Archive for June, 2008

27
Jun

‘fessin - up - friday…. my dutiful confession for the week

I have vowed to keep this short. WordPress spends far too much time up on my screen. I have a WIP to get to, afterall!

1. And speaking of which, final draft of AFDatS (for want of a decent title) was complete before I went on a break. This week, I did a hand edit of 75 pages, and now I am entering the changes on the computer - up to page 26 at the end of the work day yesterday. I am pleased with how it is going. Andi asked a question about the writing process today. I have tried a different style with this book. My first book was: write, read, write a little more, go back and edit, write, re-edit, write, re-re-edit and etc. You get the picture. Took four years to write the bloody thing. Every single word is perfect (why hasn’t an agent figured that out?). AFDatS, on the other hand, is not word perfect (yet) but the story flows, is more interesting and exciting, and I just like the feel of it better. So. I will carry on in this style.

2. Next accomplishment of the week, I wrote a book review of The World to Come by Dara Horn. Which means I read a book! I actually read two books in the last week and a half, but haven’t decided if I will review the other one. Writer Reading asked, somewhere in a confession, if reading wasn’t writing? I guess I wouldn’t go that far, but it sure is a lovely accomplishment, to get to that final page.

3. I read an e-zine titled WOW - Women on Writing. (I am so pleased to say I was notified that I made it into the final round of their flash fiction contest!) That is writing in the past, however. What I wanted to talk about was their blog, which I have bookmarked in my Daily Read group. (I wish people would stop writing such great blogs: my Daily Read group keeps growing, just like Becky talking about the Kudzo that is taking over the south in Wonders Never Cease. Anyway, in the WOW blog (6/25) I learned about Peter Shankman and his project Help a Reporter. Go to this page in his blog and check it out. I joined, and received my first email this morning. Peter Shankman is one incredibly energetic guy. He jumps out of airplanes, runs marathons, has a hopping PR business, and in his free time organizes Help a Reporter for no compensation. His only resquest is: if you like it, donate some money to any animal rescue organization. My kind of guy. Look to see if you might be interested, or pass the tip on to a friend.

4. Sent another query letter to Query Shark. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. I will let you know if it is posted.

5. That’s it for confessions. It was a lovely week. I wasn’t hugely productive, but I will claim a little jet lag, warm weather, driving my daughter all over creation, and spending quality time with the pup, who missed me terribly last week. I can’t end this post without including some visuals!! Here is a peak at some of our Ireland memories. We will call it Gothic Arches. (Some photos are mine, some are Sinead’s.)

I hope you have a great weekend!

27
Jun

Are you ready to smile……. Where the hell is matt?

Go ahead. See if you can watch this just once! Enjoy - Happy Friday.

If we can all come together to dance -

why can’t we stop fighting?

You can also visit Matt at his site.

27
Jun

the world to come by dara horn

A doll inside of a doll inside of a doll. They are magical for children. As nested stories, they are enchanting for me. Writer Reading was talking about stories nested inside of stories, and has written a very, very short nested story. I just finished reading The World to Come, which fits the description of “nested” more perfectly than any book I have read recently.

The author, Dara Horn, (her website) was born in New Jersey in 1977. She is the author of the novels In the Image (W. W. Norton) and The World to Come (Hamish Hamilton/W. W. Norton), and has received the Edward Lewis Wallant Award, the Reform Judaism Prize for Jewish Fiction, and the National Jewish Book Awards’ First Time Author Award. Horn holds a doctorate in Hebrew and Yiddish literature, and started working on her novels while in graduate school out of a “desperate need to write something without footnotes.”

The story begins with Benjamin Ziskind stealing a small, Chagall painting from a singles event at a Jewish museum. He believes this painting once hung in his family’s living room, and that it rightly belongs to him. While Ben and his twin sister Sara try to decide what to do with the painting, the next story is revealed. It is the 1920’s, and Marc Chagall is teaching art to boys orphaned by pogroms in the Soviet Union. Thousands of children have been orphaned by Stalin’s cleansing, and many talented Jewish writers and artists teach at these orphanages, also including Chagall’s friend, Der Nister (the Hidden One). While Chagall goes on to fame and fortune, his friend finds his life becoming bleaker and bleaker the more he writes. We follow both of their stories to the end.

The novel follows the Ziskind’s story backwards and the painting’s creation by Chagall forward, mixed with history, art, biography, theology, Yiddish literature, and musings on life before birth and after death. Other stories nested within this story are that of the Ziskinds’ mother, who writes children’s books, and their father and his tour in Viet Nam, and the injuries he suffered there. There is also a love angle for the awkward Benjamin.

