I live in snow country (you can't live south of Lake Ontario and not understand the term "lake effect") so I empathize with all of you stuck under the blizzard heading your way - or already there! You may be wondering what you should do, now that you can't go anywhere. The answer to that is easy!
Read!
Since I know snow (having had more than my share of it dropped down my back as a kid), snowstorms figure prominently in several of my books. Check 'em out!
When a sudden snowstorm unexpectedly gives her the afternoon
off from school, all Carolyn Brooks intends is a night at home grading papers.
But when her car slides off the road and Paul Anderson, the disliked head of
the English department takes her to his home, Carolyn finds herself drawn to
the rescuing knight.
But Paul Anderson has a secret…and determines the petite
elementary teacher is too delicate a flower for his dark tastes. He knows what
she does not. That he is not the White Knight, but the Black.
Unmarried…alone…a spinster. The words of Isabel’s mother
words haunt her. Will she forever be lonely?
Images of a woman’s bloodied body haunt Daniel’s memory.
Only living a solitary life in his mountain retreat will help him deal with his
guilt.
A winter storm…two damaged souls…and a history that binds
them together. Do Daniel and Isabel have the courage to mend the past and forge
a life together?
Kevin Devlin lives and works in Rochester, NY,
although his heart belongs in the LoneStarState.
He finds himself at loose ends when his older brother calls and tells him their
parents have decided to take a second honeymoon over Christmas, so he’s on his
own for the holiday.
His thoughts turn to Pam Montgomery…a woman he loved and
lost for being too slow to take her to the altar. But Pam has found another and
Kevin becomes obsessed with showing her the mistake she’s making. Unfortunately,
Pam’s younger sister Anna, gets in the way and Kevin is forced to kidnap her to
keep her quiet.
Meanwhile, Anna has a secret of her own…and as a prisoner of
Kevin’s, she has to decide whether the secret is hers to share...or not.
Three books, three snowstorms. Why go out in one when you can sit in your cozy chair, stay warm and read about it -- with some hot sex to boot! All ebook formats available, all instantly downloadable. Get your copies today!
I set 250,000 words as my goal for this year. That's new words written in either fiction or non-fiction genres, so yes, what I write for the blog counts. Most of those words, however, will come from the creation of new stories/novels for your reading enjoyment. :)
So, 250,000 divided by 12 = 20,833 words per month. Can I do it?
I did in January, plus some - 22,931! Most of that was on Under His Spell, a new Mystic Shade title that will be out before the end of the month. Watch this space for news about specific release dates, or sign up for my newsletter to be the first to see the cover and hear the news!
February is a short month, so I'm glad I've got a little leeway. I'm working on a fun, research-based blog post at the moment and will primarily write non-fiction for this month. When I'm in edits for one book, I find it hard to work on another fiction piece. Non-fiction doesn't get in my head as much and allows me to keep writing while the creative side of my brain is still in the world of the current work-in-progress.
Funny how that works. I can write two fiction stories at the same time up to a certain part of the story. Then I have to set one aside and concentrate on just one work all the way to completion. No other "world" can invade when I'm working on a story...not even one I'm reading. That's why I don't read fiction as much as I'd like - it takes me out of my world and puts me into the world created by the author, just like it's supposed to.
But if that happens, I lose MY world and it takes time to get it back. Time I often don't have. It's far easier to just not read fiction and stay in my world than it is to leave, come back, leave, come back.
You can tell by looking at my record of blog posts, by the way, when I'm heavily involved in creating a novel and when I'm in edits or between stories. When I'm working hard at writing a novel, I don't post much more than the writing workshops (see tab at the top of the page to view them all). All my energies are taken up with world-building and characters who are (or aren't) cooperating.
But when I'm between stories, or when I've reached the editing stage so that I need to keep the world in mind but it's no longer occupying my every waking moment, I post. A lot.
And that's the stage I'm in right now. Having exceeded my goal for January, I find my words this month will mostly be non-fiction. Here's hoping I can make the goal again!
I hope you've spent some time working on your newest piece of writing, getting the story down and playing with characters! The best way to become a writer is to write. There really are no shortcuts. You just have to put your rear end in the chair, your fingers on the keyboard (or take the pencil in hand) and write. Lots.
Yes, some of it will be garbage. But some of it will be gold. We all write a little of each. The trick is finding those nuggets in and among the dross.
Yet on occasion we forget the joy of writing, of creating whole stories out of nothing but our own imaginations. When writing becomes work, we wonder why we do it, what ill-conceived stupidity put in our heads that writing would be a great way to make a living.
I have a cure for just such occasions.
Below is a piece for your reflective writing journal. Copy the first four words and continue the sentence as you see fit. For many, a single sentence won't contain your thoughts and you'll need a paragraph. I encourage longer writings. Take your time and truly think about your answer.
When you've exhausted your thoughts on the first four words, move to the second set and do the same. Explore your own feelings about what you wrote in response to the first statement. Continue with the third and the fourth sections in the same manner.
I write because I.... and that makes me feel.... so then I.... which brings me to....
With any luck, by the time you have finished, you will have remembered your joy.
For Christmas, my husband got me season two of Here Come the Brides. Now, those of you who have been long-time readers of the blog knowBobby Sherman was my first crush. Not only because he's cute, but he also embodies the qualities of a gentleman...and those of a gentle man. I fell for him hard. I've been watching the episodes and falling in love all over again. You can blame this post on my husband for giving me the DVDs and on Mr. Sherman for being, well, gorgeous.
My next major crush on a person I couldn't have had a similar appearance and a similar personality. Dark hair, dimples, kind hands, a gentle spirit and a love of music. And long hair. God, I love a man with long hair. And I'm not talking touch-the-collar long, but at least shoulder-length. Beautiful!
And then I met the man I fell truly in love with. Black hair, blue eyes, dimples...and he played the guitar! He was thoughtful, a ladies' man who loved to flirt. Like my second crush, he had curly long hair and like Mr. Sherman, had a gentle heart.
I'm not stupid. I married him.
And then I made him the basis for nearly all the male protagonists in my novels. Granted, some of my heroes have other real-life inspirations, but I always come back to the same general look: Tall, dark hair, blue eyes, dimples, and hair "long enough to run your fingers through."
