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The Power of Music

So much going on this week. Finally getting a little flow on book two’s outline (WHEW and yay!) and I’m getting ready for a birthday next week—my littlest is turning 3. I’m making her a Waldorf doll and *really* hoping it’ll actually look like a Waldorf doll when I’m done. ;-) (This is my first foray into doll-making. Hoping it’ll go as well as I’d like it to.)

But today, I wanted to share a couple of music things with you. First, right at this very moment I’m listening to Norah Jones’ new album Little Broken Hearts thanks to NPR’s First Listen feature. And, oh my, I’m loving it, I have to say. I’ve had her first album Come Away With Me practically on constant repeat for the last couple of months. Take a listen here on NPR yourself.  (Thanks for the full free listen, NPR! And thanks to Katrina for the link.)

And this video shows the unbelievable power of music. I can’t describe this with any justice—you really need to see it for yourself—but music brings people back to their former selves. People who seem to be just shells in their old age. Listening to music returns them, pulls their minds back from wherever it usually goes. Or perhaps reconnects those old brain pathways for a brief time to create lucidity. It’s really incredible to see. Made me cry with happiness. Really, watch this.

(Thanks to both Jo and Katrina for the link!)

I hope your day is filled with music and joy. Have a great day everyone!

 

Birth of a Book

I’m in the midst of figuring out how to sell ebooks and signed paperbacks from my website, set up a virtual shop, get everything connected and running smoothly, all while trying desperately to not pull *all* my hair out in the process. It’s not going too badly, I will admit. But I’ve been working on it for three days and I’m ready for it to be perfect NOW. (It’s not, but I’m hoping it will be soon.) (I’ll let you know.)

So I’m just in and out quick today, and I have this really nifty video for you showing how books are made. (The bibliophile in me has watched it several times already. It’s just so cool to see.) It’s been floating around the internet recently, and I came across it from someone on Twitter. (Thanks to whoever you were! I don’t recall who posted it.)

 

Hope you’re having a great, non-hair-pulling week!

 

On becoming a bibliophile

This weekend I came across an old book of collected poems that I had given to my favorite teacher in high school—an English teacher I was lucky enough to have class with for three out of the four years I was there. I have the book in my possession because he died unexpectedly two weeks before my graduation (something that can still bring me to tears even 24 years later). It was a devastating loss. He was only two years older than I am now when he died.

But this old book I had given him—I’d picked it up in a used book store in Maine. It’s an incredibly gorgeous book. Cobalt blue cover embossed with gold and black. It contains an inscription from 1883, which blows my mind in the most beautiful of ways. It’s breathtaking. I remember being so excited to give it to him—to show him this amazing book I’d found for him—which I did early in the morning before school the first day I was back. He held it with care, flipped through the pages, was awed by its craftsmanship, exclaimed over its beauty and age. He was really touched, he’d said, and thanked me for such a gift.

In his quest to share his love of words (and, I’m sure, help us out on the verbal section of the SATs) he had a word of the day on the board. He always started class the same way—he’d point out the word of the day, discuss its meaning, Latin roots, and usage. Later that same day when I got to class, the word he’d chosen was bibliophile. “It’s someone who loves books. Biblio means ‘books’ and phile means ‘lover of.’ A lover of books. It’s not just someone who loves to read, but someone who loves the physical book itself. Bibliophile.” He looked right at me, beaming. He’d chosen the word for me.

I can’t hear or use the word without thinking of him. And smiling. In part because he believed in me, taught me to question everything, think for myself, and I loved him for that, and in part because he was right. I am a bibliophile.

Are you?

 

Hope you have a great day!

People are people

If you can find twenty minutes to watch this, I highly recommend it. Especially if you’re an introvert. Or an extrovert. Or a parent, spouse, friend, sister, brother. Okay, really, if you’re a person you should watch this. It’s a really lovely talk on about the importance of introversion. Yup, you read that right. Introversion is an important and desirable trait. (Being an introvert, I totally agree.) ;-)

(Also, can I tell you how much I love TED talks? I’m sure you haven’t noticed. It’s not like I’ve posted some recently, like here or here.)

(Thanks to Amanda for the link!)

One of the things—or perhaps the biggest thing—I find damaging about the misunderstanding about introversion is that children are told/taught that there is something wrong with them if they are not extroverted. If they are quiet. If they don’t want to jump right in on the playground with all the other kids running around or if they don’t join right in at preschool, kindergarten, any grade. Our society has this misconception that all kids must have the “desirable” extroversion traits, and if they don’t, then there’s something wrong with them which must be fixed.