What is true, what is fake, what does it mean? Eighty years before the theft, these questions haunted Chagall and Der Nister. Traveling through time, the Ziskinds’ futures are shaped by the painting and these same questions.

In an interview by the publisher, Horn is asked if there is any way to define the spiritual point of view of the story. Her response was:

In the novel there’s a moment when a daughter asks her mother if she believes in reincarnation. The mother says no. She tells her daughter that to believe that your life is only a rehearsal, or that you will eventually have an infinite number of chances to get it right, would make living meaningless. But she does believe in a bond between the living and the dead. She tells her daughter that people who have passed away are in the same world as those in their families who haven’t yet been born. In this world to come, as she sees it, the dead spend their eternity shaping the characteristics of their descendants.

This says a great deal about the book. The full interview is here.

The biggest disappointment for me was the feeling of an unfinished ending. There is no real conclusion, only hints and ideas of what might be. Beyond that, this is a complicated story, very well told. I enjoyed this book and had a hard time putting it down when necessary.

I did some further reading about nested stories, and came across a book I plan to read: Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell (2004). It won the British Book Awards Literary Fiction Award and the Richard & Judy Book of the Year award, and was short-listed for the 2004 Booker Prize, Nebula Award, Arthur C. Clarke Award, and other awards placing it among the most-honored works of fiction in recent history. Why have I never heard of this book? Even the cover is gorgeous.

The book consists of six nested stories that take us from the remote South Pacific in the nineteenth century to the far future after a nuclear apocalypse. Each tale is revealed to be a story that is read (or watched) by the main character in the next. It is on my list for the next trip to the library. I will let you know what I think after reading it. The Washington Post has an excellent review of Cloud Atlas.

21
Jun

Bloomin’ Eire - The Gardens of Kylemore Abbey

Photographer’s Self Portrait

20
Jun

Free to Fly

June 16, 2008

I don’t relax very often. I am driven by my German, Lutheran, middleclass, ancestral work ethic, background. The preparation for this trip has been very different from all other trips I have taken. I have purposely prepared as little as possible. This may sound odd, but it was training for me. I had made the decision to change something: a way of living/functioning that has always been me. I wanted to be a person who could live calmly without being in complete control, letting things happen as they would without me micro-managing. So I gave myself permission to be free from an over-responsible sense of the requirement to make everything “perfect” for this trip. This was very difficult for me, but I found that once I made the decision to let go, it was quite liberating. Relaxing would be a good descriptor, but also a little scary.

I had other things on my plate the past couple months, so I had decided I wasn’t going to stress myself out over getting ready for a vacation (for heaven’s sake!). I purchased the plane tickets, arranged the car rental, reserved the apartment/hotel, and that was it. No research, no maps, no historical books from the library, no nothing. I just wanted to go. And here I am, the morning of my departure, sitting at The Humboldt Cafe drinking my morning cappucino, and writing. I did a little editing on my WIP, made a list of last minute packing items, and began writing this post. I am so proud of myself. Every now and then I have to say to the little devil on my left shoulder, “I am not lazy, I am not lazy, I am not lazy.”

Of course, the preparation (or lack of) for this vacation is just one vehicle for my transition to a different plane of living. It is all about letting go of the outcomes of my own actions. Instead, I want to be placing my energy in “the effort.” Focusing on effort, or action, will hopefully enable me to be fully present to what I am engaged in without regard to worrying about outcome. I have found that this new-found sense of freedom has also enhanced my self-control. It has freed me to gain control over my life without guilt or fear of reprisal by people, places, or things. Does that make sense? I am not there 100%, but I am working on it.

Gradually, would the wise one,
Bit by bit, moment by moment
Blow out the stain that is one’s own,
Like a smith the stain of silver.

The Dhammapada. XVIII. 239

Taking off.

June 19, 2008

Well, that was Monday, and here we are Thursday, in Galway after Dublin. Lovely, with a wee bit of rain here and there.

Sinead has been taking photos:

This is the water, one of four ingredients, that makes Guinness what it is!

Doors in Dublin

Dublin Castle garden

That would be herself, with her son leading the way through the garden.

Did a bird shite on my head? No, just a drop of water.

A door to St. Audoen’s. Oldest existing church in Dublin; original building from 1190.

Tomorrow’s another day.

