Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
What Do You Do In-between Manuscripts?
Here I sit, at an impasse. Finished two novels and querying one, somewhat, with the other on hold. I have a NaNoWriMo rough draft I'm just
dying to revise on my fancy Scrivener program. It's going slow with Scrivener being a huge learning curve for me. I'm unsure of what's in
store for my two "revised" manuscripts and should probably hold off before I begin another. Maybe? So in the meantime . . .
I’m playing around with Scrivener and
learning its features by writing short stories. I usually enter writing
contests or flash fiction, to keep the ol' brain muscle flexible. I like to
jump around genres and POVs with each story, figuring this is a good
exercise. Write about people I've never been, or want to be, people who scare me, or I don't understand, situations that
change us, dreams of a better world. Valid reasons to tell a tale I
suppose.
If I write everyday I’ll develop into a better writer, one that gets published. Right? That’s the
mantra I repeat every morning. That’s when my internal world will finally see
the light of readers. If I’ve touched their hearts as much as my own—then it’s
the ultimate dream to reality.
I write mostly at the day job, lucky to
have a place that's quiet enough (except for the kids’ chess camp). In the
mornings I can usually clock in a few hours, before the bustle. Did
I mention we have espresso on tap?
Anne Lamont says the joy is in the writing
itself -- and it is. It's a lifesaver for me. When the world and my
family -- and their problems, become too much, I'm happy to have an escape.
It's a personal journey, one most writers long to share with readers. Of all
the arts I love and experienced: singing, painting, sculpture -- writing a
novel has been the most fulfilling. I feel most connected to the world somehow.
I may open a page and pick up writing where I left off, and find myself
surrounded by the scene in some way similar to what I’m writing. An example is when I wrote a
hospital scene for a book, years ago, and found myself in the hospital (comp
book in bag) writing a scene in a hospital. Those were the days I used to carry a
composition book around with my little two boys in tow. Writing wherever, and whenever I could squeeze in a few pages. I’ve
come a little further on this journey. I have a set writing schedule. This
is huge. I can organize myself much better. . . and in time, who knows.
So, what do you do when waiting for beat
readers to finish with your manuscript? Or waiting for editors notes, or just
waiting? I’m going to work on the
short stories of wild and crazy ideas I love to entertain -- and if I’m
lucky, if it’s pertinent, I just might get one published. Keep writing.
-- ( it's the fun part)
* Had trouble finding Ann Lamont's exact quote. But here's a slew of some of the BEST quotes on Writing and they're from Ann Lamont.
Thank you, Ann! We need these.
Thank you, Ann! We need these.
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Tuesday, June 10, 2014
YA Book Review: COMPULSION by Martina Boone
"The sense of place is the first thing that takes hold of you. The visual descriptions set you into the dreamy, hot and steamy southern charm of Charleston, South Carolina. Drawing you into a compelling world of oak and cypress woods, Spanish moss, and sprawling southern plantations. Where disturbed characters, unspoken family secrets, and a dark curse hooks you. You won’t want to leave Watson Landing. "
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Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Beginning of June and Flowers are Everywhere
EVEN HERE . . .
There are more flowers . . down the internet path -- on my illustration page
Flowers inspire me. They allow me to drift into their fragrance and beauty and dissolve into a dreamy escape. I paint them, sinking deep into the petals, imagining that if I lose myself they may whisper their secrets. A time for listening to quiet things. Nature and my inner nature. My inner voice.
*I just learned that it's Allen Ginsberg's Birthday today -- as I was creating this post.
Here's a poem I came across by Mr. Ginsberg. I thought it was a fitting accompaniment to my post.
THE GARDEN OF LOVE
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
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Friday, May 23, 2014
Now perhaps . . . you howl.
You howled. That is how I knew you. My neighbor, close, and
far from eternity—spirit and souls. Our journey, our pace, quickened – and
passed unnoticed, by you, I would guess.
A box of book left at the bottom of the steps, I was sure I
found your fiction: your diction message from the Gods. Only a glimmer then,
but I knew the future, past, and present, weaving into my life. I held firm to
my creative path and muse so I could catch up.
We strive as poets to lift each other. Humanity and grace
wraps her wings around in hints and quantum jumps, foreshadowing in
flashes—nothing is trashed, all energy resuscitates. All energy is here, now.
A little dream -- only a whisper then, was an intellectual
chord, nudging me, igniting the path that I must travel.
Today (June 3rd) is Allen Ginsberg's Birthday:
Brain Pickings blog link
"In December of 1969, Allen Ginsberg(June 3, 1926–April 5, 1997), one of the most beloved and influential poets of the twentieth century, recorded a strange and wonderful LP, setting William Blake’sSongs of Innocence "and of Experience to song."
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Monday, May 12, 2014
My Writing Process Blog Hop
Middle Grade writer Ronni Arno Blaisdell tagged me in this Writing Process Hop. Though I mentioned I was drowning in revisions and couldn't and wouldn't have the time--Ronni was very convincing. She asked then sent me the link. Momma always told me--you have to make the time. Glad I did.
What? You don't know Ronni Arno Blaisdell and about her book RENEE REINVENTED coming out by Aladdin, Simon & Schuster (Fall 2015) GoodReads When 12-year-old Renee learns that her supposed BFFs are only friends with her because her parents are famous celebrities, she finds a place as far from fake and phony Hollywood as she can get: a Maine boarding school. I read an early draft. I loved it. LOVED it. It's a great story!