Am I predictable? I suppose so. But as a famous person once said, "I know what I like," and another said, "Write what you know."
And I know a cute guy when I see him. Thanks, honey! I love ya much.
Although if you happen to see Mr. Sherman...you could send him my way... :)
Play safe,
Diana
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Are you here for the blog-hop from The Romance Reviews? Be sure to use the Purchasing Info tab at the top of the page to find your answer!
And if you're not here to answer Question #78, head on over to the Romance Reviews site and join in the fun! Lots of prizes to win - so what are you waiting for? Let's do the hop!
TIED TO HOME is now available at a1adultebooks - an online bookstore that caters to erotica. It's on sale there for $2.54 for the rest of the week, so if you don't have your copy yet, hurry over and get it while the price is low!
When I am home during the day (which is mostly only on weekends) and I sit down to write, this time of year I tend to sit stretched out on a small loveseat in front of our gas fireplace. It's warm, the blanket over my lap and the cat snuggled in on my feet (which he deigns to do only occasionally), makes for a very comfortable writing spot. Unfortunately, this spot is also in the center of our house. The stairs from the upper floor come down one side of the fireplace and the entrance to the kitchen is on the other. As everyone rises for the day, they pass by and, of course, speak to me. They've gotten pretty good at not saying anything until I finish a sentence, but they still wish to say things like, "good morning" and "are you doing laundry today?" Still, it's the warmest spot in the house and I can generally get in a few hours there before everyone else gets up (to be fair, my husband and I are usually out of bed at the same time, but his studio is on the second floor, so every time he comes down to grab a piece of toast, clean a brush, head to class...he does so past the the loveseat. At least I get a kiss from him most passes.) Two quotes: "I don't wait to be struck by lightning and I don't need certain slants of light to write." ~Toni Morrison "A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper." ~ E.B. White Ideal writing conditions don't exist. Most of my early work I wrote in the car as I waited for my daughter to finish a dance class or my son to get out of his basketball practices. In the winter I froze, in the summer I sweltered. Didn't matter. Me, the laptop and the story in my head. That's all I need. And all you need. So no more excuses about it being too noisy where you are, or that you only have a half an hour before the next shift in your running around. Location doesn't matter. The lighting doesn't matter. Noise doesn't matter. Go get yourself lost in your writing and WRITE! ...and leave a tip in the jar on your way out. :)
Bears are big. Bears are brown. Bears live in the woods.
The big, brown bear lived in the woods.
The ursine animal made his habitat in the flora of the forest.
Audience matters. The three sentences above all say the same thing yet the vocabulary for each is audience-specific. You can imagine a group of three-and-four-year olds sitting around a storyteller in the first example, a primary reader in the second -- and a freshman in high school trying to impress his teacher in the third. :)
We could also change our audience by changing the sentence structure. Try rewriting the above putting the prepositional phrase first, or starting with the verb. Our traditional grammatical structure (noun, verb, everything else) has infinite varieties.
Caveat: not all changes in sentence structure are good, but that's next week's blog post. My point this week is only that it can be done, not that it should be!
(Sidenote: In preparation for this workshop, I used an online dictionary to find synonyms for the word "bear" - as in the animal. What I found surprised me. There are only a few instances of the word being used as a noun: the animal is one, a grouch is another and a police officer is a third. Yet there are several dozen verb uses and half again as many adjective choices. English apparently latches onto the sound of a particular word and likes it so much, it reuses it over and over instead of making up new ones. No wonder non-native speakers get confused!)
So who is your audience? Are your readers young? Middle-aged? Old? Male? Female? Who is reading your books? Where are they located? Do they live in your country or do you have an international audience?
Some of that information you can get from your website stats (location, at least). But often, we never know who is actually picking up our books and reading them. I have about a 75-25 split female-to-male ratio if you look at those who have signed up for my newsletter, another set of data that can be used to gain information about my readership.
If you publish with a publisher, they can often tell you, in general terms, the type of person buying your books from the feedback they get and the information they take at the point of sale.
And of course, you might also have an idea in your head - a stereotypical reader you're telling your story to. As you write, who are you gearing your story towards? Those writing young adult novels have a very different picture in their heads than someone writing suspense or an author writing erotic romance.
That's not to say the audiences don't cross over -- they do! Readers are often eclectic in their tastes. However, we each have a target audience in our heads - and they're the ones we're writing the story for.
Activity
So, who is your audience? Today's activity has three parts:
Part One - write a brief description of your target reader. Who do you see buying your books? How do they purchase them (ebook or print?). Be as thorough as you can.
Part Two - collect the demographic information available. Put a data collector on your website (I use Stat Counter in addition to the stats Blogger gives me; each gives me valuable information). If you have a newsletter, go through your list of subscribers. That's your core audience right there. And last, ask your publisher who buys your books. They may be only able to give you a general idea, but it'll add to your picture.
Part Three - Remember, you are a reflective writer. Once you have all that information, review it. Does the info you gathered in Part Two of this activity match with your mental picture in Part One? Take some time and write about it as you reconcile the two.
Happy New Year to you all! It's a good year for writing and I have a few resolutions for you to consider as you start a new year of writing. In no particular order...
...keep a word-count diary. Each day, write down somewhere the total number of words you write on either a manuscript, a blog...something creative. Grocery lists and emails don't count! :) You can either use a spreadsheet program like Excel to keep track or simply write the number on the calendar next to your desk. I have a friend who does the former and I do the latter - both work. Set a yearly goal for yourself and keep the big picture in mind. Most of us can't write every day, or choose not to. My goal this year (based on a non-calendar yearly count) is 250,000 words. In that number I include not only what I write and publish, but what I write and set aside, what I write for this blog and what I write for the Scribes' blog.
...publish something. Short story, novella, that full-length novel you've been working on for the past year? Whatever it is, get it out to the public. Whether you choose a traditional publisher, a small press or self-publishing...publish! Make this the year!
...take time to "sharpen the saw". Learn something new, go somewhere you've never been, take time to walk through the park. Do SOMETHING to get away from whatever you're working on and keep your mind fresh.
