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Writing Joy

16 Saturday Jan 2016

Posted by wyndes in Grace, Heather, Tassamara, Writing

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Last night, I was trying to sleep but actually lying awake, staring at the ceiling, wishing I hadn’t drunk coffee in the afternoon, when a scene began to scroll before my eyes. Like watching a movie or having a dream, the characters were so vivid, so real, and their conversation so charming. I sat up, turned on the light, pulled my Chromebook over, and scribbled down rough notes about the dialog I’d just imagined. And then I turned the lights off and tried to go to sleep again.

This morning, I was in the shower, washing my hair, when the same characters popped back into my head and started flirting again. I could see them at Maggie’s diner. I could hear the conversation they were having. And I knew exactly what happened next. I barely dried myself off before I was at the computer, typing madly, trying not to drip on the keyboard.

Such a fun, fun, fun feeling. And such a pity that the words and the characters and the scenes are NOT from the book I am working on. ARGH!

The good news (maybe?) is that these characters are clearly in the sequel to the book that I am writing. There’s no way I can reach their story until I make it through Grace’s story, because until Grace and Noah have their happy ending, Noah’s brother will not be visiting Tassamara. And he can not be happy-go-lucky flirting with a random girl in Maggie’s Bistro until he gets there. So back to Grace I go. But oh, inspiration is so delightful.

I don’t know when I’ll get to write this book and I don’t know what its name is and everything about it might change dramatically between now and then, but: Heather Allen is on the run, carrying with her a secret of life-shattering proportions.

Someday I will get to tell her story!

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

10 Thursday Dec 2015

Posted by wyndes in Books, Grace, Personal, Reviews

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First of all, switching computers and operating systems and browsers and absolutely everything — I even have only one trackpad button now, instead of two — is really disorienting. But I love my new little computer. The battery life is incredible and the keyboard is clicketty perfection. Okay, not quite perfection — I keep getting a 1 when I try to get an !, but apart from that, it works really well and feels great.

Writing-wise it’s sort of interesting — the screen is so small that I can really only see a few lines at a time as I write. It makes it hard to assess the flow, but it also feels like I’m starting to write faster, because I’m not spending all my time being critical of the words I’ve already written. They disappear so fast that I don’t have the chance to stare at them gloomily.

However, my writing got horribly negatively affected this week when the library delivered Naomi Novik’s Uprooted to my Overdrive shelf. I was on the waiting list and it was finally my turn. I’m feeling slightly guilty right now that I haven’t returned it so that the next person on the waiting list can have her chance, but I haven’t yet, because I keep wanting to just drop into that world again for a little visit. I loved it so much. I’ve read other books by Novik — I think I read maybe the first three books of her very long Tremaire series? I enjoyed them but not enough to keep going when I reached the end of the series that had been written when I first started. I hate trying to remember what happened in a series that I haven’t read for a year so I often let series go. But this book was nothing like those books.

It’s a fairy tale mix of… oh, Robin McKinley and Patrick Rothfuss and Suzanne Collins and … someone grim and bloody and someone magical and stubborn. Maybe it is its own thing entirely? After I fell in love with it, I listened to the Sword & Laser podcast about it and then read a Slate review of it. One of the things that both of those sources pointed out was that it’s almost a trilogy in one book: a coming-of-age tale with a fantastic heroine where for the first third, she’s learning in a classic Beauty and the Beast scenario, and in the second third, she’s off to the city in a Mercedes Lackey/Patrick Rothfuss watch-out-for-the-evil-peers story, and in the last third, she is engaged in epic battles to save her home, ala people that I don’t read because I’m not so much an epic battle sort of reader. (And wasn’t THAT quite the run-on sentence.) The Slate review criticized that, suggesting that it would have been better as three books, but I totally disagreed — this is an all-things-in-one, breakneck speed, completely engrossing read. For me, it was perfect.

