What I Watched: Survivor

What I Read/Watched is my Friday series detailing a writing lesson I learned from something I watched or read. It is not my intention to divulge spoilers, but sometimes it might be necessary to explain the lesson.

I’ve always found the name of this show to be a bit of a misnomer. Or, at the very least, it carries a double meaning. Because the actual surviving the elements part isn’t completely left up to the contestants.  They aren’t really all on their own after all. They are surrounded by camera crews and production staff, and occasionally Jeff comes down from the fancy hotel to interact.

But what the contestants do have to survive is an intense social game. They have to form alliances and perform as a team while playing for a solo-prize. Most often, this causes them to face inner demons and on the reunion show at the end of a season there is a  lot of talk about the emotional journey they experienced.

Hmmm, not all that different than what should happen in our books, hu?

This week that struggle was particularly real for Brandon Hantz, nephew of the former player voted most hated – Russel Hantz. From the moment we were introduced to Brandon he insisted repeatedly to the cameras, he was not going to play the game like his uncle did, but he wasn’t in any hurry to tell his team-mates about his family.

This all began to unravel for him very quickly. First he started manipulating his team mates, and then with the guilt became too much he spilled the truth, every last bit of it, including tears for the camera.

The first three episodes this season demonstrated a hero’s inner emotional journey pretty well, at lest the beginning. I don’t think I would send my character through all the stages as fast as Brandon has breezed through them, and I’m not sure Brandon has completed his growth arc yet.

I guess I’ll have to tune in again next week to find out how he’s doing.

Tense Positivity

“ The greater the tension, the greater is the potential. ” — Carl Jung (1875–1961)

I have a secret. I’m worry. A LOT! I never really thought it was a secret, though. I thought I wore my insecurities on my sleeve.

I started to realize I wasn’t as transparent as I thought a few weeks ago, when friends and commentors here at the blog and on other social media outlets continually remarked about how positive I was. I buried the instinct to come back with remark like “Positive this isn’t going to work out either…”

Since Spring nothing has been like it was before. A lot of things including my time to write were stolen from me.

Last fall, I’d begun a journey to eat better and exercise more to counteract some health issues and had made a lot of progress, but when my life exploded the blast took-out a lot of my desire.

Over the past week or so I came to a realization and a decision. I was playing a victim and I wasn’t going to do it anymore. If I need more writing time, I’m going to get up early or stay up late. And I wasn’t taking any more excuses about my diet and my exercise. So Monday, before my appointment with my trainer, I logged into the gym’s website and scheduled an extra appointment with him this week and next (I had some extra ones from the times in the last few months that I’d blown it off.) and then headed to the gym determined to have a no-excuses workout.

After the intense strength-training, I set out to walk two miles on the track. At the halfway point, I grabbed my water, and sat down to catch my breath before completing mile two. My head resting in my hand, I didn’t even see someone approaching me until his hand brushed my shoulder.  I looked up and he said, “You look like your ready. Let’s run a mile together. Right now.”

I jumped to my feet and said, “Okay. Let’s go.”

I have a second secret. I’m a big smart-ass. Okay, maybe that’s not such a big secret.

He, too, was drenched in sweat and was obviously done with his workout. So, I felt pretty confident that he wouldn’t follow through when I accepted his offer. He laughed and said it wasn’t the reaction he expected from me, but then added, “I love your positive attitude, though.”

Positive attitude. His words hit me hard, as I took back to the track to finish my walk. Part of me wanted to shake off that image. Remove the mask and scream, No, really, I’m not positive, I’m obnoxious. Instead, I came to a different conclusion: I’m going to do my best to embrace it. Instead of using a positive attitude as a disguise, I’m going to give being positive a real shot.

Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen to my brain.

 

Sangria Stories: Tales From Brainstorming

Once a year,  my RWA chapter’s (MVRWA) gets together for our annual brainstorming retreat. This past weekend was this big event and we congregated in a cabin on located by a small lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan.

There are several layers to brainstorming weekend: good food, free-flowing, adult beverages, fun, laughter, but most importantly an abundance of ideas from the most creative and wonderful people I know.

It’s a common held belief that writing is a solitary thing, something we do while held up alone in a windowless room. That we spend a lot of time up in our own head, or buried in a book, whether it be ours or someone else’s, but I find– at least in our group– even though we may write alone we long for that sense of community.

We love to share our ideas and commiserate over the trials and tribulations of difficult career path. Within that community is the support of others who are in the same boat, the only other people on the planet who can understand what it’s like to live with the voices in our head.

