Dear readers and writers,
Time for Friday's 100 word response to a photo posted by Madison Woods (http://madison-woods.com) along with others all over the world. I always appreciate any input to make the writing better along with reactions to the content. Cheers, Lorelei
Whitewash
No teenagers live here, so my chances of selling off the whitewash opportunity are nil. This whole wall has to be done by tonight, Nico said. I wanted to go to school today too. We were going to see a movie about pirates but of course, he has to have the back of the inn whitewashed. And for whom? Who will ever see it in this narrow street back here, except for old Stefanos and his donkey picking up the trash barrels? Of course, his daughter Maria sometimes comes along. Okay, I'm getting to work. But first, let's see how I can make my hair come to a point.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Harvest Moon Dreams
Hi readers and writers,
I have always been fascinated with the harvest moon, especially with how big it looks. I know we're supposed to think the huge size is an optical illusion nowadays, but I must say I am not really convinced that some trick of resonance with golden pumpkins and ripe corn doesn't inflate its image as seen by earthlings during harvest season. Or warm air cooling, or something.
Every year, I feel a pull from that moon, a need to go outside and look at its shape and whatever I can see of its mottled surface. I love its yellower-than-usual color and how it seems to hang right over the tops of the trees, brushing them with bright moonlight. I'm sorry to say Halloween was not a favorite holiday when I was a kid, being too closely associated with Twilight Zone and similar fantasies, but the moon made the season worthwhile. I kept sketches of its shape every night during October most years.
Today, it's hard to remember there IS a moon, we are so insulated. But moonlight sneaks around the curtains and stripes the blue bedroom rug, and I have to go and look. Is it round? Gibbous? Waxing or waning? When does it rise and set each night? You do realize (or maybe not) that rising/setting times change a lot each day? If you're not a moon-watcher, give it a try this season. It will pull you in.
cheers,
Lorelei
I have always been fascinated with the harvest moon, especially with how big it looks. I know we're supposed to think the huge size is an optical illusion nowadays, but I must say I am not really convinced that some trick of resonance with golden pumpkins and ripe corn doesn't inflate its image as seen by earthlings during harvest season. Or warm air cooling, or something.
Every year, I feel a pull from that moon, a need to go outside and look at its shape and whatever I can see of its mottled surface. I love its yellower-than-usual color and how it seems to hang right over the tops of the trees, brushing them with bright moonlight. I'm sorry to say Halloween was not a favorite holiday when I was a kid, being too closely associated with Twilight Zone and similar fantasies, but the moon made the season worthwhile. I kept sketches of its shape every night during October most years.
Today, it's hard to remember there IS a moon, we are so insulated. But moonlight sneaks around the curtains and stripes the blue bedroom rug, and I have to go and look. Is it round? Gibbous? Waxing or waning? When does it rise and set each night? You do realize (or maybe not) that rising/setting times change a lot each day? If you're not a moon-watcher, give it a try this season. It will pull you in.
cheers,
Lorelei
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Thursday, October 4, 2012
#FridayFictioneers: Shadowed Kitchen
Hi readers and writers,
Time for a new 100-word fiction piece inspired by www.madison-woods.com #FridayFictioneers challenges. This week's photo is by Raina Ng. If you go to Madison's website, you can join in...it's fun to write these and even more fun to see all the different responses to the same image.
I would love any input readers have for me on how to make this snippet better, as well as (of course!) any comments of enjoyment.
Shadowed Kitchen
Here I sat every day in the sweet-smelling shadows after school, after the bus dropped me off. The smell of the cumin, coriander, ginger, cinnamon from the jars on the wall always made me daydream of food while I solved the math problems or English analogies. In those days, every teacher gave us 25 short answer items a night. Their mantra was "homework works." In today's world, Adam only learns from the focus of his attention: his computer. He almost doesn't even watch television any more.
Time for a new 100-word fiction piece inspired by www.madison-woods.com #FridayFictioneers challenges. This week's photo is by Raina Ng. If you go to Madison's website, you can join in...it's fun to write these and even more fun to see all the different responses to the same image.
I would love any input readers have for me on how to make this snippet better, as well as (of course!) any comments of enjoyment.
Shadowed Kitchen
Here I sat every day in the sweet-smelling shadows after school, after the bus dropped me off. The smell of the cumin, coriander, ginger, cinnamon from the jars on the wall always made me daydream of food while I solved the math problems or English analogies. In those days, every teacher gave us 25 short answer items a night. Their mantra was "homework works." In today's world, Adam only learns from the focus of his attention: his computer. He almost doesn't even watch television any more.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
The Blackbird Sings, Coming Soon
Hi readers and writers,
I enjoy the annual project of Writing Our Way Home authors Fiona Robyn and Kaspalita, the River of Small Stones they collect in January. Writers all over the world try to observe something with great intensity and write a short description of it, each day for a month. A few of these "small stones" are collected by Fiona and Kaspalita and made into a book, an ebook and usually a paperback as well. The collection of small stones, with philosophical musings of Fiona and Kaspalita, will be released soon. It's called The Blackbird Sings this year, and I really like the cover design, shown above. It will be for sale on Amazon and its release will be celebrated by a world-wide festival of new Small Stone poetry. I'm proud to have a poem in the collection, but I bought last year's even though I had not participated in the project. I'd encourage you to look at it and if you enjoy short poems, to buy it and perhaps to try your hand a small stone writing. January will be here soon, and you would surely enjoy joining in if you decide to participate.
cheers,
Laura
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Exchanging Matter With the Universe
Dear readers and writers,
I watched a commercial on TV by accident today and it showed a man made of money, constantly losing dollars as he steered a boat across a lake. It reminded me of something we don't think about very often. When we touch things, we leave some of our molecules behind and pick up some of the molecules of the object we felt. We exchange matter. Seeing doesn't do that, but touching does. You leave a sort of calling card and pick up evidence of where you've been. You aren't exactly the same person as you were before you ran your hand along that rounded stair banister or shining oak table.