...read. Read lots. Read everything. Newspapers, political cartoons, other books in your genre, books NOT in your genre. By reading other's work we learn more about language and how it works (or doesn't work - the bad books sometimes teach us better than the best ones). Even if you only have a few minutes to read a quick article from a magazine in a doctor's office - read!
...above all else, hug your family and friends and tell them how much you enjoy their company. This holiday season has reinforced that in a very gruesome way. They put up with you going off into your own little world as you write, be sure to thank them for understanding that you often listen with only half an ear and you love them for loving you anyway. :)
I have been very remiss in keeping track of what I read. The best year I did was the year I made myself accountable to you, my readers.
As a result, I'm using you again this year in an effort to keep track of all the books I read throughout the calendar year. What I post are not reviews, per se, but rather just some gut reactions to the book. All posts will be tagged "book thoughts." You can also use that tag in the list in the sidebar to find past postings on what I've read.
Feel free to add your comments about the books if you desire!
Now, I'm not a vampire lover (barely made it through the Twilight series and only because a friend insisted) and I definitely do not do zombies. But I am a Shakespeare lover and put him at the top of my all-time favorite authors. How could I resist a book called Shakespeare Undead? It's written by Lori Handeland and I found it to be a cute story. Like Shakespeare in Love there are some historical errors, but I was willing to overlook them since, in this book, Will Shakespeare is a vampire. Historical inaccuracies pale in comparison.
General impression? Cute story, kept me interested even if it didn't take but an afternoon to read. More for the teen-lit crowd, but hey, when has that ever stopped me?
So, two days into the new year, one book already read. For Christmas this year, I told my children (I have two and they're both in their early 20's) that they should get me something they think I should read. Gave them no more direction than that, curious as to what they'd come up with.
My son bought me a boxed set of the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson, knowing I like fantasy. My daughter bought me two first books of two different series, figuring I could start both series and then continue with the one I liked best (knowing me, I'll probably like them both). So I'm looking forward to starting Mystic Warrior by Tracy and Laura Hickman and Shadowmarch by Tad Williams.
My husband, not to be outdone, bought me Star Trek: Destiny by David Mack. It's a collection of three ST novels in one volume. I told you I'm an eclectic reader! You can look forward to my thoughts on all these books in the next few months.
(I'm trying not to start any of them now because I really want to finish writing Under His Spell, a new novel coming out under my Mystic Shade nom de plume. I only have about another 10,000 words to write and it's done!)
Play safe - and remember, the writing workshops start up again on January 8th.
We've hit over 2000 visits this month, and that's an all-time high. Yippeee!
Just a reminder to use the tabs at the top to view the books available (click on any of the links to get the blurb and, in some instances, a sample of the first chapter). Ellora's Cave has updated their site, so be sure to update your links to those books.
Note that Ellora's Cave has had a site upgrade, so former links to my books there no longer work. Try this one to get to the EC titles (there are two pages of titles there!). Of course, you can still find my erotic romance self-published works here.
Remember, there is no writing workshop this Tuesday. Workshops will resume in the new year with a whole new slate of tips and ideas. You can see the complete listing of all the workshops given over the past fifteen months here (I cleaned up the spacing some on the page and subdivided into "chapter" headings. Yes, at some point - probably after I retire, now - I will get my act together and put these all into a book!).
No special workshop today or next Tuesday. Every once in a while, you need to take time and enjoy the people in your life. Give them a hug if they'll let you, a kiss if you can get away with it. But laugh, relax, renew -- and we'll pick up the writing workshops again in the new year.
Till then,
Play safe!
Diana
PS. If you've found these workshops useful this year, please leave a tip in the jar. Tips encourage me to keep adding new material (and to revise the old).
I’ve been in the classroom as a teacher since 1979, taking
only one year off after I got married to try other jobs.
But I came back to teaching. The reasons aren’t important
anymore – haven’t been for a while. I see myself as a professional at getting
kids excited about literature, helping them find their writer’s voice, and gettimg
them to learn the skills they’ll need to express themselves no matter what life
throws at them.
And then life throws a wicked curve ball.
Wicked. Evil. Deranged. There are a lot of adjectives being
tossed about by people right now concerning the recent events in Connecticut.
All true, all wrong. It’s horrible, it’s shocking, it’s inevitable.
It will be a while (if ever) before we understand the
shooter’s motive. As the confusion over the timeline becomes clearer, as the
victims are identified and the world grieves, one fact will become startlingly
clear: this isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last.
Is that cynical? Yes, I suppose so. No one place can accept
all the blame people will want to assign it. Violent video games (before this
happened I was preparing a post on the fact that I recently picked up Doom
again and how I enjoyed it’s simple premise: shoot anything that moves. Think
I’ll hold off on that for a while now...), loose gun control laws (which,
admittedly, need to be tightened, but should not be the sole holder of blame),
lack of mental health care (again, a component, not an end-run). All these and
more will find themselves in defensive mode over the next few weeks.
Rightfully so. If you cannot defend your beliefs, you
probably should change them. But to single out any one activity out and lay all
the blame on that one doorstep is simplistic at best, harmful at worst. The
issue is bigger than that.
You probably expect me to lay out the issue – but I can’t.
Being in the classroom, I’ve seen the level of violence cycle from pacific to
tsunami levels depending on the year. Even within the year there are cycles.
Learning to recognize and head them off is part of our job as educators. We
succeed a lot. You have no idea how many fights we diffuse, prevent or don’t
even let get to that stage.
But sometimes there’s that one kid. Every teacher has had
one, or two (or, if you’ve been at this as long as I have, several). It’s the
kid in the class who makes you think, “That’s one to watch. That one is scary.”
But then the kid grows up and go on to become a thoughtful, respectable,
responsible member of the community. Sometimes still odd, but not violent.
Believe me, it happens that way almost all the time.
Almost.
I am a teacher.
Tomorrow I’ll be in the classroom teaching my students
survival skills. We have fire drills twelve times a year by state law. No kid,
teacher or staff member has died as a result of a fire in decades. The alarm
goes off and everyone goes into automatic mode, leaving the building in an
orderly fashion, often glad for the interruption. We’ve got fires down.
Bullets? Not so much. In the Oregon mall shooting, police
are crediting store personnel and customers alike in knowing what to do and
doing it in order to get out of harm’s way and keep the body count low.
