Finding New Canyon Lake

By C.L. Beck

© 2007

In the 23 years we’ve lived in our small valley, we’ve never found the local fishing hole named New Canyon Lake. The last time we tried, we had a global positioning satellite (GPS) receiver and we still ended up light years away. The time before that was even more interesting.
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“Did you bring the map?” I asked my husband, Russ.

“What map?”

“We don’t need one,” my son, Dave interjected. “My friends told me how to get there.”

Right then I should have known. Men never think they need a map. That’s why couples spend hours circling the same four blocks in Sandy, looking for Temple Square.

“You just stay to the right,” Dave said.

The first right-hand fork in the road arrived quickly. It dead-ended half a mile later, at a locked gate. The sweat trickled down our necks as we got out, swatted mosquitoes, and looked around.

“I don’t see a lake,” I said.

As we piled back in the truck, Dave mumbled, “Maybe they said stay to the left.”

An hour of left turns later, the dirt road narrowed and the aspen grew closer. I asked, “Shouldn’t we be there by now?”

Russ and Dave looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and Dave said, “It’s probably just around the bend.”

Russ swatted the gnats that buzzed him. “Give it one more chance. If it’s not around the turn, we’ll head back.”

I should have ignored them and listened to that inner voice screaming, “You’ve donated 20 pints of blood to mosquitoes and you’re lost. Go home.” No one wants to be the kill-joy, though. We drove on and within minutes I heard a loud “clunk”. “What’s that noise?” I asked.

“What noise?” Russ jerked the wheel right and left, too busy avoiding trees to hear anything.

Then he slammed on the brakes. We peered over the dash. The road dropped in a downhill grade that would make even a mountain goat hyperventilate.

“Time to turn around,” I said, prying one white-knuckled hand loose from Dave’s knee and the other from Russ’s forearm.

“There’s no room to turn,” Russ said, so we drove on. The truck clunked every time the steering wheel rotated. I had visions of tie rods snapping as we bounced along.

A few minutes later, I asked, “What’s that smell and why are we going so fast?”

“What smell?” Russ replied, never taking his eyes off the dirt crevice we were pretending was road.

“The one that smells like burning brakes,” Dave said.

Now I had visions of tie rods snapping and us pitching headlong down the mountain side, the truck a flaming fireball from over-heated brakes. After a tense half-hour filled with clunks and smoke, the grade leveled and we flew down the last hill, bouncing around in the cab like the ball in a pinball game. The truck slid to a stop, the red-hot brakes still smoldering.

Dave pointed at a guy walking towards us. As he got close, the man took his cap off and smoothed his silver hair. “Where’ve you folks been?”

“Up the mountain. We were looking for New Canyon Lake.”

“You’re not anywhere near it,” the man said. “You’re in the valley, in Pigeon Hollow. Did you drive the whole way down on that sheep trail?”

I blinked twice. “Sheep trail? That wasn’t a four-wheel drive road?”

“Nope.” He put his cap back on. “Nice day for a ride, though.” He headed towards his truck, then turned and called, “You can leave my field by that gate over there.”

I looked at Russ and shook my head in disbelief. “We’re sitting in Pigeon Hollow—in some farmer’s field.”

“And we came down the mountain on a sheep trail,” Dave said.

Russ sniffed the air. “No wonder our brakes are burning and we have a clunk.” Silence prevailed, broken only by a meadow lark’s song. Finally, Russ said, “Next time, maybe we should take a right before we hit the sheep trail.”

“We’re never going to find it by driving around aimlessly,” I said.

Dave scratched a mosquito bite. “I read that one day scientists will come out with a futuristic, super technology, satellite tracking thingy—”

“And then we’ll find it,” we all said in unison.

(Wondering what all this has to do with writing? Check back next Monday to find out!)

Just Sing, Sing a Song

By Keith Fisher

If you were born close to when I was, you probably remember Karen Carpenterhttp://www.karencarpenter.com/ giving advice. She sang, "Don’t worry that it’s not good enough for anyone else to hear. Just sing, sing a song." (see the lyrics)

Recently, I was talking with a young man, (about twenty-three) and the conversation turned to career choices. He didn’t know I was a writer when he mentioned his desire to be an author.

I asked him what he was doing about it, and he told me he was planning to take some classes and go on the internet to learn how to do it. I asked if he reads a lot. He said, "of course not, who has time for that?" Since he’s addicted to World of War Craft, I understood his reasoning.
I asked if he was writing and he referred me back to the earlier part of our conversation when he mentioned he’s going to learn how.

Since I’m not a writing instructor, and since others may be searching the internet for writing advice, I’m going to share with you some of what I told him.

Certainly, there’s a need for education—get all you can, but the best advice I’ve ever read from published authors is to write. When you’re not writing then you need to read. Books about writing will help, but books written in your chosen genre can help you more. Reading and writing are necessary in learning to write. If you aren’t writing something I question your desire to be an author.

Most of the authors I know were very good at playing make believe when they were children. Now that they are adults, it carries over. The stories are still in their heads trying desperately to come out. If you think about it, you’ll realize you’re already writing those stories, they just never get put on paper.

So, who cares if what you write is full of grammatical errors? If you’re reading, you will see first hand how sentences are fashioned and paragraphs are put together. Just write what’s in your head.

Then, after you write it, get help. Ask a trusted friend to give you advice. Preferably someone who will be honest with you. It doesn’t matter if the person has any expertise in writing or not. If what you have written is difficult to read they will know it, and you can learn from what they tell you.

While you write, take classes and go to writer’s conferences. Learn how to perfect your craft and submit what you write. If you wait until you get training you’ll never do it. To paraphrase the song above, don’t worry that you’re not good enough to write that magic book. Just write, write the words.

On a previous note, I lost count in the BIAM but I finished another book to edit. I’m turning back to another one this weekend. Pretty soon all my projects will be waiting for editing. Wish me luck and start writing.

Doom, Despair and Agony on Me

by G.Parker

When I was a kid, we used to watch the HeeHaw show. (I realize that dates me, but oh well.) A part of the show used to be these two hill billies singing this song, and then comparing notes to how miserable their lives were. I loved it -- the comedic part of it, of course.

Now I realize that my life goes in stages. Last week I commented on when I felt at peace, and quoted While You Were Sleeping. What I have come to realize is that our lives are more of a cycle -- we have the good that cycles through with the bad. It's like President Hinkley said in one of his talks -- life is a train ride. You have the long bone numbing darkness of tunnels and night sky, and then brief moments of glorious vistas. (That's not verbatim, but the general idea.)

This past month has been one up and down bit of the cycle. Things have been wonderful one day, and then miserable the next. I realize that everyone has these cycles, and that everyone experiences these same things -- it just seems more important when it's you.

Writing is much like this. Books, or stories also contain the same flow. Most people don't like to read the 'sappy' books where everyone and everything is happy and wonderful, with perhaps one major problem that is over come by the end and everyone walks off into eternity.

While I don't like tragic endings, I don't like sappy books. I like books that have meat to them, a little suspense, a little difficulty, a character that has flaws -- in other words, something that is close to my own life, but just a little better. The little better part gives me hope. It makes me think that my life can get better.

These are also the kind of books I like to write. I try to make my characters real and believable. I try to make the plot a little thicker than Aunt May coming to town and matchmaking Jenna with her best friend's son who just came home from a mission and all the comic interactions. While that may be funny, and sometimes just what the doctor ordered, that's not what I want to write. There is lots of that kind of stuff out there.

And, while my life cycles around, so does my writing. I have found that my writing has changed dramatically from when I was a teenager. It has changed a great deal since I've formally announced to the world I'm a writer. While it has mostly gotten better and more interesting, it has also taken on valleys of murkiness that make the plot harder to find and the characters less fulfilling. I find myself asking the question -- am I writing to make money or to find my true voice? It's not the simple question you would think.

While most of us don't expect to become best selling authors over night, we do want to be published. That's one of the reasons we're doing this blog. We want to be noticed. When we publish something, we want the world to know and take notice and BUY that book. We didn't plan on dying in obscurity -- although you will find that most authors are NOT extroverts. We are content to write in private, with our little computers screens blinding us while the world carries on. We just want our work to be noticed. It would be great if I could continue on in relative obscurity, but it doesn't work like that for the rich and famous of the literary market.

What I'm rambling on about is how everything seems to tie together. The seasons change, we feel up and down about them. Our lives change, they have up days and down days, tragic times and glorious times. Our writing changes, growing, weaving, maturing.

Life is an amazing gift that we have been given. We need to treasure each moment we have to do what we have chosen to do. I'm so very thankful that I've been given this gift -- I just wish it would progress faster!

