Archive for December, 2011

Meditating on Scenes and Characters

December 20, 2011

There’s something to be said for prolonged meditation on a scene.  As my husband and I have been hunting for houses and preparing our house to go on the market, I haven’t had a lot of time for my own writing.  So today I sat down for forty-five minutes and popped out about 400 words.  I still need to add in description in order to make the scene three-dimensional, but that will mean studying Palladian architercture in Vicenza from my photo albums, Flicker and Google images.  That’s fun research when your plot demands it!

 

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What Really Happened to Humpty? He won!!

December 14, 2011

My friend Jeanie Franz Ransom just received some eggs-citing news! Her picture book WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO HUMPTY just won the New Mexico Land of Enchantment Award for best picture book narrative.  So right now her eggstremely funny book is sitting on a website just to the left of THE HUNGER GAMES.   I’m proud to be an official aunt to this book.  It says so in the dedication!  What does a literary aunt do?  She offers support and encouragement just like the biological ones.  Literary aunts are also extremely proud when they see a manuscript hatch and go on to really great things.

Finished Again

December 3, 2011

Stories are fluid things until they’re typeset.  That’s when most tinkering stops except for minor word tweaks and punctuation fixes.  The Monday before Thanksgiving I finished Calyn’s story again and sent it off to my agent.  My hope is that I’ll get a chance to finish it three or four more times with an editor who falls in love with it.  I have no control over that!  But I can look book on all my work through the prism of some words from Barbara Ueland’s 1938 classic If You Want to Write:

“I want to assure you with all earnestness, that no writing is a waste of time,—no creative work where the feelings, the imagination, the intelligence must work.  With every sentence you write, you have learned something.  It has done you good.  It has stretched your understanding.  I know that.  Even if I knew for certain that I would never have anything published again, and would never make another cent from it, I would still keep on writing.”