Thursday, April 30, 2009
Home. They were going back to The Echelon Academy for Gifted Students, but was that her home? She supposed so; it was the only home she’d ever known. But she’d never called it that. Home.
If that’s home, the whole concept is overrated.
Even when Jared set the plane down on runway three, Kate didn’t feel a sense of coming home. Instead, resignation filled her as she thought of going through the standard debriefing session.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
When my husband comes home from work the first thing he does is empty his pockets onto the counter. I used to have a bowl for him to empty it into. It overflowed with junk. So we got a basket. Within a week, he’d filled it to the brim. I refuse to clean them out, so they are now floating around in a junk drawer. And I have resigned myself to my husband’s routine.
What routines do your characters have? Do they double check the locks on their doors before going to bed? Do they water their plants in a certain order? Do they always brush their teeth after applying lipstick and have to reapply?
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
It reminded me of a post Damyanti did on Give a Girl a Pen a couple weeks ago about using passive voice. That was a huge eye opener for me and really strengthened my manuscript. (Of course, Damyanti always puts up thought-provoking posts) Check out the comments to see the ridiculous sentence I discovered.
I love when other writers share their secrets!
Okay, enough shout-outs and blog-surfing. Back to writing the novel.
I hate buying toothpaste. I get to the store and forget what brand and flavor I use. Should I get the daily fluoride, anti-cavity, whitening, ultra-fresh toothpaste? Or the tartar control, peroxide, plaque-fighting, dental baking soda toothpaste? Wait…there's a gel too?
Here's the floss. Do I need dental floss? I mean- I haven’t flossed in a while, but the dentist appointment is coming up so I should probably do it a couple times. Cinnamon floss? Wouldn't that burn my gums? And it’ll probably clash with the Paradise Fresh toothpaste.
See what I mean? I avoid buying toothpaste for as long as possible. I squeeze every last sticky drop out of the tube until my husband takes pity on me and buys it for me.
Now, where’s my toothbrush?
Monday, April 27, 2009
Go try it and share where your Wordles are posted so I can check them out.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Give a Girl a Pen's First on Fridays was about your first seed. I remembered seeing a book I'd written in third or fourth grade. I posted it in the comments there, but wanted to share the illustrations with you. I've gotta admit, my drawing skills have not improved since then.
Many authors write to music. They have playlists for their books they share with their readers. In theory, I think it’s great. I’ve always loved music and fully understand the powerful emotions a well performed song can evoke. I think it can only enhance the feelings a writer is trying to create.
But I just can’t do it. I can’t type and listen to music at the same time. Ever. I can type and talk at the same time (I can even type and yell). But I just can’t seem to listen to music and do anything else. Ironic, since I began college wanting to be a music therapist and I’m pretty sure I’d be listening to music and writing reports quite often.
It makes sense that creative writing and music would be so closely linked. They both require a great deal of imagination. For the most part, they are both considered right-brained activities.
The problem is I consider myself a left-brained person. I already told you that I majored (for one semester) in Music Therapy. I also majored in Mathematics for two semesters. Neither stuck and I ended up graduating with a degree in Speech and Hearing Sciences. So, what’s a left-brained person doing in a right-brained world?
Well, I can still use my left-brainedness (I know that’s not really a word) and research, think through storylines logically, and focus on grammar. I let my right-brain flow once my left is no longer running the show. And music helps prime the brain for creativity.
Just don’t expect me to type while I’m listening.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
“Let’s finish this and meet up for a romantic candle-lit dinner.” Giovanni kept pushing the point.
“Well, when you put it that way…I’d rather kiss a hippo.”
“Anyone I know?”
Kate worked to control her smile, couldn’t help but roll her eyes, and almost missed the subject dart down an alley.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
See my post here. And feel free to tell us what's currently in your (or your character's) purse.
And yet, I felt the need to start a writer's blog.
Yes, I have some relatives who enjoy padded rooms.
Regardless of my level of sanity, I will attempt to blog regularly about...well, whatever I feel like really. But mostly about character development, excerpts from my young adult paranormal romance novel (say that three times fast), and my progress through the writing process.
Please feel free to comment. Even if it is just to tell me I'm crazy.