Banned Books Week: I swear!

Every time I turn around lately, someone is talking about swearing. Not gearing up to do it (although I’d find that highly entertaining), but rather, letting everyone know it shouldn’t be done. Or if it must be, only from the villain’s point of view, or the possibly the hero’s, but only under duress.

This post over at Smart Bitches–which sums up a letter that appeared in RWR–has already made the Internet rounds. Now, I have no issue with people who don’t like books with swearing. I don’t like books with serial killers. Uh, that doesn’t mean people should stop writing them. I choose to be an informed consumer. I’d rather not contemplate others making choices for me–for my own good, of course. /sarcasm mode off

Not surprisingly, many of the books on the most banned list are children/middle grade/young adult books. In fact, one of Andrew’s favorite books is on the list (more on that later–we’re trying to work up a mommy/son review).

I ran smack into the can’t swear in YA “rule” most recently in the children’s book writing class I took. Thankfully, the instructor put an end to that myth. The swearing “rule” comes up a lot on contest judging loops in the guise of how much is too much, or can you swear in YA, in a romance, and so on.

Generally when this happens, someone quotes their sainted great grandfather who maintained that swearing is the sign of small minds and if you, a writer, can’t come up with an alternative, you’re a hack. Or worse.

It’s hard to argue with someone’s sainted great grandfather, but I’ll give it a go.

Likewise, in YA contests, it’s someone’s fifteen-year-old who maintains (to his/her mother’s face–cuz you know, he/she would never lie) that teens think books with swearing are really just adults trying too hard and they never really read/take seriously books with swearing. (So, apparently, Chris Crutcher and Holly Black–so not selling these days.)

Then everyone jumps on the bandwagon of how wonderful it is kids these days don’t swear/don’t read books with swearing. No one bothers to check their bullshit detector. Or bother to read in the genre itself.

This doesn’t mean I think you should sprinkle in “swears” (as Andrew calls them) like jimmies on ice cream. The right word at the right time. And sometimes that word is a swear.

My favorite quote on swearing comes from Tim O’Brien:

If you don’t care for obscenity, you don’t care for the truth; if you don’t care for the truth, watch how you vote. Send guys to war, they come home talking dirty.

Today’s banned author

YA author Deb Caletti’s book The Queen of Everything has been banned in a Texas school. (And honestly, is it wrong for me to aspire to that? Charity, now banned in Texas!) She has a wonderful essay on censorship called Sex, Swearng, and Banned Books that I encourage you to read in full.

For now, I’ll leave you with the following quote from Deb’s essay, because I couldn’t, in a million years, say it better than she does:

Books are information, ideas, and they are open doors. They provide empathy at hours you would never call a friend or family member, and they broaden our own ability to be compassionate human beings through shared “experience.” Censorship limits information, tell you what to think, closes doors. It is judgmental, always, limits our ability to be compassionate by teaching righteousness.

Nothing I could write would be as shocking and offensive as censorship itself. Censorship is a hand against your mouth, your hands tied behind your back, a blindfold over your eyes. It’s oppression and control, and were it not done by people in suit jackets, it would be called an act of violence.

You gotta have (golden) heart

When it comes to the Oscars and the Golden Heart, it’s an honor just to be nominated. Of course, it’s a honkin’ thrill to win. The Wet Noodle Posse wants you to be thrilled or honored next year, so starting October 1st, we’re devoting our entire blog to Golden Heart tips, to help you get your purty face on the big screen in San Francisco.What’s the best category for your entry? How do you interpret this year’s formatting instructions? Where do you break your partial? What mistakes can you avoid and what stand-out traits do winning entries have? Every member of the Wet Noodle Posse is a previous Golden Heart finalist, lots are winners, and a few have enough bling to start their very own heart-themed gift shop.

Believe it or not, entering the Golden Heart can be fun. Join the camaraderie that is the Wet Noodle Posse and get help bringing home the Gold!

Mark your calendar for October 1st and visit The Wet Noodle Posse Blog.