So, this weekend between bites of chocolate and sips of sangria we listened to each other’s ideas, suggested plot points and plot twists, and answered questions about craft, business, and networking. We focused on the business and the creativity and connected in ways that aren’t possible while sitting at our desks most days.

To my MVRWA chapter-mates: thanks for a your sharing your knowledge, helping me sorting out my stories, and for being a supportive community. Without you, writing might be as lonely as others believe it to be.

Love and Romance…at the MVRWA Group Blog

Today I’m blogging about love and romance after twenty-four years of marriage and how that relates to my writing.

The wonderful about writing romance fiction is that I’m always exploring and reliving the beginning of relationships. It’s the time between a couple when everything is new and the individuals are riding an adrenaline high…

(Keep reading at the MVRWA blog.)

What I Read: Born to be BAD by Sherrilyn Kenyon

What I Read/Watched is my Friday series detailing a writing lesson I learned from something I watched or read. It is not my intention to divulge spoilers, but sometimes it might be necessary to explain the lesson.

It should surprise no one that what I’m reading this week is a book by Sherrilyn Kenyon. I only recommend her to everyone who enjoys paranormal fiction.

There’s something about picking up a book by a favorite author. It’s like sitting down with an old friend in front of a roaring campfire for hot chocolate and smores. Cozy. Heartwarming.

Sometimes, when an author writes something in a genre you, the reader, aren’t used to, it can shake up that relationship. I haven’t read too many of Kenyon’s books outside the paranormal real for that reason, but picked this one up off the end cap at the bookstore because I was in need of familiar pleasure  this week.

What I’ve learned from reading this, is that there isn’t anything wrong with “shaking things up.” Talent is talent and it can cross genres and still give you the comfort you seek.

Even when old friends make a change, they’re still a treasure … and wonderful company.

Silencing Failure’s Voice

“ I’m not the sort of person who fears failure. ”

Richard Branson (1950 – )
English entrepreneur
chairman of Virgin Group

I subscribe to one of those motivational quote a day services.  Sometimes, they are kind of corny, and sometimes they just don’t reonate with me or my life. But then there are days like today when they hit thier mark.

Not for the obvious reason, though. You see, I would love to be that person that never hesitates, and is able to be push the idea of failing out of mind. If I’m to be completely honest, though, there’s a dark voice in a corner of my mind peeking out from behind the cobwebs who is always whispering, “Oh man. You’re going to go down in a ball of flames this time.”

So, for me anyway, the challenge I face when it’s time to put myself out there, is how to ignore– or better yet silence –that voice.

What I do to put that little gremlin back in it’s dark corner is to provide a counter argument: Nothing great ever came from sitting on the sidelines.

Sure. With every query I send to an agent or publisher, I face the possibility of getting a rejection. There’s also the possibility I’ll receive a request for more pages, a full, which could then lead to an offer. If I let the voice of failure keep me from trying, I won’t receive the rejection, but the chance of success also fades away.

What every person needs to decide for themselves is if the possibility of failing an acceptable risk for success, becuase like most things in life you can’t have one without the other.

Some say you can’t enjoy the warmth of the sun shining on your face if you’ve never felt the rain. I hope that when I do achieve success, it will taste all the more sweeter thanks to enduring the obstacles along the way.

So, maybe the best of argument for failure is “I’m willing to take that chance.”

What I Watched: Bar Rescue

Better later than never…A What I Watched

Have you seen this show yet? It works in the same way the Food Network Restaurant Impossible: a failing establishment calls in experts to put the business on track.  Though I suppose part of my interest is in being a voyeur to someone else’s problems, I really find the science behind a successful bar to be fascinating.

But on last night’s episode there was a point or two that really resonated with my life, both personal and writing. The owner of the failing sports bar had two issues contributing to his downward spiral. One was apathy and the other was theft.

I want to talk about the second one first.

Theft is theft. In almost every episode of this show I’ve seen a contributing factor to the lack of profits is over pouring. That is, the bartenders are putting more than the standard ounce and a half into the drinks. In this case however, it went beyond not knowing how to make the drinks or even the occasional over-pour. These bartenders were consistently doing it, and flaunting it to their customers, to increase their tips. The flip side of the coin being — costing the owners their profits.

As the host – and expert – explained to the owner, they were stealing from him to line their own pockets. And he’s right. 

My husband’s uncle used to boast– or rather his wife would– that he would come home from work everyday with a roll of toilet paper and some lightbulbs in his lunchbox. She was actually dreading his retirement when they would have to go back to paying for these things. If I’d ever had the nerve to call her a thief to her face, she would have denied it because it wasn’t cash they were taking.

