The Pyrenees---Southern France

The Pyrenees---Southern France

Monday, February 24, 2014

Black History

       In February (the shortest month), as a third grade teacher, we're studying African Americans who have made a difference. Some of my personal heroes are Jackie Robinson, Mae Jemison, and Henry "Box" Brown. 

       To celebrate both Black History Month (February) and Women's Month (March), Jennifer Brown Banks (a blogger I follow) wrote the below poem that she's generously sharing

      Oh, you don't know her? Jennifer Brown Banks is an award-winning poet whose work has appeared in : Poetic Voices, Rolling Out Magazine, Being Single Magazine, Curbside Splendor and several anthologies.



LIKE WINE, WE RARE

(For soul sisters)

by Jennifer Brown Banks



Defiant hair,

Undeniable flair,

Attitude”

To spare,



Like wine

We rare



Full hips

Mo-than-our-share lips,

Skin that’s been

Sun kissed,

Like wine

We rare



Sassy, beautiful

And bold

Breaking the mold,

Our greatness untold,



Like wine

We rare

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Old School...Or New School?

      Years ago when I first began teaching, there was a chalkboard in my classroom. Every time I filled the board up, I'd erase, then use a wet cloth, so I'd have a clean slate.

      It was time-consuming. Waiting for the streaks on the blackboard to get thinner and thinner until they finally disappeared.

      Then came the dry erase boards. Initially, I thought they were inferior to blackboards. In fact, when I changed school districts and saw that--in my new classroom--there was a dry-erase board mounted on top of a chalkboard, I wanted to fill out a job request to right the wrong.

       Thankfully, I thought before I opened my mouth (which is a rare occurrence).

       Now, of course, I have a Smartboard in my classroom. I can't imagine ever mourning the demise of my chalkboard. I can write with my finger, I can change colors just by moving a "pen" to a different spot, I can erase an entire page with a swirl of my finger, I can draw arrows  to something on a projected website...there is all sorts of "magic" I can perform. And yet, sometimes, doing things in an old-fashioned, cumbersome way has its benefits...

      For example, I'm working on a longish project--closer to 100,000 words than 50,000 * (but not by much). When I got ready to send it to my unfortunate friend beta reader, I eagerly asked her how she wanted it. Did she want me to send her a hard copy? (I asked with some anticipatory spit forming at the corners of my mouth.) I was looking forward to hitting print and then watching as the pages accumulated in the printer tray and most of the ink getting slurped up.

         She couldn't revise via a computer screen, could she? (I asked with a knowing smirk.) I was just asking so I appeared like I knew what the options were. Certainly, I knew there was only one choice.

       I admit, I was disappointed when she said, "Send it in a Word document." My finger, poised over the button to make it print, hesitated for a pathetic moment before it returned to my lap.

       But, when she sends it back with her suggestions highlighted and underlined and crossed out and whatever other magical ways she's going to mark her ideas, I will print it out and look at it as I revise. Because I will have to have a hard copy in front of me as I decide how the piece needs to morph and what it will ultimately look like on the white page. That's me doin' it old-school style.

     And occasionally, when I am somewhere on a friend's computer--with only a printer and without internet...when I only have a paper and glue/spiral journal (as opposed to an electronic "notebook")...I combine old school and new school. I have to retype from a hard copy and as I do so, I'm looking at it with new eyes...because I have to carefully look from one to the other to make sure I'm getting it down correctly. And while I'm typing, I'm revising. It's something I sometimes do on purpose--print something but deliberately not save it--so I will be forced to look at it again...with a pair of fresh eyes.

     How about you? What do you like to do that's considered "old school" instead of in the new-fangled fashion? It could be a recipe or a cooking technique...It could be writing hand-written letters instead of emails. (Yes, Lynn, my finger is pointed at you.)

     Share, please.


*Of course, once my first editing friend gets done crossing out the parts that are boring/that are self-indulgent/that don't move the story forward/that are confusing/that aren't funny, my novel will be 13 words long...

Thursday, February 20, 2014

At Laaast

        What do you want from a friend/colleague when it comes to feedback? Do you want complete honesty--even if it's brutal--or would you rather have comments that are just semi-honest?

        This morning I finally finished the first draft of my NaNoWriMo 2012/2013 manuscript. I already had a beta reader (I had to look that term up to find out what in the heck it meant I've been lucky to work with the same beta reader for many years) who was chomping at the bit to get it. Who knows why...perhaps she's a glutton for punishment?

         I do have a self-imposed deadline. At the end of March I'm going to Conception, Missouri for a DIY writing retreat. My plan: to have some constructive feedback in my pocket, so I can do some serious revising.

  
      My beta reader and I skyped last night. We discussed what we both value when it comes to critique. This is Sioux's Guide to What Every Writer Needs:

  •  Tell me when the story gets sucky. I don't mind big X's across a page, and I know this 82,000-word monstrosity has some parts that suck. Big time suck. 

  • Tell me when I've discovered the cure for insomnia--through my writing. If my story gets sluggish or boring, let me know. I've got thick skin. My name is written on bathroom stalls by third graders, and I'm pleased when they spell the colorful words correctly. (That "tch" blend is oh-so important...)

  • If you don't care about my characters, tell me.  This story was a way to work out some personal issues, so perhaps I am the only one who cares... 
        What do you want when it comes to feedback? Inquiring (and worn out) minds want to know...   

Friday, February 14, 2014

I'm a Sucker For a Pretty Line

      Many years ago, I heard Rick Bragg speak at a conference. This was right after he'd had his first memoir, All Over But the Shoutin', published. A Southern writer with countless tales to spin. The man had a way with words. I was hooked. And a little bit smitten...