Send any suggestions of Golden Heart topic areas you wish the Noodlers to address to Jill Monroe.

Take a break by visiting our free monthly ezine.

Who is the Wet Noodle Posse?

In 2003, a group of about sixty women met each other online for the first time as finalists in the Golden Heart. They found a special friendship, and stayed together – through births and deaths, the inevitable agent and editor rejections, giddy-making first sales and more sales. When anyone expressed doubt about her talent, the others threatened to thrash her with a wet noodle. The name Wet Noodle Posse was born. Today the Posse has any multi-finalists and winners, and a few have enough bling to start their very own heart-themed gift shop.

The Wet Noodle Posse went on to launch an e-zine designed to celebrate and support women in all kinds of ways. Of the Noodlers who take part in the e-zine, 22 of 32 are now published, for nearly 69 percent. They also started a blog to expand their contact with others. Now the Wet Noodle Posse wants to share their collective experience to encourage other writers to enter the Golden Heart.

Additionally:

I should mention that if you comment on the The Wet Noodle blog during the month, you’ll be entered in a drawing to win a critique give-away. More details to come on that.

Also, I’m still casting about for a topic, since no one seemed to take to “how to final your first time out with your first manuscript and never final again.” Seriously, I don’t bring much more than that to the table.

So, anything you’d like to know?

Booking through Thursday: Friendship and Banning

Booking through Thursday this week:

Suggested by Marsha:

Buy a Friend a Book Week is October 1-7 (as well as the first weeks of January, April, and July). During this week, you’re encouraged to buy a friend a book for no good reason. Not for their birthday, not because it’s a holiday, not to cheer them up–just because it’s a book.

What book would you choose to give to a friend and why?

And, if you’re feeling generous enough–head on over to Amazon and actually send one on its way! 

Actually, Buy a Friend a Book week coincides nicely with Banned Books Week. If you like, head on over to the American Library Association web site (link above and in the sidebar) and pick a book from one of their lists of most challenged books: from last year or the most challenged books from 1990 – 2000, or the most challenged books from the 21st century.

I’m feeling the sudden urge to corrupt minds with Harry Potter, Captain Underpants, and Judy Blume.

How about you?

Tales from the inbox

So, I finished judging a bunch of contest entries right at the moment Darcy sent me the revised version of Geek Girl’s Guide (breathe, breathe, no pressure) for my turn to edit. And I do mean, right at that exact moment. It was like we synchronized our atomic watches.

Because I’m all about making the most productive use of my time, I turned immediately to cleaning out my overflowing inbox. I found subject lines such as:

  • Whoa
  • Yawn
  • Word

These are all from Darcy. In one email, I respond to her with:

I don’t really have a jones for the industrial revolution.

But then, who does?

We also chatted on topics such as:

  • The Six Million Dollar YA
  • The Art of War

No Borg. Odd, that.

So this coming week, I’ll be playing my part in the collaboration and using my Borg skills to edit (I’m not sure if we’ve decided who’s 7 and who’s 9).

Now all I have to do is remember to breathe.

Super Quiz Monday

And just for fun on a Monday:


Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading


You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive.
You understand people better than they would like to be understood.
Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details.
You figure out what’s going on before anyone knows that anything is going on!

Why you would be a good superhero: You don’t care what people think, and you’d do whatever needed to be done Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now

What Should Your Superpower Be?

You paid attention during 100% of high school!

 

85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don’t get scores that high! Good show, old chap!

Do you deserve your high school diploma?
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Hard to believe, I know. That bar should be all red. Not sure why it vanishes when I publish in WordPress. Although clearly, if I were as smart as it said, or could read minds, this wouldn’t be an issue, would it.

Contemplation

I did the insane the other day. I entered The Fine Art of Holding Your Breath(MacKenna’s story) in the Golden Heart. I only have ~17,000 words in the first person version so far. The receive-by deadline is December 3rd.

So. Yeah. External pressure. Insanity. Same thing.

