Talking 'bout GISHWHES...
Aug. 10th, 2014 09:24 amBreaking the Comfort Zone, and GISHWHES
Remembering What it's All About
Not Only Refilling the Well, but Digging a New One Entirely...
Go, read. Contemplate. Comment. Especially if you participated - I'd love to hear from my fellow 'hunters'!
Meanwhile, my teammates also blogged...
"We saved Scrappy!"
Tales of Survival (or: GISHWHES is over)
And if you'd like to see some of our finished Items, they're going up (slowly, because Work) on our tumblr
Hayao Miyazaki
Nermine Hammam
Wassily Kandinsky
Ivan Generalić
Ansel Adams
Claude Monet
Kara Walker
Auguste Rodin
Tang Yin
Mary Cassatt
Who would you have suggested?
No, really. She asked us to do a voice exercise that involving humming up and down your range, to expand it, and I... couldn't. It was such a strange, unfamiliar request, that the more I tried the more self-conscious I became, and the more impossible the exercise was to do. Which was a shame, and frustrating. But I'd long ago resigned myself to a relatively limited vocal range, so - whatever.
A little while later in the seminar, we learned that Mary can't roll her Rs. This, I can do, easily as eating potato chips (Rrrrrrufles have rrrrrridges. Enrrrrrrique loves his motherrrrrrr.) And - possibly showing off a little-- I trilled my Rs. Because trilling is another thing I can do.
"Do that," Mary said.
"What?"
"Instead of humming. Trill."
Yeah, right. But I promised to try.
Fast-forward two weeks, to this morning. I've been doing the trilling exercises mostly every day - much to the bemusement and fascination of the cats - and just for the hell of it, tried to speak in a lower than normal voice while I was reading the WiP.
And what came out was a lovely tenor-ish growl (compared to my usual light alto**).
So I went for broke, and tried to speak higher, for another character. And managed a non-cracking falsetto without sounding like an idiot. For about a sentence or two, anyway.
So, okay. It's possible that anything is possible. :-)
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So, amusement factor aside, this may change how I read, but is it changing how I write? No. And...maybe, yes.
While you don't have to use every tool in your toolbox when creating (and in fact, sometimes half of craft is knowing when NOT to use a tool), having options allows you to think of, sort through, and determine the best tool to use, rather than just defaulting to the one that's most comfortable in your hand.
How I'd read a character isn't the same as how I write them - our internal dialogue and the narrative text serve different needs from spoken dialogue, and the WHO of a character is not predicated on the tenor of their voice so much as their speech patterns. And yet, as I work on the current manuscript, the POV slips between characters - the younger woman, the older male, the character-of-fluid-self, the character who is never quite what you think - and while I'm not always letting my voice slip when I read their dialogue to myself, some part of my brain is now thinking how I could. And that fact alone informs the writing.
*if you ever have a chance to sit in on one of her seminars, do it. Even if the only public speaking you do is in office or classroom meetings.
**I have a suspicion I'd actually be a mezzo-soprano, but until such a time as a professional comments, I'll stick with where I was stashed in middle-school chorus.
this I feel therefore this I know
May. 23rd, 2013 07:52 amNever underestimate texture. It's far more powerful than sight.
so yeah, that happened....
May. 9th, 2013 10:21 pmSupernatural, by being the most cracktastic of crazylovestupid brilliant emotional manipulation and insane plots, tied up in a ribbon of pretty,
and Person Of Interest, for LeCarre-meets-Clancy shaken not stirred with a twist of bitter lime, and some of the most awesome female characters kicking ass and taking names (and the guys will break your heart).
The similarities? A steady hand on the writing-reins, and casts that rise to the occasion fucking brilliantly.
Anyone tries to tell me that commercial television is crap? Will be sneered at.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go weep into my pillow for a while. And try to internalize the shit they did right, so I can use it on all of you...

So, this is very cool, simply for what it is. But it's also neat to look at the difference stance-choices, and what they say about each interpretation of the same character, both from a timeframe perspective, and the actor himself.
Personally, the only one I 'believe' is shooting, rather than posing, is Craig. His stance, and the leashed violence in his movement, sells it for me. How about you? And what does the choice of movement tell you?
(and yes, as was pointed out on Tumblr, Roger Moore is the only Bond whose gun does not actually fire)
image source: http://jtammanyhall.tumblr.com/post/35805505134/all-the-bonds

Working on [project name redacted] yesterday, I took a Tumblr break to rest my brain, and was handed the visual* that will be [character name redacted] for my entire damned life. BOOM. In that instant - seeing what that character was going through, and how it refracted through what I'd been working on - I understood things about my character I hadn't realized I knew until then.
(via http://ki11-the-n0ise.tumblr.com/)
So, y'see, it's all work-related. Eventually. Everything goes into the brain and gets crunched and comes out as Story. We can't help it.
*an unusual moment for that character on that show. So it was in the back of my head but more dormant than not.
midweek bump
Oct. 10th, 2012 07:26 amSometimes my stubborn determination not to accept limitations in what I can do is a blessing. Sometimes it's just damnfool stubbornness. I can accept failure - I tried and it didn't work - but not "I can't."
