Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Gregory Victor Babic

A Grand resource

It has been a joy to discover Australian author, Gregory Babic’s book, Words to Inspire Writers. As a huge collector of quotes and verses, a 300 author 1,100 quote tome was one just I couldn’t pass up. I've been reading through the gi-normous book of quotes amassed here. My heavens! What a vast body of work! It truly is impressive.

As a book of days with three quotes per day, Babic has designed the passages to carry writers through three stages of a daily writing process: the preparation and planning stage, the creation stage, and “…the Post-Writing or Celebration Stage of Publishing and Marketing.”

I like being surprised daily by the vast number of brilliant authors, spanning thousands of years, from whom Babic has gleaned priceless gems of wisdom. The index in the book’s finale is worth double its weight in gold, and truly simplifies finding favorite authors and quotes. It seems impossible to peruse such a fine volume and not come away inspired and enriched. I’m happy to reference Words to Inspire Writers and recommend it to friends and writers.

It takes two to speak the truth—one to speak, and another to hear.
Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

And Counting

The countdown clock is racing toward April 1. At present there are just 62 days until Fade In! I can’t wait. It’s not just going to be a Frenzy, it’s going to be an Über Frenzy!

Are you in?

scriptfrenzy.com

Perfect Day



"My two favorite things in life are
libraries and bicycles.
They both move people forward
without wasting anything.
The perfect day:
riding a bike to the library."


Peter Golkin, museum spokesman

Telescope Eyes

Does anyone ever really get used to being edited? Or do we just thicken our hides put our crash helmets on and plunge ahead... head first, at the speed of light?

Why do we do this?

Is it the nature of the writer to write? To be heard? To be understood?

At one time or another, I have wanted all of those things. It is always touching to me to not only be understood, but to touch the heart of the one who reads, to haunt the minds of others with the stories that haunt me. To leave my questions in the hearts of someone in whom they just might sprout and grow. To hear the words, "You moved me, that was brilliant. Great story."

I hear this song Telescope Eyes by Eisly when I'm being edited. I try to remember that the editor's job is to clarify what I have left muddy, to peer into the dark corners that I have painted over.

Even when it hurts. Especially if it hurts.

Kudos to Elizabeth Oliver of Rambler for shining the light where I didn't want to look, so that in the process I can become a better writer. I believe every great editor is a great writer.

...Lala turned around and saw a cop in his cruiser. Her heart sank. She’d had her fair share of run ins with cops. Some of them ran her off thinking her a prostitute or a bad element that had moved in. The cop put his vehicle in park and left it idling. He clicked out of his seatbelt and got out of his car.
“Yeah, is that a bad thing?”
The cop chuckled.
“I can tell by your tags that you’re not from around here…” he said walking all around the van. “So what are you doing here?”
“I just got a job here. I worked the lunch shift.”
“So you think you’ll be sticking around, then Miss--?”
“Parrish.”
He was fortyish with chiseled features. He stuck his thumbs in his waistband. After looking at the van he took a long look at Lala.
“Well, Ms. Parrish, I like the van. It looks like a labor of love.”
“You paint officer?”
“Officer Davis…When are you working here again?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Welcome to town, Ms. Parrish. See you tomorrow.” He sauntered off to his car, got in and drove away. Lala raised a brow wondering if she’d just become a target. And if so, of what?

I'm happy to announce that I have finished my second screenplay. WHEW! And right on time! Starting Nov. 1 it's NaNoWriMo!!!


If you're interested, you still have a few days to clear your writing plate! Yeah, I can't believe it either, but after thinking about it for two years, I'm jumping in.
How about you? Are you the next National Best Seller? It's just under 2000 words a day...If I just channel all my talking to writing....




90 Percent Inspiration


This post marks my 243rd post. It also means I'm 2/3 through my 365 commitment. I have to tell you, it was challenging, but not as bad as you might think.

I like that it has challenged my brain most days, trying to come up with something new to post every day. It's also been freeing. Because if I don't get to post it today, I can post it the next day.

Usually, I don't mind my brain being taxed.

Monday with a headache, our writer's group leader introduced us to the formula for sonnets. I'll probably get around to writing one, I was having an internal melt down trying to accomplish it.
Check out this one by one of my friends in the group. It's beautiful and thought provoking.

