by C.L. Phillips
Here's another treat from the first day of the Story Masters class with Donald Maass. Think of your protagonist and answer these questions:
1) What is their worst habit?
2) Where in your novel is the first scene where your protag must overcome this nasty little habit?
3) When does your protag give in to this habit? When does this pesky habit bring the protag to the point of embarrassment or humiliation?
4) What does this moment cost your protag?
5) Is this the worst moment - or what is the worst moment for your protag?
6) What is the first thing they do when they realize they must change?
You know you are working at a good level of depth when you can quickly answer these questions because you know your protagonist so well.
I use these questions like writing prompts in the first draft of character development, and later when editing, I use them like test questions. How well do you really know your characters? How well are the little tics and behaviors connected to the plot of your story? For me, it's a good writing day when I can punch out the answers to these questions for my main characters in ten minutes per character.
Give it a try and let me know how it works for you! And now, back to Nanowrimo.
Keep writing!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Someone's in the Kitchen
by Martha Reed
I have a traditional as I near the end of the year where I
make a cup of tea and sit down to see how well I kept to my task list. Each
January, I write a task list and project the Top 10 things I want to accomplish
over the next twelve months. Surprisingly, I usually manage to complete at
least 7 or 8 of them although the ‘lose 20 pounds’ line item continues to
persist from year to year.
The biggest item from this year was ‘finish your mss’. I’m
happy to report that I did; my next task is ‘sell it to an agent or publisher’.
I’m still working on that one, too.
The second biggest item on my 2011 list was ‘redo the
kitchen’. That task seemed overwhelming but I bit the bullet in May and started
to research it out and miracle of miracles, I officially finished the new
kitchen when I installed a stainless tile backsplash two weeks ago. Before you think I’m all
handy, this statement comes with a caveat: halfway through the night when the
wall got cold all my lovely self-adhesive tiles fell off the wall. I’ll tell
you what, that was some noise to wake up to. It sounded like someone downstairs
was shuffling cards at my dining room table. Anyway, the next day at Home Depot
I purchased a couple of tubes of industrial adhesive. Those suckers
are staying stuck to the wall now.
The other thing I like to do at year-end is to go through my
Mac and clean out my folders. While I was working on that this long luxurious
four-day weekend, I came across this picture of our volunteer day at WQED with
Chris Fennimore. I thought it appropriate to post since we’re standing in his
kitchen. The other ladies in the picture are fellow Sisters in Crime Pittsburgh
siblings but as I studied the picture I found myself wondering: why is the only
person afraid of the knife, me?
Monday, November 28, 2011
MUDDLED MIND MONDAY
by Gina Sestak
OK. Thanksgiving is over. Christmas is three weeks away. I've spent the four-day weekend resting, eating, hanging out with friends and relatives, watching dvds, and avoiding shopping. So what do I write about? I haven't got a clue. I could rehash Thanksgiving themes or discuss the film treatment, screenplay or novel revisions I've been working on, or start in on the Bollywood addiction once again. I think I've done these topics all to death.
So I'll open it up today: how was your holiday?
OK. Thanksgiving is over. Christmas is three weeks away. I've spent the four-day weekend resting, eating, hanging out with friends and relatives, watching dvds, and avoiding shopping. So what do I write about? I haven't got a clue. I could rehash Thanksgiving themes or discuss the film treatment, screenplay or novel revisions I've been working on, or start in on the Bollywood addiction once again. I think I've done these topics all to death.
So I'll open it up today: how was your holiday?
Friday, November 25, 2011
The Fun of Cross Genre Writing--All Things Dark and Dastardly
Please welcome guest blogger MARY ANN LOESCH. Mary Ann is an
award winning fiction writer whose novel Nephilim
was published by Lyrical Press Inc. You can learn more about her at www.maryannloesch.com or visit her
blog, Loesch’s Muse.
The Fun of Cross
Genre Writing—All Things Dark and Dastardly
I love reading mysteries or watching true crime shows on
television. I admit to a horrible addiction to Dateline and 48 Hours Mysteries. My husband calls me an armchair detective, and
when I notice myself analyzing the latest crime stories on the news, I have to
agree with him. I’m crazy for the
mystery!
But I don’t write in the mystery genre. I’m an urban fantasy, horror, speculative
fiction writer all the way. If it goes bump in the night, it’s because of a
werewolf, vampire, or psychotic angel (yeah, they’re out there!) It’s never
because of some husband cashing in on insurance fraud or vengeance from an
angry wife. Of course, I think there is
often an element of mystery in urban fantasy, horror, or even science fiction.
It’s only the characters and the supernatural elements that make it a different
genre.
