Saturday, January 31, 2009

Okay, that's it....

I've officially had it with winter.

Snow, I can handle.

But ice?

Fuggedabout it!!!

Yesterday I went to the grocery store.

When I came back, I couldn't get into my driveway.

My driveway slopes uphill and is A TOTAL SHEET OF ICE.

I had to leave the car at the end of the driveway.

I got out of the car.

I tried to walk across the driveway to get into the house.

I HAD TO CRAWL, PEOPLE!!

CRAWL!

I'm not kidding you.

Can you even picture it? There I am - a grown woman - crawling across my driveway.

And to make the picture even more colorful:

I was SLIDING DOWN THE DRIVEWAY even while I was crawling!!!

I think I'm ready to play shuffleboard with the blue-hairs in Boca.....

Friday, January 30, 2009

Phoebe is home!

Hooray! Phoebe is home.

But still not out of the woods.

It's going to be a long couple of weeks.

Here's the scoop in a nutshell: She has a mass on her brain. It could be cancer. BUT, it could be an inflammation that is treatable.

The problem is that it's going to take a few weeks to see if she responds to the treatment she just went through (which would mean it's the inflammation and not cancer).

So other than looking pretty scary with a stapled incision and a catheter in her head, she is doing terrific. Alert and hungry. (Three days ago she was practically comatose!)

So I'm dipping my toes back into the universe that is life - and even writing a little today.

It's nice to be back.

Oh - and thank you to everyone who left those nice comments and who sent good vibes out into the universe!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Facebook

So, I had a moment of temporary (I hope) insanity and set up a Facebook page.

I have no idea why, except that (in the words of Geek Girl Sarah Miller) "all the cool kids are doing it." (Note: She said this in reference to something else, which of course I can't remember, but I guess it was something cool.)

Now I'm wondering what the heck I'm supposed to do with the thing.

I suddenly have all these wonderful friends - which I'm very happy about....

...but now I'm feeling like I should be doing something for all those friends....

....like baking brownies or whipping up batches of margaritas or something.

So, if you write something on my wall or poke me or whatever the heck you do on that thing and I don't respond, it's not because I don't like you.

It's just because I don't know what I'm doing.

And bless Mitali Perkins's heart for suggesting that I add my blog feed or whatever it is she called it. I actually managed to do it.

To complicate matters, I'm kind of spinning out of control due to the illness of my beloved Phoebe, so my head is a-spin (is that a word? It should be.) and I just can't deal with Facebook panic at the moment.

So, have patience with me, Friends.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

My life on hold

Thanks so much to everyone who sent good vibes and kind words for my dog, Phoebe.

She is still in intensive care at the veterinary hospital.....

....so my life is kind of on hold at the moment.

My universe has gotten off its orbit a little bit. Know what I mean?

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Good vibes

Okay, I know everybody has ALA awards on the brain, but I need you to take one millisecond to send a MAJOR GOOD MOJO VIBE out into the universe for my beloved Phoebe, who is pretty sick and needs good vibes.

Okay?

Thanks.


Progress report

Friday, January 23, 2009

Those amazing fifth graders

I present the following - word for word - excerpts from biographies written by fifth graders.

These are the first drafts!

This one was a biography of the student's grandmother:

It was September 19, 1939 in Wanne Eickel, Germany and many sounds could be heard. The pitter patter of rain on the decorative shop windows. The clip clop of the horses’ feet on the depressing gray cobblestone streets and an unusual laugh of a tiny baby.


I love the choppy cadence of the next one. It's a student's biography of her father, who grew up in Kenya:

On a hot summer day, picking out weeds. Hearing the chickens. Bock bock bock. The goats munching on bright green grass and milk splashing down into the silver rusty bucket. Plop plop plop. Corn stalks taller than him and the small vegetable garden.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Video reviews

I love those Diary of a Wimpy Kid books - but even more than that, I love that a kids' book that is so funny and "boy-friendly" has become such a hit.

How great is this:





Thanks to Galleycat for the link.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Fourth File Foto

Heather over at Needles and Pens tagged me for a fun photo meme.

The point is to go to your fourth photo folder (on your computer), choose the fourth photo, and write about it.

Here is my fourth photo:


This is the grave of a dog named Loud that was in the coon dog cemetery in Mynot, Alabama.

A few years ago, my husband and son and I went on a week-long roadtrip through the South (Tennessee, Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana).

Seeking all of the significant cultural and educational hotspots, we visited such sites as:

The Cross Garden in Prattville, Alabama.

(Note: The only other person I've ever known who has also visited this highly cultural and educational hotspot is author Kerry Madden.)

The birthplace of Elvis in Tupelo, Mississippi

Colonel Poole's BBQ and Pig Hall of Fame in Elijay, Georgia

(Note: The only other person I've ever known who has also visited this highly cultural and educational hotspot is author Stacy DeKeyser.)

And.....

the Coon Dog Cemetery in Mynot, Alabama.

Now, here's the noteworthy thing about that: it plays a significant role in my next book, The Small Adventure of Popeye and Elvis.


