Monthly Archive for June, 2010

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i READ the GRAVEYARD BOOK

So the other day, Kari posted on larger than life characters via her reading in WRITING THE BREAKOUT NOVEL.

Yesterday, I finished a book portraying a larger than life character. So I thought I’d piggyback off of Kari’s thoughts and add my own, review-style.

I decided I had to read THE GRAVEYARD BOOK after pouring through Kate’s analysis of it (look around her site, she pulls out awesome aspects of the book over multiple posts).

Actually, I “read” this one by audiobook. I have to tell you, the experience was especially delightful because Neil Gaiman was the narrator.

What could be cooler that hearing a book read the way the author intended it????

Plus, I must add that Gaiman has this magical storyteller’s voice. He was created to tell tales.

Of course, the book gets to break all the rules. Hopping character perspective mid-narration. Following a character from infancy to adolescence. Noticeable (but wonderful) use of adverbs. The thing is, Gaiman does it masterfully, and I didn’t mind A BIT. (And, as Mary Kole says–geniuses can get away with this kind of behavior much easier than an aspiring writer can.)

The main character, Bod, is exactly the kind of person you want to root for, you want to follow around, you want to be. Even when he’s making a stupid decision, you know it will work out, because you know deep down that he has a good heart. He does things I’m not brave enough to do. He has talents I only wish I had. But he’s humble and kind, and I’m pretty sure we’re BFFs now.

I didn’t want the book to end. As I felt the narrative wrapping up, I caught myself pausing the story and finding all sorts of reasons to do something else.
Not because I was bored with the story.

BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT IT TO END.

The biggest revelation this book offered me was its simplicity. The plot was straightforward. You could see every brick that built the tale. You knew where it was going. I enjoyed every delicious word of it. Each character was delightful and unique. For goodness sakes, I was sad to stop living in a graveyard!

And because I didn’t want it to end, even after it was over, I kept thinking about the story. How could something so beautiful and simple apply to my life? How can I hold on to the delight I felt in the narrative?

And then all of my graveyard memories came flooding back to me.
I learned to drive in a graveyard.
My friends and I would walk through it before youth group and talk about life.
We drove around it in the back of a truck on Halloween to scare ourselves, and my dad hid behind a tombstone and TERRIFIED us.
I used to (need to again) visit my aunt’s and my grandma’s graves and remember who they were.
We played football in the field that wasn’t yet full of graves.
It was one of those places where I learned that there are real people and there are fake people. And there are real people who act like fake people because they’re too afraid to be real.

All of which proves that this is truly a great book. Any book that can pull me through the above thought process gets a 20 out of 5 hearts from me.

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Peace

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snippets of life

Not the lake I was in. Although, I wouldn’t mind visiting. This one is in Poland. I forgot my camera this weekend and deeply regret it.

There are so many reasons I love being a writer.

There are so many reasons I have to be a writer.

You can’t see/feel/experience the things I observe/absorb/do without it spilling out somehow.

In one single weekend:

Canoeing got canceled because the rains raised the river and some guy drowned. (How sad for him and his family. I hope somehow something good comes of it.)

We played in the lake instead. We swam out to the floaty thing that says, “Don’t swim any further!!!” and then jumped off of it and held hands and tried to touch the squishy, murky lake-floor.
My toes will never forget the feeling of cold, foreign mud.
My ears will never forget the pressure and cold of water too deep for
the sun.
My heart will never forget the thrill of, “ohmigosh I could drown,”
along with the comfort of “but I’ve got loved ones
holding on to me–just in case.”

Then, after swimming and gulping lake water for hours, we get out for a picnic (it was charming) and hear some little girls say, “Ewww. A dead body. I just saw it. F#@$!” LITTLE GIRLS. We were like, “What????????” and then we realized they were just playing. NOT FUNNY. AND WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP! well, kinda funny, in a sad way.

Then my grandma explains that they are probably pretending that because people did find a dead body, “over there a couple days ago.” WHY HAVE YOU LET ME SWIM/GULP THIS WATER!!!! blech blech blech. I mean, I know lakes are dirty, and they probably all have dead bodies in them, but I don’t want to be confronted with it!
Gosh, how many things in my life do I know but try to ignore so I can go on oblivious and happy.?.
Also, what’s up with all the dead bodies???

Then we had a wonderful birthday fiesta back at my grandparents’ amazing, cozy, beautiful home in the woods and when they prayed for the food, my family prayed for me, too (since it was my b-day) and brought me to tears, because I don’t know what I would be without their love. Also, because I can be so self-centered and idiotic, and they’ve seen all of my worst sides and they still love me and pray for me. Family is so beautiful.

The next day we went on a ride safari through the woods jungle and surprised some really fast deer gazelles and saw a cow lion. It was amazing! And we went to these old caves where the Native Americans used to hang out and we looked for arrowheads. And my husband is Miami tribe, so he was really excited. We carved our names into a rock and read all the other names, including WESTLEY 1914 (which is one of the inspirations for my MC’s name). And I thought of all the other amazing people who played in the shade of the cave over the centuries.

Then I got home and I found out that one of my friends who shares June 4th as her birthday was hit by a drunk driver Thursday night. The same night I was celebrating an awesome contest win and driving to the lake holding my lovey’s hand.
She’s alive, thank God. with the addition of titanium plates in her face.
Somehow, it doesn’t seem fair, but she’s alive, and I guess that’s the best birthday present you could give either of us.

