So, I was thinking of doing NaNoWriMo again this year. Maybe "win" it for a change by actually making the 50k word goal. And I had planned to do that by finishing Vesta and then, if I had word count left, I'd start something else. But I didn't have a something else to start.
That's where Evil Editor comes in. On his blog he is issuing a challenge to the minions. Go to a random number generator site. Set it to pick 5 numbers between 1 and 562. Take those numbers and find the Face-Lifts that go with them in EE's archives (the hardest part of the whole thing). Each will have 5 fake plots to go with the title and one real plot from a query letter. When you're done, you'll have 25 fake plots to choose from. You'll have to scan the query letter to see which is the real plot. Often, they are much worse than any of the fake ones. Pick one, make sure it's not listed on NaNo Prep 1 list and submit it in the comments section of that post. Then on November 1st, start a writin'.
Whaddya think?
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Just Tell The Damn Story, Part 1
Over on Ali's blog she has been talking about what she took away from seeing Neil Gaiman in person and from looking at the nuts and bolts of his writing in The Graveyard Book. And the "it doesn't have to be perfect" lesson is a great one. One I have had to remind myself of most of my life. There is a reason that so many half-finished projects--not just writing but quilting, embroidery, sketches, knitting, etc.--are strewn around my house.
My big lesson from the experience? Just tell the damn story! I've said this to other people in critiques. A couple of them in particular. And it's always been for writing around the story. For trying to be clever to the point of obscuring any real nugget that might move the plot forward. Now don't get me wrong. I've talked before about how much I love literary writing. The "pretty" of writing. But, as with people, pretty that has no real heart, soul or brain gets damn dull after a while. After a very short while, usually.
But it also applies to my own writing. Or lack thereof. Because I stall out when I feel I'm not writing it right. "Maybe this would be told better in 1st person--or maybe I should include a flashback. Wait! Flashbacks are bad, right? But sometimes they're okay. Or I should change the main character. Or the setting. Or or or or." And I don't do anything. But if I'd quit looking at the perfect and just told the damn story that's in my head, I wouldn't have those problems. I'd probably have other ones, but that's okay. Clean it up later, right?
When Mr. Gaiman uses "to be" verbs, I believe it's because that's the way people tell stories to each other. "Once upon a time, there was a little girl who . . ." "I was at the Neil Gaiman reading the other night and . . ." And he is a storyteller. And, yes, they can be overdone, but that's what revision is for. To take out the ones that don't work. I just think we need to be mindful of the ones that do and be brave enough to leave them in. Forget about that critique group in our heads, who may even be worse than the Heckler.
Now, I'm probably the biggest offender when it comes to marking up things like passive voice and adverbs and the like, including "to be" verbs. And as a part of a critique group, it may be my job to point out overuse. But I think we all need to be aware of when we're overdoing the critiques too.
So, Just Tell The Damn Story is my new mantra. When I'm stuck. When I'm confused. When I don't feel like working. Just Tell The Damn Story.
My big lesson from the experience? Just tell the damn story! I've said this to other people in critiques. A couple of them in particular. And it's always been for writing around the story. For trying to be clever to the point of obscuring any real nugget that might move the plot forward. Now don't get me wrong. I've talked before about how much I love literary writing. The "pretty" of writing. But, as with people, pretty that has no real heart, soul or brain gets damn dull after a while. After a very short while, usually.
But it also applies to my own writing. Or lack thereof. Because I stall out when I feel I'm not writing it right. "Maybe this would be told better in 1st person--or maybe I should include a flashback. Wait! Flashbacks are bad, right? But sometimes they're okay. Or I should change the main character. Or the setting. Or or or or." And I don't do anything. But if I'd quit looking at the perfect and just told the damn story that's in my head, I wouldn't have those problems. I'd probably have other ones, but that's okay. Clean it up later, right?
When Mr. Gaiman uses "to be" verbs, I believe it's because that's the way people tell stories to each other. "Once upon a time, there was a little girl who . . ." "I was at the Neil Gaiman reading the other night and . . ." And he is a storyteller. And, yes, they can be overdone, but that's what revision is for. To take out the ones that don't work. I just think we need to be mindful of the ones that do and be brave enough to leave them in. Forget about that critique group in our heads, who may even be worse than the Heckler.
