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Venture into Short Story

March 31, 2017

Writing a short story is different from writing a full length novel. Every word has to count. You need to establish mood, setting and character in just a few words.

The challenge in the story that I eventually called More Than Words Can Say was to make readers care about a young woman in a role for which there is no natural sympathy – the other woman. They’re almost always portrayed as selfish, heartless beauties who break up families and have no thought for the havoc they leave in their wake. I wanted to see if I could create sympathy for this character. I’m not sure where the idea came from. It was just something I wanted to try. That’s the beauty of short stories, you can test things and stretch your writing wings a bit.

So … I wrote a story from the point of view of the other woman and, although I didn’t plan it,
Copy of MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY-1600X2071 the plot evolved. Somewhere in the process of writing about this young woman, she became more than I had in mind when I began. I got to know her better and other facets of her personality and her life became real to me – much in the way we get to know the people we meet in real life. Then I added a character with a challenge, a quality that we used to thoughtlessly call a handicap. And I liked him too. I wondered what would happen if I put these two vulnerable people together. Writing about him, I began to wonder what his family would think of her.

Such is the process of story building. You start with an idea, put a few words down and you never know where it will end. To me, and I think to most writers, it’s endlessly fascinating.

The story is free on Amazon through this weekend. Here’s the link if you’d like to check it out:  http://a.co/hUgDSLX

On Birthing a Novel

March 22, 2017

I found a post on another blog that captures perfectly how writing feels much of the time – and explains the name of this blog. No need for me to say more. Ramona nailed it here – http://bit.ly/2mPPrPqRamona DeFelice Long

If you’re a writer or anyone who loves words and is excited by how they can used, this is a great blog to follow.

Thanks, Ramona, for your insight.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

March 16, 2017

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone. That’s it. No profound thoughts on this day or what it means to be Irish. I just want to wish everyone a happy day, one filled with pride in your heritage, whatever it may be. I’m proud and grateful to live in a country with such diversity.

Irish Wisdom

March 10, 2017

Green Shamrock Background2017 is flying by. It’s March 10, just a week until St. Patrick’s Day – a good time to look at the world from an Irish point of view. Who better than George Bernard Shaw? Look through almost any book of quotations and there are sure to be quite a few from this irrepressible Irishman.

So … a half dozen of of his more famous remarks:

Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.

Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.

The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.

Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.shaw

A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.

And, my favorite:

If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.

Happy March, my friends. If it’s St. Patrick’s Day, can spring be far behind?

The Power of Peristence – Reprise

February 22, 2017

I wrote a post about persistence several years ago. At the time, I was thinking of the persistence needed to finish a book, but the idea holds true for any goal worth striving for, as evidenced by the phrase “she persisted” heard so often the past several weeks. I had to smile when I came to the reference to my grandmother. I’m glad I included her. Her gentle wisdom was a huge influence on an impatient young girl. I remember her saying to me: “I’ve voted in every election since I’ve been allowed to vote.”

Allowed to vote? That arrow found its mark. It was probably the first time I’d thought about the battle some had to fight to gain a right that I take for granted most of the time. It was also the first time I wondered if there would ever be a woman president. I didn’t mention this to my grandmother. I wish I had. I don’t know what her answer would have been, but thinking of her in the context of today, but I’m sure that, gentle soul though she was, she would approve of the feisty woman who prompted what has become a rallying cry.

Anyway, here are my thoughts on persistence, written after looking through some vacation photos. There were dozens of shots of the Grand Canyon.How could there not be?grand canyon 3a

It’s a sight that overwhelms, nature’s handiwork on a scale that defies comprehension. The canyon is at some points over eighteen miles wide and a mile deep. It is, in the words of Naturalist John Muir, “. . .a gigantic statement for even nature to make.” It’s hard to believe that it was created by the ordinary interaction between sand and water. Grain by grain. Drop by drop. Wind, too, played its part. And time. Lots and lots of time.

Looking at the pictures, I thought of a little poem I learned from my grandmother:

Tiny drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And form this pleasant land.