I like that idea a lot because it means we're connected with the things around us. All we have to do is reach out and touch something and we merge with it in a micro way. I don't know if you've ever touched a butterfly or moth and had a few scales from its wings come off on your fingers. I had that experience as a child and thought it was pixie dust. It does look magical, colors beyond what our clothes dyers can produce, shiny and dusty at the same time. But you've left something for the moth or butterfly, it's just less gorgeous. Some DNA, some skin cells, collagen, a bit of lipid.
What it really reminds me of is potlatch, the party given by Native Americans in the Vancouver area at which you bring a gift, give it, and take something away with you. A sort of gift exchange. I think it would be good for us to become more conscious that this is the way we interact with the universe.
Some exchanges are not equal over time. I think of the hollows in old stone steps, where many feet have taken a few molecules each time until there's a bite out of the stone. If we didn't wear shoes, would our molecules have filled in those gaps?
cheers,
Laura
Photo credit : Wikipedia/Creative Commons with thanks.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Friday Fictioneers: Trolls
Hi readers and writers,
It's Friday Fictioneers again. If you'd like to "play" along then go to www.madison-woods.com, where on the blog you'll find all the details about Friday Fictioneers. The photo prompt this week is pasted below (Photo by Sandra Crook). We write a 100 word response between Weds and Friday and link them all to Madison Woods' blog. I am always amazed at how diverse the responses are, given the same photo!
It's Friday Fictioneers again. If you'd like to "play" along then go to www.madison-woods.com, where on the blog you'll find all the details about Friday Fictioneers. The photo prompt this week is pasted below (Photo by Sandra Crook). We write a 100 word response between Weds and Friday and link them all to Madison Woods' blog. I am always amazed at how diverse the responses are, given the same photo!
Trolls
As soon as I went through the open gate, I felt it. A menace hung in the air, especially over those rocks. I passed the red crystal over the one to the left. The crystal intoned, "Troll." How had they been turned into stones? Was it safe to go this way? Would they reanimate at night and track me down? Vancu needed the crystal and I had to try to get it to him. I wrapped my drab cloak tightly around me and walked down the steps between the troll rocks. As I passed between them I heard a bass "thrum" and creaking noises. I started to run.
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Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Barbara Abercrombie Interview on Year of Writing Dangerously
Dear readers and writers:
One of the most inspiring writers and writing teachers I know has recently released a new book called A Year of Writing Dangerously. Barbara Abercrombie, author of many books and UCLA Extension professor, has been on a book tour recently: watch for her near you. She's so enjoyable to hear in person! Here is an interview on her most recent work.
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1. LH Your
new writing book has an unusual structure, combining memoir, interviews,
quotations. How did you come to
this design for the book?
BA I think the design came from a number of
sources – first, I got the title
in my head but for a long time I couldn’t figure out the voice, or whether the
book’s structure should be monthly or weekly or daily. A writer friend cleared
that up for me when he said he’d immediately buy a writing book of inspiration
if it had daily entries to read. I
paid attention to that because I wanted the book to be for all writers –
experienced/published as well as those just starting out.
I was also influenced by having written a
blog for six years – it felt really comfortable to write in short pieces. As
for the quotes – I use writer’s quotes all the time when I teach. I’m a real
literary groupie, so the fun of the book was discovering and then connecting
what favorite writers said to what I was writing about.
2. LH One
of your blurb writers called this a daybook, a book with a writing inspiration
for each day of the year. It could
be that, but is that how you thought of it?
BA Yes, but I also thought of it having an arc
– starting with getting down that first sentence, and then towards the end of
the book, sending work out. My
editor wanted each piece to stand on it’s own, so a reader could dip into it
anywhere – so I hope reading it that way works too.
3. LH The
word “dangerously” hangs in the air and rings like a bell. What made you choose that word to
characterize the writing year?
BA I love that – ‘rings like a bell’! That word just came to me out of the
blue – and I do think writing feels dangerous most of the time. Dangerous 'cause we worry what other
people, especially what our loved ones (our material!) will think, and to
expose our thoughts and feelings, and our imagination just feels dangerous and
risky to most people.
4. LH Early
on, you quote Terry Tempest Williams to the effect that writing is “a bloody
risk,” but I know in Writing Out the Storm you portray a different role for
writing. When is writing pushing
out to the edge and when is it seeking for that healing level of understanding?
BA What an interesting question. I think writing does both – pushes to
the edge – reveals and takes risks -
and also heals. Because it
takes courage to write toward understanding. Writing Out the Storm
is more geared for people who don’t want to become writers but use writing as
therapy. (And I’m going back to
reread it to see where I contradicted myself!) I know that when people came to the writing workshop the
book was based on, they were really scared and it took weeks and sometimes
months of writing in a safe group to get them to be more honest and open in
their writing.
5. LH On
the first day (of creation?) you describe going up to Lake Arrowhead and say, “Whenever I arrive up there, I’m grateful
that I made it,…” The road up the
mountain is, as you describe it, full of danger. How important is making the metaphor real in your writing
process?
BA (I’m not exactly sure what you mean with
this question but I’ll give it a
go.)
