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Writing with your senses

 

     I’ve been re-reading my Tony Hillerman books for about the hundredth time.  That man sure could paint scenery and put you into it with his words.  As writers, we sometimes forget to use all the five senses when we’re writing.  Sure, we can write scene after scene and use one or two of the senses, but we do forget there are five we can utilize.

     In one paragraph, Hillerman could make you see, hear, smell, touch, and even taste the surroundings he created.  I envy his skill and strive to sharpen mine. 

     I keep a paper hanging by my monitor and written on it are these questions, what does the character see?  Hear?  Smell?  Feel?  Taste?  It’s a constant reminder to me to utilize the senses to draw my readers deeper into the story.

     I find that all my favorite authors manage to draw me in by use of the senses.  Whether I’m reading mysteries, fantasies, or suspense novels it’s the use of the common, the simple things one forgets to use, that draws me in the fastest.

     What draws you deeper into a story?

I hope that’s the last I ever see of Liberty Nursing and Rehab/ HCR Manor Care

 

     This morning Dear Hubby called Liberty Nursing and Rehab, he spoke to the head honcho about sending me in to pick up the remaining money in his Mother’s account there and she told him it would be ready when I arrived.  I didn’t want to go back there.  Oh, whom do I think I’m kidding?  I couldn’t wait to go back and raise some hell. 

     I went into Liberty Nursing and Rehab/HCR Manor Care all set to pick up the money and, knowing them, expecting the worst.  I found out I was right.  I told the receptionist who I was and why I was there.  She told me to take a seat and she’d have someone come to talk to me directly.  Soon afterwards, Al showed up.  Al told me, he didn’t have a check ready and that he’d mail one to us.

      “Well, now aren’t you precious.  No, you won’t mail us a check.  You’ll get yourself back to your little office and you will cut a check NOW.”

      “But, I’m busy doing payroll.”

     “You have my deepest sympathies.  However, I was told to come in and pick up the money and I’m not leaving here without it.  How about this, why don’t you call your supervisor?”

     “You want to talk to my supervisor?”

     “Was I speaking in Latin?  Did you misunderstand me?  Let me say it again, nice and slow, so you can understand.  G e t   y o u r   s u p e r v i s o r   o u t   h e r e.”

     Al disappeared.

     His supervisor arrived a bit out of breath and tried to explain that Al was busy doing payroll checks, and did I really want him to stop what he was doing to cut a check for us?

     “Yes I do and yes, you will.  I don’t care what he’s busy doing.  I was told to come and get the money from my Mother-in-law’s account.  I’m here and I’m not leaving without it.”  Then I went on to say, “I’m a freelance writer, and this won’t be pretty.”  (I didn’t mention that I was a mystery writer.)

      She scurried away.

      I sat in the lobby putting pen to paper while eavesdropping on conversations around me.  I can’t help it I’m a writer.  I do believe that when I flipped over my third page of the legal pad and began to write on the fourth the receptionist was getting quite nervous.  On the other hand, could her nervousness have been caused by my making a point of reading the identification badges of every person who walked by?

      About twenty minutes later, Al appeared with a check.  It was for a mere $42.02.  Which for many people wouldn’t be a big deal, but for us, what it came down to was the principle of the thing.  It also felt real good to make them jump through my hoops.

      As you can guess, there’s another Doggoned book in here somewhere and Linnie will be in the thick of it.  I just need to think of the right title….

Balance has returned to our pond

 

     We’ve been hoping to have breeding Koi again.  A couple years back someone got into our yard, dumped a car battery in the pond, and killed all of our Koi.  I was heartbroken, they were our pets, they had names, and they ate food from our hands.  We had to work hard to clean out the pond, replace all the plants, snails, frogs—everything and get the pond back into balance.  Some of our baby Koi had gone to friends’ ponds over the years and they very graciously gave a few back to get us going again.  We also bought a few small Koi.