    I continue to be wooed with words. Often, it's during a writing critique night. Sometimes it's a bit of song lyrics. (Anna Nalick's "Life is an hourglass glued to the table," or John Mayer's "Walkin' like a one-man army" are two I love.) And sometimes wonderful lines are found in whatever novel I'm currently reading.

     Recently, I read Radio Hope by Sean McLachlan. Any book that has a post-apocalyptic premise is a book I avoid...most of the time. But I follow Sean's posts--he travels all over the world--so I hoped his novel would be an enjoyable read.

     And it was. Right away, there were a couple of well-crafted lines begging to be jotted down.

       Roy's bar "a place for relaxation, inebriation and stupefaction."

               an aging man "with a hairline that hadn't crawled halfway to his butt." 

         Despite the fact that this kind of novel is worlds away from what is normally stacked next to my bed, I was interested in the plot, and almost inhaled the book...I had to finish it so I could find out what happened to the characters. Who survived? Who lost out?

     I appreciate that Sean trusts his readers. He trusts that they don't require a bunch of chunky background story. The story evolves naturally. There are things you wonder about. Where did the bar get its name from?  What are tweakers? What exactly is Radio Hope? And the answers come...all in good time.

     Personally, I survived my own version of Toxic Bay (a place in Radio Hope) today. It was Valentine's Day, and for elementary school teachers, it's a terrifying day. Will any of the adults perish due to self-mutilation? Can a third grader's sugar level get any higher? When is Spring Break? (Yes. No. Not soon enough.) 
    

  
If you're an Amazon Prime member,
you can borrow this book for free.

       Check out Radio Hope. Even if you're like me, and normally don't read this type of book, you might find yourself pleasantly surprised...





          

Friday, February 7, 2014

Writing About Women When You're a Man

Sean McLachlan has written about history. He's written about travel. And now, he's written about a post-apocalyptic world...and his newest novel, Radio Hope, is now out. 

Today, on this guest post, Sean writes on writing about women...from a man's perspective.

One of the big challenges and rewards of writing fiction is getting into different people’s mindsets. The biggest mental leap for me is writing about the opposite sex.

Of course, I’ve been around women all my life, and I’ve been married to a female scientist for 13 years, so I know a little about women, and I know a LOT about sex discrimination in the sciences. Don’t get me started.

But secondhand knowledge is just that; I don’t really know what it’s like to be a woman and I never will. Luckily there are ways around this problem.

One of the protagonists in my post-apocalyptic novel Radio Hope is Annette Cruz. She’s a gunslinging bouncer at a bar in a shantytown filled with scavengers and drifters. She couldn’t be more different than her creator—she's a Latina who’s a crack shot, physically aggressive, and has survived everything from bandit attacks and toxic waste to starvation and blizzards. The guy who thought her up is only a mediocre shot and has been mildly uncomfortable a few times in his life.

So how do I get into this woman’s head? How does a female writer get into a man’s head? The answer is simple—focus on the similarities. Annette Cruz is more than the woman who will kick your ass if you get out of line; she’s also a single mother. The father of her child died long ago and she’s raising a ten-year-old boy alone.

Parenthood is something I can relate to, and looking back at the fiction I’ve written over the past decade I notice that none of my characters were parents until I became one myself. That bond is a strong one. It redefines you. I can relate to Annette’s worries about her child growing up in a bad neighborhood, or not being able to give him everything he deserves. And while I’m not a single parent, I do a fair amount of single parenting when my wife is away at conferences.

(And she’ll kill me if I don’t mention that she does plenty herself when I’m traveling for work. There, I’m safe.)

Annette also experiences a lot of things I have—annoying people at work, worries over the future, regrets from the past, and a whole host of other emotions that all people experience.

So if a writer thinks things through, it’s possible to write convincingly about the opposite gender. I avoid sex scenes, though. I just don’t want to think about that from a woman’s perspective. Yeah, I’m a guy. Luckily Annette’s going through a bit of a dry period at the moment. For some reason, working in a dive bar breaking up knife fights keeps her from meeting the right kind of man. I wonder why that is?

Sean McLachlan is an archaeologist turned writer who is the author of several books of fiction and history. Check him out on his blog Midlist Writer.


Radio Hope can be borrowed free if you're an Amazon Prime member. Check it out on Amazon.


In a world shattered by war, pollution and disease. . .
A gunslinging mother longs to find a safe refuge for her son.
A frustrated revolutionary delivers water to villagers living on a toxic waste dump.
In humanity’s last city, the assistant mayor hopes he will never have to take command.
One thing gives them the promise of a better future--Radio Hope, a mysterious station that broadcasts vital information on surviving in a blighted world. But when a mad prophet and his army of fanatics march out of the wildlands on a crusade to purify the land with blood and fire, all three will find their lives intertwining, and changing forever.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Are Men Clueless?

       Do men understand anything about women? Do they understand that wine and chocolate--for us--are two of the most important food groups? Do they get it that when we come home after an awful day, we don't want them to fix it for us--we just want them to listen? Do they realize that we forget nothing, and will sometimes lie in wait--for ages--in order to get revenge/to pull a payback prank on them/to gleefully say, "I told you so"?

      Sean McLachlan has written about women--one of his main characters is a woman--in his newest novel Radio Hope. He's doing a guest post on Friday, February 7 about writing about women...when you're a man.

      So come back at the end of the week, and see what Sean says about men...and how well they know women.

This is Sean McLachlan, probably in some exotic location,
since he lives in fascinating spots all over the world. Currently
he's living in Spain (I believe).