Showing posts with label Muse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Muse. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Waning Summer Days and Writing Ops

The countdown for the First Day of School has started. Okay, I'm the one counting, not the boys, since they aren't nearly as excited about school starting as I am. Next Monday is the day, and we have new shoes, new clothes and soon...new backpacks.

Backpacks.

Overpriced, soon to be destroyed, overpriced...Sigh. No lockers at either the middle school or the high school, so if they need their textbooks for class, #1 and #2 Sons must haul them around. This is sooooo good for their backs, too.

But I digress. With the advent of school, I get a portion of my day back, a portion that I can write without having to deal with squabbles, boredom, the endless parade of kids...It's great, but it's hard on the writing. So is Life, which, regretably, has been rearing it's ugly head around here lately.

As Life has been intervening, I've struggled with the will to write, it's hard to write when you're getting punched in the head, so I thought I'd pop over to my Squidoo lens, The Mechanics of Writing, to see what popped there for me. Something to get writing back into my consciousness, a warning, if you will, to the Muse that her mini-vacation is fast coming to an end. I have all sorts of reasons now for getting the manuscript polished and out the door, and get the 2 follow up novels to it done and ready for submission, too. My interest caught on the part about what I've learned about writing along the way. So, here it is, c/p'd, with some fresh observations tacked on at the end.

What I've Learned Along the Way


1. Be teachable. There's no one magical "Right Way" to do everything, and who knows? You may find a tip or bit of advice that proves to be more valuable than you ever suspected.

2. Emotion, emotion, emotion. Learned this from Valerie Parv (http://www.valerieparv.com/) herself. When you think you've added enough emotion, ADD MORE.

3. If you can't handle your critique partner's less-than-gushing comments about your manuscript, then you're not ready to submit it to an editor. I'd rather hear from my CP that my ms is crudtastic, honestly, than to have an editor say it.

4. If more than one CP or an editor mentions something they perceive as a problem in your writing, then you likely have a problem you need to address. This also goes back to tip #1--- be teachable.

5. It's not necessary to become an ethusiastic adherent to every new (or not so new) "how to write" process that's out there. I remember when I first heard about the Snowflake method. I checked it out and decided it had merit, but wouldn't work for me.

6. It's okay if the first draft is dreadful. Really. That's why it's often called the "rough draft."

7. The best way to write is the way that works for you. Just because others use note cards or white boards doesn't necessarily mean you have to use them, too.

8. Editors really do notice if you don't follow house guidelines when you submit. I know this because I was an editor for an e-publisher for several years. You really are sabatoging yourself by not following house submission guidelines. Why? Because it tells the editor you know nothing about their house or that you simply don't care and that you don't have a professional attitude towards this. Take the time and make the effort to tailor your submission to the house guidelines.

9. Rejection isn't necessarily a bad thing. Especially if you've received a rejection letter in which the editor has taken the time to tell you what he/she sees wrong with your writing. Turn rejection into a positive thing by viewing it as a learning opportunity.

10. Have fun while you write. It's important that you, as the author, connect with your characters and story---it will shine through in your writing.

11. Plot Happens. (Allison Brennan)

12. If the Muse is unwilling, open the WIP anyways, read what you've written, revise some, write another paragraph...even if it's just a little bit. Do it every day, keep that Muse on notice that she's not to take a powder to the Bahamas without you. ;)

13. Believe in yourself. If you're serious about publication, then don't treat your writing like a "fun little hobby."

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If the doctor told me I had six minutes to live, I'd type a little faster. ~Isaac Asimov

The faster I write the better my output. If I'm going slow, I'm in trouble. It means I'm pushing the words instead of being pulled by them. ~Raymond Chandler

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Contemplating...WRITING!

With one kid successfully registered for--gasp--his sophomore year, and one kid to go for registration for--gasp--middle school (tomorrow), and the middle schooler's first day being Friday, my Muse is doing an enthusiastic tango of happiness.

She's been helpfully throwing ideas at me, even though I have one that must be revised and sent out into the world. "So what?" she demands, "The pickin's have been slim lately, and now you're complaining that I'm back from my sojourn in the Bahamas?"

Well, not really. I'm delighted. Except I'm going to have to stop listening to music. This seems to be the Muse's favorite channel of late. Specifically, I'm going to have to stop listening to Richard Marx. Some might wonder why I'd listen to him to begin with, but he recorded one song back in the, um, late 80's? that's been tickling the Muse for years. Decades, even. Finally, just before I headed homeward for the high school reunion and visiting the rellies, a hero demanded I name him, and told me which story was his. Okay. Sure. Let me stop absolutely everything to search for your name, you imaginary man, you. Surrounded by testosterone as I am, I must lodge a mild whinge about imaginary men adding to the Testosterone Sea I live in daily. I mean, really. Drowning, here. Thank God for the cat and the dog---to bad they're never in the mood for a girly shopping trip, and I can't exactly take either one of them to see a chick flick. And, if it weren't enough to have characters demanding I name them, one evening I returned from an outing before my folks got back from DQ with my boys. Locked out, I had no choice but to sit on the nice bench on the front porch, dodging the sprinklers to get there. Before I got out of the car, the Muse says, "Gee, since you're locked out, why not take the MapQuest pages you printed and write while you're waiting for the family to come home?" Guess which whatty I worked on? I managed a whole 6 paragraphs before my brief foray into this "newest" idea came to a screeching halt.

