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Saturday, March 15, 2014

Another Saturday

Last weekend it was the daffodils, this weekend it's the pears.



I love my pears. Even if they smell a little fish-like. They are spring and sun and happiness. The sight of them always kicks off a season of outdoor work. You know what, though, I'll trade slaving in the sun over being iced in any day of the week.

These are the vegetable planter boxes - made of untreated wood because pressure-treated boards will leach toxins into the soil - that are the base for the potage garden. I couldn't take a single picture without Sophie photo-bombing.

 
 
This weekend the gate is going up on the picket fence. 



Thursday night I had such a fun time at book club sharing Keep You. It's been (holy crap!) a year and a half since its release and I loved the chance to revisit that first story with a new audience, and the feedback was wonderful, thoughtful, and detailed. It was the energizing boost that I needed. So today, I'm updating my in-store pamphlets and promotional material, in addition to working on my current works in progress.

Apparently, this isn't going to be a restful weekend, and that's a relief after being a big ball of sick last week! Bring it.

Beware the Ides of March

“Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.”
―
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
 
 
I love Hal and Falstaff, but Julius Caesar will forever be my favorite Shakespeare. I have a giddy, fangirl appreciation for everything about that play. From poor conflicted Brutus, with too much conscience to pull off a proper assassination; to Cassius and his "lean and hungry look"; to Mark Antony, and his rabblerousing. Every time I re-read it, I come away with some new little nugget. It's Shakespeare at his tragic best.
 
Happy Ides of March. If that's even a thing that's possible to wish. :)
 
 


Friday, March 14, 2014

Nerd Things - 3/14


source: spirit-of-metal.com
So apparently, Led Zeppelin has announced they will "Reissue First 3 LPs With Unreleased Songs." Um....yes, please! My mom emailed me about it this morning while I was at the barn and I power-walked back to the house to Google it. I'm not sure if I could love any of their stuff more than "Whole Lotta Love," but bring on the secret tracks!












source: amazon.com
Releasing on DVD: Frozen comes out March 18. I haven't seen it yet - I really didn't want to sit in a theater full of little kids, however crappy that is of me to admit - but I've heard nothing but good things. "Let It Go" has been on my writing iTunes playlist for months. And I love that Disney has been focusing on family relationship themes and not just romantic entanglements.





















The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug comes out April 8. I only saw it in theaters once (that's compared to the three times I saw each Lord of the Rings movie in theaters back in the day). Yes, I will buy the theatrical-length DVD and watch, and yes, I will then buy the extended edition when it comes out in November. Shameless, so shameless.










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On TV: Orphan Black returns Saturday April 19th on BBC America. Last season got me hooked and left off on a cliffhanger. I love this show because, while twisty-turny, it doesn't try to pull a fast one over on the audience, and doesn't back itself into corners that require next-to-magic to get out of again. The breadcrumbs are all there, and the characters are fascinating, and beautifully acted. Season two looks twice as intense, and I can't wait.






Reading: I found a battered copy of The Once and Future King by T.H. White while searching through some old boxes yesterday. It's one of the new classics I've been meaning to read, and now I don't have to buy it. Score.



















source: pinterest
Pinning: Scene panels (not mine) of
fox!Robin from the animated Robin Hood circa '73. I adore this movie. Even all grown up, it's so...appropriate, in so many way. It's one of those creative influences from my formative years I'll always keep in the holster. 

Thursday, March 13, 2014

3/13

I won't keep doing this long term, but for the moment, it's fun keeping up with my favorite lines of the day. Sort of like journaling the best bits - helps with the motivation.


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She wouldn’t have to ponder all the ways in which her old life and her new life glanced off one another in incongruous surges of tension. If her past and her present weren’t part of the same tapestry, what did that say about her? How many of her own personal threads had unraveled and been re-stitched in new patterns?
 
