I don’t know about you, but I spend time every day trying to undo the effects of sitting in front of a computer. Always stretching and bending and taking breaks.
Here’s a yoga routine suggested by one of my medical providers from Yoga With Adriene.
I don’t know about you, but I spend time every day trying to undo the effects of sitting in front of a computer. Always stretching and bending and taking breaks.
Here’s a yoga routine suggested by one of my medical providers from Yoga With Adriene.
Bleak November skies this morning and the impeachment inquiry is airing on television. These days I feel like I’m taking a law course by following the news and activities across our government. Make that several courses.
When I’m reading a new author or a beloved author with a new book out I often research the author, reading interviews, articles, reviews. Usually I wait until after I’ve read the book, but sometimes, especially if I’m disappointed in the book, I’ll read reviews wondering what others have thought of the story.
While a compelling novel or insightful nonfiction book stands alone, there’s so much to be learned by following an author’s career and knowing more about his or her background. It’s akin to listening to a performance of a Beethoven symphony and knowing that he was deaf or near-deaf when he composed it. Adding the context of his handicap and daily life deepens your appreciation.
All writers need to read deeply. After reading for enjoyment, we read
to discern themes and techniques, structure, and language. Study how author’s create secondary characters in a few deft strokes. Or how the story moves in and out of time. Study techniques you’re trying to strengthen. I’m certain I learn something with every book or short story I read, not to mention a well-written opinion piece or investigative journalism. This means I underline, make margin notes, jot in my notebook (there is one in every room of my house), ponder reasons why the writer made certain choices. I’m always analyzing and it adds a lot to my enjoyment.
Now these points probably aren’t news to you. But also consider my suggestion about researching authors. What risks did the writer take telling the story? Elizabeth Strout’s Pulitzer Prize-winning Olive Kitteridge is a good example–a woman’s life told in 13 short stories. Olive is a singular character–waspish, difficult, enormously complicated, and a fascinating oddball. And Strout creates her with fascinated empathy and the more we read about Olive, the more compassion we feel toward a character suffering from unspoken grief.
What obstacles did the author overcome along the way? Stephen King has been open about his addictions and physical ailments and tedious recovery after being hit by a drunk driver. His omnivorous reading habit. What habits sustain your favorite writers? Who has influenced them? What place has shaped them?
And while you’re at it, whenever you’re hanging out with a family member or friend, ask him or her what he or she is reading. Then ask why and what they think about the book, what they’re learning and taking away from it. Ask what single word defines the protagonist.
I’m currently reading, Smile by Roddy Doyle. And here’s an article about his career that was published in The Guardian in 2011. I was struck by his comments about how Dublin and Ireland were modernizing as he was growing up. It reminds me of his earlier book The Commitments.
Writers follow threads. Writers read for meaning.
PS The Guardian regularly publishes an excellent series featuring writers, called A Life in Writing.
We’ve had early rains this autumn, but the colors splashed around are russet, lemon, gold and scarlet.
I’ve officially turned into one of those cranks who complain about how fast time passes. Typically, October has found me gob smacked because once Halloween is over, the runaway slide toward the holidays seems to pick up speed. Meanwhile, I want this season to linger with its burnished hues, last farmer’s markets, dahlias still blooming.
And I want to end strong.
Unless you’re gearing up for NaNoWriMo, I encourage all who stop by here to nail your writing goals before the year ends. To not allow the frenzy of feasts and gift giving and gatherings steal your writing time and productivity.
Because wouldn’t it be grand to celebrate your accomplishments as you sip champagne on New Year’s Eve? You could spend January 1 looking ahead and planning, feeling momentum as 2020 launches. Here are a few suggestions for getting there:
procrastinate, and sometimes after dinner, although I have plans to write or work, I dissolve into avoidance and complacency. Then I go to sleep feeling guilty and wake up unhappy with myself.
tea. Grab your laptop or sit at your computer and clock in.Keep writing, keep dreaming, focus on the finish
I was interviewed by the talented Rachel Hanley. A few thoughts on writing and editing and persevering. With many thanks and yes, my head shot is dated.
Keep writing, Keep dreaming, Have heart
The fact of storytelling hints at a fundamental human unease, hints at human imperfection. Where there is perfection, there is no story to tell.
Potent fiction beginnings sweep readers far from their armchairs, or airplane seats, or beds. The first words yank, tug, propel them into a new world or a familiar world that offers new insights. Potent openings introduce characters readers start caring about immediately. Or at least wonder or worry about. Openings begin an immersive experience for readers.
Openings awaken curiosity.
And opening paragraphs need to deliver a hefty dose of information:
So here’s an example of a potent beginning, Tomato Red by the incomparable Daniel Woodrell:
You’re no angel, you know how this stuff comes to happen: Friday is payday and it’s been a gray day sogged by a slow ugly rain and you seek company in your gloom, and since you’re fresh to West Table, Mo.,and a new hand at the dog-food factory, your choices for company are narrow but you find some in a trailer court of East Main, and the coed circle of bums there spot you a beer, then a jug of tequila starts to rotate and the rain keeps comin’ down with a miserable bluesy beat and there’s two girls millin’ about that probably can be had but they seem to like certain things, and crank is one of those certain things, and a fistful of party straws tumble from a woven handbag somebody brung, the crank gets cut into lines, and the next time you notice the time it’s three or four Sunday mornin’ and you ain’t slept since Thursday night and one of the girl voices, the one you want most and ain’t had yet though her teeth are the size of shoe-peg corn and look like maybe they’d taste sort of sour, suggests something to do, ’cause with crank you want something, anything, to do, and this cajoling voice suggests we all rob this certain house on this certain street in that rich area where folks can afford to wallow in their vices and likely have a bunch of recreational dope stashed around the mansion and goin’ to waste since an article in The Scroll said the rich people whisked off to France or some such on a noteworthy vacation.
That’s how it happens.
keep writing, keep dreaming, write potent beginnings

