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Posted in Humor, Late Blooming Writers, writers, Writing, tagged cranky, curiosity, fantasy, Humor, imagination, insanity, language, life, mental, normal jobs, right brain, sanity, thoughts, words, writers, Writing, writing advise on June 7, 2010| 10 Comments »
Potters, painters and photographers all have tangibles to work with. Writers work in a sphere of the unseen. What an ethereal realm we are engaged in…weaving the fabric of our stories from little more than imagination and inspiration. Sometimes I feel like one of the weavers from ‘the emperor’s new clothes’, spinning my story from invisible thread and inviting my readers to believe in the fantasy I’ve created. Or, perish the thought, am I the foolish king, unfit for this position?
What elements compose the substance of this elusive calling? Just what are the raw materials of our craft? Although it was difficult to pin down, here’s the start of my list:
Posted in Editing, Grammar Geek, Humor, Late Blooming Writers, Writer's "Toolbox, Writer's Tool Box, writers, Writing, Writing tools, tagged Editing, Humor, language, life, self-editing, thoughts, words, writers, Writing on May 25, 2010| 6 Comments »
From my Writer’s Toolbox: Here’s a good resource to keep you from ‘stepping in it’ literally when it comes to slang and the new urban language. For instance, I want to use the word ‘wuss’ in a children’s book and I need to know if it has any off color overtones that would be inappropriate for my young readers. I’m not ‘up’ on my slang or ‘tween language. (Who is?) and many words these days are used differently than when I was…um…younger. With the Urban Dictionary I’ll know what to use and what to avoid, especially since I am writing for the YA and children’s market.
I checked ‘wuss’. It means: A person who is physically weak and ineffectual. Often a male person with low courage factor, as in “Tobias, you’re such a WUSS!” So it means what I thought it did and it seems safe to use for my middle-grade fantasy.
Be forewarned though. The Urban Dictionary is not for wusses. Anyone apparently can add a new word, or define a word and it contains a lot of sexually explicit verbage. What it will give you is very current, up to the minute social connotations for any word you enter in the seach bar. There’s close to 5 million definitions and the Word of the Day section is updated daily with words and phrases you’d be hard-pressed to find all in such a convenient location.
Here’s some examples of the ‘cleaner’ entries:Fax potato: A person who faxes from one floor to another instead of getting up and running the information because they’re too lazy to get out of their chair. Protohype: The process of leaking a prototype device to generate buzz about a product you don’t quite yet have ready for market to a friendly tech website who will promote the gizmo well before it’s ready to go. Tree-book: A book printed on dead trees, i.e. paper, as opposed to an e-book, which only exists electronically. Compare with snail mail. Pi Time: The time of the day where a digital clock reads 3:14. Child supervision: When an older person, especially a parent, needs a tech-savvy kid to help him/her with computers or other electronic devices.
Do you write for middle grade or young adults? How do stay current with their language and their world?
Posted in cats, character development, Editing, Humor, Late Blooming Writers, writers, Writing, tagged blogging, books, cats, characters, Editing, language, life, something to live for, thoughts, words, writers, Writing on May 15, 2010| 4 Comments »
Here’s what I’ve learned about writing in the last three years. When everyone else is:
You gotta love writing to be this crazy!
Posted in Writer's "Toolbox, writers, Writing, Writing tools, tagged back streets, description, descriptive elements, google, Google maps, Google street view, life, London, London secondhand bookshops, something to live for, thoughts, words, writers, Writing on April 26, 2010| 3 Comments »
How do you imagine the settings in your book? This is one of my weak spots, especially since one of my settings is in a place I’ve only visited in my imagination. Much as I would prefer to travel and do ‘on location’ research, I’m not at liberty to pack up and fly to London at the moment.
I thought a few images would help round out my descriptions and make them more realistic, so I went to Google maps to search ‘London, secondhand bookshops’. I clicked on ‘street view’ and explored further. Now I’ve played around with Google maps before, but no where quite as interesting as the back streets of London.
I roamed around for, well…way too long…and got lost trying to find my way back to one particular bookshop. I turned corners, zoomed in and out, all without the hassles of getting a ticket because I was on the wrong side of the street.
I swear I felt like I was actually there and could practically enter the shops. I ended up with plenty of visuals that helped me add just the right descriptive touches I was looking for.
Pretty cool, I thought and I wanted to share with you. Have any of you ever used Google street view to help bring your story’s setting to life?
Posted in Late Blooming Writers, writers, Writing, tagged blogging, books, curiosity, Kate DiCamillo, life, solitude, something to live for, thoughts, words, writers, Writing on April 13, 2010| 8 Comments »
When do you let the cat out of the bag?
In the beginning I didn’t tell anyone I was writing a book. I thought it sounded rather pompous, and of course, I didn’t know if I had the guts to sustain it, but I kept hacking away, in the dead of night for going on 3 years. Whatever else happens, I am pretty happy about not giving up and not starting six different other projects to keep me from finishing one, which is more the norm for me.
I didn’t tell anyone hardly anyone what I was up to until the 5th revision and my book had a finished sort of feel to it. Before admitting my nocturnal activities, writing was a clandestine affair. I might be wrong, but I doubt if quilters and knitters have this same kind of guilty pleasure. Gradually I started answering the question, “what have you been up to?” honestly, because at some point, without even knowing when, I started to feel like a writer.
I knew it was a serious affair when I wanted to write instead of watch TV and I talked to my characters in the shower.
But can I call myself a writer if I haven’t published? My rational self says ‘of course!” but doubts set in as I wonder, what if I have only one story? What if I can’t publish this one. What if I tell people I’m writing a book, nothing comes of it and I fall flat on my face.
So be it. It doesn’t matter any more.
The hurdle is one of confidance. I’m thinking that Confidance waxes and wanes like the moon. Some days, I feel great about the book I’m working on. I’m excited, even after umpteen rewrites. I think it’s a good story, yada yaha. But when I spend two hours eeking out the details of three paragraphs, I think..geez, what am I doing? How can it take so long to get it right? Maybe I’m not a ‘real’ writer, whatever that means.
I wonder if Kate DeCamillo or (insert your favorite author) spends hours agonizing over the right POV, voice, exposition, and/or dialogue. If I was a real writer, wouldn’t this get easier? Should I just quit and take up knitting?
Problem is, much as I appreciate a good sweater, I have no passion for knitting.
Am I writer? or is this just a cheap form of therapy?
But writing draws me like a magnet and I can’t stop now. I’m working it for all its worth because it keeps me sane. As I write that, I know it’s true, even though it sounds crazy. Writing is a form of contemplation that allows me to process life. It helps me slow down and examine the raw data that surrounds me in visible and invisible forms.
I’ve come to think of writing as taste testing the stew of oddments, profane, divine, related and seemingly unrelated, that come hurtling towards me at quark speed. When I write, I sort it out, spice it up, stir it and add ingredients from other pots.
But enough of food metaphors. On my own terms, in my own time, writing simply lets me breathe.
What about you? Are you tongue-tied about calling yourself a writer?