I’M NOT THERE

Last night Zippy and I saw I’M NOT THERE, the Todd Haynes film about Bob Dylan.  Six different actors play Bob Dylan at different points in his life and career.  It’s a gorgeous film (the opening sequence alone is incredible, black and white to “Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again”) with some great acting including a black boy (Marcus Carl Franklin) who plays the early Dylan via a character named Woody and Cate Blanchett (character is Jude Quinn) who plays Dylan when he went electric and outraged the folk community.  I was also mesmerized by Claire (ex-wife Sara character) played by Charlotte Gainsbourg.  The music is perfect throughout (there are about 34 songs, some in their entirety and pieces of others) and at times I wanted to get up and dance.  I don’t see many movies in theaters because I cannot stand sitting next to people who think it’s okay to talk during a film.  Well, even though this one runs about 2 1/2 hours, the theater was silent.  It was an amazing experience.  I know there are other Dylan fans out there in LJ land so I encourage you to see this film in the theater because a small screen won’t do it justice.

If you’re interested, here’s the official trailer:

Hunkered down in revision mode

On Monday morning I suddenly realized I wanted to revisit my middle-grade that’s out on submission.  So I’m tightening and reworking some things.  It feels good to make the story even better. 

And

, in case you poke your head out of your writing cave today I want you to know I’m rooting for you.  Writing the ending is sometimes SO hard because I don’t want to say goodbye to my characters (and then there are the times I want to load them all onto a bus at gun point just so I can drive them off a bridge).  Maybe that’s a little of what you’re feeling; a bit of melancholy.  Either way, put down the paintbrush and get that story written!

Report back when you’re done, and I’ll do the same.

            

Lost in Translation?

This morning I was reading the newspaper and came across an article on the television show “Ugly Betty.”  Now, I haven’t watched the show and don’t especially care about the show.  But I do like something to read when I’m drinking my coffee, so I read the article.  Apparently the U.S. show is based on a Columbian telenovela called  “Yo soy Betty la fea” and in Columbia, “Ugly Betty” is seen as a pale imitation of the original.

No arguments here since I haven’t seen either show.

But I practically spit out my coffee when I came across this:  “Watching the gringo version [of “Yo soy Betty la fea”] would be like reading “100 YEARS OF SOLITUDE” in English,” says Fabian Sanabria, an anthropologist at the Universidad Nacional who studies television.  “It makes no sense.”

WHAT?

I’ve read the English translation of “100 YEARS OF SOLITUDE” several times.  The book is gorgeous and incredible and I’ve said many, many times that if the book is that gorgeous and incredible in translation, it must be beyond belief in its original Spanish.  I acknowledge that things are lost in translation but the book still made perfect sense to me.  I love that book.  And even though I was once nearly fluent in Spanish, I know I couldn’t read that book in Spanish; the Spanish wouldn’t make enough sense to me and I’d miss too much.

?Yo soy Tracy la loca?

                        

Thankful

It’s been a wild ride the past few days but emotions have calmed and personalities have stopped clashing, at least for this moment.  And for that, I am thankful.

Wishing all of you a calm and peaceful Thanksgiving.

Waste-Not Wednesday: Fallen Leaves

It’s that time of year when the leaves jump off the trees and hit the ground. 
Really.  I’ve seen it happen.  I’ve yet to hear any screaming, though.

This past weekend I raked my leaves and scooped them into an empty trash can. 
After each scoop I stomped down on them with my foot to pack them in tighter AND
break them into smaller pieces.  If you don’t have long legs (or an enormous foot), use the rake handle to
stir the leaves.  When the can is full, pour them onto the flower bed you’ve already
sprayed with the hose.  After spreading them around the plants, spray the leaves with
the hose so they’ll be less likely to blow away in the wind.

Leaves are a great mulch that will hold the moisture for your plants plus they’re full
of nutrients for your soil.

When you mulch with leaves:
1) you keep stuff out of the landfill
2) you don’t use a plastic bag that ends up in landfill
3) you feed and protect your plants over the winter months
4) you add fall color to your beds (at least for a little while!)                                                                                                                                                   

JoNoWriMo+1.5: FINISHED!!!

I’m pleased to announce the completion of draft #2 on a middle-grade novel (working title FRAMED).  The first draft was written and completed during last year’s JoNoWriMo+1.5.  That draft was pretty stinky.  This one has a bit of an odor to it, also, but nothing a little airing out won’t fix.  I mean, we’re not talking rotting cabbage or anything.  I hope.  We shall see in a couple months when I pull it out and read start to finish. 

Thank you, thank you to

 for spearheading this community effort again.  And thanks to my LJ friends who cheered me on along the way.  It’s really so wonderful taking this journey with all of you.