Well, pretty close to perfect. On a second read, I started to quibble with some things. (What happened to the wolves? Where did they come from and why were they never seen again? Why didn’t the obnoxious girl get transformed into a toad? Seriously, on what planet is tilting her headpiece a year’s worth of humiliation for someone that bitchy? Also holy cow, there are a lot of dead people by the end — I’m not sure I’ve ever loved a book that was quite so bloody.) BUT! None of those things remotely occurred to me on my first read and really mostly I just loved it to death. So much so that as soon as I finished, I went back to the beginning and started again and since then, I’ve been dipping in and out of it at regular opportunities. And worst of all, my night-time and morning day-dreaming — the moments when I’m half-awake and story is unfolding before my eyes, words drifting into my imagination — all those moments are being stolen by Novik’s world. *sigh*

I should really return this book to the library right now and try to forget all about it. Noah needs to finish his confrontation with Lucas and Akira needs to get back from her honeymoon. But you, on the other hand, you, dear reader, should promptly put your name on your library’s hold list. I’ve added the book to my Amazon wishlist and someday after I make it through the holidays, after I finish writing a couple books of my own, I’m going to be buying my own copy of Uprooted so that I can read it until the pixels wear out. (Thank God they never do!)

And oh, bah, I was actually going to write the story of my Christmas tree, but I’m out of time. Oh, well. I have a Christmas tree. It feels magical. It’s not really decorated yet, but I feel a decided glow of happiness when I think about it that matches the glow of its lights.

Christmas tree

Jigsaw puzzles

02 Wednesday Dec 2015

Posted by wyndes in Grace, NaNo, Writing

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Re-reading all the words I wrote in November to pick out the good bits and sadly, there are so many ideas, and — less sadly — so many good bits, but they do not fit together at all, at all. I think I called it a jigsaw puzzle once — it is more like one of those three-dimensional puzzles where all the pieces have the exact same shape. I say “one of” — I don’t actually know that such a puzzle exists, but if it did, this conglomeration of words would resemble it.

Conglomeration is maybe not the word I want. But it’s not collection and it’s not cacophony and whatever it is, it starts with a C.

I don’t want Grace to be a story that gets stuck in a drawer, I really don’t. But yesterday I just bailed. I read the Parasol Protectorate all day long, finishing Book 5 this morning at about 11. So yeah, five books in 24 hours, not exactly the most productive use of my time. She deserved a better editor, in my opinion, although she did some fine retro-fitting to plug up her world-building inconsistencies. But I bet she got some letters of complaint before she did. Is that my problem, I wonder? Am I worried about people complaining? I don’t feel like it should be — so far, with a few rare exceptions, I’m my own harshest critic.

But really, I suspect it’s the jigsaw puzzle problem. When I started, I was writing three stories at once: a romance between Grace and Noah; a mystery about stock options, anonymous threats, and bodyguards; and the story of the ghosts. When I started over again from the beginning, back in the summer, I jettisoned everything except the romance, but now I’m back to trying to write the romance and the ghost story and feeling like the mystery was the glue that tied the two together. So, option one: keep writing, even though I’m lost and spinning in circles. Option two: back to the beginning and start revising, see where I can go if I fix all the things that are already bothering me. Option three: write something else for a while.

Option four: go back to bed and wallow in depressed, gray, miserable gloominess.

I’m thinking option one. I may not be getting anywhere, but as I learned from my re-reading of all my not-getting-anywhere-of-November, there were at least some good ideas. And I did discover — especially in the last few days of November — that when I simply force myself to write, whether I know where I’m going, whether the words are any good or not, things start churning around. I wrote a lot of words in two days. I didn’t much enjoy them. But I don’t think they’re bad words. I’m probably not going to use a lot of them, maybe not any, but pushing to create them was… well, it felt like exercise. Not necessarily fun, but healthier at the end, healthier when I was in the middle of it, and even if it’s not forward movement, at least it was movement.

Three o’clock and I haven’t had lunch, so I think I shall go hunt down some food. But after lunch, it’s time to start writing again. Today will be Day 1 of a fresh writing chain which is, someday, I am really quite hopeful — or maybe just thinking positive — going to end with a book.

Taxiing

30 Monday Nov 2015

Posted by wyndes in Grace, NaNo

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Why, oh, why, do we use the word “taxi” to describe an airplane’s free motion along the ground? Apparently they’re traveling on land known as a “taxiway,” but why should that be called that? Maybe to differentiate it from the runway? But who chose taxi?

