Aug 31, 2010
I'm going to go a bit off range here and just discuss something whirling around my head. Apply to writing and let me know about it, seriously.
I joined a small group of sisters online to discuss different spiritual qualities in order to help us all grow in the gospel. The first two weeks were on faith. Many emails burned through the group but almost as one we all bemoaned the fact that we felt we didn't have much faith.
I have had this non-serious health issue for about 10 years. I've had at least two blessings and many fastings and prayers. I keep being told you can be healed if you have faith. In truth, I kinda spiritually shrugged and thought ok I have faith, just do it in your time Father, and I'll live with it until then.
When this opportunity came to share gospel principles, I felt a burning desire to finally reach a point to have faith to be healed (yes I am assuming this came from the Spirit). Today our final day, the group leader sent out a link to a talk by President Hinckley "We Walk by Faith" in the Liahona July 2002. She asked us to comment on what our experiences had been these past two weeks learning about faith.
Here was my answer: What I have learned is what I do not yet know. While this may sound counterproductive, it is not. The beginning of wisdom is knowing what you do not know. The Spirit gently advised me to seek not only out of the best books (talks) or scripture but to kneel and listen to my Heavenly Father. It is a gift of the Spirit and mine to have if I will do this.
I am reminded once again of how much I am loved as a child of God, of how incredibly silly I"ve been to miss this, and how grateful I am I can still learn.
Aug 28, 2010
By Christine Thackeray
So I feel like I'm clipping through my WIP when I go and talk to my brother about it. Mistake. He tells me to go a whole different direction. The only problem is he makes sense. I talk to my critique group. They sort of agree with him. Ack!
Here's the deal. I'm writing a book on Herod the Great. Well, it's actually a series of books starting with him at ten when the Romans take over Jerusalem and covering each major era of his life and the history that created the foundation of the New Testament.
My brother thought it should be like Star Wars and I should start with the Christmas Story when Herod is old, wracked with pain and filled with vengence. By seeing the cracks in Darth Vadar, we become curious how someone could get there and then my next release would be the one with him as a bright young kid.
He's right, isn't he? Good thing the children start school next week. I'm determined to have a completed manuscript by Christmas so I've got to decide by next week. Once the kids enter school, I'm writing full-time from nine to three. That's the plan. What do you think?
Aug 27, 2010
(Tune: Christmas Bells are Ringing)
Editing, editing, here we go!
My manuscript needs shaping.
Finding typos like a pro—
None will be escaping.
Out of point of view, don’t go!
Slice, slice, cut, cut,
Anxious readers waiting!
Editing, editing to refine,
Hoping soon to publish.
Proofing carefully each line,
Delete all the rubbish.
Ousting passive verbs and such,
Adding taste and smell and touch.
Slice, slice, cut, cut,
Publishers are waiting!
Editing, editing page by page,
So the reader will engage
To the tale’s completion.
Dialogue and tenses right
Ditch the chitchat, make it tight.
Slice, slice, cut, cut,
Bookstore shelves are waiting!
Aug 26, 2010
I'm Richy the Banker's daughter.
Only now, I am safe at home and have changed out of my adult care-giver hat and back into my mom-of-teens hat, my wife-of-one hat, and of course my student and writer hats and my favorite grandma hat. Every couple of days, I dig out my gardening hat or reluctantly dust off my housekeeping hat, usually found at the bottom of the laundry pile. While these hats may not look as exciting as my super-sleuthing hat, they are certainly a better fit.
After a nine day stay in Phoenix and my sleuthing experience at the track, it was time to get back to "normal life." Since I had flown to Phoenix on a one-way ticket, my sister-in-law, soon to be housemate, asked if I would be willing and able to drive one of her vehicles back up to Utah. I love win-win situations. I needed a way home and she needed help with the moving. The night before I was to come home, Becky brought me the car and handed me some cash to help pay for the gas. I placed the cash in a certain spot in my wallet so that I could keep track of my expenses. Early the next morning, I pulled into a gas station and handed the cashier the two twenty dollar bills Becky had given me. When the pump failed to start, I headed back to the cashier to see if she pushed the wrong button. The cashier met me at the door.
"Your twenties are counterfeit."
"What are you talking about?" I raced back to the car and grabbed my purse. I had another twenty from cashing a personal check at the credit union. I wanted to compare the bills and find out what the cashier meant by counterfeit. Where in the world would I get phony money? Well, besides at the track trying to collect a debt from a complete stranger. Then I remembered the cash Becky gave me.