I was one of those kids. In grade school, my parents were called in for a conference with the principal because he and my teachers were so concerned about how “shy” I was. My academics were fine, but they felt there was something wrong with me because I was naturally quiet.

I remember not talking to anyone during the first half year of my freshman year in high school. My family had just returned from living in Germany for the previous three years, and instead of going to the local high school where I knew a few people from grade school, I was attending a private school were I knew NO ONE. Talk about a nightmare.

And my first four months there—I kid you not—I didn’t speak to anyone. I didn’t speak in class when called on, I sat alone at lunch. I hated it. I’d never been so miserable, or felt so out of place. One day during lunch, a red-haired girl stopped at my table and said “Do you sit here alone every day?” I nodded and I’m pretty sure I didn’t even look her in the face. So she replied, “Well tomorrow you’re sitting with us.” The next day, I went right to my table, head down, but she came by and demanded I come sit with her and her friends. They were my first friends there.

I set out to be different the next year. To fit in. To act like an extrovert. Act being the operative word. It was acting. And I pulled it off. I forced myself to be someone I wasn’t—and don’t get me wrong, it was fun most of the time but exhausting because what I needed most was quiet and solitude. But I got used to pretending. I remember hanging out with my friends a few days before graduation, soaking up some sun out on the lawn during lunch, and one of them said that he had absolutely no memory of me from freshman year. None at all. I wasn’t surprised. I kept pretending.

But still, it’s not who I am. It didn’t fix me. I’m still wildly uncomfortable if I’m expected to be social amongst a large group of strangers. In small, intimate groups I’m fine, and I can chat with most people one on one with ease. But in a crowd? At a party with people I don’t know? I am so far out of my comfort zone I can’t even see it anymore. (I’ve always hated attending baby and bridal showers for that very reason.) All I want to do is leave as soon as I get there. Sometimes I’ve done that—left right away—and while it’s a huge relief, it’s also a source of guilt and shame. Sometimes I force myself to stay, pretend that I’m fine, relaxed, happy, when inside I’m trying not to hyperventilate, on the verge of tears, and every second I stay feels like an eternity.

So, I love this TED talk. I love the recognition that being an introvert is not something that is wrong with me or anyone else. I’m hoping this thinking will trickle down to schools, principals, teachers, doctors, and especially parents.

People are people. Introverts aren’t broken. So don’t try to fix us. (You can’t.)  :-)

Have a great weekend, everyone (introverts and extroverts, alike)!

 

 

How I write

Since I’m diving back in to writing the next book in the series, I thought I’d tell you a little bit about my writing process.

First, I write down every idea I have in notebooks, on scraps of paper, napkins, magazine covers, envelopes, my children—whatever I can get my hands on in the moment. (Okay, I haven’t written on my children. Yet. But I don’t rule anything out.) I just never know when inspiration is going to strike, and if I don’t write it down right away I’ll forget it. (It’s happened. More than once. Because apparently sometimes I like to learn things the hard way.) I’ve come out of the shower *many* times, hurried over to grab pen and paper or commandeer the computer to write down some ideas that came to me or story problems I worked out while getting all clean and pretty. (That actually happens a LOT. Probably because that’s the only place I get to be alone and can just *think* during the day.)

And I’m a committed outliner. (I tried to pants a novel about 13 years ago—ie write by the seat of my pants, without a plan/outline—and got as far as the beginning of chapter 2. Doesn’t really work for me.) I start with a quick line-up of what happens—the big plot points that form the shape of the story—and then fill it in with lots and lots of details, more twists, turns, and as much misery as I can think of for the characters. My outline for Intangible ended up being a little over 40 pages long, typed, single spaced. (When I say “detailed,” I mean detailed.)

Writing the outline is really like writing the book in shorthand. I’ve got the whole story there, but told in detailed summary. (Yes, I know detailed summary is a bit of an oxymoron, but it’s what I do.) It’s the entire creative process of figuring out what happens in the story, just on a very abridged scale. And you know what’s really great about it? I can fix story problems before I even start writing the book. It’s easier to see the story as a whole when I’m working with just 40 pages. If I have to move scenes around I can better see how that affects the rest of the story and insert changes in other places to make the move work. I can spot inconsistencies, plot holes, and implausibilities, and fix them before I even begin.

