Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Who have you written into a book? Be honest.


It could be someone that just inspired one specific trait in a character. Maybe your MC's ex has a weird obsession with anime, kind of like a certain ex of yours. Or maybe the evil witch wreaking havoc on your other characters is straight-up Mrs. Hawkins, your 3rd grade math teacher. Confession time – who's in your book?
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 -OK REVAMP ON THE OVER SHARE - CANT DO IT 


Sorry folks - I tried really hard - I tried to walk it off - but I can't put stuff that personal on here.  No comments yet so whew!  I can share if its funny - stupid - but there is just stuff too deep for pickin' and that was IT!

So my funny answer IS - If you are a hollow shallow  mean person -----I will WRITE you. 
If You have an annoying trait  - watch out it is fair game.

If you talk pretty - you are there.
If others don't notice you ---I do.
And most deeply -If I love you - you already know.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

First 250 words of Ignite - contest!

http://brenleedrake.blogspot.com/2011/03/show-me-voice-contest-with-agent.html?showComment=1300235753694#c784551322447799366

Ok This is a contest and a Blogfest - the above link will take you there.  Heres the rules and what we do!
Thank You Brenda Drake and agent Natalie Fischer for your time and fun contest!


 On March 20 and 21, post the first 250 words of your finished manuscript (any genre) on your blog to get critiques from your followers and then hop around to the other participants' sites and give critiques. Polish those 250 words and email them to me at brenleedrake@gmail.com with CONTEST in the subject line by 12:00AM (EST) on March 22


My example is 253 words because I didn't want to cut it off in the middle of a sentence. So if your 250 words ends in the middle of one, please go to the end of the sentence.

All entries submitted before the cut off time will be considered. The first round will be judged by a chosen panel of your peers (agented and unagented). We'll pick the best 20 entries and post them on my blog by March 24. The 20 entries we pick will be judged by Natalie. The winners will be announced on or before Monday, March 28.

Bet you're wondering what prizes Natalie is offering, right? Well, here they are:

1st place - a critique of the first 20 pages
2nd place - a critique of the first 10 pages
3rd place - a query critique

Don't forget to SHOW ME THE VOICE!
Ok so here are my actual first 250 words or so.
Anyone is welcome to comment - anyone can say exactly what they think.(at least to me - play nice with the other people if you jump around)
I do not include the prologue - it is not the voice of the novel but a tiny glimpse into the mind of another character - thus a prologue.  Anyway - Red ink is LOVE so even though all you people are really nice - just for a moment, could you try to endevor to be less nice?  Like, alot less nice?  Border on mean if it is at all possible. 



Howlynn Martin
IGNITE
YA Paranormal




On my last day of normal, reality was my friend.  My wishes were insignificant, but they had to be earned.  I ran beside the sled, demanding destiny, before the bobsleigh of my life began to fall into speed, tilting and slipping precariously into unknown directions. Every single childish day of my life I wished for magic.  When magic answered, I had stopped believing.   I don’t wish for anything now.  I don’t dare.  
The loud speaker announces it is on, sounding like a flaming green log, in the most boring class ever invented for the torture of young minds. The math facts teacher winces in frustration, pausing at the board, chalk in hand.  The old wooden box, on the job and the wall for over fifty years, with it’s gold dusty speaker crackling says, “The Jr. High, JV and Varsity, Cheerleading tryout packets are now available at the office.”  It pops ominously before dozing off into silence.  The faint scent of smoke prompts comments about fire alarms, but the teacher quickly squelches such nonsense and the chalk scratches rhythmically once again to her mathematical monotone.
  Shivers of daydreams from my armpits to my toe-jammies argue with my self-esteem about the splendid plan I have in mind.   A telling rivulet of nervous sweat trickles secretly inside my shirt as my stomach lurches, and my throat plays unwilling gatekeeper. 
It may have not been only the announcement.  I feel eyes on me and I turn quickly in my third row seat to glare at the place that it issues, from behind me. 

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Ok that is it - I put this up Way early because I am heading to Dallas for the 'Dreamin' In Dallas' Conference!  Also anyone who wants can pop over and enter too - Hurry - before Mr. linky-thing has a heart attack over there!

Show Me The Voice? - well I am up here in Missouri....  show me what you didn't like ...please comment below or whereever the darn thing pops up!  And not that it matters - but the main characters name Is----Natalie!   hehehe.

Idus Martii - beware!

Happy Ides of March!