Also, double i is a really intrinsically weird letter construction in the English language. I wonder how many words there are that use a double i? I’m guessing not many because offhand, I can’t think of another. Ah, but Hawaii and skiing, of course, and all of skiing’s forms. Plus Shanghaiing and shiitake and alibiing. But not a lot of others. (Technically 50-some others, if you include all the ones on the word game cheat list that I just looked at, but a bunch of them are pretty dubious — Hawaiian plant names and words with no definition online, etc.)

If I had discovered the answer to the question about taxi, I’d stuff this blog post with keywords so that other people could find the answer more easily, because I’ve wasted a scary amount of time trying to discover the etymology of that phrase, but alas, I didn’t find the answer, so there’s no point.

But today is the last day of NaNo.

Achievement One: Write a blog post every day. Unlocked as soon as I hit Publish on this one.
Achievement Two: Write a 50,000 word novel entirely within the month of November. Nope. Achievement not unlocked. Maybe next year.
Achievement Three: Write 50,000 words within the month of November. I have ten hours and approximately 4500 words to go.

That’s an average of 450 words per hour. Phrased that way, it still seems possible. And since these words count, I may as well continue babbling here for a little bit longer. Overdrive — in the interests of making it impossible for me to success with Achievement #3 — very kindly auto-checked out the complete Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger to my iPad this morning. I’ve had to hide the iPad in the other room to discourage myself from distractions but I did read at breakfast and lunch. I read another series by her — The Finishing School series — last week, also mostly courtesy of Overdrive. It’s encouraging in some weird way to see that she has become a better writer as she’s written more books. I don’t know why exactly, except that sometimes I think I’ve gotten a lot worse, but maybe it’s just hard to see your own growth in progress? And maybe it’s just a satisfying affirmation that yes, authors grow and learn and develop, and if I’m not as good as I want to be today, that doesn’t mean I won’t be later.

Also, although perhaps less optimistically, it reminds me that I’m a good editor and I’m a good editor on my own books, too. The reason I’m saying this is that there are clunky sections in the first book of the Parasol Protectorate series — repetitions, infodumps — stuff that pretty minor edits could have fixed and it’s satisfying to me to know that I would have caught them and fixed them. It reminds me that even if this first draft that I’m working on is the worst thing ever, ever, ever, I am entirely capable of fixing it in rewrites. I wish I could remember that a little more easily. I should be more confident when I’m writing about my own skills as an editor, because that would probably let me relax a little more while I’m writing. Hmm, another useful insight.

So as I hit the end of my blogging every day month, what have I learned? I have learned that I’m probably not going to blog every day. I never check my traffic, but I bet my traffic has gone lower and lower this month as I’ve bored more people with blog posts that say nothing. I’m not even sure that I’d bother to read my own blog if it weren’t, you know, my own. But I’ve also found it really useful to blog every day as a way of beginning my writing process and also forcing myself to relax about what I write. My normal process, even with a blog post, includes a lot of revision and tweaking, but this month, there’s just no time for that. I bet it’s not even that noticeable to anyone who’s managed to keep reading. But it’s relaxing for me.

And I just drifted off to google analytics — a terrible way to spend my now less than ten hours — and yep, I’m dramatically right. The little blue line plummets at the beginning of November. That’s okay, though — it’s a nice reminder that I should blog for what I get out of it myself and not to take up other people’s time. If I worried too much about my audience I would probably stop blogging entirely, because time is a precious resource for all of us and not one that should be wasted. But I can waste my own time, because I’m getting self-analysis, writing discoveries, encouragement and experience out of it. Words, words, and more words! They count for something for me, even when they’re not useful for anyone else. (Technically, of course, all reading is good because spending your time interpreting symbols is good for our brains and keeps us mentally agile, but there are a lot of worthwhile things to read in the world — my blog does not aspire to be one of them. Not that a blog could aspire, but you know what I mean.)