     Late last night I took the flashlight out to the pond.  A couple of weeks ago one of our Koi laid eggs and at night, shining a flashlight into the water, is the only time you can spot the fry (teensy newly hatched babies for those of you who don’t know fish terms.)  Yes, we have babies.  At least one that I know of and it looks like it might be yellow or white. 

     Proof to me that our pond is finally back to where it should be.  We have nine frogs that we’ve seen, there could be more.  We have eight large Koi about four or five years old and one that is small and is probably two years old.  There are snails, the water lilies are blooming, and I’ve even spotted a few salamanders.  Life in the pond is back to normal now if only we can keep Patty from trying to dive in there.

When the owl goes home, you let the sleeping owl sleep in.

 

     Who gets up before six a.m. on a Sunday?  Under normal circumstances, it certainly wouldn’t be me.  Oh, but there I was at the Pennwriters conference and my roommate, bless her, was up by five which meant so was I.  Then Dave knocked on the door promptly at six.  “Yes, Dave.  We’re up.”  

      After we had breakfast, we all made one last ticket buy for the Chinese auction and then some of us headed off to the first of the morning sessions.  9:15 to 10:15 we had our choice of Susan Gable—You say tomato, I say to-motto: How Character motto influences plot, conflict & other story elements, Bobbi Carducci—No means nothing, finding yes in rejection, and Lucienne Diver—trends in publishing.

     10:30 to 11:30 Uwe Stender—Writing non-fiction from query to publication, Don Helin—You landed that Publisher…now what?, Tim Esaias—point of view.  I sure that if more people had known that in Tim’s session you got chocolate for participating we would’ve had more than the SRO group we did have in there.  I know I enjoyed the chocolate.

     10:30 to 12:30 closing ceremonies and the Chinese auction.  I took two baskets home.  Upon arriving home, I was abused by two Bull Terriers for hours.  Their tails wagged so hard that I have bruises on my legs from being thwacked by them.  Dear hubby let me sleep for an hour or two when I crashed on my chair (with two sixty pound dogs on me.)

     It was good to see so many of my fellow writers whom I’d not seen for a year and renew friendships.  It’s always fun to meet new people and make new friends.

     There was one member of our group, who we all missed terribly—Debbie, are you reading this?  Debbie was in a bad auto accident two years ago and there has been a hole in our little gang of rowdies without her.  We missed hearing her laugh and after something bawdy was said, chime in with, “And I write for children.”  We do hope to see her next year.  Her recovery has been slow and her medical expenses–atrocious enough to keep her from attending again this year.  We all send prayers that you will continue to recover—but at warp speed now, and that your finances improve greatly over this year.

     {Note to Valerie Malmont}  Valerie we missed you too! 

     See you all in Lancaster next year!

An owl’s view continued…

 

     The Owl (me) began to wake up after lunch.  I now had enough caffeine in me to get the heart pumping blood to the brain.  Nevertheless, it didn’t hurt to grab another cup on the way to the next session at 1:30-2:30.  I went to Linda Lavarentz’s session–Dialogue that sparkles.  Good session, but again some things I’ve heard before and a few things I hadn’t.  It was worth sitting through.  While I was in that session, my roommate went to Susan Meier’s session—Can this manuscript be saved?  I get to see her notes later.  While still others attended Nate Hardy’s—Marketing made easy: success strategies for writers.  There are times that you wish you could split into three and go to all the sessions that hour.

     The last block of sessions for the day ran from 2:45 to 3:45.  My roommate went to Catherine Mclean’s—the character onion.  Several of us went to CJ Lyons—Kills, Chills, and Thrills session.  She’s a dynamite speaker.  To touch on a bit of what she taught us.  There was the Thriller Spectrum.  Mystery=who…set in the past, solving something that has already happened.  Suspense=why…the present, here and now, it’s visceral and psychological.  Thriller=how…the future, stopping something—a headlong flight into the future.  She went into high concept.  What happens next, hook, unique concept, and universal icon.  The other session during the hour was given by Esi Sogah—a day in the life of an editor.

