Words on the Page; Aged to Perfection

Last week we went to my daughter’s open house at school.  In the little fifteen minute spiel given by her health teacher he said that one of the units they’d be talking about next marking period was “Aging Gracefully.” He went on to explain how important he thought it was that the kids had this information: taking care of oneself with diet and exercise while young, would only benefit oneself in later years.  Of course, I made an instant connection to my writing, one that has really hit home this week.

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It isn’t a new concept. In fact, it’s probably one of the oldest rules of writing. The words need time to sit, to cool on the page, before being self-edited. As a writer, we need to step away from a new work, give it and ourselves time and distance before revisiting and polishing it.  If I remember correctly, Steven King says in On Writing that he needs a year to feel completely distanced from the work. I tend to find four to six weeks is enough time for me. (But then again, I’m not Steven King and maybe his approach is better!)

Over the last couple weeks I’ve been going over a recently written manuscript, giving it that final edit. It’s one I’ve been through twice before, but this is the important one. The one that comes after the words have aged. The one where the words I’m reading feel fresh and new… and yes, sometimes completely wrong for the job I meant them to do.  A snip here, a cut there, maybe some extra exposition sprinkled about and hopefully in the end this perfectly aged manuscript will be ready to see the light of day.

Of course, the words will never be completely fresh to my own eyes, and I will never have a  completely neutral  perception of their quality. Sometimes we can write truly obnoxious or extremely wordy phrases that we think are genius at the time.  We may know better later, but by then we’ve become fond of our little children and can’t seem to find the heart to kick them to the curb.  This would be why critique partners are a good idea, but that’s a completely differnt topic all together.

So, like fine wine and really good chili, time is the magic ingredient that will assure a better end product.  The words we write aren’t nearly as good when they are young, but instead must be aged to perfection.

Monday Musing: Writing Doesn’t Have to Be Solitary

I’ve always been one to embrace that solitary recluse image that often comes to mind when you think of a writer.  I love the images of a dark room, old blue jeans and a flannel shirt, lost in one’s own world. A little morbid? Yeah. Maybe. But the truth is as much as we may try to embrace the images or own them, they really aren’t true — or at least they don’t have to be.

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Nearly three years ago I stumbled upon  Romance Writers of America (RWA) and my local chapter (MVRWA) and in that time have made some of my closest friends. Before that I’d joined online communities for writers. And while writing in and of itself is something we do alone; as writers we don’t have to be lonely. There are others out there who want to connect and bond, because let’s face those who don’t write, often just don’t get us. They can’t figure out why we obsess over how a dead body looks after five days of decomposition, what kind of near-death experiences are easily recovered from, or how to kill someone with a bag of marbles and a paperclip. Other writers know these are important questions that need answers!

These were the types of questions and answers flying about at the past weekends brainstorming retreat held by MVRWA.  A weekend when we solitary creatures get together with others of our kind and help plot our stories.  We work out GMC, character flaws, plot points, black moments and the inciting incidents that bring hero and heroine together.   Sure, it’s not all about the work, we laugh, we eat (A LOT) and connect. Because even though being a recluse may be an image we think looks good on us, we know that commonality and shared interests is really all it takes to connect.

Now, with the weekend behind me, I can retreat to my writing room, pull out my manuscript and get back to work.  I’m slipping into ‘edit’ mode for this coming week.  Rereading my current manuscript from the beginning and layering in a new plot point.

Real Life Romance?

Last weekend I attended my nieces wedding. And while it was a beautiful afternoon, and the young couple was so much in love, I couldn’t help but reflect on the romantic view of wedded bliss and the real thing. ‘Cause face it, real life isn’t like we read (or write) about in the romance novels.

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And no, this isn’t going to be about how much married life bites, because that is not what I mean when I say it’s different. I simply mean…it’s different.

Sure, if the book you’re reading is good, the couple will have obstacles to face and demons and hurdles to overcome before they can be together, but then we are often left with the impression that from that moment on, life is a breeze. When the real fact of the matter is, that is really when the hard work begins.

Not only was last Saturday my niece’s wedding day but it was my husband and my twenty-second wedding anniversary. (Yeah, it blows my my mind too to think I’ve been married that long!) And while my husband my still be my personal romantic hero, there are days when I get annoyed and some of his little habits  wear on my nerves (and yes, I’m quite aware this goes both ways). The point is, and advice I’d offer any new married couple, is while love and romance are wonderful, marriage is hard work.  It takes commitment, communication, and dedication. And much like anything that’s worth having, the rewards for working hard to attain it are certainly worth the cost.

Published at BC: Stevie Ray Vaughan Breaks Free from Vault

On November 3, Wolfgang’s Vault will be hosting a special event, liberating the largest simultaneous release of live concerts for download. They’ve branded it “Cracking the Vault Day” and shows from The Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Miles Davis, and many others will be available for the first time ever.

But you don’t have to wait until November to get in on the fun. With today’s announcement of CVD, Wolfgang’s Vault is launching a classic Stevie Ray Vaughan Show recorded in Philadelphia in 1983. They will follow this up with a release of his 1984 Austin show on Friday, and these two shows are just the beginning of what will be offered from Vaughan come November 3..

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Monday Musing: This Crazy Life

It’s not always fair to classify everything that gets in the way of achieving a goal (a writing one in this instance) as an obstacle or hurdle. Sometimes it isn’t any more complicated than life happens. Joyous occasions that pull families together, like a wedding for example, can skim hours away from the craft but abstaining just isn’t even an option.

