Write what you know.
That's what writers are always told. I'm not good at following that advice. I always seem to start writing stories that I have no authority to write, horrors I can barely imagine.
What do I know? I know what it's like to go to a college prep school. I know what it's like to live with seven other girls in a four-bedroom apartment. I know what it's like to attend fifteen concerts by the same artist.
What I know is boring, at least to me.
Who wants to read a fictional work based on the reality of being an unemployed recent grad? Not me, that's for sure.
But it got me thinking: if I were the author who got my fictional character into this mess, how would I get her out?
Would I turn one of her cold-calling strangers turn into a job offer? (In this economy?)
Would I send a knight in shining armor to whisk her away to marital bliss? (That sounds pleasant, cheesy, and unrealistic)
Would I have her blog discovered and novel picked up by Huge Name Publishing House and it become a best seller? (I'm just dreaming all possibilities here)
Would I send her to graduate school, the international mission field, or a homeless shelter?
Would I make her sulk and wait? Wonder and hope? Would I teach her about trust and obedience?
I am not the Author of this life. And I guess that's a good thing since none of these options seem good and viable at the moment.
I am the protagonist in this lifestory, trusting the Author's plan. Unlike me, He doesn't change His mind, He doesn't kill characters for plot excitement, and He definitely doesn't abandon half-finished stories.
And that, my friends, brings me hope.
<>< Katie
"I am sure that some people are born to write as trees are born to bear leaves. For these, writing is a necessary mode of their own development." - C. S. Lewis
Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts
Monday, November 21, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Where to Start?
"The first sentence is always the most difficult."
That's the post I saw on Twitter from my blogger-friend, Ashley. Her statement is true: the first sentence is the most difficult to write. It's also the most important.
Katie: I never write it first.
Ashley: What do you write first? I tried the last chapter one time. Failed miserably.
Katie: Somewhere. Usually towards the beginning.
This conversation made me ponder my own writing habits and wonder about yours. So, in the spirit of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo): where do you start when you're writing?
It doesn't necessarily have to be a novel. It could be a blog post, a poem, or a song. Where do you start?
Like I told Ashley, I start somewhere towards the beginning but not usually the first line. The first line is probably the most important line of the novel (or post). I've heard of people who collect first lines. The first line is vital, so why start with something so important?
I start later. I have a temporary first line, write the brunt of the piece, and then adjust the first line to be the stunning opening line it should be. I don't think I write good first lines (except in that one post from Philly last November; that was a killer first line, if I may say so).
I like backstory. I like to set the scene. I don't like to jump right in and make the reader try to tread water while he/she is figuring out how deep the lake is and who else is in it. I write like I think sharks should come with big huge arrows in the sky pointing to them. But, I have been told that the first line is an awful place for backstory. What are your thoughts?
Ashley mentioned she tried starting at the end once. That's what I have in my NaNoWriMo novel: the beginning (sans opening line) and the end. Now I'm sitting here like a child on Christmas as my parents open their gifts from me and I'm telling them what it is before the paper is off.
I'll ask it again: where do you start? And why?
I guess it doesn't matter much as long as you start somewhere.
Happy writing,
<>< Katie
That's the post I saw on Twitter from my blogger-friend, Ashley. Her statement is true: the first sentence is the most difficult to write. It's also the most important.
Katie: I never write it first.
Ashley: What do you write first? I tried the last chapter one time. Failed miserably.
Katie: Somewhere. Usually towards the beginning.
This conversation made me ponder my own writing habits and wonder about yours. So, in the spirit of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo): where do you start when you're writing?
It doesn't necessarily have to be a novel. It could be a blog post, a poem, or a song. Where do you start?
Like I told Ashley, I start somewhere towards the beginning but not usually the first line. The first line is probably the most important line of the novel (or post). I've heard of people who collect first lines. The first line is vital, so why start with something so important?
I start later. I have a temporary first line, write the brunt of the piece, and then adjust the first line to be the stunning opening line it should be. I don't think I write good first lines (except in that one post from Philly last November; that was a killer first line, if I may say so).
I like backstory. I like to set the scene. I don't like to jump right in and make the reader try to tread water while he/she is figuring out how deep the lake is and who else is in it. I write like I think sharks should come with big huge arrows in the sky pointing to them. But, I have been told that the first line is an awful place for backstory. What are your thoughts?
Ashley mentioned she tried starting at the end once. That's what I have in my NaNoWriMo novel: the beginning (sans opening line) and the end. Now I'm sitting here like a child on Christmas as my parents open their gifts from me and I'm telling them what it is before the paper is off.
I'll ask it again: where do you start? And why?
I guess it doesn't matter much as long as you start somewhere.
Happy writing,
<>< Katie
Monday, May 30, 2011
Show Don't Tell
Writers hear it all the time.
"Show don't tell."
Show your character is mad with his words and actions, don't just tell the readers he's mad.
But this advice does not only apply to writers.
"Show don't tell."
Show someone you love her with your actions, don't just tell her with your words.
Show someone you're praying for him by praying over him right there, don't just say you'll do it.
"Show don't tell."
Try it.
<>< Katie
"Show don't tell."
