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Here’s wishing you tons of chocolate and a great weekend!
To celebrate Candy Day, I’m giving away an Amazon gift certificate over at Writeminded. Stop by over there to enter…now’s your chance to become your favorite literary character!
Here’s wishing you tons of chocolate and a great weekend!
Our younger son turned 8 this week and I meant to post this before, when it was timely, but it still amuses me and maybe you’ll get a chuckle out of it. I asked my son to write a birthday wish list several times before his birthday because we couldn’t decide what to get him. He was torn…driven by 7yo greed but…unmotivated by the prospect of writing. (Torture for a little boy, you know.) But finally, one evening, he sat down, smart aleck attitude fully in tact, and wrote his list:
Legos
Star Wars
Star Wars The Clone Wars (what, exactly, we were supposed to get him for this, I’m not sure)
Video Games
Nerf Raider 35
Sports stuff
Computer games….
Pretty typical little boy stuff so far, right? Well, then he got creative:
Privileges
My own pet/ a minah bird (which he got from Superfudge…thanks again, Judy Blume)
A laptop
A cell phone
A TV
A vacation
*sigh* At least he got some writing practice in….
My parents are visiting from Kansas this week, giving my mom and I the opportunity to drive the men nuts with our love of games — board games, word games, card games, you name it. Here we are playing Bananagrams, a Scrabble-like game we just got. (Please ignore all the clutter in the picture. Yes, we are housekeepingly-challenged. We had a game to play.)
Looks like a loving family event right?
Wrong.
In the Knupp/Stumbo family, we play for blood.
If you look closely, my mom is actually swearing at this moment, giving the photographer (my dad) a piece of her mind. Because I was trouncing her that round.
That sweet, innocent-looking woman across from me? Called me mean names tonight. Swore at me. Last night she threw a tile at me. *g*
Tomorrow night, I’ll do the same back at her, regardless of what we play, if she happens to get ahead. Which isn’t gonna happen because again, we play like we mean it. (Did I mention that trash-talking is a large part of the exercise as well?)
The little boys in the family take sides and trash talk right along with us, until whoever they’ve chosen to cheer for falls behind…then they switch sides.
The grown men in the family beat a quick retreat when we sit down to play. They are afraid. They refuse to join us. Wisely. Because they would LOSE.
So if anyone wonders where I get my competitive streak…just look above. I come by it honestly.
I went surfing tonight, in search of a blog topic, because once again, I got nothing. Didn’t have to look far. Just found a post by my good friend (at least until she reads this) and author Kay Stockham on eHarlequin that incited much (silent…rest of house is asleep) ranting and raving. What did she do that’s so awful?
SHE PUT HER CHRISTMAS TREE UP ALREADY.
She explained she is one of “those” people, but frankly, I have never in my life KNOWN someone who put their tree up in freaking October. She also explained that it’s not “finished” yet. It will take them a week to get it all done. What on God’s green earth takes a WEEK about decorating a tree?
In the Knupp house, highly disorganized and thrown together as it is, the tree goes up the weekend after Thanksgiving if we’re lucky. Used to be later until we bought an artificial one. Lights and decorations go on that same day. Takes about 2 hours, maybe 3, max. It’s done. We can sit and look at the lights and put lots of presents under it to our heart’s content. For maybe four weeks. Day after Christmas? I’m done. I used to try to keep the decorations up till New Year’s but now…I just want them gone.
Please tell me, who is the normal one here? Who needs to have her head checked? (Do they even take a week to decorate the entire White House for the holidays???)
(Note to Kay: You know I love ya…no matter how sick and twisted you are. *g*)
I’ve never been a big fan of audio books. I love the concept and know many people listen to them all the time, but…I guess I’m not an “audio” person. Even during stories I’m into, my mind wanders. I find myself tuning back in and wondering what the heck I just missed and who this new character in the scene is. After a while the voice gets on my nerves or I just want to turn on some music and stop trying so hard to listen. When you get down to it, I’d much rather READ a book, either in print or digitally, than try to pay attention to someone reading it to me.
We introduced the kids to audio books, selfishly, before a long car vacation a couple of years ago. They LOVED them…and I loved that they had headphones and were doing something besides playing video games or fighting. The books were all from the library, though, as they’re pricey and I wasn’t interested in paying that much for one kids’ book.