Now, I'm probably the biggest offender when it comes to marking up things like passive voice and adverbs and the like, including "to be" verbs. And as a part of a critique group, it may be my job to point out overuse. But I think we all need to be aware of when we're overdoing the critiques too.
So, Just Tell The Damn Story is my new mantra. When I'm stuck. When I'm confused. When I don't feel like working. Just Tell The Damn Story.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Mr. Neil Gaiman
What to say about last night?
It could be lack of sleep, but the whole thing is kinda jumbled together in my mind. Mainly impressions.
--Neil is shorter than I expected, but I expected he'd be shorter than he looks in pictures. If that makes any sense.
--He's quite at home on the stage. Not fakey comfortable like I did at AI, but really comfortable.
--A great reader. Does voices and everything.
--Manages to be down to Earth while dropping names. But it doesn't seem like name-dropping because he seems truly awed to know these people (Dave McKean, Charles Vess, Tori Amos, Amanda Palmer, Terry Gilliam, Terry Pratchett, etc.)
--Very funny, and can ad lib. (or has prepared what seem like ad libs and delivers them as if they are off the cuff)
--Coraline looks amazing. Even with the technical glitch in the middle that caused previous groups to go mmmmmrrrrMMMMMMMRRrrrmmmm.
--Will buy Blueberry Girl for Elizabeth and Clerissa as soon as it comes out.
--I liked what I heard of The Graveyard Book. Like Ali, I focused more on nuts and bolts than I probably would have. Caught many things that a former critique group would have just reamed him about. But it worked in the story.
--Definitely want any audio versions of his books that he reads.
--Neil telling us about the reaction of the LA group when he stopped at the halfway point of Chapter 7.
--Boulder group had great questions but horrible handwriting. Apparently, LA was just the opposite.
--Neil's favorite breakfast is "probably a cheese omelette, but only if I make it." He was a bit nonplussed that anyone would use their one question to ask that of a published author.
--A little over a month ago, I started using a different color ink in my Vesta notebook each day so it was easier to tell how much I'd written that day. Seems one Mr. Gaiman does the same. "Page and a half. Horrible day. I suck."
--Event organizers seem never to be all that organized. There was a traffic jam at the inner door after the reading as people who didn't get the book before the show lined up in the lobby to get it after. The people who just wanted to leave had a hard time getting around the clump. Make one door the actual Exit door and the other the one for shoppers. Easy fix, but noooo.
--With apologies to anyone from PPW who might read this: This was by far the best perk I've gotten from being a volunteer. Second row, stage right, two in from the aisle. Reserved seats. Gotta love it.
--Must save some dubloons for next trip to Beads, Beads, Beads.
That's all that's coming to mind right now. If you ever get the chance to see Neil Gaiman in person, do it. He's amazing.
It could be lack of sleep, but the whole thing is kinda jumbled together in my mind. Mainly impressions.
--Neil is shorter than I expected, but I expected he'd be shorter than he looks in pictures. If that makes any sense.
--He's quite at home on the stage. Not fakey comfortable like I did at AI, but really comfortable.
--A great reader. Does voices and everything.
--Manages to be down to Earth while dropping names. But it doesn't seem like name-dropping because he seems truly awed to know these people (Dave McKean, Charles Vess, Tori Amos, Amanda Palmer, Terry Gilliam, Terry Pratchett, etc.)
--Very funny, and can ad lib. (or has prepared what seem like ad libs and delivers them as if they are off the cuff)
--Coraline looks amazing. Even with the technical glitch in the middle that caused previous groups to go mmmmmrrrrMMMMMMMRRrrrmmmm.
--Will buy Blueberry Girl for Elizabeth and Clerissa as soon as it comes out.
--I liked what I heard of The Graveyard Book. Like Ali, I focused more on nuts and bolts than I probably would have. Caught many things that a former critique group would have just reamed him about. But it worked in the story.
--Definitely want any audio versions of his books that he reads.
--Neil telling us about the reaction of the LA group when he stopped at the halfway point of Chapter 7.
--Boulder group had great questions but horrible handwriting. Apparently, LA was just the opposite.
