Jul

31

I sit by my open back door, in the late afternoon with a slow steady rain making a hissing sound as it falls through the trees. I have just closed the cover of the first young adult novel I’ve read in many, many years. I sigh. I think “wow”. I didn’t have to be thirteen to identify, cry, and feel such pain right along with Salamanca Hiddle in “Walk Two Moons”. Sharon Creech weaves and crafts two stories that are really one in the most sensitive manner possible. For example:

“So you didn’t leave Gramps because of the cussing?”

“Salamanca, I don’t even remember why I did that. Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.”

This, by far, has been one of the most heart piercing mother/daughter, husband/wife stories I have ever read. Figuring out loss, fear, and letting go have never been portrayed within a story such as it is in this book, totally appropriate for the young adult audience, while at the same time so perfectly poignant for the adult reader.

Next week I’m taking a children’s writing course at the Cape Cod Writers Center writing conference and the assignment was to read “Walk Two Moons” by Sharon Creech. I bought it on Amazon for $1.99 and started it yesterday. I’m glad it rained all afternoon so I didn’t have to put it down. As a new writer, I can definitely learn from this author. I also know that I can definitely learn from Karen Day, our course instructor. For her to pick this book as an example she is going to refer to throughout the week tells me this class is going to be worth every penny.

Calling all adults – I highly recommend this book. If you are the parent of a middle grader it gives tremendous insight into the thirteen year old mind. It’s a story that transcends time, disregarding the age of technology that our children are now growing up in, and pointing out the thoughts and feelings that are common to human nature when someone we love leaves us or is taken away from us. For the adult that has lost a friend, parent or a spouse, the feelings are sensitively sorted out and placed in a framework of understanding. Many times I just had to put the book down and wiping away my tears, look up at the ceiling with such new clarity.

And so, as another day goes by, “don’t judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins” rings just as true today as it did when Creech wrote it in 1994, and …I have written.

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Jul

29

July 27, 2012

I love contests! If someone puts a carrot in front of me, I want to win! I’m just competitive that way. I don’t beat myself if I don’t win, but I see contests as a way of improving myself.

So I have a challenge for you. Here’s a haiku contest for you to join. Any good wordsmith could enter and do admirably.

Here are the rules:
One haiku per half of an 8 1/2 by 11 paper with name, address, phone and email on the back. $3 for one and $10 for four haiku; checks made out to “Cape Cod Branch, NLAPW” and mailed by August 31 to PO Box 936, West Falmouth, MA 02574. Prizes are $25, $15, and $10 with books. For a list of winning haiku, send an SASE.

Here’s what a haiku is:
NO titles, three lines, makes reference or states a season, doesn’t have to be 17 syllables as originally required (3 in the first and third lines and 7 in the middle line) but make it concise. The third line is called the “Ah-ha” where an enlightenment or a twist occurs to make the reader carry the thought into his/her own experience. Cut out extra words like “the, an, and”.

Okay – one more challenge: make it related to children. Here’s one from my book Seasons Rising: A Collection of Haiku.

Bustling market place
in a green cart – beef, beer and milk
flowers and a child.

Or After the thunder
a cloud bridge
curves to the rainbow

or braced against the current
the child casts again
seeking the rainbow

Judging on the contest will be completed by mid-September. Results will be listed on the web site of the Pen Women: www.NLAPW.org. Winners will be notified by mail.

Pick up a challenge and enter a contest. There are lots out there, listed in writers magazines and newspapers. Good luck!