Two of My Favorite Things

By Nichole Giles

For any of you who are keeping track of my progress in the 30-day challenge, today is September 27, 2007 and my word count—by the end of the night—will top 47,000 and my story is in it’s last scenes. (I believe that deserves a cheer!)

My friend Rachelle has so kindly included me in another game of tag. This one is much different than some of the others I’ve participated in, and it actually required some thought. It pertains to books and reading, two of my favorite things. So here are my answers to her questions. Happy reading.

My Reading: Okay, so this is a wide, broad, open topic and one of those questions—if left to the devices of a writer—that could take pages and pages to describe. I love to read anything gripping, anything heart warming or heart wrenching, and anything so fantastical that I am amazed someone thought to write it. Since this pretty much describes the majority of the books I’ve read in my life, I’ll whittle it down to my favorites. Romance is a big favorite of mine because, well, I’m a girl and girls love romance. I also love fantasy. Magical elements and otherworldly things fascinate me. The work of Stephanie Meyer and JK Rowling are good examples of this, Eoin Colfer’s Artemis Foul series is also a great fantasy series. And though I shouldn’t admit to it, Nora Roberts and Judith McNaught are romance-writing favorites. (Just skip the bad stuff.)

Total number of books owned: Yeah, right. As if I could figure that one out. I just got a new bookshelf in my office, (I had to clean out my bathroom closet because the books had crowded the towels right out) and it is completely full. So, I’m guessing somewhere in the several hundreds, not counting the books in my kids bedrooms and the ones in boxes in my basement.

Last Book I Bought: Um, well, I buy books fairly frequently. My first instinct to this question is the entire Stephanie Meyer series, but that is not actually the correct answer. Last week at the League of Utah Writers roundup I bought a stack of books, including Brotherhood of the Wolf, by David Farland, Enders Game by Orson Scott Card, and Wet Desert by Gary Hansen. Then on Saturday, a box arrived on my doorstep (books I had ordered over a month ago) containing Story Structure Architect, On Romance Writing, First Draft in 30 Days, and Character Naming Sourcebook. I have not actually finished any of these books, but intend to get started asap. Oh, and also I let my kids order some things from their school book orders. Wow, that’s a lot of books in one month.

Last Book I Read: I am currently reading Elantris by Brandon Sanderson, but during my long drive to the conference last week I audio-read Every Breath You Take by Judith McNaught. Also, I have been reading No Plot, No Problem by Chris Baty in preparation for my 30-day writing challenge. (I am 26 days in, and my word count as of last night is above 46,000. 4 days and 4000 words left.)

5 Meaningful Books: Oh, that’s a tough one. Can I choose series? I choose the Harry Potter series because JK Rowling pushed all the boundaries and rules and came out on top, ahead, and swimming in success. The Stephenie Meyer series because not only has she chosen Vampires and Werewolves as the good guys in the story, but also because she is a prime example of an LDS writer who has successfully stuck to her beliefs and swept the national market at the same time. The Children of the Promise series because I used to listen to the CD’s while I nursed and rocked my babies, and it kept me happy during all those sleepless nights. Tom Finder and The Dollmage by Martine Leavitt, because her amazing poetic style shines in these books, inspiring me to write something equally as touching. (I am still searching for Katura and Lord Death, but haven’t read it yet.) And last, but not least, I pick the Junie B. Jones series, because Barbara Park has given such a strong and personal voice to those books, that even my pre-teen children love to read them again. (They are written for first graders.) Okay, with two separate books by Martine, I guess that’s six. Guess you get a bonus answer.

Now for the fun part. I tag Gaynell Parker, Rhonda Gibb Hinrichson, and Karen Mittan. Have fun girls!

Creating A Mood

By Connie S. Hall

Many times as I write, I find myself trying to create a specific mood. When trying to do a fantasy story I love to turn on my fairy fountain, and sit listening to the sound of the running water. My imagination runs wild as I look at the many fairies I have flying around the room, and immediately I’m far away in fairyland.

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When writing a mystery I bet it would be best if it is a stormy night, and I can hear the trees branches scratch at the windowpane as I scribbled down my notes. Maybe some spooky Halloween music would add to the atmosphere.

I went to a conference earlier this year where Tristi Pinkston convinced me to live and breathe the era I was researching. For three full weeks, I didn’t read anything else. I only watched movies about the War of 1812, which is the current setting for my story. In doing this, I put myself in the scene. I then put my story away to complete later because I knew that this week while you are reading this, I’m in North Carolina walking the same path my characters walked. This is the final part of my research. When I return I’ll be ready to continue writing my story because I’ve created the perfect mood.

If you are like me, you may be having difficulty placing yourself in the setting of your story. If so, you should take time to place yourself in the world in which you wish to write. It helps turn your mind in the right direction.

Book Tag

By C.L. Beck
© 2007

Rachelle Christensen has tagged me in a game of book tag. I’ve found it fun to read how others feel about books and reading. I hope you’ll enjoy my part in the game.

My reading: This has me baffled. My reading what? My reading genre? My reading speed? My reading method? Okay, I’ll address that one. I read by opening the book cover and turning to the first page. Then my mind mystically makes sense of all those squiggles there. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, I get to drink hot chocolate while I’m doing it!

Total number of books owned: I’m not sure I can answer this. I have shelves full of books, cupboards full of books, books stacked in my bedroom that I keep saying I’m going to go through and give to the library. Not to mention all the children’s books that were my son’s as a young boy … and he’s been married ten years. And then there are the books, packed in a box in the basement, that were mine as a child. I can’t bear to part with them, and yet I’m running out of space for books.

But hey, isn’t this how everyone lives?

Last book I bought: 2008 Writer’s Market Companion. Okay, technically speaking, I didn’t buy it, my husband, Russ, did. I’m getting it for my birthday, but since I’m supposed to forget that I requested it, I won’t mention it again. But, I also got three freebies when I ordered the book-that-I’m-not-mentioning-again: 2008 Writer’s Market, You Can Write for Children (with workbook) and Find Your Voice.

Last book I read: Page after Page by Heather Sellers. It’s a book on writing by an author with good common sense. It had a few swear words, which I could have done without, but overall the book spoke to me and I found myself saying, “Yup, that’s exactly what it’s like when you’re a writer.”

Five meaningful books (to me at least): Only five, huh? I’ll exclude those that are already listed on my profile but if you want, you can go check those out as well. I'm also going to exclude the scriptures (because we’re all going to want to include those). So, here are five books that I find meaningful: Return from Tomorrow by George G. Ritchie; Rose in Bloom by Louisa May Alcott, The Wizard of Oz, by L. Frank Baum; Mormon Doctrine by Bruce R. McConkie; The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis.

As for tagging others so they can enjoy the fun, I tag Danyelle Ferguson. Go for it, Danyelle!

The Market Has a Feminine Feel

By Keith Fisher

I’ve heard it said that the LDS market is mostly female. At a workshop, I heard Willard Boyd Gardner say he discovered he was writing books for men to be purchased by women. I’ve also heard other male writers say they write for women.

I was told one of my books was written for women and I thought I wrote it for everyone. My editor suggested women want to see the feelings of my characters. Since then, I’ve been having a hard time wrapping my male mind around the idea of being motivated by feelings, but then again, I always thought I had a sensitive nature. (Don’t laugh guys, you should try it sometime).

Anyway I started doing a little research and discovered the people who buy and read fiction are predominately women. Not just LDS fiction, but national market too. I don’t actually have any numbers, but let me ask you, how many men do you know that read fiction?

While you think about that, let me remind you of another fact: There are more women on Planet Earth, than there are men. I heard the statistics came in around three to one.

With a market like that, perhaps we all should write stories for women to read. I’m not just talking about romance, but all genres. On the other hand if more men wrote for men in the LDS market perhaps we could persuade more men to read. (If you write it, they will read.)

I’m still going to try and write for universal audiences. Hopefully we can persuade more men to read, but I’m going to put on my analyst’s suit, get my characters on the couch and ask them how they feel.

By the way, I have written about 10,000 words in the BIAM challenge. I know others have larger numbers but I started late.

That Feeling of Contentment

by G.Parker

The other day we had the chance to go up into the mountains and see some of the fall colors. While we were driving, I experienced a feeling that I’ve had many times in my life, but it stands out because it’s such a wonderful feeling.

I felt totally content.

I was with my family, we were all healthy and happy, it was a gorgeous fall day, the leaves were gorgeous and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. Period.

It reminded me of the movie While You Were Sleeping. There is a scene where the father is talking to the son about life. He tells him that there is this one moment where everyone is happy, everyone is healthy and everything is going right. “For just that one moment, you have peace.”

