Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Healing Power of Poetry

Before I ever wrote a novel, before I considered publishing, I wrote poetry. I would not say that makes me a poet, but it was my way expressing those deep emotions within me during my teens and early twenties.

Last night I was feeling a little down. I dug up my old book of poetry. It’s an old orange Hilroy exercise book. The poems are written in pen with neat curlicue handwriting. Most of the poems are religious and there are little one-liners outlining what I was going through at the time they were written. This I guess was as close as I’ve ever come to having a diary.

As I read through I realized most were written as I was going through a period of transition and uncertainty. Many sought comfort in a confusing world. As I read them, my spirits began to lift. My faith in God and the goodness of man was restored. I was lifted from the doldrums. Those poems written decades ago still hold the power to cheer me up today.
I’ll share one with you:


Don't Worry Be Happy

Oft’ we’re burdened with troublesome life
Temptations, trials, heartaches, and strife
Yet when we think that all is amiss
God’s there to redeem us with salvation’s kiss
Don’t worry, be happy, God will provide
Who can prevail o’er us with God on our side?

Sadness and heartaches, violence and crime,
Overcast days, no sign of sunshine;
Be not dismayed, whatever you do
The good merciful Lord, will take care of you
Don’t worry, be happy, God will provide
Who can prevail o’er us with God on our side?

When low in the gutter, deep in the pit
Don’t shatter your life with a broken spirit
Put a smile on your face, say I’ll overcome
My Lord up in heaven will ne’er leave me alone
Don’t worry, be happy God will provide
Who can prevail o’er us with God on hour side?

Almost two decades ago when I came to this country I tried to publish the collection. I met with a stone wall; few publishers were willing to take a chance on poetry. But now as I read them I realize I would like to share them with the world. They may hold the power to lift another person’s spirits. So my question to you is: how do you go about publishing poetry?

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The Novelist and his Work: Degrees of Separation

The furor is at least a week old and has seemingly given way to newer feeding frenzies such as Weinergate. Yet, the uproar over VS Naipaul's recent pronouncements lingers in my mind.

Heralded for decades as the greatest living writer of English prose, Naipaul is no stranger to controversy. He has been characterized as a sadist, wife beater, whore-chaser and adulterer. His arrogance is legend.

So what has Naipaul, fellow Trinidadian, winner of the Nobel prize for literature, done this time to provoke the wrath of readers everywhere? Exhibit A: Excerpts from his interview with the Royal Geographic Society . When asked if he considered any woman writer his literary match, Naipaul replied: "I don't think so." Of Jane Austen he said he "couldn't possibly share her sentimental ambitions, her sentimental sense of the world". He elaborates: "I read a piece of writing and within a paragraph or two I know whether it is by a woman or not. I think [it is] unequal to me."

According to the great one, women are sentimental and have a narrow view of the world. "And inevitably for a woman, she is not a complete master of a house, so that comes over in her writing too." He tosses the expression "feminine tosh" around.

Cue collective screaming on the part of discerning readers of both genders, a stampede to hurl the work of acclaimed women writers in his face, and impassioned avowals to boycott his books.

My initial horror fast gave way to restrained amusement, then outright mirth. Just reading the comments on the Guardian article elicited numerous guffaws; I even had to Google British slang to find out the meaning of some of the more anatomically baffling insults wielded at the man. Here's a random sampling of the epithets:

"Delusional and sick" - "A waste of space" - "Narcissistic old bore" - "A total tool" - "Silly old fart" - "Mega-misogynist" - "Grumpy old git" - "A bit of a d**k" - "A twat" - and this beauty, "A prize berk". (Wow.)

Why my lighthearted reaction? To quote one Guardian commenter: "Perhaps Naipaul the man is worthy of contempt [but] his novels are generally sublime." I have learnt never, ever, to confuse the writer (or actor, or painter) with his creative work. If we were to dismiss writers on account of their character flaws we readers would have lean pickings indeed.