Creatively,
Christina

Jul

26

Greetings;
Sorry for no recent blogs. I’m just home from Ireland. While there, friends invited me to play golf in Dublin. Getting older isn’t for sissies, but when health is maintained, life is an adventure. I won two bottles of wine in the tournament. (The wine was made in Chile! What a hoot.)
When an editor rejects what a writer has written, there can be and usually is more than one reason for doing so. Some manuscripts come through with so many misspellings and grammar errors that an editor must wonder if the author has even heard of writing guide books like Strunk & White’s THE ELEMENTS OF STYLE.
I recently received a note from a well-educated woman, who had written her first book. She was so excited about finishing the manuscript and was making preparations to send it to a publisher. Seasoned writers will recall that exhilaration when we were SURE our work was done. (God bless the uninformed.) One also remembers the crushing of spirit when the manuscript was returned after months of waiting that had included the time when we sure-to-be-authors were dreaming about our first book signing. (I had excitedly told everyone who asked—and some who hadn’t– my book was with a publisher, as if the simple statement insured publication. Wrong.)
Thank goodness Sally asked if I’d “…take a quick look at it.” As is often noted in how-to books, within the first five pages, it was evident there was much work needed BEFORE it went to a publisher. Her spelling and grammar was great, but it was a memoir and there soon appeared an obstacle so many writers fall into—the over-use of the word, “I.”
It was also apparent the writer had written at separate times for there were redundancies of events and in explaining her feelings. (A huge reason for setting a specific writing time each day to keep the writing fresh in one’s mind.) Because the manuscript had been written at different periods, it read choppy, as if I were reading singular essays all strung together. They were good essays, but not the writer’s purpose. Now the tough part. How does one explain to a new (fragile) writer, what needs to be done to make it better without breaking a spirit?
Years ago, I wrote a young child’s story. I’d grown up on a farm and often wrote about animals, so with great expectations, my precious manuscript (Yikes, the original!) was sent out. Months later, I received a rejection from the editor noting, “I expected more. It began well, but trailed off. In truth, I must admit, I don’t like stories about talking animals.” Crushed in spirit, I almost threw story and rejection away, fuming that if rejections were part of writing, forget it. Instead, I tossed the story into a drawer for a week. When returning to it, it was apparent there hadn’t been enough research. It had gone to the wrong editor. I bought my first edition of BOOK MARKETS FOR CHILDREN’S WRITERS, signed on for writing classes, and joined a writing group. Toughening one’s spirit and accepting rejections took time, but with friendly critiquing from kind writing peers, and keeping up with what editors wanted proved fruitful. Stories took on a professional appearance with concise wording, and thanks to how-to books, articles, and classes, dialogue brought life, plot evolved into a beginning, a middle, and an end, and the word-count and age-appropriate language became important considerations. Such facts needed to be conveyed to my aspiring writer.
When we met again, Sally’s first question was,” Do you think it’s publishable?” I answered, “It’s possible, but there’s much work needed.” It wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but she took it well. It’s difficult for a person, well qualified in one field, to accept that in a new field, elementary classes must be taken. Had she considered joining a writers’ group? No. Had she taken any writing classes? No. She hadn’t known of such groups. I suggested she call her librarian and visit a book store to locate a writing group centering on her specific writing forte. While detailing what was needed, I praised her spelling and grammar use. When shown repeated redundancies, she was amazed noting, “I never caught that.” When we were through, she understood what was needed. Her first reaction was normal with a new writer. “Should I throw it away and start over?” I assured her she needed it as a work sheet because of the good material in it.
The next time I saw her, she grinned saying, “I was so sure my work was done. Thankfully, I sent it to you instead of a publisher. I’ve joined an area writing group. What fun to be able to discuss my thoughts with like-minded people. I’m also looking into a fall class for writers at the college. My writing group friends agree, if we value our manuscript, it should be critiqued by someone, who’s capable. One woman sent hers to a book doctor. I’d never heard of them, but now I know better.”
Until next time, take what knowledge you possess and share it with someone, who wants to know what you know. Then watch and feel the warm satisfaction of helping a person become what they want to be. Be well. Linda

Jul

17

What drives a story more than character? I’m on my fourth rewrite of The Ghost of Ridge Hill and find that more and more my characters need to be defined by individual characteristics.
In the first draft, Anthony was the POV character, because I heard that boy stories were needed. (which shows that you should never write to the publisher gossip). However, in a manuscript critique I entered through the Florida Pen Women, three out of four critics said it was Mattie’s story, which brought the first rewrite.
Then at the Cape Cod Writers Center Conference in August of 2010, a critique came that the ghost should appear more. Thus the second rewrite! Now I’m working with a literary editor. (I thought I needed another point of view at the text because I was SO familiar with it, I couldn’t remember what was repeated.) Patty is a marvelous help on that.
However, Patty thought the story would be more unique if it came from the ghost’s POV rather than Mattie’s. SO the third rewrite is now coming through. Will I EVER get this book completed?? Yes! My goal is mid-August!!
Which brings me to the subject of character!
With each rewrite, the characters have become more clear and have taken on a life of their own.
Their appearance, clothing, gestures and expressions are more vivid. I describe their body shape, their movements, objects that are important to them. And of course the setting and placement in the story have an effect of them also.
For instance, Anthony is the prime mover of one chapter when he and Mattie are in the woods where he grew up. But Mattie takes on the “boss” role when they are in her house. And, of course, Ruby, the ghost, is always hovering by an elbow or a window putting in her three cents.
A minor character, Mrs. Sturgis, whose daughter is the librarian, comes in for two chapters. She’s integral to a twist in the plot, but seemed flat. Patty suggested giving her a character flaw. I am giving her an odd quirk, which adds a bit of humor to her scenes and creates a more interesting person to read about. As I contemplate and write her quirk, she is becoming a more interesting character.
Also considering character, in a book they need a wide range of emotional reactions. Mattie shows excitement at the discovery of the ghost in her new house, yet feels fear at the attempt to exorcize her. Anthony is quiet at the beginning of the book but becomes an integral part in the exorcism in the middle. Ruby, the ghost, grows in strength as she is able to appear, speak through Anthony, and finally toss leaves over the two friends.
Characters need a wide range of complexities, both in physical, emotional and spiritual levels. As these become more prominent, their inner life and thoughts become more important to the movement of the story.
I find character charts help me a lot in remembering my subjects, especially with minor characters who appear only occasionally, like Mattie’s and Anthony’s parents. I find myself referring to them off and on. Was Sheila’s hair blonde or brown? Did Nan have curly or straight hair? Were Anthony’s glasses steel gray or horn rimmed?
Have fun with your characters. They eventually become your friends.