When my writing group, All Things Writing, decided it was
time to put together an anthology of our short stories, we weren’t sure how well
that would work. Comprised of Steve Metze,
Kaye George, and myself, All Things Writing is a mix of
eclectic people with a strong love of the written word. The challenge was that none
of us write in the same genre! The only thing we could see that linked our
writing was the need to write short stories that had dark elements. Very dark.
Sometimes even dastardly….
Viola! From that darkness came our anthology, All Things Dark and Dastardly. A
collection of thirteen short stories edited by the delightful Ramona DeFelice Long, this book is a
fun walk down a very twisted path of prose. With titles like Finger in My
Soup, Aliens vs. Fat Bastard, and Balls,
the All Things Dark and Dastardly
book provides the reader with a cross mix of genres that we hope will intrigue
and cause a page turning frenzy. Each
story is a little taste of urban fantasy, horror, mystery and even science
fiction with a common link of unsettling darkness.
The process of putting together an anthology can either make
or break a writing group. After all, you have to commit your time and energy
into editing, meeting deadlines, and agreeing on the promotion plan. Luckily, I
can walk away from the experience feeling like I’ve grown as a person and as a
writer. Because of our desire to write in the differing genres, I’ve had the
opportunity to study my fellow writers' genres of choice a bit closer. I think
that is something many authors could benefit from! Observing Kaye and Steve’s
work taught me how to edit manuscripts other than my own, provided
invaluable writing techniques, and made me think about tweaking some of my
processes. I’m not ready to sit down and write a mystery novel yet, but I can
see it in my future.
Hmmm…but then again, it might need to be enhanced with a
witch or two. Maybe a banshee. They never get enough play in stories these
days…
You can purchase your copy of All Things Dark and Dastardly at Amazon or by visiting our
website All
Things Writing.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Change for the Better
by Guest Blogger, Lois Lamanna
I frequently think about how it must have been for writers
in the past. Where did Shakespeare get his paper? How did he send his
manuscript to his publisher? What did he do when he made a mistake? What did he
do if his publisher wanted an extra thousand words or a thousand words removed?
Did he have a style guide, thesaurus and dictionary? Were any of his works
rejected? Did Shakespeare’s children stand over his shoulder and say, “Dad, if
you used a turkey quill instead of a pigeon feather you would be able to write
faster?”
Growing up in suburbia, post World War II, I recall
mobilizing the entire family to search the house whenever we needed a piece of
paper and pencil for a phone message. (Did Shakespeare have a junk drawer in
his kitchen?)
My first typewriter came from the toy department of K-Mart.
I got it for Christmas when I was a freshman in college. It had a transistor
radio built into the blue plastic case. I was humiliated when I carried it into
my dorm. Everyone else had black manual typewriters, except my roommate. She
had an electric typewriter. I’ll admit I lusted after it. When themes were due
I pleaded to use her machine. I scoured the dorm for spare sheets of erasable
bond paper.
I got an old, even for the early seventies, old typewriter
from one of my professors. He offered it as a prize for selling candy for a
campus organization. I hustled through the professors’ offices to win. I wrote
my master’s thesis using that Olivetti. I pounded out lesson plans in
triplicate.
(In spite of what my mother said about cracking my fingers,
I think manual typewriters are the reason I have fat knuckles.)
Woe to anyone who made a mistake while typing on a manual
typewriter, especially when you made the mistake in triplicate. You had to
erase the error, sometimes resulting in a hole in the paper if you rubbed too
hard with the little eraser pencil with a conveniently located brush on the
other end. To precisely line up the page under the correct key, to type over
the misspelled word, was a skill very few people mastered.
The white tape that covered the black mistake was a miracle
and I would like to personally thank the person who invented White Out.
I wrote my first manuscript using pen and paper then
painstakingly keying the words into my primitive computer each night. I
spellchecked it. I grammar checked it. I saved it to disk. I printed it and
sent the first thirty pages, via snail mail, to agents and publishers. I got
rejected.
Now I get rejected at the coffee shop by way of email, one
click of a button.
The writing experience has changed dramatically since
Shakespeare’s time, but one thing hasn’t changed. My children stand behind me
and say, “There is a better way.”
Backspace, delete, cut, paste. Don’t my kids realize that
this is the better way?
Retired from teaching (a subject other than English), Lois
Lamanna’s first novel Matrimony and
Murder, is being released in December 2011 by Avalon Books. While exploring
her other options, she is working at Macy’s, selling jewelry. She lives in Murrysville , PA
with her husband and two dogs. When she is not working or writing, she enjoys
baking cookies and working in her yard. “I’m glad I am finally going to be
published; it justifies not dusting or running the vacuum.”
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
My dog Rosie
by K.M. Humphreys
Rosie is my beagle mix.
