Drive the drive.

When I first started writing Tiger Drive, I made a promise to the universe: I would not tell anyone’s truths or cause any harm with my words. If I ran into blurred boundaries, I’d talk to the source and check their comfort level and get their blessing.

So when I found out that Tiger Drive in Carson City was a private drive and owned by the owners of the Safari Trailer Park, I called them to see how they felt about me using Tiger Drive as a title and to tell them about the Tiger Drive Scholarship.

It turns out they are the same owners who owned the park when I lived there and get this, the park manager who is now over ninety-years-old is still the manager!

After I introduced myself, the owner asked, “So did you live on Tiger Drive at some point?”

I said, “Yes, in the 1980s.”

She said, “So you survived.”

The owner told me about the lengths they’ve taken since the 1980s to improve the reputation and image of the park and to make families feel welcome. With pride, she said the school bus is packed with residents of Tiger Drive. I told her about the scholarship (she was thrilled to learn about it) and about my novel (not so thrilled). These owners are nice people who don’t want the stigma of a fictional and dysfunctional family to send the wrong message about what the real drive has to offer, and they don’t want anyone who lives there to be stereotyped by the flawed characters in my novel.

I absolutely agree with them. So we talked it over and reached a comfortable agreement. In the United States, there are hundreds of Tiger Drives. The closest one to me today is in Newfield, New York.

Subscribers often send me photos of Tiger Drive when they see one:

Here’s one Jack sent in Lockport, Illinois:

Tiger Drive Lockport IL
And Sue from St. Louis, Missouri, sent me this note: “Our high school mascot is a tiger, and there’s a road sign that says Tiger Drive.”
tiger drive mascot

 

So the owner and I agreed: they don’t own “Tiger Drive” but to reference Tiger Drive in Carson City, Nevada, is too specific and as the book is fiction, it’s also unnecessary. So our easy solution: make up a town or city in Northern Nevada. Northern Nevada is important to the story, but Carson City is not (though I have many friends who liked the idea of their home town being in a book). But the owner likes that there is a Tiger Drive Scholarship that gives special consideration to the residents of her Tiger Drive. She has high hopes for them. Before we hung up, she said, “You’re doing a great thing, and I want to read your novel.”

So, my dear subscriber, if you’d like to help me make up a name for a fictitious city in Northern Nevada with a population under 100,000 people, send me an email with your idea 🙂

What are you up to this week?

Happy Thursday and thank you for being you.

Teri

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What Makes You Laugh?


It’s Fall and time to for a laugh

Dear Friend,

One of my subscribers often snail mails me comics and cartoons. I just received a new batch from him the other day. The giggles were timely and much needed as the leaves begin to fall and summer comes to a close. So I’m paying the laughter forward: Continue reading

F*ck It!


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F*ck It!


Dear Friend,

 

Exciting things are happening with Tiger Drive. Exciting things as in after several years of writing and editing, I am close to announcing Tiger Drive‘s release date.

I know, crazy right?

But first, WTF is up with my newsletter title?

Well, a few things.

I’ve decided to publish my novel and not pursue a traditional publisher for a variety of reasons, the most significant being,

  1. The resources that were once exclusive to traditional publishers are now available to anyone who is willing to invest in their work (in particular: editors, cover artists, lawyers, marketers, layout designers, and more),
  2. Using an agent and a traditional publisher could mean Tiger Drive might not be published for another year or more,
  3. I would most likely forfeit my rights to Tiger Drive for the rest of my life plus seventy years which means I’d have to get permission on how I market Tiger Drive, would have little insight on what is working and what isn’t working, and if the publisher decides they only want to print 1,000 copies and nothing more, I would have to get a lawyer to try to buy back my rights to do another print-run.

So I decided (with the support of my peers in three creative groups) in a very unusual Teri fashion, F*ck it. I’ll publish on my own.

What this means is things need to start happening, um, yesterday.Tiger Drive is currently in the hands of a copy editor. This week I’m finalizing the back of book description with the help of other authors and the Tiger Drive Squad, and next week, professional designers will start drafting the cover. I’m going to be honest, choosing the right cover and back of book description are more intimidating than writing the novel. Did you know (and I will try not to hyperventilate while I type this) that a book cover only gets 0.2 seconds to convey the genre and attract a reader’s attention? Point two seconds! It took me three seconds to type “point two seconds.”

Exactly!

But F*ck it! I have a team–a professional team–helping me get the cover and description right.Also, Tiger Drive is in the hand of an editor as I type. If I used a traditional publisher, I was going to face a problem that is now no longer a problem: use of the F-word.

Drug dealing, biker gang WJ in Tiger Drive can now be a realistic character and say f*ck as much as he wants. I rarely swear or use the F-word, but as I was writing Tiger Drive, WJ kept dropping F-bombs all over the place like F-ing cigarette butts. No kidding, during the first draft I was so embarrassed by WJ’s potty mouth, I said out loud, “You can’t write that. He can’t keep saying that!”

