My son’s sophomore year has been a pretty calm one, but as it winds down, I’m remembering how much happens in High School, with approximately 98.88734387% being fit into the last two weeks. The week’s been a bit busy, to say the least, probably in part because there were only four days to it. Still, I tried to remember about slowing down and taking time to enjoy what was going on at the moment. So, from me to you, tips for keeping it calm and happy.

  1. Read a good book. Duh. But you knew I was going to list that. For me, in weeks like this, it’s pretty much comfort reads, so I’ve been back to the bookshelves for the kids’ books I grew up with. Of course, I missed the Bookmobile on its last trip through the mountains, so next week I’ll be revving up to new reads again.
  2. Sit with your family and friends. Even if it’s only for a few minutes. Spend that little time together, check in on the phone or for a walk, touch base.
  3. Get sushi. It always helps. Add a little more wasabi to the soy sauce just to clear out those sinuses and shake yourself up a bit.
  4.  Another obvious one. Try and make some time for the writing, or whatever it is that feeds your brain. Yes, you’ll be a little frustrated at how little you might get to, but you won’t feel like you totally lost contact with your WIP. The longer we stay away, the longer it is to get back, I think.
  5. When you’re at a point where the to-do list is out of reach, say…oh, a Thursday night jazz concert in the park, LET-IT-GO. This is always a tough one for me, but I’m working on it. Last night, I sat and listened to the middle school jazz kids, my son’s HS jazz band, and a local Big Band (smaller than both of the others!!). We were outside, the weather was beautiful, and I was separated from all the things I needed to get done. I tapped my feet, snapped my fingers, and–on some of the slower songs–stretched out my legs, leaned back, closed my eyes, and just let the music flow over me. Awesome.

Basically, take a moment…

Since I’ve subjected all of you to lots of raving, whining, dissecting, and moaning about Donald Maass’ Writing the Breakout Novel Workbook, I figure it’s only fair to announce here, today, that…I FINISHED THE BOOK!!!

I have to admit, I want a little crazy today to get through the last bit. I looked in my computer files, and I only had three worksheets left!!! And I had something like four hours ahead of me, with no other claims on my time. (Not to mention all those extra seconds I gained by deciding I’d better get back on the less-sugar-kick today and not making all those trips back and forth to the chocolate stash.)

Then, of course, I looked at the actual workbook, and saw that I had something like seven chapters left, and some of those had multiple worksheets. (Anyone else seeing a striking resemblance to the last week of school here, when the teachers suddenly decide to schedule all that surprise work for the kids?) For some absolutely incomprehensible reason, when I’d set up all the files for the worksheets, I’d stopped early. WHAT?! As one of my many favorite nephews says, “That’s crazy talk!” But sadly true.

Still, I’d said–both to myself and to Facebook–that I was finishing the workbook today. And I still had those four hours. And I had been working more quickly lately.

Can I just say that my fingers hurt. And my wrists. Not to mention my brain.

Confession: No, I didn’t do everything. As much as I’ve wanted to stick with the demands of the workbook, all the way through I’ve found a question here, a worksheet there, that I wasn’t ready to take on. I really need to do some factory/strike research before I can plot the Love Interest’s whole storyline. The draft I have is a totally tangled mess, so when Mr. Maass says to pick a scene and revise it, I sometimes find myself laughing. With a slight hysterical edge. And putting in a note that I’ll come back to that later, when I actually HAVE SOMETHING WORTH REVISING.

And I got a little more…that way on these last pages. Honestly, I didn’t take time to do the Brainstorming worksheet that wanted me to come up withanother story. Today?! I didn’t spend a whole lot of time on theme. But…I so took on the Symbol worksheet. And the one where you have to come down on the antagonist’s side. And I wrote a pitch!!! Yeah, baby.

Overall feeling? Good, basically. It’s taken me a lot longer than I wanted to get through this, but ours is not to dwell on the past, but only to move on into the future. I think I must know this story and these characters better than I did when I started, but truthfully–I can’t see it yet. Maybe that’ll come with plotting, maybe not until I actually dive back into writing. Oh, but, please, let it come!

At the end of this whole process, I feel a little bit noodled by trying to think about all this, rather than just put words onto the page and see what comes. I had moments where I felt as though I was just doing exercises, without being all that connected with my MC and her world. I’m pretty sure this was a factor of not being able to just commit hours every day to working through things, of not staying immersed. I definitely had moments where I fell in love with Caro all over again, with her needs and her conflicts. I’m counting on those moments to stick with me as I plot and as I get started on the next draft. If they don’t, I may have to face the possibility that this story isn’t the right one for me to be writing…today. I’m hoping  not, though! I’m hoping the work I’ve done has taken me deep enough that I’ll be hooked and committed and able to write it.