Almost 1000 words on this blog post, which puts me at under 4K left to go in my nine hours and forty-five minutes. Do I have anything else to say about my blogging discoveries in the month of November? I don’t think I posted any recipes, which might just mean I wasn’t a very creative cook this month. But book reviews were obviously my fallback position — when I have nothing else to write about, there are always books. I wish that worked in real life, but it so seldom does. Never once have I survived a stilted conversation with a stranger by discovering that we both liked to read the same things. But maybe I should try more often, since I don’t think I often try the “Read anything good lately?” line. (I don’t actually wander around talking to strangers all that often, anyway.) Writing, reading, cooking, dogs — if I ever try to do the blogging every day for a month thing again, I will have to make sure to take an interesting vacation during the month!

Anyway, I’m going to get back to my attempt to produce words that will eventually go into A Gift of Grace. Tomorrow I’m going to have the fun organizational job of reading everything I’ve written in the past ten days and pulling out all the coherent bits to see how they fit together or how they can be fit together. But today I’m just going to try to write some more of those coherent bits. With any luck, Noah can get on with his confrontation with Lucas and I can get through this section and into a more fun section with Akira. More fun because Akira is always fun to write, I think, and it’s been a while since I’ve been with her.

Tomorrow — if I manage to get all the words done today — I am going to reward myself with a box of these chocolates from CostCo. I shouldn’t, because I seriously don’t need the sugar — it makes all my joints go wonky — but they are oh-so-good and I need the motivation. Yay, chocolate.

A Lonely Magic Cover

27 Friday Nov 2015

Posted by wyndes in A Lonely Magic, Cover design, Grace, NaNo, Self-publishing

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Several days ago, I mentioned that I had — impulsively — commissioned a fifth cover for A Lonely Magic. Yes, insane impulse, I know. How many covers does one book really need? The short answer is five, because I am so absolutely pleased with this cover that I can’t imagine ever looking at it and not feeling a thrill of satisfaction.

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Jake at jcalebdesign is phenomenal. He took the info I gave him and got creative, and then he took my absolute nitpicking insanity and managed five or six more rounds of design, changing and tweaking and never telling me that I was a pain and always trying to deliver what I was looking for. I am so pleased that at Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, I actually picked this cover as the thing I was thankful for — well, and then added my delightful son and darling dogs and lovely family and terrific guests. I’m not a total ingrate about all the blessings in my life. I’m just counting this cover as one of them right now, because it makes me happy to finally have my feelings about this book captured in an image.

And now I have to go reformat A Lonely Magic for print, because I want a paper copy of it with this cover.

Sometime today I’m also going to be trying to write like mad to catch up for my two NaNo days devoted to Thanksgiving dinner instead of word count, but I’m also feeling this great impatience to be done with Grace and Noah. I really, really want to get back to writing A Precarious Balance right now!

Story with a capital S

10 Tuesday Nov 2015

Posted by wyndes in Grace, NaNo, Reviews

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Checking my email first thing this morning and Amazon had sent me a link to a new Sharon Shinn book. Argh! She used to be an auto-buy for me, but I was not so fond of her last few books. This one was $13.99 for the Kindle version. I promptly checked the library but they didn’t have it, nor any sign that they would have it (based on the fact that they didn’t have the two previous books in the series). Dilemma, dilemma, dilemma… but I couldn’t resist. Mostly because I still had money on an Amazon giftcard so it was spending money that couldn’t be used for groceries or the electric bill anyway. My day is therefore starting about four hours later than it should, because I spent them pleasantly reading Jeweled Fire.

And pleasant reading it was. Also, from an aspiring writer perspective, it was interesting to analyze. If it had been written by an author unknown to me, nothing about it would have put the author onto my auto-buy list or my permanent keeper shelf. I probably wouldn’t even remember the author’s name. That happens a lot with authors — the first few books are really good and then they become, well, pleasant. The stakes are no longer high. The characters are harder to invest in. But it’s not just that the ending is guaranteed to be happy — I prefer happy endings so most of the books that I read are going to end well. It’s also that nothing along the way is going to be too unpleasant. But that should be okay, too. I like pleasant books.