Note to the IRS: See? I told you this was a research trip that qualified for a tax write-off!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Writing Tip Tuesday

Remember that Gloria Estefan song, The Rhythm is Gonna Get You?

[This video takes a couple of seconds to start...patience....]




Dang.!

She makes me want to be a hot, Cuban chick.

But, um, I guess that's not gonna happen.

So...anyway...

Rhythm of writing is important to me.

I know when the rhythm is off.

I know when something is needed to make the rhythm better.

I almost NEVER leave blanks in drafts - you know, typing in [INSERT SOMETHING HERE LATER].

I hate doing that.

But sometimes, I just have to.

I know something is needed and I just can't come up with the perfect thing but I need to get on with the writing.

And often, that something has to do with rhythm.

For instance, in my work-in-progress novel, there is a scene where the main character and his friends are looking for something beside a railroad track.

Here's what I wrote:

They found a bicycle wheel with broken spokes.
They found a bullet-riddled stop sign.

They found the bent-up frame of an aluminum lawn chair.

They found a mildewed, mud-covered sofa cushion.

They found a grocery cart with two missing wheels.

They found cinder blocks and broken bottles and ____.


I knew that the last sentence needed three things to make the rhythm right.

But I just couldn't think of the third thing....

...so I left a blank.

Which is what made me think about rhythm in writing.

(By the way, I did later fill in that blank with rusty cans.)

But now that I look at that, I'm thinking I have too many sentences - I should delete one - or maybe even two...but, dang, I like all those things.

I hate murdering my darlings.

Anyway...

Here's another example.

I spent quite a while on the following paragraph because, once again, I knew I needed three sentences (after the first one), each starting with an -ing verb:

Maybe he should be swimming freely around Graham Pond. Gliding gracefully through the water. Floating among the rotting oak leaves that had settled on the surface. Sunning lazily on the moss-covered logs along the edges.

I also knew that the word logs needed an adjective.

It was just a rhythm thing.

So here's my point: Pay attention to the rhythm of your writing. Some writing voices/styles have more rhythm than others - but no matter what your voice is, there is some sort of rhythm in there.

Maybe it's the balance of short and long sentences.

Maybe it's the length of paragraphs or even chapters.

Maybe it's the word choice.

Maybe it's all of the above.

Write with an ear to your own personal rhythm and learn to recognize when it is "off."

The rhythm is gonna get you.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Forest vs Trees


I was delighted to hear from a number of teachers regarding my post about dead matter.

Some of them wanted to share this part of the writing process with their students, which I think is a great idea.

So I thought it might also be helpful to clarify, for those students or anyone else not familiar with the book-making process, the difference between the job of the editor and the job of the copyeditor.

That stack of papers in the photo of that blog post represents manuscript pages that came w-a-a-a-y into the process of creating that book - long after the initial story first came to life.

To fast forward through the first stages of creating a book:
1. I get a brilliant idea for a story.
2. I write the first draft of that story.
3. I read it 4,583 times, each time changing words, adding words, moving words, fixing words.
4. Another draft, another draft, another draft.
5. I finally get it "right" and send it to my publishing company.

The first person at the publishing company to get her mitts on the manuscript is the editor.

The editor is the person who helps me with the story.

She questions the characters' motivations for their actions.

She tells me the parts that don't make sense or are confusing.

She wonders if I really need a particular scene.

She helps me clarify my vision of the story and then helps that story become the one I envisioned.

(And she manages to do this without hurting my feelings, making me cry, or causing me to eat large quantities of Oreo cookies.)

A big job.

Here's an example that comes to mind while working on Greetings from Nowhere:

I knew I wanted to write a multiple viewpoint story. And I wanted to write some of the same scenes as seen through the eyes of different characters.

It worked for a while.

But about halfway through the manuscript, there was a scene that involved Willow and Loretta washing lawn chairs at the motel.

I wrote that scene twice - thru the eyes of two different characters.

My editor told me that when she got to that scene the second time, she felt frustrated. She felt like she had already "been there/done that" - that I was simply repeating the same thing.

She felt that this slowed the story down.

She wanted the story to keep moving forward instead of spinning in the same place.

I was disappointed.

I felt like I had failed in some way.

But......she was right.

That second version of the same scene was unnecessary. It did slow the story down.

It just didn't work.

I got rid of it....

....and the story moved forward and was stronger and better.

That's what editors do - they see the forest. (They care about the trees, of course, but the forest is the focus initially.)

After the story becomes as right as we can make it, it moves along through the process until it eventually gets to the copyeditor.

The copyeditor is the one who sees the trees - the little things, like I pointed out in the dead matter post.

The shoe had one hole on page 91 and two holes on page 189.

I used the word "little" three times in one paragraph.

Shouldn't I try to think of other ways to say "every now and then"?

They see the trees.

Some folks look at the forest.

Some folks look at the trees.

It takes a village to make a book.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Saturday, January 17, 2009

I'm trying

When I started my African drumming lessons, I had no idea I was going to also be doing some African SINGING.

Hey, I'm trying....really....I'm trying.

This is a short recording from my last class.

I dare you...try it.....