Friday, January 23, 2009

Yearly Resolution & Goals

Every year people make resolutions for things they'd like to change, overcome or adopt. I haven't really made any resolutions this year. I have no vices or ails that need fixin, and even if I did, any half-hearted attempts to try would probably lose steam by Valentine's Day, as most resolutions fade to such a fate.

I did however, make some writing goals. It's important for me to have a game plan of things I want to accomplish this year, in terms of my writing career.

Here's my to-do list for 2009:

1. Finish Sapphire Reign, my sequel to Kings & Queens, easier said than done.

2. Begin another book. (I'm not as quick with ideas as my friend the Jedi Princess.)

3. Keep up with my blog.

4. Polish K&Q with one more round of edits after all critiques are in.

5. Polish up my submission pieces.

6. Begin submitting to agents. Hopefully, I'll be signed for representation by the end of the year, so my family members will stop rolling their eyes.

7. Cut down on sports so I can get more work done. hahahahaha. Not! (1992 flashback.)

I yearn for the prize of publication, and I can't accomplish that without setting out a course of action. My critique group is nearly done with my novel, K&Q, so I'm a few months away from stuffing envelopes with SASEs and printouts of my winning query. What are you hoping to accomplish this year?

~ Signing off and sending out cyber hugs.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

My Weird But Totally True Story

Nearly everyone has a funny, embarrassing, wacked out jaw-dropping or amazing story to share with the masses. On one of my writing forums, someone put forth an invitation to tell a true life tale starting with the great writing prompt...So, there I was...

Well, here is my wicked bizarre, honest-to-goodness, true life, so-there-I was tale:

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So, there I was coming back to Mass from vacation in Hershey, Pennsylvania with my family. I was twelve, my sister, five.

My dad stopped to get gas and struck up a conversation with this old man standing outside the convenience store. The guy had a Bible on him, and he and my dad started talking about the Lord. My dad, being the friendly guy that he is, and a Christian, said he’d drive him to the Shoney’s he wanted to go to since we were going exactly in that direction. We'd eaten there on the way down actually so my dad knew right where it was.

He sat in front with my dad, and my mom hopped in back with my sister and me.

My dad had never, ever picked up a stranger, and by her tension, I could tell my mom was furious with my dad's sudden burst of kindness and caution-to-the-wind attitude about the whole thing.

As we’re driving, he and my dad continued to converse about the Lord and the Bible, and my mom eventually relaxed and chimed in too.

Out of the blue, the man said, “My name is in your car."

The three of us in back looked at each other with scrunched faces. We’re all like, “What?"

He repeated, “My name is in your car...See?" He lifted up the bunch maps my dad had in front between the seats, which were covered the whole time, and pulled out a stuffed mouse, wearing a Hershey bar T-shirt. He said, “That's me. Name’s Hershey like this guy, the chocolate king. He was a nice fellow with ambition and heart. Created tons of jobs for people."

My mom and I exchanged wide-eyed glances.

He continued on, talking about God, family and love…and a little bit about chocolate. When we got to the Shoney’s he oddly asked to be dropped off across the street instead of in the parking lot. I assumed he didn't want my dad to have to make a U-turn.

So my dad obliged and let Hershey out where he requested. As soon as he got out of the car, we all started clamoring about the whole Twilight Zone feel of that. We majorly freaked out about the mouse thing because there's no way he could have seen it. Plus, we had just come from Hershey and picked him up at least two hours away from that chocolate heaven. i mean, what are the odds?

I watched him walk towards the restaurant. And he never got there. I gasped.

When my sister shouted with alarm, "Where'd he go?" I knew we'd both seen the same thing.

He had totally just disappeared.

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Hmmm. Entertaining angels unaware? Perhaps. Methinks. We all came to that conclusion. So, now that you've heard one of my jaw-droppers, share your own tale of oddness. Spill the beans on your outlandish, weird, hilarious true life experience. I'm curious. Do tell.

~ Signing off and sending out cyber hugs.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Make Good on Your Promise...Go Visceral

If two people enter a white room and sit at a booth to have a discussion without food in front of them, without other people around, without interruption, background clamor, color or scents, how thrilling would it be to read about, unless it's in The Matrix? How realistic is that? Not very. It's pretty sparse and empty in fact, right? But it’s done often. Too often. When a reader is invited into the world you’ve created, you’ve made a promise to them that you're going to give them an entertaining and/or thrilling ride. You’re shortchanging readers if you have naked, blank-faced blokes in barely there spaces.

