I was honored today to contribute a guest post on the Indiana Author Awards blog at
http://www.indianaauthorsaward.org/the-blog/
Take a look and explore the other guest posts by many Indiana writers, including JL Kato, Poetry Editor for Flying Island, and Ben Winters, recent winner of the Philip K Dick Award for his novel Countdown City.
Keep your eye peeled for the 2014 Indiana Author Awards coming this October.
Navigating the Shoals of Fiction: Reading, Writing, Teaching, and Contemporary Publishing
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
In His Own Words, GGM
The passing of Gabriel Garcia Marquez last week has been widely noted and his pathbreaking work in creating the spell of Magic Realism justly praised around the world. Let his words speak:
"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice." One Hundred Years of Solitude
“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.” Love in the Time of Cholera
“She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.” Love in the Time of Cholera
“It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.” One Hundred Years of Solitude
“The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.” Love in the Time of Cholera
"My heart has more rooms in it than a whorehouse." Love in the Time of Cholera
“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” Love in the Time of Cholera
"I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him." Love in the Time of Cholera
“He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.” Love in the Time of Cholera
“But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.” Love in the Time of Cholera
“Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.” Love in the Time of Cholera
"He recognised her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: 'Only God knows how much I loved you.'" Love in the Time of Cholera
"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice." One Hundred Years of Solitude
“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.” Love in the Time of Cholera
“She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.” Love in the Time of Cholera
“It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.” One Hundred Years of Solitude
“The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.” Love in the Time of Cholera
"My heart has more rooms in it than a whorehouse." Love in the Time of Cholera
“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” Love in the Time of Cholera
"I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him." Love in the Time of Cholera
“He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.” Love in the Time of Cholera
“But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.” Love in the Time of Cholera
“Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.” Love in the Time of Cholera
"He recognised her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful than she had ever seen them in half a century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: 'Only God knows how much I loved you.'" Love in the Time of Cholera
Friday, April 18, 2014
Sci Fi Agonistes III
So, once more into the breach...literally. As noted a while back, the fledgling Sci Fi publisher and I parted ways earlier this year, so I've been focusing on becoming an "authorpreneur" and going the route of indie publishing for the novelette they had solicited, And on the Eighth Day. I've shared a lot of info with Keith Krulik about this approach and you can check out his recent post about indie publishing at the Fiction Forge Indy blog here.
As I dug into the topic myself, I was struck initially by the difference between the new "indie" approach and the older, often predatory, self-publishing or vanity press approach. Yes, the vanity press has its place: for those who want to publish something they simply wish to share with family members or a small group, and who have no interest in reaching a broader audience or ever publishing anything else. A vanity press is perfect for them and, without it, their dream would never be shared. Bottom line, the key is that the vanity publisher's customers are not the readers of books but, rather, the writers of them. Their revenues come mainly from the provision of services to writers, not the sale of books.
As I dug into the topic myself, I was struck initially by the difference between the new "indie" approach and the older, often predatory, self-publishing or vanity press approach. Yes, the vanity press has its place: for those who want to publish something they simply wish to share with family members or a small group, and who have no interest in reaching a broader audience or ever publishing anything else. A vanity press is perfect for them and, without it, their dream would never be shared. Bottom line, the key is that the vanity publisher's customers are not the readers of books but, rather, the writers of them. Their revenues come mainly from the provision of services to writers, not the sale of books.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Turning Pro: A Long and Winding Road in the War of Art
Wonder of wonders: at a recent business conference,
a young fellow spoke about entrepreneurship and the importance of what he
called "turning pro" being "greater than being an amateur."
In a few of our early posts last year, we debated the meaning and
relevance of taking a professional approach to our writing, but we didn't dig
too deeply into exactly what made one a pro instead of an amateur. (BTW,
I like the word "amateur" as opposed to beginner or neophyte or
dilettante ...or worse.)
At any rate, the bright young speaker made several links between being an entrepreneur and the arts, and he recommended a number of books, including one that really caught my attention, Turning Pro, by Steven Pressfield, who also wrote The War of Art. Pressfield tells the story of his journey to become a published author--a long and winding road in his case--and he recognizes a point at which he moved from being an amateur to approaching his writing as a pro. He lists his discoveries along the way, and comes up with twenty traits of being a pro, among them:
The pro comes to work every day. Ideally, that means setting and respecting a time and place for writing each day, but even if we can't always do that, at least the pro is thinking about her work, planning, considering, repeating dialogues or running scenes in her head. Nothing is more important to becoming a pro than making that level of commitment.