--Neil's favorite breakfast is "probably a cheese omelette, but only if I make it." He was a bit nonplussed that anyone would use their one question to ask that of a published author.
--A little over a month ago, I started using a different color ink in my Vesta notebook each day so it was easier to tell how much I'd written that day. Seems one Mr. Gaiman does the same. "Page and a half. Horrible day. I suck."
--Event organizers seem never to be all that organized. There was a traffic jam at the inner door after the reading as people who didn't get the book before the show lined up in the lobby to get it after. The people who just wanted to leave had a hard time getting around the clump. Make one door the actual Exit door and the other the one for shoppers. Easy fix, but noooo.
--With apologies to anyone from PPW who might read this: This was by far the best perk I've gotten from being a volunteer. Second row, stage right, two in from the aisle. Reserved seats. Gotta love it.
--Must save some dubloons for next trip to Beads, Beads, Beads.
That's all that's coming to mind right now. If you ever get the chance to see Neil Gaiman in person, do it. He's amazing.
October Goals
Oops. Forgot to post these--again. Last month was:
Done--Rewrite 2 chapters of MMG.
Done (barely)--Write 31 pages of Vesta.
Done--Quick polish of Vesta for CWC.
Done--Complete CWC critiques. (3/3)
Done and dusted, just by the tips of my fingernails. If I'd clipped them, well, failure.
This month? More of the same. With an addition of Ali's challenge about reading a little differently.
--Rewrite 2 chapters of MMG.
--Write 31 pages of Vesta.
--Complete CWC critiques.
--Read Dexter and The Graveyard Book with an eye to "nuts and bolts."
Done--Rewrite 2 chapters of MMG.
Done (barely)--Write 31 pages of Vesta.
Done--Quick polish of Vesta for CWC.
Done--Complete CWC critiques. (3/3)
Done and dusted, just by the tips of my fingernails. If I'd clipped them, well, failure.
This month? More of the same. With an addition of Ali's challenge about reading a little differently.
--Rewrite 2 chapters of MMG.
--Write 31 pages of Vesta.
--Complete CWC critiques.
--Read Dexter and The Graveyard Book with an eye to "nuts and bolts."
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I Hang Out With The Grooviest People
I just have to say it. For example:
John and Ali kicked some serious hinder with their writing challenge. Over 22k words for each of them. Holy shite! And I know I'll enjoy it when they're ready to let other eyes see it.
Fleur has already revised DtTF and submitted it to her agent. Now she's working on the next big thing.
Mary is moving those girls of hers right along in interesting ways, making me wish I could see what's in her head so I know what happens next.
Shane continues to amaze me with his stunning command of the English language and unusual take on the human condition.
Jenny? Well, she tells a helluva story extremely well. I'm reading FJR for the second time and am still on the edge of my seat.
Nicole always make me laugh, and frustrates me, too, that I don't get to read more of her work. Because I love it.
Then there are Bret, Laurel, Moe and I'm sure people I'm forgetting who may not be around as much, but still check in to see what's going on and to let me know how they're doing.
Plus, they're all great people to hang out with. Each with a unique perspective, but also open to what the others have to say. Gotta love that in this world. And just plain nice. When they ask, "How are you?" it is with real interest and concern.
I don't think I could do this writing thing without any of them. They keep me going.
All of this in prelude to letting you know that DB, another good friend, will not be around for a while. She's going through a lot of personal stuff right now that I'm not at liberty to divulge. But the whole group has rallied around to support her decision to take a sabbatical until she's ready to deal with all of this again. I know we all wish her well, in every sense of that phrase.
John and Ali kicked some serious hinder with their writing challenge. Over 22k words for each of them. Holy shite! And I know I'll enjoy it when they're ready to let other eyes see it.
Fleur has already revised DtTF and submitted it to her agent. Now she's working on the next big thing.
Mary is moving those girls of hers right along in interesting ways, making me wish I could see what's in her head so I know what happens next.
Shane continues to amaze me with his stunning command of the English language and unusual take on the human condition.
Jenny? Well, she tells a helluva story extremely well. I'm reading FJR for the second time and am still on the edge of my seat.
