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Taking an Editing Break

If you’ve been reading my posts for a few months, you may be feeling like I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking (and blogging) about life and transitions and business and…yeah, all that. And you’d probably be right!

So I’m going to keep this short. If you look around my site this week, you’ll see a change. It’s over at my Editing page. The gist of the change is that I’m taking a little time off.

Oh. Sorry. Sometimes I crack myself up.

Time off?

Well, just from editing. I’m stepping off into another venture, another aspect of using the words that seem to be my primary tool in life. I’ve taken on a grant-researching and writing project for a local nonprofit. It started out as a few hours a week, but you know how that goes. And when I took a look at what’s coming for them, and me, in the next few months, I knew I couldn’t do it all. (Well, you know, not and stay sane.)

This is the path that I think, and hope, is going to lead me back into the working world, as my son makes his way through and (yikes!) out of high school in the next few years.  I’m learning a LOT of new stuff and really enjoying the people at the organization.

So, if you look at that Editing page, you’ll see my “On Hiatus” statement at the top. I’ve also collected and posted a few referrals, in case you stop by here looking for someone to edit your manuscript. The editors I’ve listed all have different backgrounds and different focuses, but they’re also all someone I would trust with my writing and–so–with the writing of anyone who comes here looking for assistance.

I’m not absolutely sure where this new path will lead me, or for how long, but I’ll keep the Editing page up-t0-date with information about me and about these referrals.

And, as always, I wish you the best with all your writing projects.

Posted in Social Networking

Friday Five: Thoughts on My Twitterless September

So way back at the start of the month, I decided to try an experiment–to go all September without using Twitter. And, look, here we are at the end of that same month.

I have to say, it was a lot easier than I expected.  I’m not sure if that should make me proud of slightly embarrassed at how much time I spent with Twitter before September

Anyway, other than a few reflexive glances down to my task bar for the Tweetdeck icon and a few times when I thought about not tweeting my blog posts or comments, honestly, I didn’t miss it. For now, I’m not going back. No long-term promises, and I’m not getting rid of my account, but if you’re looking for me, you can find me at Facebook.

For my Friday Five, I’m going to do just a little analysis of what this might mean…about me. The thing to remember about Social Networking, I think, is that we can (and should) only do what works for us, not what appeals to others or what they tell us we “need” to be doing. So these comments are in no way judgements about people who like Twitter, who are happy & comfortable there. They’re just some thoughts I had this month.

1.The biggest thing I noticed about going Twitterless was that, overall, I felt less…twitchy. Yes, I’m sure the yoga has something to do with this, as well as my overall commitment to slowing down and taking time to relax. Still, in my online time, it was one less place to click over to, one less place to check in. And that felt…more like slowing down and taking time to relax.

2. I may very well be missing a marketing opportunity by not being on Twitter–a marketing opportunity for me, for The Writing & Critique Survival Guide, for future books.

3. Assuming #2 is true, I’m going to accept missing that opportunity. One feeling that has been hovering around the periphery of my brain lately and that this experiment seemed to bring to the forefront is that I can only do so much marketing. I didn’t like the feeling I had when I thought things like, “Maybe I should just tweet this blog post” or “Oh, the people on Twitter may not know about this review of my book.” Again, this one is definitely just me–I totally get and support the fact that we ARE in charge of marketing for our works, and that–if done respectfully and professionally–it’s a good thing to be doing. It just felt a little too me-focused for my personal comfort zone.

4. I don’t know if I got more writing time by staying off Twitter. But, again, it felt like there was just one less thing pulling me away from that writing. When I started tweeting, I had more time available for that writing, for working on my current WIPS, than I do now. (Life changes…fast!) My list of to-dos seems pretty chopped-up, most days. Taking one thing off it feels good.

5. I’m also going to let go of my newsletter. I blogged about the possibility back here, and people were really nice about telling me I should keep going. So I gave it another try, but it’s another thing that just isn’t getting done and another thing that doesn’t feel like my thing. I am going to keep track of the mailing list–keeping future doors open, but as soon as I get organized enough to get over to the newsletter website, I’m going to close the account. Again…you can find me here and on Facebook!

Am I glad I tried this? I really am–much more than I thought I would be. I encourage you to keep doing what you find fun and useful and, occasionally, check in with yourself and see what’s making you happy and what’s maybe not. And then–if you want–set up your own experiment. Just to see what happens!