Theft is still theft. Whether your lining your own pockets, lying about where money is going, or stealing someone’s future hopes, it’s theft.

Apathy. The second issue that was causing this business to fail was owner apathy, and probably the worst case I’d ever seen. Boy, could I relate though.  Try, try, try becomes a hard thing to do when you can’t get ahead. When doors slam and the only resounding chorus you hear is no. Lingering doubts can grow into a numbing disinterest. Who wants to sign up for more rejection?

What I loved about this episode though, and what I gripped onto with both hands, is that when the owner was given the tools he needed to succeed, a spark returned to his eyes. The drive to make things better took root. He was excited about his business again. The apathy disappeared.

One of my favorite saying that I offer to those who around me when they complain about something being too hard is “Life’s tough, get a helmet.” Living by that motto can be really hard though. Thanks to Bar Rescue, however, I’m reminded that apathy can be your worst enemy.

So, here’s to getting a helmet (and some good tools) and persevering.

 

A Day Of Rememberance

It’s hard to write down my thoughts today. Part of me wonders–and knows–mine aren’t necessarily different or special from anyone else’s thoughts or feelings. Who am I to think I can say it all any better.

In other ways, I still feel so close to it all. Too close to have any perspective or thoughts of clarity. It’s hard to believe ten years have passed.

As it should be, the TV has been replaying the images: The footage we watched countless times on that day and the days that followed.  The particular clip of the second plane hitting the towers pushes tears to my eyes. It takes me back to my living room ten years ago when I watched it happen in disbelief.  All the cameras were rolling, covering the news of the first plane — when history was recorded and displayed to a nation. To a world.

The horror and death too much for a mind to comprehend, a numbness set in for a while. Numbness that gave way to anger. Days later sadness settled in. That emotion remained much longer.

Ten years we still live in the aftermath. The enhanced security common place. As a nation, we remain vigilant and strong. We take our shoes off in the airport and allow ourselves to be subjected to security searches for our own safety and those of the people around us.

For me, today is about remembering. And honoring. And celebrating the lives of those who were taken from this world all to soon.

Diving Into the Pool

If you’re like me, a true ‘dive’ into the pool (or pond, or lake) is cause for a queezy stomach. It scary, especially off the high board.

So, it makes sense that we use that phrase when talking about all sorts of life changing choices. “I went back to work after my maternity leave” becomes “I just dove back into the pool.”

After a forced writing hiatus that began last March, I’ve been trying to find the time (and the guts) to put myself back out there, and finally this week took a big jump off a very high board.

But then, the fear is about more than actually making the jump. Isn’t it? It’s about what you might find in the pool: mud, rocks, snakes, maybe a few sharks. All are tough things to navigate, but not impossible. If you can push through those might-be fears, you’ll be just as likely to find that the water is warm and inviting and that there are few, minor dangers lurking beneath the surface.

The point being, we don’t know unless we try, and we shouldn’t let our fear of getting hurt– or sharks –stand in the way of living life and chasing our dreams.

So instead of lounging around on the pool’s edge, dive in!

What I Read: American Vampire by Jennifer Armintrout

What I Read/Watched is my Friday series detailing a writing lesson I learned from something I watched or read. It is not my intention to divulge spoilers, but sometimes it might be necessary to explain the lesson.

Okay. I’ll say it out loud. I have a thing for vampires. I absolutely love reading about them, and have a not-forgotten-about manuscript starring one moody S.O.B that I hope to put a high polish on someday. So, when I was browsing a local bookstore last weekend and saw American Vampire by Jennifer Armintrout on the end-cap, it was a no brain-er.

I’m a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to my vampire lore, though (No sparkles, please!), so I’m always approach a new-to-me author with caution.  I’m only about a third of the way through the book, and I have to say I’m not disappointed yet.

But the big question, for this blog post anyway, is what have I learned.

Actually, there are a couple of things.

1) There’s always a new twist. I think when it comes to something so classic – like vamps - there’s a preconception that it’s all been done. Well, if there is one thing Armintrout proves is you can take a well-known element and do something new with it…without destroying traditional expectation. And she does it masterfully.

2) Just because he’s a hero, doesn’t mean he has to be squeaky clean. You just got make your reader want to root for him. Sort of a spin on the bad guy with the heart of gold… except what’s really important is that reader understands and empathize with the heroes motivations.

Again, I’m not far enough in to really get what’s going on in this hero’s head, but the mystery mixed with the bad-boy is keeping me turning the pages.

When I conceived this column — and in the previous posts — I didn’t see it as one that would review or recommend books, but I do suggest that all you vampire fans pick this one up.