We’re not really sure what she’s mixed with, but she’s not full
bred. My husband and I adopted her two
years ago on October 17th.
She
came into our lives as a scared little puppy.
Not a puppy really, she was six, but she acted like one and still does
sometimes. We believe she was abused
and/or neglected prior to arriving at the shelter. She was scared when the woman brought her
into the little room where we get introduced.
Rosie didn’t want to come near us at first, but she eventually started
coming near my husband after a few minutes.
It took her a little longer to come to me.
At
first we limited her access to certain areas of the house. Now she has full access when we’re home, and
only kept in our bedroom when we’re not home.
She loves our bedroom, or at least our bed. It’s her favorite spot in the whole
house. Even when we are home, she is
often found sleeping on our bed. She
also likes our sofa and the futon.
She’s
overcome a lot of her shyness. She still
will run if a stranger tries to pay some attention to her. With us she’s no longer scared. She has a lot more energy than she did when
we first got her.
It is
said that dogs are a man’s best friend.
In our case she’s a woman’s best friend.
Rosie follows me around wherever I go in the house. If she sees me get the keys out, she’s at the
garage door hopeful for a car ride. My
husband will be petting her and as soon as she sees me, she walks away from him
to come to me. She mostly avoids my husband.
She only willingly goes to my husband
when she’s scared – such as a big bad thunderstorm.
She is
a silly puppy when it comes to eating.
She insists on dumping her food on the floor to eat it. We always know when she’s eating as we hear
her tilting the bowl and all the food falling to the mat we have under her
dish.
However,
as she’s getting older, she has the possibilities of more illnesses. We recently found a mass on her paw. We took her to the vet to diagnose and they
ended up doing a biopsy to make sure it wasn’t cancerous. We are still waiting for the results.
While
she was under the anesthesia, they also removed a cracked tooth, clipped her
nails and cleaned her teeth. She worries us when she gets sick. We're just glad she's okay.
She is
the joy of our lives. She’s our baby and
we love her so.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Black Friday Reading with Jinny Wishmaker
by C.L. Phillips
At Working Stiffs, we tend to focus on mysteries and
true crime, but I confess one of the mysteries I would like to
understand better is how authors find their readers and get their books
in the hands of those readers. A friend, D.D. Roy is trailblazing a new path to publication with Books on Board.
I've asked D.D. to stop by and share what it's like to take a fast track to publication using a path you might not be aware exists. We've all heard of Amazon or Barnes and Noble, but there are other excellent options for indie publishing like Books on Board.
In one year, D.D. has published two novels. The first, Baby Dust (written as Deanna Roy), is a touching novel about women and miscarriage, and now her middle grade novel, JINNIE WISHMAKER is the newest addition to the Books on Board world. I've asked her to stop by and share her journey. I read an early version of this novel and plan to spend my Black Friday (after Thanksgiving) reading with Jinnie Wishmaker.
I've asked D.D. to stop by and share what it's like to take a fast track to publication using a path you might not be aware exists. We've all heard of Amazon or Barnes and Noble, but there are other excellent options for indie publishing like Books on Board.
In one year, D.D. has published two novels. The first, Baby Dust (written as Deanna Roy), is a touching novel about women and miscarriage, and now her middle grade novel, JINNIE WISHMAKER is the newest addition to the Books on Board world. I've asked her to stop by and share her journey. I read an early version of this novel and plan to spend my Black Friday (after Thanksgiving) reading with Jinnie Wishmaker.
Q: First, tell us about JINNIE WISHMAKER.
Jinnie is a story about a girl who discovers she can grant any living
thing its one true wish. But no one really takes the time to consider what
they might really want, so Jinnie's wishes have to wind their way
from the original request to fulfilling the real need. Often the twists and
turns of the wish are quite unexpected.
Q: Will there be more JINNIE adventures?
Q: Will there be more JINNIE adventures?
Absolutely. From the beginning I knew that I would
write a series revolving around kids with unusual and often unruly magical
talents.
Q: How did you connect with Books on Board?
Q: How did you connect with Books on Board?
I am part of a test group as they decide the best
way to launch their services to indie authors. They want to be able to use their
newsletters and marketing placement to help authors get
noticed.
Q: What does Books on Board provide you as an author?
Their services are still evolving, but so far they
have placed me prominently in one of their emails to try and jumpstart sales.
For authors who don't have a cover or book in epub format, they will assist with
that. It isn't that different from Create Space, where you can do it yourself or
you can buy packages.
Q: What has been your biggest surprise in going through this process?
Q: What has been your biggest surprise in going through this process?
How FAST things happen. With my novel Baby Dust,
there were page proofs and advance reader copies and blurb gathering. The
process after the book was written took over a year. But with Jinnie,
we went from manuscript to email blast to the entire customer base in two
weeks.