Some writers think in metaphor and it helps
them, others couldn’t come up with a metaphor if their life depended on
it. So some will not connect with
this idea – And perhaps there’s no way to make this metaphor real in your
writing practice. But metaphor can act as kind of a lift-off point.
(LH note: driving that highway makes me check for new white hairs and massage my white knuckles until they relax. Maybe she dreads it less.)
6. LH On
day 4, you remind us that “No one will read what you’re writing until you allow
them to.” That’s a very powerful
idea, but then you write about rewriting.
Have you experienced long periods of with-holding things you’ve written
yourself, or even of burning or tearing apart some dangerous writing?
BA I find that the process can feel dangerous
– not usually the writing itself.
In the past I’ve experience dreadful bouts of writer’s block during
which I was so judgmental of my own writing that I couldn’t get anything
written. It all felt dangerous.
And every time I start a new project it still feels dangerous – the only
difference is that now I know this is just how it is, so I start slamming stuff
down on the page and with enough rewriting it’s usually okay.
7. LH I
love the moment when you say, “…if you feel you need permission to write about
yourself or whatever you need to write about, I give you permission.” What has happened in your writing
classes when you’ve granted this permission to your students?
BA Amazing things! Essays and memoirs get
written! They also realize in a
class how interested other students are in their stories. That we really want to know about each
other’s lives. That every single
person has a story – or many stories to write.
8. LH You
talk about the role of poetry to direct our attention to “feelings, ideas,
language.” You often begin a
writing class by reading a poem.
How would you say hearing a poem affects student writing? Do the pieces resemble each other
more? Are they richer in imagery?
BA Their writing becomes more free. Poems can lift us out of a linear rut. (and
then this happened and then this…..) Poems make leaps and prose can do the
same. Also a good poem makes you
realize the weight of one word – or just a few words. So it helps them to be more economical
with language.
9. LH I
like the quote from Gordon Lish, “Get into trouble. Go to where the jeopardy
is.” In a sense, he believed in
paring down prose to the absolute minimum. I’ve seen notes on his editing that show him removing over
half of a short story. Do you
agree with him that less is more when it comes to showing trouble?
BA I think less is always more when
writing. It’s one of the
hardest things to learn as a writer!
10. LH Having been twice to writing
classes at the Norman Mailer Writers Colony in Norman’s old, lovely home in
Provincetown, MA, right on the water, and going out to eat in some of his
favorite restaurants and to his favorite theatres, I had to laugh at your quote
from Norman, “Writers don’t have lifestyles. They just sit in little rooms and write.” And you yourself have lovely homes to
serve as your home bases when you write.
Is there a point where you shut out the world?
BA Oh, such a good question. And it makes me
feel guilty cause that’s what I should be doing, shutting out the world and
writing. But here I am having this
wonderful back and forth with you, which is so much more fun. And I wrote a blog post today and
posted on Facebook and have finally been convinced I need to get on
Twitter. Since I have a new
book out (and another coming out
next spring) I tell myself I have to do online connecting – but I, and all the
writers I know who are publishing, struggle with this and I write about it in
AYOWD. But to answer your question
– yes, and often I have to go up to my cabin in Lake Arrowhead where there’s
just silence and no internet to reconnect with my writing.
11. LH You quote Abigail Thomas, “It was
a long time before I realized that you don’t have to start right, you just have
to start.” This quote is related
to the permission. What’s the
barrier?
BA So many people – at least this is true of
my new students - think there’s a right
way to write. That you have to
know a lot, or at least know where your story is going, and that you need to be
inspired etc. When in fact to be a
writer you just need a notebook, a journal, and you start writing.
Thanks, Barbara!
LH note: be sure to watch Barbara's book trailer on her web site here: http://www.barbaraabercrombie.com/
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Octodancing: Friday Fictioneers
Hi friends,
I've been away from Friday Fictioneers for several weeks while I got my arthritis pain back under control, so this week I picked my favorite photo I've missed to write about. cheers, Laura
Octodancing
If you only had eight legs yourself, you would understand
now much you are missing when you try to dance. The freedom I have to move fast in any direction is awesome,
if I do say so myself. Of course,
I believe in restraint and tradition so you don’t see me driving all over the
place like Lulu who took that LSD the other day and made something she called a
web. Excuse me, it was just a
mess. But here you see an example
of what I mean. Isn’t it cool to
turn around and make a tiny round web within one space of a bigger one?
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Saturday, September 22, 2012
Lose your mind, come to your senses
Dear readers and writers,
I saw the headline phrase, "Lose your mind, come to your senses," in a newsletter from Mission Trails Regional Park in San Diego. My Environmental Literature class will be visiting there on a field trip Oct 6, and I'm trying to prepare. But I couldn't concentrate after noticing this phrase. It's close to a summary of what we are finding in our readings. Turn off your city mind, your analytics, your skepticism, irony, cynicism, armor of any kind...lose your mind, that carefully cultivated and trained asset you are so proud to possess. Instead, simply open your senses (come to your senses), let the world of nature talk with you, spice your air, chime in with insect rhythms, slay you with the red of a single poppy as happened to Ovid in The Imaginary Life, captivate you with leathery skin of a skink or brushy soft bristles of a fuzzy caterpillar, titillate your taste buds with the flavor of turmeric and coriander or just the green grass sap from a freshly plucked off stem. So many sensory impulses nature would give us if we only could come to our senses. Yes, this phrase is going to be my new mantra. I don't really want to permanently lose my mind but it can hibernate for periods while I reconnect to the fibers of nature, its sensory bonanza. I wish that for you too, and hope you're somewhere that it's possible to get a nature sensory blast every once in a while. Of course it's trite to say it will blow your mind, so perhaps I'll say it'll blow out the cobwebs of your mind with the wind you let in when you lose your mind in this way.
