Thursday, January 14, 2010

Magic.

My sister took these pics. She can. Her children are grown-up and she has a life, again. These are places that the characters in my books might go, too.

These are winter scenes at Point Judith, in RI.  I don't know about you, but when I look at these, I can feel the chill wind in my hair, smell the salt and hear the swish-hiss-sizzle of the waves on the rocks. I can hear the gulls scree-ing overhead. My cheeks feel cold from the winter air, my sneakered feet sink in the sand and I feel utterly at peace. The world is a magical place.
Enjoy.


Monday, January 11, 2010

Manuscript-Fix Monday: show and tell

One of my crit partners posted a question about showing vs. telling this weekend--always a fun topic. She said that sometimes, she can't always tell the difference between the two in her own writing. And you know, it's hard to, sometimes. I don't blame her for feeling overwhelmed, especially when someone points out "this is telling" in a crit but doesn't explain why. (I'm not saying this happened to her, by the way, because I have awesome crit partners and they'd  never be so ambiguous.) I told her to look out for excess adverbs and adjectives in her writing.

I can see you, over there in the corner, rolling your eyes. What's wrong with adverbs? Why are people always going on about adverbs? I like adverbs. They do the job. Sometimes another word just doesn't say what you need to say, the right way.

To you, Ms. I Like-lys, I say this: Using adverbs is lazy writing. And--when you use them you are usually (see, that's an adverb) telling (which I'm doing, by the way), not showing.

Let me show you what I mean. (Ha.) Here's a sentence from my current w.i.p. Nuts Over You:

Vampira, Queen of the Undead, sat at the kitchen table, flipping casually through a magazine.

Okay. Not a bad sentence. It's grammatically correct and yes, it shows you what my heroine (whose real name is Dale, by the way) is doing: flipping casually through a magazine.

When I reread this sentence, I targeted the adverb. Casually. Okay. Fine. What does that convey to the reader? She's reading slowly? She's reading as if it doesn't matter? Perhaps. But this sentence is in my hero's point of view. He's not happy, right now. He's just struggled to put a three-year-old down for a nap for three hours. And he comes out into the kitchen to see a woman he doesn't like (yet), reading a magazine.

I'm going to change this sentence to give it an extra boost. Remember, I'm in my hero's point of view, so I'm going to look at Dale through his eyes. (That's a key point to remember when you're trying to show, not tell.) Here's my new sentence:  

Vampira, Queen of the Undead, sat at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Okay, that's a little better. As a reader, (who just struggled through putting the child down for a nap with him), I'm starting to think he got a raw deal. Did she read the magazine the whole time? He was singing his voice raw in the other room, with a bladder about to explode, and she was reading a flipping magazine?  That is so not fair.

With that in mind, I'm going to use this to create an emotional bridge between my reader and my hero, by going into deeper point of view to explore Shane's world:

Vampira, Queen of the Undead, sat at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Of course she didn’t. She hadn't been the one trying to put Anna down for a nap for three hours.

At his request. Shane winced. No, at his command. 

He’d told her that he was in charge of the child because he was the one with the Ph.D.in early childhood education and she was just…

A warm body who could have sung to Anna while he took a bathroom break and maybe even got a cup of coffee or something…He wanted to punch himself.  Shane, sometimes you’re a real idiot, you know that?

What I've done is add some layers. We have an observation, which causes a mental reaction (a thought, I guess it's called ;) ), which leads to a realization, which leads to an emotional reaction and finally, a physical one (or the thought of one, because I'm not about to have Shane pop himself in the jaw, even if he deserves it). My reader is experiencing the world through Shane's eyes, here, going through his journey along with him and it's because I'm showing, not telling.

Now if I had stuck my original wording, casually flipping through a magazine, I would have conveyed a perfectly good action. But by working at it a little and not allowing my self to be a lazy writer, I've made a connection (or at least, I hope I did) with my reader.

That is the power of showing vs. telling. ;)

Your assignment tonight is to go through your current manuscript and look for -ly's. At each one, consider which words you can use to replace the word that says what you think you need to say, the right way. Remember to try to see the world through your character's eyes to include an observation, and a  reaction (mental, emotional or physical). Remember, it's through your character that your reader experiences your story.