Nicole always make me laugh, and frustrates me, too, that I don't get to read more of her work. Because I love it.
Then there are Bret, Laurel, Moe and I'm sure people I'm forgetting who may not be around as much, but still check in to see what's going on and to let me know how they're doing.
Plus, they're all great people to hang out with. Each with a unique perspective, but also open to what the others have to say. Gotta love that in this world. And just plain nice. When they ask, "How are you?" it is with real interest and concern.
I don't think I could do this writing thing without any of them. They keep me going.
All of this in prelude to letting you know that DB, another good friend, will not be around for a while. She's going through a lot of personal stuff right now that I'm not at liberty to divulge. But the whole group has rallied around to support her decision to take a sabbatical until she's ready to deal with all of this again. I know we all wish her well, in every sense of that phrase.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Flip!
There's a scene in The Cutting Edge--I've talked about the fact that I love this goofy, really bad movie right? Anyway, the scene in question is Moira Kelly talking about magnets. That if you try to put the wrong sides of magnets together, they just push each other away. But all you have to do is flip one over and they stick together. Okay, halfway through writing this I realized that the analogy is breaking down. But I'm not going to try to come up with a new one.
Anyway, I've been struggling lately to keep up with all the things I'm committed to doing: work in particular, NewsMag, CWC, writing, house, family, friends--you get the idea. There is never going to be enough time to do everything I want to. I realized that years ago. There are too many things and people I'm interested in for that to ever happen. I'm groovy with that. But my attitude about this juggling act has pretty much sucked over the past several weeks. That I do have control over, but haven't been taking it. I've been wallowing in my bad mood. Really enjoying it, ya know?
I had no plans to drag myself out of that wallow either. This morning I got ready early so I could get to work early so I could throw a couple more balls in the air for the day. Just more reasons to feel stressed and cranky.
Maybe it was driving in at a different time. Maybe it was not worrying about getting to work on time because I was so early. Maybe it was listening to music on the radio rather than NPR. Maybe it's watching Ali and John smack each other around while toting up big word count numbers. Who knows? But I spotted a hot air balloon floating over the city, and that made me smile. Then I saw a man on a bicycle. Not unusual. But he was a very thin man in an orange jumpsuit. He had an Afro that stuck out wider than his shoulders. That made me laugh. And all around the parking lot at work, the trees have decided to turn a brilliant orange. That made me feel connected.
I may have passed all those things yesterday, but I didn't notice them. For whatever reason, I did today. I don't have any fewer things to do--in fact, I added updating my blog to the list--but I don't feel quite so cranky.
Take a few seconds today to look around. You too, John and Ali, even while you're racing for the gold--or is it Golden Arches?
Oh, and "toe pick!"
Anyway, I've been struggling lately to keep up with all the things I'm committed to doing: work in particular, NewsMag, CWC, writing, house, family, friends--you get the idea. There is never going to be enough time to do everything I want to. I realized that years ago. There are too many things and people I'm interested in for that to ever happen. I'm groovy with that. But my attitude about this juggling act has pretty much sucked over the past several weeks. That I do have control over, but haven't been taking it. I've been wallowing in my bad mood. Really enjoying it, ya know?
I had no plans to drag myself out of that wallow either. This morning I got ready early so I could get to work early so I could throw a couple more balls in the air for the day. Just more reasons to feel stressed and cranky.
Maybe it was driving in at a different time. Maybe it was not worrying about getting to work on time because I was so early. Maybe it was listening to music on the radio rather than NPR. Maybe it's watching Ali and John smack each other around while toting up big word count numbers. Who knows? But I spotted a hot air balloon floating over the city, and that made me smile. Then I saw a man on a bicycle. Not unusual. But he was a very thin man in an orange jumpsuit. He had an Afro that stuck out wider than his shoulders. That made me laugh. And all around the parking lot at work, the trees have decided to turn a brilliant orange. That made me feel connected.
I may have passed all those things yesterday, but I didn't notice them. For whatever reason, I did today. I don't have any fewer things to do--in fact, I added updating my blog to the list--but I don't feel quite so cranky.
Take a few seconds today to look around. You too, John and Ali, even while you're racing for the gold--or is it Golden Arches?
Oh, and "toe pick!"
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