Archive for February 21, 2009

Trees

Trees are definitely on my sweet-spot map. Ask me what a sweet-spot map is sometime. I’ll be happy to explain. Here is a tree images from my portfolio.

It’s the weekend so ideally I should not be writing because I’ve decided to give myself weekends off, but I wasn’t able to get much done during the week, so in fact it is a working weekend. Truly all my weekend are working weekends. There is always housework and laundry that has piled up during the week, and all housework and laundry makes for a dull existence so write or paint on the weekend anyway. I just don’t pressure myself quite as much.

The scene that I should have written this week is one were Ursus, a young student at a wizardry school is confronted by his teacher, Master Donger, for making a mess–literally a mess of porridge–on the Great Hall floor.

And now, back to Master Donger’s umbrage with Ursus.

Links not there

Bleah! Can you believe it. This is the first time I’ve noticed that my links are not showing up in the sidebar Apparently that is because this theme is not sidebar aware. In the very near future I will change my theme and make sure I get important links up. In the meantime you can reach Holly Lisle’s Think Sideways Website here and her main website here. You’ll find lots of terrific free writing information at her website. Mugging the Muse is a must read.

Holly Lisle’s Think Sideways Course and other Good Stuff

A little more than six months ago I signed up for Holly Lisle’s Think Sideways course. I had understood it to be a writing course. It is that and so much more. Holly is unstinting in sharing what she has learned in her seventeen year writing career. Her life has informed her writing skills and what she has learned as a writer has informed the way she lives her life. The cost of the course is very reasonable and you get a super-size portion of writing knowledge for a small price. You’ll find the link to her website and the Think Sideways course in the sidebar.

A bonus of this course is that the graduates get to continue to access each other, and Holly’s knowledge in the forums as we work through writing our novels. Holly is writing a novel along side of us and posting her methods and results as we all go along.

As a new writer I have picked up all sorts of advice and slavishly applied it to my writing. When you are a beginner is is often hard to know whether the advice given is good advice. Sometimes it’s not, or at least the way you understood it and apply is not. In a previous writing class ‘show, don’t tell’ was a mantra. I learned that too well. Consequently it was pointed out by one of my fellow Sideways graduates that my writing was interesting but lacked emotion. I didn’t take the comment lightly. I have been working so hard and frankly I would have preferred to hear, “Wow, that is a stunning bit of writing.”

I chose, however, to make this a learning experience. You see, if I’d let myself be angry or hurt, nothing at would have been accomplished. Instead I decided to try to find out what exactly it meant to have written prose that distanced the viewer and held back emotion. Let me tell you that if you are going to give your character depth you can go only so far showing emotion and not telling it. Remember those old silent movies with Pauline tied to the tracks with the train coming closer and closer. Her actions were frantic and melodramatic. Maybe that’s what you needed to do when you didn’t have a soundtrack. Trying to portray the subtler emotions we feel is darn hard if you take ”showing, don’t tell” to seriously.  There is a time to show and a time to tell and a time to do both for the same situation.

Now isn’t that a brilliant bit of learning. Furthermore, this isn’t something I didn’t at some level know, but if you are not believing in yourself you are inclined to embrace what other people tell you too easily. It’s all part of being a newbie. I’m beginning to think that I’m emerging into the next writer stage. I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s not ‘newbie’.

Writing and Upgrading WordPress

I spent a nice chunk of my day working on my novel currently known as TBWT. It felt good to get some work done toward my goal of having the whole thing revised and in its final condition by the end of April. That is my goal, but on bad days I wonder if I’ll ever finish the darn thing and move onto something else. The word count is mounting though I know I have huge chunks to slash. I’m planning to have a manuscript of about 90,000 to 100,000 words.

I’m going to to use this space as more of a writing blog than I have in the past, and to that end I have upgraded WordPress to its latest stable version. Despite my trepidations that the upgrade would be a long and horrid ordeal, it wasn’t. WordPress claims you can install it in 5 minutes. It didn’t take much longer than that to upgrade, from backup to done. There are further changes planned. The theme I’ve chosen doesn’t include a sidebar so I think I will bastardize another theme that does.

Findings on the Road to Happiness

Some people like to go deep. I’m one of them. I’m not sure if it is the times or my reserve that keeps me from cultivating friends who also like to go deep. So, to get my deep fix, I read books. Sometimes it’s fiction, sometimes non-fiction. One of my recent non-fiction finds is Jonathan Haidt’s The Happiness Hypothesis.

If there is controversy about Haidt’s ideas, I don’t know or care. What I do care about is his chapter on the meaning of life. It helped me understand what matters to me.

I’ve shed the idea that we have intrinsic meaning simply because we exist. We may have, but it isn’t the thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. What matters to me is deep meaning. Pleasure isn’t what I’m after, though I don’t turn from it. What I want, what I need, is to create a sense in myself and others that calls forth a particular feeling, an emotion that might be called awe, or wonder, though these are not quite the right terms. No, this emotion– which is centred in the chest — pulls me, takes me, humbles me and includes me as part of a whole. It creates in me a sense of unity. In that moment, I am not outside or separate, I am part of it all—everything.

What sort of things do this? It may be different from one person to the next, but I think that there are instances when a majority of people given the same stimulus will experience this emotion. It is a form of communion, a recognition of ourselves in others who have overcome, who have grown, who have thrived and quietly marked our nobility. For I do believe despite all wretched evidence to the contrary that we have, within us, nobility.

Where do you find this wondrous thing? You hear it in great music, you see it in in Van Gogh’s trees, you feel it when your theorem solves elegantly, and you read it in Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird.

This is the meaning of live and though I strive forever I want to create art that will stop the viewer or reader, fill their eyes with tears, and for a moment at least help them feel that they are a worthy and intrinsic part of the universal whole.

So good-bye postmodern cynicism and pop culture triviality. The world hasn’t ended yet. There is time still to go deeper, to mean more.