I still like that little verse. When I was small, I responded to the sound of it, the way the words flowed with a kind of seesaw rhythm. I liked the fact that it was short and, probably most of all, I loved sitting in Gram’s lap while the two of us recited the words together. Back then, I’m pretty sure I didn’t comprehend the implications of those few short lines. Now, as an adult who is, to put it kindly, discipline challenged, I read a lot into them. They remind me of the power of persistence, of what can be achieved by simply chipping away at a monumental task, ticking off one small item at a time until the job is done.

As a writer, that little rhyme tells me not to listen to the niggling voice that asks: Do you really think you can do this?  Writing a book, a whole book, is a huge task. I’ve learned (actually am learning would be more accurate) to forget about the huge task and focus on one thing at a time. Stop worrying about the whole book. Just write the next word. Trust that another will flow from that. That’s how stories are made. Even great stories, the ones we call classics. Yes, but–the niggling voice answers back–those books were written by geniuses. That’s probably true, but not a reason to quit. Genius would be nice but, since we don’t get to pick that card, I’ll settle for persistence. Even the books that make the most gigantic Hourglass front viewstatements were written one word at a time.

A word. A sentence. A paragraph. These are the sand, the water, and the wind that shape our stories.
And time. Sometimes lots and lots of time.

So a book is written and so other goals, large and small, are achieved by people who refuse to give up.

Seeking the Truth Behind the Image

February 13, 2017

A couple of months ago I wrote a post inspired by a quote from J. B. Priestley. That quote and others by him reminded me of The Image Men, a book I read many years ago. As I said the-image-menat the time, the book stuck with me and the quote created an itch. I wanted to visit my old friend again. So, off I went to the library. They didn’t have a copy. What! I guess I’d read it even longer ago than I thought. Is the book outdated? I had to know, so I poked around until I found a copy on Amazon.

I’ve re-read it now – all 677 pages of small print. It was a hard slog toward the end and, truth be told, I pretty much skimmed the last 50 pages or so. By that time I could anticipate what was coming and just wanted to get on with it. It’s a rare story that can justify that many words in today’s sound-bite world. However, all in all, I enjoyed the book. For one thing, Priestley is a pleasure to read. His word choices are clever, his social observations wickedly sly, and his sense of humor makes it all go down painlessly. Most of all, though, I enjoyed spending time with the delightfully quirky characters he used to tell his story. The book is satire and, like all good satire, frequently hit home. I often found myself laughing out loud, even though I knew the barbs were aimed at me.

As the title suggests, it’s about images and how superficial things influence our perceptions of people and events. All too often we form opinions based on small details without taking time to check for substance behind the style. How often have you heard someone say, “I always trust my first impression”? If you’re anything like me – very often. More importantly, how often do you judge people by the image they present?  This book pokes gentle (and sometimes not-so-gentle) fun at that tendency. The Image Men of the title are Professor Cosmo Saltana and Dr. Owen Ruby, a philosopher and a teacher of English Literature. Bored and down-on-their-luck, they found The Institute of Social Imagistics – and are amazed at its success.

As far as I know, The Institute of Social Imagistics doesn’t exist, but we do have that amorphous and ever-growing thing called Social Media. It’s not always easy to peel away the layers surrounding a core idea or to separate a person from the way they look, dress and speak. Human nature being what it is, this has probably always been true, but I think social media has multiplied the tendency. We are constantly bombarded by images and ideas that titillate our senses and we have the means to pass them along by a light tap on a key – a temptation that is hard to resist. Not that I’m against social media. I’d hardly be writing this blog if I were. However, I’m increasingly aware that many of my opinions are influenced by sources that have not been verified, which are, in fact, almost impossible to verify. So … shouldn’t somebody do something about this? If so, exactly who is that somebody? Much as I hate to admit it, the onus of verification is on me. The responsibility of being sure a statement is correct before passing it along or, to use the current term, sharing it, is mine. Easy to say. Hard to do. Maybe hard isn’t the right word. There’s a lack of instant gratification. Fact-checking takes time. Hitting “share” is quick and speed is the essence of social media. The lure of being the first of your circle to share a pithy statement or image is strong.