But F*ck it! A drug dealer, biker gang member like WJ would swear. So I let him.

However, now is a good time to share that many readers frown upon foul language in a book, and it’s possible you might be one of them, and for that, I’m sorry. In fact, using the F-word guarantees at least one negative review on Amazon and Goodreads. So I searched how many times WJ says it in Tiger Drive:

f*ck it

108 times?! WJ gets an “F” for language! But WJ won’t give a fig about an F grade. He’s got other problems to deal with.

Anyway, enough about me. What’s going on in your world?

As always thanks for being you,

Teri

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Dear Me by Teri Case


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Dear Me TFBY


Dear Me@13,

It’s August, and you’re a thirteen-going-on-fourteen-year-old girl who is super excited to start the 8th grade at Carson Junior High School. This week, you’ll go back-to-school shopping at Contempo Casuals in Meadowood Mall with not only the babysitting money you saved all summer but with a bonus $100 that your dad gave you from his “big win” at the casino the night before. You’re going to buy black Jellies pumps that will kill your feet, a pair of Guess jeans, and those awful cotton versatile white overalls that will get stretched out and stained and look horrible on you, but I’m not writing to warn you about your fashion choices. You’re going to love those purchases, and you’ll prove it by wearing them over and over.

No, I’m writing to prepare you. Life’s about to get difficult. In fact, it’s going to be the most difficult year of our life.

You’re so young and sweet. If I could travel back in time and be your friend for the year, I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d move in with you. I’d go everywhere with you. I’m sorry, but we’re about to lose our “kid-shine” (as the mother, Janice, in Tiger Drive likes to say). It happens so fast, and you won’t be able to point to when or why it happens, but it does. Continue reading

I Am Editing


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credit to Peanuts


I Am Editing


Hi Everyone,

Just a quick note to say I’m head down and editing Tiger Drive. I am so frigging close to finishing this edit; I can hardly stand myself. And I mean that in a good way.

I’ve learned a lot over the past 3.5 years of my writing life, but my favorite advice came indirectly from Gretchen Rubin, author of The Happiness Project. She said, “Nothing is more exhausting than the task not started.” Continue reading

Crazy Happenings at the Library


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Crazy Happenings at the Library


 

My exam and other bizarre results

So today was the day: the day of my proctored New York Real Estate Exam. I’ve studied for the past several days (months if you count the required 75 hours of an online course that all but made me bonkers with cartoon lessons). This test has kept me from writing, from reading a good book, from doing nothing. I’m so happy to remove the idea of taking a test–something I haven’t done now for decades–from my energy field. Anyway, the exam required a proctor, and my proctor was the wonderful Mr. Tom at the Tompkins County Library in Ithaca, New York, and…I PASSED! Yahoo!

And then the most bizarre thing that has ever happened to me at a library happened, and it involves a novel I previously read and loved by Scott Wilbanks: The Lemoncholy Life of Annie Aster. Continue reading

Dear Me by Gemma Leigh Glover

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Dear Me by Gemma Leigh Glover Keep Writing


Dear Me,

Hello, 10-year younger self. I don’t need to ask you how you are because I can just read your diary.

Tonight you’ll slide under the duvet and slag off your immediate family (almost illegibly) in blue biro. Not sure what they did to us on the 17th March 2007, but I doubt they deserved that language. You’ve not yet learnt that the ‘f’ word is most powerful when used sparingly.

Over the coming week, you’ll be compelled to list all your secrets. You’ll be annoyed at yourself for not writing (you might have to get used to this one). You’ll scribble down your thoughts on God. You’ll craft a two-page analogy comparing your life to a plane crash.

You’ll also make wishes, “I wish I was less complicated, more tolerant, more selfless, less emotional.”

Buckle up. It gets harder, but it grows funnier (for the most part). Continue reading

Dear Me by Cathey Graham Nickell

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Dear Me by Cathey Graham Nickell


Dear Me,

Today is our birthday! I’m turning 54, while you celebrate your 28th birthday. Some things are about to happen. We dislike surprises, so I want to prepare you.

In two months, divorce proceedings will begin, and you don’t have a job. You’re probably going to start wondering why you quit your public relations job at that large medical center to become a full-time mom. Sweet Mason is only ten months old when his father moves out. Did I already say you don’t have a job? Right. Even though you’ll soon start to question the decision to quit working outside the home, you did what was best for Mason. Don’t wallow in regret!

Right about now, Mason is learning how to sit up alone, how to crawl. He’s getting a new tooth. In two months, on the day that the Big Thing happens, Mason is going to take his very first steps. It’ll be a day filled with the heartbreak of a failed marriage, mingled with exciting toddler milestones.

Cathey, I have some birthday advice, and I hope you listen. Continue reading