What's That?  here is what wiki says:
The Ides of March was a festive day dedicated to the god Mars and a military parade was usually held. In modern times, the term Ides of March is best known as the date that Julius Caesar was killed in 44 B.C. Julius Caesar was stabbed (23 times) to death in the Theatre of Pompey led by Marcus Junius Brutus, Gaius Cassius Longinus and 60 other conspirators.
On his way to the Theatre of Pompey (where he would be assassinated), Caesar saw a seer who had foretold that harm would come to him not later than the Ides of March. Caesar joked, "Well, the Ides of March have come", to which the seer replied "Ay, they have come, but they are not gone."[2] This meeting is famously dramatized in William Shakespeare's play Julius Caesar, when Caesar is warned to "beware the Ides of March".[3][4]
 

So today is the Ides of March - but unless your name is Julius -- Why would you care?



Maybe it's nothing----Just a good excuse for a toga party!


March Madness - is a time in which many of us here on the top side begin to feel like maybe the winter will end?  A time of little budding things and Eastery Eggs.  For many it is also time to begin a novel.

The Idus Martii is the perfect day to begin a novel of foreboding - trouble - madness - evil. 

High spirits will make for a brutal contrast to some violent betrayal.  It is a day for stories in which people you love and count on betray you, kill you or scar your soul.  Christopher Columbus returned from his first voyage of discovery today....think how that worked out?  It is a day of bright futures and pasts that catch up with us. 

What do Writers, Witches and Weavers have in common--------we are all a bit crafty!


As you begin your story today -Think how you can step outside of tradition.  Maybe some sweet little bunny pictures will inspire you!  I just can't wait for Easter!


Children love the easter bunny!
Bunnys like to cuddle!
Dont be fooled by looks!
Bunnys are so sweet!  Happy Easter!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Playing the Symbols

“Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.” - D. H. Lawrence
I have been reading several blogs on symbolism used in novels.  I love matching novels to the symbols and I admit I burn a fair dreggy flame when I weave them myself.
Has anyone noticed my self portrait above?  What's that mean?

What about my blue apples?
Fahrenheit 451 - Hunger Games series
What do they have in common?
18 symbols I have found so far.
Yes my jaw dropped too when my daughter found the first couple.
The big one of course- fire
In 451 - fire is the symbol for destruction but also hope (as little Clarisse's candle)
In Hunger - Katniss is the girl on fire - symbol of both hope and destruction.
Also, the other biggie is that whole Bird as the symbol of freedom and rebellion.
 Now those are pretty big and obvious - here are a few more
451 - 10 lane highway - a world moving to fast
Hunger - the trains that go to the capital so fast
(society marching to it's own doom ever faster)
(Clarisse -Katniss- A double S is a symbol for a government that has lost it's humanity...think of The SS
(If you don't know what 451 is - it is the temperature that paper flashes -symbol of book burners and those who demand politically correct reading material)
small child - innocent but filled with hunger to learn and think - little Rue in Hunger - little Clarisse in 451 (they both die)
 I won't name every one, it would be too long. Once again there are 18 so far.  Think I am kidding?  What was Katniss' squad number in Mockingjay........  four fifty one
No the stories are nothing alike - but the symbols are.
I am going to sit down and do a reference style post on the parallels as a separate post. 
Another symbol used in Hunger games is the smell of the rose being evil - not pleasant - horror
Others have done it too - Vonnegut and King to name two off the top of my head.
I love this because we usually think of roses as symbols of love - beauty.
Don't forget they are the symbol of death too -( Watching you from top the coffins of those you love.)
Thorns are pain topped with beauty called a rose - pain hidden in beauty.
Think of these symbols and ask yourself if you really get the whole story behind them?
River
eye
clock
 broken pillar
glass of wine
light
tombstone
If you understand the symbols - a story told in seven symbols.
In my story fire is a theme too - (hope and destruction yes - but creation also) 
Fire is love that can't be controlled - even if it means you sacrifice yourself - even in your own destruction, you love.   A love so pure it burns. Love beyond all pain - only light. 
 Smoke is the search for love and god and your own fate....you can smell it from far away good or bad. Light symbolises - joy - sensation - happy - kindness - and knowing your path is true. 
The red bud tree in the cemetery - life even in death - love past boundary.
Cheerleader - working so hard to conform yet finding value even in that pursuit.
Vampire - life with a price - lived as a slave to things you must do to survive
Djinn - the smokeless fire of god - they are the soul of man on his journey
Most of us know a song that speaks about a ring of fire - you know the one.  What is the first word of that song? Love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring.  I fell for you, like a child.  It is a love song - not a song of hell, but one of true love.
Now tell me what symbols you are weaving into your words.  How do you use them?
What is the main symbol of your current work in progress? 


 Take a stab at telling the story above?