Two Rejections Closer



You can’t win if you don’t play!
I see the slogans in the window of a convenience store. They are talking about the state lottery. I’ve never been a big gambler, or a small gambler when it comes to giving my money for a chance. If someone wants to raffle off of quilt, or a motorcycle, or even a house, I may buy a ticket. The money usually goes to a charity, an individual or a benefit fund. It seems, I don't know, more dignified somehow.
But, to some extent, I gamble in a different way. I write essays and then attempt to market them. I write queries to magazine and send them out.

An acquaintance of mine likes to keep “13 in play at all times.” That means she’s got 13 possible sales out there attempting to bring a check. I like that idea. When I implemented the idea, I liked watching the outgoing number rise. Of course, my expectation that an assignment or check will come in should rise as that number goes higher. I’m hopeful that as I become more consistent in keeping 13+ in play my income will reflect an increase. But there's an downside.
With an increase in submissions, comes the increase in rejections.
And now, I am two rejections closer to a Yes.
I went out to the mailbox. Nine times out of ten, the mail isn't for me but, strangely, my daughter. I suppose being at college age explains her recent avalanche. I don't get much mail, but about once a week a magazine shows up for me.
But, I got a surprise. I found a current issue of Harper's. I don't remember subscribing to it. I though maybe I'd sent the trial coupon in. But when I looked on the mailing label, it said that the subscription is for one entire year.
Wow! This is so cool! Someone got me a year's subscription to a great magazine. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
I just wish I knew why. Of course, I wish I knew who. But there is something magical about anonymous benevolence that inspires me. So, benefactor, if you happen to read this blog, thank you. I am truly inspired.
May you be blessed. And if you're hoping that the reading of this publication will elevate my writing to the next level, I hope I don't disappoint you.

Dinner and a Story



"My family can always tell when
I'm well into a novel because
the meals get very crummy."
Anne Tyler
I have been a little guilty of this myself. If I could just get this last scene right, and puzzle together the rest of the script, we could eat elaborate gourmet meals! Or so I think.
Because just as I am about to finish the last revision, I get another idea for a story and I can cook and think until the plot thickens and then, I feel desperate to write. Currently, I'm trying to finish a script and a book.

Are You the Newest Great Writer?





WRITE AND WIN 250,000$$
This is no time to be shy...If you got it flaunt it. It's time to cash in on those stories you've been saving for the grandkids, or when the statute of limitations ran out on your crimes, which ever's first. This is a legit site and the most astronomical prize for writing I have ever seen.
I think I might have a few to throw in the ring. Don't you?? I dare ya! I double-dog dare ya!

(Excerpted from Market Watch) San Francisco startup, FieldReport.com, is launching the web's largest writing contest with a $250,000 grand prize for the best short true-life story.
FieldReport.com is a new online community where storytellers compete for cash prizes awarded by the site's membership. In addition to the grand prize to be awarded on December 1, 2008, writers compete for 20 monthly prizes in categories as diverse as Brush with Fame, Animal Beings, and 36 Hours. Teen writers vie for the annual TeenReport $25,000 scholarship award.
"Everyone has a story to tell, and anyone can win," says FieldReport's CEO, William Petty. "FieldReport brings its members together over the most entertaining and meaningful content imaginable -- the true stories of their own lives."

Unlike American Idol and Dancing with the Stars, FieldReport has no professional judges. FieldReport's unique software system enables anyone to participate as writer, reviewer or both. FieldReport's patent-pending Objective Community Ranking Engine combines a blind review process with an innovative rating system -- a significant departure from the simple voting systems used by other websites. The goal is to give every submission a fair shake by eliminating the popularity factor that skews rankings on other sites.

FieldReport was created by a group of San Franciscans who believe that, even within our new blogging culture, there are literally thousands of great writers who have yet to be discovered. FieldReport gives them a platform, while offering readers a great experience of true-life storytelling.
What do you think? You gonna at least try it?

Words to Live By



"There is no great writing,
only great rewriting."
~ Justice Brandeis

the Rambler Magazine

This magazine bought one of my stories, A Postcard from St. Out There. The editorial staff was prompt in replying and a real pleasure to work with.
This is one of those glossy literary magazines I personally find to be a relatively accurate pulse of people in our fair country, much like The Sun magazine, because the content changes radically from one issue to the next.

