Rambling About Writing.

I'm feeling pretty good about myself today. 

I took a four day weekend off to celebrate my anniversary and get some writing done.  Luckily, I have plenty of vacation time.  The neighbors tried to bushwacker me by inviting me to a party.  It was a graduation/retirement.  I couldn't say no.  After an hour there I split when no one was paying attention, leaving my hubby behind to come up with a viable excuse as to where I disappeared to.   I'm not good at faking something I'm not feeling.  What they consider fun, to me is more like torture.  Hey, at least I'm honest.

While he was next door being sociable, I managed to finish reading the first 100 pages of my WIP out loud.  It was magic.  The dialogue sounded natural.

I introduced the second conflict early erasing the separation I felt existed in the story.  I also added depth to my characters as well as faults and enriched the inner struggle.  I'm liking this more and more each day.  If only I could come up with a catchy title.

This morning I was able to start edits on the next 100 pages.  My villain is about to sprout a second head, well, figuratively.  I'm about to elevate her from bad to royal bitch.  She's going to rip my hero apart just a little, push him until he's ready to break.  She's not counting on what my heroine can do.  I'm very excited to venture ahead.

It's funny.  I know how this all starts.  I know exactly how it ends.  I'm fully aware of everything that's meant to happen in between, but how it gets there, that just takes shape on its own.  I type and the words form sentences, paragraphs.  Before I'm done an entire universe is before me.  This is what non-writers fail to understand.  There is such joy involved in bringing to life a world of our making.

As I'm editing, I'm jotting down conflict, solutions, and what I would need to write a query letter and synopsis when the time comes.

I also stopped by Borders and picked up my first copy of Writer's Market.  I've browsed.  That's as far as I've gotten.  It lists agents I didn't know existed, so maybe the internet doesn't have all the information we need after all.  It lists publishing houses, has interviews with successful authors, sample queries.  There's an extensive section on social media.  I'm glad I bought it.  When I'm ready to query, it should prove rather useful.

On a second note, for any movie lover and anyone who thinks Johnny Depp is kida hot, I went to the movies on Friday and watched the new Pirates of the Caribean movie in 3D.  Having lived in Florida for most of my life, Disney World introduced me to the ride.  I was thrilled to watch the first movie, but this third one is by far my favorite.  The introduction of the mermaids was an excellent touch.  What Hollywood does with setting is amazing.

Have a great Monday!

Progress on WIP

Last Friday started out perfect. I had every intention of finishing edits on the first 100 pages of my WIP followed by reading the results out loud to make certain it flowed. What happened? BUSHWACKER! The hubby decided to stay home from work and bless me with his lingering presence. I'm not sure how I managed to squeeze in three hours of edits.

I had fun at the lake club. It's important to balance writing with real life, and I'm a firm believer in that. I walked the dogs, socialized, took in a deep breath of nature, and spent time with the hubby. Okay, so I took my laptop just in case, but that's just for blog posting and surfing. My real writing is done on a desktop. I also brought along a favorite copy of a Lisa Kleypas novel. While I was reading it, I couldn't help but focus on her craft, the sentence structure, the depth she added to her characters. Then it hit me, I was studying while on vacation. I'm an addict.

Tuesday night I was finally able to tackle the final edits. The words flowed freely. I was more than a little pleased with the results. I reread every chapter after I write it. It's amazing the way writing can suck you in. Not only do you lose track of time but you're transported. I've found myself crying, laughing, aroused, nostalgic. If I can feel all this just from writing it then I must be instilling these very real emotions onto my characters, which means my readers (when the time does come and I have readers) will get it.

Last night I started reading everything out loud. I'm hoping to reach page 100 by tonight. The reason it's taken me this long aside from bushwacker is because the first pages were the hardest to write. I had to re-write several times. There's always something new popping into my head or some nifty acquired knowledge.

(Show but don't tell. Don't use too many passive words. Use action words. Make dialoque flow. Make characters real. Show us thoughts and emotions to reveal the characters and cause readers to connect. Pick a point of view. Agghhh!) Well there you have it. The crazy thing is that I enjoy all of it.

When I finally decide to query on this one, it'll be wonderful, and I've had a awesome time writing it.

Catch you on the blog....^-^.....

Think Outside the Box

　

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.

                                                    -Aristotle-

I love pondering on the words of many great thinkers. They're passionate about life, intrigued by every concept, not locked into a general belief system. They possess what I like to call x-ray vision, the ability to focus on something in front of them and not see merely an object, but a world of possibilities.

I've tried forever to emulate them, to learn as they learned, to see a world in a grain of sand the way Willie Blake suggested. It is such people that the world calls dreamers. It is the optimists that the realists scoff at and spurn. They don't understand that dreamers are visionaries, individuals who plant the seed of collosal change.

I know I said I was going to blog about my WIP, but I'm saving that for tomorrow. Instead, I'd like to talk about a wonderful thing called Emergenetics.

It is a study of how we all think brought about by Geil Browning, PH.D. and Wendell Williams, Ph.D.