When readers enter a scene with those characters talking, if you don’t have anything to ground them in the setting, then all they’re getting is TV snow. I’m not talking about adding buttloads of description, but just a few details to set the stage to show where the characters are, a few impressions to help them experience what your MC does.

If I’m not paying attention to my own work, I can be so focused on getting the dialogue right and advancing the plot, that I forget to include a little bit of spatial content or a character’s sensory observation. I’m so grateful to have critters who find these kinds of noids and voids.

If you take those two same characters, put them in a booth in a 50’s diner with a checkerboard floor, a tune playing on the jukebox, red covered chrome stools with a busy lunch crowd with greasy smells in the air, patrons yelling for things. Which one is more lively, more captivating, more realistic? The second. Readers' senses need to be tickled to get them to not only get a feel for the scene but develop a closer, more identifying bond with your characters as well. The little extras make your story come alive.

Yeah, everyone knows there are five senses. But if you think about it, there are more and various shades and blends of senses and physical and emotional triggers and experiences. So dig a little deeper.

You can have a heightened sense of awareness or dead-on intuition. People can have chemical surges, drunkenness or acid trips which alter and exaggerate senses. One can have a spiritual sensitivity to an external nudger: a guardian angel, a spirit guide, a dead grandpa or God. Some people experience spiritual sight, a higher level of consciousness or frequent epiphanies, like a thousand words flooding into the mind at once. There’s déjà vu, which I get all the time, or gut instinct. Some people can predict the weather based on what their knees tell them or the intensity of a migraine.

And there’s me, with my crazy super power. In the split second I see someone, and every time, I detect this texture in a person’s soul that triggers an instant yet momentary emotional response. Some are dull, others vibrant. Like whenever my husband walks into the room, I get a peace that’s so soft, like a dryer-fresh towel, all smelling nice and feeling warm. My best friend from college = a teddy-bear warmth. Another friend = a zippy jolt. She loves to travel and is always on the go. It can be linked to personality, interests, what a person’s going through at the time I first see or meet them or how they’ll make me feel in the future. It’s a weird sense, it’s unique and hard to pinpoint and describe even, but it’s mine.

In fiction, you can create senses people don’t normally have. In Eighteen Seconds, by George D. Shuman, a blind character can experience the last eighteen seconds of a person’s life if she touches a corpse. In Wicked Lovely, by Melissa Marr, the MC can see faeries walking among mere mortals. Characters can have normal senses or strange ones. You can use your imagination. That’s what’s so cool about fiction. You just have to make it believable. Think of ways beyond the five senses by which you can bring your work to a new height and a deeper dimension. You can find your entire plot in an invented or blended sense. And when you include sensory details, familiar and not, don’t write, he smelled, she saw, but rather lace them into the narrative.

One of the ways to get the attention of an agent, as mentioned on Anne Mini’s blog, is to have scensory impressions at the beginning of your manuscript, beyond seeing and hearing. So I wrote an intro that included many impressions. Here are some examples of sensory input from my novel Kings & Queens.

Ignoring the call of fresh-baked banana bread, she turned to slink up the stairs, but her mother met her at the door, which made her grouse.

Majesty bit her banana, sugary with ripeness, and followed Alec and Aislyn with her gaze as they headed toward the exit with Snapples in hand.

With her mouth gagged, the taste of dirt laced her tongue. She wrestled the bonds wrapping her wrists and ankles to a chair and let out a muffled scream.

He cut pieces of apple with a knife and fed them to her, and the tart Granny Smith pleased her palate.

Wind delighted her, caressing her face and tickling her sense of smell as it braided with the aroma of lilacs and apple blossoms.

I’m not a writer or reader who’s enthralled with tons of description. I’ve read some works that have turned me off with an overabundance of detail, like a whole paragraph devoted to an outfit a woman was wearing. In my sequel, I’m experimenting with way more description and sensory impressions than I need for some plume stretching, but when I edit, I will burn away and cut off anything extraneous.

In the correct scheme of things, balance is key. Give enough so readers don’t feel like your characters are walking, talking and living in vacuums yet don’t smother them with detail either. With sensory imagery and description you can set tone, establish setting, paint contrast, give some uniqueness to your characters. Grounding your work with some description and sensory impressions will bring your story and characters to life. You made a promise to tell a good tale. Now you just need to fulfill it.