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Banned Books Week: My Two Cents

Banning books. It’s one of the few things that makes me want to say the fully-spoken translation of the WTF?! acronym. Because why?

Because it makes no sense.

Where is the logic in making it harder for anyone–children, teens, adults–to learn, to know their own world or a part of the world that doesn’t specifically/immediately touch them? Hide a truth under a rock, bury it in a hill of dirt, tear or burn the pages, remove it from a library shelf, take it out of the classroom…what are you doing? You’re making it harder for us to understand each other, to communicate about each other.

You’re amping up the barriers that create Other.

Not to mention the silliness of the attempt which, especially today with the Internet and Social Networking, you’re pushing a lot of readers to go out and get that book they didn’t yet know about and which you just sent them a big, neon-flashing alert about. The book you just made them want to read–whether out of curiosity, irritation, or rebellion.

I’m just reading a book called Haunting Legacies: Violent Histories and Transgenerational Trauma, by Gabriele Schwab. The book is research for my historical YA WIP, and it’s sort of halfway between a university-type analysis and a personal memoir. Schwab was born in Germany at the end of WWII, and she talks powerfully about being the generation to live with the guilt, albeit how buried and silent, of the previous generation.

At one point in the book, Schwab explains how, after the war, she was “mainly exposed to the massive infusion into the German cultural and educational sector of North American literature and Hollywood films, as well as a great deal of propaganda. The only open critics of such a refashioning of Germany were the teachers of German literature who sunned the Anglicization of the German language and forbade us to use ‘foreign’ words. They also lamented the fact that postwar children grew up without German literature because it had almost instantly been replaced in school curricula with those allegedly ‘uncultured’ books by such new American authors as Hemingway, Steinbeck, and Pearl S. Buck.”

Obviously, there’s a lot of complex and layered emotions in this memory, and–of course–in my reading of and reaction to it, that aren’t connected to the banning issue. But the sentence I want to highlight for this post today comes at the start of the next paragraph. Schwab writes:

“In defiance of our teachers we enthusiastically took to American literature…”

It doesn’t work, folks. Ultimately, most people will find the books they want to read. In some ways, if you try to stop that, you are making a joke of yourself.

The sad part of this, though, is that there are readers, predominantly children, who will have their reading lives–that magic thing–made much more difficult and painful by banning. Because while you can’t keep books away from “the people,” you can keep them away from a person.

This needs not to happen.

So a Thank You to everybody supporting Banned Books Week, however you’re doing it. Thanks to the American Library Association for making it an annual event. Thanks to every author who has suffered (and, no, I don’t see it as a game for the authors to whom it happens) through their book being banned or challenged and who has stood up to the attempt and–here’s the biggie–kept writing.

My son let me know that his favorite thrift shop is celebrating Banned Books Week with a special sale of banned & challenged books. Boom! Out came my wallet. I’ll be curious to see what he brings home.

As for me, I read as many books as I can fit into my days, banned and unbanned. And I’m taking the week as a reminder to myself that, no–I’m not writing to be banned–but this YA has some painful truths in it. And I am writing to depict those truths as realistically and powerfully as I can. If accomplishing that means angering any of those people who consider banning books a right, well, then I will count that as a part of success.

If you want to learn more about Banned Books Week, check out the excellent list of links that Debbi Michiko Florence has provided at her new blog, DEBtastic Reads. Thanks, Debbi, for doing the work!

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Why Are You Writing THIS Story?

We hear this question a lot: Why do you write? (Especially for those of us still on that path TO publication)? I have lots of easy answers to that: Because it’s the best feeling, because I’m not much good with stuff other than words, because I can type really fast, because I have to…

But a different question is: Why do you write this? This character, this era, this problem? Especially when, as it so often is, this is really hard.

Here’s a quick list for my historical YA, by far the hardest writing project I’ve ever taken on and the one that makes me face this question more often than I’ve ever had to before.

  • Because my hero has a strength that I want to get on the page.
  • Because the wrongness that was going on in 1910 is still going on today.
  • Because my hero has to face a choice I think many teens today have to face, and I want them to know that I, at least, support them in it.
  • Because I know that if I back off from this story, there will be a heap of things left behind that I chose not to learn. And where will that take my writing?
  • Because (and here’s where the hope comes in), I believe this story has power.

What brings you back to your WIP, even when you are tired or doubtful or drifting? What is it about this story that makes you need to write it? What is the call you can’t ignore?

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Friday Five: Adventures I’ve Had This Week.