That is the feeling of contentment to me.

It occurred to me that writing is somewhat like that. With writing, that feeling most generally comes when I’ve finished the book. When I’ve written “The End” at the bottom of the last page and I feel that I’ve accomplished something worth while.

In reviewing this process and my feelings regarding it, I realized that I’ve never felt this way while writing. During the writing process I’m usually too caught up in the whole idea – is the plot going to work like I want, are the characters real enough, do I have all the elements I want – to feel at peace with it. When things are going well and the thoughts are turning almost faster than I can type (which is pretty fast by the way), then the feeling is anxious – almost desperate, i.e., I’ve got to get this written down before the muse leaves me and the idea fades...

While that may not be your difficulty, I ask you: What do you feel while you’re writing? What do you feel when you are not?

When I’m not writing and I know I should be, that’s nerves. I twist my hands together and end up pacing around the house doing the random things that I need to do, but still feeling that I’m not accomplishing my true goal. I sit down at the computer and try to write, but other things are still in the way and I end up running again. I’m not able to fully relax and write unless I know other things are out of the way and I can concentrate. Perhaps that is a fleeting moment of peace, but it’s not lasting.

The lasting kind comes with a great big “The End” at the bottom of a printed page. I find contentment there.

Working to a Soundtrack

By Nichole Giles

By right of thirty-day novelists everywhere, I have managed to lose track of the days of the week. Somehow, Thursday has come and gone, and here I sit, in the last hours of the night only now just realizing that I have neglected my weekly deadline.

So, I have decided to enlighten you with something I have discovered this month during my adventure.

One particular Saturday, during my first week of feverish writing, I was holed up in my home office with my laptop while my children played in the next room. The noise level became distracting and unbearable, and so, in desperation, I found a few of my most soothing (and mostly instrumental) CD’s and created a soundtrack for my novel.

After procuring a pair of headphones, I was set.

In this I discovered an interesting thing. The mood and tone of my writing was so altered for the better, that I have continued playing and replaying this soundtrack as I write, and my creative mind has improved because of it.

If you have never tried it, I highly recommend giving it a shot. Everyone could use a creative boost, and mine came in the form of music.

Also, in case you were wondering, today is day 20—and my word count will top 35,000 by the end of the night. Just thought you’d want to know.

Take The Write Vacation

By Connie S. Hall

I’ve been getting ready for a vacation, and have discovered that you use the same steps in preparing for a trip as you do in writing. Here are some ideas to show you what I mean.

1. You have to have a launching off time, getting ready. I have my airplane reservations, and soon I’ll be packing my bags. You need to start writing your story with a plan in mind.

2. I have maps leading me from one hotel to the next. I do think I know where I’m going. Knowing where you are going with your story is important.

3. Decide where to start and end. It costs more to fly into one place and leave from another than it does to use the same airport both times, but the time you save is worth every dollar. Your story needs a good beginning, as well as a great ending.

4. You need to have places to visit along the way. You have to save time for breaks as you travel. Every story needs distractions, the same as every vacation.

5. Some days you feel like traveling for longer periods than you do on other days. Some interruptions are long and some are short. It should be the same with your writing.

6. My mother is traveling with me and I know she needs extra time to rest, and it’ll take longer on some days than other days. Leave room for unexpected delays. Throw in something unexpected as you write.

7. We have a destination planned, and know what we want to do each day. Have a firm plan in place as you write, but leave it free for changes.

8. The final part of our trip is a family reunion. We are saving this for the last in hopes it’ll be the best. As you write, keep the finish line in sight. The end should always be the best.

9. After more than two weeks we’ll be glad to finally be done and on our way home. Don’t give up writing your story until it’s done.

10. We will be glad to be home and delight in being with our family again. Celebrate the ending. KEEP WRITING!

Zarahemla Books: Edgy, but not Apostate, Part III

By Darvell Hunt

Part III: Why would LDS writers submit to Zarahemla Books?

Today I’m posting Part III of my series exploring the newest LDS publisher on the block, Zarahemla Books. You can find the previous two episodes by going to here and here.

In this third and final installment, I would like to ask (and attempt to answer) one last question: Why would I, as an LDS writer, want to submit my writing to Zarahemla Books to be considered for publication?

This, I think, is the most important question in this whole discussion. Why would I want to do this indeed?

First, why wouldn’t I want to submit to them? That’s a much easier question to answer. Zarahemla is small. They haven’t been around for very long. Who knows if this little publisher is going to survive in the LDS market? If something I wish to submit to them really were outside of the “normal scope” of what LDS publishers will publish, wouldn’t a national publisher possibly be a better choice for submission?

Maybe.

Suppose I could take my “edgy, but not apostate” LDS novel that was aimed toward the LDS audience and rewrite it enough so that it could be targeted toward the national audience. Would that be a good idea? More sales, bigger advances (the LDS market doesn’t really have advances), and generally, more publicity. That sounds like a good idea.

Or, should I submit it to Zarahemla Books, with hopes that it will sell enough to make the time spent doing the writing, publishing, and marketing, all worth it—or, at the least, to possibly break even? Does that sound like a better idea?

YES.

What, you say? Why?

Because the LDS market needs growth. We need more books like what Zarahemla wants to publish. If I can help grow Zarahemla Books by submitting something they don’t already have, yet still fits within their range of interest, then I believe I should do that to further their cause—because I believe in what they are doing.

Stupid? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Worth the risk? I certainly hope so. I like reading LDS books. Yes, many of them seem shallow, even sappy, to me, as I mentioned before, but I still like reading them. (Sadly, sometimes I like the idea of reading LDS books more than I like actually reading them, but that’s what I’m trying to help fix, right?)

Like many LDS readers, I do read more mainstream fiction than LDS fiction. I’d like to see that change. If at all possible, I would like to shift the ratio of the books I read to be more heavily weighted with LDS works. I would also like to do that for other LDS readers out there. Submitting to Zarahemla can help do that.

If my “edgy” material gets accepted by a national publisher, I might become a “small fish in a big pond.” I might also end up having to “spice it up” to make it acceptable to the national market, however. On the other hand, if Zarahemla were to accept it, I might become a “big fish in a small pond.” The income made and the copies sold would likely be considerably less, but—I would be making a difference.

Would making a difference be enough reason to submit to Zarahemla Books? I say YES.

As such, I am very interested in making a big splash in that little pond called Zarahemla Books. I also hope there are other LDS writers out there who would be willing to join me on that rock outcropping over this little pond, look down at the cool surface below, and prepare themselves to cannonball off into uncharted waters. Hopefully, we won’t hit the bottom on our way down.

You can find more about Zarahemla Books at http://www.zarahemlabooks.com/.

(See here for Part I. See here for Part II.)

And Then There was Lunch

By C.L. Beck
© 2007

While searching the internet not long ago, I discovered a tabloid article about a man who kept snakes, termites and poisonous arachnids as pets. It turns out one of his black widow spiders thought he would make a tasty treat and tried him for lunch. Then the other creatures finished him for dessert.

It’s my firm opinion that pets should have certain qualifications. Fur is always nice. So are feathers. And two or four legs are a good idea.

House pets should definitely have two eyes with a single lens in each. Any critter that you’re tempted to name “Compound-Eyed Igor” doesn't belong in a ventilated Mason jar under your bed.

My choices for pets are cats, dogs and rabbits. They’re affectionate without being overbearing. More importantly, none of them have ever wrapped a web around me and saved me for a snack.

Not long ago, I was outside enjoying the hummingbirds. Although they fit my qualifications for a pet, I don’t think of them as such. They’re more like teenage children. I feed them and clean up after them—in return, they buzz past me on their way to something more important.

The hummies were feeding heavily and it seemed like the right moment to put my finger on their perch. When they’re in a feeding frenzy, they’ll ignore you—also like teenagers—and land on your finger while sucking nectar.

I pulled a chair under the feeder and climbed up. Standing on tippy-toe, I stretched up as far as possible. My finger just barely touched the perch and my weight was off-balance, but I used the feeder to steady me.

Then the thing tilted. Sugar syrup ran out the little holes and onto my hand.

It was a matter of small consequence. I was determined to have a hummingbird land on my finger.

KitKat showed up. He’s a wonderful pet—furry, fat, four-legged and loving. Too loving. At that very moment he wasn’t content with me murmuring, “Nice kitty. Sweet KitKat.”

He wanted to be petted. He wanted to assure me of his love. I wanted to assure him he was headed for that great litter box in the sky if he came any closer.