Creatively,
Christina

Jul

13

I would wager that most people’s bucket list is just a bit longer than mine. By the time I decided I should think of the things I wanted to do before I…., well you know, I had only two things I wanted to do-learn to play the piano (settled for a keyboard) and skydive. Everyone pretty much said learning the keyboard should come before skydiving because…, well you know.  So, I learned to read music (incredibly slowly) and bang out recognizable songs.  That left only skydiving. And the why and the how is  full of plot twists, cliff hangers and an unlikely set of circumstances.

About 25 years ago, my friend, Ted Moreland wanted to take me skydiving. He was a Navy Seal and loved what he did and wanted to share an aspect of it with me. I was definitely game. There was a group of guys going and I was given my own flight suit of sorts. I was cool! But, it was too windy and the pilot wouldn’t go up. What a bummer. But we both felt certain we’d have another chance sometime. Well, as you can imagine Life got in the way. I got married and started having children right away and he was sent to places like South America and Bosnia. And, only a few short years later, he was gone, killed in a training accident. Ironically, he died because he didn’t jump from the plane. When the plane landed, it wasn’t pressurized properly and when a door was opened he was catpulted to the pavement and hit his head.  From that moment,  I was determined that I would skydive one day and take his picture up with me so we could fly together.

Fast forward some 20+ years. I was invited by We Can, a non-profit organization that helps women in transition on the Cape, to participate in their yearly fund-raising event-Words, Wit and Wisdom. I had recently graduated from their Pathmakers Program, during which I had become published. During my presentation, I mentioned that I had skydiving on my “do before I die list”, but I would wait until my youngest was 18 (or close enough). An amazing, wonderful  person,  Mary C.,  came up to me later and said..”I want to give you a certificate so you can skydive.” Stunned doesn’t even come close. We corresponded a few times and then a long time went by. Then this June I get an email saying she hadn’t forgotten and was I ready.

And, I was! As soon as I got the certificate (she even included a video!) , I called and made an appointment for my birthday.

 

Yesterday, I woke to a beautiful day. Perfect for skydiving! I carefully picked out my skydiving outfit, blue because Ted liked me in that, printed off a picture of him and off to SkyDiving Cape Cod in Chatham. Gustavo, my instructor and dive partner, was super cool and made sure to include Ted in the day, saying things like “the three of us are going to have a great time” and “the three of us are going to jump.” He also made sure to take pictures of me holding Ted’s picture during this amazing little adventure. I will say I had one instant of “what the hell am I doing??!” as I put my foot out of the plane, but then I was flying with my Ted next to my heart and I knew it would be fine.  The only thing that I think could have been better was the landing, but my bum comes fairly padded and it was a soft enough landing for me! 

 

 

 

In all, this was a sentimental journey, and Ted walked it with me, as he always did and always will.

A sentimental journey

Can be done by thought or step,

Down a path of Hope and Dreams,

Or one laden with regret.

There are the roads untaken,

The ones that might have been,

Had we but spoken one kind word

Or let one in anger go unsaid;

Ones where you lose your way

Along a path shadowed with “what if”

And countless lost chances

At a word, a touch, a kiss.

And then there are those journeys

That bring peace to a grieving soul

And to a heart too far away

When someone traveled on alone;

And the ones where love still echoes,

And trust was not betrayed,

When your friend walked beside you

And purpose never strayed.

Who we are and who we’ll be

Is built into these paths

And sometimes to move forward

We have to journey back.