In schools, we’re teaching that. Along with grammar,
literary terms and parts of speech, what to do if a shooter comes into the
building is part of my curriculum. We talk about it on the first day of school,
tomorrow we’ll drill it. I’ll make the kids get out of their seats and get to
the place in the room where they can’t be seen.
In a week I’ll do it again. And in a month.
Does it take time from my teaching? Yes. Does it piss me off
that I have to teach such a thing? More than you can imagine. Will I do it?
Over and over again until they don’t have to think. Hearing the word “lockdown”
will trigger the same automatic response the fire alarm does. It’s how I’ll
keep them alive to teach them another day.
I’m a firm believer that, if a person wants to kill, they
will kill. Nothing will stop him/her. No amount of locked doors or security
drills will keep out a determined person.
But we can teach survival skills that will lessen the
opportunities for the shooter.
And that’s my lesson for Monday.
Diana
My heart grieves for the parents and first responders of
Newtown, Connecticut. If you would like to help, please consider giving.
Some people write because the stories well up inside and have to be told. They can't imagine NOT writing. Others write because it's expedient. People make money telling stories, why shouldn't they? Luigi Pirandello wrote because the characters pestered him until he told their stories.
Why do you write?
Is it to sell books? Or to tell stories? If you never sold a single book, would you write anyway? SHOULD you write anyway? If a writer writes a story and nobody reads it, does it exist?
Existential questions keep our minds active and our dreams alive. Spend some time truly thinking about your answers. Be a reflective writer and write out your thoughts.
Presenting as clean a copy as you can to an editor makes a good impression on your level of professionalism. Using the correct forms of the verbs, properly distinguishing between "to", "two", and "too" is important as is figuring out where to put the commas. Spelling, especially in this day of spell-checking software, shouldn't even be an issue.
That said, I remember the first time, many years ago, when I read the first-draft manuscript of a book that had just sold to a major publisher. I was appalled at the mechanical errors. When I (gently) pointed one out, the author flipped her hand at me and said, "That's what editors are for."
Since the mss had sold, I had to believe she was right.
Yet my spirit rebelled. How could someone who took writing seriously as a profession not care about the tools we use?
I've since spoken with many editors and, while there are some who are focused more on story and are willing to ignore bad mechanics, many of them were far more willing to roll their eyes and complain about them. In fact, more than one told me poor spelling and bad grammar were automatic rejects, in their opinion. That, if an author couldn't bother to take the time to learn how to purposefully use the language, then he/she as an editor didn't want to take the time to read the manuscript.
The key in there is "purposely use the language". Yes, characters exist that don't use proper English (Huckleberry Finn, anyone?). But Mark Twain made choices about his word usage. He didn't write out of ignorance.
Today, we're going to take a look at your choices.
Activity
Open your current work in progress or a finished work that isn't yet published.
First step is to use the editor that's in your wordprocessor program. I'm a fan of Microsoft Word 2003 (sidenote: I HATE the ribbons that have "improved" the newer versions. Microsoft dropped the ball on this one. They took something that wasn't broke and tried to fix it!).
Okay, off soapbox. I like Word 2003 because I can put all my tools on the top of the page and I can set the style editor to check my grammar and style as I go (Tools - Options - you can set most everything in the menu box that pops up). While I've always been conscious of my grammar, I'm not a style maven, so I'm grateful for the little green and red lines it puts under my words as I write.
When I'm ready for a break from the creative side of writing, I go back and made conscious determinations about each of those lines. Remember, everything you write should be purposeful. If something doesn't fit with what Word wants, it's because I want it that way.
Second step: Word doesn't catch everything. It won't look for comma splices or dangled modifiers. You need a different program for that.
I use AutoCrit, an online program that's VERY thorough. This is a site I pay for although the free tools are pretty good, especially if you're just starting out. I like the extra tools I get with the subscription (and the longer length to the manuscript checked). It will help me find not only my overused words but will helpfully point out cliches, frequently used phrases -- all sorts of style problems.
AutoCrit is good because it makes no changes. It simply points out and I make the decisions about what stays and what goes. Purposeful writing!
Wordle is wonderful for those of us who are visually stimulated. It takes our most-often used words and makes a collage out of them, presenting our manuscript as an artwork.
This can help a writer quickly see the overused words (when "back" is the largest word on the page, you know you have a problem!). You can also right-click on words to remove them from the image. Since character names are usually my largest words, I remove those so I can see what's left.
Once I have my Wordle, I find a black & white, easily read version (use the "random" button at the bottom to change the image) and print it out. It goes on my wall next to me and I use Word's "find" function to highlight and edit my overused words.
*****
Grammar is important. It's one of your tools. Use Word. Use AutoCrit and Wordle and you'll find, after a while, you begin to learn grammar you never knew.
Well, not nothing. I wrapped four Christmas presents before my family could find them, I cleaned the kitchen and scrubbed the stovetop. Four loads of laundry got done and I played two full levels of Doom. Talked to my mom on the phone, made myself breakfast and lunch (and ate them) and read through the last four days of the local newspaper. Oh! And I washed up the pans from last night's dinner.
In other words, I puttered.
I love days like this. Awakening with lots of energy to get "stuff" done but without a clear agenda in mind. Moving from job to job as the mood takes me. Not having an agenda to accomplish or expectations about what needed to be done.
Perhaps that's what the world needs...fewer agendas and more puttering.
Play safe!
Diana
PS. Yes, it's the old, original Doom. I bought it on the Steam sale and have been having fun blowing away the bad guys. No plot, just shoot at anything that moves. What a great way to relieve the last vestiges of stress!
With so many sales going on (seven of my books are on sale this week for 25% off. Click here for details!), today's writing prompts center around retail. Choose one of the prompts below, throw some spaghetti and see what sticks!
Two people standing outside a big-box store of your choice. Its 2:00 in the morning and the store doesn't open until 6:00 AM, but when it does, it'll have fantastic deals on electronic devices. The line is already twenty people in line and your characters are first and second in the queue. Another person comes along and strikes up a conversation with your two characters, who slowly realize this person intends to cut in line.