The night before we moved to Wisconsin, though, we headed to Borders, ready to buy, since we couldn’t exactly return them to the local library. Best $40 we’ve spent for a long time. We had Lightning Thief playing in one car and Diary of a Wimpy Kid in the other (with one kid in each.) And…they sat quietly and listened. The whole time. (Not quite the whole trip, but whenever we pushed “play.”) Cue the mastercard commercial with the “priceless” line.
Those were special circumstances, and as a book freak, I’ve always been one to argue for READING the book instead of listening…you know…seems like it would be more beneficial for a kid learning to read.
The boys started bringing home their weekly school library “take”…mostly print books but an audio book started popping up here and there. While we rarely have time to read entire chapter books to them within the week before they’re due (and the same goes for them reading to themselves…they CAN read, but not usually a whole chapter book within a week), they started listening to the audio books. For hours. Going through them like M&Ms. Finishing them. Listening to them more than once. Loving them. Talking about them. Playing “with” the characters from the books when they weren’t listening.
I took them to the local library and for once let them check out just audio books without forcing print books on them. They went to town and each chose 2 long chapter books.
The other day, I brought them home from school, got them a snack and headed back up to my office to write some more. An hour or so later, the sound of voices registered — not the boys’, but some woman. I briefly wondered what they were watching on TV but went back to work. A few minutes later, that same voice was still going and I thought, what the hell? That’s not one of their annoying TV shows with the “funny” grating character voices. (Sponge Bob anyone?) Then it hit me…it was an audio book. One from the Warriors series. And so far, it’d kept them quiet, peaceful, and violence-free for almost an hour and a half.
Yesterday we let them listen to a book while they cleaned their disaster area room. What is usually a nightmare with us harping on them every ten minutes to get to work and quit playing, quit fighting, whatever, turned out to be…totally okay. They listened as they cleaned. They worked together…QUIETLY.
People joke about marketing something that fosters peace and calmness in little boys, but it’s already invented. Readily available. And for free, no less!
So I’m breaking down. Changing my tune completely. Because in essence, the boys are still devouring books, right? Falling in love with stories and series and authors, meeting new characters, getting into adventures. Not to mention, playing quietly, sitting together, engrossed, cleaning without complaint…I knew they had it in them to love books. I’m hoping the love will carry over from one format to another…although, if we stop buying them print books, they don’t need bookcases so much. I happen to know someone who could fill them up in a matter of days…someone who still prefers print to audio.
Win-win, right? *adjusting halo*
Today’s post about my very good, guilt-free, fantabulous day is at Writeminded.
Happy Weekend!
It’s been two days since I posted I’d planned out the last third of my book.
I wrote 3 or 4 scenes of the plan. Even got knocked in the head by Inspiration last night as I tried to sleep. Dutifully sat up, grabbed the laptop, flew through a couple of pages to end the scene I’d left hanging. Liked what I wrote. Slept peacefully, thinking I’d feel great about an extra two pages in the morning and would settle in to write the next scene on the plan.
Except the next scene? Wasn’t inspiring me. Wasn’t saying a word to me, in fact. So instead of getting any pages done today, I pondered. Scribbled notes. Got my drivers license. Took the husband to lunch. Thought some more. Sat down to do some hardcore brainstorming tonight and it hit me.
The plan is faulty. AKA Totally Wrong.
I did say this two days ago: “It’s usually fairly in tact for the last third, though I veer off when necessary.”
See. Me. Veering.
So…still no idea what is “right,” but I suppose knowing what’s not is a baby step of progress. Am I annoyed that I didn’t get it right in the first place? Yeah. Will this make the story better? Yeah, I think so. Do I still want to punch a hole in the wall? Yeppers.
Such is the glamorous life of a writer…
Today’s chore…which should be QUICK and EASY and not something that gets my blood pressure up…should being the key word…Getting my Wisconsin driver’s license!
However, it doesn’t appear I have appropriate proof of residency so I’d like to call to ask specific questions. But I can’t call because the phone number isn’t listed on the DOT’s website!!!! (I will have to break out the old fashioned phone book, dammit, and to do that I have to get up. Not a happy camper.)