~ Signing off and sending out cyber hugs.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Going On and On and On About Dialogue

Conversations go on all around us. We take part in them too. Hundreds a day in fact. Little pieces here. Never-ending arguments there. We discuss sports, TV shows, news, gossip, that annoying ooey, gooey, kissy baby talk the neighbors exchange every morning in the driveway. Every morning! In the driveway! Dialogue should look and sound and feel nothing like this…real conversation that is. Not just the ooey, gooey blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, yada crud either. But, you think, if my dialogue matches phone chatter, chatting, texting and regular speaking, it must be good and effective and believable because that’s what’s most natural. Nope. Not true. Here are things to keep in mind regarding dialogue.
Dialogue isn't even a cousin of real speech. It’s an entirely different beast. Great dialogue is what we imagine real conversation to be. Real speech contains too many pauses, drop-offs, superfluous detail, meaningless fluff. You could never write an entire YA book in the way real teens talk… "and he was like…and she was like…oh my god...can you believe it...that is so wrong..." because it would take ten pages to learn that Cody dumped Marissa at the senior dance right when she was crowned queen. Dialogue is the edited, digitally enhanced, version of genuine conversation.
This fantastical creature called dialogue is powerful but can be quite unwieldy if you don’t grasp it’s most important function. Thrust. Dialogue must propel your story forward. If yours doesn’t move the story places, it’s too weak. It should drive and enhance the plot.
Verbal conflicts can take rollercoaster trips with ups and downs and twists but they can't be on an endless loop. They must stop eventually, lead somewhere, with one character not winning the battle of wits and words. Conflict is great, so have it, lots of it, but give it a point and a direction.
All your main/significant characters should have their own way of speaking: inflections, owned phrases, tone, etc. If a reader were to skip ahead after reading the first ten chapters, they should be able to tell which of your main characters is speaking without dialogue tags. That’s how identifying your dialogue needs to be.
Dialogue should reveal characterization and personality. It’s not as strong as action, but it’s the second best way to show who your characters are.
You can and should convey unknown details to readers, here and there, but dialogue should never be used as an info dump. For instance, if you set your book in the future, don’t try to relay the blessings and curses of that society by having characters discuss things everyone in that time and place knows. There’s nothing natural about this. Show that world. Pull, readers into the middle of it. That’s it. Don’t explain one thing. Telling is author intrusion. Readers can figure out what’s what with effective showing.
Dialogue can be used to control pacing and set tone.
Only use as many dialogue tags as necessary to avoid confusion. Cut off all the extras. And mostly used said or asked.
It’s okay to lie. Dialogue can be deceptive to both the reader and other characters. A character can say one thing and be thinking and/or meaning an entirely different thing.
Try not to overuse dialect, as in words misspelled and millions of contractions. It’s okay in places to establish voice, but try to use phrasing to convey it overall. A book that’s thick with crazy spellings, especially for a main character, is difficult to get through. Why make your readers suffer?
When fashioned well, dialogue can captivate a reader. Make sure it moves the story forward, reveals character, unfurls conflict and sounds like what we perceive to be reality. Make it pertinent, focused, important. Make it rock solid and shiny, another sparkling facet of your great writing ability.
~ Signing off and sending out cyber hugs.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Finding Buried Plot Jewels