Enjoy! Laura
Photo credit: Wikipedia/Creative Commons, with thanks. Originally taken by Eric Hill.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Ranges and Clouds---Friday Fictioneers
Hi readers and writers,
Here is the photo prompt for the Madison Woods photo challenge this week. My 100 word response is below. I welcome any comments or critique. Join in, and do read all the others. I am always amazed at the range of responses to one photo.
cheers,
Lorelei
Here is the photo prompt for the Madison Woods photo challenge this week. My 100 word response is below. I welcome any comments or critique. Join in, and do read all the others. I am always amazed at the range of responses to one photo.
cheers,
Lorelei
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Sunday, August 19, 2012
What Not to Have
Hi readers and writers,
Because my arthritis is really bad right now, I'm thinking strange thoughts about whether or not we really need joints. Have you seen nudibranchs? Just saying, they don't have joints. Well, they don't have bones either. Invertebrates don't worry about arthritis pain. I'd love to be a gliding marine organism with no joints at all. I used to like to dance, and when I watch the nudibranchs they look like they're dancing. Anybody know why it's not a good idea to become a nudibranch? At least for a story? I've written as a tree for Friday Fictioneers recently, so being an invertebrate for the Point of View seems quite good to me.
Here, for example, is a photo of two nudibranchs (perhaps on a date arranged by Invert Ecstasy?) eating tunicates. A cool fact about them is that if they eat something with a shootable stinger, they can just stick that thing into their own skin and use it on another organism later. I feel a story coming on.
cheers,
Laura
PS Thanks to Nick Hobgood and Creative Commons/Wikipedia for the photo.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2012
#FridayFictioneers Fork
Dear readers and writers,
On Friday, people all over will post their responses to Madison Woods' photo prompt, which you can see here. Do write something and join in! Mine is below the photo, which is copyrighted by Lura Helms. I'd be interested in any reactions and/or critiques you have of mine.
cheers,
Laura
Fork
People eat with forks. They use forks with two, three tines so they can easily lift or stab their bites. Humans call a split between two of my branches a fork too. Well, what about a fork in my trunk where some stupid old man wedged a hose joint twenty years ago, forgot all about it, and now I've grown around it until it's almost a part of my structure? Almost, but not quite. The hose is rotting and the metal ions leach off and run up and down my xylem, subtle poisons that make me creak in the wind.
On Friday, people all over will post their responses to Madison Woods' photo prompt, which you can see here. Do write something and join in! Mine is below the photo, which is copyrighted by Lura Helms. I'd be interested in any reactions and/or critiques you have of mine.
cheers,
Laura
Fork
People eat with forks. They use forks with two, three tines so they can easily lift or stab their bites. Humans call a split between two of my branches a fork too. Well, what about a fork in my trunk where some stupid old man wedged a hose joint twenty years ago, forgot all about it, and now I've grown around it until it's almost a part of my structure? Almost, but not quite. The hose is rotting and the metal ions leach off and run up and down my xylem, subtle poisons that make me creak in the wind.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
This too shall pass.
Dear readers and writers,
I have been feeling a bit panicked about taking up teaching writing at SDSU along with my three MFA courses there and the first year seminar I'm teaching at my home institution. So, after working on some of my course materials, I opened a pdf of Writing Your Way Home by Fiona Robyn, hoping to find a little peace and happiness. Here's the first thing that struck my eye: "Writing is an immediate mirror: it reports back to you. You can't fool anyone, especially yourself. Here you are the doer and the done, the worldly person and the monk. It's an opportunity to unite the inner and the outer, both being the same anyway, only in illusion two. A great challenge, a great practice.” ~Natalie Goldberg"
I took a workshop with Natalie Goldberg in Sedona, AZ two years ago, and it slowed down my "monkey mind" so I could connect with important deeper ideas. So, as I read on, I looked for more ways Fiona might use Goldberg's ideas. And, soon enough, I found this: "Acknowledging that we don't always know who we are (or what we're capable of) reminds us of our ultimate transience. Everything is impermanent, including our own selves. The writer and Zen practitioner Natalie Goldberg says this
I have been feeling a bit panicked about taking up teaching writing at SDSU along with my three MFA courses there and the first year seminar I'm teaching at my home institution. So, after working on some of my course materials, I opened a pdf of Writing Your Way Home by Fiona Robyn, hoping to find a little peace and happiness. Here's the first thing that struck my eye: "Writing is an immediate mirror: it reports back to you. You can't fool anyone, especially yourself. Here you are the doer and the done, the worldly person and the monk. It's an opportunity to unite the inner and the outer, both being the same anyway, only in illusion two. A great challenge, a great practice.” ~Natalie Goldberg"
I took a workshop with Natalie Goldberg in Sedona, AZ two years ago, and it slowed down my "monkey mind" so I could connect with important deeper ideas. So, as I read on, I looked for more ways Fiona might use Goldberg's ideas. And, soon enough, I found this: "Acknowledging that we don't always know who we are (or what we're capable of) reminds us of our ultimate transience. Everything is impermanent, including our own selves. The writer and Zen practitioner Natalie Goldberg says this
very well: “To have an intimate connection with the world …[is]… to know about its passing.”
Ah, yes. At times of great joy, accept and soak it in because it won't stay with you forever. At times of great stress, know too that it's not going to stay. Someday, you may wish you had so much to think about. But whatever you have, the moment is precious. This too shall pass.