"See here?" The cashier held a fake twenty up to the light and pointed her finger at it. "These bills don't have a water mark. You're supposed to be able to see the President's face right here in the lower right-hand corner."
I held up my twenty-dollar-bill from the credit union. Sure enough. There was President Andrew Jackson himself, not only front and center, but hiding in the corner as well. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea. My sister-in-law gave me that money last night. I'm sure she is unaware that this money is counterfeit. I probably should call her and tell her to check the rest of her cash." I handed the cashier good money for the gas. She handed the phony money back to me and I shoved them into my purse.
My mind whirled as I went through the motions of filling the gas tank and cleaning the windshield. Where would Becky get phony money? What do I do with it now? Is the cashier going to call the police? Is it a felony to cross a state line with counterfeit money? I latched my seat belt and dialed Becky on my cell phone.
"Hi! Are you on the road yet?"
"Well, sort of. I had a little problem. The twenties you gave me are fake."
"Oh. Wow. Really? I guess I didn't do as well at my moving sale as I thought I did. I gave you cash from my yard sale stash. I will have to call you back."
I started the car and headed north. By the time I arrived in Vegas, Becky had checked the rest of her money and found no other fakes. We decided that I should send the bills back to Arizona. Becky and her husband had a pretty good idea who had given them the twenties and they were going to turn them in to the police. Then I wondered. Would it be another felony to send fake money in the federal mail?
When I pulled into the driveway, home at last, my anxious husband bounded out the door and towards the car. Aww! He was so worried about me. I'm going to get the best hug. Doug, however, stopped in front of the car and made a frantic gesture for me to pop the hood. As I did so, I heard a loud hissing noise. Doug lifted the hood and did a quick side step to avoid the hot steam billowing from the engine. Someone had removed the cap from the coolant reservoir. I knew angels had attended me in my journey. How else could I have driven across the desert all those miles and not overheated and broken down? I offered a silent, but heartfelt prayer of gratitude.
Then my writer hat prompted another thought. Who removed the cap? Did David forget to put the cap back on after checking the fluids? What if the salesman guy at the track really worked for Austin? Was there a secret message on the counterfeit money and someone was following me, hoping I would break down?
I sense a book in the making!
Aug 25, 2010
So, how can you make money from Twitter? You can use it to generate free advertising, or post some sponsored tweets.
To use Twitter as a marketing tool, look for people with similar interests using the search tool. Remember those #hashtags? Search for them! For example, I have a friend opening a candy store soon (no, it’s not near me, so no freebies). She could search for #sweet, #chocolate, #candy, #sweettooth, and other similar words. Then she can send messages to people on Twitter who have used those hashtags and may be interested in earning money by tweeting her message. This also works for books!
Want to earn money directly from tweets? First, go to http://sponsoredtweets.com/ and sign up. The site will suggest a price per tweet based on your Twitter status. You’ll be asked to pick a category and supply a list of tags—topics that you tweet about. Select a content rating, choose how you want to be notified, say who referred you (I’m @parsonslynn!), and click to register.
Note: Your account needs to be at least two months old and have a minimum of 50 followers to qualify. You’ll be given opportunities when they come up, and you can accept or decline.
Have fun tweeting, and remember I’m @parsonslynn, and I’ll follow you back!
Aug 24, 2010
I have a healthy fear of failure. That's why you don't see me cliff-diving.
But in other areas of life I've decided failure is easy. It's comfortable. It's success that requires work. Success brings expectation. Like writing a book and subsequently having it published. Work, expectation...and people-you-know will read it. I fear that.
First-time author Elana Johnson posted about the fear of success today at her blogspot. She received copy edits and talks about seeing her book in an almost book-like form. We dream of that day, right? But I understand her fear.
On a little bit of a different bent, today I read a blog post by agent Chip MacGregor (posted last March) where he said, "There's this myth in our culture that your mettle will somehow be tested by failure. Baloney. All of us experience some failure, some rejection, some times of being ignored, and we get over it. We have to, since the world keeps going. I don't think our souls are tested all that much by failure...they are tested much more by success." He mentions how the Bible has a myriad of warnings for the rich and powerful, but for the poor and ignored, not so much. (Read blog post here.) So he's saying maybe there's reason to fear it because success will most certainly be a test of our character.