At any rate, the bright young speaker made several links between being an entrepreneur and the arts, and he recommended a number of books, including one that really caught my attention, Turning Pro, by Steven Pressfield, who also wrote The War of Art. Pressfield tells the story of his journey to become a published author--a long and winding road in his case--and he recognizes a point at which he moved from being an amateur to approaching his writing as a pro. He lists his discoveries along the way, and comes up with twenty traits of being a pro, among them:
The pro comes to work every day. Ideally, that means setting and respecting a time and place for writing each day, but even if we can't always do that, at least the pro is thinking about her work, planning, considering, repeating dialogues or running scenes in her head. Nothing is more important to becoming a pro than making that level of commitment.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Photos and Words: The New Ekphrasis
Thank the goddess
for Zite, my news aggregator of choice these days. (Although it does piss
me off a touch that we think it's cool to misspell even German words these
days.) Just yesterday, over the last of my morning coffee, scrolling
through my aggregated pieces on classical music and bicycling and chess and
photography and, primarily, books and writing, I tapped to read "A
Thousand Words: Writing from Photographs," a blog entry by Casey N.
Cep in The New Yorker.
In a fascinating turn toward the digital age, Casey tells us she "...gave up writing hurried descriptions of people on the subway...and scribbling down bits of phrases overheard at restaurants and cafes." She actually stopped even carrying her notebook.
So, what is she doing now to supply her writing habit? Easy, her phone/camera, taking shots of everything from urban scenes to unique stones to odd characters to books or paintings she likes or wants to explore further. "Photography" she says "has changed not only the way that I make notes but also the way that I write. Like an endless series of prompts, the photographs are a record of half-formed ideas to which I hope to return."
Wow!
In a fascinating turn toward the digital age, Casey tells us she "...gave up writing hurried descriptions of people on the subway...and scribbling down bits of phrases overheard at restaurants and cafes." She actually stopped even carrying her notebook.
So, what is she doing now to supply her writing habit? Easy, her phone/camera, taking shots of everything from urban scenes to unique stones to odd characters to books or paintings she likes or wants to explore further. "Photography" she says "has changed not only the way that I make notes but also the way that I write. Like an endless series of prompts, the photographs are a record of half-formed ideas to which I hope to return."
Wow!
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Leverage and Magic
How would you like
to have a system for your writing that freed you to concentrate on your
brilliant ideas and render them consistently in that magnificent prose you hear
in your dreams and in the shower?
How would you like
to have a system for your writing where you could easily and consistently and
instantly make reference to any and all of your research, including videos and
pdf’s and website url’s, and hang any of them, so to speak, right by your manuscript
as you work, inspiring you and keeping you on track effortlessly? (Okay,
nothing is really effortless, but hang in there!)
How would you like
a system where you could integrate as detailed a planning outline or index card
view right into your manuscript and yet see it only when needed?
How would you like
a system where you could easily break your manuscript into as many, or as few,
pieces as you like—major parts, chapters, or even scenes within chapters—and
where you could easily and instantly shift the order of those chapters or
scenes, along with their place in your outline, to see how that progression
might strengthen your masterpiece?
Friday, February 28, 2014
Unravelling the Yarn
So my stale manuscript (see Knit One,
Purl Two…Rip it Apart) has been out of the drawer and warming in the light of
day for several weeks now, and I’ve found myself with more energy and
enthusiasm for a project than I’ve felt for a good while. There’s some
pretty good writing in this thing, woohoo! Okay, and I’ve also found a
few more darlings and dispatched them heartlessly.
My first real steps in the process were
to read the old synopsis and the chapter outline of the novel, making a few
notes on areas that seemed to be more sideways motion than forward
action. I then dug into my “manifesto,” a somewhat random compilation of
notes and ideas and sketches one of my former grad program mentors, Melissa
Pritchard, had encouraged me to write to serve as a holding area of thoughts
and debates on the project. That was well before the days of Scrivener,
of course, but that's another post or two. Over the years, I’ve added to
my manifesto by entering new elements, bullet point fashion, at the top of the
first page rather than at the end, so my latest ideas and critiques and notes
are the first thing I see.
My goal with the reading of the synopsis
and outline was to see how the project fit, structurally, within the guidelines
of Larry Brooks’s excellent book Story Engineering, since the majority of the feedback
on why the novel didn’t work had to do with a lack of consistent forward
direction and increasing overall tension. It turned out that, in an
overall sense, I had my plot points and pinch points in about the right spots,
so it seemed I needed to dig deeper to see why the novel still wasn't
working. And, after a few productive sessions of staring off into space
and simply trying to BE in the story, I discovered some new, tighter, more
dramatic plot elements and characterization that still maintained much of the
existing action. Perfect!
Tilt.
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