One Word

Honestly, when I first started writing, I loved words. I thought I was pretty good with them. In fact, I know I had a great vocabulary. I used to put a word up on the frig once a week and that would be the word the kids would learn and use for the rest of the week. They swear they've now got a great vocabulary, but can't spell diddlysquat. That's a surprise - no spelling error on diddlysquat.

I have since discovered that I don't know enough words.. I'll never know enough words. But that's good. Makes life interesting and definitely not dull.

I was working with my 'student' last night. Her second to last character biography. Everything went well with the first three paragraphs and then - too many words that didn't flow, that didn't fit. The paragraph said what needed to be said, but, first, it was the wrong POV. Second, it was wordy.

I know teachers have taught writers over the past millennium that every word counts. It does. It's hard to be that focused, but after awhile, I'm finding it's becoming second nature. It also works for when I'm critiquing my friend's work.

When we finished, the paragraph was ready to be polished. The first four paragraphs were awesome and needed almost no work. We were both so thrilled and excited! I know I wanted to scream with joy. She is so close to sending it to an interested agent. I can't wait. Next time we meet, we'll go over her last character and then - she's done. She'll send the bios and the synopsis and the first three chapters....... 

Life is good. 

PS - I am editing 'Blue.' Phew!

Looking For The Silver Lining

Insane times, aren't they? Life never quite leaves us alone. And for that, I am grateful. I don't do well with 'dull.' I like adventure. Sometimes, I'd like to be able to at least take a wee breath before plunging into the next whatever.

I volunteered at my church to work on their Google calendar. I've only got two months left to input. Communication is so important and being able to see what's happening (and when) at my church and at the school my little one attends made it a priority for me to see that the calendar is/was up-to-date. Took a lot longer than I thought because of the church's firewall, but we got it done. *throws bits of confetti*

SCBWI's regional conference is coming up and I had to spend time researching who was gong to be attending/speaking/critiquing. This process takes a bit of time since our region director really brings in some great names. The intensives are awesome this year - but I want to go to all of them (they are at the exact same time.) 

I found someone to critique 'Blue' at the conference - an agent. I've got all my fingers and toes crossed, but already working to tamp down on expectations. I was hoping to have 'Blue' completely edited and sent out by the end of this month, but that timeline has been destroyed. I'm wondering whether to send it out at all before this agent at the conference looks at it. I meet with my editor/teacher next week. I'll ask her advise.

The dog, Pippin, and I are having some issues. We were on adventures for the last couple weeks and his little psyche, I think, has grown confused. He's now deeming it a wondrous thing to pee in the hallway. Good grief. Bad enough he refuses to poop for me. My daughter comes over in the evenings and takes him for a walk. Good for her and the dog. She's losing weight very well and wants to keep exercising. The dog gives her an excuse.

I haven't done any editing for the last few days. The heat here (as in so many parts of our country) is debilitating. I'm spending time in the pool (the water temp is 85F while the outside air is 95F). Makes for a bath-like swim, but it is still cooler than the air. My air conditioners are working overtime and yet, the bedroom is not cold, but at least it's not stiffling.

Life is hot and cold. 

Mostly Dead

Not dead, as Fezzik in The Princess Bride says, but mostly dead.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093779/quotes

I feel kind of like that at the moment. Good things have been happening. I was away for the holiday (the 4th) and spent a bit of time editing while at a nice secluded cabin. I just got back from another trip (my son's in from Utah and we all gathered for the last few days to renew family ties). I was able to edit a bit on this trip, too. 

The nice thing about this second trip is I finally was able to read my granddaughter's first novel. She's an excellent writer. Her phrases are knock-my-socks off. The novel is unfinished because she couldn't stand the ending. I told her to take it easy, chill out, spend some quiet time in a place that gives her peace, and kick her Muse in the butt. *g*

I'm very surprised and happy with the last few days of editing. I did more than I had expected to do and I know it makes the story richer, fuller.

I read a quote, I think it's from Poets and Writers magazine (I'll look it up later and give you the info) that said the final edit should look at each word and make sure it is the BEST word for that sentence, phrase, paragraph. Interesting. I've heard this before. I do make sure my verbs are active ones, that I use almost no adverbs, and that my adjectives are strong, but I have never looked at each word in each sentence. It most be doable for others, but I'm not so sure for myself. We'll see, for I've learned never to say never. *g*

I sent off the last chapter of 'Blue' to my writers group and missed the meeting. Honestly. We were only supposed to stay with the family until last night, but plans changed and we stayed till this afternoon. My writers group was this morning. I'm bummed. First, because it was my turn to present and second, because I didn't let them know and someone else could have presented. I've never done that before. *blushes*

The SCBWI Regional Conference is coming up soon and the first day (for members) to register is Monday. I've got to spend some time researching the workshops and what I'm going to do. 

Life is hectic. 

Success In Small Things

I did manage to clean off the top of my stand. the drawers are rearranged, the little one's clothes are sorted and put away, and the wash is done.

On to 'Blue.' We had a thunderstorm roll through the area tonight. I sat with Pippin on my lap by the front door. It was a nice storm. The rain fell in a gentle way for about two minutes and then, the heavens opened and we had a nice gully-washer. I like these kinds of storms. They are unpredictable. I did like the gentle fall of the first rain. The leaves stopped most of it from hitting the ground, but after awhile, they were pushed aside by the weight of the drops. Such fun. 

I rejoiced in the smell. And realized. I could use smell in one scene. It's a nasty storm. The smell of the rain will be the normal smell. Cool and sweet and rainy. Then, once the wizards attack, the smell will change. Ah! I love it when nature pushes me further.

Layers and layers to each scene makes writing such fun. I could leave the scene alone. I know it worked, but the addition of the smell of rain... Later in the scene I've got another foul and heinous odor, but this first one, with the pure smell of rain will make the second part so much better.

It reminds me of the Grand Canyon. You can see the layers of centuries, millennia in the surface of the canyon. It's an incredible sight. If it was all the same, each layer the same, it would be dull.
http://www.geolsoc.org.uk/ks3/gsl/education/resources/rockcycle/page3556.html

Use layers, my friends. You know your own life is full of them. Some make life better; some make life worse. We don't want dull, do we? *g*

Life is layers.