OK, no, be honest: "I tried and it didn't work" still fills me with extreme irritation and a sense of utter frustration. But "I can't because X?" It's a classic goad. Thankfully for my own sanity, it only works when I apply the goad, not someone else.
see: balancing a checkbook, learning how to speak a second language, reading a map, learning how to knit. All things that my brain makes very difficult, and god knows my life would be simpler and less stressful if I simply shrugged and said "I can't..."
But I can't. :-)
And so with that...to work.
Five Steps to Start
Jun. 12th, 2012 12:40 pm(EtA: and I suspect my agent may already have this on speed dial, so to speak....)
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This isn't a new or sudden thought. It's one that's been coming on me for about a year now, encouraged by both my agent and my family. And that is:
I gotta slow down.
Yes, I'm hyperactive by nature, and the world's second-laziest perfectionist, and I thrive on deadlines.... but the past ten years have been taking that to an extreme. I mean - my first original novel came out in 2004. My 21st novel comes out in 2013. Plus short stories, novellas, and the editing gig...plus volunteer work, BookView Cafe, and trying to, y'know, Have A Life....
It used to be fun, that crazy-hectic pace, and I could bounce back from utter exhaustion with just a weekend to collapse. Now? Not so much fun. Not so much with the quick recovery. What took me two days now eats up a week.
I still have stories to tell. Oh, do I have stories to tell. But I need to slow down the torrent, consider the costs. And make sure I don't take too much on, simply because I'm on a writing-adrenaline high. Make sure I don't work past my breaking point, simply because there's so much to be done (there will always be so much to be done).
Mind, I'm not going to throw the brakes entirely. Going cold turkey isn't going to work (that's how I quit smoking, but writing isn't an addiction, it's a lifeblood). I just need to ease myself into a better, healthier, more sustainable pace, one that will keep me working, but not damage my ability to keep working.
So I'm giving myself Five Steps to start.
1. Six hours of sleep, every night. It shouldn't be so much to ask, right? But where I used to wake up at 5 or 5:30 and think "oh what the hell, let's get the day started," now I'm telling myself to stay in bed another 30 minutes or an hour. Even if I can't fall back asleep, I don't need to be GO that early. And if I can (convince the cats to let me) sleep until 7? Perfect.
2. I already eat well - a lot of home-cooked, healthy meals - so there isn't much I can do to increase that. And I'm pretty good about staying hydrated. But I can cut back on the alcohol. No, I'm not going to give up drinking - I'm just going to get even more particular about how MUCH I drink, and of what. In fact, I've already been doing that over the past five years; giving up most mixed drinks and cocktails, and limiting myself to wine, Scotch and the occasional G&T. When I was in my 20's and 30's, getting drunk was a stress-release. I find I don't need that particular release any more.
3. Don't start work before 8 am. This one's harder for me - I work well in the early morning. But it ties in with #1 - if I'm up at 6, and starting work at 6:30, I'm not giving myself time to ease into the day. Read email, check the social networks, fine. But no brain-heavy working. EtA: and no guilt for not being at my desk by 7am, either!
4. Exercise. I've always needed to move (see: hyperactive), but I'm trying to channel it into more structured forms now. Baby-level yoga, and I've taken up running again (ok, slow jogging). Stretches in-between writing breaks. Things that slow me down and loosen me up as much as kick up my heart rate.
5. Don't work past 7pm. This one's hard. If you look at your evening, and all that's on the schedule is digesting dinner and maybe watching some tv (and I don't have cable) the thought creeps in - hey, why not try for another 1k words? Or even 500? Or... No. Evening needs to be a time I interact with other people, or spend time with the cats, or read something someone else wrote, for pleasure. Or, yes, watch television without feeling like I'm somehow "wasting" time.
These seem like easy steps. They're not. I'm my sole support, and this career has a crap retirement plan. The urge to do more, earn more, get more work out of the day... it's intense, and you think "well, if I just pull a few 12 hour days this week, I can catch up."
But I'm going to be 45 next August. I'd like to still be writing when I'm 65. And that's not going to happen if I burn myself from the inside-out.
Odds are, most of you won't see a significant difference. But maybe you will. Hopefully, they'll be positive differences. Hopefully, we'll still be discussing it, twenty years from now.
getting me some kulchah
May. 25th, 2012 07:42 amNow, Art Deco is One Of My Things. And city architecture is One of My (milder) Things. So it wasn't a night of mind-blowing revelations. What it was, though, was glorious and informative fun, mainly because Barry Lewis is a damnfine tour guide, with the right balance of information, enthusiasm, and humor. And some photos other folk just don't have access to.
If you get a chance to listen to him talk, or catch his "walking tour" shows rerun on PBS, do so. He can crack open your mind and slide stuff in, and you don't even realize it (or you do, but you're too busy thinking "oh, that connects to this, and explains that...!" to realize you're, y'know, learning.)