M. Lancaster

 

 

Jul

8

As the sun sets on Cape Cod, another 4th of July vacation comes to a close. All but one daughter has left, we had one last great beach time today, one last barbecue, and now, while hubby returns the other daughter to Boston, the remaining one and I will end the holiday with a movie and ice-cream.

There is something I’ve learned about my “writing self” this week. With days full of people and activity, much like they were when I was working, my mind was kept busy and occupied and had very little time for wandering thoughts and meditation. My mind has been on vacation, too. This morning I was going to run a quick errand. My husband offered to drive me, but I declined. I just felt the need for a little drive by myself. I turned on the radio and Ryan Seacrest’s Top 40 was bantering away on the local station. I always keep an inspirational CD in the player for times when the radio music isn’t cutting it. I was listening to a pop song, with my finger on the CD button. Finally I pushed it. It was the right choice. The meditative music quickly took me to a place I craved. I began to realize just how much time I spend alone and how much it means when it comes to writing. Being on the go with family and friends for almost a week, thoughts were bottled up and writing moments were precious and few.

Years ago my husband became my biggest cheerleader for my writing. He used to tell me I’m going to write children’s books when I retire and that I need to come live here, in an artist’s community, to do that. I would laugh and never take him seriously. If I wanted to write, I could write just as well in rural upstate NY as I could here. It wasn’t until I pushed that button that I finally got it. Everything I learned in Julia Cameron’s, The Artist Way, made sense on that little jaunt to the store. Muddling through my weeks alone creates the time for thoughts to cross my mind, linger, fly away, or become a piece of writing.

I was pleased to find that I did have a rhythm to my days and a regular writing time had begun to find it’s place in it. It took six days of not having that time to to notice that I write naturally everyday and sorely miss it and become a little unbalanced if it’s gone too long. I also learned that by confidently saying, out loud, “I’m a writer” when people ask what I do, really does make it come to fruition.

“Becoming” a writer happened naturally, over time, without me forcing it or worrying about it. I always felt it would happen in its own good time. Now I’m adopting the same philosophy about publishing. It, too, will happen in the space and time it’s supposed to while I learn the ropes of the publishing world.

And so, as another day goes by, in writing, as in life, slow and steady wins the race, stating clearly who you are inspires the confidence needed to do the job, and…I have written.

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Jul

8

Joan Walsh and I represented the Cape Cod Childrens Writers Group at the Falmouth Arts Alive Festival. What a day! Eight Cousins was on hand to help with “Cape Cod Memory Makers Explore the Town of Falmouth”. It was a beautiful day. Joan and I were treated to a play by Treasure Time Storybook Theater. Lee Drescher and her wonderful kids interpret picture books into play form; it was delightful.

While the play was going on and throughout our time there, Joan’s book was the big draw at our table, with parents looking at the art work by Anne Sessions Barber (see some of her other work at the Falmouth Artists Guild) and talking with Joan.

After the play, Joan presented her book and introduced “Tyler and the Spider”. The kids gathered up front while I read the story, ending with a sounding rendition of “Itsy Bitsy Spider”. I followed that with “Grandma, Tell me If You Can”. The kids then had a choice to make a construction paper spider or paint a seashell. Some parents even jumped in to create their own masterpieces.

Kids and parents alike continued to swing by even after our time was done, checking out our books and being creative! It was a fun day for all, putting a smile on everyone’s face. Even a spider’s!

 

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Jul

7

You know you are a writer who has influenced readers when the unexpected happens.

Anne Barber and I were recently trying to sell our book, Cape Cod Memory Makers Explores the Town of Falmouth, at a book signing at Eight Cousins Children’s Books in Falmouth, MA, when a middle aged, muscular man came to our table and politely peeked through our book. Anne and I noticed he was sporting a tattoo of Maurice Sendak’s character Max from Where the Wild Things Are, on his arm. Immediately, we knew this man had been touched in some way by this Caldecott-winning book.

Several days later, Maurice Sendak died and a letter from one of Sendak’s readers was mentioned in his obituary. It read:

“Dear Mr. Sendak, How much does it cost to get to where the wild things are? If it is not too expensive, my sister and I would like to spend the summer there.”

Bravo Maurice Sendak!