I’m sure you’ll hear all about it here, whatever I do decide. (Lucky you!)

For today, right now, how am I feeling? Well, I’ll tell you. I’m Shakin’! (Dare you not to dance.)

Today’s a day to toot horns.

I’ll start with my Friday Five, and you guys join in with the cool stuff you got done this week, no matter how small!

1. I got through the Plot section of Writing the Breakout Novel Workbook. That was a BIG horn toot. The best part is that it happened because I’ve been moving along more quickly and staying more focused as I work. So even though I don’t know that I’ve been getting more actual hours in on the WIP, I seem to be using the available ones more productively.

2. I bought Save the Cat by Blake Snyder. Which is another sign of my commitment to figuring out at least SOME plot for this WIP.

3. I bought a new monitor. I’d tossed the old (okay, antique. Ancient, even) CRT monitor a few weeks ago and “borrowed” my son’s flat-panel, since he’s pretty much always on his laptop these days, until I could “get around to” picking out one for myself. Yesterday, he realized and informed me that he needed to use the Smart Music software on his desktop, which meant, yes, he needed his monitor back. Soon, because the music he needs to practice is for a concert next week. So I stopped at my computer-shopping store, looked at the options, picked one, brought it home, connected all the cables, installed the software, and I am looking at it as we speak. I haven’t actually assembled it correctly, since it’s tilted at an angle toward my desk, not me. But that’s for the hardware guy to deal with. AKA Husband.

4. I cleaned the house. You know, at the Visitors-are-coming-soon level, rather the usual We-can-live-like-this-a-while-longer level. And, really, all I want to do is tell everybody to stop using the house for, oh, a week or so, just so I can sit back and look at the cleanliness for a while.

5. I got to Yoga twice and got in a couple of pretty good walks. I cut down on some of the sugar intake. I had more energy and slept better. Son is prone to say that “Correlation does not imply causation,” but I’m pretty sure this is one of those times it does.

Okay, let’s hear from you. Pat yourself on the back, toot that horn, give yourself a blue ribbon. And share your accomplishments in the comments, so we can all celebrate!

As I get closer to finishing the Breakout Novel workbook, my thoughts are jumping forward to starting the next draft of the WIP. Meaning, of course, they’re jumping into that not-so-little puddle of worry that even this draft, with all the work I’ve done, will still feel tangled and messy. Meaning, of course, that I’m trying to visualize myself organizing scenes, drawing out character arcs, laying out a nice, tidy order of events into which the actual words will just flow.

Hey, I can dream, right?

Plot is my burden, my battle, and my quest.

Every time I start a different project, I find myself searching for the plot system that will work. For me. Forever. I read blogs about plot, I play with my whiteboard, I picture myself with the perfect set of index cards that I basically toss into the air then watch settle happily into place…a place from which I can write.

I know that part of the “problem” is that, as a reader, I don’t really notice plot much. I’ve probably said this here before, but I can read the same mystery three times (okay, years apart, but still…) and not figure out whodunnit. What gets me when I read is the character dynamics, the interactions, the layers of personalities that play out on each other. And those are the pieces I really love about writing. Unfortunately, the best character studies fall flat without story. This, I get.

So…this time around, here’s what I’m thinking.

  • I’m going to read Save the Cat. I’ve been hearing about it for years, and lately Debbi Michiko Florence has been singing its praises. I’m going to see if there’s a takeaway for me that’ll push me forward this time around.
  • I’ll troll through Robin LaFevers’ blog posts, because I know she’s got some great plot stuff.
  • I’m thinking about index cards a little differently. Maybe I’ve missed this before, while everybody else got it (very possible), but I always get confused about who goes on what color card. I mean, my hero is in EVERY SCENE, right? So when does a blue card get assigned to one supporting character and the yellow one to another? What I’m thinking is that maybe those are the background stories, the plot lines that happen off-scene, that we don’t actually see. The events and actions that impact my hero IN the scenes that make it to the page. So I’m thinking green for every on-stage scene, with Caro’s plot points on the cards. Then, oh, purple for her BFF, yellow and blue for the brothers, red for her mother, etc. But the other colors track the back story, the arc of the other characters–what they’re doing while Caro runs around in the foreground crashing into obstacles. Yes? Maybe? If anyone out there realizes this has always been the way to use index cards, and that I’m a clueless wonder for not having realized it before, please feel free to let me know. Nicely.
  • See what I can do with Scrivener. As I go through the workbook, I have been tossing scene cards into Scrivener. Maybe I’ll work with my new index card system in this application. I do have a dread of getting all the physical index cards laid out on the floor, forgetting to close my office door, in comes the cat, and….poof! I’m not sure there’d BE any saving the cat, at that point.
  • Steal ideas. Here’s where you come in. I know a lot of you don’t plot. To be honest, I don’t actually want to hear from you guys right now. Except, you know, in sympathy and support. BUT…those of you who, like me, want a structured home to pour the stories into, who’ve managed–at least once–to build that home and have it work, how about sharing? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?