What brought it to a screeching halt? Voices, and not the kind I hear only in my head.

Kid: "There's the van. Where's Mom?" (They'd parked in the driveway, and didn't have a view of the front door from that particular perspective.)

My Mom: "I don't know."

Kid: "There's the car."

Another Kid: "Hi, Mom. Why are you sitting on the porch?"

Mom: "We really need to give you a key."

My Dad: "Hi, kid."

Yet Another Kid: "How long you been sitting there, Mom?"


So. Then, while throwing together tonight's dinner, the Muse pops up again. "Why don't you get out that little page you hand wrote and work on it some? What could it hurt?"

Insert boys doing whatever it is that they do that involves noise, thumping, laughter, more thumping...Upstairs, over my head. Nice. Sure. Also, I have the soundtrack to Grease playing (Grease isn't the word that you heard when applied to what's for dinner here tonight. Maybe another night.). It's really hard to type when, well, your hands want to hand jive, baby.

Then comes the knock on the door that sends the dog into a fit of barking that lasts for half a million years. One kid runs out to play with his friend. The other two go off in their own directions. Then the dog comes back, after some time has elapsed to sit up, her paws on my leg, all the better to stare at me. Seems she's been outside and thinks she needs a good girl treat. Thank heavens there are kids around, so I don't have to, yanno, get up, take 15 or 20 steps to the pantry, and get it for her myself.

Now it's, "Mom, *Grease* has ended. Want me to put in something else?"

Sure. Put in something else. I'll just put a muzzle on the Muse until I can work through my revisions and the two new WIPs with which she's gifted me.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Goin' on a Muse Hunt...

...Gonna catch a good 'un...
I'm not afraid...
What's that up ahead?
A plot hole.
Can't go over it...
Can't go under it...
Can't go around it...
Gotta go through it.

Goin' on a Muse Hunt
Gonna catch a good 'un...
I'm not afraid...
What's that up ahead?
A sagging middle.
Can't go over it...
Can't go under it...
Can't go around it...
Gotta go through it.

Goin' on a Muse Hunt
Gonna catch a good 'un...
I'm not afraid...
What's that up ahead?
A flat character.
Can't go over it...
Can't go under it...
Can't go around it...
Gotta go through it.

Goin' on a Muse Hunt
Gonna catch a good 'un...
I'm not afraid...
What's that up ahead?
Wooden dialogue.
Can't go over it...
Can't go under it...
Can't go around it...
Gotta go through it.

Goin' on a Muse Hunt
Gonna catch a good 'un...
I'm not afraid...
What's that up ahead?
A rejection letter.
Can't go over it...
Can't go under it...
Can't go around it...
Gotta go through it.

Goin' on a Muse Hunt
Gonna catch a good 'un...
I'm not afraid...
What's that up ahead?
A brick wall.
Can't go over it...
Can't go under it...
Can't go around it...
Gotta go through it.

Goin' on a Muse Hunt
Gonna catch a good 'un...
I'm not afraid...

Okay, enough with the campfire songs. Next thing you know, I'll be roasting a marshmallow over my butane candle lighter for s'mores.

So, got to thinking, and I blame a friend of mine for this (his initials stand for Josh Lockwood) that maybe, just maybe, my muse resents that I see her as a tu-tu wearing bear. I've known for a while she hates the name I've given her (Prima, as in ballerina)...so, I'm going on an image search to find the most accurate representation of how my muse views herself.

...Imagine the void filled with elevator muzak...


Huh.

She's telling me she's classical in appearance, and that she likes the Hawaiian name "Kaleoaloha", which means "The Voice of Love." She likes this name because I write romance, and is willing to answer to "Kale"---pronounced "KAY-lee". Fine by me. As long as she's happy and comes home from her vacation in the Hawaiian Islands soon, I'm good.


Kale says this a good representation of what she looks like, and that I should just think of that whatever it is in her lap as a laptop. Heh.


















I guess my muse didn't feel this was a very dignified or accurate depiction of her self-image. And she says that "Prima, the Dancing Bearlerina" is cute for a stuffed ballerina bear, but totally ridiculous for a Muse of her standing and breeding.

My apologies, Kaleoaloha. I'll never force you to look like this again.

Now then. Can we get back to the writing? Now that I've envisioned you correctly and given you a name you can live with? Please? Purty please with chocolate on top of the chocolate? Huh? Thank you.

Yours most humbly,

A writer who'd like to, yanno, WRITE something.