That's another memory. My daughter has that phrase tattooed on her foot where she can look down and see it, but it isn't all that obvious to people she passes each day. When I heard from her why she had it, it made me want to cry, but it's a very Zen idea, I think. Give up the bad, give up the good, but don't give up the moment without seeing, feeling, tasting, smelling, hearing its essence. If you pass this way again, it will not be the same. The molecules won't be the same, the people won't be the same, the animals won't be the same, you won't be the same. This "now" is all we have.
cheers,
Laura
Photo credit: Monarch butterfly in May, Wikipedia Commons with thanks.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
#FridayFictioneers: Cherrystones
Hi readers and writers,
This week I am off to St. Louis on Friday, so I'm posting my #Fridayfictioneers 100 word piece a bit early. Am I always early or late? No, once or twice I've done it on Friday! But summer is a time of travel, so dates must bend and sway to accommodate my schedule. Do visit Madison Woods' blog to read more and join in to Friday Fictioneers. She always welcomes new Friday fictioneer writers!
I would like criticism and/or comments. Cheers, Laura
Cherrystones
This week I am off to St. Louis on Friday, so I'm posting my #Fridayfictioneers 100 word piece a bit early. Am I always early or late? No, once or twice I've done it on Friday! But summer is a time of travel, so dates must bend and sway to accommodate my schedule. Do visit Madison Woods' blog to read more and join in to Friday Fictioneers. She always welcomes new Friday fictioneer writers!
I would like criticism and/or comments. Cheers, Laura
Cherrystones
On the beach below Nobska Lighthouse we built a fire. In flat pan with an inch of water and a
handful of Fucus seaweed strewn around rested dozens of Cherrystones,
small clams in white shells, tightly closed. We put the pan on the fire.
Mickey and Royce capered around doing cartwheels while Zooey and I melted
butter with a squeeze of fresh lemon in it. As soon as the clams opened into butterflies, we snatched
them off the fire, pulled out the meat, dunked it into the butter/lemon mix,
and ate a bite of heaven. The
shells went back into the water.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Interview with Kay Murphy on Dogs Who Saved Me
Hi readers and writers,
It gives me great pleasure to post this interview with Kay Murphy on her new book, Lessons I Learned from The Dogs Who Saved Me. This book is a memoir and it's also a love story to some great dogs in Kay's life. She is donating all proceeds from the book above expenses to animal rescue efforts. Best, Laura
The title of this book is very enticing. How did you choose the title?
The idea for this book came as I was sorting through
photographs, putting together an album which included all my dogs. I placed the photos in chronological
order… and as I did so, I began to recall the stories that surrounded these
dogs and how, at one time or another, in one way or another, each had been
instrumental in saving me from harm in some way. ‘These are the dogs,’ I thought, ‘who saved me.’
How many dogs did you write about? Did you include every dog you’ve had, or did you pick and
choose?
The book profiles six dogs, but others are mentioned. Rufus, Sapo, Alex, Ian, Ellie and Osa
were the dogs who companioned with me from the time I was 15 until I was 50. They each have a unique and heroic story
to tell.
What are your feelings about cats? Are they too independent to save people in the same sense?
Actually, two of my cats, Boo and Sugar Plum, have been
featured in two separate Chicken Soup for
the Soul books. Due to my
current living situation, I cannot have a dog, so I don’t know what I’d do
without Sug and Luna, my two current feline friends. They make me laugh and give me love every day. And in fact, there is a memoir, Homer’s Odyssey, which recounts how a
very valiant blind cat saved his human companion from an assault. It’s an amazing read!!
I remember your excitement when you first talked about this
book, but during the writing process your words about it turned pretty
dark. Was it harder to write than
you had expected? What happened
along the way to take the experience to the dark side?
I was wholly unprepared for how difficult it would be to
re-live the experiences of my teen years.
My step-father attempted several times to molest me, and I never felt
safe once he married my mother. I
have never talked about that, certainly never written about it, and recalling
those days of anger and depression brought all those feelings to the surface again. When my mother and wicked step-father
(I’ve always called him that) divorced, they went to court over one item:
Rufus, my dog. His story—and their
fight over him—is included in the book.
I know the focus is supposed to be on your relationship with
dogs, but did you find yourself writing a memoir about your relationship with
other people who were around at the same time? Did you struggle to keep the focus on the dogs, or did you
just let it flow once you were writing?
I tried to keep the focus mainly on my dogs, but it would
have been difficult to describe to the reader how important each dog became if
I didn’t explain my relationship to the people who wounded or betrayed me (or
attempted to assault me). I could
have written much, much more about the men to whom I was married… but that is
water under the bridge now, and not unlike the stories of many other women out
there who find themselves trying to make a marriage work with no support from
the other partner.
Do you outline before you write or do you sit down and let
come what will? How much did you
know about the whole shape of your book before you started to write?
Usually I outline in my head. This time, I walked outside with a notebook, sat down on the
front deck in a comfortable chair and started writing the story out longhand.
Do you write in tiny bits of time like Barbara DeMarco
Barrett advocates, or do you need bigger blocks to make progress? Do you write every day?
Boy, this is a tough question. Yes. No. Sometimes. Often. When I
wrote my previous memoir, Tainted Legacy,
I wrote in big blocks, sometimes four or five hours at a stretch with no
breaks—but I had been researching that book for several years, so when it was
time to write, I completed the entire manuscript in one summer. With Dogs, I found I could only write for an hour or so a day. In truth, I wrote until I was crying so
hard I could no longer type. Then
I would walk out the door and into the forest, just wandering and crying and
taking deep breaths until I regained my composure.