 

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Workshop Wednesday - Realism in Setting



Let's all face facts: No one lives in a perfect world. Accidents happen. Dirt happens. Vomit happens. Laundry piles up, dentist appointments throw wrenches into things, and everyone has taken a badly-in-need-of-sorting stack of old mail and magazines and shoved it under the bed with the dust bunnies right before the doorbell rings and company walks in. As much as we'd like to think we live in designer homes, wear perfectly posh outfits, sip cucumber water, never miss a workout, and get the recommended eight hours of sleep a night, none of this is true. I ask you this: If you're reading a novel, would you rather the main character be more like you? Or be Little Miss Perfect?

I know my answer. And it brings me to today's WW topic: creating a sense of realism in your setting.

Storytelling is all about selling the made-up, packaging it as plausible. Every fictional story, no matter how true-life inspired, is touched with hints of fantasy. We authors are, after all, making it up as we go along. I think you help sell your story - and, more importantly, your characters - when you keep things real and down to earth as much as possible. Even if a character is living out some fantasy of the author, the character's entire existence can't be rose-colored and fantastic in all aspects.

Details I like to remember:

- Most houses aren't perfectly decorated or up-to-date in the style department. Remember those kitchen cabinets just the wrong shade. The loose doorknob. The regrettable linoleum choices made by former owners. Builder-grade materials. Chipped tiles. Ancient AC units. Leaky gutters. Creaking floorboards. The neighbor's dog rooting up the azaleas. Paint scuffs.

- No one's daily life is full of "perfectly lovely" people. There are bullies, and creeps, and friends you love who share too many details about their love lives. Relatives who leave lipstick prints on foreheads. Neighbors you wish you'd built the fence higher to keep away.

- People get tired. People drink more than they should. They stay up too late. Most people don't workout, eat wonderfully, and make 100% healthy decisions on a daily basis. People should be fallible.

The flip side:

- Sometimes, I like to play with the reverse technique. With a character like Delta Brooks, her outward appearance is pretty perfect. But she's eaten up with doubt, worry, fear, and struggles mightily with her interpersonal relationships. That can be fun too.

Sometimes, a well-placed smelly sock can up the level of realism in a story. Don't forget the messy parts. The broken nails. The torn hem. The unraveling sweater. If the devil is in the details, then make those details count, and use them to connect with your audience on a real, down to the street level.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Today's Favorite

“You don’t have to hate anyone on my behalf.”
“That’s what mothers do, baby.”


Monday, March 10, 2014

Favorite Lines of the Day

Back to writing again. It's always a little hard getting back into it after I've been sick. Doesn't help that I have two projects going.


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“I think he’d take you up on the offer if you asked him to dance.”
            Johnny pulled his gaze away from the door. The comment had come from behind the bar, from the black-haired bartender who was keeping his beers fresh.
            She wasn’t bigger than a minute, with long, long legs that didn’t seem to help her in the height department. Pale, slender, she was all blue eyes and white teeth. Her hair, obviously died, was a midnight bluish black, tied up in a heavy ponytail with a wispy fringe of bangs. She had a definite goth thing going – black tights under supershort cutoffs, skull-printed black tank top, arms loaded with bracelets, too much eye makeup – and he found himself liking it, even though that wasn’t his usual type.
            “What?” he asked.
            Her grin was too cheeky for this hellish bar full of old men, too bright and full of life. “That guy you’ve been staring at the last hour. I didn’t take you for the kind to crush on the DOT crowd, but I’m sure he’d think you’re purdy.”
            It took him a beat to catch what she meant, then he felt his cheeks flush. He’d been staring at the entrance, but he could see, given her vantage point, that it could look like he was staring at the man in the orange vest two stools down.
            “Oh…no, I’m -  I’m not–”
            She giggled, pressed the back of her hand to the tip of her nose to squelch it, and looked all of about sixteen. “I know,” she said, shaking away the last of her laugh. “You just looked so serious over there. I had to say something.” She flashed him another smile, this one almost shy and inviting.
            Johnny fidgeted on his stool. He’d never been any good at flirting.