But it made me realize that the books I like best are the ones where the characters are having an intense inner journey, a passionate emotional experience, regardless of the actual events of the story. Not a lot of action is not a problem for me as long as the character despairs, at least for a moment or two. This book — which, again, was a perfectly nice book — has a character who’s having a story. Scared, trapped, in love with the wrong man, her mother and sister murdered, driven to the verge of suicide, saved at the last minute, slowly making friends with strangers who may be safer for her than her family… seriously, she’s got a Story.

Unfortunately, she’s not the protagonist. The protagonist, on the other hand, is the kind of character who — pretty much the moment she realizes she has no money — receives a shipment of coins and clothes from the family she ran away from. Problem solved. She’s occasionally in danger, but she’s never remotely at risk. And sure, she’s discovering she’s in love with maybe the wrong guy, but there’s nothing much keeping them apart and he probably sorta loves her, too. Also, he’s a nice guy who any sensible person would be in love with. Pleasant, nice, readable, mildly entertaining. Not a keeper if storage is tight (although yay for ebooks, and certainly a keeper for my Kindle library.) Definitely not an auto-buy, despite the $14 spent.

There’s a scene in Grace that I haven’t been sure about. I keep circling around it. It might change my world-building somewhat. It might be out of place. It might not fit the kind of story I think I’m writing. But I think I’m going to write it anyway, because emotional intensity is interesting to read, and when it comes right down to it, I think I’d rather write interesting than pleasant. (Although I like amusing as well.)

I wonder if I will ever finish writing this book?

Yesterday’s word count was something like 1800 words — not quite the 2K I’d like to be making every day, but enough to break the 10K mark. And now it’s almost 11 and I haven’t even started my real writing yet, so it’s time to get to it!

Not the writing day of my dreams

08 Sunday Nov 2015

Posted by wyndes in Boring, Grace, NaNo

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Yesterday’s writing flailed.

Well, I guess I flailed. The writing, it more sputtered and trickled and crept.

Until about 1 AM, I couldn’t figure out what the problem was. It’s that Noah is getting hit with all sorts of revelations that would be mind-blowing and I need to discover what he’s like when his mind is getting blown. Poor Noah’s been a bit of a volatile character — what’s he like when he doesn’t think he’s going crazy? The fact that I’m not quite sure seriously stalled my writing. Word count made it to 766, I think, but didn’t come anywhere close to the 2K I was hoping for.

I did, however, swim and enjoy the sunshine, so hey, that’s something. I know I keep writing this, but November 7th is definitely the latest I have ever been pleasantly swimming. This is a very weird weather year. Whenever someone comments on it around here, it’s with a wish for winter to get here, but I’m still enjoying summer, so I don’t mind.

In other news… nope, I got nothing. Yesterday was a quiet, frustrating day. I’m expecting today to be equally quiet, hopefully less frustrating. My goal for today is words, of course, but I’m also going to try to be productive around the house — clean sheets, laundry, vacuuming — so at least if I get to the end of the day and my word count is abysmal, I’ll be able to look around and see that I accomplished something. Eliminating dust bunnies is not nearly as satisfying as spawning plot bunnies, but it’s better than nothing!

Morning gloom

02 Monday Nov 2015

Posted by wyndes in Grace, NaNo, Writing

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My new kitchen cupboards–not so new anymore, it’s been almost a year–are wonderful in many ways, most notably in providing storage galore. But they’re a deep maple color and the longer I live with them, the more I realize that the room feels darker than it used to. On a day like today, when the sky is gray and the air feels heavy with humidity, the kitchen feels like a place to eat gruel and dry toast.

I didn’t, of course. Salad with sadly frozen greens, which I assume provide the same nutritional value, but are decidedly unappealing. I need to remember not to put defrosting food on top of the salad green box — it never turns out well. Anyway, I’m trying to think of ways in which I could brighten my kitchen, without doing anything over-dramatic, like painting the cupboards. Maybe painting the walls? They’re white at the moment, but maybe if they were a sunnier color, maybe a pastel yellow? I could put higher watt bulbs in the light fixtures, I suppose, but I don’t want to add glare, I just want to make the room feel cheerful. I should check Pinterest and see what people have filed under cheerful kitchens.