Have you ever faced writers’ block? If so, do you have strategies that
overcome it for you, or do you have to wait it out?
There are times when the writing is stalled, but this never
makes me anxious. It’s all about
problem solving. If I find I can’t
go forward, I walk away for a while and let my subconscious mind take over,
unraveling the knot and looking for a way through. Sometimes I brainstorm on a separate sheet of paper if I
need to. Writing nonfiction is
much easier (for me) than writing fiction. I enjoy story-telling, and man do I have some real-life
stories to tell (such as those in Tainted
Legacy). Fiction… dang,
fiction writers work hard!
What’s your impression of the process of publishing
today? For newbie writers who are
considering how to approach publishing a first book, what would you suggest?
I would suggest that anyone who has done the work of
completing a manuscript should invest time in finding an agent or conventional
publisher. I know it sounds like
heresy coming from a self-published author, but I’ve also published a book
through a conventional publisher, and there are parts of that process that are
great (instant, national publicity, for one). But… take each “No, thank you” with a grain of salt. Simply because someone doesn’t see your
vision does not mean you’re not a good writer. Find a critique group.
If a group of good folks tell you they love your work and would buy it,
start looking at your options for independent publishing. (Oh—that group should not be your
immediate family members….)
You’ve decided to donate the entire proceeds from this book
to animal rescue. Have you had
personal experience working with them?
How did you decide to do this?
During the time that I was working on Dogs, I was also seeing the business model of some companies who
are donating ten and twenty percent of their profit to certain charities. I liked that. Then I encountered young Michala Riggle at www.beadingtobeatautism.org and
my heart just cracked wide open.
She beads bracelets, then sells them to raise money for autism
research. One hundred percent of her profits go to that cause. (She has a brother who is on the autism
spectrum.) She’s an absolute
inspiration. As I believe that my
dogs saved my life and there’s really never enough I can do to repay them, I
decided that, since I’m already donating to several rescues, the net profits
earned from Dogs will go to help
other shelter and rescue dogs.
Please let the blog readers know about your blog and where
to buy your book by giving URLs they can look up.
I’m on blogger:
www.skaymurphy.blogspot.com Mostly, I blog about living in the
forest, but sometimes I offer book recommendations (and there is the occasional
post about professional cycling, a sport I have followed for some thirty
years).
The Dogs Who Saved Me
is available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other online booksellers. Here is the Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Dogs-Who-Saved-Me/dp/1475195567/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1341664075&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Dogs+Who+Saved+Me
Thanks, Kay for sharing your thoughts with the blog readers.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Vote for Your Favorite Writing Book
Dear readers and writers,
I've collected writing books for years. Some have lived on my shelves for a while, then gone to the library for their book sale. Others have been used over and over and as far as I know may stay with me forever. I'm curious if you have the same favorites I do.
I wanted to run a poll but I've tried the Poll gadget on Blogger from three different web browsers and it won't work. I get a message asking me to correct my nonexistent errors, or it won't save it after repeated tries. So, I'll put my list at the bottom of this note. Comment with your choice (blog is moderated to exclude Asian smut and drug offers, so it may take a few hours to appear).
If you have others to suggest, please put them in the comments. I'll probably try them out and someday they may be on my top choices list, but meanwhile you'll share them with a lot of other writers here. BTW, if you've rejected King's because you don't read horror, give it a try. I was glad I had stopped avoiding it the minute I began to read.
If you have advice about the Poll function, I'd love to have that too!
cheers,
Laura
Photo credit: Wikipedia, with thanks.
1. Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones
2. Brenda Ueland, If You Want to Write
3. Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
4. William Zinsser, On Writing Well
5. Stephen King, On Writing
6. Barbara Abercrombie, Writing Out the Storm
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Silent Scream #Friday Fictioneers
Hi readers and writers,
This week, Madison Woods' posting is gruesome but surprising. Her photo shows the results of a vertical series of cutbacks of vegetation along her road by a road crew...kill or cure this plant invasion seems to be the message. Such a painful looking response to a cut of a grapevine! Anyway, by Friday I had to write 100 words about this. They appear below. Visit Madison's website to join in the #FridayFictioneers fun.
cheers,
Laura
Silent Scream
I welcome criticism or any kind of suggestions for improvement.
They told me I would understand the animal when I wore this ring. But this is stranger, more painful, not at all what I bargained for. Those road workers just wanted to keep the woodsy road clear for vehicles I'm sure. But the wholesale hacking got these reactions from the plants, especially the grapevines, reactions that felt just like they were screaming with pain. Can a cut be like a burn? I don't know, but that's what I'd describe it as, after listening to these agonized vines for two days.
I know I could take off the ring. But I bargained to get it so I could get a message from the birds, and I don't have it yet. I'm stuck listening to any being with something to say. Please, vines, heal yourselves fast.
This week, Madison Woods' posting is gruesome but surprising. Her photo shows the results of a vertical series of cutbacks of vegetation along her road by a road crew...kill or cure this plant invasion seems to be the message. Such a painful looking response to a cut of a grapevine! Anyway, by Friday I had to write 100 words about this. They appear below. Visit Madison's website to join in the #FridayFictioneers fun.
cheers,
Laura
Silent Scream
I welcome criticism or any kind of suggestions for improvement.
They told me I would understand the animal when I wore this ring. But this is stranger, more painful, not at all what I bargained for. Those road workers just wanted to keep the woodsy road clear for vehicles I'm sure. But the wholesale hacking got these reactions from the plants, especially the grapevines, reactions that felt just like they were screaming with pain. Can a cut be like a burn? I don't know, but that's what I'd describe it as, after listening to these agonized vines for two days.
