I've been
absent for far too long. Not just from blogging, but it seems sometimes, from
life. Like so many people, with each ripple effect of Covid, my morale ebbs
further out of reach and with it, my motivation. A general malaise rides the
current, at times threatening to draw all optimism under. I've been diligent in
following rules and have led an insular life, my husband and my two pups pretty
much my sole companions. They are also my soul compadres, which makes me
incredibly fortunate.
I always
thought that I would enjoy a quiet life. The concept of moving to one of the
smaller islands and cloistering away from the larger world seemed serene and
ideal. But the appeal of some quiet time is an entirely different thing than
day in and day out of staid sameness. It seems interaction is not an optional
component of life for me, but a necessity. I'm craving it. I want to be with
friends and laugh. I want to sit in a park and watch children playing and teens
hanging out. I even want to be bumped and banged and irritated in a busy mall.
I want it all—the whole busy crazy mashup of humanity colliding.
I remind
myself constantly about how very lucky I am. I am secure. I am loved. I am not
mourning personal loss. These are gifts that an unfathomable number of people
cannot claim. However, there is an emotional toll for all of us and the tension
these days is both dissipating and swelling. A return to normal, albeit an
altered one, is just around the bend…yet still out of sight. The heart buoys at
the thought and sinks at the wait. Perhaps, because waiting is all we have been
doing. And doing is what keeps our
spirit up. That and people. People. People. People.
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Certain details can say a lot about who someone is, like a character's goals, desires, and backstory wound. But did you know there's another detail that can tie your character's arc to the plot, provide intense, multi-layered conflict, AND shorten the "get to know the character" curve for readers?
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Think about it...how much time do you spend on the job? Does it fulfill you or frustrate you? Can you separate work from home? Is it causing you challenges, creating obstacles, or helping you live your truth?
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Keep in mind that I am not a huge fan of television and, as such, I am incredibly judgmental and easily disinterested.
We just finished watching the Netflix series “Rectify.” I will mourn its end, but will savour and contemplate it for weeks to come. For those who like a good film or show, it is a slow burn with exemplary acting and a solid story line.
For the writers who read my posts, buckle up. It is an endless lesson in craft. The dialogue is incredibly authentic. Simple and raw, it is peppered with the quietest sense of humour, bringing relief to the most angst-ridden moments. Conceptually it is metaphorical and philosophical, yet somehow remains grounded in earthy believability. The characters are drawn from (and the actors deliver) every man— people we all know...or someone we are. They’re thrown into this impossible “what if” situation. The writing has such contemplative depth and has the courage to let the space between the words speak for itself. It is a masterpiece of show don’t tell...both in the writing and acting.
That’s it. All I’ve got to say. Check it out. Hopefully, it will help fill the void many of you are facing these days.
(Warning: Spoilers in the Vulture Article linked below.)
And so it begins...bagging and boxing, hoping my treasures travel safely to their new home.
I found packing my non-fiction books depressing. At first, I thought it was because it was like saying goodbye to old friends, but then I realized it was something else entirely. It was depressing because I registered how little time I’ve spent in their company in recent years. I miss them. I miss researching historical events and stumbling across minutia that make my heart hum. I miss writing historical fiction.
So as I placed them in their cartons and methodically dragged the tape across the top, snugging them closed, I made a promise to them and to me. If I can write YA and contemporary romance at the same time, why can’t I add a third? History will once again become my present.
A friend said that she doesn’t respond to my Facebook posts
because they’re always so positive and they make her sick. Now, that is her
unique and wonderful sense of humour shining through, but I’ve thought a lot
about it. About how we present to the world, and the reality behind the
pictures and posts. All is not what it seems. It never is.
There is a lot of ugly in the world, perhaps more so now
than in many decades. In this day and age of social media platforms, the bombardment
of negativity can be overwhelming. Many people use their Facebook as a place to
vent, to share their frustrations, or to promote their political point of view.