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Road trip Wed at YA highway



Lets say yippe it's road trip Wednesday.  And like Haymitch in the Hunger Games I am both sober and ready to play - grin.  (and anyone who might be offended by my sarcastic references to sobriety - I am being sarcastic - lol -figure that one out -grin)

this weeks question --------




Well I have to say that I was more into wanting to be like grown ups in high school -

Kirk --James Tiberius ----   I was not so much a Trekkie as more of a traveler - I wanted to go all the time.
His job was to travel around and not get dead - save the day and then travel around some more!  I wanted to be him.

Like Sam and Dean on Supernatural.   

I also wanted to be a Truck Driver - notice the travel theme.  It was a hoot - and now its on to the next thing...

I wanted to be like Stephen King - able to scare the bee-jezzies out of people.  I always thought he was very cool - and yes he was pretty - which help my adoration a little - though my friends didn't get my taste in bad boys.  Lets see - how did that work out?  Well - I can scare people - hehehe.  I write....but I may have a ways to go before anyone in their right mind would say I can compare - no - he's still way up there in the stars - like Kirk. 

Last but not least - I wanted to be like every bad boy you ever met - why boy? Because girls had to wear high heels and be rescued.  I wanted to play with the bow and arrow and the sword too - not run through the woods and cry.....




So I married the very baddest boy of all.  He let me Drive the Big ole Truck and Thought it was cool that I could work on it too.  He saw me.  He was not put off by Girls who lead.  He rescued me from my own refusal to be the little helpless girl.  He was boy enough to stand next to me.  Sweet enough to teach me how to change a diaper.  Terrible enough to keep me on my toes. Man enough to live with the name Thumper - and laugh with every person who ever made fun of him.  We had to do alot of adjusting - but he saw past my hard - never mushy - outside and found my heart.  Yes he's a little afraid of me -- but he shows up anyway.

I would like to be more like him.  He can put things together quickly and figure people out.  He is slow to fight but quick to anger - and when he's angry - he can always find a way around - and do it anyway.  I love that. 


"If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all!"    now the rest of the quote.   "It just warns them you are up to something."
Wisdom can be evil in the wrong hands - grin

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Writing in the Shower!

I write in the shower!

Yes, I am serious.


Sure the paper gets a bit soggy and since I realized it was the computer that was leading to my constant electrocution -----Ok I am pulling your chain - a little.

I see on many of the blogs I haunt, people who say they want to write - but they sit at the computer with a blank screen and don't know where to start.

If you sit down and force yourself to Sit there until something pops in your head - you are not writing.  You are punishing you - not giving in to the joy.

 My most vivid memory of childhood is my nightly "clean your plate' battle.  I spent hours of each evening staring at a green been or a cooked carrot or anything slathered in red sauce.  I had to sit at the table until I cleaned my plate.  I did not ever learn to enjoy green beans from the experience.  It did teach me that I can swallow a very large item if I can wash it down.  I can do it anyway if you take away my water, but it's harder.

(analyse that for a moment parents - I would rather choke myself to death - then chew a green bean.  My mom was doing the thing good parents did back then - they will learn to eat it IF IT KILLS THEM!)

What?  How does that have anything to do with writing in the shower?

You sit staring at your computer - daring yourself to write.  You demand that you write.  You insist that you write.  You will sit here until you learn to clean Your Plate.  You have writer's block - you have angst - you have too dang many stupid rules for yourself.

You may figure out a way to consume that green bean - but you will never ever enjoy them.
You may force yourself to tap out perfectly fine string-beans of words -but you will never fall in lust with your activity.

Writing is not learning to clean your plate.  It is finding out that you nearly roll your eyes back in your head in pleasure as you taste something new.

What is writing? 

Is eating only the moment you sit down and shovel food in your mouth?  I don't think so.  No meal ever comes to you with no preparation.  It begins with seed, and growth and death and plucking and picking.  Then it moves to slicing and gathering and cooking and at the moment when all of it falls together - and you can stand the need of it no longer - eating what is before you is not a torture - it is fulfillment - release - pure pleasure.  Food becomes joy. (ok - to the little smarty pants out there saying "What about eating out?" That is going to the book store to enjoy other peoples work - reading!)

Where does your writing begin?

  Mine does not begin in front of a computer ever.  I am speaking with "those who will be" most of the time.  A melancholy mood drifts upon me that I can't explain - I ask -who are you?  When the voice speaks - a seed has begun. 
Now I must date them a while - interview them - see them.  Decide if I love them or will move on - letting them find another who can hear them.  I warn them --  I am a cruel God.  If they stay I begin to let them charm me.  In the grocery store an old woman will walk past and for a moment I will see her pretty blue eyes - a voice will come forward and say "Those are my eyes!"