Q: What advice would
you give to another author?
LEARN before you leap. About once a week, some agency or traditional publisher announces they are providing for-fee options to authors wanting to get their books out. Some are much better paths than others. Never get in a situation where you pay a company to do the easy things such as uploading to Kindle and Nook stores. Never agree to a forever percentage of your sales just to get an e-book formatted, which costs less than $100 to have done. And never agree to a terms of service on any web site without reading it. Publishing your work isn't like accepting a TOS on a new piece of software. You may be giving up very important rights that will lock you in forever.
LEARN before you leap. About once a week, some agency or traditional publisher announces they are providing for-fee options to authors wanting to get their books out. Some are much better paths than others. Never get in a situation where you pay a company to do the easy things such as uploading to Kindle and Nook stores. Never agree to a forever percentage of your sales just to get an e-book formatted, which costs less than $100 to have done. And never agree to a terms of service on any web site without reading it. Publishing your work isn't like accepting a TOS on a new piece of software. You may be giving up very important rights that will lock you in forever.
In closing, I'd like to let you in on a secret. D.D. Roy, known as Deanna to her friends, has been leading the Novel-in-Progress group in Austin for many years. She cat-herds an unusual band of merry wordsmiths, each nurturing their own dreams of publication. I'm tickled to see the universe giving back to someone who has toiled so long and without recognition to the writing community.
I'd like to thank Deanna for stopping by today. You'll find her replying to comments. Ask her anything. Ask her what it's like to see your words in print, and how you can make it happen even as you continue querying for the perfect agent.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Cast Your Characters
Who can play the parts of your beloved characters?
By Pat Gulley
By Pat Gulley
We seem to be talking a lot about actors and the parts they
play in movies made from our favorite books. Not surprising, it seems Hollywood can never get it
right. Well, let’s be honest—much as I hate to take their part—how can they.
There are 10 million stories in the naked city……is just another way of saying,
there are 7 billion opinions in the world AND still counting!!!
So, here’s the fun part and a promo op for all authors,
whether it is your novel or short story, to do a little daydreaming about when
Hollywood comes calling and who you’d like to see play the lead roll in your
book. Surprisingly, to some, I don’t see my book as a big screen movie. I’d
prefer to see it as a made for TV drama on a station women love to watch, and may
watch more than once. By the way, most of my characters are in their fifties,
with two in their forties. I used:
to find (and make sure) they were over 50 actresses. They
have other age groups sites too.
So though I’d like to see Meryl Streep or Glen Close in the
roll of Prudence Peters, my protagonist, or one of my antagonists (don’t read
villain) Pru’s westcoast director, Donna Makely, I also like Jessica Lang or
Sela Ward for Pru. OTOH, for attitude, I’m positive Sigourney Weaver or Holly
Hunter could bring the attitude and hard business woman of Donna Makely alive.
Holly and British actress Anna Massey could handle the eyebrow of Harriet
Beecher Merriweather.
So let’s hear it, put on your casting director hat, drag out
a casting couch, and cast your book. Well not the whole list of characters, but
two or three.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
AWARD-WINNING WRITER SCARES NANCY PICKARD*
By Paula Matter
*Barry Eisler didn’t look too happy either. However, he did stay in his chair.
What in the world am I talking about, you ask?
After woefully cancelling my registration to this year’s New England Crime Bake con, I became even sadder as the weekend approached.
How could it be that I would miss this fabulous experience? I’ve made the trip to Dedham, MA the past two years for this mystery con. I know many of the attendees, and a lot of them are people I get to see only once a year. My car knows the route. I can drive it in six hours regardless what Mapquest says. I was scheduled to work only one day, and I could easily ask someone to cover half my shift on Saturday morning. If I got on the road by 9:30, I’d have plenty of time.
What could possibly stop me?
Oh. I’d cancelled and they’d been sold out for weeks.
Crap.
Since one of my mottoes is “It never hurts to ask,” I asked.
They said yes! Well, she said yes. Barb Ross, the wonderful lady in charge of registration, wrote back right away saying attending just the banquet would be no problem.
Yay!
But it was a costume banquet. Hmmm. Who here does not know how much I love dressing up for costume parties?
That’s right. I simply had to get a costume.
The theme: Sleuths, Spies and Private Eyes. Nothing simple about it since time was limited. I read further down on the Web site page, and there, there it was! A category for “The Best of the Baddies.”
Here's the photo the fabulous Mo Walsh took. Can you tell who I am?
Here’s a hint: When I told Nancy Pickard I was her number one fan, she jumped out of her chair, and tried to hide from me.