Class dismissed.









Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Not all pirates


...look like this.


In fact, some pirates probably look more like this: 

I wouldn't doubt this geek is the same one who uploaded a copy of my friend and fellow author, Jennifer Shirk's book, Role of a Lifetime,onto their site for people to download, read and keep. That seems like a good deal, except--it's stealing.

Anytime you download a book to your computer, keep it, distribute it, upload it somewhere else--without permission of the author--you're stealing it. The author is in no way compensated. It would be like someone coming into your house and taking something you've created--something you've worked on, cried over, despised, loved and finally launched into the world for people to enjoy--and keeping it for themselves.

Without even thanking you.

So anytime you come upon one of these sites, where your favorite books are waiting for you to download them--for free!--please remember you're committing a crime. An act of thievery, of piracy--and not even the swashbuckling, Johnny Depp kind.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Lyrical Call for Submission

Call for submissions: Erotica/BDSM

Lyrical Press is actively acquiring all sub-genres of erotica, with a focus on BDSM.

Let your imagination run wild. Explore the darker side of sexuality. Shed all inhabitations and give free reign to your secret fantasies. Entangle us in a world where sexual boundaries are pushed and readers can dance on a razor’s edge of sex and danger.

Please note - Lyrical will not consider stories containing rape.

Sensuality level: Red hot
Length: 30,000 – 80,000 words
Key Characteristics: Strong sexual relationship between main characters. Elements of bondage and S&M that explore the dominant/submissive roles of a BDSM relationship. Multiple partners acceptable.
Deadline: None
Submissions eMail: submissions@lyricalpress.com

If you dare to write it, we dare to consider it.


Thursday, December 31, 2009

I resolve...

Like everyone else in the world (or mostly everyone else), I'm shucking the quest for a creative post today, to announce my New Year's Resolutions, which I will subsequently (like everyone else) forget to follow or give up following in about a week and a half, after the gleam has rubbed off the shiny new year and real life has set back in.

Anyone wishing to edit the above sentence has my blessings. I haven't had my coffee yet.

Speaking of coffee--I RESOLVE TO STOP FORKING OVER MY HUSBAND'S HARD-EARNED CASH FOR DUNKIN DONUTS COFFEE.  No more extra-large Toasted Almond extra light, cream, no sugar. Ditto Hazelnut. And this summer--no more large, iced Coconut, cream, no sugars, either.

I don't know what it is about Dunkin Donuts. They do something to their coffee to make it addicting. I think it has something to do with the crack they plop into each cup. And we, the addicted, line up like lemmings every day for our jones of choice. It has got. To. Stop. Honestly, spending over twenty dollars a week for coffee is ridiculous. Even if it feels like we're going to die without it...even if hallucinations of flying monkeys, Shakespeare and Moses come visit me and command, "Get thee to the nearest DD", I will hold fast to my visions of a Dunkin Donut free life.

No more secrets stashes of cash, just in case I need a fix. No more noting the location of every Dunkin Donuts we pass. (In Rhode Island, this is practically every corner). The pink and orange shadow will loom over my consciousness--no more!

Just as soon as I finish this cup...

Happy New Year to one and all and may all your resolutions come true.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

My lazy American students - The Boston Globe

My lazy American students - The Boston Globe

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This article has practically nothing to do with what I normally write about, but I felt it interesting enough to share with you. I agree with the author in many ways, so much so that I was compelled to comment:

"I recently wondered what message students at my daughter's middle school received when she brought home a "progress report". In ancient days (when I was a kid), students in danger of failing were handed an interim report to take home and have signed by their parent(s). The dreaded white slips were handed out at the start of each class; everyone knew who was failing. Yes, it was humiliating for the kids who weren't doing well, but so what? It's better to be humiliated as a child than as an adult, where the effects of your failure can be more far-reaching and it was a hard lesson well-learned. Work harder to bring up your grade; make an effort not to be humiliated again. Success comes not with a whine but with hard work and dedicated effort.

But now, we're shielding our kids from the humiliation of failure by sending home Progress Reports; all children are seen to "progress" and all receive the reports whether they're doing well or poorly. (One of my daughter's teachers' comments: "She keeps her books covered". Should I book a party? Give her a sticker? Applaud that she's done what she's expected to do and act surprised?)