Yes, I know there is no perfect system. Yes, I know plot is a living, breathing, kicking and biting thing that resists any attempts to tame it. Does this mean I’m not going to try? Nah. I’ll look around, play with what I find, heave a deep sigh, and dig in. But I’d really love it if I had a shovel that at least has a sharp edge and an unbroken handle, that didn’t give me splinters or fall apart when it hit the first rock. So if any of you have a tool you’ve used and like, do, please drop it into the comments. With my thanks!

 

 

This week was about…

  1. Wearing shorts and a sweater, as the sun came out and things moved toward warm, but only actually got there–on our hillside–for a couple of mid-day hours.
  2. Watching youngish deer wander through our newly shorn and fire-proofed property and remembering that we need to start keeping our gates closed, if we want the dogwood and fuchsias to survive.
  3. A little quiet time each evening, as husband and son went for driving-practice outings. Along with starting the car on Monday morning to see the gas gauge just tipping the top of the reserve light.
  4. Attending a parent panel on the college-application process and hearing a few scary things but, mostly, a lot of sanity and reassurance.
  5. Making progress on fiction writing AND work writing, reminding myself that I may not be able to get it all done as fast as I’d like, but I can still get it all done.

And one photo from inside those gates, the plant (azalea?) that five years after planting, my husband was calling plastic and swearing would never bloom. Some things just take a while, right?

It’s happening. I knew it would, and I’ve been resisting it as well as I could, but I’m starting to weaken.

Pretty soon, it’ll be SPLAT! Facedown in the sand, rope burn on my palms.

What am I talking about? The increasingly strong pull to rush move at a slightly faster pace through The Breakout Novel Workbook. I’m starting to get through a worksheet every time I sit down to work. I’m seeing myself type little notes into a step, notes like Covered this in earlier worksheet and Save for later, if needed. Instead of working through extra examples of the tasks Maass assigns, I’m doing just (AKA only) what the assignment says.

I’m scolding myself a little bit, and I’m using some restraint, but I’m also seeing this as a good thing. Tug of war pulls you in two directions–toward something and away from it. Up till now, I’ve been working steadily on the worksheets and making progress, learning more about my characters and their stories–which is why I backed off from drafting the WIP and picked up the Breakout book again. But…and here’s the good part…the more progress I make, the more I’m getting pulled toward writing. Actual scene writing. I drafted a short scene for a worksheet exercise the other day, and it was like a few drops of the most absolutely perfect dessert wine on my tongue. Sweet, smooth, and rich.

I’m getting impatient.

I’m still going to finish the workbook. There were good reasons why I dug back into it and committed to working all the way through. Those reasons still hold. But I do believe I’ll be moving just a little more quickly these days. And maybe loosening up my grip on the rope.

When I saw the preview for The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, I knew I wanted to see it. Judi Dench, Maggie Smith, and a whole slew of other British actors who I was sure I’d seen in something and who, in the trailer, made me laugh at least once? Oh, yeah. Plus, India. For years, since reading Rumer Godden’s kids books, then finding her memoirs, A Time to Dance, No Time to Weep and A House with Four Rooms, when I grew up, I’ve been intrigued with that country. It’s a place I’d love to visit, and a place–honestly–I’m a bit afraid to visit, for various reasons. Obviously, it’s completely different to fall in love with a place on the page than to actually step into the streets and interact with people. I don’t typically do well with loud, crowded, and seriously bright, and I know the poverty would get to me. Someday, I hope I reach the point where I can let the worries go, then make the trip and somehow manage to just experience it all.

Which brings me to what I loved about The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. It’s what I love about the idea of growing older and doing it the “right” way. It’s what I’ve always loved about books with “older” women (as in, not THAT much older than me now) who have loosened their own reins, the ones they’ve spent years holding tightly onto, the ones they’ve finally learned to relax. I read books like these when I was a teen, when I was in my twenties, and I still do. (For a light, but wonderful representation of this feeling, read Dorothy Gilman’s first Mrs. Pollifax mystery, The Unexpected Mrs. Pollifax. I love the whole series, but this first book, especially the first few, choice-making chapters, totally hits it for me.) They represent a goal, a dream, the person I want to grow up to be. And, yes, I think the person I am growing up to be.

It’s about expansiveness.

It’s about, as I said, loosening the demands and expectations and restrictions we place on ourselves, or that we let others place on us. It’s about looking for opportunities to change, to change one’s life and/or attitude. It’s about welcoming those opportunities when they come, even if you do it nervously and with baby steps and with one hand on the door behind you in case you decide to step back through. It’s about stretching past those fears, like the ones I have about traveling to India, and taking a chance that there will be bad stuff as part of an experience, but that there will also be good stuff, and the one will make the other worthwhile, even okay.