A couple of years back, the company I work in spent a great deal of money putting us through this study so that we could all understand how different we all are and work better with each other. As a lover of self-

help, I was fascinated by the results. Here's what I discovered.

The brain is divided into four sides:

1. Analytical...labeled by the color blue. (My brain is 11% this, which means I'm not blue.)

-Clear Thinkers

-Logical Problem Solvers

-Enjoys Math

-Rational

-Learns by Mental Analysis

The blue people are really book smart. They love dissecting, graphs, pie charts. Actuarial gurus fit into this. This is also why a sudoku will put me in a coma.

2. Structural....labeled by the color green. (My brain is 14% this, which means I'm not green.)

-Practical Thinker

-Likes Guidelines

-Cautious of New Ideas

-Predictable

-Learns by Doing

Green people are anal. I don't mean that as a bad thing. Some of my best friends are green, so is my hubby. They will dig their feet in the presence of change. Take the best notes, have a daily routine they follow without alterations. Everyone around me is this color. They're great people, and I love rattling their cages.

3. Conceptual....labeled by the color yellow. (My brain is 42% this, so this is me without a doubt. I tell them all it means I'm able to conceive, in theory.)

-Imaginative

-Intuitive About Ideas

-Visionary

-Enjoys the Unusual

-Learns by Experimenting

Yellow people will get up in the middle of the night with a new idea that's going to change the world. Then, they'll present it to the green people, give them a gentle shove, and move on to the next idea. A yellow will sit through a weird movie just to see the outcome, or go out on an unusual date. They will crash their system, burn food, write a book, build something without any set guidelines, all in the name of learning by experimenting. When they master the process, they're more than happy to pass it on.

4. Social....labeled by the color red. (My brain is 33% this, and I latch on to every bit of the percent. Without this, I'd lose myself in writing and would never socialize.)

-Intuitive About People

-Socially Aware

-Sympathetic

-Empathic

-Learns from Others

The reds are the chatty folks. I am guilty as charged. These are the individual that will hug you without batting an eyelash, the ones that you will move to tears. They'll be your best friend, make you laugh, and learn from your experiences. They are most willing to care. There are a few reds here. They have lovely hearts.

For more information please visit http://www.emergenetics.com/.

We are all different, uniquely structured like the many snowflakes. A great artist made us that way, and in the finished product, he didn't see flaw, ugliness, or discrepancy. He saw perfection.

Alone, we're remarkable. Together, we can alter the course of the very universe. Think outside the box.

　

Fisherman's Blog

I spent the entire weekend camping, often pausing to consider what the main characters in my fantasy novel would think about such a passtime.  How would my hero tackle fishing, watching a sunset, going for walks?  How would my heroine juggle cooking breakfast, grilling, socializing with the local campers?  Would they double up on an ATV?  That would be cute, romantic even.  Here are a few pics of my fun weekend.

                                         This has plenty to do with writing.  Conflict: Man against nature.

                                          See.  I battled.  I won.  No lake fish puts up a better
                                          fight than a bass.  I tossed him back.  Conflict.

                                          This one just made me smile.

                                          Nature -vs- Nature.  Or the turtle was just cute.

                                         I just couldn't resist a great pic. 


                    
                                         Stay tuned tomorrow for update on my current WIP.
                                          
                                         

Happy Friday

　

Borders emailed me a 50% off coupon, so I broke down and bought my first copy of Writer's Market today. It helps that whenever anyone buys me a gift it's usually Borders giftcards. It's the new and improved copy that offers everything from interviews to social media. It should be arriving in a few days. Then I'll see what all the rave is about and be ready to query when the time comes.

Lisa suggested the other day that I purchase a copy of Heather Sellers's book, Chapter After Chapter. After reviewing it, I was intrigued by the mention of the the Sexy Next Book. It all relates to being targeted by writing ideas and not knowing what story to pursue. I'm glad I'm not the only writer struggling with this. I'll be sure to pick up a copy soon.

Did you ever feel like you're doing something you'd really prefer not to be doing? Well, today I took the day off from the day job. I respect it. It pays the bills. It's a respectable position. Still, I'd rather be writing. So, here I am, in front of my computer, doing what I love to do. No one's here except me and the dogs.

I'll be reading 100 pages of my fantasy manuscript out loud today to make sure that it reads well and that the dialogue doesn't sound stupid. Then I'll just have 400 hundred pages of editing left before I can query on this baby. It should be fun.

Below I'm posting the poem I submitted to Rachelle Gardner's Blog, just because I thought it was funny and a good way to end the week.

Everyone have a nice weekend!

　

Letter to Agent

Dear friendly agent, I've found you at last.

It took only two years of busting my ass.

My query was nonsense, choppy at best,

something that "Query Shark" could clearly attest.

Please don't be offended that I speak from the heart.

Now that I have you, this is only the start.

I promise to follow your expert advice,

and care for my hair so I'm not struck with lice.

I'll pinch my cheeks red and keep bleaching my smile.

I'll wear lipstick to bed and fluff my do for a while.

I'll work on revisions from dusk until dawn

and discard silly pages that cause you to yawn.