Your protagonist is a cashier in a busy, locally-owned store. He/she has a long line of customers when the customer at hand complains about the price of an object. What happens when the person behind the complainer in line decides to take matters into his/her own hands?
Your protagonist is a salesclerk at an upscale department store who sees a man walk into the ladies fitting room. You finally get the courage up to go speak to him and toss him out when he emerges -- as a woman.
Seven of Diana’s titles at 25% off, now through Saturday,
December 1st!
Use the coupon codes below at Smashwords, where you can
choose your format. Got a Kindle? No problem! A Nook, Nexus, Ipad? Easy!
Just click on the title, go to the site, enter the code and
voila! The book is instantly downloadable.
(See why I don’t write copy for advertising agencies? I
should leave the hyperbole to the pros. My copy uses too many !!!! And, I
figured, why only a one-day sale when most of us have to work on Monday? It
would be far more fun to have a whole week – and a day.)
And, in honor of giving thanks to those who mean a lot to me, look for a sale on my books coming on Cyber Monday!
In the meantime, be safe, enjoy those around you, and thank you.
Diana
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
We're starting right out with the activity today. Settle back and keep reading, because this is a mental exercise that will tax your brain.
First, look to the far left corner of the room. In that corner stands a nun with a basketball. She's wearing her full habit, holding the basketball in her hands.
Got it? Say it out loud. "There's a nun in the corner and she's holding a basketball in her hands." Picture it in your mind. Say it out loud again.
Next to her is a professional basketball player saying, "Come on, Sister, put me in. Let me take your place."
Repeat that. Repeat them both. Cement those images in your head. Once you have them, continue.
Directly in front of you (out the window if you have one there) is an herb. It's blowing in the wind and is surrounded by a chain link fence.
I know, you think I'm crazy. Trust me. Get the image in your head.
Herb. Blowing in the wind. Surrounded by a chain link fence.
What was in the corner? Who is standing next to her? What's directly in front of you? Repeat them until they're firm in your mind.
Moving on...
In the far right corner is a little boy in a red sweater and he's sneezing, "Achoo-too. Achoo-too."
Little boy, red sweater, sneezing, "Achoo-too. Achoo-too."
What was in front of you again? Who is standing beside the nun? What is he saying?
When you're ready, continue.
On the wall to your right is a big billboard. It's an advertisement for the herb. Got it? Go back to the herb. It's blowing in the wind and surrounded by what? Who is in the far left corner? Who is in the far right?
By now you think my elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor. It does. I assure you, there is a purpose for this. Ready? Let's continue...
Okay, beside you on the right are two construction workers building a bridge. Make them hot construction workers. After all, this is your imagination! Male or female doesn't matter. Two construction workers building a bridge.
On your left is a little girl getting an injection and she says, "Ouch!"
What's on your right? What was on the wall? What does it advertise? Go backwards...who is in the corner and what is he sneezing? What's in front of you? Tell me about the pair in the left corner. Who is on your immediate left?
Last one and you can put him anywhere you want: a man in a three-piece suit making a presentation. He's holding a tin can with no top or bottom on it.
Recite them. Look around the room, not at the computer screen for a moment and go through all the images.
Now do them backward. Start with the man. Remember the tin can!
Got 'em all? Good!
You just learned the eight parts of speech. And their definitions.
Nope, I'm not kidding. You really did.
Start with the nun in the corner. She's a noun. She's a person, standing in a place, holding a thing and her habit represents an idea.
A noun is a person, place, thing or idea. :)
Take the pro basketball player next to her. He's a pronoun. Get it? Pro-noun? And what do pronouns do? They take the place of nouns (he's saying, "Put me in, Sister, let me take your place.")
By now you're groaning at the bad puns. Rest assured...they get worse.
In front of you is that herb. That's a verb. And there are two kinds of verbs: action ("blowing in the wind") and linking (that chain link fence!).
So far you have a noun, a pronoun and two kinds of verbs. Let's see what else we can find.
The little boy wearing the red sweater and sneezing. Let's change "Achoo-too" to "Adjective." He's a LITTLE boy wearing a RED sweater.
Adjectives describe nouns (and other adjectives, but let's keep it simple today, shall we?).
And then there's that advertisement on the wall for the herb. That's the ad-verb. The adverb! Get it?? :) Let's slap a sticker on that billboard that says "ly" since most of the adverbs have -ly endings.
To review:
We have a noun in the corner with a pronoun beside it. In front of us is a verb, both kinds (action and linking). In the other corner is a LITTLE boy and his RED sweater now sneezing, "Adjective" and on the wall, we're advertising the adverb with it's ly ending.
Okay, those 2 construction workers building a bridge? Those are conjunctions and what's their function? To build bridges between sentences, of course! Those are words like "and" "or" "for" "nor"...They serve some other purposes, too, but we're staying simple, remember? So conjunctions build bridges between sentences.
Two more to go!
Our poor little girl getting her injection is an interjection. Remember she says, "Ouch!" -- which is a word dropped into the sentence that isn't necessarily needed. "Wow!" and "Great!" are other examples. So is "Shit." :)
And our handsome man in his suit making is presentation is a preposition. Prepositions show location (pre-position -- see? It has the word "position" right in it!). The tin can helps here. You can be in it, you can be near it, you can be outside, around, go through, be on it or under it or over it. You can go toward it or walk with it, you can even move away from it. All prepositions!
Look over at that nun again. Run through the eight images, then run through them again as the parts of speech.
And you thought grammar was dull...
I do this with classes filled with bored high school students and by the end of the image-learning, they know every image and can't wait to shout them out. They physically turn toward that part of the room as they describe what they "see" there and when I drop the bombshell at the end and tell them what they just learned? They don't believe me.
Then I start "decoding" the images and they start laughing. They're taking notes and giggling and making jokes about the herb (which they nearly always want to make a marijuana plant) -- and learning grammar basics.
If you don't know your parts of speech (and if you're a writer, you should! They're the basic building blocks of your craft), go back through the images again, translating the image to the actual definition of that part of speech. Test yourself.
And do it often over the next week. Repetition is key here. We'll get past that and into usage in a future post. Right now, just have fun learning the eight parts of speech.