Show your character is mad with his words and actions, don't just tell the readers he's mad.
But this advice does not only apply to writers.
"Show don't tell."
Show someone you love her with your actions, don't just tell her with your words.
Show someone you're praying for him by praying over him right there, don't just say you'll do it.
"Show don't tell."
Try it.
<>< Katie
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Author Interview: Jennifer Rogers Spinola

Katie: You’re in the process of publishing a novel. Tell us a little bit about Southern Fried Sushi. What should readers expect?
Jenny: Here's a portion from the original proposal: "An independent journalist coming face-to-face with her past, must start over again among the least likely people in the last place she'd expect."
The book follows award-winning journalist Shiloh Jacobs through a series of gut-wrenching events that force her out of Tokyo and the writing job she loves and to a hick, Southern Virginia town she's never heard of. The question is this: Can Shiloh, stuck in this small town with only a handful of unlikely friends to call family, find a way out?
As Shiloh begins to unravel the secret that changed her mother's life so powerfully, Shiloh realizes she must make a decision: to find forgiveness for her painful past or shut the door on God—and her troubled family life—forever.
Katie: What inspired this book?
Jenny: Since I'm a small-town girl who moved to Japan, I started to wonder what the opposite would be like. Gawking at skyscrapers is one thing but what would someone used to skyscrapers do in my small hometown where the biggest building is the local Wal-Mart? That intrigued me. A lot of story ideas start with plain old what ifs.
The other thing that led to this book is when I realized I was always writing about stuff that required research, stuff I didn't know very well. So one day I thought, "What if I write on a topic I know about?" And when I boiled it down, I realized I don't have "exciting" expertise in some area like medicine, forensic investigation, or something of the like that sells books. So what do I know about? 1) rednecks 2) living abroad
Katie: What have you learned through the process of writing a novel, the challenge of getting it published, and now the publishing process?
Jenny: Wow... where to begin? I have always loved to write. Period. I know nothing about publishing novels, and I'm not even in the right country to go to writer's conferences and learn all that stuff. But in impossible situations like mine is exactly where God loves to step in. The biggest help I've had came from fellow author (and former coworker) Roger Bruner, who had just received a contract with the same publishing company and walked me through the process step by step.
I've learned:
- Finish your novel, no matter what, because that forces you to write and think and work through the rough spots.
- Make use of a critique group, a dedicated small group of writers that come together and give encouragement.
- You just have to write. That's it. Every day. Even if you have no ideas. Even if what you write stinks. As long as you’re writing something, anything, those creative juices flow. And then finish.
- Publishing isn't as easy as it used to be (if it ever was). The market is flooded, so you have to come up with something different from what everybody else is doing but not so different that it won't sell.
- Reading helps writing. Try to always read someone better than you, and you'll pick up good habits.
- You can't send query letters anymore. The publishing market has changed significantly. Publishers don't read unsolicited stuff. You either have to have an agent, meet an interested editor at a writer's conference, or know someone who's already in the business. The bottom line is, though, that God still makes away even for the clueless, like me, when the time is right.
- Go to writer's conferences. I learned SO MUCH about writing and marketing, plus met lots of fellow writers, neat agents and editors, and bought cheap books.
Katie: How do you balance your time between writing, your family, a social life, and other responsibilities?
Jenny: It's really difficult with a husband, young child, church, plus friends, English (ESL) students, and all the work it takes to keep a home running in a foreign country.
So I do a couple of things:
- Get up early with my husband and write while he studies
- Shower in the evening. Really. Then when my two-year-old sleeps around mid-day I can spend my time writing not showering and drying my hair.
- Make writing a priority. If I have an hour of quiet time on the weekend, I usually choose to write. I always choose writing time over reading time because it's much easier to stick a book in your bag and read in line, read in the car, read outside while my son plays, but it's much harder to get that focused time where I can sit, think, and plug in my laptop.
Katie: What are some of your writing habits?
Jenny: If I get stuck I just write SOMETHING. Then when I realize I don't like it (doesn't take very long), it forces me to write something else.
I also try to keep at least one writing project on the back burner, even if I'm working on something else, so that I'm never without something to think/write about.
When I'm really into a crucial section in a story, I'll sometimes write for hours at a time, eating at my desk, and writing and rewriting paragraphs until I'm happy with it. Now that my son is bigger, it's harder to do that, so when I can't sit at my computer and write, I mentally go over plotlines and even individual words while I make lunch or change diapers so that when I get a minute, all that thinking comes out in one written chunk.
Katie: If you could be any two inanimate objects, what would you be and why?
1. A tree somewhere on top of a mountain. Living in the city, I miss nature. But I miss total expanses of wilderness. Mountain rains. Dawns. Falling leaves. Streams with bends that no one sees.
2. A Japanese fan, with all the color and life folded neatly inside its deceptively fragile paper.
Katie: Thank you so much for your time. Is there anything else you'd like to add?
Jenny: Well, my life sure has turned out differently than I expected. I left full-time writing a few years back to serve as a short-term Baptist missionary in Japan which changed my life and outlook on many things. I also met my Brazilian husband there; we got married after my term ended and moved to Brazil. Now we've adopted a son who was born at 24 weeks with major medical issues, and we've seen God's healing miracle in his life, so that we can hardly contain our joy at his health and happiness and love of life.
