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.

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.

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.

That time I TP-ed George Clooney’s house

My (very) short story, TP-ing Casa de Clooney is up on The Long and the Short of It review site as their Thrifty Thursday short story (it will be on that page for a week, then archived).

This is the story that made the honorable mention list in the Women on Writing Flash Fiction contest, the one where they sent me that gi-normous box of stuff as a prize (all consolation gifts should be so grand).

So, thanks to Marianne, Judy, and Michele for giving it a home.

In which I play catch up

Marianne announced big news this week. Her novel, Isn’t She Liv Leigh, has been accepted for publication with Samhain Publishing. Go on over and give her a belated congratulations if you haven’t already.My article Confessions Of A Contest Junkie: How To Survive-And Thrive-In The Literary Contest Circuit is making a return appearance over at the Long and the Short of It review site. It was originally published in T-Zero a couple of years ago. I’d forgotten they let me get away with such sub-headers as:

  • Is it cold in here, or is it just me?
  • Thank you, sir. May I have another?
  • Here comes the judge
  • Does Size Matter?

As you can probably tell, it’s an in-depth and serious look at the subject.

Yesterday was the Marvelous Miss B’s birthday. We bought a metric ton of Starbursts (on the approved food list) for her to bring in as a treat. I got an email from her teacher last night. She gave each child in her new kindergarten class exactly one (1) Starburst. Not one package of Starbursts, but one, solitary Starburst square.

I was wondering why there were so many left over. Next time, I’m going to have to send her to school with some specific instructions.

Andrew was chowing down on them last night while he did his homework. After a bit, he pushed them away with, “Man, I gotta stop eating those. When the hormones kick in, I’m going to have zits.”

He’s nothing if not astute.

Two chief ways

Two of the chief ways an essayist can prove interesting are, first, by telling readers things they already know in their hearts but have never been able to formulate for themselves; and, second, by telling them things they do not know and perhaps have never even imagined.

~ Joseph Epstein

The writing class I’m taking has that writing quote of the day feature, and this one keeps popping up. Every time I see it, I think. You know, that works for fiction, too.

More revision brain

Ah, I love the smell of revisions in the morning. Smells like coffee and a brand new scene from Darcy in my inbox. Okay, so maybe it was closer to the noon smell of revisions.

Darcy and I chatted yesterday and that really helps, hashing out what it is we need to do and how we’re going to do it. Of course, sometimes we get stymied, like when we search for the perfect song that would cause a geek girl cheerleader some embarrassment to dance to. We had “the stripper song,” which most people know, if you hum a few bars.

Problem is, you can’t hum a few bars in a manuscript. So we considered:

  • Hot in Herre, by Nelly, and yes it’s spelled that way.
  • I’m Too Sexy (for My Shirt), by Right Said Fred, and yes, that’s a real band. They’re British.
  • Baby Got Back, by Sir Mix-a-Lot, popular, has staying power, but controversial (you don’t say!)

We went with I’m Too Sexy (for My Shirt), since even Andrew knows that one (it’s in one of the Shrek movies). But we’re open to suggestions.

Today, Kyra helped out around the house. She cleaned the bathroom (with a washcloth and water–I don’t give her toxic cleaning supplies). She folded laundry. Sort of. It’s difficult when some of the laundry is bigger than you are. And she gave me a makeover: 

makeover.jpg

You only wished you looked this good and had a little smiley friend in your hair.I’m thinking of using this if/when I need an author photo.

This is my brain on revisions


Your Personality Cluster is Introverted Intuition


You are: Multilayered and complex
Inspired and driven to achieve your goals

A visionary with a complete life plan

Intuitive enough to understand difficult problems, ideas, and people

What’s Your Personality Cluster?

Revisions are  … happening. Sorry for the delay between postings, but I don’t have a lot to say. I mean, what can you say when your day consists of: well, I stared at this scene for a while, then I deleted the word even. Then I put it back in.

You get the idea. Andrew was up early with me this morning. Actually, he woke up at four! He has a stuffy nose and couldn’t get back to sleep. So he’s on his computer, and in my internet, sucking up bandwidth.

I hope to be back later this weekend with some “witty junk” (to quote one of Darcy’s characters) to say. In the meantime, I will reflect on how multilayered and complex I am.