I won’t be making changes today, though. Yesterday, I counted my word count as 1930 words. That was true, but it ignored the fact that I also deleted a bunch of words from Saturday, so my overall word count was not nearly so high. Still, NaNo started yesterday, so I figured I should treat it as a blank slate. Along the way of my writing yesterday, I started making a list of all the revisions that I’m going to need to make in Grace as a result of words that I’m writing now. It got frighteningly long quite quickly, but that’s okay. Yesterday’s chapter, which was in Dillon’s voice, felt like I was finally hitting that place where the characters start to act on their own initiative and the words start to spill out. It’s worth all the revisions if it helps me find the flow again. Of course, that’s easy to say today because I have no intention of starting these revisions until much, much later, but so it goes.

I don’t think I have, at this point in my writing journey anyway, stock characters the way prolific authors often do, but the character who was stealing the stage yesterday reminded me of Rachel from A Gift of Thought. She’s definitely not Rachel — she is much, much angrier — but I didn’t know this character mattered at all. For a long way in the story, she was just “crying girl” but lately she’s been fighting for space. A bunch of the revisions will belong to her, because it’s becoming increasingly clear to me that she’s important and that she should have been introduced a lot earlier. I like the way that’s unfolding. Inspiration, not just me making stuff up? But I really hope to finish this book someday, so I’d better get back to it!

If you’re doing NaNo, good luck today. More words!

POV struggles

28 Wednesday Oct 2015

Posted by wyndes in Grace, NaNo, Writing

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One of the struggles I’ve had throughout the writing of A Gift of Grace is deciding which character’s point-of-view to be in. A lot of the early chapters were written from the ghosts’ points-of-view (Rose and Dillon) but it was making the love story aspect really difficult. I wound up tossing all those scenes, despite some fun stuff and nice writing in them, because I felt like the book should be Noah and Grace’s story, not Rose and Dillon’s story. Now the book alternates between Grace and Noah, absolutely consistently, and point-of-view is maintained rigidly. There is no head-hopping in my story.

That said, at FWA, I listened to Marie Bostwick speak about character creation and listened to her read excerpts from her work. At the end of her session, one of the questions she was asked was about point-of-view and about the fact that she’d shifted points-of-view in the excerpts she was reading without scene breaks or clear divisions. Her response was that yeah, she ignored the rules about point-of-view switches because her readers didn’t care. She said that if you do it well enough, you can get away with anything.

I also read a blog post from Rachel Aaron recently on one of her Writing Wednesdays about choosing POV, and she said:

When I’m deciding on a POV character, my most important considerations are 1) who’s got the most interesting viewpoint, and 2) information control.

(The link on her name leads to the exact post if you want to read more.)

The scene I’m writing today has a lot going on. It should be fun. But by a lot going on, I mean A LOT. Anyone and everyone’s viewpoint might be the most interesting. I had a great line to end the scene with that only worked from Grace’s viewpoint. Then I had the inspiration* to use Dillon’s viewpoint, which I haven’t used before, but hey, if his perspective is the most interesting, why not? Then I realized that some of the emotional impact is probably best from Noah’s point-of-view. Gah! Decisions, decisions.

*I didn’t change that clause to ‘felt inspired’, although I was tempted as soon as I reread, because it is a perfect example of a hidden verb. A hidden verb is when you turn a perfectly good verb, like inspired, into a noun instead, ie inspiration. Hidden verbs should be pulled out of hiding whenever possible!

I still haven’t decided whose point of view to use, but instead I came up with a plan: I’m going to write all the dialogue first. Not descriptions, because those should change based on POV. Noah’s non-native perspective on kayaking in FL should be different than Dillon’s perspective since he hasn’t been able to go kayaking for years, which should be different than Grace’s perspective as someone who goes kayaking every week, so I can’t write those parts until I know whose voice I’m in. But the dialogue, without in-depth tags, should be the same experience for everyone. And once I have that dialogue written — once I know who says what and how — maybe I’ll have a much clearer idea about whose head would be the most fun to be in.