A turn of expression at the licence bureau - "I said that- it's how I speak."
A pretty magazine house - "that is where I live"
They are constantly attempting to gain my attention.

They need me - and I pay attention when I have a moment - such as in the Shower when the other Talkers - the fleshy ones - don't interrupt.

This part IS writing.  You may think your doing nothing - procrastinating - not getting famous as fast as you wanted - not living your expectations of writerly activity - not doing it Write?

Your binding yourself.  You are becoming willing to swallow that green bean whole, if it means you can get up from the table.

Don't sit down at that table.  Don't think green beans are all there is. 

Then when do I get to the good part?

What is the good part for you?  Is it being Writer MacWriterly -big shot? 
Most of us will say - No but it would be NICE!
Exactly.
You don't learn to play a game with the intent of being better than anyone else at it - you play it for joy.

Your relationship with the voices will change - by now you know them.
 You know that you can't stand to be without them.  You love them.  You need them and you are getting a little desperate and strange about it.  You want to write them.  Your fingers itch to bring them to life. Your sure if the world doesn't leave you alone, you're going to set something on fire, to distract it, so you can sneak away and write!

That is the moment you sit down at your computer.  That is when you let them tempt you and you are swept away in the joy of writing.

 The words fly - you keep telling the fleshys - "just a minute!" - until they are sure, this time you have lost your mind.  12 hours later you emerge feeling like you could fly if you just had a little coffee - and a nap.  You try to explain to them - but its hopeless.  They will love you anyway.

I don't want to call it word-sex  - that sounds kinda messy......So lets call it Your favorite meal of all time.
You have eaten and you are satisfied.

That is the good part - and it may have started in the shower.   Just because your flirting doesn't mean you are not falling madly in love.  Just because your not tapping away - DOES NOT mean you are not writing.

Me? I write while I drive - while I shower - while I blog - while I do about anything.....

All I am saying is don't suffocate your passion in rules.  You may learn to swallow that green bean - but you are cheating yourself out of enjoying the meal. 





 Where do You write???? 

Friday, March 4, 2011

Never fight bedtime again! Foolproof plan.

I have seen the nightmare.  There are tears, anger, pleading and that hopeless hollow look in the eye of the parent.  They say they have tried everything.  No - It isn't life or death, hunger or hell - It's BEDTIME!

       Most people have been told that reading to kids is a great way to make them readers later in life.  That sweet picture of a parent tucked into a huge bed with well behaved little angels on either side, as Mommy or Daddy open a familiar fairytale is - well a fairytale!

      The real story is that the little darlings will do anything - including put up with you yelling and crying - for just five more minutes of wakeful antics.

      I can show you how to never live that sort of evening again. 
 Yes it works with every child.
 Yes you can do it in a week.
 Yes, You must put some effort in it.

      There are rules -
       You must devote 1 hour every night no matter what to sitting in a chair - not in their beds.  (this is easier if they are in one room - even if they have separate rooms, as you begin, let them all sleep in one area for the moment.

        You may read one picture book - as a warm up, then it's on to the BIG kid book. 

        You will choose the book - they may vote on the next selection, but even if they whine that it's dull - you must finish one to get to the next. (you will understand later - when you have read everything in the house including the bible and a truck repair manual out loud) Yes I did actually read 'How to win friends and influence People' to them before they were out of grade school - it was there - I was not starting Harry Potter over again, and one of them was having some trouble with a bully - nope didn't fix it - but it didn't hurt either.

        You will read in a quiet voice - including accents if you can - bad words if they are there, and there are no questions allowed til the end of a chapter.

         There is no time limit except a minimum of one hour - if it takes three - you will have to buck it up and do it.  If they are asleep in three minutes - yippee!  Sit quietly for another 20 and enjoy how pretty they are.  Somehow they know you are there.
          Hang a string of white Christmas lights in the room - this is your magic reading light - turn them off when you finish - they may only be on during reading time. (any favorite color is fine - but purple is hard to see with)