Anything can be an adventure, right, as long as your attitude says so? So, in that spirit, here are 5 of my adventures this week.

1. Joining the Writers on the Move Facebook page. I’d seen Christina Katz’ posts, and it looked like a good way to share my quick thoughts about yoga in a very supportive place. I was right.

2. Taking my first Restorative Yoga class. O….M…G…relaxing for an-hour-and-a-half straight and calling this exercise? And feeling awesome when you leave? Two thumbs up, people.

3. Importing a file into Scrivener. It worked! And it got me refocused on finding the conflict in a scene, by making me look at what I’d written in the last draft and trying to target it to the place my character is now, in this draft. Good stuff.

4. Getting together with my “boss” at my new volunteer job, the one that will hopefully lead me back into the workplace. The paying workplace. Actually, I’m going from here TO that adventure, but thinking it will be a good meeting. “Meeting.” Just the fact that I’m using that word makes it all feel one step closer.

5. Buying a humongous pile of vegetables at the grocery store, chopping them all up, cooking them, and–yeah, eating them. I am pretty darned tired of salads, and it’s all about trying to eat healthier, even though vegetables are not my favorite thing. But I have to say, the ones I picked were not half-bad, and I do think the leftovers will actually get eaten, not just sit there in the back of the fridge and get green…er.

What adventures have you taken on this week? And how did those go for you?

Posted in Plot

I’m on Page WHAT?!

I wrote a fun scene the other day. One of those BIG scenes–when things turn in a different direction for your hero. When your hero turns things in a different direction. It was rough. I knew I still had a long way to go to turn it into the scene it ultimately needs to be (not like I can’t say that about EVERY scene I’m writing these days!). But I’d made one change in how my hero was approaching the moment, and it felt like the right change. It felt like I was putting something important on ground.

So, happily, I printed out the scene & stuck it in my binder and backed up the file. And then I happened to take a look at the page count. (I know, word-count is cooler, but my brain still wants to wrap itself around the placement of scenes in the pages I turn in a printed, published book.)

145 pages.

Okay, sure, it felt good in a way. 145 pages is a nice, little pile. It’s a good way into a project. It’s proof of productivity.

It’s also WAY too far into the story for this scene to be happening. We’re talking YA here–which means 145 pages is, unhappily, over halfway through the book. And this scene does NOT take place halfway through the book. Or it shouldn’t.

No, I don’t have the scene in the wrong place. It’s not that I need to mix things up and rearrange. It’s that I am facing the fact of how much cutting I’m going to be doing in the next draft.

I’m not panicking. Not yet. Not really.

Well, maybe a little.

I’m still writing forward, and I’m not going to stop. But I’m going to do a few things along the way, too.

I’m going to get back into reading YA, and I’m going to take a page from Kelly Fineman’s book of rereading. I tried to find the post I’m remembering, but couldn’t–that’s okay, you should be reading Kelly’s blog, anyway, so you can go hunt it down if you want! But, SOMEWHERE, Kelly talks about rereading, which she sometimes does the minute she’s finished a book. The point, though, is that she rereads for many reasons, but the one that I think is the most important for me to take away is that it helps you see HOW the author is doing something. You’ve got the story down, you just read it, so you’re less immersed in what’s-going-to-happen-next and more available to wow-how-did-she-get-all-that-into-a-four-page-scene. (Or in the case of Kathryn Fitzmaurice’s wonderful soon-to-be-published A Diamond in the Desert, a half-page!) Kelly, if I’m getting this wrong, come slap some sense into me in the comments! ANYWAY, I’m going to pick a few well-done YAs with short chapters and do some studying. Not copying, people, studying. I want to find a structure, a voice, a way of telling that works for me and Caro.

And if anybody has any titles to suggest for this exercise, please drop them into the comments…with my thanks!

I’ve opened up a Scrivener folder in my Draft 3 project called BIG PLOTTING STUFF. So far there are two cards in there: ACCIDENT and QUITS. (Yes, I have more on my actual cards, but you don’t get the secrety things until the book is published!) And I’m going to add some bulleted steps for cause and effect to each of these cards. For instance, you might see this on one card:

Boy mentions party.
C decides to go to party.
Mom says no.
C runs into street.

ACCIDENT

C is hit by train.
Boy brings chocolates.
Mom weeps.
C wins Olympic gold medal.