I didn’t have time to write a book when I started working on Intangible. (I still don’t. I have four kids. We homeschool.) So I really don’t have time to have the story go off on tangents that go nowhere. And then have to *gasp* delete half the book. And then *gasp* start over. I simply don’t have the luxury of writing that way because I have so little time. Outlining the book is the only way I can do it at this point in my life, even though creating it is time consuming because, just like the full novel, it must be crafted. My outline for Intangible went through about 4 drafts, and took me several months to hone. By the time the outline is set, I’m really itching to start writing.

Writer action shot. (Very serious business.)

Can I tell you how easy it is to write a book with a detailed outline, with the whole story already worked out? Never once do I have to waste time figuring out what is going to happen next. I don’t end up with extraneous scenes that must be cut (for the most part). I always know what I am going to be writing every time I sit down. The outline makes the writing go so smoothly. I *love* my outlines. I won’t ever write a book without one.

 

What else can I tell you?

I need silence when I write, so I work mostly at night when the kids are in bed. I can’t listen to music, though I wish I could. But I’m too easily distracted. If music is playing, I start listening to the music, singing along rather than listening to the voices in my head paying attention to the scene I’m imagining. Also, I talk to myself. Out loud. I sometimes speak the dialogue out loud too, with feeling (I’m an actor at heart, I can’t help it), from each character’s point of view, trying to see through their eyes, feel their reactions, work from their life experience, figure out their facial expressions or physical actions.

Though I can’t listen to it while I’m actually writing, music really informs my story and characters. I listen when I’m thinking about the book, trying to solve a story problem or puzzling out a character. I find inspiration in certain songs , and I end up listening to them over and over and over again. Sometimes it helps me get into a character’s head and better understand him/her or see a certain scene from his/her perspective.

It feels like I’m watching a movie in my mind when I’m writing, and what I do is slow it down to frame by frame. Then I write what I see, smell, taste, hear, and feel in each frame. It’s slow going, and I have to remind myself to keep it slow, to not rush through the scene, make sure I get all the details on the page.

I write on a computer, but revise/edit on paper. (A LOT of paper, unfortunately. But I just can’t do it on computer—I miss too much.) I start out editing with pencil because I change my mind CONSTANTLY, and erasing what I’ve added in, rather than crossing it out, makes my draft much easier to deal with when it comes time to input my changes.

Only when I get to the very late drafts, where changes are really small and few, do I use pen to edit. And then it must be purple. Or bright green or blue. Or some easy-to-spot color so I don’t miss any small edits on the page. (They’re so easy to miss when there’s just one small change to a page, like adding in a missing period.) (Plus, I just like using pretty pen colors.)

I have beta readers—my first readers who tell me what’s missing, what I didn’t make clear, what doesn’t make sense, what I said too many times. I’ve decided this is my favorite step because the difference their feedback makes in the manuscript is HUGE. (I am so not exaggerating here.) Betas make all the difference between a so-so book and a polished, fully fleshed out, well-rounded read. (Seriously. If you’re a writer, don’t skip the beta step.) As an indie author, I also have my own editor, copy editor, and proof reader to help me make the writing tight, clean, and shiny.

I have times, on and off throughout this whole process, when I’m plagued with doubts. When I’m sure my writing is crap and my book is a tragic waste of perfectly good paper. And I’ve never been so terrified as when I sent Intangible to early reviewers and then hit the Publish button a few days later. Seriously, for days I thought What have I done? What was I thinking? What if everyone hates it? and I didn’t sleep much.

And yet, I *love* writing. I really, really love it. It feeds my soul—creating a world, and the people  and stories that fill it. Living in my imagination, nurturing my crazy. It’s definitely good work. ;-)

 

the remains of the day

A glimpse from my week . . .

(Really) early daffodils saved from (back-to-normal) freezing temperatures. It’s nice to have a little Spring inside, especially as our days have turned cold again. (But, Spring? Please come back soon. To stay this time. We’re ready for you!)

 

Have a great weekend, everyone!

 

Filled with Gratitude

You know, there have been some really wonderful people spending their time reading Intangible and posting their honest opinions of it on their blogs, at Goodreads, and Amazon. I am so thankful for book bloggers, and I marvel at what they do (in part because I have not a speck of talent for writing reviews and these people are overflowing with it).