All I know is I'm not worried about my character as much as I'm worried about you reading my book. (Well, not you, but all those other people.)
Which is it for you? Which do you fear more--failure or success?
[and if you missed my Monday (8/23/10) post at valerieipson.blogspot.com, go check it out. I promise it will make your day]
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 22, 2010
As I drown in slip-sliding paper falling toward me and my fingers on the keyboard (most of which I could shred, once I extract the odd computer disk, wedding announcement, and hardback book from the pile), it occurs to me that I could share how I keep track of my word count as I write.
Now understand, this can be as complex or as simple as I want to make it. I can use the Excel chart my friend J. Scott Savage sent me several years ago that nags me incessantly, or I can add and subtract words as I write and edit, or I can keep a simple running tally at the beginning and the end of my writing day. I kind of like the simple style nowadays, so I'll tell you how that last thing works.
I love the 9.5 inch by 6 inch one-subject notebooks for this task. They're not so big as to be in the way, and not so small as to disappear amidst the rubble on my desk. I open it up and draw three equally-spaced lines down the page. This gives me two sections of columns to fill up.
In the left-most column, at the top, I put the date. I can put anything else in the nature of notes in that column, like the times I start and end, the scene or chapter I'm working on, and how many hours I work. I see I have a notation saying slippery elm bark and chamomile tea. Ha! I know what scene that one was!
The second column is where I put the beginning word count opposite the date. If I'm starting fresh, this is zero. If I want to, I can add the word count when I do a save, when I get up for lunch, or what-not (I usually only put down the last three digits, or hundreds). The last figure I put in that column is the final word count of the day, unless I want to do a total of words written underneath it. I finish the day with a horizontal line drawn under all the notes for the day, in both columns.
The other section of two columns is for when I get to the bottom of the page. You knew that, right?
How do you find your word count at the beginning and end of the writing period?
If you're in Word, look for a menu item called Word Count. It might be in the Tools menu. That's where I'd look first, because that's where it is in my ancient Word 2003. Before you click it, highlight all your text. Then click Word Count, and you'll have a rough estimate of your words. I say "rough," because it will count every asterisk (*) and Chapter Heading, but it's good enough for starters. Do this again when you quit for the day, and you have the second count.
Or, you can use the software program I now use, yWriter5, which tells me at the bottom of the main window how many words I write that day, along with the total of words in the project. I put those numbers in my notebook at start and end of day.
yWriter5 and its antecedents were written by novelist and computer programmer Simon Haynes of Australia. He couldn't find a writing software that suited his needs, so he wrote it. He updates it quite often, sometimes to meet suggestions of users, but it's a lean program written to use few resources of your machine. It even runs off a flash drive, so it's highly portable.
You can find yWriter5 at http://www.spacejock.com (Hal Spacejock is the hero of Simon's futuristic sci-fi series). There are several other useful programs to be found there, as well as a link to the new how-to wiki created by the folks in the next paragraph.
This software is free, not only no-cost, but free of nasty surprises like virii, Trojan horses, and other malware. There's an active community of users in a Google group who support each other. The old hands answer the questions of the newbies, and Simon occasionally pops in, too.
Can you tell I like yWriter5? Let's see how many converts I can make. Let's see, |||...
Aug 21, 2010
Blogging is a way to connect with other people, and to share experiences and knowledge. I have learned so much about life, read great examples of faith and love, and learned tons about the writing process from technique to queries to publishing and life after publishing. It's also an avenue or tool to support each other and to lift and buoy up the weary.
Oh sure, we can waste time surfing blogs when we should be catching up on our chores, writing or even sleeping. Yes, some blogs are nothing more than sheer entertainment. (Beats TV, if you ask me, and if you didn't, too bad, this is my blog post.) Just like everything else in life . . . balance in all things.
What say you, dear reader of this blog? YAY or NAY. Is blogging really writing?
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 19, 2010
Help me help you. I say that phrase a lot these days; whether it is in reference to helping my mom sit up or trying to diagnose her current need. I tell her, “pull on me and I’ll pull on you.” When the person seeking help does their part, the person helping has a much easier time. With moving I try to make it easy on people I ask to drive a load of boxes or deal with the house. How does this relate to anyone else’s’ situation? When we ask for assistance from a critique friend, editor or even God; the more we give the more they have to work with and can give back.