No, that’s not what you do see on my card; again, it’s what you might see. You know, if there were any Olympic games in my WIP. I’m just going to try and get an idea of what leads up to each big event and what each big event causes to happen afterward. Each of those lesser events might turn out to be an entire scene, or they might all get blended into one scene. I don’t know. And I won’t know for quite a while, I’m sure. But it’s going to start me thinking about what’s smaller and what’s more important, and how much time I need to spend on it all.

Hopefully.

Oh, you know, this may just be another way to procrastinate, to try and get control of something that needs to remain nebulous for a while longer. But maybe it’s me coming at a tricky project in a new way, applying a process I haven’t tried before. And maybe it’ll help.

We can only try, right?

Do you tend to write long or short in your early drafts? What do you do when it’s time to cut or expand?

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The Big Friendly Giveaway Has a Winner

Last night, I copied the names from the Comments section of my Roald Dahl post onto little piece of paper and dropped them in a bowl. I brought the bowl to my son.

He doesn’t get quite as excited as Trixie about helping me choose contest winners, but he does take the minute away from whatever he’s doing to close his eyes and pull out a name. I call that gracious.

And today’s winner of The BFG? Well, here’s your first clue.

And if you don’t know that this means the winner is…

Jama Rattigan!

You haven’t spent enough time at her blog, Alphabet Soup. And all I can say about that is, “Tsk, Tsk.”

Jama, send me an email at beckylevine at ymail dot com, with your mailing address, and I’ll get the Paddington’s copy your copy of The BFG out in the mail!

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Thoughts on Slowing Down from Jennifer R. Hubbard (and Me!)

Jennifer R. Hubbard posted here on taking time off, not pushing quite as hard to always be running. As usual, Jenn’s thoughts are clear and on target, and–as often happens–she hit a chord with me.

I’m not sure at what stage, life gets less busy. I’ve watched my parents since they sold their veterinary practice and–if they’re any indicator–it doesn’t happen during retirement. And, like Jenn says, I’m not sure I want to have fewer things going on in my life. I like the things have going. I want to keep them. Or, possibly, trade one in for another, slightly different variant.

But…

It  has become crystal clear to me that I can’t keep going at full-speed, like I have for so many years. People told me that, as my son got older, I’d start to feel like time with him at home was fading and precious, and I’m sure that has something to do with it. And, yes, stress is bad for my health; yes, it makes me a less pleasant person to be around; no, it doesn’t help me accomplish more.

Here’s the big thing, though: I don’t like it.


I know. Profound.

But it’s taken me some years to get here. I had a quiet teenage life, and some pretty dull twenties. Honestly, as much as I love my son and always have, the baby years were not exactly stimulating for me. (Be careful what you ask for: See Teenage Years, PLENTY Stimulating!). And I think, when I had a chance to “come back,” to step into the life I had that I finally wanted, I went with filling up that empty space and time.

A lot.

As I said, I’m still doing that. I’m writing and editing and marketing and  “housekeeping” (Quotes: The way I do it, I don’t think you can call it the real thing!). I just took on a volunteer position that I hope should to me stepping back into the earning-money work-work world in a year or so. Something I very much want to do.

But, yeah. Things are just going to keep getting busier.

Which, I’m starting to see, means I have to make the slow times happen. I have to let myself actually stop for lunch, with a book (of course). I have to let myself stay with that book for a few minutes after I’m done. I have to remind myself to listen to music and dance (well, sometimes it just happens, okay!). I have to keep doing the yoga and using it to set my state-of-mind to s…l…o…w…e…r for the rest of the day.

Okay, I have to stop using “have to” and remember to switch that to “get to.”

I get to relax.
As Jenn says, it’s a rich life. Let’s enjoy it.


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What We Can Learn from Roald Dahl & a BFG (Big Friendly Giveaway)!

I love books. I love authors. I am constantly impressed by what other people put on the page, how tightly they weave a story, how instantaneously they pull me into their characters. If you read my blog at all or follow my Facebook updates, you know this.

Honestly, though, there are only a few authors at whose altars I truly worship. Worship as in stand in awe at the magic they have wrought, at the perfection of their books, at how lost I get when I am in their world.

Roald Dahl is one of these authors.

For his birthday, I thought I’d toss up a few things I think we can learn from Mr. Dahl, whether we’re writers, readers, parents, or even a politician who’s capable of walking around with an open mind. Really. I think there are a few.