This is, of course, a very anti-NaNoWriMo way to write. It means writing, revising, writing, revising, which is a stupid way to try to get 50,000 words written in a month. But the good news for me is that it’s still October, so they don’t count as NaNo words anyway. Yay!

So yeah, that’s the writing plan for today. I’m looking forward to seeing how it works!

Florida Writer’s Conference

19 Monday Oct 2015

Posted by wyndes in Grace, Writing

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I spent my weekend at the Florida Writer’s Conference, put on by the Florida Writer’s Association. I submitted a couple proposals last year, around New Year’s which is generally when I remember that I should start acting like the kind of professional who takes running a business seriously, networks, gets her name out there, etc. All last week, while I pulled my presentations together instead of writing, I regretted it. My enthusiasm was at level zero or below.

I had a really good time.

I also learned a lot.

This should have been obvious but a conference with people who are interested in the same things as you are is a lot more fun than a conference with people who are passionate about a subject that you get paid to pretend to care about. Good life lesson there, yes?

My favorite session was given by Allen Gorney, speaking on Dialogue in Every Medium. (I’m so surprised to discover that he’s local and a Full Sail person — I don’t know why, but I didn’t realize that.) Less than halfway through his presentation, I went ahead and bought a book he recommended, while everyone else tried to scribble down notes as fast as they could write. The book is Lajos Egri’s The Art of Dramatic Writing. I’m reading my notes and oh, there was so much good stuff that I want to remember, but I also wanted to write about the other sessions I liked and I also should be writing a book and I’m also really tired because it was a long and busy weekend. *sigh*

But here goes: Allen said, “We speak in thoughts, we write in sentences.” I took from that permission to let go of forcing correct grammar on my dialogue. I’m always fighting with that need anyway. I do let my dialogue be casual and relaxed, I do use words in it that I try to eliminate from the rest of my writing, like just and really, and I do let characters speak ungrammatically, but I spend a lot of time second-guessing dialogue that comes across as thoughts. An example from today’s work: “EMDR, that’s what they’re doing now. It’s some eye motion thing. You like stare at a light or something.”

If I hadn’t just been to this great presentation on dialogue, I’d be tweaking that. I might turn it into, “They’re doing this thing called EMDR now.” Or “Have you heard of EMDR?” Or something else entirely. Plenty of options, but if I spend my precious time thinking them out–the way I usually do–I’ll never get to all the other good stuff I learned. But what I definitely learned is that “EMDR, that’s what they’re doing now,” is okay because it’s a thought being spoken, not a sentence being written. (I’m wondering now if I completely misunderstood the meaning of what Allen was saying, but I refuse to believe that, despite the fact that the sentence is written.)

So more good stuff, including an explanation of the Actor’s Thesaurus which makes me wish I hadn’t gotten rid of that book the last time I cleaned out my shelves. I didn’t find it useful, but I wasn’t using it right. The basic idea, though, is that you should be able to put an action verb by each sentence of dialogue that conveys the goal of the sentence. So “EMDR, that’s what they’re doing now” might be pleading or arguing or… well, if I hadn’t gotten rid of the book, I’d be able to look for more options. Drat. But “if explain is the action verb, rethink the sentence.”

On pacing, the longer the line, the slower the pace. To have a really quick pace, use back-and-forth, short lines, no dialogue tags. I think I knew that intuitively, but I like having my intuitions validated by being stated outright. But Allen also suggested removing words in dialogue. There are the obvious ones to remove — the “well”s and the “um”s, the “like”s, and the “some”s–but it seemed like he meant more than that, so I asked for more explanation, and he did. His example dialogue was:

“Do you have any pets?”
“Yes, I have a dog.”

The second line would be more natural, more reflective of a real person, if it was “Yeah, a dog,” or even, “A dog.”

Finally, he suggested that in the revision process, the author should determine two adjectives to describe each character’s speech that reflect their surface traits and two that reflect their inner struggle. And then look at a single character’s dialog against those two adjectives. The thought of adding an easy half dozen revision passes to my already insane revision rounds sort of terrifies me, but I do like the idea of establishing adjectives that should reflect the character’s voices. Grace is an efficient nurturer. I’m going to have to think more about what her subtext is.