Aug 18, 2010
Something about school supplies and fall fashions in the stores and I get nostalgic. I think the student part of me loves learning and gets excited -even though I'm not the one returning to school. Of course, being the mom of kids going back to school, I appreciate some order resuming to our household routine. But this is not a blog post about how nice it is to have a (partially) quiet house or a pantry that isn't raided every hour, on the hour. I happen to love spending time with my children over their summer break and I also love when a new school year begins.
I realize no ball dropped in Times Square, and we didn't count down at midnight on the First Day of School Eve. But I have caught myself in reflective moods, taking stock. Sort of the way I feel around the first week of January. Making a mental inventory of my projects and goals. And I think I figured out why I love the back to school time of year (and it's not just because of the bargains!) I love beginnings and all their possibilities. I know beginning some things are more daunting than others - starting a new school, learning a new skill or hobby, moving to a new state. But tucked away behind the apprehensiveness and fear is the possibility, all the things that could happen, the hope of something grand. So, in honor of the new school year, begin something new, even if its as simple as using a new notebook for your journal - imagine the possibilities!
Aug 17, 2010
I'm not sure what brought this on, but I've gone into 80s mode lately. Maybe because for the most part I loved the 80s. So I'm throwing out this writing exercise this guy at William & Mary had us do in his creative writing class. So put on your tights, your headband, play Manic from Flashdance and do this exercise.
Take a seashell and look at it and then write everything it evokes. Then read your response. If you spent time describing it, that's your favored forte. You like descriptions. If your words evoke memories of being on a beach, a special day, a special moment, you are into safe sweet memories. If you pragmatically wrote the scientific aspects of the shell, then you are into techno writing. If you wrote what you would do with the shell (hold it up to your ear) or how you found the shell, you are an action oriented writer.
It was a very eye-opening experience for all of us. I discovered I was action oriented. And all these years later, I find, I still am.
Have fun with it. And if you need an interpretation, just ask.
Aug 16, 2010
Writing a book involves much more than developing a plot that gets the reader from point A to point B. Everyone loves a good plot twist, but it is not always easy to come up with creative, yet plausible, ones. It helps if authors try to look at the problem presented by their plot in different ways. Here is a list of various strategies that can be used in problem solving; you have probably already used some (if not many) of them. But by trying to use new problem-solving strategies, you might just find new ideas worth writing about.
Aug 15, 2010
From the time I was a young girl, words have fascinated me and provided hours of entertainment. Often, when I was delaying my chores or when it was way past my bedtime and I still couldn’t pull myself away from my preferred pastime, I heard—so many times, in fact, that it still rings in my ears—the chiding from my mom or dad to “get your nose out of that book.”
I was almost glad for the few times when I was sick enough to miss school, because all I needed was a piece of paper and a pencil and I could spend hours writing down all the short words I could make by rearranging the letters in a longer word or phrase, like “Mississippi” or “Happy Birthday.” Or, I’d pick and ending, like “-at” or “-ight” and list as many words as I could think of with those endings.
It wasn’t until a little later in life that I realized words needed to be looked at as more than simple entertainment—or a way to escape my Saturday chores.
Over the years, I’ve come to realize the importance of my “working” words—and I am grateful for the opportunities I have as a freelance writer and editor to do something I love while still providing a roof over my head.
Even more than that, however, I’ve also learned that words have a place in our very salvation. “For our words will condemn us, yea, all our works will condemn us and we shall not be found spotless,” we are told in Alma 12:14.
Of course, words would be important to a Father whose words directed the process set the very planets in orbit … and to a Son, who was referred to as “the Word” who was “made flesh and dwelt among us."
In fashioning our conversations and our writings—and in every other thing we do—we are encouraged to look to Christ—and especially to the words of Christ.
In Alma 37:45, the words of Christ are compared to the Liahona, the “director” that was provided in the wilderness.
“And for just as surely as this director did bring our father, by following its course to the promised land, shall the words of Christ, if we follow their course, carry us beyond this vale of sorrow into a far better land of promise.”
I still love to play word games and I still love to read into the wee hours of the morning, but I’ve also learned to treasure and even to feast at times, on the words of the master wordsmith…and I love, indeed, what He continues to write on the tables of my heart!