I know I could take off the ring. But I bargained to get it so I could get a message from the birds, and I don't have it yet. I'm stuck listening to any being with something to say. Please, vines, heal yourselves fast.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Self-Publishing Explosion
Dear readers and writers,
I'm blown away by these numbers. In 2010, there were 133,036 new ISBNs registered for self-published books, according to Bowker. In 2011, there were 211,269. It seems inescapable to conclude that the main stream publishers have been acting as a dam holding back the words of thousands of would-be authors. The niche market book needs of the US are now probably solved. If we publish 300,000 next year, can they be sold to anyone?
Maybe. After all, if you read about magazine markets, there are evergreen types of articles they discuss, ones that more or less can be updated annually and still interest people.
Here are a few more details about what kinds of books are self-published today. Last year, fiction was 45% and nonfiction 38%. The average price of self-published fiction is $6.94, but the average for nonfiction titles was $19.32. E-books were 41% of self-published books but only 11% of sales income because the average e-book sold for only $3.18.
You may have noticed that there are more ways to get reviews of self-published books now and self-published books have been generating awards systems, since most mainstream awards rule them out. It looks like a whole parallel structure is growing out there, led by CreateSpace, Lulu, and others, and much larger and more lucrative than the mainstream publishers. They are still claiming the quality high ground, although they've notably signed a few of the most successful self-publishers recently.
Food for thought!
cheers,
Laura
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Op Ed on Title IX and US Women in Olympics
Hi readers and writers,
Tomorrow, the LA Daily News will carry my Op Ed piece on Title IX's role in producing our stellar group of women going to the Olympics, the first time more women than men are going for the US team.
Check it out here: http://www.dailynews.com/blogs/ci_21167210/laura-hoopes-title-ix-is-bedrock-female-olympians
cheers,
Laura
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Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Friday Fictioneers: Faucet Fancies
Hi readers and writers,
Here is my 100 word response to Madison Woods' photo prompt of this week. If you'd like to try writing a response (it's fun!), you could go over to her blog, get inspired, and write your own 100 word piece to share and compare with the Friday Fictioneers. Cheers, Laura
Ideas for improvement or general comments on Faucet Fancies are welcome!
Here is my 100 word response to Madison Woods' photo prompt of this week. If you'd like to try writing a response (it's fun!), you could go over to her blog, get inspired, and write your own 100 word piece to share and compare with the Friday Fictioneers. Cheers, Laura
Ideas for improvement or general comments on Faucet Fancies are welcome!
“Bill, this faucet needs a new washer. It keeps on dripping.”
“Who cares? A
little more water won’t hurt. The
strawberry plants could use more.”
“But it’s
desert and we’re wasting water and…”
Bill had folded his newspaper and left the room.
I decided it was time to learn about drips myself, so I went
to Home Depot. A nice young man
with a blond brush-cut told me what to do. I bought a few different sizes just in case, and the wrench
he recommended.
“Hey, I thought you said this dripped?” Bill said the next morning.
I just smirked.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Author Interview and Favorite Questions
Hi readers and writers,
Fascinating Authors just did an interview with me about Breaking Through the Spiral Ceiling that is posted here. (If the link is broken, paste this URL into your browser to see it: http://www.fascinatingauthors.com/interviews/fascinating-author-interviews-laura-l-mays-hoopes/). I really enjoyed some of the questions and that made me wonder, either as readers of interviews or as authors being interviewed, what questions have you found most interesting? I'll share some of mine in the comments in a few days. If you've always wanted some kind of author insight, this is a chance to help me pick out questions for my next round of author interviews!
best,
Laura Hoopes
Sunday, July 22, 2012
#Friday Fictioneers late, Grape Arbor Danger
Hi readers and writers,
I'm getting back into town from Arkansas and Texas, and so I'm posting my Friday Fictioneers piece late again. See Madison Woods' blog for details and to see all the other photo responses.
I'm getting back into town from Arkansas and Texas, and so I'm posting my Friday Fictioneers piece late again. See Madison Woods' blog for details and to see all the other photo responses.
I'd love any suggestions for improvement or responses to this posting.
Grape Arbor Danger
The grapevines climbed over the arbor. Lucy looked around for Mark but didn’t
see him. It was an odd place to
meet.
Suddenly there were hands over her eyes. “Guess who?”
“Mark?”
“No.” Something hit her over the head. When she came to, her eyes were covered
and her arms and legs were tied up.
The man picked her up and carried her for a few minutes, then dropped
her. She heard sounds of fighting,
then crashing through the brush.
Mark said, “I’m
so sorry, Lucy. This is not your
fight.” He cut the cords and took off the rag from her eyes.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
The Color of Water and Glaciers
Dear readers and writers,
I wrote about the indescribable color of the water in bays with tidewater glaciers that slowly pour their ice into the water before I went to Alaska to visit Glacier Bay. I thought I'd post a few of the pictures I took there. It isn't possible to capture exactly the blue that you see when there, in fact I see when I paste them in that the computer won't even show the same blues I can see on my camera screen, but you can get some indication of how overwhelming the presence of these natural phenomena can be. What I can't show you at all is the crack and thunder you hear when the new icebergs give way and fall into the water from the face of the glacier.
Cheers,
Laura
I wrote about the indescribable color of the water in bays with tidewater glaciers that slowly pour their ice into the water before I went to Alaska to visit Glacier Bay. I thought I'd post a few of the pictures I took there. It isn't possible to capture exactly the blue that you see when there, in fact I see when I paste them in that the computer won't even show the same blues I can see on my camera screen, but you can get some indication of how overwhelming the presence of these natural phenomena can be. What I can't show you at all is the crack and thunder you hear when the new icebergs give way and fall into the water from the face of the glacier.