God, thank you so much for life and love and adventure, and please keep all of my loved ones safe.

Peace

gossamer threads and dreamless sleep

In case you’re wondering, this is what I’ll be doing this weekend. That, and eating lots of delicious homemade food. Salsa, guacamole, fajita vegetables…mmmmm can you smell it??????

But I’ll miss you. You should come! heh.

A strange phenomenon keeps happening.

90% of the books I read contain two phrases.

They’re usually hidden somewhere towards the end of the book. Sneaky. Is this some kind of writers’ code that I’m not yet privy to?????
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GOSSAMER. gossamer. goss-a-mer. It sounds neat. It was cool the first time I read it, but (almost) every book has someone or something that gets compared to gossamer threads. It’s so weird.

DREAMLESS SLEEP. Why do all the main characters fall into a dreamless sleep? I’m so confused??? This keeps happening???? I had already noticed the trend, and then I was listening to THE GRAVEYARD BOOK, and I heard it again. NEIL GAIMAN, NOT YOU TOO!! There must be a conspiracy.

If you know about a secret writers’ code that I don’t, please let me know and I will quickly add these phrases to my novel.

Otherwise, let me assure you that you will neverrrrr find these phrases in any books by MBW (oh yes, they will be on the shelves someday).
Unless it’s as a joke.

But it could just be that weird things are happening to me! because I read two books in a row (THE MAGICIAN -Michael Scott) (MAJESTRUM -Matthew Hughes) (I need to do more reviews soon!) that had stone-skinned demi-god characters!!

Weird!?! How do two authors come up with the same image, and how do I read the books back to back????

There was some other weird coincidence, but I’ve forgotten now. shoot.

I should’ve prefaced this post by telling you that as I’m typing, I’m drinking a concoction of two earl grey tea bags in one coffee cup. I call it caffeine soup.

Hope ya’ll have a safe and happy weekend!!!!!!!!!

Peace

Oooo–PS. I am so changing the banner. Sorry, I’ve left it up for a couple days. I’ll fix it once I’m back from vacay.

WOW PPS. I won a COOL contest. I’M NOT WORTHY. Anyways, check out Tahereh’s blog to see it. YAY!

simplify

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Sincerest apologies for the changing face of mbwcreates. I’m still working on it…

I am one of those people who like to move the furniture around every couple months — just for a change — until I find the perrrrfect look and then I’ll keep it for a little longer.

It is so late and playing with my blog is the last thing I should be doing.

I’m trying to simplify.

I like chaos. But sometimes it’s not a good thing.

It can overwhelm the viewer.
And chaotic, cluttered plots and casts can nauseate your readers.

I’m pretty sure I’m good at creating clutter overwhelming and nauseating.
(unfortunately.)

So instead of a page full of pretty colored spatters, I now have a tidy little banner of them.

Same goes for my novel. As I’m revising pages to send to critique buddies, I’m trying to cut out the frayed ends and false starts and maybe a few extraneous characters. (Except for Bora…sorry M.G. ;) )

I thought it would be a bit more painful, but every time I snip a person, place, or thing out of my story I always feel like I’ve got a bit more room to breathe. It’s kinda like pruning a garden and then stepping back and seeing how much more aesthetically pleasing it has become.

There will still be chaos. It’s my style in a weird, colorful way. But it will be streamlined and reasonable chaos. (Or maybe that’s an impossibility looking back at that sentence heh.)

So I’m curious:

  • what’s the most painful person, place, or thing you’ve ever cut out of your MS???

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Peace

I read FEED

Not the actual bird I saw. BUT CLOSE. This picture is by Steve Jurvetson from Menlo Park, USA

So with the fun holiday weekend and the extra day off work, I kinda forgot Monday was Monday.

OOPS.
my apologies.

But I did see lots of fun things over the weekend.

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Like these redwinged blackbirds that do this weird radar chirp as you get nearer. They’re all over the paths around my apartment, so when I’m walking the dog they go erp……………….erp…………..erp………..erp…..erp…erp erp erp as you get closer and then they bolt away right when you walk by. It was pretty cool.

And then somehow my kissyface dragged me out of bed at like 5:30 in the morning to go fishing. (Don’t worry, I only do catch and release…Kissy wants to eat them, though!! :( ) I caught the first fish and the biggest! I felt like a champ. This huge heron flew right by me and there was all this mist on the lake and it was pretty magical.

I read a book every 24 hours this weekend. It felt great!! It would feel greater if I could find a book/series that I just fall in love with, but that hasn’t happened lately. sad.

But I did read FEED by M.T. Anderson. I’d heard lots about this book, but Kate’s analysis of it was what sealed the deal. I HAD to read the book after her review!!!

It was really disturbing and forboding. I will admit that I cried at the end and then texted my Kissy to tell him I loved him. (SO cheesy. I know.) Then I saw some people throwing their garbage out their car window and I wanted to kick their face and tell them that they need to read FEED.

Anderson did a great job of creating a realistic and terrifying world where our commerce-obsessed society has ruled and ruined everything. The teenagers made me really sad because they seemed so depraved and out of touch, but in a glossy, privileged way. I totally see it foreshadowed in our society today. I recapped the story for my mom and it really scared her!!

So what about you?? Any good books this weekend?? Any magical moments??

Peace