Joan

Jul

6

July 6, 2012

Recently I was reminded of Pulitzer Prize winner Ernest Hemmingway’s 6-word story and wondered what six words would describe me or my book characters. He wrote: “For sale: baby shoes, never used” which brings a complete and poignant picture to mind.
Can you describe yourself in six words? I’ve been doing some biblical research lately, so I began to look at Bible characters in terms of descriptions. The first to come to mind was David, “a man after My own heart” (1 Sam. 13:14, Acts 13:22). Then the self description: “Paul, an apostle of Jesus Christ” (Eph. 1:1) or his description of his disciple: “Timothy, my true son in the faith” (1 Tim. 1:2). The description of Jesus, “became flesh and dwelt among us” (Jn. 1:14), is profound.
Then there are the phrases that tell us ABOUT a person: Joshua “son of Nun, of the tribe of Benjamin” (Num. 13:8-9) tells about his background, or King Saul “stood head and shoulders above everyone” (1 Sam. 9: 2c) gives us a physical description.
What six words would you use to describe you? How can this exercise in precise descriptions of people of faith inspire you to think about what six-word description would best describe your characters? Would I describe myself saying: “a poet, author and active volunteer” or would I say: “woman on fire for the Lord”?
This could also be helpful in describing the characters in our books. Mattie, my ten-year-old heroine in “The Ghost of Ridge Hill”, could be described as “curious, Wicca-loving, ten-year-old” or of her cohort, Anthony, “sensitive, bike-riding Red Sox fan”. The ghost, Ruby, is “potential murder victim haunts small town brownstone”. And so on.
How can you use this exercise to be more concise with your character descriptions?
Have fun – try it!
Creatively,
Christina

Jul

3

Greetings;
Vacations often evoke thoughts of fun memories and relaxation, but for a writer they can also trigger new story lines. Alaska and I personally connected for the first time last week, and that amazing state with its blue glaciers and friendly people provided new story material. In Ketchikan, an island of dense woodland, our tourist train weaved high up into immense mountains, where furry mountain goats skillfully scampered from one rock ledge to another. At a camp ground area, companions excitingly pointed out a young bear’s presence high in a tree. While they snapped pictures, I wondered, why was a young bear left alone, away from its mother’s protection? My next thought was where is the mother? If close by, she could be dangerous. That young bear’s story took up residence in my gray matter demanding to be considered. (Writers understand that nagging feeling. While other vacationers relax with friends, drinks, and food, writers write in self-imposed exile before those story thoughts vanish.)
A good story needs conflict, so what might be the young bear’s dilemma? Should the point-of-view be the bear’s thoughts or a prescient narrator, who sees the whole picture, rather than what is imagined or feared by the young bear within the plot? I began researching for answers by asking the natives, who had lived among the bears all of their lives. (Young children trust a writer to write what is true, and I consider it a sacred trust between me and my young reader.) One burly man with a white beard, shoulder-length gray hair, and a bulbous nose, was happy to share his experiences, while we shared a drink or two in the Red Dog Saloon. (A writer must do what is necessary to gleam good information. A library would probably serve the same purpose, but a sing-along bar is much more fun.) Another plot began to form for an adult story about our new friend, but the children’s story had already begun and took precedence.
His answers about the young bear gave new meaning to Nature’s way of having a mother “…cut the apron strings.” When cubs are born, mother bears teach them what different bear sounds mean. For one bear cub, a certain squeal from the mother meant,”…climb a tree as quickly as possible and stay there until I signal it’s safe to come down.” The sad reality is that when Mom decides it’s time for her young bear to begin life on its own, “…usually when it’s about eighteen months old,” says the native, she sends it up a tree with her danger squeal. Once the young bear settles high in the tree, the mother shuffles away into the deep woods and never returns. The young bear is left alone to survive on its own. It cries for its mother, sometimes for days. Feel that story beginning?
Question: How long does the frightened bear remain in the tree? My friend answered, “Usually about three days until it gets so hungry it finally makes it way down and heads off into the woods to search for food; it’s mostly never seen again.” The cub may survive to grow strong if: eagles don’t swoop down and grab it, a cougars growl doesn’t alert it soon enough to hide, and if it finds enough food and a safe place to sleep and hibernate until it’s big enough to fight off predators on its own.
Another fact for an interesting plot is an eagle’s eyesight is eight times better than a human’s and can “see” a potential meal a mile away. Wait. Another story about a young eagle or perhaps how eagles knock goat kids off the side of the mountain for their next meal? A little too graphic for a young children’s story, but it is still knowledge to be considered for some other kind of writing. Notebook pages flip; details are quickly recorded so they won’t be forgotten, and then back to the bear story. I sat at a picnic bench, scribbling in short-hand, notes of surrounding landscapes, (scene) the weather and how it might affect woods travel, and emotions felt if dangerous animals were lurking nearby, the “who, what, where, when, and how—the showing of the plot.”
Until next time, be alert, wherever you are, for a story. Always, always keep a pad and pen handy, for one can’t predict when a story will begin. Be well. Linda

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