I wish each of you happy writing as you forge ahead with your projects and deadlines.

                   

Mad Dash for THE END

I’ve finished writing the draft of my MG for JoNoWriMo+1.5 and am currently plugging holes in the ms (I use BLANK in the text and then go back later to fill in the character’s last name, or the food item someone was eating, or whatever I hadn’t yet figured out at the time I was writing) before making my official announcement that I finished.

But I wanted to share what I discovered about those 3000 words I cranked out last week in one sitting.  Those words were in the last big scene of the book which I knew pretty well since I’d written lots of notes and could visualize it.   Today as I moved around the document plugging holes, I realized that the last big scene slipped from past tense into present.  It read like an announcer at a horse track calling out the  race.  You know, that neck-in-neck kind of stuff.

Anyway, it made me laugh.

                                    

Waste-Not Wednesday tip

A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WASTE.

That’s what I wanted to post late this afternoon.  It was the only thing I could handle posting because although I had all sorts of ideas for today’s environmental tip, I couldn’t wrangle the words.  I just could not wrangle words into a coherent paragraph.  I felt like the world’s worst writer.

Then I forced myself to leave my family for the evening and head to the library with my laptop.

Guess what?  I wrote about 3k words and am now past my JoNoWriMo+1.5 goal of a 38k-words middle grade novel.  Don’t worry, I realize that exceeding my word count goal is about as meaningful as still having checks in my checkbook when there ain’t no money in the account.  But I’m a helluva lot closer.

I understand I’ve got to keep writing until The End.  I’m just grateful I didn’t waste this Wednesday.

                            

Beating its wings in my face

I’m still working on my JoNoWriMo+1.5 project.  Despite being ahead of schedule, I’m experiencing almost daily bouts of Help, my book has fallen and it can’t get up!

Last night I felt the need to take a break from children’s literature so I started reading Edith Wharton’s THE GLIMPSES OF THE MOON.  The Nick Lansing character is writing his first novel, and Wharton begins her seventh chapter with this:

 Of some new ferment at work in him Nick Lansing himself was equally aware.  He was a better judge of the book he was trying to write than either Susy or Strefford; he knew its weaknesses, its treacheries, its tendency to slip through his fingers just as he thought his grasp tightest; but he knew also that at the very moment when it seemed to have failed him it would suddenly be back, beating its loud wings in his face.


Ain’t that the truth.

 

                     

Waste-Not Wednesday: Flushing Toilets

Seeing as it’s Halloween and all I considered writing about recycling treats for the little witches and goblins.  You know the recycling I refer to: you’re all out of goodies because someone wouldn’t stop eating, but the doorbell keeps ringing so you dash into the pantry in frantic search of something, anything, to ward off the TP Avengers.  And you spot those granola bars at the back of the shelf plus a few packages of Top Ramen, so you grab those and a couple honey sticks on the way back to the front door in hopes you won’t arrive there to find a burning bag of dog doo.

But you already know the drill.

So let’s talk toilets.  Briefly.

Get yourself a big bucket to keep in your bathroom.  Put it under the tub faucet so it catches the water when you’re warming it up for your bath or shower:

Then use that water to flush your toilet:

Also, we have a plastic bottle filled with water (blue cap at Left) and a plastic container with rocks (next to ball at Right) in the tank.  These displace water so not as much water is needed to refill the tank after each flush.  Just make sure your displacement items don’t interfere with the flushing mechanism.  (If you already have low-flush toilets, I don’t think there’s room for displacement items but you can still use the bucket to refill the tank).

                                      

Planting a Flag

My office somehow became the family office and then the family dumping ground.  I’d post a photo of what it looks like today but it’s too damned scary.  Visualize piles of papers, stacks of books next to full bookshelves, a dead computer on the floor, various cords and plug-ins, dust, tax files, homework, more dust, bins and boxes, magazines and unpaid bills.  Did I mention the dust?  

Believe me when I say there’s not a whole lot of space for creativity.

Well, I read

 notes on Laurie Halse Anderson in which LHA said writers must create a sacred writing space.  Dot quoted her as saying “Writing space creates focus. You’re planting a flag.”

I thought, yeah.  But how?

Then today I was flipping through Monica Wood’s THE POCKET MUSE (a great book, by the way) and came across Ingredients of a good writing space which includes  “The space should be marked as yours by the decor: a favorite vase, a framed photo, a special charm or knick-knack.  Put up a sign, a flag, a fence; pee on it if you have to.  It’s yours.”

So I mulled over the possibilities before moving a little desk out of the office and putting it in the weight room.  I figure I’m safe in there since I’m the only one in the family who lifts weights.

And I didn’t even have to pee to make it mine.      

I Learned My First Trick!