Every fiction writer desires to come up with a good solid plot for their work. Plot is what makes stories alluring and riveting. Concepts can be simple and linear or outlandish and bizarre, full of complexity and depth. Sometimes as a reader, you come across a book and think, I wish I’d thought of that. Don’t focus on what you didn’t write, focus on the ideas out there ready to be discovered. Where can you find great plot ideas? All around you. Here are some of the best spots for inspiration.
The News ~ Ripped from the headlines. They do it on Law & Order. Sometimes life truly is stranger than fiction. Be there when it happens. Read or watch the news with your creative ears perked and pen in hand. I do. I’m always looking for interesting facts. Sometimes a little tidbit, an event, a crazy thing someone did or a fascinating person gets my attention. All of a sudden my mind starts cranking out ideas. Create a bookmark folder for articles you find while net surfing or keep a notebook handy so you can jot down those things that enthrall you.
Little Ideas ~ Little ideas may not be big enough for a novel-length story, but they can be used to add depth to a bigger plot or bond together to make a big plot. Write down all your random thoughts and ideas. Mismatched ideas are great. Like a box of fabric scraps, left in the box, that’s all they are, but when put together with other scraps, they can form something of artistic substance. Little ideas can become big ideas with some tweaking. Dreams ~ Plots are calling you from that place where reality meets fantasy, where symbolism emerges on a grand scale, where things may or may not make sense. For Kings & Queens I had this idea for a love triangle but no plot to wrap around it. Then one night I had this dream I was running, for exercise not out of fear, and I overheard these guys planning a church massacre. They chased me to this little town. In that dream, I found the seed for my plot and my setting. Stephenie Meyer found her plot and characters for Twilight in a dream. The odd realm that finds us in our own minds during sleep is one of the greatest springboards for inspiration. So when you dream, use the most wondrous and weird elements as a starting point. That's all I had was a tiny dream-birthed seed, one idea, and the more I worked on my book, the larger the concept became, taking my storyline to unexpected, wonderful, horrific heights.
Characters ~ You can find plot by delving into the motivation and goals of your characters. Once you have a solid character, pick his or her brain. Get close and personal. When you find out what they truly want, put up obstacles so they can't readily reach their goals. This establishes your story question and creates conflict, which makes for a gripping read. Will he find his long lost love? Will she get that one day of peace she craves? Will they be able to mend their splintered marriage? Good, well-developed characters drive stories and come with ideas of their own.
Books ~ When you finish a novel you particularly enjoyed, dissect what made it most compelling. Was it the concept, the twist at the end? The way the author was meticulous on the details? Once you pinpoint what you loved about it, brainstorm your own ideas, characters, concepts, etc. Blend the fascinating and sound techniques of several books and fashion your own great idea. I liked the twist at the end of John Grisham's The Partner. I didn’t write anything close to a legal thriller, but I had that kind of twisty end in mine when I penned Kings & Queens. Borrow and blend.
Villains ~ Sometimes the evil spark comes first. Let's say your own Hannibal Lecter is firmly established. Fascinating. Grotesque. Cool. Hot with the ladies. PETA spokesman. Serial killer with peppermint breath. What’s his motivation? Find out what he wants and create a protag to contrast that. Who will get in his way, challenge him, tickle his imagination, piss him off, turn him on? Your plot can be found in him. Technology ~ Projections for medical and scientific breakthroughs can open up a bunch of what-if questions and plot possibilities. Asking questions is an awesome way to spawn ideas and crank out a plot. So research some geeky stuff with your pen in hand.
Story concepts are all around you, in every nook and cranny of life. Look for and find the things that fascinate you and write about them in only the way that you can. Then readers will be saying, I wish I'd thought of that.
~ Signing off and sending out cyber hugs.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Leaping into Disorder & Chaos

I'm at a juncture in my sequel writing where I'm ready to skip two scenes. One is a party with teens and I'm just not in the mood to do a bunch of mini character sketches so I can fluff out the scene. I just want to drive forward and get to more of the plot stuff. I know what I want to happen at this party and have that in mind, but do not have the interest in writing it, at present. And also in the same chapter, I have this other scene with a amnesiac hired gun getting a call for his next target that I'm not in the mood to write. My inspiration is calling me elsewhere, further down in the book. So, I'm going to make the leap.

I have worked out of order in the past and when I've jumped to the spots that were churning in my mind and tugging at me emotionally, even though I was far from getting to them in my story, I ended up creating some of my best work. If I had waited, I would've lost something in the quality I just know it.

In Kings & Queens, a suspense novel I wrote with a romantic center, I had this idea for a love triangle and I knew exactly who I wanted to end up together. But when I got two chapters in, I knew I was wrong about the couple and that two different people belonged together. So excited was I at this new discovery, I jumped to the second to last chapter and wrote a heart-wrenching fallout. I cried as I wrote it because I had just found this beautiful love and then destroyed it. I'm pretty demented and sadistic, huh? That's what makes good fiction though. Conflict. Heartbreak. The possibility that things won't work out as planned or desired.

After writing that scene, I wrote my last chapter, my epilogue, because I needed to know exactly how it ended and my epiphany had changed everything. My novel is very twisty and complex with various interwoven threads and at least twelve minor story questions/mysteries that are woven around the main story question. I needed an endzone before penning the rest so I could know what plays and moves I needed to engage to get there successfully.