I have so many more thoughts! Too many more. One of the coolest things I got out of the conference was the realization that A Gift of Ghosts is really not a romance. I’ve always suspected that. When people ask me what it is, I don’t say “paranormal romance” even though that’s the easiest, most understandable description, because it feels wrong. I usually call it a romantic ghost story. Well, it turns out that if you try to analyze the structure of Ghosts as a romance it falls apart. It doesn’t have a romantic structure. It’s… not a romance. But if you look at it as a ghost story, the story fits a perfect three act structure, with each beat coming more or less where it should, and with the act descriptions happening exactly where they’re supposed to.

And that’s a terrible explanation, isn’t it? But okay, my second favorite session was Michael Tabb, with a presentation titled From Zero to Hero. I loved this presentation, it was great, but it assumed a level of knowledge that probably most people in MFA programs have. I am not in a MFA program. In fact, I haven’t taken a writing class except for one in high school which I hated. I’ve picked up some along the way, but I definitely don’t have the base knowledge that would have made the entire presentation meaningful to me. But to summarize some of what I learned: the protagonist is the character who’s changing. (I probably knew that already, really, but it’s one of the issues I’m having with Grace — in a romance, the heroine is, by definition, the protagonist, but in this story, Noah is the protagonist. In Thought, Dillon was the protagonist which is why that story is so confused. Sylvie’s life changes, but Dillon is the one who grows. I should probably rewrite that one as a YA, ha. Ah, well. But moving on, the protagonist needs to have both an inner and an outer journey.

To go back to my original cool realization, in Ghosts, Akira’s inner journey is about accepting her ability and her outer journey is about helping Dillon. The first chapter doesn’t end when she decides to move to Florida — it ends when she decides to lease the car that Dillon is trapped in. The love interest, Zane, is helping her on her journey by accepting her and assisting her and letting her believe she’s okay, but their relationship is not what the story is about. Ironically, the antagonist is probably invisible — it’s her dad, really, and his way of handling her ability. That’s her obstacle.

Sadly, my notes now get very messy and long. My handwriting stinks. But the screenplay structure calls for three acts — Act 1 is 25% of the story. On the third beat, there’s an Inciting Incident. With Ghosts, the first beat would be the scene in the car, the second is her meeting with Zane, the third is when she reaches out to Dillon. That’s the Inciting Incident, that’s where the story starts. Act One ends with a Big Decision. The beats are not quite right — there’s the house, the car accident, the scanner, the meal at the diner, and the movers, but Act One ends when Zane persuades her to stay and give Tassamara a chance. That’s the Big Decision. Act Two is in 2 parts and it’s 50% of the story. The first part ends with the Belly of the Beast. For Akira, that’s when she reveals the ghost boy and his father. For her, that’s taking a huge chance, revealing herself to the world, but she does it to help them. The second part of the act ends with the Worst of All Things, the threshold of defeat. In Ghosts, that’s when she convinces Henry and Rose to move on but they leave Dillon behind. If her ultimate journey is about helping Dillon, that’s her moment of greatest failure — she gave him something lovely and now she’s taken it away. But then Act 3 comes along and she makes the decision to do something very risky to help him, Climax, and then the New Normal, where they set the dinner table to include the ghosts. It’s far from perfect, but I did that story pretty close to right, working on intuition.

But knowing how to do it gives me a nice framework for looking at my ongoing work, especially when I’m stuck. I’ve read about this structure before, but not in a way that made enough sense to me to do it. It seemed so restrictive, so formulaic. But seeing it in terms of inner journey as well as outer, and decision points, not necessarily action scenes, makes it feel much more natural to me. I am going to be looking at Grace with this in mind, although maybe not until the first revision.

The timer on my chicken (baked thighs with lemon, capers, and garlic salt, they will be delicious) is going and I haven’t even started my sweet potatoes (white ones, mashed, with a little garlic and olive oil), drat it, so thus ends my FWA conference notes for the day. But those were not the only great sessions, and I really did come away from the weekend feeling inspired and excited to put learning into practice. I’m glad I went.

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