In one bound, his round, orange body was on the chair. “Shoo! Go away!” I nudged him with one foot. The chair wobbled and syrup ran to my elbow as the feeder leaned at a precarious angle. Just then, 15 hummingbirds decided they wanted to eat … but not with me. They darted at my head using their beaks as swords in an attempt to give me multiple nose and eyebrow piercings—and to chase me off. I bobbed and weaved, the chair rocked, and sticky syrup dripped to my armpit.

Then KitKat took a flying leap up my pant leg, purring like a chainsaw. “Cat, get off me!” I yelled, wibble-wobbling back and forth, and shaking my leg wildly.

The hummers took off as if they’d been blitzed. KitKat, on the other hand, was oblivious to the catastrophe and continued to rumble his affection as he whipped around in every direction, still attached to my leg.

By now the feeder was empty—syrup had dripped to my waist. My jeans were shredded from cat claws. I disentangled the still purring feline, dropped him to the ground, and climbed off the chair.

KitKat entwined around my ankles as I made my way to the door. Tripping over him, I fell inside. Safe at last.

So much for affectionate pets; that cat practically killed me with love. But then again, I figure I can count myself lucky … at least he didn’t eat me for lunch.

I’ll do it Later, I Promise

By Keith Fisher

I don’t know how you do it, but my writing largely consists of what many call free writing. I sit down and start typing sentences, knowing where I want the story to go. It’s tremendously gratifying when I get into the zone and ideas flow faster than words. Lest you think it’s like that everyday I should mention, I have days when I know where I want the story to go, but I have no idea how to get it there. When it happens I usually put the story aside and work on one of my other projects.

It’s because of all those projects, and the need to edit them, that I resisted the BIAM (Book in a month) challenge issued by Nichole Giles from this group, and by Tristi Pinkston. I felt I needed to finish editing.

With the myriad ideas for other projects and three books that need to be finished, the call of the zone was haunting me. Editing is the most important job we can do as a writer. Good editing can make or break a book, but it’s drudgery. I’ve never been in the zone while editing, and as I said, the promise of flowing words was sitting there, alone on the shelf . . . Well, I couldn’t just leave it there, now could I?

I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right. I escaped to the joy of the open range of writing. I put my edits aside, and began to climb the mountain.

I remember when, as a kid, I put my chores aside in favor of going camping, riding horses or playing make believe. "I promise, Mom, I’ll get it done later," I said.

In like manner, I promise I’ll get the edits done too . . . later. I’m going mountain climbing with my friends. I’m a little late getting started and I haven’t set my goals yet, but I’ll keep you informed if you’re interested.

Zarahemla Books: Edgy, but not Apostate, Part II

By Darvell Hunt

Part II: Why a new LDS publisher?

As you may remember from my last blog entry, I posted a brief interview with Chris Bigelow of Zarahemla Books. See here.

Now that you’ve heard from Chris, I want to tell you what I think, specifically concentrating one of the questions that I asked Chris, which was: “Why do we need another LDS publisher?”

Now, before I continue, keep in mind that these are my own observations, and what I’m saying may or may not be representative of what the guys at Zarahemla Books believe. It seems to me, though, that there are more LDS readers who read mainstream fiction than LDS readers who read LDS-specific fiction, or novels published by LDS publishers.

Why is that, do you think? Why don’t LDS readers read LDS books? I believe there are two reasons for this. First, there are more mainstream books available than LDS books, and secondly, that many LDS readers believe that books published by LDS publishers are shallow, sappy, or just too much like attending sacrament meeting.

That’s not to say that material that could be read from the pulpit in sacrament meeting is not good material. The “big LDS publishers” are, in fact, producing some very good books nowadays. The quality of LDS books, particularly fiction, has been increasing over the past few years, and I think that’s great.

Even so, there are some books that the common LDS publishers will not publish—books that I think should be published. If more LDS readers are reading mainstream fiction than LDS fiction, there must be room for LDS material that is not currently being published. Books that fit into that category, I believe, are what Zarahemla Books wants to publish.

To be fair, I should also ask: “Why are people reading LDS fiction?” Again, I think there are two main reasons. First, LDS readers want to read “safe fiction.” Take, for example, my wife, who likes to read quality mainstream romance. Some of the stuff she reads from the mainstream market offends her, so it’s natural for her to look to the LDS market for books that she considers “safe.” Secondly, LDS people like to read about LDS people and their experiences. LDS fiction seems “closer to home” than mainstream fiction.

The problem is, as I see it, that there is plenty of material that LDS readers want to read, that is not necessarily appropriate to be read from the pulpit, but yet deals with issues many LDS people see every day, or at least issues they want to read about. Nobody has been publishing these types of stories.

Think about some of your favorite mainstream fiction books. Could Deseret Book publish them? Why or not why? If Deseret Book could not publish them, does that mean that you shouldn’t be reading them? In some cases, yes, perhaps, but certainly not in all cases.

If there is demand for something that is not currently available, a window of opportunity is created. Zarahemla Books has seen that opportunity and is trying to fill that void with good quality books that LDS people want to read. And, in my opinion, they are doing an excellent job doing just that.

See part III of this discussion next week for why I think LDS authors should write material to submit to Zarahemla Books.

See here for Part I. See here for Part III.)

Follow Your Fingers

By Nichole Giles

Last week I told you that I am taking a 30-day writing challenge. This week I thought I’d update you on my progress. As a recap, this is a challenge to write 50,000 words in 30-days. This challenge is otherwise known as National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, (see http://www.nanowrimo.org/) and usually held in the month of November. I started the challenge on September 1st, knowing that November is a really busy month for me, and also having an idea in my head that I just couldn’t wait to get started writing.

Today is September 13, and I have officially written more than 23,700 words.

I have learned something in the last 13 days. In the past I have made vague outlines, researched ideas, and always done lots of pre-writing. This time, I started with two characters and one scene I could see in my head. And I have never been able to so freely allow the characters to lead me through the story. It’s an amazing feeling, and completely liberating. If you have any inclination for attempting this challenge, I highly recommend joining NaNoWriMo this coming November.

I recognize that I haven’t yet won this challenge, but I am confident in my abilities and determined that I will. And having announced this to all my readers, I expect you all to hold me to it!

Stay on the Path

By Connie S. Hall

Many times while hiking, I’ve run across a sign that said Stay on the Path. As I continued down the path, it became clear that this was excellent advice. I’m not an expert, but some of the hills had steep drop-offs, and the turns were sharp. Some of the ground looked unstable. To someone with better eyes than I or with some experience there may be other reasons for the cautious sign.

Sometimes when walking life's paths, some of us want to linger in dangerous places, thinking that it is fun and thrilling and that we are in control. The only place I feel in complete control is when I’m writing. I can make my character do whatever I want them to do. I can make them live on the edge, but that is a path I shouldn’t take.

When climbing the mountains of life, I know I should stay on the right path. There is only one path that leads to happiness in this life, and it’s following the directions of Christ. Although writing has taught me to stay on the path, I have found that my characters need to stray sometimes, or the story gets too boring. Conflict is necessary, but as my story concludes, I hope to show my readers a good course to follow in reaching happiness.

A Moan-day Analogy

By C.L. Beck
© 2007

Last week I told you about the mixed-up, goofball things that always seem to happen because it’s a Monday. In particular, there were gargantuan weeds, a weed-whacker that wouldn’t work, thorny roses that needed to be trimmed and a sprinkler valve box that flooded. I never even told you that my bad, bad dog, Corky Porky Pie, ran away in the midst of all of it. At the end of my tale of woe, I promised you an analogy to writing.

Actually, I promised you a pithy, Pulitzer Prize worthy analogy, but I’m hoping you forgot the pithy, prize-winning part and will just settle for an analogy.

G. Parker, a member of our blogging team, always signs her emails with the phrase, “Writing is life!” And if you think about it, the converse is true as well. Life is writing. A writer’s day is full of events that could become a sonnet, short story or a novel.

This leads me back to my pithy analogy—minus the pith.

If I choose, I could write about the roses from last week and compare the pain of trimming them to the pricks to our heart when we receive rejections. On a less personal theme, I could talk about how a story unfolds with the beauty of a rosebud in the morning sun.

Then there’s always the weed-whacker. How easy to compare trimming weeds to trimming the dead weight out of our writing. Or to give a reminder that those weed-eaters can get out of control and obliterate everything in their path. The analogy to writing? Always save your work so when you whack something you hadn’t intended, you can bring it back to life again. Unfortunately, I can't do that for my poor roses.

I could go on and compare the flooded valve box or the run away mutt to writing, but why not let you say a few words? Tell me the analogies that come to mind from last week’s blog, or an analogy that you thought of today. I’m sure that many have run through your mind. After all—writing is life and life is writing.