By jumping out of order and going with the raw passion in the moment rather than sticking to step-by-step rigidity, I created a work I am certain is so much stronger than it would've been had I waited. I would've lost some of the sadness, some of the sweetness and overlooked characters who were only meant to be fillers or obstacles.

Work in whatever way is best for you, but if your pen is itching to jump around, don't be afraid to break free and do it. If you end up with junk, that's what revision is for. But more than likely you'll end up with the best stuff you've ever written because it's birthed out of pure inspiration and burning drive. If you ignore the call and wait, you could lose your grasp on what was once vital, raw, captivating, energetic, ecstatic and heartbreaking in your mind. You'll have a scene certainly, but it won't be as good as the one you originally envisioned and maybe you won't even realize why. You'll just know it's lacking somehow, that it's not everything it could and should have been.

Movie directors generally don't film chronologically. Break out of your structured ways if your story or your pen or your characters is demanding it. Get chaotic and crazy. Go with your gut and your heart, even if it's not the way you normally work. When there's unrest and pull, it's for a reason. You shouldn't ignore it. You could lose out. Follow your passionate urgency. Just write.

~Signing off and sending out cyber hugs.

Monday, December 8, 2008

904963365_4f1e2b9a0d_mIt's refreshing and uplifting when you're able to find the humor that's around you and greater depth and meaning in things. The music of Pink Floyd, for instance, sounds about as trippy as Strawberry Fields but it contains shades of sorrow and joy, irony and societal satire and commentary that is difficult to appreciate and notice at first listen. It's not exactly drug music, it's art. You can infuse and braid and paint multiple layers into your works to create greater texture, secrets for the setting/town that are uncovered little by little, codes to be unlocked, dark humor, irony, satirical statements, mini plots that weave in and out of your main plot.


My dad's mom died in 1994, a couple days after my graduation from college. She was my last living grandparent, so it was especially tough. Old ladies kept coming up to my sister and I at the wake, telling us how much Blanche adored us, her granddaughters, and that she spoke of us often and that we were like gold to her. Problem was, our grandmother's name was Rose not Blanche. "Oh no," I said to my sister. "These poor old ladies are at the wrong funeral." We laughed and laughed. As it turned out, our grandmother's nickname was Blanche, which we never knew. You learn something new every day they say, and sometimes that something new can be funny. I've had several circumstances that were not the best to to go through but my warped sense of humor kept me positive and laughing.


When I was twenty, I went white water rafting with some college friends, and it was far more life-threatening than it should have been. The outfit we went with only had one guide for ten rafts and we had wet suits and life vests but no helmets. Our raft had a 400-pound guy and three skinny chicks. With two people on one side and two on the other, we were little bit ill-proportioned. Not trying to be mean. That's just a fact. Our combine weight was not even as much as this one guy's.

The one guide kept yelling at everyone in the various rafts to row together. Um, does anyone know what happens when there's far more strength on one side versus the other? Anyone? Anyone? Yes. That's right. Circles!!!!! You go in circles. Not forward. But around...In circles or you hardly move at all. Hello! Even an inexperienced rafter, who's done little more than canoing knows this. Most groups were fine rowing together but not ours. The guide was a complete moron. My friends and I kept yelling at each other about how to best proceed FORWARD. We finally found success with two strokes on one side for one on the other.

During the more rapid rapids, we half-capsized and three out of four of us fell out. The big guy and my friend had to be pulled to the shore. I tried to climb back in, but I could hardly move. The shock, the cold? I'm not sure. But I couldn't climb back in and my friend couldn't lift me back in without having the raft flip on us. We managed to push the raft to a large rock and I was able to climb up and in. This was a perilous moment, falling into a frigid river, having all my energy zapped in a snap, but I couldn't stop laughing the whole time. My friend was crying and then started cracking up too. It was just so insane and the danger made rafting ultra-adventurous. Any breaks from the mundane excite me. It wasn't the best way to go rafting, and I don't want to repeat it, but it was a blast anyway. If I just say to my friend 2-for-1, even to this day, she knows what it means and laughs.


As a writer, if you choose to maintain a lighthearted view of life and try to find humor during rough patches or the rich details beneath surface material, you'll not only stay more sane, you're also able to give new dimension to your writing. As long as the things you write flow in the story, it's okay to weave in undercurrents and nods for things, tiny treasures to be unearthed.