:)
Diana
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When I first started this blog back in 2003, I did it
because it was expected of me as a new writer. Websites were de rigeueur, so
of course, I had one, but blogs were the new kid on the block, the bandwagon
everyone was jumping on.
So, I jumped, too.
And missed.
What the heck was I supposed to say? I wrote fiction, not
conversations with strangers. I posted a few things every once in a while, but
heck, I barely managed that other author necessity, the newsletter. How was I
supposed to think of stuff to say every week? Or worse, every day?
The blog sputtered and nearly died several times. For a
while it was pretty much a repeat of my newsletter. I had books to write and a
family to raise as well as a full-time job. And readers didn't talk back to me,
anyway. Might as well just chuck it.
(Sidenote: I pretty much felt the same way when Twitter came
along. All the advice said, “Have a conversation with your readers, don’t just
post when you have a new book.” But I’m terrible at starting conversations in real
life, let alone cyberspace. I’m just not that interesting a person!)
Yes, I did the required reading and posting on other
people’s blogs, but mostly I just read them and learned about publishing (and
snark). Posting on them didn't seem to lead people back to my own blog and
stating that I’d covered a similar topic myself in a post was (is) considered
blatant self-promotion and frowned upon.
Then one year (2010), for my own edification, I decided to keep
track of all the books I read. I figured the easiest way to do that was to make
a post on the blog with a sentence or two about the book. Not a review, just a
record.
To my surprise, the hits went from single to double digits
each day. I pretty much doubled my readership and that surprised me because I really wasn't posting for the readers, I was posting for myself. I was my own audience
and so had loosened up. Maybe I was on to something here?
And then I started the writing workshops in September, 2011. I took the idea
from Dean Wesley Smith about putting each chapter out, then collecting those
chapters and making a book available. I’d been teaching writing in both the
real and virtual worlds (Second Life) for quite some time – making those
workshops available on the web seemed the next logical step.
This time my numbers tripled. Each Tuesday I’d have between
40 and 50 people visiting, apparently just for the workshop. Some would email
me with questions or comments, but mostly, the only indication I had that the
site was getting more traffic was in the hit numbers, because still, few left
comments.
(I double-checked the settings over a dozen times those
first few months of starting the writing workshops, concerned that maybe I’d
turned the comment feature off by accident. I hadn't. My readers are just not
talkers. In other words, they’re like me!)
But somewhere along the way, posting those writing workshops
helped me to find my voice when it comes to posting on this blog. I threw off
the artificial constraint I had put on myself (trying to figure out what people
wanted to read) and instead posted what I wanted to write. Sometimes that’s my
opinion about something, sometimes it’s a reflection about an event, sometimes
it’s barely anything at all but me enjoying the flow of words and exploring a
subject for fun.
But its me. It’s my voice.
Took me nearly nine years to find it, but find it, I did.
And my hits nearly doubled again.
Thank you to those who have been here from the beginning,
thank you to those who pop in occasionally just to see what’s going on. And
thank you to those who read every post, every time. You may not say much, but I
know you’re there and that’s what counts.
Beginning writers, want some advice? Learn faster than I did! :)
Play safe, everyone – I’m having fun and I hope you are,
too!
I know today's supposed to be a writing workshop, but I also know several of you are participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). This great write-in, if you will, is held every November and every November I say I'm going to participate. Then grades are due and I get busy correcting senior papers and, well...let's just say November is not a good writing month for me.
But many of you ARE writing fast and furiously this month and let me offer some words of encouragement: keep writing! What are you doing here, reading this blog when you should be writing? At this point you should be almost halfway done - are you?
Okay, so that's not much encouragement. It IS however, the truth. During this month you really don't have time to spend honing your craft, you're too busy writing a novel. And that's okay. There comes a time in every writer's life when it's time to set all else aside and simply concentrate on writing a coherent story. Or incoherent story. This month, it doesn't really matter. You're just writing. Editing comes in December.
So get back to your manuscript and keep those words flowing! I may not be able to participate, but I can cheerlead with the best of 'em.
Okay, you all know I'm a Tolkien geek. Small "g" -- not a capital like Peter Jackson or Stephen Colbert, but a small-case "g" as in, I've read Lord of the Rings more times than I can count and The Hobbit about a dozen times.
I've been a member of The One Ring (formerly Tolkien Online) for years, although not active since I've been writing my own books. I still go and page through the forums, reading the conversations and lurking in the shadows like a benevolent Gollum, seeking tidbits and simply enjoying some time with like-minded people. I once was Wisteria there (Wiste to my friends).
And now, with The Hobbit about to make its film debut, the media frenzy has been up and running for over a month. Yes, I already have my tickets to see it in 48 frames per second on the first day of its release. Told you I was a Tolkien geek!
I've watched the trailers - lots - and I love the song the dwarves sing in Bilbo's house. "Far over the Misty Mountains call..." The tune is far more haunting than I ever created in my head as I read the book, but I have to say, I like it. A lot. That deep baritone of Richard Armitage sends chills down my spine and I look forward to hearing it coming from theatre speakers instead of my little headphones.
Jackson set up a pattern with the three Lord of the Rings movies: over the end credits, a singer sings a song based on the action of the film or on one of the characters. For Fellowship of the Ring, Enya wrote and sang "May it Be". At the end of The Two Towers, Emiliana Torrini sings "Gollum's Song" (haunting and a little bit scary!). And Annie Lennox wrote "Into the West" for Return of the King (a song I want played at my funeral.).
And now, for The Hobbit, he is doing the same. Neil Finn sings a wonderful piece that I've already played through several times in the past hour and will play several more times before I see the film. You can listen to it here.
Anyone else waiting for this film as I am? Am I alone in my Tolkien-geekiness?
Because I knew I was going to be a writer at a young age (I was 9 or 10 when my teacher told me I should be one because of a short story I'd written about bears. I thought she'd just given me my career and agreed with her), I paid attention when English teachers gave lessons about grammar.
Didn't understand them, but I paid attention.
At the end of our junior year here in NY State, all students must take an exam in English. At that time there was a section that might - or might not - ask grammatical questions. I remember my girlfriend, Mary Ann, sitting me down and drilling me on the parts of speech and showing me how to diagram a sentence, getting frustrated with me when I'd shrug my shoulders and give her a blank look.