Books C.L. has enjoyed:
Life is Like Riding a Unicycle by Shirley Bahlmann
Publishing Secrets by LDS Storymakers (BJ Rowley and others)
Writing for Story: Craft Secrets of Dramatic Nonfiction by Jon Franklin
Self-Editing for Fiction Writers by Rennie Browne & Dave King
The Art of Photographing Nature by Martha Hill with photographs by Art Wolfe

View C.L.’s other work:
Newspaper Column
Photography Website
Life is Like Riding a Unicycle by Shirley Bahlmann (Story on pg. 70)

Mystery Solved

by Keith Fisher

Recently, in another blog, there was a discussion going on started by Julie Coulter Bellon. It was about the mysterious disappearance of socks when they go through the cleaning process. After careful deliberation, I believe I have the answer to the mystery.

Unfortunately, the solution doesn't solve the problem. There is an unseen force in the dryer, something that is performing a sock makeover.

I had a pair of matched argyles, the only one I owned. One of them came up missing until I discovered it had magically changed color. It still looked like the original, but was a different shade, therefore unusable together. Since then, I have discovered more socks that have met the fate of the rogue sock plastic surgeon.

I have heard that some identical twins spend their whole life trying to distance themselves from their twins. Maybe it's a psychological sock problem. It couldn’t have anything to do with washing them with whites.

Now with that solved, we can move on to other things. I started reading False Pretenses by Carole Thayne this week and I love it. I met the author at the LDStorymakers conference and I was ashamed to admit I’d never read her work.

I found a copy, and I’m in awe of the masterful way the author brings the reader into the lives of the characters. I began to care about these people from the moment I met them. Don’t tell me how it ends I’m looking forward to savoring the story.

Now about me, I followed the link in Tristi Pinkston’s blog and found that in the year I was born,

• Dwight Eisenhower is president of the US.
• The First civil rights bill to protect ‘Blacks’ voting rights since reconstruction is approved by Congress.
• Hurricane "Audrey" destroys Cameron, Louisiana killing 390 people.
• National Guardsmen bar nine black students from entering a previously all white Central High School in Little Rock.
• Russians launch Sputnik I, first earth orbiting satellite.
• The FBI arrests Jimmy Hoffa and charges him with bribery.
• Vanna White, Osama bin Laden, Sid Vicious, and Melanie Griffith are born.
• The Milwaukee Brewers win the World Series.
• The Detroit Lions win the NFL championship.
• The Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup.
• On the Road by Jack Kerouac is published.
• The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss is published.
  

I hope you have a great Saturday. Perhaps I’ll see you at the Utah State Fair. Look for the Dutch oven cooking.

A Silly Test

by G.Parker

Well, I wasn't going to post today, since I've been sick all week and didn't have anything prepared. But while perusing other blogs, I came across this silly test that actually proved I do have some writing - as related to grammar - skills. I figured it was appropriate for this blog, as that is what we are about, right? So why don't you take the test and see what you get?

You Scored an A

You got 10/10 questions correct. It's pretty obvious that you don't make basic grammatical errors. If anything, you're annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs. As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they're only human. And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes.

The It's Its There Their They're Quiz

30-Day Challenge

By Nichole Giles

Remember that great idea you had last year? The one that came to you in the middle of the night and was so brilliant you were certain it would become a bestseller as soon as you wrote it? What happened to that story?

If you’re me, that story is still sitting—in the prewriting stage—on the pages of a notebook. You may have taken the time to enter all the ideas to a document on your computer, but there it stays, still waiting for you to find the time to write it.

I have a lot of great ideas, but no matter how hard I try, it seems like I never have quite enough time to get them all written. The life of a mother is always busy, but a lot of authors are mothers who somehow find the time to make their deadlines.

Last week I was pondering the why of this. Why, for instance, is it possible for a mother of six to crank out four books a year—all while her baby drinks a bottle on her lap? And why am I barely able to finish two full rough drafts in that same amount of time while my kids are all in school?

I don’t know for sure, but I’m thinking the answer comes down to one word. Deadline. The mother with the baby has a deadline, and I don’t. Or didn’t. The solution is simple. I need a deadline too.

As I pondered all this, I happened to pick up a copy of Chris Baty’s “No Plot? No Problem: A Low-Stress, High-Velocity Guide to Writing a Novel in 30 Days.” His solution sounded not only simple, but also challenging and fun. Chris Baty is the founder of the National Novel Writing Month—which commences every November, and challenges participants to write 50,000 words in 30 days. The problem is, November is a rotten month for me. So, as I read it, I decided to take the challenge in September.

I picked an idea and ran with it. The good news is, over the weekend I was able to pass up the 10,000-word mark. The bad news—well, I’m too busy to worry about that. I’ll let you know at the end of the month.

Anyone else up for a challenge?

Challenge

By Connie S. Hall

I’m a member of the League of Utah Writer’s, the Oquirrh Chapter. In our August newsletter, the editor issued a challenge for us to think of our own personal methods of procrastination and share them. Why did he ask us to do this? Because someone posted an article, 31 Reasons Why Writers Don’t Write.

Before I read the above reasons, I hadn’t thought that I was procrastinating when I didn’t write. I hate procrastination. Why would I do it? He is right, some days I do put off the task of writing.

I don’t want to avoid writing today, so I’m not going to spend more than 10 minutes coming up with some things I’ve found myself doing. Maybe you would also like to take the Challenge:

1. I have to read all my emails.
2. I play Solitaire.
3. I think, “I’ll just Google it!”
4. I write articles like this.
5. My desk is too dirty.
6. I need to start dinner.
7. I’d rather do research.
8. I forgot to call a friend.
9. I need to finish planning my next trip.
10. Maybe I need to go see my mom.

If I’m not in the mood to write, I know I can think of many more reasons to postpone what I know I should do. If I dawdle and skip a day of writing, it’s harder the next day to become motivated. I think I need to be more positive and think of reasons why I need to write. If you have some good reasons to write maybe you should pass them on to me to keep me motivated.

Zarahemla Books: Edgy, but not Apostate, Part I

By Darvell Hunt

Part I: Who is Zarahemla Books?

I wanted to find out more about Zarahemla Books, so I purchased their entire catalog of available books. That maybe seem like an expensive endeavor, but it cost me less than $75 to do (see http://www.zarahemlabooks.com/). I’m looking forward to reading all six of them.

What is Zarahemla Books? Well, if you look at a list of LDS publishers, it’s probably going to be the last one on the list—and that’s not just because it starts with a Z.

Zarahemla Books is one of the most recent additions to the LDS publishing world. This week’s blog is part one of my coverage of this new LDS publishing company, in my quest to find out more about who they are and what they plan to do.

I recently conducted a short interview with Chris Bigelow, the founder of Zarahemla Books, and here's what he had to say:

Q: Why did you start Zarahemla Books?

Chris: Several reasons. One, I sensed that there's room for other Mormon publishing approaches between the extremes of Deseret and Signature. Two, the new technologies of digital printing and distribution make it doable on a smaller scale, in terms of money and effort required. Three, I was aware of several good manuscripts floating around that I wanted to publish. Four, I'm in a career midlife crisis and have been looking for more interesting, meaningful things to do.

Zarahemla Books focuses on edgy-but-not-apostate Mormon novels and memoirs for adult readers; we don't do historical, doctrinal, or children's books. We started about a year ago, and we've published six books so far; you can learn about them at www.zarahemlabooks.com/main.sc.

Authors are welcome to query us at editor@zarahemlabooks.com. We respond fast on queries, and if we're interested we'll request that you e-mail part or all of the manuscript; we accept no submissions of any kind on paper. It will be a few months before we decide what to publish next year.

Q: Why do we need another LDS publisher?

Chris: Deseret and its clones don't take enough risks—if anything, they have gotten more conservative and limited in the past several years, as far as what stories they're willing to publish. On the other hand, Signature publishes some good stories, but they do only one or two novels a year, and they're known mostly as a skeptical academic press that focuses on history and doctrine, not as a source of faith-compatible entertainment.

I believe there's a middle ground of more adventurous, open-minded Mormon readers who might be willing to read franker, riskier, earthier stories that still leave room for faith. It would be healthy for our culture if publishers and bookstores started serving these readers more and helping this alternative market to grow, because a sizable minority of Mormons don't relate with the Deseret outlook on entertainment. I think we could do well with some well-written adult Mormon mysteries, science fiction, and horror, stuff that's fun to read and not so squeaky-clean and unrealistic.

Q: What are your short-term and long-term goals for Zarahemla Books?