After winning first place (the judges said they were too scared to not declare me the winner!), Hallie Ephron told me I could now call myself an award-winning writer. (Don’t worry. I’m only doing that today for a title.) Full disclosure: While there were many dressed in costumes for the other categories, mystery novelist Vincent H. O’Neil, and I were the only two “Best of the Baddies.”
If I hadn’t scared the judges, Vinnie had a good shot at winning as Professor Moriarty.
And just to show y'all the judges weren't really scared, here's another photo:
I have to share one more photo with y'all. Nikki Bonanni (on left) won Best Overall and here's why:
Lisbeth Salander, Harriet Vane & Emma Peel
Thanks to everyone at Crime Bake. See you next year!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Story Masters : The Emotional Landscape
by C.L. Phillips
Would anyone like a ringside seat to the detailed recap of the Story Masters workshop in Houston Texas, held November 4-6, 2012? The first day kicked off with eight hours of Donald Maass. What follows are the key questions and statements from his lecture. Hope you enjoy!
What moves reader's hearts? The emotional landscape.
How do you get in touch with that emotional landscape? Answer these questions:
1) What is the feeling you are most afraid to put on the page?
2) What do you avoid?
3) What would people not understand?
4) When does this feeling occur in my life?
5) What feeling makes you tremble when it occurs? Who provokes it? How does it manifest in your life? How do you know ou are having this feeling?
Answer these questions in detail, and you have an authentic feeling backed with reason. Find an example of this feeling from your own life and ask where you can place this feeling into your protagonist's journey.
Now of course, I have more notes, but I thought these questions make a nice exercise. If you read the questions one at a time, work on the answer for three minutes and then move to the next question, you will have wonderful material.
When I attended the workshop, I'd recently finished two manuscripts, so I made a set of tables for each, and worked on both novels at the same time. What made that fun was the fact that I had to work so fast I couldn't edit any thoughts that came into my head.
So my advice for today - lock and load. Lock down the questions. Load up the answers and don't look back. Your story may be gaining on you.
In Nanowrimo we trust....
Keep writing!
Would anyone like a ringside seat to the detailed recap of the Story Masters workshop in Houston Texas, held November 4-6, 2012? The first day kicked off with eight hours of Donald Maass. What follows are the key questions and statements from his lecture. Hope you enjoy!
What moves reader's hearts? The emotional landscape.
How do you get in touch with that emotional landscape? Answer these questions:
1) What is the feeling you are most afraid to put on the page?
2) What do you avoid?
3) What would people not understand?
4) When does this feeling occur in my life?
5) What feeling makes you tremble when it occurs? Who provokes it? How does it manifest in your life? How do you know ou are having this feeling?
Answer these questions in detail, and you have an authentic feeling backed with reason. Find an example of this feeling from your own life and ask where you can place this feeling into your protagonist's journey.
Now of course, I have more notes, but I thought these questions make a nice exercise. If you read the questions one at a time, work on the answer for three minutes and then move to the next question, you will have wonderful material.
When I attended the workshop, I'd recently finished two manuscripts, so I made a set of tables for each, and worked on both novels at the same time. What made that fun was the fact that I had to work so fast I couldn't edit any thoughts that came into my head.
So my advice for today - lock and load. Lock down the questions. Load up the answers and don't look back. Your story may be gaining on you.
In Nanowrimo we trust....
Keep writing!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Baby Steps
By Martha Reed
Writing is a funny business. I can get an idea and let it
stew for years before somehow it magically connects to another interesting bit
and suddenly the two ideas link together and I have the suggestion for a story.
People ask me where I get my ideas, and since I’ve been working on a short
story lately I thought I would dissect the process a bit, to share the writing
life.
For this story, the title came first. I was walking the
beach in Florida when I saw a funny tree. It looked sort of like a mangrove
tree with a palm tree sticking up out of the top. Like this one:
I asked a friend what kind of tree it was and she said: That’s
a Strangler Fig. Well, you can’t give me a name like that and not expect me to
use it.
Next, since I write crime fiction, I had to imagine the
crime. I wanted to set the story in Florida, which is full of retired folks
living in gated communities feeling all protected, so I imagined the one thing
furthest from their minds, a home invasion.
I decided to contrast the generations by putting an elderly
couple in their home with the invasion coming via a teenager for contrast. I had
to make the teenager the bad guy, so I had him abandon his friends, leaving
them to take the heat while he split with the loot. The story was shaping up.
I started casting around for character color. This is where
I wanted to play with the readers mind a bit. I decided the elderly couple
would be retired ex-Navy, but decided that the medals on display, which
included a Purple Heart would belong to HER. Ah, twist #1.
I’m not going to give you any more, because then you won’t
need to read THE STRANGLER FIG, which I’m hoping to have it polished up and ready to
go by the end of the year.