None of it stuck and thankfully, there were no questions of that sort on the test. Which I ended up not having to take. But that's a story for a different post. :)
In college we studied "transformational grammar" and for the first time ever, why we put certain words in certain places in sentences began to make sense. Finally I understood the difference between a gerund and a verb, even though both looked exactly the same. I recognized the differences between past, present and future participles. Heck! I even knew what a participle was!
The old adage says you never learn something so thoroughly as when you have to teach it. Teaching grammar to 7th and 8th graders probably did nothing for them but it did everything for me. Looking at language through the lens of its grammar opened new ways of forming sentences, new ways of structuring arguments, and most importantly, new ways of telling a story.
Recently I had occasion to teach seniors the four sentence types. I actually wanted to teach comma placement, but we had to go back a step. Then, when I asked, offhandedly, really just wanting to bring the piece of knowledge back to the front of their brains, how many types of verbs there are - and they couldn't answer me - I ended up going back and teaching the parts of speech all over again.
It isn't that they haven't had it. It isn't as if no one's ever taught them this before. Yet, like my younger self, they find no meaning in it and so haven't really bothered to learn it. One of the boys asked me why we were waiting until they were seniors to teach this stuff. He felt it should be much earlier in the curriculum!
In any case, going through the basic rules of English grammar once more made me appreciate the structure all over again. It also made me glad I'm a native speaker. I can't imagine how hard this language would be to learn if I learned another language first. I am so impressed with those who learn to speak English later in life. You do what I could not.
Because my teacher told me I was going to be a writer, I understood those grammatical rules were something I needed to master. It took me years, but master them I did. Still don't know all their fancy names (adverbial clauses give me headaches), but using the tools of the language is part of my job.
And it's a job I love doing.
Play safe!
Diana
PS. I thought about making this part of the writing workshops, but really it's more of a personal reminiscence and philosophy statement about grammar. Be forewarned, however! Grammar will probably make an appearance in a future workshop. Or two. :)
I feel like I've been running since the first week in September. Because my day job is teaching, classes started up and life moved into high gear.
Especially this year. I'm teaching five classes with five preps and my head is spinning by the end of the day. On the downside, I have a whole bunch of work before (and after) each class. On the upside, I don't have 121 versions of the same essay to grade. :)
That, above all, is what makes this particular teaching load manageable. Every course I teach has a major writing component to it, so there is a lot of student writing to look at. When I taught six sections of only one subject, I'd give an assignment and then have an entire stack of papers all on the same topic. By the end of the thirtieth paper, I was ready to find a convenient staircase and throw them down the stairs (that was a running joke in teacher-school: the papers that landed at the bottom got failing grades, those at the top, higher ones. No, NO ONE ACTUALLY DOES IT! It was just wishful thinking on the part of English teachers vs the work say, math teachers had in grading papers).
Having five preps isn't so bad on the grading side. I can look at a stack of twenty-five term papers and not feel overwhelmed. It's manageable. Especially since it takes between 15-20 minutes per paper. The students are always surprised by the fact that I spend that much time on his/her paper. My stock response is, "How long did it take you to write it? How many hours did you spend on this? Don't you think it deserves more than just a cursory glance?" They usually grin and nod.
And then there's my dad. He had a Crohn's flare-up at the beginning of October and it looked pretty bad for a while. I've learned I don't write well when death is standing too near one of my family members, so all the pieces I was working on got set aside as he recovered. Now he's in rehab and doing so well they stopped the physical therapy this past week 'cause he's walking just fine (doesn't even need a cane, let alone a walker) and pretty far along the road to normal.
Except the wound isn't healing as well as they'd like. As a result, he's still there and bored to tears. I try to spend as many evenings with him as I can, which, I'm afraid, are not nearly as many as I'd like. Another direction in which to be pulled.
So today, I'm taking a breath. The sun is shining (finally! I'm in the Finger Lakes and, while we were only brushed by Sandy here - another stress! - there has been precious little sunshine for the last two weeks). I have bananas that have gone black, tomatoes that are beginning to rot, layers of dust on my furniture and winter clothes I still haven't gotten down from the attic.
And that's my day today. I'm staying home, enjoying the sunshine and nesting. I'm going to bake banana bread, make spaghetti sauce and pull out my winter wardrobe. In addition, I'm going to vacuum the house, gather up the dust bunnies and rake leaves.
Just as soon as I have a cup of cocoa and watch the morning sun...
Play safe!
Diana
Tuesday, November 06, 2012
Warning: Today's workshop starts with a rant.
Stepping up onto her soapbox, Diana clears her throat and begins as the crowd quiets. She holds up a blue paperback book and begins.
I just finished reading this book. Jude Deveraux's Forever. It's a quick read because it keeps you enthralled throughout. I'd begun it over the weekend and then came home from work on Monday, sat in front of the gas fireplace and read straight through to the end in one sitting. Skipped dinner because I wanted to know what was going to happen to these characters. She made me care and I needed to know they were going to make it.
And then she did it again.
I know better. Jude has disappointed me in the past. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson, but no. I let her sucker me along, interested, caring...feeling the tension build in me as we approached the climax and then...bam! The next chapter starts a year later and, instead of SEEING the action of the climax, the characters tell it to me after the fact. It's a simple summary of what happened during the most climactic scenes of the book.
I wanted to throw the book into my gas fire.
Fire in her eyes, Diana steps down from her soapbox, takes a deep breath, and continues with the workshop...
To a certain extent, this goes along with last week's workshop. We're still talking about seeing the scene vs. just summarizing it. The difference is, this week, we're also talking about author-reader trust.
When you write a story, no matter what the length, you enter into an unspoken contract with the reader. They expect that you will follow through on all your plot lines, that you will provide them with scenes they can "watch" inside their minds, that you will engage their emotions and take them on an emotional journey all the way through the book. They expect to care about your characters - to laugh with them, cry with them, get angry at the same things they do. This is what readers want when they pick up your book.
And when you don't deliver, they drop you like the proverbial hot potato and getting them back in a different story is often difficult, if not impossible. "Oh, yeah. I read one of hers a few years back. Didn't like it. What else do you have?"