So I wanted to spread the love a bit, and show you what some people have been saying. Honestly, I’ve been amazed at the overwhelmingly positive response. This is not a complete list of bloggers who’ve reviewed it (because the list is getting really long–this is less than half of them), it’s just a random selection. Go, check out their blogs, follow them if you like. They’re a really great bunch. (And to any bloggers reading this—if you’re not listed it doesn’t mean I didn’t like your review. It means this really is a random list. I’ve loved every review I’ve gotten. Really. Truly. Honestly.)

Reviews:
Maegan at CuzinLogic
Heidi at Rainy Day Ramblings
Touya at Reader’s Garden
John at Dreaming in Books
Ali at My Guilty Obsession
Ashlie at Bookish Novelties
Pam at Novelly Nice
Suzanne at Paranormal Book Fan
Lolita at K-Books
Misty at Kindle Obsessed
Meghan at Owl Read It
Kelly at Radiant Shadows
Mindy at Books Complete Me

Interviews:
Ashlie at Bookish Novelties
Suzanne at Paranormal Book Fan
Meghan at Owl Read It

I am filled with gratitude that so many people have read and reviewed Intangible, and that so many more have committed to doing it over the next several months and throughout the summer. This is the best way—really the only way—to spread the word about books, especially when you are an indie author. So thank you, to everyone who has read Intangible. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed it. Thank you to everyone who has told someone about it.

Hope your week is filled with gratitude too. Have a great day, everyone!

 

Learning something new

It’s really true, what they say—you really *do* learn something new every day. Wanna know what I learned today? How to un-dislocate an elbow. (The formerly dislocated elbow belongs to the youngest of the littles here, and our doc thought it wise to teach us how to fix it.) (Because it’s likely to happen again.) (Because, you know, she does have three older brothers.) Good times. I will say it’s quite wonderful to see her using her arm again, after seeing it hang by her side all afternoon. I’ve scooped her up several times in simple joy at seeing her arm feeling just fine. (It’s the little things. It really, really is.)

So, I’m just popping in. I have nothing earth shattering to tell you today. But I spent the weekend focusing my mind on goals for the coming year. It always feels to good to me to do that, and I find it really helps me fine tune what’s truly important in my life, what I *really* want, deep down. (I do keep in mind another old adage—Be careful what you wish for—while I’m doing it. You know, it just seems wise.) Finding my focus every year like this also helps me make my dreams a reality. It’s incredibly powerful, I have to say. (And I speak from experience.)

Do you do things like this? Do you work to manifest your desires/wants/needs?

And do you want to see something way cool? Time lapse photos of stars from the Nevada skies. These are still photos combined to make amazing star trails. Seriously cool.

 

Hope your week is starting out great (and doesn’t involve learning how to un-dislocate anything at all). :-)

 

Jump In

So, you know that feeling you get when you’re about to do something that seems scary, but you’re trying to talk yourself into doing it? Something you’ve never done before or maybe something that always feels scary no matter how many times you do it, like public speaking or performing, or, if you’re an introvert like me, having to socialize with a group of strangers. You know that feeling, right? Your breaths come short and quick—you try to slow them down but it doesn’t help much—you tell yourself you can do it even though the butterflies in your stomach are desperately trying to find a way out so they don’t have to go through it with you.

Do you know how it feels on the other side, once you’ve done it? Maybe kinda like this.

 

Life is short.  Do it. Jump in. (Trust me, the water’s just fine.) :-)

Hope you’re having a great week, everyone!

 

These Days

These days I am . . .

* scheming Book Two, and getting really excited about it.

* awaiting (impatiently) research books (for elements of Book Two) to come in the mail and to arrive at my local library from area branches. So I’m spending my time . . .

* mending (finally) lots of kid jeans that have needed to be mended/patched for months. (And feeling very accomplished with each pair I complete.)

* discovering, thanks to all the mending, that I can no longer thread a needle without glasses. (And feeling like I’m too young for that to be true!)

* itching to de-clutter my house in a very BIG way. (Hello, yard sale!) And getting started on it while I wait for those research books.

* feeling Spring in every breath, every thought, every moment of my days. (But trying to remember that it’s only March and Spring may not be here to stay. Yet.)

* loving the almost-daily walks I’m taking with my kids, getting out, getting some exercise, spending time playing with lovely neighbors.

* enjoying black raspberries, in muffins and pie, picked from bushes in our yard last summer. Wondering how we’ll ever get through them all before the berries are back in season. (And already pining for a chest freezer again, even before the growing season begins.)

* feeling truly blessed in so many ways.

 

What are you doing these days?