Other problem is…the vision test! I can’t see shit! I need glasses but I haven’t had a chance in the 20 days since our insurance kicked in to get up the nerve to go to the eye doctor and get my eyes checked. So um, the vision test will be an adventure. Assuming I can prove I live here (why would i want to ACT like I live here?)
What’s YOUR fun for the day? Can you beat waiting in line at the DOT?
If you pay much attention to writers talking amongst themselves, you’ll undoubtedly hear them mention their “process.” The way they write, the how-in-the-heck-do-you-start-with-a-blank-page-and-end-up-with-a-novel formula that works for them. Many of us HATE our process, but seems to be some sort of frickin’ destiny, as built-in as our tendency to overindulge on ice cream or see the world through rose-colored glasses, that’s really hard to break. I rarely talk about writing or how I do it (mostly because I really don’t KNOW how I do it) but I thought I’d give it a shot.
I’ve been trying to figure out my “process” for eight and a half years. How I write a book changes every single time (which ticks me off. I like routine for my creativity. Heh.) I want a checklist: “Okay, done with characterization, time to move on to turning points”…or the dark moment…or whatever. I want to be a plotter — someone who plans out all the events in the book before ever beginning chapter one. I want this because building a story is HARD for me, the hardest damn part, and I much prefer to let the words flow, the fingers fly, creating sentences and phrases that make me happy. If you have to stop and figure out WTF happens next, well, the flow is slow.
“Tis not meant to be, though. I can’t plan out a story from start to finish to save my life. Yes, I have to sell on proposal…which is the first three chapters and a detailed synopsis of what happens over the course of the story. I do my best to make the proposal, you know, make sense. I even try to make the synopsis be the WAY the story will turn out.
Ha. Never works.
I am not a plotter. I’m not a panster either — the opposite of a plotter, or someone who flies into the mist to write a story, spending very little time beforehand planning ANYTHING. *shudder* I can’t fly into the mist unless I know which mountain or tree I need to head for. I might not end up taking the route I planned, but as long as I know the general direction, I may eventually get there. Maybe.
So my process is currently what I call working in thirds. Once I sell a story, I start over from the beginning, with feedback from my editor. I wing it through the first three chapters again, sometimes just fine-tuning them, sometimes throwing whole chapters out and starting from scratch. And then I get to the dreaded Chapter 4, at which point I have to jot down some plans. I’ve tried to plot out the entire story from here (a second time, because it has undoubtedly already changed from what I wrote in my synopsis) but it just doesn’t work. So I shoot for the first third. If I can get myself to that first major turning point, I have hope.
After that, I write the scenes to get to page 100 or so. Sometimes I follow the plan, but sometimes…I still can’t. Good thing I only planned out the first third, right?
Once I hit page 100, aka the beginning of the dreaded, potentially sagging middle, I have to stop and do my planning thing again. Can I get all the way to the end with my outline though? ‘Course not. That would be too linear, too sensible. I can get to the second and final major turning point usually, though, and that gives me another 75-100 pages to write. The final third is then plotted out in vague detail (I always plan in vague detail…knowing too much is no fun) and then…written. I follow my map. It’s usually fairly in tact for the last third, though I veer off when necessary.
That is my heinous process and I’m happy to say I got through planning the final third of my current book this weekend. Just over 100 pages left to write, but I have a map. I know where I’m going. As they say, it’s all down hill from here. (Of course, “they” clearly weren’t writers and had no idea of the potholes, craters and big-ass bumps along the way.) I’m off to write a scene and get one step closer to the end. I hope.
Is at Writeminded. Go confess!
And I thought I’d post the winners from the debate below:
Non-peekers vs. Evil Ending Peekers aka EEPs (Thanks for the acronym, Jeannie!) NON-PEEKERS! *insert victory dance smiley here*
Bookmarks vs. Page benders: BOOKMARKS by a long shot
Reading series out of order vs. in order: IN ORDER but this question had the least strong opinions on it
Spines pristine vs. bent/worn: PRISTINE (sick people! Loooove the books.)
So there you have it. While the WM Readers group had a few more peekers than non, I knew that couldn’t be the reality in the “real world.” Because, you know, this was a scientific experiment. *g*
Happy Friday!