The rules They must follow.
                            Reading time begins at: (30 minutes before old bedtime)  They no longer have a Bedtime - they may stay up as late as they want - but must be toothbrushed tucked in and eyes closed (to better see the story) at the beginning of reading time.  (in the first week fudge a little - you have to prove to them that this is better than I need a drink of water - there is something in my closet - I heard a noise outside - etc.) This rule is why picture books are useless - eyes must be open for picture books - open eyes and sleep don't happen in most cases.
                             If they flop about- start acting like creatures - or bicker - You will close the book and reading time is over ( give them several warning for the first few weeks - you must give them time to like this before enforcing it not to happen)  After a little bit, a short pause in reading will be all it takes.
                              If they don't understand a word - they may raise their hand - all other questions take place at the end of chapters only.
                               This one is hard at first - They get to decide how late they stay up - You will read as long as they are awake or up to (specific time- at least two hours - seems like a huge deal to them and as your throat dries out you will wonder 'what the heck I have signed yo up for?') You must erase the old "have to go to sleep fight".  Once they trust that this is no trick - they will drift off long before they plan every night - unless the book is at a very exciting spot. 
                               Begin each evening by asking - What was the last thing you remember?  That is where you start reading - this is another battle ender - doesn't matter if they drift off to sleep - you will back up to accommodate them.  They don't have to fight - to keep from missing the good parts.
                               Always read two pages past the point you are certain they are asleep - nothing like the sound of a voice stopping to snap eyes open.  If this occurs (you got caught) simply get a sip of water and continue.

                               Why it works -
                                             Your voice calms your child - remember to keep your voice modulated in a soothing tone - you are not speaking -you are Reading.  The cadence and inflection should not be a dull monotone - but you must not read fast to try to get Done either.  Concentrate on pronouncing your words correctly - we do not enunciate properly anymore - think Peter O'Toole, Katherine Hepburn or Alan Rickman (Harry Potters -Prof. Snape)  Your accent - but precise.  That will slow your words without making you boring.
                                           You have just given your little controllers - alot of control.  If you tell me to do something I may fight you.  If I get to drive - I go where I want and there is no energy needed for battle - you might as well give them a kid sleeping pill - your total attention - no need to argue -warm cosy bed - soft light - and things to dream.

Frequently argued - by parents
Well your kids must be weird - it won't work with mine.  Mine are monsters at bed time.  (that is because you have BEDtime not - You have my total attention time.  Not This is my special gift to you time. Not I adore you enough to give up my favorite TV show/ cleaning the dishes/tapping on my computer, Time.  You have BEDtime which equals Battle Every Day Time! 

I don't read out loud well.     Practice on people who don't care if you are perfect - you will get better very quickly. (my husband did - he hates to read -but has read books he likes - the left behind series - to the kids.) {I don't approve of those books - lol - they are too depressing to me - but they love them - isn't that a lesson for me to discover - everyone should read exactly what they want - my favorite books may not be the only books that exist -gasp}

I don't have time - then do not bother to try - you will crush them if you are too sick - too tired - too lazy - or toooo busy for them.  Instead continue upon you current path and watch the Battle Every Day - Become.  It will grow into many wonderful things - battles over friends, cloths, drugs, grades and many other exciting life choices.  This is your first opportunity to say to your child - I think you are big enough - smart enough - good enough to let you decide.  I can advise you - but I won't be there to make all the important choices for you.  You are driving my child.  {this tiny bridge - is how I go forth with you - into your future} 

If you don't have time - you don't have time.  They will find the way with or without you.

My Kids are too Old!       Really?  I read to people in pain who are older than I am - How old are your children exactly? - Are you vampires perhaps?  Are you still Telling your teens?  Do not raise Children dear ones - Raise Adults.  Raise people who drive carefully without you, not people who think you are to stupid to work the car - because they had to learn where the peddles were from some one else as you praised only the joy of walking to school up hill both ways.

How I know -
                 I have a strange house.  It may be trashed and messy - but if we argue here, it is because we have something to disagree about.  It is not habit.  It is not because that's all we have to say to each other.  It is because He stole my book -sometimes.
 Children come to my house who have never been allowed to sleep over anywhere - the parents wouldn't subject anyone to the way their kids act - They often pick them up with - "I'm soo sorry - I tried to tell you..."  Dropping their jaw as I tell them we had a wonderful time.  Then I hand them some book and explain the rules.
 Even older kids, who have never once been read to - like it.  They roll their eyes a few nights - then all of a sudden something changes and like my own kids - start bugging me a 7pm to remember that I promised to read early tonight.


Last thoughts - My son was three years old, my daughter was eight.  I was reading Lord Of The Rings to them and I was sure that all the horrid to pronounce words -endless description and back story, and many many many characters had lost them.  I had finally just about decided there was an end zone - as far as ability to follow.  Then we came to the Dwarven Mines lost in time and sorrow - I was sure they were both asleep.  Gandolf fell.  My Three year old sat up in bed tears in his eyes not caring about the end of chapter rule or raising his hand and shouted "did Gandolf DIE?"  My daugter, eyes open too - whispers " just tell us - I can't stand it if Gandolf dies!"

Do not ever underestimate your children - or the power of love they can feel for a reality that is only a dream.