It's okay if what you read wasn't your cup of tea. I don't much care for American Literature (with the capital letters) but I love fantasy, science fiction, romance and even the occasional western. You won't catch me reading a horror novel (the few times I did I ended up with nightmares for a week!). I'm not talking about tastes in reading here. I'm talking about the quality of the story.
The only activity I'm going to give you this week is to go through your bookshelf and make two lists: the top ten books you loved and the top ten books you hated (actually, you probably don't have the books you hated on your shelf. That's okay. Make a list anyway!).
Focusing on story only, what was it that make you love (or hate) those books? No, "the teacher made me read it" doesn't count as a reason. And "I like this because it was interesting" or "I hated it because it was boring" don't go far enough. What made it interesting/boring? How did the author live up to the contract you expected?
One of the best ways to learn how to write is to read. Pick up your favorite of the lot and leaf through it, reading the best passages again, this time with an author's eye. What techniques did that author use? How did he/she make you care? And how did he/she live up to the contract between the two of you?
*****
In America, today is voting day. If you have not yet cast your vote, please do so! It is a right we should never take for granted.
*****
The residents displaced by Hurricane Sandy might not ever be able to go home. The New Jersey coastline has been rebuild by Mother Nature and they will need to find new places to live. Please consider a donation to the Red Cross to help out.
*****
Play safe, everyone!
Diana
PS. Edited for a spelling error.
I've just spent the last hour cleaning up the website. To wit:
There are now links on the Purchasing Info tab to excerpts to all the books I've self-published, including TIED TO HOME (which released yesterday. Go ahead...you know you want a copy!)
Diana Allandale's books have been removed from that page and all links are now complete on her tab.
Excerpt links added to all Diana Allandale and CF Duprey books.
Added TIED TO HOME to the sidebar with link to the purchasing page.
brought complete list of all books written up-to-date on the purchasing tab (scroll to bottom)
Still on the to-do list:
create a tab dedicated to my EC books with links to all those.
It's November 1st and my Sweet Spot book has released in all ebook formats! Yes, it's erotic romance. Yes, it features hot, down-and-dirty sex. Yes, there's lots of rope...lots and lots of rope...that needs tying -and untying! What? You want a tease? A taste? An excerpt? Oh...Okay! :) Read on!
TIED TO HOME
by Diana Hunter
All Rights Reserved
Blurb: Wiste hasn't ever had a problem with self-bondage - until
today. When the key to the handcuffs breaks off and jams the lock, she has to
accept help from a source she thought long-buried in the past -- Matt Carter.
As for Matt, he'd never seen this side of Wisteria Penny
Lane in the past...and he likes what he sees now.
Excerpt:
Matt
Carter sauntered in, taking a moment to look around. Wisteria Penny Lane. She’d
taken a lot of heat for her name when they were kids. Hippie parents who didn’t
have a clue the teasing they’d saddled onto their only child. He wondered if
they still had that commune outside of town.
He’d
seen the ropes, of course. And the marks around her breasts. She’d been tied up
pretty well. Who knew when they lost their virginity together in the barn on
her parent’s farm that the girl would grow up to have kinky tastes? Or that
he’d grow up to have them as well?
Now
she stood, defiant and proud, her wrists held out before her in challenge.
She’d thrown a book at his head the last
time he’d seen her, as he recalled. If Brian had told him whose lock he was
going to fix, he doubted he’d have come.
“Let
me see what I can do. Have a seat.”
There
was a small chest on the floor in front of the window and he gestured to it.
“I’d
rather stand.”
“I’m
sure you would. But I need steady hands and that’s easier to do when I’m kneeling.”
He smirked. “And you always did want me down on one knee, as I recall.”
“You
bastard. Get the fuck out of my house.”
He
drew back in mock astonishment. “Wisteria Lane, such language!”
“I
don’t want you here. Tell Brian he sent the wrong man.”
Matt
studied her face. A war went on there. One moment she seemed fully in control,
the next she was a breath away from breaking down into full-blown panic mode.
Fascinated, he watched the control side take over again. When she spoke this
time, her voice was more leveled.
“Go
away, Carter. I meant what I said the last time I saw you.”
“Yeah,
I remember. That you never wanted to see me again. Well, here I am. And you’re
stuck and I can get you free.” He held up the small case of tools. “Picking
locks is something I do.”
Wisteria
sat down hard on the chest, her wrists still held out before her. “Turned to a
life of crime?” She sounded bitter and Matt recognized she felt defeated.
“Worked
with a security firm for a while,” he explained as he knelt down before her and
opened the case. He pulled out a dark blue roll of felt and unfolded it as he
spoke. “They had a master locksmith as part of their crew and he taught me a
few things.”
“Security
firms are supposed to keep people out, not get them in.”
He
snorted. “You’d be surprised at how often people lock themselves out of their
own systems. First thing they taught me was how to break into a car with a
slimjim.” Carefully, he reached for her hands. “Now, let me see.”
She
said nothing to him as he examined the problem. The first piece caught in the
lock of the handcuffs came out easily enough with a small tweezers. The second
proved more difficult and he had to twist around to work the lock from her side
of it. That put him uncomfortably close and her perfume distracted him.
Pretending
his shoulder didn’t touch hers was another distraction. And that string bikini
wasn’t helping. He remembered those breasts, how soft they felt in his hands,
how he could make her purr by licking her nipple…
The
piece sprang free and with a twist, he opened the handcuffs, totally shocked by
the feeling of disappointment that washed over him. What was he thinking? Wiste
wanted no part of him. And, if he was honest with himself, admittedly not one
of his strong points, he didn’t really want a complication in his life right
now. He’d just left one in the desert of LasVegas, he didn’t need to pick up
another one here in Connecticut.
“Yes!”
Her
exaltation was immediate. He didn't say a word, only putting his tools away,
re-rolling the felt and putting it back in its case. Wisteria jumped up and
brushed past him as if he didn’t exist.
“Em,
he did it. Emily? Em!”
But
Matt knew Emily had left. He’d heard her sneak down the stairs before he’d even
gotten his tools out. For reasons of her own, Emily Baker had left them alone.
The print edition will be available shortly (it's currently under review for formatting and typos). In the meantime, get your ebook copy today!