As a matter of fact, we might have no pickings at all.



Monday, June 6, 2011

Day Jobs


I'm late posting this, because I have been working a day job for the last six weeks that has been exhausting. I write and produced on-air fundraising for Channel Thirteen in New York, and the job built up to a six hour music marathon on Saturday.

It was wild and crazy, live TV at its most challenging as we changed line-ups and segment lengths and orders to adjust our message as we enlisted new members. I am sorry I didn't get a longer blog up, but -- well, the reality of writing is that unless you are Stephen King or J.K. Rowling, you still need to work to pay the bills.

My cast and crew were great, I am exhausted, but the reward of the night was getting to meet Ronnie Spector, who was small enough to fit in my jacket pocket for a living Rock and Roll legend. There are some fun rewards of a day job from time to time, and I am going to appreciate the free time to write for the next few weeks even more as I look for the next gig.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Jumping to Conclusions: Remember the Roadrunner

My husband was sitting in the breakfast room last Sunday when a roadrunner came up to the sliding glass door, looked at him while wagging its upright tail, and held out a lizard. A few hours later, my husband went back to the breakfast room to finish the Sunday newspapers. The roadrunner came up to the door again, this time holding out a small bird. It then walked around the corner of the house, hopped up on one of the A/C units, and peered in the side window, bird still in beak, at my husband.

My husband thought the roadrunner was offering him presents. My reaction was that it was making sure we knew that it eats the creatures we spend so much time and money feeding. Later, I searched Google for a less anthropomorphic interpretation of the roadrunner's behavior. I found this at a page at the National Zoo's site:
Food items often play an important part in roadrunner courtship. In early spring, roadrunner pairs reaffirm their bond through courting and mating rituals. A male dashes close behind a female, a tempting lizard or snake dangling from his bill. He wags his cocked tail from side to side and occasionally springs into the air and clumsily hovers to keep her attention.

Apparently, I have a rival for my husband's affections. Either that, or the roadrunner is two-timing his reflection in the door with his reflection in the window.

What does this anecdote have to do with writing? It demonstrates that a piece of common writing advice —Show emotions through actions and reactions, don't tell them—doesn't work well. An action, unadorned with any hint of explanation, can lead to different interpretations or just plain confusion.

We each have had a unique life; the older we get and the more we've experienced, the more different our reactions seem to become. In book discussion groups and critique groups, I've seen each member derive a different meaning from a character's action. I often am confused while reading about what emotion the author wants me to assume underlies a character's pout or hand gesture or head toss. Without any further clues, I can think of several emotions that could cause a person to act that way.

Even if the emotion seems clear, the reason for it may not be. Recently, I was baffled by instances in a friend's fantasy manuscript in which characters drew away in disgust or showed revulsion after close physical encounters with dead people. I wanted to know what cultural taboo or religious belief caused them to react so oddly. My friend was baffled by my bafflement. Such a reaction seemed so natural to her that it needed no explanation. As a result of our different backgrounds and different experiences with dead bodies, we had very different assumptions about what is a "normal" reaction to a corpse.

I now ignore the advice about only showing the results of emotions. There are too many ways a reader can interpret any particular behavior. I encourage you, too, to ignore this advice. Remember the roadrunner, and give your readers a break. Give them some other hints about what your character is thinking or feeling. Let your readers know about relevant cultural mores or incidents from the character's life. Otherwise, they may find your character's behavior as baffling as that of the roadrunner at our door.

Have you ever had a reader grossly misinterpret something you showed without any telling? Have you ever been confused by a character's actions? Or do you think I'm wrong and that a good author can get emotions across entirely through showing?


Thanks for stopping by today. I'll be blogging again on June 21, the first day of summer.

—Shauna Roberts

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Strength In Numbers

Just as this wonderful community of Novel Spaces authors come together on a regular basis to blog about writing, I think it's important for authors to come together in general to support one another, discuss the business in general, and reach out to readers as a group.