Here’s today’s questions: What’s your process? How do you
start a new story? As I'm sure you've heard before, where do you get your ideas?
Monday, November 14, 2011
MORE WONDER OF TECHNOLOGY
by Gina Sestak
Good morning, all. You may notice I'm posting a little later than usual today.
I would like to blame it on technology. In fact, I titled this post with that in mind. You know about the wonder of technology, right? You always wonder why it never works.
It isn't that electronics have been working around here. I've lost internet and telephone service both repeatedly in the past month. [Comcast. Enough said?] I could have easily blamed today's late start on something breaking down.
But I decided to come clean. I've been racking my brains, trying to think of what to write about this time. Nothing much is happening in my personal life. The new roommate is settled in. Everything seems to be going fine on that front and, as I've said before, the cat likes her.
I'm not overly fond of the cat right now. She has developed a habit of yowling at me in the morning, when she's not trying to trip me on the stairs. I've mentioned before that, due to my Bollywood obsession and desire to minimize reliance on subtitles, I've been trying to learn Hindi. I get up at 5:00 a.m. and spend 30 minutes on a Pimsleur lesson every morning. Kala sits on the floor out of reach and meows, apparently trying to drown out the speakers on the CD. I don't know why. I feed her before the lesson starts, make sure she has everything she needs. This morning she bolted her food, then threw it up on the rug right in the middle of the lesson. Yecchh. I had to stop and clean it up. The lessons are still focusing on teaching me to say things like "I like tea" and "We want to buy some gasoline." No mention yet of cats or mundane crises.
I have today and tomorrow off work so I tried to get into One Shot as an extra. I'm on Nancy Mosser's mailing list, but when I got the email late last week and called in, the man who answered said they already had everyone they need. I'm supposedly on the back-up list, in case the people scheduled fail to show. Nobody has called. I feel rejected.
I'm happy to be working part-time though. Two days a week is great - I'm earning enough to live on (since both house and car are paid off) and I have free time to do the things I like: writing and taking classes.
Classes first. I'm auditing an undergrad film class at Pitt - Bollywood, of course - and have been taking a short class through Pitt's Osher Lifetime Learning Institute on August Wilson. That man really had a way with language.
Writing. Well. I'm trying to gear up to write a short screenplay for this year's Steeltown contest. Hobart Writers is talking about writing one as a group project again this year - see my post Screenwriting With Cake for more information about last year's effort. I'm still working on a detailed treatment of another film project with Alcyone Pictures, meeting once or twice a week and writing on the off-days. Then there's the manuscript I've been revising. Another writing exercise in futility, I fear.
And this post, which seems to be a stream of consciousness ramble.
What else. What else.
I lead a dull and boring life.
I haven't folk danced much for a few months due to pain in my left leg. Chiropractic treatment and a week of steroids have been helping some, but it still hurts.
I haven't gone anywhere. A few movies, both Indian. Ra.One, a wonderfully entertaining super hero/ special effects extravaganza, and Sthaniya Sambaad, an award-winning serious film. One of the Sthaniya Sambaad filmmakers, Moinak Biswak, spoke after the screening but the cousin I went with had to leave early, so I missed most of what he had to say.
Here's a short clip from Ra.One:
Back to writing. Does it count that I am writing this????
Good morning, all. You may notice I'm posting a little later than usual today.
I would like to blame it on technology. In fact, I titled this post with that in mind. You know about the wonder of technology, right? You always wonder why it never works.
It isn't that electronics have been working around here. I've lost internet and telephone service both repeatedly in the past month. [Comcast. Enough said?] I could have easily blamed today's late start on something breaking down.
But I decided to come clean. I've been racking my brains, trying to think of what to write about this time. Nothing much is happening in my personal life. The new roommate is settled in. Everything seems to be going fine on that front and, as I've said before, the cat likes her.
I'm not overly fond of the cat right now. She has developed a habit of yowling at me in the morning, when she's not trying to trip me on the stairs. I've mentioned before that, due to my Bollywood obsession and desire to minimize reliance on subtitles, I've been trying to learn Hindi. I get up at 5:00 a.m. and spend 30 minutes on a Pimsleur lesson every morning. Kala sits on the floor out of reach and meows, apparently trying to drown out the speakers on the CD. I don't know why. I feed her before the lesson starts, make sure she has everything she needs. This morning she bolted her food, then threw it up on the rug right in the middle of the lesson. Yecchh. I had to stop and clean it up. The lessons are still focusing on teaching me to say things like "I like tea" and "We want to buy some gasoline." No mention yet of cats or mundane crises.
I have today and tomorrow off work so I tried to get into One Shot as an extra. I'm on Nancy Mosser's mailing list, but when I got the email late last week and called in, the man who answered said they already had everyone they need. I'm supposedly on the back-up list, in case the people scheduled fail to show. Nobody has called. I feel rejected.