And while I'm at it --Go and check out the writers of our group blog: The Kidliterati You will leave inspired and nourished, filled with ideas to get your kids writing and reading --along with helpful nudges to get yourself writing --even MORE.
What? You don't know Ronni Arno Blaisdell and about her book RENEE REINVENTED coming out by Aladdin, Simon & Schuster (Fall 2015) GoodReads When 12-year-old Renee learns that her supposed BFFs are only friends with her because her parents are famous celebrities, she finds a place as far from fake and phony Hollywood as she can get: a Maine boarding school. I read an early draft. I loved it. LOVED it. It's a great story!
Interested in my writing
process, are you?
What am I working on?
Finishing up revision edits on a MG Light Sci-Fi/ Fantasy
from last year's July CampNano. Working Title: Cltr+Alt+Delete: Boy genius, eleven-year-old Oznot, and his neighbor, nine-year-old, Theo, send ten kids into the world of FacePlace using the Top-Secret Polerizeroid machine. Theo must get everyone out, including his sister-- before they disappear, before they’re out of time. Then proceed with plan B.
I can't wait to type up last year's NaNoWriMo YA
Historical Suspense draft. It's still in still in comp books! ~ agh.
How does my work
differ from others of its genre?
Well, my last MG, which
was more teen, or Upper MG --I say was because she is resting very comfortably nearby in a dark drawer. That manuscript is a realistic fantasy, or magical realism. I guess I like writing stories
that blend the lines between what is real and something beyond us; unreal
things, events, that might really happen. The possibilities. As far as this MG, I've never heard of a
story about kids clamoring to get into an online social site and then clamoring to
get out.
Why do I write what I
do?
I've been writing since
grade school. Then in my late teens and twenty's I wrote mostly poetry. ( A quick fix) I spent most of
my time raising my teen boys, and spending much, too much time around kids. (I
LOVED it--kids are the best. Ever!) I began with an image of deer in the woods calling to the MC. I wrote the story from the middle then backwards. Writer friends encouraged me to complete the manuscript. It became my longest commitment to paper at 80k words!
My oldest son had dyslexia, so my husband or I, read to our boys every night. A little sad when it stopped. I was thrilled this week, when son #1 asked me to read Macbeth to him for school. Ah, sweet bonding with my teen. It's been hard to come by lately. OK, next . . .
My oldest son had dyslexia, so my husband or I, read to our boys every night. A little sad when it stopped. I was thrilled this week, when son #1 asked me to read Macbeth to him for school. Ah, sweet bonding with my teen. It's been hard to come by lately. OK, next . . .
How does your writing
process work?
I get up as early as I can, while the fog of sleep fools me that
I'm still dreaming and write. When my boys were younger I brought my composition books around to the pool or the playgrounds. Until I could revise on a computer and rest
easy knowing the paperwork was safe. These days I run the family cafe, get in
early, set up, and write. If it's not too busy, I can sling some words. I have an ideas folder for ideas that pop-up. I just tuck them
away in a folder for later. I say "down girls (the muses)--let me finish what I'm working on first".
Sometimes I begin with a a scene, just to set the mood. Then I might list a
few bullet point ideas, or a flexible outline. But so far, ever story I've written has had a little different process. I enjoy trying new POV
structures, voices, and genres. In between beta reads I often enter short story contests to keep my mental muscle fluid. ~ Then I settle in. . . and write, and write.
Let me welcome children's author Christina Daley. You can read all about her Writing Process next Monday: here.
Christina Daley made her first book with neighborhood friends when she was four years old. They "wrote" out some semblance of lettering with crayons, cut up a cardboard box for the cover, and bound it all together with clear adhesive tape. It was brilliant.
Quite a few years later, Christina is trying her hand at writing "real" books. She lives in Dallas, Texas, with a pet plant named Herb.
And while I'm at it --Go and check out the writers of our group blog: The Kidliterati You will leave inspired and nourished, filled with ideas to get your kids writing and reading --along with helpful nudges to get yourself writing --even MORE.
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Sunday, May 11, 2014
Middle Grade Book Review! ~ The Wig in the Window.
The Wig in the Window by Kristen KittscherMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
When I read the blurb for THE WIG IN THE WINDOW, Kristen Kittscher’s middle-grade mystery with its premise: two seventh-graders, midnight steak outs, spying, suspicious neighbors, walkie-talkies, secret codes, and mistaken identities, all rolled into a humorous and creepy mystery, I had to read this.
I loved this book! The humor of the mc, Sophie Young, together with her best friend, Grace Yang, as they turn into self-appointed agents, Young and Yang— slayed me.
The girls become tangled up in a caper after spying on their creepy neighbor, who is also, Sophie’s middle school guidance counselor, “Dr. Awkward.”
But is what Sophie and Grace saw true, or a case of the girls over active imaginations? The school counselor sure gives Sophie reason to believe it.
The pressure of the situation wears on the girls and tests their friendship. Assumptions are tested. But the girls never let the case go—and for good reason, because there are a couple plot twists before it’s all over. The plotting, and the details woven into this mystery are so well done, I’m still thinking about them. I also love how Sophie uses quotes from military general, Sun Tzu, as her philosophy throughout. She’s a smart cookie, that one, and I loved her. I enjoyed many of the characters, especially Sophie’s grandpa, who adds kindle to her imaginative fire.
This is a book I wish I had in middle school. I would have acted out the scenes with my friends, over and over. This book is so much fun, intriguing, surprising, and the friendship, heartfelt, I’m adding it to my top MG picks for this year.
~ karen
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