You have to go see the movie. I am not going to give you any spoilers. But it was just beautiful to watch these people, all at some different place along this path, at an age when expectations might tell them to just sit still and quit moving, to just accept the parts of the world that cometo them and ignore any of the parts they have to get to themselves. And it was wonderful to remember which way I want to do this life, from now until the time I absolutely can’t. And even then, to keep trying.

Okay, I admit it. Sometimes when I can’t think of a good blog topic of my own, I scan the internet for other people’s thoughts to share with you. BUT…this morning, I had just barely opened up my Google Reader when fantastic posts started jumping out at me. So today, be glad you’re getting links to other blogs! And that I let myself cheat on the Friday Five and not bother counting!

  • A few things Jennifer Hubbard was thinking about that, as usual, I spend time thinking about, too.
    Older and Younger
  • Beth Revis interviews Robin LaFevers, whose newest book Grave Mercy I have been raving about since I read it.
    Robin LaFevers interview
  • Alex Villasante talks about how easy (NOT!) it is being out on submission. For the first time. Go, read, sympathize!
    What I Know about Being on Submission
  • Jo Knowles has a wonderful post about actually knowing, truly, where your manuscript is–even if that “where” isn’t yet Done.
    A Little More Work to be Done
  • Ramona DeFelice Long has started a new series of How-To posts. Ramona is a freelance editor as well as a writer, so stop in here at her first post and just keep reading throughout the month.
    A Bold New Blog Plan
  • One of Jennifer Laughran’s usual intelligent, thoughtful posts–this one on reading books by authors we personally dislike or disrespect.
    Reading with the Enemy
  • Jeannine Atkins posts about getting some pretty intense critique feedback. This is, as far as I’m concerned, the courage and strength we all need to have about and for our writing.
    One Hundred Pages

No, it’s not quite like hunting snipe.

But it matters a lot more.

Yes, I’m working on a picture-book revision this week, so the detail problem is more in my face than when I’m writing early draft thoughts about the YA WIP. But still…it’s relevant for all writing, I think.

Yesterday, on Facebook, Hélène Boudreau said she was craving s’mores. And then she posted this picture:

Look at that. Is that a chocolate bar over which the marshmallow is melting? It is not. It’s a peanut-butter cup.

Besides making me drool crazily and want to run right out to the store for supplies, what does the peanut-butter cup do? It changes the whole thing. If you’re like me and you love peanut butter, not to mention peanut butter inside chocolate, it makes the whole idea of a s’more so much better, I’ll never go back. (Now if someone would just come up with a replacement for those dry graham crackers!) If you are someone who doesn’t like peanut-butter cups (seriously?!), it might make you shake your head in dismay. If you have peanut allergies, I’m guessing you’re not having a happy Pavlovian response right now.

My point? There’s a difference between a plain chocolate bar and a peanut-butter cup. And it’s a difference that can tell us something specific about a person or a character.

You start with an idea, a concept. Let’s say: Friendship. I like that. Now, because you know better than to tell this friendship, you try to think of something that shows friendship. How about a present? Okay. Great. What present? A book? Or a racing-car set? Tickets to the next James Bond movie? Or to that all-nude production of Waiting for Godot?

One more? Concept: Anger. Details: Throwing a chair through the window or curling up into a ball on the couch? Knocking down that tower of blocks or turning your back on everybody else in the room and building that tower slowly, steadily, as close to the sky as you can get it?

I’ve gone on here about how I’m usually on the side of fewer details, especially in historical novels. And I stand by my belief that too many details is just…too many.  I also get that–with a picture book–the writer who supplies too many details is not only overdoing the word count, but is probably also getting in the way of the illustrator. BUT…when it comes time to actually pick a detail, you need the right one. It needs to add to the story, reveal character, and create an image in the reader’s mind.

What will I be doing today? Sitting at my computer, staring into space, letting ideas and words and images saunter through my brain. I’ll have my butterfly net handy, ready to catch any possibilities, drop them into my story, and see if they’re the right fit. Most I’ll set free again, but I’m definitely hoping for one that will decide to stay.

A couple of recommendations for picture books in which the authors have, IMO, done a beautiful job picking details:

Today’s thoughts on the subject:

  1. Balanced in family, work, and creativity.
  2. Still head over heals in love with all three above.
  3. Calm. (Or as calm as it is possible for me to be!)
  4. Striving to keep myself healthy and fit. I wouldn’t say no to a line-in-the-sand on the wrinkles.
  5. Resisting, at least a bit, the label Grown Up.

What about you?

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