This business is changing, not only from an electronic standpoint, but also as we've gone through a major recession and the business in general has taken a big hit. I find that more authors are writing collaborations and coming up up with ways to reach out in an effort to keep up with the changing and challenging times.

Recently, I organized a group of writers called Georgia Peach Authors (photo above - http://www.gapeachauthors.blogspot.com/). We're appearing at libraries, military bases, and local events. There's something special about sharing time and thoughts with fellow writers who "get it" and all walk similar paths, with similar interests, no matter the genre.

Also, the site I mentioned in a previous Novel Spaces post, http://www.achapteramonth.com/, is a group of twenty talented authors offering their works, one month at a time. My contribution debuts today, called Turnabout Is Fair Play. I think this concept is ingenious!

More of us should reach out to each other and write anthologies, or appear to discuss reading and writing, Skype with bookclubs, create joint FaceBook and Twitter pages, and/or invite readers to sit down and chat with us, etc. Author Mary B. Morrison had a Heart-to-Heart reader/author chat in her hotel room in Atlanta recently, and it was an amazing experience. It was a group of women coming together in complete honestly, without judgement, to discuss our past, present and future, and all of the insecurities, dysfunctions and accomplishments that go along with life in general.

Have you thought about the strength that "numbers" would bring in your career? The ability to reach out to others as a unit is so beneficial. Think about it, and share this journey with new and established authors. We're all in this thing together and we all need each other. It's not a competition. And there are definitely enough readers to go around.

Write on!

Friday, June 3, 2011

All writing is ...

I'm on record in several places as being firmly in the Robert Heinlein camp when it comes to revising and rewriting. (Heinlein's Rules: "You must write. You must finish what you write. You must refrain from rewriting, except to editorial order. You must put the work on the market. You must keep the work on the market until it is sold.") and a proponent of Dean Wesley Smith's codicil to Heinlein's Rules: "Write. Mail. Repeat."

Writing instructors often say things like "all writing is rewriting." I think the advice is well-intended. It's meant to take away the pressure many beginning writers feel, the sense of obligation that every word they write must be perfect. The assurance it's okay to throw something onto the page if you know it's only raw material you'll be able to shape and polish until you think it's ready for others to read gives them the courage they need to begin. But outside the classroom? You find very few successful writers give even lip service to the "all writing is rewriting" mantra.

But the prejudice against writing well the first time runs deep. Tell someone you wrote a novel in 90 days and they assume it's junk. Or that it would have been much better if you'd spent three times as many days on it. The fundamental credo underlying these attitudes is that the training wheels of composition/creative writing 101 are welded on; that whatever you write first is by definition simply a lump of raw clay. Weeks and months of further molding and shaping are necessary before it can be seen by anyone else.

The fact is the words written in the flow of creation are almost always the best. Rewriting, proceeding from the assumption that what you've poured out is fundamentally wrong and must be fixed, opens the door to beating all the life and spirit out of your story as you hunt for mythically perfect words.

Does this mean that one should print out and mail first drafts every time? Yes and no. In my response to XXXXX's * column on book signings, I mentioned passing the idle time by reading my own books and finding typos. I also find mechanical problems in my prose. For example, in Wolf Hunters (my 90-day, 93k-word novel) I have found nearly a dozen sentences that began and ended with 'though'. And occasional clusters of telegraphic sentences that I might now have linked with conjunctions. And this one gem: "Concerns such as budget didn't concern him." So there was a lot of housekeeping that would certinly have been taken care of before the ms went to the publisher. But none of them would have seen print if I'd had more than three days to review the proof pages; I'd have liked at least a week. But so far I have found nothing in the story itself that I would change. With short stories, when I am not on deadline, I usually do a pretty thorough job of scouring the grammar – which sometimes requires revising confusing paragraphs, clearing up subject/verb conflicts, eliminating redundancies, and deleting three in five adjectives. It is rare I rewrite any of the story itself. If I find several passages that need rewriting, I usually chuck the lot and write the story again without looking at the first effort. I've done that more than once.