For instance, I am a Red Sox fan, so my main characters in Kings & Queens are also Red Sox fans. One of my character's had a dog named Dewey (Forgot to note the significance. haha. Dwight Evans, for those that don't know) and Carlton Fisk's name pops up a few times (one of the best catchers ever). The two jersey numbers worn by Fisk during his career tie into the plot and I refer to Don Mattingly as being from the Evil Empire. Most readers will gloss over these details, but they're there for savvy fans to find.

In the 80's when Family Ties and Growing Pains were on air, Michael J. Fox and Kirk Cameron had an on-going competition with one another to see how many times they could spin in any given episode. Would any viewer even give the spinning a second thought? No. It's a private joke between them. That's funny and cool.

Not everyone sees the richness in the music of Pink Floyd. Don't be afraid to bury those deeper nuances, details and angles into your work for a few select readers to discover and appreciate. For keen eyes and minds, your hidden jewels will make the read all the more enjoyable.

~ Signing off and sending out cyber hugs.

Sneaking in Some Depth

It's refreshing and uplifting when you're able to find the humor that's around you and greater depth and meaning in things. The music of Pink Floyd, for instance, sounds about as trippy as Strawberry Fields but it contains shades of sorrow and joy, irony and societal satire and commentary that is difficult to appreciate and notice at first listen. It's not exactly drug music, it's art. You can infuse and braid and paint multiple layers into your works to create greater texture, secrets for the setting/town that are uncovered little by little, codes to be unlocked, dark humor, irony, satirical statements, mini plots that weave in and out of your main plot.

My dad's mom died in 1994, a couple days after my graduation from college. She was my last living grandparent, so it was especially tough. Old ladies kept coming up to my sister and I at the wake, telling us how much Blanche adored us, her granddaughters, and that she spoke of us often and that we were like gold to her. Problem was, our grandmother's name was Rose not Blanche. "Oh no," I said to my sister. "These poor old ladies are at the wrong funeral." We laughed and laughed. As it turned out, our grandmother's nickname was Blanche, which we never knew. You learn something new every day they say, and sometimes that something new can be funny. I've had several circumstances that were not the best to to go through but my warped sense of humor kept me positive and laughing.

When I was twenty, I went white water rafting with some college friends, and it was far more life-threatening than it should have been. The outfit we went with only had one guide for ten rafts and we had wet suits and life vests but no helmets. Our raft had a 400-pound guy and three skinny chicks. With two people on one side and two on the other, we were little bit ill-proportioned. Not trying to be mean. That's just a fact. Our combine weight was not even as much as this one guy's.

The one guide kept yelling at everyone in the various rafts to row together. Um, does anyone know what happens when there's far more strength on one side versus the other? Anyone? Anyone? Yes. That's right. Circles!!!!! You go in circles. Not forward. But around...In circles or you hardly move at all. Hello! Even an inexperienced rafter, who's done little more than canoing knows this. Most groups were fine rowing together but not ours. The guide was a complete moron. My friends and I kept yelling at each other about how to best proceed FORWARD. We finally found success with two strokes on one side for one on the other.

During the more rapid rapids, we half-capsized and three out of four of us fell out. The big guy and my friend had to be pulled to the shore. I tried to climb back in, but I could hardly move. The shock, the cold? I'm not sure. But I couldn't climb back in and my friend couldn't lift me back in without having the raft flip on us. We managed to push the raft to a large rock and I was able to climb up and in. This was a perilous moment, falling into a frigid river, having all my energy zapped in a snap, but I couldn't stop laughing the whole time. My friend was crying and then started cracking up too. It was just so insane and the danger made rafting ultra-adventurous. Any breaks from the mundane excite me. It wasn't the best way to go rafting, and I don't want to repeat it, but it was a blast anyway. If I just say to my friend 2-for-1, even to this day, she knows what it means and laughs.

As a writer, if you choose to maintain a lighthearted view of life and try to find humor during rough patches or the rich details beneath surface material, you'll not only stay more sane, you're also able to give new dimension to your writing. As long as the things you write flow in the story, it's okay to weave in undercurrents and nods for things, tiny treasures to be unearthed.

For instance, I am a Red Sox fan, so my main characters in Kings & Queens are also Red Sox fans. One of my character's had a dog named Dewey (Forgot to note the significance. haha. Dwight Evans, for those that don't know) and Carlton Fisk's name pops up a few times (one of the best catchers ever). The two jersey numbers worn by Fisk during his career tie into the plot and I refer to Don Mattingly as being from the Evil Empire. Most readers will gloss over these details, but they're there for savvy fans to find.