13
Jun

Fess Up Friday….. early!

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost

Okay, there aren’t two road here. No, it is not a yellow wood. Be patient, you’ll get the connection later.

Not quite as much to confess today, compared to last week, but a good week, all in all. I have been hootin’ and hollerin’ all week about the road I have chosen…..

The new position: I will be a mentor teacher “providing support and teaching effective use of skills and strategies for meeting the needs of their students to first and second year interns, who are teaching special education” in a very large district. I am employed by the university, which is collaborating with the district, and will have ten interns. I am very pleased, and will still have summers off!! The interview was very scary up until I got into the room. Then it was relatively easy. Whewwww.

What else have I written? A few comments on various blogs (because I am addicted and it is hard to leave it alone). I am working the “Helpdesk” for Sisters in Crime, and made one entry for their Books in Print listing.
Last Sunday I finished the rough draft of my WIP. I am pleased with it. Somehow, I wrote a young adult, urban fantasy. It is at 55,000 words right now, and very rough. This is the first time I have just written straight through, rather than edit, write, edit, write, re-edit, edit, re-edit, write, etc. Stephen King told me to try writing this way (no, not a personal conversation, but in his book On Writing - A Memoir of the Craft). I suspect it will be around 70,000 words when it goes through a couple more drafts, which sounds about right to me. I am tempted to put up the first few pages here and get some feedback. What do you think? Is this tempting fate? Should I wait a month when I have completed at least one edit? I am torn, and would like your opinion.

And now, I can think about packing and planning what I am going to do in Ireland next week. My poor Mom is having conniptions because I haven’t been packed for three weeks with a ten-page itinerary ready to go. She can’t believe I am her daughter (but that’s nothing new).

And the road above? Ireland. Think of me, manual transmission, wheel on right side, skinny roads, and say a prayer. My little computer comes with me and I plan to do a little travelogue as we go. See you there!

10
Jun

Guess What?

I GOT THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

07
Jun

Friday Confessions, actually written on Saturday

Isn’t that the sweetest face? A girl’s best friend. It doesn’t look like she could have a single Friday confession, but she does! You will find it further along. (Hint: she absolutely hates the mailman. The nerve of the trespasser!)

Is it ‘fess up Friday already, Literate Kitten? Wow – time flies when you are having fun! I am pleased to say I have a few confessions to make; it has been a busy week.

I entered the Flash Fiction contest sponsored by WOW – Women on Writing Ezine. Maximum word count was 500 and there was an open prompt. I reorganized a couple chapters from the thriller I am beating agent doors with. WOW is a nice Zine, with a blog that has interesting, pertinent articles for writers.

I am going to cheat a little, because I forgot to mention this earlier. I mailed an entry to the Writer’s Digest Annual Competition, which was due in mid-May. That was a memoir piece, with a maximum word count of 2,000 words. Both of these entries were culled and reworked from earlier pieces.

My last post here, which was written this week, was a book review of Death of a Gentle Lady, .

I have a critique partner, whom I found through Sisters In Crime. A Sister was looking for someone to exchange work with, so I sent her some pages and she sent me some pages. I reviewed, edited, and sent her pages back to her this past week. I haven’t heard from her yet…….

I rewrote my resume. Does that count? I am preparing my portfolio for an interview on Tuesday morning.

I sent a short bio piece, along with photos of my self-portraits, to Cahoots Ezine. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right!? One of the artists of the month in the current Cahoots zine is Aunia Kahn (this link absolutely refuses to work, so I will simply list it here: www.findkahn.com) . I particularly liked her stuff, especially her Tarot cards. Please check out the beautiful work on her website.

Of course I read, and sometimes commented, on some of my favorite blogs. I am addicted to blogging. It’s ridiculous! This week I think I “talked” with Lady Blue on the Blue Bicycle, where there are so many lovely photographs and poetry. TJ on Toujours Jacque, who also has a site dedicated to his love of Irish Murdock. Litlove at Tales from the Reading Room, where there is a hysterical story today. Fiona at For Sheer Delight has a fabulous recipe for rhubarb pie. My mouth waters thinking about it. Becky at Wonders Never Cease, for which I have an RSS feed because she posts something every day, and it is such a positive outlook on life in general, I find it is a great way to start my day after logging on. Thanks, Becky! Andi at AndiLit just added three books to my summer TBR list. Scott at Find Your Magic has a blog tour taking off this summer. I am going to interview Scott in August, and give away a copy of his new book Far World. I received the ARC for pre-reading this week, but the dog got to it first…… I will have to read around the tooth holes. (She has now confessed her crime, naughty, naughty girl.) I have to admit I torture myself daily reading agent Janet Reid’s Query Shark. I sent a query to her, but she didn’t post it. Why? Why? Why? Too boring, too ridiculous, too wonderful, too, too, too? I pound my head on my desk every day. Should I rewrite the query and send it in again? Or is it the story itself that is boring? Trite? Overdone? Sheeeeeezzzzzzzzz And of course there is Carl at Stainless Steel Droppings. He is featuring some incredible artwork this week. Definitely check it out.