Chris: Short term, I'm trying to sell enough books to replenish the checking account enough to keep publishing more books. I just came out with my three new books for 2007, and so far it looks like commercial prospects are better for this crop than for last year's crop, so that's encouraging.

I would like to continue doing at least three books a year, as long as my resources of time and money allow. I'd like to recoup my start-up investment and maybe even begin earning a little, which would help justify spending so much time and energy on it. Another goal is to sell over 1,000 copies of a single title—that would be a real accomplishment, in my book.

Look for next week's continuation of my exploration of Zarahemla Books, which is a commentary on why I think Zarahemla Books is a good idea.

(See here for Part II. See here for Part III.)

Moan-day

By C.L. Beck
© 2007

Monday is misnamed. It should be called Moan-day. Why? Because if anything’s going to go wrong, you can bet it’ll happen on that day.

On this particular Moan-day, it all started with gargantuan weeds in the driveway, near our front sidewalk. Knowing you should use the right tool for the right job, I dusted the cobwebs off the old weed-eater. I plead with it to start and begged it to run long enough to whack everything ... including the grass in the rose bed.

It started. Thirty seconds later, the line disappeared. I spent 45 minutes—with the hot sun beating on my head and sweat dripping down my neck—trying to figure out how to pop the spool out to put in new line.

Finally, I realized it wasn’t going to happen and decided to trim the deadwood in the rose bushes—then tackle the grass and weeds by hand.

The roses kept poking me. The sun blazed in the sky, my hair plastered itself to my head and my eyes stung from sweat trickling into them. Walking around the rose bed to try getting pierced from another angle, I noticed something suspicious—the sprinkler valve box was overflowing with water.

A leak. No wonder the lawn had dry spots and the weeds in the driveway were thriving. I schlepped to the garage, got the sprinkling system key and turned the water off.

By now I had a wheelbarrow with dead branches at one end of the sidewalk, a weed-whacker and 100 foot extension cord at the other end, two valve box lids laying on the lawn, and the sprinkler key sticking straight up out of the ground. My yard looked like I was recovering from Hurricane Katrina.

I realized I hadn’t gotten much of anything done. My stomach growled for breakfast. I was ready for a shower. Or maybe a nap. I figured I could make it easy on myself and nap while I showered. But then the weeding wouldn't get done.

I moved to the valve box and started bailing water. The sun rose higher in the sky. It was 11:00 a.m. and all I’d accomplished was to get hot and sweaty.

After looking the situation over, I decided to give the weed-eater one more try. Into the house I went to call the weed-whacker people. The gal there didn’t have a clue how to get the spool out. My weed-eater was older than her mother.

I finally saw a little doo-hickey on the weed-whacker’s cover. One push and ta-da, the housing popped free.

The spool had 18 inches of tangled line. I fed some through, put it back together and started it whirring. Thirty seconds later, the line disappeared. I took it apart, pulled more line and started it up. Thirty seconds later? No line again … that weed-eater hated me.

With all the stopping and starting, the machine ran for a total of five minutes. During that time I managed to weed-whack my bare ankles, chop off the heads of the roses and cut three weeds.
By then it was noon. The heat had sizzled what was left of my brain.

Putting everything away, I decided I was finished with weeding for the year—maybe for the century. I headed inside. Forget that longed-for shower of hours ago; I was taking a nap—and sleeping straight through the rest of Moan-day.

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And what does this blog have to do with writing? Check back next week, when I plan to post a pithy analogy worthy of a Pulitzer prize—or at the very least an Academy Award!

What C.L.’s been reading recently:
Publishing Secrets by LDS Storymakers (BJ Rowley and others)
Writing for Story: Craft Secrets of Dramatic Nonfiction by Jon Franklin
Self-Editing for Fiction Writers by Rennie Browne & Dave King
The Art of Photographing Nature by Martha Hill with photographs by Art Wolfe

View C.L.’s other work:
Newspaper Column
Photography Website
Life is Like Riding a Unicycle by Shirley Bahlmann (Story on pg. 70)

Good News/Bad News

By Keith Fisher

Do you remember the old cliché of the mechanic who assessed the damage on your car and said, "I’ve got some good news and some bad news . . ."

I went to court the other day. Before you start worrying about me, I was there to give moral support to my friend who was being charged.

The bad news is he didn’t show up, the judge issued a bench warrant and set bail. The good news is I stayed for awhile and watched the human drama unfold for longer than I had intended to be there.

I work nights and the session was cutting into my valuable sleep time, but I watched as ordinary people dealt with some of the more difficult circumstances in their lives.

I found myself wishing I’d brought a notebook because the stories unfolding before my eyes were rich with conflict and reality more than I could ever dream up. The characters standing before me were as diverse as they were complicated.

I stayed until I absolutely had to leave or suffer from sleep deprivation, but I’ve got material for many stories to come. I have ideas for plots that I may never be able to write.

I also gained insight into how court is conducted these days. I sat in on court sessions before, but things have changed. For one thing, they show a DVD before they begin. It tells the accused about their rights and explains the procedure. Another is the addition in the state of Utah of an interpreter.

I watched a police officer and the bailiff stand up and approach the clerk in an effort (I assume) to protect the court from the more volatile of the accused. Others may have missed the drama in that moment, but I wrote whole stories about it in my head.

The point, if you missed it, is take notice of simple moments. Glean something from every event. Get out and experience life. It will help in your writing.

Humor - um, Was That funny?

By G.Parker

One of my favorite things to read is Matthew Buckley's Chickens in the Headlights. Why? Because it is dang funny! Humor is my favorite thing to read. If a book is a romance and has humor in it, I'm loving it. If it's a suspense or mystery novel, (like Jeff Savage's books) with humor added, I think it's great. Unfortunately, humor alone (apparently) doesn't sell. I know this from first, or perhaps I should say second, hand experience.

I illustrated a book of essays that a talented newspaper columnist wrote called Sorry, the Stork Takes No Returns. It's a funny, sometimes touching, look at motherhood and dealing with children. I thought it was hilarious, and so did everyone I gave a copy to. I had a brother buy a couple. I think a neighbor said she bought one. Unfortunately, it wasn't a national best seller, and Clair Bowen will keep writing newspaper columns.

Matthew Buckley's book is wonderful as well, it's full of true stories from his youth--funny experiences of a large family. It has sold much more than the Stork book, but I don't think it's a national best seller yet–-it would be nice, huh Matthew? You could quit your day job...

Unfortunately, what sells is mystery, fantasy, history and sex, and standard publishing is all about what sells. On the other hand, if you try something silly to get attention, sometimes it brings the whole world to your door.

Take the latest words by a mom to sell some Pokemon cards on Ebay. She wrote this really cute little essay about how her kids had managed to stick them in her cart while shopping, and had over 100,000 hits. People thought her little story was the funniest thing they had read in a long time, and kept telling other people. By the time the auction ended, she had sold the cards for $140 or so. This was a regular pack of cards by the way, nothing special, but she had caught the imagination of the people, and they had rewarded her for it. She's now doing radio interviews and keeping track on her blog.

At first I felt miffed. I have seven children, and let me tell you, they've done some pretty funny things (although they didn't always seem funny at the time – like when they tried to burn spaghetti noodles on the electric burners after dumping Tang all over the stove while being babysat by their older sisters...) and I fully intended to write a children's book about my autistic son using the escapades he got into while he was young – (notably how he loved to run down the street in nothing but a diaper, chasing the water in the gutters)but time escaped me and I neglected to write them down while they were fresh. My bad.

Now that I've had a chance to sit back and ponder the situation, I'm impressed and happy for her. More power to you! Isn't that our feeling with our fellow writers? Support and high five's when they get it right? Not all of us will get there that way, that's just the way life goes. Some of us must struggle and suffer for our efforts. Perhaps it's not in my destiny to become a famous writer, humor or otherwise with a surprising flash of -- whatever.

But the thing I've found the most, is that forcing the humor never works. It's when it slips out in the normal flow of things that it goes right. So, here's to hoping some day we'll all get it right--we've got lots of footsteps to follow.

Jump at the Chance

By Nichole Giles

I am the queen of hesitation. An opportunity comes up and I ho-hum around it, skirt the issue, and do my best to think of reasons why I shouldn’t grab that opportunity and run with it. Even after hesitating, usually I am unable to talk myself out of a good thing, but every once in a while, I do.

For instance, I’ll bet no one knows how much I hesitated to go to the first LDStorymakers Writer’s Conference almost two years ago—because, that would mean admitting I was a writer, of course. And then, a few months later, I hesitated to go to the BYU Writing and Illustrating for Young Readers conference. What is my problem? Attending those conferences was possibly the best available remedy to my hesitancy for admitting how badly I want to write.