Aug 12, 2010
I love hats. As a teenager I owned several different kinds of hats, despite their unpopularity among the "fashionable" crowd. I often wished I had grown up in an earlier era when a woman never left the house without donning her favorite chapeau. Lately, however, I have been contemplating the figurative hats that we wear: daughter, sister, wife, mother, aunt, grandmother, friend, cook, housekeeper, employee/employer, chauffeur, activities director, health care specialist, teacher, and many, many others.
I've had fun wearing a variety of those hats this summer as a parade of children and grandchildren visited our home. Last week I tried on a new hat. Dad, who has been caring for my disabled mother for nearly twenty years, suddenly needed a caregiver of his own. Picture in your mind a three-year-old clomping down the sidewalk in her mother's much too large heels and an over-sized floppy hat that keeps slipping over her eyes. I feel like that little girl as I try to wear this new "adult care-giver" hat.
As each day passes, the fit gets a little better. A sense of humor is by far one of the best "sizers." I flew to Phoenix Saturday evening. While Dad still manifested many of the symptoms of a recovering stroke patient, confusion, weakness, speech deficiency, etc., I could tell he was determined to regain his health and independence. Early Monday morning Dad told me he needed me to take him somewhere.
"Where do you want to go Dad?"
"I need you to take me to the track."
"Why do you want to go to the track?"
" I need you to take me to the track because I need to find Austin. He owes me $43.00 and I need to collect before he loses it."
"OK, Dad. At nine o'clock, I'll take you to the track."
Mom overheard the conversation and motioned for me to come talk to her. She informed me that Dad was still under home-health services and was not allowed to leave the house except for doctor appointments and a church service. Oh. Dad growled a bit and announced that he really needed to collect the money from Austin.
"Dad, do you want me to go to the track for you? You could describe Austin to me and tell me where to find him."
Dad's countenance brightened as he gave me directions to the track and a description of the man who owed him the money. "Austin's a big, obese guy with adenoid problems. You can't miss him. They know me down there as Richey, the Banker. You tell him you're Richey the Banker's daughter and you're there to collect the money he owes me."
I found the keys to my parents' mini van and made the two-mile drive to the race track. The nearly empty parking lot created a bit of apprehension. What was I thinking? I was looking for a complete stranger in order to collect a gambling debt. All the murder mystery novels I've read came flooding back to my mind as I got out of the car and followed the sidewalk. What if...? An older gentleman wearing a western shirt, jeans and cowboy boots came out through the big glass doors of the clubhouse entrance. He tipped his hat and gave me a half smile as he passed by. The breath I had been holding whooshed out. I told myself to stop letting my imagination run away. I took another deep breath and made my way up the escalator and turned to the right, just like Dad told me. He said I could find Austin at a table in the far corner, against the windows. Only Austin wasn't there. None of the tables in front of the windows had occupants. A gentleman's voice echoed in the nearly empty clubhouse. I walked around a pillar and spotted the source of the voice.
"Can I help you?" the man asked as I approached. He stood and closed his cell phone. He had a pleasant enough countenance despite the salesman schmooze I heard him using on the phone. I felt safe asking for his help. Another man walked came into the room and stood nearby. At least I had a witness, or maybe not. What if they were together? Perspiration dripped down the middle of my back.
"Yes. Thank you. Do you know if Austin is here?"
"Why would you be looking for Austin?" His tone of voice emphasized the "you" and "Austin" in such a way that I began once again to doubt the wisdom of my errand.
"He doesn't owe you any money, does he?" The second man stood staring at me, his arms crossed in front, as they both waited for my answer.
"I'm Richey, the Banker's daughter and he's laid up and can't leave the house. He sent me to collect from Austin."
"Richey who?" The salesman frowned in confusion trying to place "Richey the Banker."
The other man's head snapped back in recognition. "Oh! Are you talking about Richard? I know Richard."
"Yes, I'm Richard's daughter. He told me what to say to Austin and ask for the money."
"Austin stiffs everybody. He stiffed me three different times. If I was you, I'd go get some cash and just tell your dad that you collected. Tell you what, if we see Austin, we'll even try to collect for your Dad."
Relieved, I nodded, expressed my thanks, and hurried out of the clubhouse as quickly as I could. I climbed into the car and started the engine. A blast of cold air from the vent chilled my sweaty body and made me shiver. I put on my seat belt and sat back in the chair. The previous five minutes replayed through my mind. Richey the Banker's daughter? Really? I giggled. How ridiculous had I looked to those guys in there? Of course, you know what I thought next. Some day this will be a scene in a book...you know...house wife and grandmother of 14 becomes super sleuth. Picture a cross between "Murder, She Wrote" and "Charlie's Angels." It could happen! Now all I need to do is pick the color of hat I want to wear.