     We had enough time for some socializing before a glance at a watch had us dashing to our rooms to change for dinner and the keynote address by Lisa Scottoline.  I wasn’t going to miss that for anything.  Having Lisa Scottoline as the keynote speaker, was the pivotal point that made me determined to get to the Pittsburgh conference this year. 

     For a lesser speaker I would’ve skipped Pittsburgh and waited until next year’s Lancaster conference.  I’d have bought the lap top I wanted.  However, to hear her speak, meet her, and come home with two books signed by her, I’m glad I went.  Unless I hit the lottery, it’ll be two more years of saving before I can buy that lap top, but it was worth it.

Behind the scenes of my conference experience

 

     Dear Hubby and the dogs survived my time away at the conference.  However, DH is exhausted from the extra work and I’ve pampered him a lot today.  After all, he was the one who made sure that I could attend the conference.  It isn’t easy for him to be alone and I did make certain that friends and neighbors kept an eye on him and were ready to lend him a hand when necessary.  He can no longer stand long enough to cook a meal for himself.  I offered to make and freeze some dinners for him so all he had to do was microwave them but he said, “It’s only 4 dinners, 4 lunches, and 4 breakfasts.  We have dozens of places around here who deliver that I can choose from for my meals.”

     Tonight DH and the pups were thrilled with the smells of cooking going on after four days of take out/delivered dinners.  DH, Gavin, and Patty were doing a happy dance.  “Oh, boy!  Home cooking.”

     Some of us had arranged to go to Pittsburgh on Thursday so we’d have a little time to recover from the looooong drive before the conference began.  We went out to Joe’s Crab Shack for dinner.  The food was good, the company great, and I do believe it set the mood for the weekend—FUN.

     Tomorrow I’ll share some of the fun.

I’m ba-ack!

The PW conference was wonderful.  Lisa Scottoline is a dynamic speaker.  She had many of us all fired up and ready to work twice as hard as soon as we returned home.

I’ll touch on a few of the highlights tonight but due to complete exhaustion–I am not a Lark, I’m an Owl–I’ll be brief, this time.  (More to come later.)

The weekend lived up to our high expectations.   Pennwriters has never failed to send me home eager and ready to put my posterior into my chair and work.

Here are a two examples to whet your appetites…

John Lamb’s session, Homicide 101, fantastic.  If you ever have a chance to hear this retired homicide detective speak, DO NOT HESITATE, GO!

Nancy Martin, always  a firebrand  and her sessions are never a disappointment.  You can find her over on The Lipstick Chronicles.

If you’ve read my Doggoned Dead excerpt you will find that I’ve rewritten the first chapter.  Yes, this may have been “my vacation” but you will see that it was a working vacation.

Now dear readers I’m going to pay some attention to Dear Hubby who made my conference trip a reality, give my happy-that-mom-is-home pups plenty of hugs, smooches, and cuddles, and then I’ll get some much needed sleep.

Yippee for lots of sun and warm weather

 

       Wow, two days of glorious warm weather!  We had plenty of sun and temperatures in the mid seventies.  I managed to plant the flowers left over from the planters on the front porch.  I worked on the pond—the magnolia is dropping petals like crazy now so I’m skimming the pond every time I turn around.  I would stay out in the yard all day if I could.  It smells wonderful out there with the tree in full bloom. 

     The birds are fun to watch right now, they are arriving by the dozens to take baths in the waterfall.  The robins are real clowns in the water.  Each one has a unique personality and method of bathing.

     The pups collapsed into a deep slumber after romping in the yard all day.  Maybe it’s a good thing that tomorrow is supposed to be cloudy with possible rain.  Gavin is sore after two days of tons of activity.  Poor baby, it was a long winter and he spent most of it as a couch potato.