This month, I realized I’ve hesitated yet again. There is another important conference coming up. In three weeks. I’ve heard about this one, known it was coming, and yet had decided against going because it’s in another town—even though the drive is only four hours, and I have relatives in that city. But then, I realized I really want to take classes from some of the presenters, and decided to pay the extra fee for late registration. Talk about fickle!

I’ve realized something recently. There are days that go by when nothing makes any sense. Then there are days when everything seems to fall into place perfectly, and the world seems to go in a straight line. People come and go in your life, and sometimes, you have no idea why. They might say a few words, mention a great story, give a few words of advice or simply give you support you didn’t even know you needed, and suddenly your creative side is bursting. The story you’ve wanted to write all your life is within your grasp, and now you are able to get to work on it.

I may be bursting to write it, but my new story idea is daunting nonetheless. I know it will require dedication and the digging up of emotions I’d rather not have to feel, but I also realize that these are the things that will make it good.

So I’m going to this conference, listening to these presenters, and jumping at the chance to write this new story as quickly as I am able. And this time I’m giving myself a non-breakable deadline because one of these days the world is going to start making sense again.

Ugh. What will happen to me then?

Use Your God Given Talent

By Connie S. Hall

I suppose this blog may date me a bit, but here goes. A few evenings ago, as I was watching a performance called '50s Pop Music an idea hit me. A much older Andy Williams sang Moon River, and he was as good as ever. I realized that once we have a talent, as long as we continue to nurture it, we never lose it.

That means we have to use the talents God gave us. I haven’t always used all the gifts given me. Most of them I continue to cultivate, but some things such as my violin sits under the bed gathering dust. Many pictures are sitting in boxes waiting for me to pull out the needle and thread, and I haven’t picked up my knitting needles for years.

I know the ability is still there, because on that rare occasion when I pull out the old fiddle, I still remember the notes, but the noise is something awful. I don’t want to spend the time making wall hangings because my walls are full. When my ward begs for a hat to send off to the Humanitarian Center I can still do it, but it doesn’t give me the joy it once did because my mind is wandering to something else I would rather be doing.

I think I have always loved to write, but never realized it was a special talent given to me. I wrote for pleasure and for church assignments, but I never used it the way I now know I should. I guess I better keep writing.

A Green Moth

By C.L. Beck
© 2007

I love Luna moths. They’re a lovely, sea-foam green, with wings that curve and arch. Unfortunately they’re an eastern moth, so we never see them in Utah.

Last week when I opened the front door, there was a small, beautiful green moth on the glass. Not a Luna, to be sure—no curves and arches—but I liked the way his wings held an emerald transparency. I grabbed the camera and started taking pictures.

After a few shots, the sun came up, putting the moth into half-sun and half-shade. Not a good shot, to be sure. It will only be a matter of minutes until he’s in full sun, and then I’ll get a picture of the light sparkling off him, I thought. Picking up the garden clippers, I started trimming my flowers, waiting for the sun to shift. After a few minutes, I turned back and....

He was gone. The sun had warmed his wings and he’d fluttered away.

Writing is often like that. Sometimes an idea comes and I dilly-dally over it, looking at it this way and that. Then I decide to wait on it until the time is just right and my thoughts are well-formed. I walk away and trim the flowers of other stories … and while I do, the idea flutters from my mind.

Inspiration often comes as a gift on sparkling, transparent wings, to be embraced and put into words … if we only seize the moment.

What C.L.’s been reading recently:
Publishing Secrets by LDS Storymakers (BJ Rowley and others)
Writing for Story: Craft Secrets of Dramatic Nonfiction by Jon Franklin
Self-Editing for Fiction Writers by Rennie Browne & Dave King
The Art of Photographing Nature by Martha Hill with photographs by Art Wolfe

View C.L.’s other work:
Newspaper Column
Photography Website
Life is Like Riding a Unicycle by Shirley Bahlmann (Story on pg. 70)

In Memory of... A Poorly Written Book

By Keith Fisher

We buried our family pet this week. It’s never a happy occasion, but we’ve had Cocoa for 17 years. She was my Valentine’s gift to my wife and the only pet my daughter has known. She was a good cat.

Cocoa was showing signs of her age and it was a blessing to see her pass, but it’s never easy. We buried her under the big pine tree in the back yard.

Also, this week, I’ve been working on a blog. It’s a fantastic idea that will touch and delight you. It will bring you to tears and leave you with a sense that all’s write with the world. (Get it? all’s WRITE).

Okay, I admit I’ve got nothing. I really did have a blog but I discovered I’ve already written it. The experts say one of the signs of old age is repeating your self. Your self.

I started reading another book by one of my favorite prolific authors and discovered a pile of obvious mistakes. I was mystified. "How could that author do that?" I asked. It’s almost like the publisher printed the first draft.

Just to give you an idea: in almost every chapter there are info dumps and exposition that should be dialog. The author lost track of details. In one place, the police are coming over to have a very important conversation but they don’t come, the conversation never happens.

Recently I had a very good friend look at a manuscript and make suggestions. It came back full of red ink so to speak. I look at it and wonder how I could’ve ever considered sending that to a publisher, it wasn’t ready. If I were a best selling author with name recognition, the publisher may have printed it and I would’ve had to live with it.

I’m going to continue reading the book but I have to put it down frequently in order to recover.

I guess I went ahead and wrote this blog even though I didn’t think I would. See what happens when you get me talking (writing)? I tend to run off at the mouth.

Anyway, have a good week and get out the polishing compound. Start rubbing on that manuscript of yours. You never know; a publisher may lose his/her mind and set it in print. Then you’ll have to live with it forever or until you buy every copy back.

Writing in Chocolate

by G.Parker

If I haven’t mentioned it lately, chocolate is something that is often on my mind. I am not a true addict, in that I can go without eating any for days on end, but I am a connoisseur. I enjoy the finer chocolates rather than the common every day candy bar. I like rich fudge brownies with a layer of frosting, or smooth, melt-in-your-mouth truffles—just thinking about them makes my mouth water. When I’m desperate, I’ll grab a Hershey’s bar with almonds, but that’s only when something better isn’t around.

Why do I mention chocolate you may ask? Because it occurred to me yesterday as I was ruminating on the glories of chocolate, that it is similar to reading and writing.

The paragraph about the kind of chocolate I like, would fit into reading categories. I know I’ve mentioned that I like to read–okay, that’s like saying I ‘like to breathe’–and the type of books I like to read varies with my mood. Usually, I would prefer a book that is in depth, has richness of character to it, a solid plot and a wonderful ending–something to curl up with while sipping hot chocolate. But when I am short on time and don’t want to get involved with something that complex, I reach for anything handy that might serve my needs. A simple romance or a light mystery–something that doesn’t require a lot of thought.

I bring this up to point out there is room for all kinds of writers out there. Not all of us are going to be literary greats, however wonderful that would be. Most of us are going to be every day writers, the ones that supply the greater need for the daily reader. Our works are sometimes in depth, but usually a simple read. That’s where we are going to have the greater impact. People are going to be looking for something to read at the doctors office, on the bus, while waiting for kids in the car pool–and we will be giving it to them.

While we start with that, however, our writing will be just a bit above the norm–just a shade richer than the average candy bar–because our writing evolves and improves. Our writing holds a hint of richness in the short, a depth of character in the description, and a longing when that book is closed. We are the budding writers of the future that holds the kind of fiction where everyone wants to read the next Darvell Hunt, Nichole Giles, James Dashner or even, the next G.Parker. (I had to add me!)

We are the Ghiradelli in writing. Personally, I like that chocolate far more than any of the fancy imports.

What kind of chocolate are you?

Pieces of Their Hearts

By Nichole Giles

I am a lifelong romance fan. Books, movies, real life, I love it all. Yeah, guys, it’s probably a girl thing. We can’t help it, you know? And having been such a fan, I have learned to appreciate a great variety of the different types of love one character can experience.

Real, true feelings aren’t simple or straightforward, and never, ever are they easy to explain in a handful of words. That’s the thing with love. Even the experts don’t understand it. So how then, are we—the writers—supposed to convey it?

Don’t get me wrong, it can be done. It is possible to write a complex love story, one where the characters involved are torn in several different directions. These are the stories that become classics, bestsellers, and someone’s favorite book. But really, there is no right or wrong method to doing this.

Take for example Romeo and Juliet. Love? Definitely. Complex? Absolutely. Happy ending? Sorry, no dice. Tragic.

