Writing, Reading, and Smiling . . . It's Contagious.


Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Seanachaí's News


ON THE LAST SUNDAY of each month, I compile "Seanachaí's News," a status report that assesses my work during the current month and also formulates my plans for the upcoming months. It will also give you a peek at my works in progress.


My Work During the Current Month

  1. Have you lost your motivation? Get it back with "The Golden Flower of Inspiration."
  2. "Striving for Greatness" is all about the beauty of individuality.
  3. When you read your work, do you feel like you're looking into a mirror? Step back from it and think about "The Real You."
  4. "Unplug the Robots!" Just read it.
 


My Plans for the Upcoming Months

  1. The Bad News: I had a complete system meltdown this week. Yeah, really. I'm using a friend's computer to write this blog post because Hal—my computer—is dead and I have no idea how to revive him. I'm also mourning the loss of irreplaceable files. Always, always, always remember to take a few extra minutes out of your day to back up those files!
  2. The Good News:  I did not lose my book or my outline because I saved both to my flash drive about two hours before the crash. However, without a computer, my time to work is limited, so my online presence will be brief. A friend is going to give me the number of another friend who is a whiz with computers, so hopefully by this time next week I'll be up and running again. If you don't hear from me next week, know that I'm working on the problem and I'll be back as soon as possible.



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As always, I love to hear from you.
If you’re in the cyber-neighborhood, drop me a line.

In the meantime, keep writing, reading, and smiling.
It’s contagious.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Unplug the Robots


I'M DROWNING in my latest WIP, so I'm going to make this brief. 

To all of you who have children, children who are unable to breathe or walk without the aid of headphones or earbuds or whatever they are and unable to speak or write without sliding their thumbs over a keyboard or keypad or whatever they are…

Please, please, PLEASE, unplug these robots from their hardware for a few hours a day and give them something new to play with like a book—sheets of typed paper that are bound and have designs on the first and last pages—or a number-two pencil and a tablet—a long yellow wooden stick with a pink end and sheets of blue-lined paper bound with a silver coil. 

Remember, in thirty years these children will be writing YOUR social security checks (unless these children decide to throw out the word "humanity") and they will be managing YOUR funds and YOUR life…that is, if they haven't forgotten how to think or write.

Oh, and after you've unplugged your children and you hear them making noises other than beeps (that's a good thing!), don't forget to unplug yourself.


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As always, I love to hear from you.
If you’re in the cyber-neighborhood, drop me a line.

In the meantime, keep writing, reading, and smiling.
It’s contagious.
 

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Thinking, Planning, and Daydreaming



How are you?

How am I? Well, if you follow me on Twitter or converse with me on Facebook, you know that I've been doing some pretty strange things lately (strange even for me).

Last Sunday and Monday I spent most of my time changing scenery. I moved from sitting at the desk to sitting under the desk. When that failed to impress me, I moved to the abstract rug in front of the bookshelf that holds the printer. After staring at all of those books shelved in a manner only a lunatic would understand, I abandoned my aching back and sat on my thinking couch for a while. 

Tuesday and Wednesday followed the same pattern except that I sat on the couch upside down, hoping the blood would rush to my brain and spark . . . something.

On Thursday I dragged one of those old leather arcade chairs in front of the sliding glass doors. I spent the entire afternoon  and evening staring at clouds and watching the chipmunk and rabbit frolic a little too closely to my garden.

Friday was spent in town observing people while I chauffeured my mother to her weekly must-be places. That evening I came home and listened to inspiring music while I began to make a list of things that interest me. The list was cut short when a storm halted all thought except unplugging all major appliances in the house and slamming all the windows closed.

On Saturday I read articles on existentialism, transcendentalism, and a bunch of other -isms that I've now forgotten. I talked with friends, family, and other writers about writing, life, and happiness.

He didn't move for 20 minutes. I didn't move for days.
So, why all the moving about, staring, daydreaming, reading, and chatting? I'm tackling the enormous task of searching for a new story idea. While I've probably looked like this little guy on the right (unmoving with a blank stare), I've been doing some serious thinking about plot, characterization, theme, and a bunch of other garbage. 

I also pulled out some articles written on the subject of finding a new idea to write about. Some were helpful; others were the ravings of snobs. I recall that one writer commented that if you cannot find a topic to write about, then you're barking up the wrong tree and should give up writing because you're not a writer and will never succeed. Wow, what a statement. I believe this individual failed to realize that preliminary writing involves thinking, planning, and daydreaming. I'm certainly not going to start something I can't finish and I'm not going to write myself into a corner without having first tested my ideas with some initial role-playing.