Back to the question I asked when I discovered that my trusty library didn’t have a copy of The Image Men: is this book, first published in 1968, outdated? I don’t think so. It seems to me that now, more than ever, we need to look behind images and search for truth.  How do we do this? How do we keep truth alive in the brave new world of social media? How do we stop rumors from becoming accepted as fact? Discipline? Restraint? Research? Perhaps a bit of all those?

The Good Part of 2016

January 23, 2017

The year just past was not the best for me. Things happened that I didn’t like, but that’s part of life – everyone’s life – and I know  I’m fortunate in that I have many more good than bad things in mine. One of the best of those good things is the pleasure of books.

Since I’ve been writing this blog, I’ve recapped each passing year by looking through my book journal and savoring the experiences that reading has brought to me. We’re almost through the first month of a new year and I haven’t done that yet, so …

princes-of-irelandThe first book I read in 2016 was The Princes of Ireland by Edward Rutherford, a sweeping saga of that country. To me, the most interesting aspect of this book was the way Rutherford moved though the centuries showing how various groups melted together to form the people we call Irish. We in the United States think of ourselves as a melting pot. We are, of course, but this book reminded me that all countries are, at least to some degree, melting pots. The difference in the United States is that our melting process is more recent in its inception. Every nation is composed of various groups that came for one reason or another and stayed. As the newcomers gradually, sometimes painfully, settled into their new homes, they retained some customs of their old culture and adopted some from the people they’d just joined, until the traditions merged, adding another layer to the existing culture, enriching it, making it more vital.

I started out to do a simple recap of a year of reading, but I seem to have gone off on a tangent. No apologies though. That’s the joy and value of books. They lead you down unexpected paths.

As I look through the titles in the journal, it seems to me that most of the books fall into the same category as the one that just led me astray. There’s an underlying theme of the value of diversity and being open to new ideas. That is certainly true of pearl-buck-maturethe works of Pearl S. Buck, a writer I spent quite a bit of time with in 2016.  Pearl Buck in China by Hilary Spurling, a biography, deepened my insight into the experiences that shaped Ms. Buck, both as a writer and a humanitarian. I also read (in some cases, re-read) several  books by Ms. Buck: The Good Earth, Wonderful Woman, Secrets of the Heart, The Exile (a biography of her mother), and Peony. The more I read her stories and learn about her life, the more I admire this woman. Sad things happened to her, things that could have turned her into a bitter, cynical person. Instead she became a humanitarian, creating a body of work and a foundation that carry on the ideals to which she devoted her life.

Some of my favorite books were written by people I know: Amish Born by C. K. Stein, Guilt Trip by Donna  Huston Murray,  A Blind Eye by Jane Gorman, divine-hotel-1Divine Hotel by Nicole Loughan, The Case Book of Emily Lawrence by KB Inglee, The King in the Stone by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban, Hex, Death & Rock ‘N’ Roll (my award for best title) by E. F. Watkins, Shelby’s Ghost by Sarita Leone. Thinking about these, I am fascinated by the diversity  perf6.000x9.000.inddof my friends’ creations. Most of them live lives that, while not exactly like mine, are really not very different. Yet they came up with stories that I could never have written. Such is the power of the imagination.

Other books I enjoyed this year were: Edge of Eternity by Ken Follett, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce, White Collar Girl by Renee Rosen, Clara and Mr. Tiffany by Susan Vreeland, Walden by Henry David Thoreau, Big Little Lies by Leanne Moriarty, The Secret Chord by Geraldine Brooks, Leaving Time by Jodi Picoult, All the Light We Cannot See by all-the-light-we-cannot-seeAnthony Doerr, The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins. OK enough. I’m not going to list every book I read in 2016, but I do want to mention how I ended my reading year: Bury Your Dead by Louise Perry. Ms. Perry is always a good choice. The world she creates is one I want to be in.

If there’s a common theme in these books, it is the value of diversity and the importance of the individual. We all have something unique to contribute. In fact, I can’t think of a single book I really like that doesn’t say this in one way or another.

How about you? Any favorites you’d like to share?