This week I am reading the second book by Sandra Balzo, Grounds for Murder. I wrote to her and respectfully requested an interview, and guess what?! People are so nice, sometimes it just catches me by surprise. Anyway, she is going to be near my neighborhood in early July, and she graciously agreed to meet for coffee and a chat. I am so excited! The protagonist in her mystery series is a woman who owns a coffee shop! Right up my alley. I think I will do a complete coffee thing in July, and talk about my favorite spot to write.

Oh, I wrote three pages in my WIP. Not so good. I think I had better leave off the other stuff and get focused for a while. Like NOW.

03
Jun

Death of a Gentle Lady by M.C. Beaton

This is a photograph of Hamish Macbeth. Well, not really. This is a photo of what I think Hamish Macbeth looks like. The pipes were just an added bonus. I can’t remember if Hamish plays the pipes… I think he does. It looks good, anyway. Pipes of all types are my favorite instruments. Too loud, you say? Well, then you have probably only heard Great Highland Bagpipes played inside a building, when really they were created to be played on the battlefield. Have you ever listened to Northumbrian smallpipes, or the Irish uilleann pipes? I took lessons for a few years on the uilleann pipes, but I really was never very good, as much as I wanted to be. But this is all digression. Back to Hamish Macbeth. You don’t know who he is? Oh dear. Start from scratch.

M.C. Beaton is the nom de plume of Marion Chesney who has written twenty-three Hamish Macbeth mysteries, eighteen Agatha Raisin mysteries, and numerous Regency romances. Over one hundred books all told. Whew!

I do like Agatha Raisin books, but Hamish is my favorite (pronounced Haym-ish). I just finished the latest in the series, Death of a Gentle Lady.

In Lochdubh, a sleepy little highlands village, there is rarely time for Constable Macbeth to go poaching for trout, or hiking with his dog Lugs and his wild cat Sonsie. Once again, an outsider has moved in and caused problems for the village. Elderly Mrs. Gentle, with her white hair and lavender clothes, is not the kindly lady she appears. When she turns up dead at the bottom of a cliff, Hamish not only has to solve her murder, but also the murder of his latest fiancé. He had become engaged on a whim in the hopes of saving his beloved police station, but it turns out his chosen wife isn’t all she claimed to be… or she is rather more than she claimed to be.

All of the familiar, wonderful, eccentric characters make an appearance in this latest installment. If you have never read Beaton, start at the beginning and work your way through them all. You will be taken to another world and gently entertained.

Beaton lives in a Cotswolds cottage (mid-west England) with her husband, journalist Harry Scott. A former journalist for daily newspapers, she now devotes her time to writing fiction. She also spends part of her year in Paris (oh, what a life!). She says about her writing:

I write two books a year - one Agatha and one Hamish Macbeth. I get up, reluctantly, in the morning, get my cigarettes and black coffee and head for the computer, and I write steadily for two hours a day. I enjoy reading Patrick O’Brian, PD James, Joanna Trollope, Denise Mina, Ruth Rendell and Eric Ambler.

You can read a fun interview of her here. Apparently she is a very entertaining lady. There is an official Agatha Raisin site, but I could not find one for Hamish. A BBC tv series was made in the 1990’s, about Lochdubh and the adventures of Hamish, but I haven’t seen any of them. There are lots of sites for this British comedy series.

So, back to bagpipes. In 2003 my daughter Sinead and I went to Irish Fest to see Kila perform. This is a group that blends traditional Irish music with Eastern European music, and they sing in Gaelic. Their website is also written in two languages. A great tune from their album, Lemonade and Buns, features the uilleann pipes: Turloughs. (Click on the title and you should be able to listen to it.)

There is also a good video in Gaelic with Rónán Ó Snodaigh singing Tine Last:

So there you have it. I have successfully avoided working on my portfolio for the complete evening! Thank you very much.





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