Or Sense and Sensibility. Love? Yes. Complex? As much as possible. Happy ending? Oh yeah.

But what about the complex relationship between two friends? The compelling, supportive, unconditional I-love-you-even-though-you-drive-me-crazy kind of friendship? Does that not also constitute love?

Now you’re probably wondering, what is she talking about? The thing is, you can write a good love story with well thought out characters, a great plot, and the perfect ending (happy or sad) but if you have left your story without those complex friendships, it will always be lacking that one important element.

Think about it. How different would your life be if you had chosen not to have relationships with your closest friends? Or if you were to move away and not keep in touch with them. What would it be like if they weren’t just a phone call, or a car ride, or an email away? Would their absence leave a hole in you? How would your life be altered? Now ask yourself what difference these friendships make in your other relationships.

I have come to the conclusion that, just like in real life, the more complex a character’s relationships, the more compelling the story becomes. I guess what I’m saying is, it’s okay to let your characters give pieces of their hearts away to many different people. It’s the best part of life, and so will become the best part of the story.

These are the relationships that make life worth living. These are the relationships that make stories worth reading.

Caught Again

By Connie S. Hall

Nichole tagged me a few weeks ago and these are my responses.

Four Jobs I've Had:
Secretary/Treasurer for Treasure Valley Real Estate & Construction
Billing Manager for Westwood Physical Therapy
Secretary for LeBouef, Lamb, Leiby, and McRae
Office Manager for Denver Manufacturing

Four Places I've Lived:
Spanish Fork, UT
Salt Lake City, UT
Ontario, CA
Kearns, UT

Four Favorite TV Shows:
Mystery Woman
Jane Doe
Murder She Wrote
Diagnoses Murder
Since I rarely watch tv this tells everyone the only time of day that I indulge

Four Favorite Foods:
Halibut/Salmon
Chocolate
Salads
Strawberry Crepes

Four Websites I Frequent:
Google
Institute of Children’s Literature
Rand McNally get directions (I’m planning a trip)
Wasatch Front Regional Multiple Listing Service (WFRMLS- I still work)

Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now:
Hawaii
Ireland
On a cruise
On my next trip

Four Movies I Love:
National Treasure
Dr. Zhivago
Anne of Green Gables
Roots

Four Bloggers I Tag Next:
This game is fun, but like Nichole, I seem to be spending a great deal of time playing tag. I’m also calling an end to the game…for now. Since I know I’ll be interrupting someone’s writing time, I’m not going to tag anyone.

A Necessity

By C.L. Beck
© 2007

E-mail. It’s an e-vil necessity. And sometimes an enjoyable one—it’s one of those things you can’t live with and can’t live without. Many times, however, it chews up our writing hours. Since networking is important for writers, we can’t just quit reading and sending the stuff. We need the contacts. We need the moral support. Most of all we need the opportunity to vent when we’re all rejected, in the same week, by the biggest LDS publishing house … otherwise known as it-who-must-not-be-named.

Another thing that chews into our writing time is blogging sites. Reading my e-pals’ blogs is fun and I pick up a multitude of writing tips. If I stopped visiting, my skills would stagnate. (Not to mention the fact that it would hurt my friends’ feelings.) However, I can also spend hours reading and commenting … and then moving on to the next blog, and reading and commenting.

Should we give up those things? Definitely not—but we do need moderation. Think of them as study or research time, but limit it to what seems reasonable. Then take down your browser, bring up your word processor and write.

Or use them as a reward for getting x number of pages written. Then they won’t be e-vil, they’ll be e-ncouragement.


What C.L.’s been reading recently:
Publishing Secrets by LDS Storymakers (BJ Rowley and others)
Writing for Story: Craft Secrets of Dramatic Nonfiction by Jon Franklin
Self-Editing for Fiction Writers by Rennie Browne & Dave King
The Art of Photographing Nature by Martha Hill with photographs by Art Wolfe

View C.L.’s other work:
Newspaper Column
Photography Website
Life is Like Riding a Unicycle by Shirley Bahlmann (Story on pg. 70)

Finding a New Source

By Keith Fisher

I’ve noticed a trend in some of the books I’ve been reading lately. Some of the prolific authors tend to use the same names over and over again. I caught myself doing it one day when I gave a new character a name and realized I used the name in another book.

As authors I think we tend to use names and people we are familiar with, instead of expanding our horizons. To keep from falling into the trap, there are many places on the internet that list names. I found a great one at Mongabay.com. Unlike most name websites, it lists last names too.

On a related note, I was clearing out spam and old emails from accounts I don’t use anymore. The process took the better part of an hour, but as I was deleting, I discovered something interesting. I was erasing a list of names. Not just first names, but first names with last names.

Suddenly I was paying more attention to the sender column than the subject lines. I found some great antagonist names in the sender line of the most aggravating spam emails. Don’t you think that Cialis would be a great first name for a female villain?

But I did find some good name combinations and the work of creating has already been done for me. There were normal names like Betty Collins but there were a lot of unusual names too. Names that readers will remember. Like Tyrone Watson, and Alexander Thompson.

There were many unusable names too, like Unwanted Fat, and Hair Replacement. But I got a kick out of the thought of using Sears Sale. It kinda sounds like She sells seashells by the seashore. Instead we’d use Sears Sale sold socks in his solid stand built by stinky silkworms. It’s not much of a tongue twister, but its cute none-the-less.

Last Team Tag

by G.Parker

Well, since I've been uninspired this week, I decided to cop out and take Keith up on his tag game. Here's my version...

Four Jobs I've Had:
Working at Lagoon
Working in housekeeping at Jackson Lake Lodge
Working as a cook at Jacob Lake Lodge
Secretary at AP&P (adult probation and parole...)

Four Places I've Lived:
Fremont, California
Oregon (my mission)
Kaysville, Utah
Ephraim, Utah
(um...) Jacob Lake, Arizona and Jackson Lake, Wyoming


Four Favorite TV Shows:
Don't watch TV anymore...my old favorites were
MASH! (Oh yeah, grew up to that music going off right after the news everynight)
Star Trek (both old and Next Generation, Deep Space Nine and Voyager!)
E.R. (Before it became a soap opera...LOL)


Four Favorite Foods:
Pizza
Lasagna
Fettuccine Alfredo
Chocolate anything...


Four Websites I Frequent:
writing.com
yahoo.com
certified marketing services
ebay/ksl.com. ...LOL

Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now:
on the beach in San Diego
on the beach in the Bahamas
On a cruise ship anywhere
in the mountains at my sister's cabin

Four Movies I Love:
Return to Me
Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves
While You Were Sleeping
The Money Pit
(and an endless score of many)

Four People I Tag Next:
I think I'll drop it here. Everyone seems to be tired of the tag game, and I concur. Let's bring this up again in what...a year? I'll add another category-

Four favorite summertime activites:
Swimming
Anything on or in water
picnicking with family with watermelon
sitting on the porch at dusk before the mosquitoes come out

New Addictions

By Nichole Giles

I recently added a new addition to my stash of books. This storyline has lead to an addiction that is apparently sweeping the nation. I’m talking about the Stephanie Meyers vampire series beginning with Twilight.

I have been meaning to read this series for a while, but have had so many things to keep up with that I’ve put it off. When I finally picked it up and got started, I was glad I for the wait, and even more glad for the chance to finally read it. Why? Because I couldn’t put it down. Not even to write.

Let me explain further. I started Twilight while on a camping trip with my family. Even with many interruptions, I finished the book in two days. Granted I’m a fast reader, but only when I’m completely absorbed. Actually, I was so engrossed by this book that when I finished it—while sick with pneumonia and fighting to breathe—I went directly from the doctor’s office on a quest to find books 2 and 3, New Moon and Eclipse, even though I had no energy for shopping. (I know I’m beyond help.)

To my consternation, they were much harder to find than I expected. Since Eclipse had only just been released a great many people were on the hunt for both books. But after three stores—and one extremely lucky find, thanks to the book fairy—I had both books. I hurried home, loaded up on cold medicine and settled in for three solid days of nothing but reading.

My addiction got me thinking. How would I feel if my book was so engrossing that people were willing to obsessively drive around in a fevered stupor in order to find it? And what would it be like if I knew that full grown adults were excited to put on one of the tattoos included in the back of the second book? (These same adults judiciously hiding the special tattoos from their kids.)

Hm. I don’t know how it would feel, but I have decided I really want to find out. So, I have to tell Stephanie thanks for a great example of what a well written, national-hit, LDS style romance/ fantasy can be.

There is no better motivation than having someone else’s work push you to extremes to find it. I can only hope that someday someone in the world will want my work that bad. Only then will I be satisfied.