Only you can decipher the words in my head.

It's no big secret; I just want to be read.

As I strive for perfection with a quill in my hand,

with you at my side I will travel the land.

If everything fails and you give me the shaft,

We can remain friends. I'll still make you laugh.

Celebrate Being You

Are you different, weird, out there? Join the club of the pleasantly eccentric. I'm the chairman, or chairwoman.

All you have to do to belong is do something unusual, something that defines you as a person.

Eat ice cream with your hands because finger-food tastes better.

Wear sunglasses at your desk because it improves the crappy lighting. I'm guilty of that one. It also helps you

pretend you're on vacation.

If the dog is running the fence line and you can't stop him, go on the other side and see which

one of you can get to the end first. Yup, me, guilty as charged. It doesn't matter what the neighbors think.

It's funny as hell.

Feel free to tell me about it because I do love peculiarities, or just keep it to yourself and celebrate being you.

Below I've attached two short videos of the latest Fun Committee event, just for kicks, just for laughs. We decided to do something different for "Cinco de Mayo," so we brought in Mexican food and made everyone play "A Minute to Win It."

This particular game is called "Junk in the Trunk." I took the liberty of recording these two gentlemen with my phone, with their consent of course. I chose them because of race and sexual orientation. These are just qualities that make them stand out in society.

I'm not biased or judgmental. There are various ways to express love, and everyone has a right and a duty to do so.

These are beautiful people who have found a place in my books. To each his own.

Eat red meat, smoke, drink...or do the exact opposite.

I was a vegetarian for two years, but had to quit when I started feeling sick. I drink red wine about

four times a year, usually to celebrate something. I abhor cigarette smoke, might have something to do with my asthma.

We are all different. What works for one might not work for another. Don't let society dictate who you are. Shout it for all the world to hear.

Okay, done rambling now. Please enjoy the videos.  Hopefully they uploaded okay.  I'll have to check them later.  They only last for a few seconds.  Have a great day! And above all, have fun.

Multi-Dimensional Characters

　

Multi-dimensional characters.

As an avid elevator stalker, I meet a lot of people. Most of them know me by name, which can prove embarrassing because I have a difficult time matching a face to a name. In order to remember these individuals if I pass them along the way, I've developed a few nicknames. Here are a few.

1) Unusual Face Guy.

He looks like Jean Claude Van Damme, banged his forehead against the garage door, wore a band aid for a week. He's stocky and gets all blushy when I say hi.

2) Elliptical Farter.

He doesn't acknowledge me in elevators, or anywhere else. One fine day, I was at the gym doing butterflies. He was on the elliptical. Believing he was safe and not counting on my excellent hearing, he let one rip. The man had obviously scarfed a large amount of burritos. Needless to say, my reps were cut short and he's bore the name ever since.

3) Old Delivery Guy.

I think his name is Seb. Nicest man in the world, has to be 90. He's chipper than I am, and that's saying much. I've found myself wondering what it would be like to meet him in heaven. Don't ask me why.

4) Aunt B.

I ran into her on Halloween. I'm not much for extremes when it comes to dressing in costumes at work, so I dressed normally, except for well-placed little horns on my head. She asked me if I was a demon. I said, "No, I'm just horny." If looks could kill. She acts as if I don't exist. The woman must have sex through a whole in the blanket. Okay, I'm being mean.

In the bright side, I would never hurt any one's feelings, so I say these things in private. If they ever read this blog, they will have no clue that I'm referring to them.

I'm posting this to illustrate the depth of individuals. We are all more than skin deep.

Maybe Unusual Face Guy coaches a softball team because, with his busy schedule, it's the only time he can spend with his daughter. He could be a stripper on the side to earn some extra cash to pay his alimony and get his daughter through college. Or perhaps he has a boyfriend, the result of his breakup with his wife.

Elliptical Farter probably has an excellent sense of humor. He just doesn't use it with me. Maybe he adores his grandchildren and is recovering from a deadly disease. The possibility of not seeing his grandkids again depresses him. Right now he hates the world, but the doctor told him the elliptical and other exercise regiments would help with his recovery.

Old Delivery Guy sits in the backyard drinking beer with his dog and texting an elderly lady he met in Phoenix at a writer's conference. She's planning on moving in with him soon. They'll be married in the fall. She reminds him of his high school sweetheart; I'm just guessing. On weekends, he visits retirement homes utilizing his dog for therapy.

Aunt B has a part time job as a prison guard. She has to be tough as nails. Any attempt at sexual innuendos has to be stopped short. She knits, makes quilts, and has an obsession for beaded bracelets. At night, she soaks in a tub and pretends to be a mermaid while burning a scented candle reeking of manly musk.

Okay, I'm playing, but I will never forget these people. I've traveled into their minds, their hearts and discovered things that excite them, move them, make them angry. That's how you form a multi-dimensional character.

The bottom line: It's not about how Johnny stepped on a rock. It's about why he did it, what he felt when he was doing it, did he have an alternate motive. Was the rock too small for him to use it to crack someone's head open. I can go on and on, but rocks are boring.

See ya tomorrow.