What are my plans for today? This writer is going to daydream a bit more and this afternoon I'm writing down the three solid story ideas that I've concocted this week after all of this vital wandering. Maybe I'll even come up with a few more.

Writers, I'm leaving you with this final thought: Without living, how can you know? Without knowing, how can you speak?


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I want to send out a big "thank you" to all my friends who have listened to me whine and complain this week. Some of you have even thrown some great ideas and words of wisdom my way. I cannot thank you enough for that.


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ANNOUNCEMENT

If you haven't visited the new Facebook group, History Writers, be sure to check it out. A friend of mine has created a new discussion group for readers, writers, and lovers of history and historical fiction. We're having a blast, and I hope you'll join us.

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As always, I love to hear from you.
If you’re in the cyber-neighborhood, drop me a line.

In the meantime, keep writing, reading, and smiling.
It’s contagious.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Walking Barefoot with Crows


As I awaited my turn in the dentist's chair on Thursday, my eyes wandered to the streaked window above the magazine rack. On the grassy hill overlooking the parking lot was a large flock of crows searching for worms. When the birds spotted their prey, their glossy black heads jackknifed and their sharp beaks stabbed the moist earth.


I often think of myself as wandering over a large field. Whether I'm writing fiction or nonfiction, I hunt for truth along the way. I'm also searching for something new to sprinkle upon the tasty morsel I stumble upon. Whether it be a way to alter style, format, or voice, I consider the newfound understanding to be an hors d'oeuvre that supplements the meal I present to my readers.


Sometimes these hors d'oeuvres alter "the truth" of a piece. When I affix the tag "nonfiction" to a post I often add "creative writing" and "short story" as companions because all writing is a discovery and an adventure. Whether or not I have a fact-based beginning is insignificant. It may give me a point of reference, but it also sparks my creativity and where I'll end up is unknown to me until the last word has been crafted.

Does the writer have a responsibility to readers? Absolutely. My job is to take your hand and guide you through an old idea in a new way. I don't want to lose you or confuse you along the way and I don't want you to feel as if I'm the last word. I want to stir your beliefs, your memories, and your notions of reality and illusion.

Reality and illusion. Different, yet the same. Two people can observe the same situation or scene (the reality) and retell it in two or more different ways (the illusion of the reality).

I wrote a haiku earlier this week that was based upon a dream I had. I dreamed that I got out of bed in the middle of the night, looked through the window, and saw a crater-like hole in the moon. This dream, though fantasy, actually happened. Therefore it is reality. The next morning I was haunted by the phrase "a hole in the moon." After struggling with words, rhyming scheme, voice, and other techniques, I came up with the following:

crooning in the night
closes his eyes and hammers
a hole in the moon

Why "crooning"? Because it gives "moon" some balance. It can also stand for "dream." Why "his"? It sounds better with "hammers" than "her" because of the final S. Anyhow, what I ended up with was a perception of the reality. Although this piece stands for a dream that I had, it can mean many other things depending on who is reading it and the life experiences brought to the reading. A friend of mine asked me if he was hammering a hole in the moon or hammering a hole in his head. My answer: whichever you prefer. My thought: I'm glad I inspired another interpretation. I have encouraged this reader to pierce that hilltop field and pull out a unique morsel or "worm."

So, with all of that said and after the questioning I arouse in readers with each weekly blog post, I can truthfully answer the following:

Who is the real J.E.?

The answer is easy:
Look closely. I'm the one walking barefoot with crows. 


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As always, I love to hear from you.
If you're in the cyber-neighborhood, drop me a line.


In the meantime, keep writing, reading, and smiling.
It's contagious.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

A Review of Jillian's Gold by Levi Montgomery



Is gold where you find it?


Jillian's Gold by Levi Montgomery
Jillian Decker discovered it by “watching the sun melt into the ocean . . . how, in those last few moments, it melts into liquid gold on the waves, and skitters away, circling around behind you for tomorrow’s sunrise” (Montgomery 14).

I recently discovered gold in one of Levi Montgomery’s latest novels entitled Jillian’s Gold. 

Jillian’s Gold is the story of Jillian Decker and Royal Greene, two teenagers on the brink of adulthood struggling to find themselves and each other in this powerful novel of hope, understanding, and self-discovery.