Aug 11, 2010
By now, you should have set up your Twitter account and even found some followers. Good for you!
Wondering about all those tweets containing words with a # sign in front of them? Like #blogpost. Those are called hashtags, and they have two purposes. One is to help people search for tweets on a certain subject, like #ldsstorymakers. The other is to provide commentary and humor. For example, I could tweet about adventures with my grandkids and include hashtags like #tiredgrandma, #havingtoomuchfun, or #canItakeanap. It's a way to insert a little personality into your 140 characters.
One common hashtag is #FF or #FollowFridays. That means you post a tweet starting with #FF and list by name all the people you think are worth following. This leads other people to follow those you listed, and someone may actually suggest people follow you. This is a great way to increase your followers.
So, now you've tried out some hashtags, sent a #FF tweet, and your list of followers is growing. Look on the right hand side of your home page, and you may see some people Twitter suggests you follow. This is based on the people you already follow, and who they are following. As your list grows, you may decide to weed out the people you follow who don't follow you back.
There are several programs that can help you decide how to narrow your list. I've used Twitter Karma, available at http://dossy.org/twitter/karma/. Yes, it's free! Just log in, and it will show you how reciprocal your Twitter relationships are. You can hand select who to unfollow or blow them off in bulk.
OK, you have your homework cut out for you. Next month, how to monetize your Twitter account. Don't worry, I'll be the guinea pig!
Until then, remember I'm @parsonslynn, and if you follow me, I'll follow you!
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 9, 2010
|Super Hero or Super Scary?|
Aug 8, 2010
The last few weeks have been exciting, brutal, horrendous, tender, and very interesting.
Some of the events included a writers' retreat (you've heard a lot about that here and on other blogs), a visit to the cardiologist, getting kick-started on my novel, a death in the family, a funeral, a malware attack on my desktop computer, and cutting back on my volunteer activities.
I think I should write contemporary horror novels! It's now what I know.
Aug 7, 2010
The picture of the frog does have something to do with this blog. Read on and find out.
I returned home a week ago from the ANWA Writers Retreat. It was amazing. Three days of being surrounded by women writers of my same beliefs. If you’re a writer, you know how wonderful it is to have heart to heart talks with other writers.
They get it.
They get that characters talk in your head and sometimes you have to get out of bed to jot down what they are saying or doing.
They get it that some of your characters won’t leave you alone until you write about them even though you’re working on a different story.
They get that sometimes you are so deeply involved in your story that half the night’s gone before you climb into bed.
They know that a WIP is not “whip” misspelled but a Work In Progress.
They now that POV stands for point of view.
They know the rest of the lingo including things like; protagonist, antagonist, query, homonyms, synonyms, emotional curve, hooks, pacing and info dump.
Writers are proud of their rejection letters and even host contest to see who has received the most in one year.
Writers know all about the angst of getting a character out of horribly tough situations that they themselves put them in.
Yes, it was fabulous to be with ladies writers that walk the walk and talk the talk and write the words. Thank you my dear writing friends of ANWA. What a glorious time it was to be with you.
Now, about that frog. It rained --no poured and flooded the "Bunk House" downstairs on Friday at the Retreat. Krista, Tiffany, Siciley and I had a blast (okay maybe that's stretching it) scooping and tossing buckets of the wet stuff from the window well amongst all the BLACK WIDOW SPIDERS! We slogged back into the cabin soaked to the skin, chilled to the bones and a wee bit exhausted. Lovely Anna had fixed us hot chocolate by melting some of the chocolate from the goodies table. I thought our trials were over. Alas . . . it was not to be. In the middle of the night I woke up to thumping on the walls in my room. I knew there must be some creepy murdering type character out in the hall, but had too much pride to call out for help. After all, the ever famous Janette Rallison, Donna Hatch, Sarah Eden and Carroll Morris were just across the hall. I had to save some face. I really think I just didn't want to end up in one of their books so I mustered all of my inner bravery, and turned on the bed side lamp. There was a little three inch frog jumping up and down, trying to find his way out. Only thing I can figure is that the frogs were seeking higher and dryer ground. Rather than wake any of the others, I went on a frog hunt. Thank goodness they weren't BLACK WIDOWS or I would have made Aimee handle them. Frogs are actually kind of cute.
