All posts by Dana Smith

Author and Entertainer

Another Milestone….

Maestro ready for the unknown...
Maestro ready for the unknown...

Teresa LeYung Ryan, an author and editing consultant has just been mailed the first fifty page manuscript. I included the synopsis which is a bit more revealing than the description on the website. You have about 500 words to explain what you have written in 160k words! Lovely little exercise I must say. She’ll read the first 50 pages and make her comments and edits. Those edits and comments will fuel discussions and any revisions we might make between myself and my editor Vicki Weiland.

The manuscript is off my desk now for a few weeks. I’ll turn my attention to my other novel that I am just getting started. I’ve still got a few more steps with this first novel to work out, but they are relatively simple. Teresa promises a 14 day turnaround on her evaluation.  Once we digest those comments, react, adjust any elements we deem wise we’ll begin plowing ahead with submissions.

Yesterday I spent most of the day going over the first fifty pages one sentence at a time. It was a very granular examination of the text, so slow and in such detail it was hard to really make much sense of the thing. As an unpublished author I have no alternatives. I have to give every buyer every chance to say yes, and not a single reason to say no. Maybe a few books from now I’ll face a different circumstance, but for now? I am still looking for someone to open the gate and invite me into the game. It is fun to be standing at the edge of the unknown…

Dancing with Each Day…

Wilderness in Alberta
Wilderness in Alberta


     Life is so precious. A member of my family came back to his room in Las Vegas last night and decided to take a shower before bed.  His beloved partner of the last 26 years collapsed and died in the hotel room while he was in the shower without so much as a sound. My Uncle Milton came out of the bathroom and found his life partner, his husband or wife, I am not sure they even knew, though I often guessed for fun and we’d laugh at that, but there without a chance to say goodbye went my Uncle Milton’s better half.

   It is so trite to say such things as this was the love of a lifetime, but it was. I was there when their love sparked its first clues. And so it goes the way this thing works, this life and way we have all found ourselves in. We get in a boat at birth and our instructions are to row off into the ocean of life where it is certain our boat will sink and we will finally meet our moments end. Do you welcome the rowing and this certainty into each moment of each day?

   It has been a weekend of unmasking trauma, deceit and warning signs. What to do?  A good delicious pint pulled from a keg in a pub in England seems so far away now. Steady as we go. Tomorrow a long day at the desk cleaning up those 50 pages, steady as we go, to the gym for juggling workout, steady as we go, make supper for my wife, steady as we go, keep our eye on the ball, row furiously, water is trembling with storms all around, and then it passes in the mind to wake up, take another deep breath and love with all your might as if it could come at any instant…

   Take care of those you are with. Keep an eye on each other. Work as best you can, but love with all you have. Who’ll find you in the end? Who will bend a knee to check for your breath?

   A writer and a juggler has somehow got to hold the real workings in life in some kind of tender embrace, some kind of cauldron of empathy, and wake up and work and love and be alive one more day…it is the ultimate fact as they say…to be alive.

   I’m grateful for one more day…and then one more day….who will bend on their knee for us at our end? Who will check on our fate? It is impossible to phathom the mystery…….. a Cooper’s Hawk soared past my window today and rocked on still wings around and just like that vanished from my sight. It all happened in an instant. Luck was I could be witness to the miracle. I saw a life soaring….on wings… soar winged hunter, soar dreams, dream big, live large as long as you can…. Take care of the wildest places inside of yourself, they offer the sweetest grasses, the most serene meadows, and pristine peaks. Be your own witness to how we are all bound by some common force…life. Sweet alive life.


Late Sunday Night from Telegraph Hill

Preparing the first 50 pages

Lacey living the good life in Oregon now...
Lacey living the good life in Oregon now...

The past weeks have been used to solicit reader comments from the entire 378 page/ 157k word novel. I’ve interviewed readers after and have sifted through all the various reactions and have a short list of adjustments I’d like to make after further discussions with my editor Vicki Weiland. Most of those adjustments happen beyond the first 50 pages and it is this chunk of the book that is being prepared for submission to various possible buyers. I am with the help of Vicki and another two readers am polishing the 50 pages a bit more. We are not altering the text itself just moving some punctuation marks, grammar and spelling etc… minor but important details. Over the next few days I’ll grind through the text several more times putting all those corrections into the pages. Next, both a one page synopsis and about one paragraph biography will be prepared. All of those materials are then sent as hard copy and on CD to another editor who is going to examine these 50 pages one more time. This is at my editors request and she wants this one final last looking over by someone she trusts before we actually begin submitting the book.

It is very hard to calculate how many passes I’ve made over these 50 pages, how many times I’ve read them, how many times I’ve rewritten them, and how I still have a few subtle details tangled up in a few words that I still feel concerned about whether they are precise enough and capture my intent. You just don’t want a potential buyer to fall upon an undetected error….

Writing a  short biography is hard work. The synopsis has become more fully formed and doesn’t drain me. The cover letter that goes out with each submission remains to be drafted, but one good drafting should do it. So, there it is. Clean up the first 50 pages, biography of half a page, one full page synopsis, and a cover letter. In short order we should begin to post not just the progress of these final details, but the results of the publishers and agencies that I’ll be submitting all this material to.

Dana from Telegraph Hill in San Francisco

New Show New Book…



Late Summer Telegraph Hill in San Francisco Late Summer Telegraph Hill in San Francisco


I’m just home this morning having left Liverpool, England after a few days off following the Shrewsbury Street Performers Festival. It has been a robust summer of travel and change. I was speaking by telephone with Jennifer Bain a long time friend and painter. We were both interested in the inner anxiety that comes with making a new piece of art. In her case it is a painting on canvas. In my case it is making new material for my show. The core inner experience we focused on in our conversation was fear. Jennifer said that it was a requirement of the creative process to be bound by some sense of fear, and that the feeling of fear is a sign that the creative process is underway. In the grip of this emotion we often lose our orientation and we forget that there is no other way to get from the old show to the new show without going through this emotion.

So, after 35 years of shows, after all this experience, once more I was there at the very infancy of the new, the birth of new material, and so it goes, from shows in the Napa Valley of California, to the Edmonton International Street Performers Festival in Alberta, Canada to Whistler’s Summer Performing Arts Series, in British Columbia to finally appearing in Shrewsbury, England at a busking festival over Labor Day…all this travel and experimentation, all the anxiety and fear, plotting and planning, all of this churning and driving and flying, finally landing home with autumn near I have made it! And the show seems in very good order! I drew good sized audiences, the material while in places coarse and unpolished is revealing itself to be headed more in the right direction than the wrong direction.

And I’ll leave it at that, but to say there is more material to be created, more fear to feel, and that’s as it should be. I am attempting to blend the narratives in my novels with the non-narrative challenges of variety show, that one might in some way inform and speak about the other. This is the whole of the task at hand, and it is my template going forward, to do show, to write book, to blend show and book, joke and soul, heart and mind, all this into something new! And I am scared because I am completely and utterly out on a limb, of my own making, wondering if I can interest my audiences who read my books in my show and those who see my show into exploring my books.