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I think of hurdles as those creative road blocks.  Issues with the writing itself, problems with the plot or theme that aren’t ringing true and keep us from moving forward.  Yes, life can have the effect on progress but we still have to live it.  There will be times, when we have to forgo something fun because work must be finished, but I think much more often schedules can be tweaked, ‘all-nighters’ can be done, to make up for a few hours spent with family and friends.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, I fell a little short with my goals this week. Instead of focusing on the hurdles however.  I’m taking this Monday to dust myself off and get back in the saddle.  I’m setting new goals, and reaffirming my drive to accomplish them this week.

New Goals: 5,000 new words on Resurrecting Harry; 50 pages of FP edited.

Doom and Gloom

There’s this stereotypical image out there of a writer as a recluse, someone who is a little crazy and all about their solitude. For those who know me the best–my family–they insist I’m a negative person who always looks to the worse possible outcome.   I was reminded of this image over the weekend when my husband was telling friends a story about a camping trip. I had started the weekend in a foul mood for one reason or another and when we got to our destination and set up our campers (We camped with friends and always set up on connected lots facing each other.) I stepped out of our motorhome to survey the lay of the land.   My analysis: “Rock, hole, hole, stump…someone’s going to the hospital before the weekends is over.”

DoomA little negative and a very grumpy? Oh yeah!  Right? Almost.

No one ended up at the hospital, but I twisted an ankle in one of those holes, my son got a bloody nose, and our friend’s son severely burned his hand on the long fork like utensil we used to cook hotdogs over the fire. This was all on night one.

Some might say I tempted the fates, and brought all the evil upon us. Others accuse me of seeing the worst no matter what, and on that weekend, they’d probably be right. I brought my feelings of doom and gloom down upon our campsite because of my foul mood.  But sometimes I think it’s just that creative, writer side of me that looks for the holes and the rocks.

When I lay out a plot for a book, we don’t think about a long happy road to Oz for our main characters, we devise a long, dark, twisted trail of adversary they need to overcome on the way to achieving their goal.  If ‘nothing bad’ happens, if there is no conflict, the story is…well, dull.

Did we need all that negativity to make our camping trip fun and exciting? I’m thinking it would have made for a nicer weekend had we not been battered and broken. But, if it had been a nice, easy weekend, we probably wouldn’t still be telling the story a half dozen years later.

So, instead of looking at myself as a negative person, I like to think of myself as creative. Crazy and a loner too? Maybe just a bit.

Monday Musings: Fall Cleaning, Not Only for Closets

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have a hubby who is good around the house. I take for granted and forget that not everyone can figure out what’s wrong with the dryer or my car, and not everyone can adjust a closet organizer to better fit my needs in five minutes flat.

broomI’ve made a short list of around-the-house projects I want tackle this fall, and the first was to come up with a better system in my closet.  Dear hubby fixed my issues in just a few minutes (as I already mentioned) but emptying out the closet, sorting through my clothes and putting everything away took all of Saturday.

Even though it’s a lot of work, I feel so accomplished after I go through my closets/drawers twice a year. I package up items that I no longer like or can’t wear for goodwill or one of the local shelters, and really deep clean. I can’t explain how or why but there’s something cathartic about physically cleaning, that helps push away mental and emotional garbage, sort of like a rebirth with the seasons. Also, busy hands on a task like this–that requires so little mental power–allow my brain to go to a creative place. I come up with some of the best story ideas while working on household tasks. Sometimes I’m able to work out plot problems on a work-in-progress, by turning off the analytical part of my brain. And the best part? Thanks to a little handy work from my man and a few hours of work, my closet is now clean and organized.  Here’s hoping I can keep it that way for awhile.

Report on last weeks goal: I was able to edit the 50 pages, but fell just a little short on the new words.

This week’s writing goals: 5, 000 new words on WIP; 50 pages of editing.

Have a good week!

Published at BC: Enter to Win: Radius Atomic Bass Earphones

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I’ll Miss That Someday…

(A very short post today in memory of some dear.)

I’ll Miss that Someday” ~ Rick Springfield/Venus in Overdrive

So take the time to say (to say)
Yeah take the time
When life in unpredictable, take the time to say
I’ll miss that someday
One season
One reason
Screaming I won’t say the words
Bite my tounge cause nothing lasts forever
Drag it out and take my hand
We’ll do the best we can

Seasons change, people pass

Life moves on, even when we wish it could stand still just for a moment.

Ashes to dust, but memories remain. Someday is today.

Monday Musings: The Labor Day BBQ

So even though today is Labor Day, we had that traditional cookout with friends and family yesterday.  All-in-all, it was nice. I love to entertain and we don’t do it nearly enough in my book, so it was a lot of fun to have people over and cook for them.  But traditional BBQ? No, not really.

The menu consisted of grilled chicken (some marinated in a honey teriyaki and some in a ginger sesame) and steak, but the rest of the menu was less than traditional fare: oven baked cheese potatoes, fresh baked biscuits, labordaysteamed broccoli and a desert of either strawberry cheesecake or strawberry shortcake, but, of course, the important part was the company, and it was definitely good, relaxing, and fun. As good as the food was, I have to say, I’m really looking forward to the more traditional Brats and potato salad which is planned for later today.

But the achievement I felt best about yesterday was making a writing goal — 1k new words — on a day that was complicated by cooking and impending company.  I hope to at least match that if not exceed it today, but I do have to run some errands this afternoon.

Process on last weeks writing goals: I wrote about 4k new words, edited approx 25 pages, marked up 75 pages to include a second POV, and sent out approx 10 queries on a completed project.

This week’s goals: 5-7k new words, 50 pages of edits.

Enjoy your holiday, everyone.