If you'd have asked me back in college if my life would end up this way, I'd have laughed out loud. I was dating a local boy from home in Virginia and planning to get married after graduation. I never wanted to be a missionary and prayed God would never send me overseas.
My biggest advice: Follow God. Love God. He works everything out in your life in a greater way than you can imagine. And He *loves* surprises.
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Friday, January 21, 2011
Have Pen; Will Travel
My life ends in May.
Or at least my calendar ends in May. In May, I will walk across the stage to receive a hard-earned diploma, but I have no idea where I'm going to walk when I descend the stage.
I'm praying by then I'll have it all figured out.
Today I started filling out five graduate school applications to study creative writing. I've been told getting a masters in creative writing is like getting a masters in violin: you're never going to use it.
Thanks for the encouragement!
The person who told me that went on to explain that I should do it because I love to write and I want to get better.
So I'm throwing caution into the wind and applying to MFA programs in five states around the country (only one of which have I ever visited before).
On tomorrow's to do list is updating my resume and applying for writing and editing jobs all over the country. So if you know anyone that needs a writer/editor, I can probably hook you up with a good one!
The next day I'll apply for hobo positions in mid-sized cities. Does anyone have a shopping cart I can borrow?
As I was mulling over these options and moping, I was having a nice facebook conversation with Casey. She provided the traditional suggestions: Have you considered journalism or teaching? Yes, thanks, and, no, I'm not interested.
She also provided me with some encouragement, said she was praying for me, and sent me on my way. It helped.
That night, as I was going to turn off my iPod off, "Peace Be Still" by Rush of Fools began to play.
I didn't sign. I didn't sing.
I sat cross-legged on my bed and let those words wash over me as God sang His daughter to sleep.
Come to Me, you who are weak.
Let My strength be yours tonight.
Come and rest, let My love be your bed
Let My heart be yours tonight.
Peace be still; peace be still.
Please be still and know that I AM God.
And know that I AM God.
Come empty cup, let Me fill you up.
I'll descent on you like a dove tonight.
Lift your head, let your eyes fall into Mine.
Let your fear subside tonight.
Peace be still, peace be still.
Please be still and know that I AM God.
And know that I AM God.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...
The line that hit me the most was, "Please know [in your heart] that I AM God." I know that He is God. I know that He has it all figured out. I know that I don't have to know. But that doesn't give me peace.
Please know in your heart that I AM God.
<>< Katie
Writer's Notebook entry dated 12-30-10.
Update 1-20-11: Four of the applications are now complete, the resume is updated, Dad told me I'd make a good hobo (what the heck does that mean?), and the oldest working iPod known to man has since died (August 3, 2005-January 13, 2011).
Or at least my calendar ends in May. In May, I will walk across the stage to receive a hard-earned diploma, but I have no idea where I'm going to walk when I descend the stage.
I'm praying by then I'll have it all figured out.
Today I started filling out five graduate school applications to study creative writing. I've been told getting a masters in creative writing is like getting a masters in violin: you're never going to use it.
Thanks for the encouragement!
The person who told me that went on to explain that I should do it because I love to write and I want to get better.
So I'm throwing caution into the wind and applying to MFA programs in five states around the country (only one of which have I ever visited before).
On tomorrow's to do list is updating my resume and applying for writing and editing jobs all over the country. So if you know anyone that needs a writer/editor, I can probably hook you up with a good one!
The next day I'll apply for hobo positions in mid-sized cities. Does anyone have a shopping cart I can borrow?
As I was mulling over these options and moping, I was having a nice facebook conversation with Casey. She provided the traditional suggestions: Have you considered journalism or teaching? Yes, thanks, and, no, I'm not interested.
She also provided me with some encouragement, said she was praying for me, and sent me on my way. It helped.
That night, as I was going to turn off my iPod off, "Peace Be Still" by Rush of Fools began to play.
I didn't sign. I didn't sing.
I sat cross-legged on my bed and let those words wash over me as God sang His daughter to sleep.
Come to Me, you who are weak.
Let My strength be yours tonight.
Come and rest, let My love be your bed
Let My heart be yours tonight.
Peace be still; peace be still.
Please be still and know that I AM God.
And know that I AM God.
Come empty cup, let Me fill you up.
I'll descent on you like a dove tonight.
Lift your head, let your eyes fall into Mine.
Let your fear subside tonight.
Peace be still, peace be still.
Please be still and know that I AM God.
And know that I AM God.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah...
The line that hit me the most was, "Please know [in your heart] that I AM God." I know that He is God. I know that He has it all figured out. I know that I don't have to know. But that doesn't give me peace.
Please know in your heart that I AM God.
<>< Katie
Writer's Notebook entry dated 12-30-10.
Update 1-20-11: Four of the applications are now complete, the resume is updated, Dad told me I'd make a good hobo (what the heck does that mean?), and the oldest working iPod known to man has since died (August 3, 2005-January 13, 2011).
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