I'm happy to be working part-time though. Two days a week is great - I'm earning enough to live on (since both house and car are paid off) and I have free time to do the things I like: writing and taking classes.
Classes first. I'm auditing an undergrad film class at Pitt - Bollywood, of course - and have been taking a short class through Pitt's Osher Lifetime Learning Institute on August Wilson. That man really had a way with language.
Writing. Well. I'm trying to gear up to write a short screenplay for this year's Steeltown contest. Hobart Writers is talking about writing one as a group project again this year - see my post Screenwriting With Cake for more information about last year's effort. I'm still working on a detailed treatment of another film project with Alcyone Pictures, meeting once or twice a week and writing on the off-days. Then there's the manuscript I've been revising. Another writing exercise in futility, I fear.
And this post, which seems to be a stream of consciousness ramble.
What else. What else.
I lead a dull and boring life.
I haven't folk danced much for a few months due to pain in my left leg. Chiropractic treatment and a week of steroids have been helping some, but it still hurts.
I haven't gone anywhere. A few movies, both Indian. Ra.One, a wonderfully entertaining super hero/ special effects extravaganza, and Sthaniya Sambaad, an award-winning serious film. One of the Sthaniya Sambaad filmmakers, Moinak Biswak, spoke after the screening but the cousin I went with had to leave early, so I missed most of what he had to say.
Here's a short clip from Ra.One:
Back to writing. Does it count that I am writing this????
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Over Here
November 11 is
Veterans Day--known as Armistice Day or Remembrance Day in other
countries. November 11 has been celebrated since 1918 to commemorate the Armistice
that brought an end to the War to End All Wars.
If World War 1
had actually ended all wars, this year would be particularly significant. The
last American World War 1 veteran died on February 27 of this year. His name
was Frank Buckles. He was 105 years old. During World War 1, Frank Buckles
served as an ambulance driver near the front lines in Europe. In his final
years, he advocated for support of the National
World War 1 Memorial in
Washington, D.C. He was buried at
Arlington National Cemetery, although a few strings had to be pulled because
he’d never fought in combat. On the day of Buckles' burial, President Obama ordered
flags be flown at half-staff in Buckles’ honor.
If the War to
End All Wars had ended all wars, there would be no more living veterans in the
United States to honor this year. Veterans Day could be retired as a holiday.
The war veteran could go the way of the dodo bird. Extinct. Alive only in art,
stories, and oral history.
I would love to
be writing today about the extinction of war veterans. Sadly, I can’t. Instead, I will
write a little—just a little--about Dover Air Force Base.
I’ve never
actually been on Dover AFB. I’ve seen it from the highway on my way to the
beach downstate in Delaware. What I see of Dover AFB from the highway are tall
fences, huge airplanes, and nondescript buildings.
I’ve been on the
beach a few times when C-40s fly over on the way to Dover. Everyone stops
frolicking in the waves or digging in the sand to stare up at the giant planes, wondering if today they are
carrying equipment, or supplies, of the bodies of war dead.
Dover AFB is the
mortuary for soldiers killed abroad. Their remains are returned to U.S. soil at
Dover, and only at Dover. It is impossible to live in Delaware and not be
cognizant of this. The belief has always-always-been
that the remains of our fallen soldiers were treated with the utmost respect. This week, that
was proven to be wrong.
I won’t write
much about the scandal unrolling except to report this. No one is rioting in
Dover. No one is occupying the base. I’m not sure why. Do soldiers and their
families not protest that way?
There was a
moment in American history when a group of war veterans did just that.
Ironically, the soldiers were veterans of World War 1. They went to Washington
D.C. because, equally ironically, they could not find work in a terrible
economy, and they wanted Congress’ help. They weren’t beggars, not any more
than a veteran seeking government help would be called a beggar today.
To simplify a
complicated story, in 1924 Congress voted to award bonuses to World War 1
veterans. The bonuses, based on a soldier’s pay plus interest, could not be
redeemed until 1945. That was
Congress’ intent. But in 1932, in the black hole of the Great Depression,
veterans were hungry, hopeless, and desperate. You’ve seen photos of vets
selling apples on street corners. That year, veterans wanted their bonuses.
They’d earned them. They needed them. They couldn’t wait 13 more years.
A group of WWI
veterans marched to the nation’s capital to appeal for early redemption of the
promised bonus. 17,000 soldiers plus their families and supporters eventually
swelled to 45,000 people. The group was nicknamed the Bonus Army. In the summer
of 1932, they squatted in tents in a makeshift settlement—a Hooverville—in the
Anacostia Flats section of Washington.