(also: the restaurant at the NYHS is really quite nice. Excellent pastas, even if the wine list is noticeably overpriced)
The title of this entry is sort of an exact quote from “Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows.” I say sort of because we were laughing so hard after, the exact wording went out of my head.
(moderate spoiler: he was talking about a horse)
Is this movie as much fun as the first one? No, but I think only because we know what they’re up to now, so it’s not a surprise. That said, I paid NYC prices to see this movie (plus extra to get the surround-sound, high-res screen experience), and thought every penny worth it. Once again the humor arises naturally out of the characters’ reactions to stress and interaction, the stress is a natural reaction to events, and the reinterpretation of events worked both historically and story-wise, for me.The plot is both complicated and easy to follow, the action is breathtaking [and appropriately over-the-top], and the emotional notes are properly painful. Moriarty is interestingly developed and brutally cold, his henchman/loyal assistant was quite interesting, and my only real complaint was that I thought Mycroft was played a little too much for humor, without also playing up his brilliance. The scene with Mary (*covers eyes, shrieks in sympathy*) played up the eccentric side, but not so much the competence that’s essential to the character.
The important part, the relationship between Watson and Holmes, was dead-on, and developed further. You once again believe that they are friends and working partners – although the “dull-witted Watson” trope is trotted out, it’s also demolished on a regular basis by Holmes’ own actions.
Does the relationship have a gleefully emotional and slightly slashy vibe? Oh yes. But there’re also a few lovely moments where Mary is let in, acknowledged, and even treasured by Holmes, which adds to the complicated richness of it all.Oh, and Mary Watson rocks. That is all.
[this is a movie that gives fair play to its female characters - they are equally strong, smart, thoughtful, and proactive as the men. And they take shit only when THEY choose to. For that alone, see the movie. Take notes on how it's done - without 'weakening' the male characters at all.]
Originally posted at Practical Meerkat: A Blog. You can comment here or there.
Sometimes, the subtle sneaks up on you.
Nov. 28th, 2011 01:16 pmSo I’m closing in on 20k words on “From Whence You Came” and I realize that – unlike all the other characters – there are two who have no names, who are only referred to by their job description/titles. And they’re important minor characters, with dialogue and roles to play in the action. So they should have names, right?
But once I thought about it I realized that no, they shouldn’t. Not yet, anyway. Because they are seen by and interact with a character who –despite other positives – is somewhat…blindered. And that character sees them only in terms of the roles they play, not as people in and of themselves.
By not giving them personal names, I show more about the main character, and hir interactions with the world, than if I’d had someone comment on it directly.
As lovely as it would be to say Look how clever I am!” the truth is that I didn’t sit down and think this out – “oh, I know how to show hir behavior!” It just arose out of the writing, wherein these characters are seen only in relation to the services they offer. Surprised the hell out of me, when I looked back and realized what I’d been doing. I’d thought better of hir… or maybe I hadn’t.
So these brave secondaries get names? Does the main character learn better interactions? I… don’t know yet. Ask me again in another 10,000 words….
Original Published at Practical Meerkat: A Blog
on writing, physical and mental process
Mar. 17th, 2011 07:55 amAnd so I shook my head and turned on the laptop and settled in for a morning of writing, rather than being fretful and stressed over lost time and potentially lost files.
Redundancy in the hardware, FTW. You can never have only one tool in your toolbox, either metaphorically or in actuality.
Meanwhile and relevant to last week's Practical Meerkat on knowing when you're ready to stop researching and start writing, last weekend I put together a new character for a new project, and in the sample material I had him perform a physical action relevant to his job/career. And this morning, while not-really-thinking on the project some more, I decided that an aspect of that action would be part of his ongoing personality, that he would always have X with him, out of habit.
And then, about 8 seconds later, I realized that, at some later point in the project (not then, but books-from-then, if they occur) that aspect would become important in a case, in a small but vital fashion.
And out of that, an element of my character -- practical, level-headed, a frickin' Boy Scout in some ways -- didn't so much develop as it did ferment out of the ingredients I'd brought together. And I'm ready to write him now.
(now, if his partner would get a move on and show up, the writer would be ready for her close-up...)
and meanwhile, from the WiP:
( behind the cut, since it's sort of spoiler-y )
And then I realized that I write books, instead.
And that simple thought took a small but significant weight off my shoulders, one I didn't even know was there. Y'see, so many of my peers are educated and erudite about Craft, going into depth and breaking down the process, and I've often thought that maybe I too should spend more time here talking about Craft and Content and Context and whatnot, and... no.
I write books. Go, read 'em. It's all in there.
And now, back to the revisions....
[The business of writing, on the other hand, I talk about and you can't stop me (believe me, people have tried), because that's a different part of the brain entirely, and I know stuff you might not, and need to. Which reminds me, have you suggested a topic for next week's Practical Meerkat yet?]
"Do I sound that creepy when I..."
"Hell yes."
(this was, I bet, stolen out of every writers' meeting. because, yeah. we get like that when we're rolling')
( deep and shallow thoughts, cut-tagged to spare those silly enough not to be watching )