Hoppy writing. Waa Waa Waa
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 5, 2010
Help I have been hijacked. Or rather my agenda has been unexpectedly rearranged. My neighbor came over to help me with my yard. I need the help so while I had hoped to do that Sat. or even Mon., out I went. I managed to negotiate a truce with the weed eater. (We have never been friends.) So while my mom felt neglected and I am not posting my blog until night the yard is looking 500% better thanks to my kind neighbor.
I quick did some survival shopping and my mom is so happy to have company she is chatting like a Kathy doll. I am behind on so many fronts. Yesterday I asked my sister for a favor. It probably derailed some of her plans. I had to reschedule a dentist appointment this week. I am sure it upset their plans. I find that if I am prepared in most areas a change or setback in one area is not a big deal. If I keep my perspective that things can be cleaned and that health and safety are what is important; I find I am more flexible. But when I am already behind something small slows me down exponentially, or totally changes my course. Emotionally I find that if I am already off center something insignificant on another day can send me over the edge. It seems balance and preparedness like the ten virgins lead to reduced stress and success. What have you done to bring flexibility and control to your life?
Aug 4, 2010
Have you ever tried to force a plant to grow? Or a flower to bloom? Or force fruit to ripen? Have you ever tried to force inspiration? That doesn't work so well either. I wasn't exactly trying to force inspiration for this blog post --I just got excited when I had an opportunity to visit the gardens at Thanksgiving Point yesterday. I planned to wander the beautiful grounds there and come home with ample analogies for nurturing the inner writer like a gardener might nurture his flower beds.
It was Two-Buck Tuesday, so I brought my children. We arrived and the place was packed. We were there no more than six minutes when my four year-old said, "Can we go home to Grandma's pool?" Of course we stayed, having just driven numerous miles and paid admission. But my time there was not the leisurely, contemplative kind. I spent the next few hours helping my child stay engaged in the vibrant outdoors. The vibrant, hot, humid and crowded outdoors. Oh, isn't that what summer family vacations are for?
The gardens were great for a day trip with my children. Had the conditions been different, I might have been struck with ideas for writing. But maybe not. Those inspiring ideas are like the gardens --they bloom when they are ready --not always when we are.
As for nurturing the inner writer, this is my conclusion: Take your kids to the gardens (or any other lovely place) to nurture them. Buy a 15 cent notebook at any school supply sale and take it and yourself anywhere you'd like . . . and write.
Aug 3, 2010
As Gospel Doctrine teacher, I have the privilege of learning a doctrinal lesson every week. There's nothing like having to teach to make you study. This last Sunday's lesson was on Elijah. I felt that the focus for the class should be on waiting out the whirlwind, the earthquake and the fire for the still small voice.
As I prepared my lesson, I felt the Spirit testifying to me about the importance of the whirlwind, the earthquake and the fire. Today we could liken them to diva drama (guys have this too, they just don't like to admit it), the emotionally charged moment and moral confusion.
In pondering the significance of this lesson both to Elijah and to us, I thought about an experience I had years ago with a close friend. We were writing a story and she wanted a certain type of love scene which the plot seem to call for while I was uncomfortable with it. We struggled to find a solution. It ended with a plot change that drained all our enthusiam for the story.
I've read this blog for years and the same moral confusion seems to rise up. Perhaps we should wait out the whirlwind, the earthquake and the fire to hear the still small voice that will surely guide us to the best option.
The message of the Elijah also seemed to include waiting for the best not settling for less.
Aug 2, 2010
I just got back from vacation and am exhausted, so I have decided to post portions of an article recently published in the Los Angeles Times, titled Apple's Tablet and the Future of Literature (by Daniel Akst). Sorry for being so lazy, but I have been very interested recently by what appears to be a siesmic shift in the publishing industry, not to mention the implications it will have for authors around the world. I hope you find this as interesting as I have.
Literature has always relied on technology. We wouldn't have the Dead Sea Scrolls had the ancients failed to invent papyrus, just as we wouldn't have "The Da Vinci Code" if Gutenberg hadn't come out with movable type.
Technology has also abetted literature by enabling the wealth and leisure that fueled the rise of the popular press -- and allowed for such luxuries as a class of professional writers and a large campus establishment devoted to the literary arts.