A Bonus Bill was
introduced to award early payment of the bonuses. In June of 1932, the bill was
defeated by the Senate. The Bonus Army had
nowhere to go and no money to go there. They waited for President Hoover to act
in their behalf. After all, they were veterans, not beggars. They’d brought
their wives and children—their families. All they wanted was to receive what
was due them, what had been voted on and promised, to honor them for participating in the war that was supposed to have ended all wars.
The Hooverville
was a slum. Anacostia was a muddy, insect-infected swamp. There were masses of
humans with no steady food supply, no plumbing, nowhere to dump garbage. Tension
began to run high. The local police chief was sympathetic and encouraging, but
flare-ups and small altercations broke out.
Finally, President
Hoover acted. He instructed the U.S. Army to evict the Bonus Army out of the
city.
The force that
expelled the Bonus Army was led by General Douglas MacArthur. He was supported
by a tank division led by General George Patton. Major Dwight Eisenhower was
one of Patton’s aides. MacArthur, it has been recorded, believed that the
veterans’ camp had been infiltrated and supported by Communists. He ordered the
“eviction” be conducted with infantry wielding bayonets and cavalry on
horseback, both supported by six tanks.
The eviction
turned into a melee that turned into a riot. The veterans’ Hooverville was
torched. The Bonus Army was driven across the river and out of the city. Three
veterans were killed, 54 injured, over 130 arrested.
It was a
publicity nightmare for Hoover. A year later, after he was defeated by Franklin
Roosevelt, another contingent of Bonus veterans marched. FDR did not support
their demands, but he did authorize a proper campsite and delivery of meals. In
1936 a Bonus Bill was passed to award the bonuses early.
If this bit of
American history is news to you, don’t feel badly. There was no 24-hour news
cycle in 1932. If there was, can you imagine a sitting President ordering an armed assault on U.S. veterans?
The three military leaders became heroes in the next world
war. That one didn’t
end all wars, either. Nor did the Korean Conflict, or the wars in Vietnam, the Persian Gulf, Bosnia, Kosovo, Afghanistan, Iraq or Libya.
And in the skies over Dover, Delaware, C-40s continue to bring home
the war dead.
You can no more
win a war than you can win an earthquake. ~Jeanette Rankin
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
The Solitary Writer
Please welcome Guest Blogger Mary Sutton to Working Stiffs. Mary is one of this year's survivors of the recent Sisters in Crime Writers' Retreat. In other words, she's been initiated into the sisterhood.
The image is iconic. The writer sits in a darkened room,
hunched over, alone. Maybe an empty bottle of wine and an overflowing ashtray
sit nearby. The writer is solitary, an observer and scribe. She observes and
creates. She is the lone wolf. Others may pass through her territory, but
nobody stays for long.
At least, that’s how I always thought of writing. Oh, I had
friends who claimed writing aspirations. I have a family that supports my
efforts. But the work was down to me.
Others could be my cheering section, but they could not help me create the
words.
At least, that’s what I used to think. A couple weeks ago, I
had the good fortune to participate in a weekend writers’ retreat sponsored by
the Pittsburgh chapter of Sisters in Crime. I spent a weekend with five other
women, all writers, learning, discussing and improving our craft.
It was glorious. For the first time since, well, ever I
realized the tremendous value in finding a community of writers in which to
work and play. The critique session Friday night gave me a lot to think about.
My sibs had suggestions and I could see their points. But I was stumped as to
how to start implementing their suggestions and changing my manuscript.
Then the most wonderful thing happened. I mentioned my
troubles during a conversation. And the suggestions flowed forth. “You could do
this.” “Have your detective do that.” “The motive isn’t strong enough; you
could change things up to incorporate this.”
I’m told I spent two hours in oblivion working. I’ll take
their word for it. After those two hours, I asked, “Does this sound too hokey
and farfetched?” More feedback poured forth. It was glorious and energizing.
Community also provides personal validation. When I tell
most people I’m a writer, they look at me funny. That weekend, when I said, “Do
your characters ever talk to you and take your story in a completely different
direction?” the reaction was vigorous nodding and cries of “All the time!”
instead of looks of concerned distress. Finally, a group that understood:
having your characters “talk” to you is a natural part of writing and not a
reason to call the folks with the funny jackets.
So it may be true that writing is solitary in that I’m the only one who can put the words on the screen. But I
no longer think of myself as a “lone wolf.” I’m part of a pack. I may hunt
alone, but my pack will be there when I need them – with ideas, moral support,
or a shake to bring me back to reality.
That’s not solitary at all.
Mary grew up devouring Agatha Christie novels and dreaming of being a published author. Years later, the dream has come half-true. A technical writer by day, Mary recently completed her first novel and hopes to write many more. She lives in Verona with her husband and two children.
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