I recently applied to an MFA program that required a selection of my fiction as part of the consideration process. In looking through my stock of unsold stories for examples of my style and craft I came across "Exploring," one of a half-dozen exercises I wrote during a short story workshop in 2005 at the late, and sorely missed, Oregon Coast Professional Writers Workshops. Kristine Kathryn Rusch and Gardner Dozois team-taught fourteen intense classes over seven days. In one afternoon session we were asked to write a detailed, multisensory description of a location we hated; someplace so negative we could not think about it without a visceral response. Then we were told to write a description of the same location – changing none of the details – from the perspective of someone who loved the place every bit as much as we hated it. The assignment for next day's session was a 2500-word short story set in that place. I chose the room my mother died in, and writing that story involved staring into space for a couple of hours after dinner, jotting occasional notes and thinking more about how I felt than plot, and two frantic hours of typing just before class. I had not looked at "Exploring" in over half a decade and though I remembered it fondly, I opened the file expecting to find something in need of a ground-up rewrite.

After reading it through twice and eating lunch, I changed one sentence. "The door to the hall had opened all the way and a nurse – at least he thought she looked too young to be a doctor – was in the room." became "The door to the hall had opened all the way and a nurse – or nurse's aid of some sort, since she looked too young to be out of school – was in the room." Anything more – any "polishing" – would have killed the story's spark and energy.

* (Say, did anyone notice the "XXXXX" in the fifth paragraph? Left that there on purpose. As I wrote that sentence I could not remember which Novelnaut had written the column on book signings. Rather than stop the flow of writing, fire up the internet and check, I put a placeholder – in all caps to catch my eye – and kept going. Do this. It prevents loss of momentum – or worse, loss of whatever it was you were writing. When everything up to this point and the closing paragraph were written, I did come online to check before posting. However, rather than put Jewel's name where it belonged, I decided to add a paragraph to the essay about the method. Because I wanted to mention that I also always go back over a story to check for placeholders as well. And yes, adding this paragraph did change the structure of my essay, which would appear to contradict the thrust of said essay. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.)

Do not ever assume the first thing you write has to be perfect. But just as emphatically, do not ever assume the first thing you write is nothing more than a rough lump of clay. Edit for clarity; revise for impact; regard with dark suspicion any urge to add words; and triple check to be sure all your placeholders have been replaced – but otherwise leave be. If you find yourself changing any more than 10% of your words – and I'm the lax student of prolific writers who put the number at closer to 5% – you are almost certainly robbing your story of the spirit that inspired you.

Because the truth is: All writing is writing.

[Note: If anyone is interested in reading "Exploring," say so in comments and I'll send you a PDF.]

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Life Adjustments: How Writing Helps Me Through Them

I'll admit it. I'm a creature of habit. I envy those people who can go wherever the winds blows without hyperventilating or having a full-blown panic attack. I crave routine, and when that routine is disturbed, it takes me a mighty long time to get back on track.

I'm going through one of those life adjustments right now, and yes, I've had a few panicky moments. Case and point, I just discovered that I completely missed my May 17th posting date on Novel Spaces! Oy! See what happens when your routine gets messed up?

However, I've discovered over the past few days that my one constant is my writing. The stories I worked on back when I lived in Texas just a few months ago are the same stories I pulled up on my computer while living in a hospital room while my mother recovered during her month-long stay. And I get to explore the lives of these same characters now that I'm back home in Louisiana, readjusting to yet another living situation. Once I open my manuscript, all the craziness of the past few months fades away. It's just me and the story. And it is wonderful.

Before I began writing, my favorite books served the same purpose. When I moved away for graduate school, I had a collection of books by my favorite author that I carried with me. I knew that no matter how difficult it was to adjust to my new environment, I could always find comfort and familiarity in those much loved stories.

How many of you have used writing or reading to get you through a rocky time?