It is important to bear in mind that technology is not the sworn enemy of literature as Apple prepares (according to frantic rumor) to unveil its much-anticipated new tablet computer on Jan. 27. Still, the collision of technology and literature in this case may well prove explosive.
A well-designed Apple tablet, embedded in the right business model, has the potential to blow up the book business as we know it, ultimately upending the whole rickety edifice of publishers, booksellers and agents, much as the digital revolution (and Apple) have done to the music business.
It's been clear for a while, of course, that the future of text is digital. And an Apple tablet wouldn't be the first of its kind. Amazon's Kindle is almost synonymous with dedicated electronic readers, and others have appeared recently as well.
But these devices are relatively primitive. By comparison, the iPhone and its iPod Touch sibling are already remarkably good reading machines while doing so much more as well. Equipped with a 10-inch screen and sold for the right price, the formidable tablet will force competitors to ramp up their game.
These new tablets will give ink on paper a powerful nudge into history's wastebasket, helping to remake not just books but newspapers, magazines and other material we've traditionally consumed in print.
The result will be a seismic change in the literary culture. Ubiquitous tablets will make books cheaper and more readily available, even as physical bookstores follow Tower Records into oblivion. Lending libraries will have to figure out a new mission; the time is not far off when the typical 10-year-old will have the equivalent of the Library of Alexandria in her backpack.
Tablets will also change the nature of books. The reliably fixed quality of ink on paper is being replaced by the protean nature of bytes, introducing an element of impermanence into the written record of civilization, as some scholars have already complained.
Aug 1, 2010
The Japanese named it, Toyota adopted it, and most writers seem to have it instinctively.
Called “kaizen,” it comes from the Japanese word for "improvement" or "change for the better."
This philosophy of focusing on continuous improvement has been referred to particularly in manufacturing, engineering, business and management practices. Companies, like Toyota, who have made kaizen a standard practice, use it as a way to improve production and simplify processes. Most of all, though, kaizen emphasizes people and their contributions. So, companies that apply this philosophy look for ways to continue to improve functions while involving all employees from the CEO to the assembly line workers—making their bottom line better, while maintaining the human side of their business.
When kaizen is applied, employees are to be on constant alert, looking for ways to improve and to help make others’ jobs easier. Front line workers are to watch for anything that doesn’t seem to be working right or flowing smoothly, and then, to suggest changes and modifications. Those on the shipping or packaging end of things are encouraged to consider the complete picture and recommend ways to help things move along better.
Okay, no need to belabor the industrial view of kaizen. My point is, it’s a philosophy that is deeply imbedded in most writers as well. It’s pretty obvious, don’t you think? Writers seem to have an instinct, a fundamental drive that pushes them to improve themselves and to contribute to the world around them.
As writers, we look, not for changes that simply get the job done, but ways to “change for the better,” by continually improving our plots, making our characters come to life, and struggling to find the exact word that conveys the meaning and emotion our stories need. Ultimately, our goal is writers is to make the process of communication, of conveying human emotions and resolutions, in ways that will flow most smoothly and elicit the most favorable responses from our end users.
Our internal kaizen instincts drive us to read others’ writing, to attend writers’ conferences (by the way, GREAT job to those who put together the ANWA Retreat) and to struggle to put ourselves in touch with the most effective muse we can find.
While every writer has those kernels of desire, some have revved up their drive and formalized their processes so they seem to be hitting on all cylinders, producing and publishing work that is better and more widely received all the time.
Unfortunately, looking at the Toyota’s among us, some get a bit discouraged and forget that a minor tune-up of even a paragraph or two a day will get them moving along on their own kaizen process.
Sometimes it’s a little thing that will get us regenerated and refocused. A critique that gives us new ideas, a manuscript sent to a publisher, or something completely non-writing related that spurs us on. Sometimes, it’s other people’s words that remind us to get back in there and find wonderful ways to use our own.
For me, Valerie Ipson’s keynote at the ANWA Retreat was that kind of catalyst, as were two other great quotes I read this week. In Red Means Go, Carl Taylor says “When you apply consistent daily practice, your life is going to change dramatically.”
And, a Scottish Proverb reminds us, “What may be done at any time, will be done at no time.”
With that, my own kaizen process now has a plan for the coming weeks, with specific writing times, a project goal…and, most of all, a desire to take a step or two forward in this process of continual improvement!