What doesn't surprise me is that the current "Johnny doesn't fail, he progresses" attitude carries through to the college years. It is inconceivable to the current group of college students that they could fail. They've been shielded and coddled (They "keep their books covered!") and have failed to learn accountability for their failure to perform. My fear is what will happen to them beyond the classroom, in the Work World where failure could result in termination and the loss of a standard of living. (And a life spent sponging off their parents, who hand them stickers for putting their dirty clothes in the hamper.) The truth is, we've created a nation of Johnnies who expect to progress without effort. And now, we see the results: we've failed in creating a next generation of responsible adults who will move this country forward. Instead of whining about the humiliation and trying to forge Mom's signature on our own interims, perhaps it's time to figure out where we went wrong and try to up our grade--and our standards of expectations."
 
What do you think? Is the author of the article correct in her observations or is she over-generalizing?  Either way, I find it frightening. 

Saturday, December 26, 2009

The best gift, ever.

My daughter gave me this letter as a Christmas gift. I'm very proud. And teary. As much as I complain about them, they really are good kids. I'm truly blessed.

Dear Mom,


Merry Christmas! It is impossible to say with words how much you mean to us. You do so much for the whole family and I think that it isn’t recognized enough. The things you do to keep this family together and functioning are incredible that only someone like you can accomplish. You are an amazing mother and every great thing you do for us is acknowledged even though you sometimes may not feel that way.

You’ve made me realize that being a mother is one of the hardest jobs out there. You care for us when we’re sick, you comfort us and give us a shoulder to cry on when we need it, and you’re always optimistic and trying to keep us happy and getting along. We know that we are a tough bunch to control, but you do the best you can and you do a great job of it.

I think it’s amazing how you have so much patience. I see it every day when you care for [the little guy]. I thought about it the other day and I realized that I could probably never do that. Whining, talkative toddlers are the toughest people to have around but you manage to ignore his annoying ways and still love him. You made me realize that you can love us no matter what the circumstances are. I wonder how you stay up late at night with [him] and get up early to help us start our day. It must be so tough on you and I feel like I wish I could help. I do the best I can, but I don’t think it’s good enough compared to what you do.

You’ve also taught me that I can be myself. You’re not like other parents who are stuck to their ways and give their kids so many limits and boundaries that don’t allow them to be who they are. I appreciate that you accept me. I think it’s critical to being yourself if you allow a person to express themselves. I am so grateful for that.

You try your best to give us everything you can to make us happy. You’ve given me so much and I can’t thank you enough. You’ve given me many important things. Not just material things, but things like love, happiness, hope, and knowledge. I thank you for that. I appreciate that you’ve let me continue my passion for horses as hard as it was for you to manage and I acknowledged it every time I climbed up onto a horse’s back. I feel sorry that you weren’t able to have the same opportunity as you love horses just as much as I do.

I think it’s amazing how you talk to everyone like they’re an old friend. You make people feel comfortable around you. I wish I could be like that. I wonder how you are so outgoing and you don’t seem to care of what people think of you. You aren’t afraid of the world, you seem like you don’t feel you need to hide, and that is another one of the many things that amazes me about you.

Through these hard economic times, you have done so much. I can see you try hard to care for our family and get us through it as best as you can. I’ve learned so much through these tough few years and I feel as though I’ve become a better person. I can remember how it was before the economy went downhill. I could get almost anything I wanted. I think about it now and wondered if the economy didn’t crash, how I would be now. I know I probably wouldn’t be the same person. I don’t think it’s so much the economy that’s taught me this as much as you and dad have. I think it’s vital for me to learn and will help me a lot in the future.

You are so intelligent and talented. You are a great artist and writer. I hope I will be able to be as creative and talented as you in the near future and I hope you know that I look up to you.

You’ve given me my insight on life, influenced me greatly, and I appreciate the things you do so much. I can’t imagine life without you and I’m proud to call you my mother. You are one of the most amazing people I’ve ever known and I couldn’t be more thankful to be able to wake up every morning and call you “mom”. Merry Christmas. I love you with all my heart.