If you get the issue I apologize in advance for the S-bomb personally dropped in my story. I've read the entire issue ( there are other bombs) and was particularly moved by The Bardo of Good-bye by Charisse Coleman.

I hesitate to recommend it to my conservative Christian friends. To my writer friends: Check it out and consider submitting a story. They'll make it worth your time. Click on the photo to go straight to their site.

Tweaks and Rewrites



Jack Bunny found the PDF version of my recent
rewrite to Alyce Times One in his e-mail yesterday.


It's liberating and a little daunting to think about rewriting a full length play. A few scenes were a little spare and needed fattening, a few might've needed trimmed. But once I began it swept me away. The story barely pauses to let one catch their breath. I like that.


He wrote back that he was thrilled. And proud of me! (smile)

I always feel a little guilty when someone/anyone says kind things about something (in this case writing dialog) that's so easy for me. I think, how could I have sweat over this more? But I trusted his talent to direct and redirect where necessary and that he wouldn't let me screw up his Baby (play).


The pages open before me and draw me into the dialog. It becomes so real that I start recognizing what should be said. If they didn't say that, then I scribble in what sounds appropriate. As a writer mentor once said, "Make every word fight for it's life."


A few more punch lines, were added, a few less redundancies (hopefully) and a really powerful story just evolved, yet it remained true to the direction.

In the beginning of the second act, Scene two. Jack and Alyce Peterson are together and he's prodding her memory.
"What do you remember?"

I chose this after several less colorful options, mainly because it easily allowed blanks to be filled that clarified the last event from the first act and bridged to the final scene with out introducing any more characters.


I can't wait to see where it goes, or what happens next. Mr. Bunny's been getting that feeling like something amazing is about to happen. Now, I'm waiting to see the fruit from that tree!

We'll keep you in the loop about production as soon as we can cut it in stone. Wink wink!
"A good book contains more wealth than a good bank."
Roy L. Smith


I'm tweaking the latest play that I co-wrote with Jack Bunny. It has been really a lot of fun working on this project with such an accomplished mentor. Who knows, maybe it will sweep the country and be playing on a stage near you! We'll keep you posted.

The One Thing

I’m friends with a woman whom I have always thought to be incredibly strong. I met her in a single mom’s group when I was a single mom. She had shared with me that she wasn’t going to let her divorce get her down.
She committed to do the one thing: putting on her lipstick every day.
“This became my defiant refusal to give in to the despair, fear, worry, self-doubt, etc; that I was battling on the inside," she said. "So, for me, taking the time to face myself in the mirror each morning, affirming my worth by making the best of what I've got to work with, taking a few minutes just for me, carefully highlighting my smile (and yes, damn it, I am going to smile!)... "

Every morning, willing or not, depressed or not, she pulled herself up out of bed and applied her lipstick. I’ve never forgotten my friend’s determination. It reminded me that just maybe during this grieving process, I already have my one thing.

I started this 365 blog just a few days before tragedy came, because another friend mentioned it in passing on her blog. I have to laugh at how many people recommend writing through such an event. Maybe Joan Didion’s book The Year of Magical Thinking was just such an exercise.
Eventually, we get through the period of time that causes us so much pain. When you look over your life what pulls you through? What is your one thing?

Recent Publication

I had the pleasure of contributing 4 dates to this anthology. It made me smile when the email announcing publication arrived yesterday.

This is not your typical "Christian" book. At the time I heard about this project, editor Patricia Lorenz had already gotten repeats of popular Bible quotes. I submitted my work based on famous author and artist quotes (which I collect) and all but one of my submissions were accepted.

If you're looking for a daily dose of inspiration, wondering if you have what it takes to be a writer, or just want to see what some other writers think about as they work, this book could be just what you're looking for. It's filled with funny anecdotes, tips on writing and a thought provoking quote for each day.
Daily Devotions for Writers is the brain child of Patricia Lorenz who worked tirelessly to complete the book as a fundraiser for The Writing Academy (www.wams.org) Look below for more information about the book and how to get your copy.