I’m also contemplating my “education” plan for next year. Last year was all about regrouping (can you regroup if you’re just one?). I worked through Writing the Breakout Novel Workbook. I tore apart and put Geek Girl’s Guide back together. I think that helped me prepare for this round of revisions. But I did a lot of this on my own.

This year was the opposite. I needed outside opinions. I partnered up with Darcy. I needed to understand what people weren’t seeing. And I think/hope I have a better grasp on that too.

So, I’m thinking of next year (yes, already). This year is pretty much booked with writing, revising, editing (Darcy’s getting ready to send me Geek Girl’s Guide for an edit). What do I want to learn next year?

That’s the great thing about writing–the possibilities are endless.

Reader, I married him

Over on Romancing the Blog, they’re talking about point of view, which is kind of like shouting fire in a crowded theater. I never understood the prejudice against first person point of view in stories. As one Noodler gal astutely noted: it’s simply one way to tell a story, not the Antichrist.

Still, it gets people fired up.

I love first person point of view. I also like close third, omniscient third, big sweeping sagas where everyone gets a say, even the flea in the errand boy’s pocket.

In other words, I love stories. And I agree with the sentiment that some stories demand to be told a certain way. I’m not certain why it took me so long to try writing in first. Oh, I did a few short stories. And I wrote all my character sketches in first. And, of course, the last three books I wrote, I wrote in close third, but from only one perspective.

Someone hand me a clue.

I love quirky, “unconventional” first person narration. I like made up words. I like it when the narrator turns to the reader and says, “Reader, I married him.”

And talk about unconventional: two writers, one first person point of view. This “shouldn’t” work. But it does. Of course, we’re the Borg. Oddly enough, Seven of Nine came up in our conversation the other day. (And not Hottie McHottie, prom, or eyeliner.)

So I’m thinking: if you have to be the Borg, that’s the Borg to be. No?

This should make that author photo so much easier.

Tuesday Night Lights

As the web site for Andrew’s football league likes to remind me:

The Season is on!!!

This fact needs to be emphasized with three exclamation points.

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So, as you can see, the season is on. (!!!) Sadly, the season isn’t always as sunny like in this picture. Last night, Andrew’s team played on the high school field. The thing about playing on the high school field (astroturf) is, as long as there isn’t any lightning, they can still play in rain.

Or torrential downpour.

Boys = soaked
Miss B. = soaked
Mom = soaked

Ah, but they won, 19 to 0, and Andrew recovered a fumble that led a to a touchdown two plays later. Kyra and I did about a mile’s worth of walking around the track before the game, and she danced in the rain during.

When we got home, everyone pulled on warm pajamas. We had a second hot hot dinner. Andrew started some homework. Five minutes later, he called out, “Mommy, Kyra’s asleep.”

She was, head down on the dining table. Mr. Gallant even carried her to her room. Not much later, Tuesday night lights were out … for all of us.

Promises in the dark

Chekhov called it the gun on the wall. Bill Johnson, in his writing craft book, A Story is a Promise, called it just that. When you hang a gun on the wall in Act I, you promise that it will go off sometime before Act III. (And you know, even when I see a literal gun on the wall in a play, and they post that little sign out front: Act III contains simulated gunfire and smoke, I always flinch when its fired.)

Darcy sent me a little scenelet today that I think reinforces one of the promises we made. Actually, I think it opens it up even more. It’s terrific. One of the neat things about this process is getting little presents like that in my inbox.

We’ve also pondered how to show off our guns on the wall. Darcy and I both like subtle. But we’ve discovered that one (or two) person’s subtle is another’s what the hell are you talking about?

So we ponder. We want it organic, natural to the story, not some sort of neon: LOOK HERE! GUN ON WALL! I emailed Darcy the eloquent: Some readers really need a lot of “stuff.” I know we don’t need a lot of “stuff,” but for readers who do, they really need it.

I should write my own craft book. I can call it: Writing Stuff.

Anyway, I think we’ll have our stuff together in the next few weeks. Then maybe I’ll update the blog a bit more (I say that, but watch, I’ll be back tomorrow).

Until then, watch out for guns on the wall–and keep all your stuff together.