In the 80's when Family Ties and Growing Pains were on air, Michael J. Fox and Kirk Cameron had an on-going competition with one another to see how many times they could spin in any given episode. Would any viewer even give the spinning a second thought? No. It's a private joke between them. That's funny and cool.

Not everyone sees the richness in the music of Pink Floyd. Don't be afraid to bury those deeper nuances, details and angles into your work for a few select readers to discover and appreciate. For keen eyes and minds, your hidden jewels will make the read all the more enjoyable.

~ Signing off and sending out cyber hugs.

Friday, November 21, 2008

My Fickle Mind

I'm forever changing my mind about my work, but once I find that melodious chord with something I've been struggling to get right, I follow that and am always happy with the end result.

I had posted an edited version of my Celebrity Vampire story here. For the contest I had 2556 words and for another contest, I stripped it down to 2000 words to fit and just put that shorter version here because it would be less words for a post, but in doing so, the piece lost the sort of seductive quality in the rhythm. It's like if you hear an original song that's so good and then hear a cover tune that's terribly tweaked, you nearly want to pull your hair out. So now, I've gone ahead and made the switch and put the original in. I like it so much better.

Over-editing can sometimes remove what you were trying to accomplish and taint the tone and texture. In my book Kings & Queens I have this one sentence in my first paragraph, "...shifting clouds wiped sunlight off her arms and buried the surrounding frenzy in shadow." Some will say, this should be simplified. And I say, no, it shouldn't. Everything in writing is not all about word economy. Being terse for the most part is important, true, but sometimes fuller strands can be used to create tone or contrast, build imagery or add a lyrical quality to the prose. I feel the verbs "wiped" and "buried" help to provide the ominous tone I want in the beginning. Originally, I did have it simplified and it sounded too bubblegum.

I'm always aiming to make my work better. Maybe some editor will like the deeper nuances the way they are in my book but maybe another would want such things stripped out. I'll certainly make some changes, but I will be greatly saddened if I am asked to soak it in acid, dumb it down and reduce into something much less than what I intended, as any artist would be if a museum said it only accept art pieces if all fine detail's removed, leaving only broad strokes.

Some people do bleed way too much ink. Compare your work to other contemporary works to see how your prose stacks up. If it fits the norm, stay the course. If it seems sludgy, too flowery, redundant, too dry, then you'll definitely need some scissors and paste for a fix. Kill your darlings. Edit, but don't over-edit. You found a rhythm and voice for a reason. Trust in your story and in your ability to tell it.

~ Signing off and sending out cyber hugs.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Little Bitty Time Gobblers

It seems it's harder and harder to find time these days to write, of course it happens to be right when I'm trying to cram a 50,000-word stint into a month. When my daughter took a nap today, I excitedly sat down at my keyboard, knowing I'd have a good two hours, quiet hours while my sons were in school, to work on my story.

But, nope, my parents stopped by for a surprise visit because it was my mom's day off and they stayed for hours. I'd only penned about 400 words and neglected to save the upgrade so I could let them in and when my son came home, he added drawings to my story and I didn't realize it was my story and closed it. So my little bit of work for the day was gone and I'm back to yesterday's word count.

Then I cleaned some, made dinner, fed the family, gave my husband a little loving when he came home and now I'm neglecting the whole lot somewhat, not totally since they're in the room, but I'm hoping for a little bit of alone time soon so I can actually write.

Sometimes I can write with distractions all around, the TV on, the radio, kids yelling, but this Nano project is such a bizarre storyline that I'd like some peace and quiet to think through the plot I neglected to outline beforehand. I'm not really firm with my characters either, I'm just winging it all and running with sticks and nailing and gluing them together, wherever they seem to fit. I have faeries and another group of otherworldly creatures called the wanderlings in this odd romance and I've done absolutely no world building for them yet since that idea was a late addition to what was supposed to be a simple, linear plot. Yeah right. I can never do simple. I'll plug the details and meat into my story later. I'm just trying to get the stick-built house up before the deadline. The decorating and furnishings can come later.

Whoo. Now I'm off to work, hopefully. Crossing fingers. Well, just for a moment. Now I'm gettin' busy. Not that kind of busy. Get your head outta the gutter. Working. I meant working, trying to make good use of quickly dissolving time.

~ Signing off and sending out cyber hugs.