Daily Devotions for Writers by: Patricia Lorenz (Author)

ISBN: 0-7414-4594-8 ©2008
Price: $19.95
Book Size: 5.5'' x 8.5'' , 397 pages
Category/Subject: SELF-HELP / Motivational & Inspirational

Daily Devotions for Writers is the friend every writer needs: warm, real-life stories, prayers, and inspirational quotes to keep you writing every day of the year! Daily Devotions for Writers provides 366 true stories about the highs, lows, struggles, and joys of writing. This daily pick-me-up is a must-have for those who write professionally, for themselves, or for their families. The page-a-day readings include a short prayer and an inspirational quote. Daily Devotions for Writers takes you by the hand every day and shares real-life experiences to keep you writing. This friendly guide makes a perfect gift for yourself—or any writer in your life!


If Daily Devotions for Writers doesn’t crack through writer’s block, nothing will. This is a handbook no writer should be without. The real-life, page-a-day stories for every day of the year come from two hundred writers of all levels of expertise—from the most highly sought-after Christian writers in the country to those for whom this is their first publication. Daily Devotions for Writers depicts the joy, pain, ecstasy, agony, highs, lows, excuses, persistence, and pleasure writers go through in the quest to be published and share God’s word.

In addition to real-world advice about how to write, when to write, where to write, and what to write, Daily Devotions for Writers includes inspirational quotes and short prayers to help the words keep flowing.

Daily Devotions for Writers was compiled under the auspices of The Writing Academy (www.wams.org
), which in 2008 celebrates thirty years of fellowship and teaching writers to share God’s good news with a hurting world. The nonprofit organization’s instructional program includes courses in basic writing skills, essays, fiction, non-fiction, poetry, drama, devotional, myth, metaphor, memoir, and writing for children.


A Daring Adventure

I've been asked to let a budding young writer shadow me for career day. At first I thought, no way. We just buried the patriarch of our family. Then I thought about who I was at 14. I started thinking about what the shadow and I would talk about. What are the most important lessons for a writer to learn? I began thinking along the lines of how I could answer that. Before emailing the mother that I had agreed to career day, my mind had already accepted. Although nearly a month away, I'm excited to see what develops.

I've long been a believer in encouraging others to dream big dreams, reach for the stars and at least dare to overshoot their daily routine. I believe life is either a daring adventure or nothing.

Years ago, a young friend called me with an opportunity to travel and work abroad.
"Go!" I said. "Before the responsibility sets in."
Maybe it was my own desire for freedom that caused me to give that response. I was already tethered to a house and spouse with a baby on the way. A life in Europe sounded exotic.

He left and lived there two years, give or take. I don't know if they were the best years of his life, but he's glad he went, aren't you Savage Wit? He witnessed the fall of the Berlin Wall. His time in Europe changed his perspective. I enjoyed the photos, postcards, coffee and chocolates that occasionally turned up in my mail box.

There is nothing as intoxicating as living on the meridian of possibility the cutting edge of life, daring to dream. It keeps life interesting, sparking us alive. Maybe that's why people take vacations.

The older I get, the more things tend to stay the same. The more predictable they become, the more I want to stay home. But staying home is only good in small quanitities. Eventually, my brain begins to atrophe.
Then I find myself hankering for an aberration of almost any kind.

Jack Bunny might have it right. He works to live and gleans essence from people watching and bits of dialog from his part-time window of "the world." He gets out, keeps his wit sharpe and his eyes on the look out for something interesting. He's out shoveling snow at 69 and still living to tell about it.

I must remember to tell my 14 year old shadow about risk, taking a dare and above all, twisting the life out of every opportunity. Live your life as though you're in the middle of living a great story. So even if this mentoring gig doesn't go well next month, I'll tell her and myself, "It'll be a great story to tell."

On Some Level

A glance out the window revealed snow flakes big as clover blossoms skittering through the air, landing to become one with the windsculpted snow dunes. A white-out momentarily obscures the houses across the street. In unison every kid in Franklin and Delaware County hoped to God for another snow day. Maybe it was the wind, but I thought I heard a collective “Oh No…” of their parents, I among them..

On snow days, I end up cooking far more, washing more dishes and enduring constant surge of interruptions from the family I adore. I sit in the wine colored recliner, hypnotized by the motion, while chicken soup burbles on the stove.

I should be editing one of 261 essays that make up my list of default work.
But I stare out the window and see the layer of pristine snow that separates me from my neighboors cut only by the blade of a snow plow.

I wrap my cable knit sweater around me and sip coffee and think. If I push back and hold my head south, I can watch the snow and drift off to sleep.
It's Saturday. I'm sleeping in.