Throughout this journey the reader is emotionally involved in these complex characters’ lives. We witness the subtraction of Jillian’s mother from society’s ranks and experience the anguish Jillian suffers until she meets another wandering soul. This soul, stumbling, sometimes fighting, through life is a young man named Royal. Although troubled himself, he may be the gold Jillian seeks after the evening sun fades in the sanctuary of her beloved sun-room. One problem lies within this theory, however, disrupting Jillian’s newfound happiness. Lurking within her is the suspicion that her savior might be a sociopath and a killer.

Levi Montgomery continues to shock us in this startling, yet honest portrayal of life. Although at times I felt that the onslaught of traumatic events deterred my focus, the author cushioned the assault with the simplicity and beauty of the characters’ words. This work combines narration, notes, journal entries, and thoughts into a working harmony like the collage of glass structuring Jillian’s golden haven. I was dubious of this writing style before beginning the story, but as the first scenes unfolded I was captivated, anticipating the characters’ comments and thoughts (presented in fonts matching their personalities), as much as I did the wave of events to follow. 

Although Jillian’s Gold is centered around the lives of young adults, do not misunderstand its audience or intent. Levi Montgomery chronicles the rite of passage each of us, young or old, must bear. This is a work that focuses upon the essence of the human condition and analyzes the path to self-actualization. 

Readers will see this modern work as both poignant and riveting, a welcome interruption of the mainstream products flooding their homes and lives. Writers will appreciate it as a bold, successful effort that challenges their notions of writing, theme, and presentation.

As both a writer and reader, I was compelled to ask Levi Montgomery about this interesting work. I contacted him and he took the time to answer my questions. 

1. Jillian’s Gold is a novel centered upon the lives and experiences involving two teenagers. In fact, many of your stories are a snapshot of “coming of age.” Why choose this particular stage in life? 

Levi Mongtomery
John Ciardi once said “A poem’s only meaning is its own performance of itself.” As much as I agree with that, I’d like to paraphrase it: Fiction’s only meaning is its performance of truth. Fiction is about truth, or it’s about nothing. Fiction is about the truth of who we are, and who we think we are, and who others think we are. It’s about the truth that all of those are wrong. And who we are only comes out in times of stress. Stress strips away the paint and the draperies and the wallpaper, and lays us bare before the world, and the one great stress we all go through is that period of realizing that play-time is over, and this thing we’re living is our life. 

2. One of the most interesting aspects of this book is the switching of point of view and its achievement through the epistolary format. What was the inspiration for this choice? 

It was a part of the assignment I set myself, but the reasons why are getting foggy. I don’t much like first-person, as it’s rather limiting, and I am fascinated by the possibilities inherent in switching viewpoints, so it seemed like a good idea. I think the most pivotal book I’ve seen, in terms of impact on my idea of viewpoint, was The Pigman, which I read about a zillion years ago. 

3. Was it difficult for you to “speak” to your readers in the voice of a teenage girl? Did you find this harder or easier than speaking through the sociopath who haunts this novel and its characters? 

Of the five novels and nine novellas I’ve written, four of each deal extensively with teenage girls, and I’ve gotten used to being told that I handle that rather well. I don’t know if that’s true, but I hear it mostly from women and teenage girls, so that must mean something. The sociopath, though, now that was hard. That’s a very icky feeling, although he’s not my only socio/psychopath. 

4. Readers often have different opinions about the main theme of a novel. As a writer, what is the one theme or aspect that you want ALL readers to discover through this work? In other words, what does this novel mean to you? 

Theme. Mm, yeah. Read this: http://www.levimontgomery.com/index.php/about-2/ It’s the fifth question down in the Q&A section. I’m not being snotty, I just don’t know anything about theme, in anybody’s work, much less my own. 

5. Can you tell us something about Jillian’s Gold that we don’t know? 

The first narrative chapter was originally a stand-alone short story, until I realized that I was going to need that character to come into this novel and accomplish some things for me. 

6. Do you have any other new projects that we should be focusing upon? What are your future writing plans?

In the time since I finished JG, I’ve written two short novels, Light Always Changes, which can be read at www.lightalwayschangesnovel.wordpress.com or ordered in print from my website, and A Place to Die, not currently available. If someone wants it, they can email me.

Future writing plans? Yeah: Read. Write. Repeat.


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Thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions. We’ll all be looking forward to your next work.

Readers, I’m leaving you with one last thought:

Jillian’s Gold is a rare find and a rare experience.

Gold is where you find it.

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As always, I love to hear from you. If you’re in the cyber-neighborhood, drop me a line.

In the meantime, keep writing, reading, and smiling.
It’s contagious.


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Images courtesy of Levi Montgomery