Cheers,
Laura
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Friday, July 13, 2012
Libby Grandy Interview Re Desert Soliloquy
Hi readers and writers,
Libby Grandy has recently published a suspense novel, Desert Soliloquy. Here is an interview with her about this new book, which I highly enjoyed. Cheers,
Laura
LH: The setting for the story is in the desert, and I wonder if you used specific locales and buildings that you researched in the story?
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Libby Grandy has recently published a suspense novel, Desert Soliloquy. Here is an interview with her about this new book, which I highly enjoyed. Cheers,
Laura
LH: How did you become a writer, Libby?
LG: I loved English in school, but most of my writing was in the area of journalism. I didn’t attempt fiction until I was in my forties. I took a creative writing class and began writing short stories. One of those short stories became a novel, because I fell in love with the main character—Lydia, an eighty-year-old woman.
LH: What is your favorite thing you’ve written?
LG: I have to choose my novel, Lydia, the second book in my women’s fiction trilogy. The character is a compilation of all the wonderful women in my life. I also loved writing the sequel to Lydia—True Abundance. I plan to publish the first book of the trilogy, Promises to Keep, a ghost story, in the spring of 2013.
LH: You blog about writing a great deal. What kinds of resources will writers find on your blog?
LG: Writers will find suggestions about writing and marketing in my blogs, but I have full-length articles on my website. They cover subjects such as researching agents, critique groups, guidelines for first-time writers, self-publishing, writing tips, etc. Several of the articles have been published in Writers’ Journal, so I have to assume editors found them helpful.
LH; In your novel, Desert Soliloquy, you keep the story grounded in the characters but at the same time, you weave in a lot of very current ideas about mining, industry, finances. How did you get up to speed on these topics?
LG: My husband and Google. My two best friends. My husband has worked in both law enforcement and aerospace and really helped with the central plot in Desert Soliloquy.
LH: Do you outline your novel before you start or do you write in part to find out what’s going to happen in the story line?
LG: I write from “the seat of my pants,” and hope that the next chapter will come. It might not be comfortable for some writers, but I love not knowing for sure what is going to happen next. Sometimes it surprises me, and that’s always exciting. I worry about plot details after I’ve gotten the main story down. My weekly critique group often has invaluable suggestions.
LH: The setting for the story is in the desert, and I wonder if you used specific locales and buildings that you researched in the story?
LG: There is a renovated silver mining “ghost town” in the high desert of California. I fell in love with Calico the first time my husband and I visited the town. I incorporated the historical facts in regard to Calico into the novel. Anyone visiting the ghost town will recognize the locations from Desert Soliloquy.
I remember sitting in the town’s old cemetery around noontime, leaning against a tombstone, typing on my laptop. I suddenly realized a woman was staring down at me. She said, “Are you from LA?” I had to laugh. Apparently if you are sitting in the middle of the desert in a cemetery in the hot sun, on a laptop, you must be from LA. I explained I was from a small town thirty miles east of LA. I believe she was a bit disappointed.
LH: A part of the novel hinges on development of a love triangle involving the heroine. She is not a twenty-something but a mature woman. Did you encounter resistance to using a mature woman in this plot?
LG: Since the main character is a mature woman, the love triangle simply developed naturally. Young readers need to know that mature love can be just as emotionally and physically passionate as young love. The relationships between the two young characters and the older characters provide a window into both worlds.
LH: As in most suspense novels, sophisticated medical knowledge and weapons know-how were required to write the book. How did you learn about these topics?
LG: I wish I could say that I interviewed prominent doctors and military men, but the truth is, again, my resources were basically Google and my husband.
LH: Did you have an agent? Tell us about publishing this book.
LG: I have had two agents over the past few years, one for my ghost story, Promises to Keep, the first book of my women’s fiction trilogy and the other for my mystery, Desert Soliloquy. Both had been agents for many years and were sure that they would have no trouble selling the stories. Unfortunately, it was when the economy began to go downhill, and neither could get anyone to read the manuscripts. My agent for Desert Soliloquy was basically told that the companies she had successfully sold manuscripts to in the past were not reading work from new writers. Both agents have semi-retired, in the sense that they still represent their old clients but are not taking on new ones.
I have to say, however, it was a wonderful experience working with them. They were so helpful and supportive of my writing and my stories. The last agent pointed out a flaw in one part of the Desert Soliloquy plot, which was easily fixable. She also taught me to lose the unnecessary adverbs. I will always be grateful to her for that. I just recently talked to both of them, and they are thrilled that I’ve published Desert Soliloquy.
Last year, I began researching self-publishing, using Mark Levine’s book, The Fine Print of Self-Publishing, as my guide. I finally decided on CreateSpace, and it has been a wonderful experience. I plan to publish one book a year with them for the next four years—my trilogy and the manuscript I’m presently working on.
LH: What tips do you have for the blog readers about marketing?
LG: I believe it is very important for writers to begin building their platform and brand long before their first book is published. Having a website and/or blog is essential. Join Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn and all social media venues possible. Brand your name, not your book. Who is going to remember the word “soliloquy,” let alone be able to spell it? Hopefully, they will remember Libby Grandy when my other books become available.
Most of all, focus on the word “social” when you begin marketing your book through the social media. Use the venues to support other writers. Enjoy meeting new people through your marketing.
This is a very exciting time for writers but don’t get so caught up in the marketing process that you forget to do what you love to do best—write!
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