Distraction: If you want to read a delicious post about Roald Dahl and FOOD, plus get a RECIPE, check out Jama Rattigan’s birthday post here.

Here we go…

  • Chocolate is good. Just ask Charlie.
  • Love is also good. Even for us old folks. Read Esio Trot.
  • There are bad people in the world. Sometimes they’re witches (read The Witches), sometimes they’re aunts or parents (read James and the Giant Peach and Matilda.) If you try to pretend they don’t exist, that everybody is a kind friend, you aren’t fooling the kids–whether you’re writing for them or parenting them. Or censoring “for” them.  Are you really fooling yourself?
  • It’s okay to take on these bad people and do battle. Even if you are the child whom other people will tell to stay in your place, be quiet, don’t argue. You have power and strength. Sometimes that strength comes as magic (read Matilda again), and sometimes it comes as intelligence, creativity, and determination (read The BFG). Find your strengths, welcome them, and use them.
  • There are also good people out there, who will listen to you, give you friendship, and support you in your battle. Find them, trust them, and stick with them.
  • Push yourself. Take risks. Cross the line. Again, this applies to our life-life, but really, really, it applies to our writing life. (Read any of Dahl’s books.) Look at what Roald Dahl wrote. Look at the extreme situations he put his characters in, and look at the extremes they used to save themselves. Did he touch adult nerves? Oh, yes, he did. And does. Do the kids care? They do not. They just fall in love.
  • Do that with your writing—Fall. In. Love. I don’t know for a fact how Dahl felt about his own stories. I’m sure he struggled, as we all do, with early drafts, with revision that wasn’t taking him where he wanted to go. But I’m also sure, in my gut, that he could not have written the magic he gave us, without loving what he was doing. Without loving his heroes, without loving their worlds. Yeah, I’m sure.

I know I just had a contest, but, really, I need another one with this post. Leave a comment with the title of your favorite Roald-Dahl book and tell me why. I’ll leave the contest up over the weekend, and I’ll announce a winner on Monday–a winner for a copy of my favorite book by Dahl: The BFG.

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That Stupid Thing Called Fear

I always think I’m pretty good about the fear thing. I do pretty well at working on my projects, facing the fear that they may never “make it,” tucking that away into the little box where it belongs, where it won’t get in the way of the actual writing. I do pretty well, too, working through a yucky first draft, opening up the little box again and dropping in the worry that yucky is the only adjective I’ll ever have to describe the story.

Where fear seems to hit me, though, is when I haven’t been working on a project for a while. Sometimes, it’s a vacation that takes me away, sometimes it’s the job-work that makes it hard to get to, sometimes–like recently–it’s that I’ve been working on some other writing project, like my picture book.

Whatever the reason, there comes a time when I have to transition back.

Here’s how I was feeling this week about stepping back into my YA historical:

  • This second draft just isn’t really much further along than the first draft. (There’s a good reason for this, which I talked about here, but still…)
  • I was really having fun writing a funny picture book, you know? I was smiling a lot.
  • Oh, boy, are there some not-cheerful research books I need to be reading.
  • What was I even writing last time I worked on the YA?
  • I so don’t have enough clue about my protagonist yet.
  • I think there are probably about a bajillion pages I should just cut.

And so on.

Then I spent a few minutes–seriously, fifteen? last week just looking at the last few chapters I’d written in the YA. And–as usual–I saw stuff that, yeah, made me gag, and I saw stuff–as usual–that was…good. And I started to see where, in the future, I’l need to compress events, edit too-modern language, and you know…revise. I’m not ready to do that, obviously, but the consensus between me, my brain, and my anxiety was pretty much: Hey, this isn’t all bad.

And some of the fear went away.

I spent another few minutes–three, this time? thinking about the next scene. Which is one I’d actually written for the first draft, but that still has a place in Caro’s new story. And I thought of some changes that would make things happen more quickly, make Caro more angry at another character, and show her at least trying to take charge.

One more little bubble of fear popped up. You probably know this one: Are these really the right changes to make?

Well, because I’d dropped myself back into the book the day before, I was able to take that bubble of fear, pop it, and drop the residue into the box. And slam the lid.

And I was able to sit down and write.

And fall in love all over again with this story and this world and, most of all, this hero.

The moral of this lesson is 1) Try not to stay away from a writing project for longer than you have to and 2) Try even harder not to listen to the fear.

It’s not only destructive; it’s wrong. Put on your armor, heft your shield, draw your sword. Then get back into the arena and write.