And that is absolutely fine. That is their choice, but it’s not mine. I share
snippets of my life, for friends near and far. However, there is a caveat that
led to my friend’s statement. I only share the positive which, I suppose, is not
just misleading but somewhat disingenuous.
The posting of all things good creates the image of a
seamless infallible life. While I believe I am blessed in so many ways, life is
far from perfect. I have spent years writing, rewriting, agonizing over it, and
rewriting again.I’ve written far more
than anyone will ever see. There are rejected novels and novellas in dormant
folders on my computer, manuscripts sitting in a cabinet, yellowing with age. But
what you see is a published author, thrilled to promote her books. This spring
we worked endlessly on the yard, watering and weeding, cutting and digging sod
until I literally popped a vein in my thigh, but what you see are lush gardens
with vegetables and flowers in bloom. Due to a health scare, I reconsidered
some of my choices. I began to work diligently at good eating and exercising,
but what you see is—voilà—I’m looking better than I have in years.
Nobody’s life is flawless. Everybody experiences anguish and
pain, worries and fears, and has to climb his/her own mountain, whatever it may
be. This, of course, is not apparent in many posts, mine being no exception. But
so often, the positivity of a photo is simply the trick of a distant lens. Zoom
in and the reality can be very different.
These red chairs in my yard are the perfect metaphor. Look
how wonderful they appear from far away. Look closer. Despite painstakingly sanding
and painting them each spring, they actually are in terrible shape. And that is
what we have to keep in mind when glowing images make us feel as though our own
lives pale in comparison. Behind every cheery red chair, there is one cracked
and peeling and dolloped in bird poop.
I’m not much for television. I don’t even know
the magical sequence of the myriad of controls that my husband uses to turn it
on. During his absences, they lie dormant in a basket, and the house is filled
with silence. Or music. Depends on my mood. But, as happens in everyone’s life,
things change. This particular change has come in the form of Netflix. Oh my, what took us so long?
The absence of commercials is a terrific
feature. Its intuitive design—tracking your viewing, knowing where you left
off, analyzing your tastes and basing suggestions on them—well that’s crazy
modern and downright convenient. The absolute best thing about it is that you
can fall in love with a show and then just keep watching it. And watching it. And
watching it. Which happened last month with Downton
Abbey.
Now, I have always found the vast array of
brainless gibber on television uninspiring and, often, downright irritating. I
felt I gained nothing when I watched it, which led to years of avoidance. But apparently,
I had simply been choosing the wrong programming. Not only was Downton Abbey vastly entertaining, it
informed my writing.
It used every trope, some of them several
times, and wrung every last drop of emotion from them: Edith’s rags to riches
and Sybil’s riches to rags; Mary’s forbidden fruit…enemies to lovers, love
triangle, friends to lovers, second chance at love (My, Mary was busy!); Violet’s strong character, a woman of steel with a heart of gold; The
Grantham’s dabbling with the mid-life crisis in marriage. That’s a small
sampling.
For me, there was no better story line than Anna
and Mr. Bates. An unlikely pairing, they were perfectly suited but constantly
challenged. Every time it looked as though they were going to enjoy their
happy-ever-after, their worlds were torn apart. It is the stuff and business of
romance novels. Seeing it play out on the screen, feeling the angst and rooting
for their success, proved to me that it works. There is nothing entertaining
about a smooth relationship. When all is well, put up a roadblock. Make them
miserable. Give them hope. Then make it worse. The triumph in the end is so
much sweeter for it.
There were so many small stories woven
throughout, each one serving a purpose to the larger story. Poignant, philosophical,
and at times, heart-wrenching, the tension is often broken by laugh-out-loud
moments. It is an exemplary model of a writer’s craft enhanced by actors who
are masters of show-don’t-tell and who have the courage to take the time needed
with their lines. For it is often the spaces between the words that speak the
loudest.
If I don’t post for a while, you’ll know what I’m
up to—re-watching Downton Abbey. J