     Then, didn’t we all?  I know I paid for it later after I spent a few days weeding the gardens back when we had our first hint of spring weather. 

 

What do you do when your train of thought jumps the tracks?

 

     This happens to me all the time.  I’ll be writing away at break-neck speed and Dear Hubby will decide that it’s time to start a conversation with me.  Screech!  Crash!  Bang!  My train derails. 

     I sigh, lift my hands from the keyboard, turn, and I look at him over the top of my glasses, “What?”

     He knows he’s derailed me.  He has the grace to look sheepish and then mumbles something about the TV program he’s watching.

     I do try to hold my temper in check.  “Sweetie, do I look as though I am watching TV?  I have no idea what you are talking about, I was writing.”

     At this point, he either restates what he’s said to me or says he’s sorry for interrupting. 

     Now comes the part about what do you do?  I can sometimes read back over what I was writing and get right back on track.  However, if I find I’ve completely lost my momentum, I have to take a break.  This is the best time to grab another cup of coffee, take the dogs out, or move to my chair and have a gabfest with DH.

Writer set your goals…uh, sure

 

     As a writer, I should set a daily goal and strive to reach it.  I try.  I honestly do try, but it seems that when I do someone moves the goal line. 

     My goal for this blog is to write 200 words a day.  My daily writing goal on my books is 1000 words.  So far, I’m hitting the goal on the blog and falling short on the books.  I hope to change that. 

     I discovered that I was unhappy writing my book in two point of views and I am going back to the original format of writing it in a single POV.  This past week I’ve been doing a lot of cutting and pasting.  I hope that by the end of this week I’ll be rolling along on a much improved manuscript.

     The dual point of view was not working at all.  I also think that by going back to a single one I’ll be able to drop clues and red herrings easier.  I believe my remaining characters will be more fully developed and become more interesting. 

     My critiquing group is probably going to kill me when I hand them the new manuscript at the end of the month.

More handy reference books for the writer’s library

 

     Along with the requisite Strunk and White, there are a few other handy dandy reference books to have on hand…or not. 

     There’s The Writer’s Digest Flip Dictionary, by Barbara Ann Kipfer “For when you know what you want to say but can’t think of the word.”  Gee, I wish it came in a pocket edition I’m always grasping for words.  It never fails, I know what I want to say, but the word beats a hasty retreat to the back of brain and screams, “neener, neener, neener you’ll never find me!”

     The Writer’s Little Instruction Book, 385 Secrets for Writing Well & Getting Published, by Paul Raymond Martin is a compact little paperback filled with little sayings and quotations.  This book has been grist for one or two of my posts.  Someone gave the book to me, and I have to say that I’m glad I didn’t pay for it.

     Dynamic Characters by Nancy Kress fits well in any writer’s library.  And, it’s a great one for the novice writer.  I think she’s helped me develop better characters.

     100 words almost everyone confuses & misuses, from the editors of the American Heritage Dictionaries, is a nice book to pair up with your Strunk and White.  (Our former President should have kept one in his pocket at all times.)

When characters revolt

 

     What do you do when your characters pull a coup?  In one of my books, they seem to be doing just that.  I can’t get my protagonist on board with my ideas.  The antagonist has gone willy-nilly into the background and the whole story line has gone to the dogs.  Yes, to the dogs.  It seems that they want to be the real stars in book four.  No, there isn’t an excerpt to read.  It’s not ready for that.  It may never be ready for that.

     Book four is an idea, one that I add to occasionally.  I won’t get around to writing it until after I finish books one through three.  However, even in idea form the characters are not cooperating.  Book four has become a repository for scenes that don’t work in the other books.  It might stay locked in a file under the title of The Big Book of Unused Scenes, or it may be the book where the dogs take center stage and the other characters blend into the background.

     In any case, it’s where most of the brilliant but overdone doggy scenes I cut from the other books go when they don’t work.