I bought my first hoop in June.  As mentioned before, this hoop is heavier and thicker than those we had as kids and so is much easier to keep moving.  I fell in love with hooping and the way it relaxes me.  I kept at it and after a while got good enough that I could remove one of the segments and hoop with the smaller hoop (which means I can hoop faster and really work up a sweat).  Then I started taking little steps and practiced doing some spins and turns.  Eventually, I could even skip as I hooped.

This is all good.  I feel better, I look better.  It’s all good.

Except.

I’d done some investigating and discovered that my little spins and turns weren’t much in the wide, wide, world of hooping.  Hoopers can pick up hoops with their feet, hoop around both shoulders or just one shoulder, around their knees, and even hoop blindfolded.  I wanted to do more.

So I made myself a lighter, thinner hoop because the one I have is too heavy for tricks.  I ended up making two hoops since the first was too small for me (although it’s a good size for Zebu).  And then I started trying to get it up.   I bruised my forearm, repeatedly smacked my leg with the hoop, and yesterday knocked my glasses halfway off my face but . . . TODAY I mastered** a slightly modified version of Push It followed by overhead twirls and bringing the hoop back to my waist without a break in the spinning.

This video shows what I’d like to be able to do someday.  I smile and feel all floaty as I watch Ammre:

** I was successful at two attempts in a row.  🙂

      

Waste-Not Wednesday: Fabric Softener

I had the idea of designating one day per week for sharing ways my family tries to reduce our impact on the environment.  I’m going to call it WASTE-NOT WEDNESDAY and I’d be thrilled if anyone else would like to join in and share ideas from their households, too.  I’m at about the halfway point of my life expectancy but Wildebeest and Zebu and all your children have a lot of years ahead of them on this planet, and whatever we can do to protect the resources for them and their children (and their children’s children and so on), is well worth the effort.

So I hope you join me now and again in sharing some tips for helping out Mother Earth.

As you can see, my washing machine has a big jug of white vinegar sitting on top.  That’s because each time I wash a load of laundry, I pour white vinegar into the fabric softener dispenser at the top of the agitator-thingy.  We live in Colorado where it’s extremely dry which results in lots of static cling.  I mean LOTS.  However, the vinegar prevents that icky, clingy feeling plus keeps the laundry soft.  Believe me, if it works here vinegar will work in your climate, too.

Why not just use that fancy-smelling blue stuff?  Well, I don’t like liquid fabric softener or dryer sheets because I’m hypersensitive to strong odors.  When I’m taking a walk in my neighborhood, I can smell when someone’s running a dryer with one of those sheets inside and the smell hurts my lungs. 

While writing this post I just did a little googling and found out there’s a good reason why my lungs hurt when I smell that stuff:  nasty chemicals!

Do your wallet and the planet a favor by giving up the fabric softener.  Reach for the white vinegar instead.

                             

I’ve fallen WAY behind on updating my word count but am so pleased with my progress that I just had to share:

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
28,014 / 38,000
(73.7%)

I think I’ve definitely established a writing habit. I set a goal of 400 words per day but usually write a few more EVERY SINGLE DAY! (Well, I didn’t write one day this week but I did story mapping so I was working. Really. Truly).

How’s everyone else doing with their goals?

Please tell me I’m not the only one . . .

I’ve been adrift in my WIP but this morning felt a renewed sense of purpose about the book.  I realized it was time for the dry erase board so I could visually map out the story.  I gathered all my materials in one place and started talking aloud because that’s how I process best.  I decided to start by mapping out the big ending scene because while I’ve had a general idea about it from day one, I needed more details so that I could understand characters’ motivations as I continue writing earlier scenes.

I uncapped a stinky marker and started listing the things I already knew about the big ending scene.  It wasn’t a whole lot so I referred to my legal pad to check for other details I’d missed.

Oh my.

I’d completely forgotten about this.  On September 20 I wrote three pages of notes, the majority of which concern the big ending scene.  I wrote details out the wazoo but somehow, somehow, I’d managed to forget them.

Has this ever happened to you?  Please tell me I’m not the only one.  I mean, I know I’ve killed some brain cells over the years and that I’ve been under some Wildebeest-induced stress these past weeks but right now I’m feeling embarrassed and somewhat alarmed.

                         

Lessons From a Dead Girl


Look what I’ve got in my hot little hand! 

Finally!

I pre-ordered way back when 

said the book was available but there was some sort of delay.   I’m hoping Amazon sold so many copies they had to run out and get more before shipping mine out to me!

CONGRATULATIONS, Jo!  Can’t wait to read this beautiful book.

Blog Action Day – plastic bags

I just read

 post about native plants.  Beautiful story and accompanying photos in honor of today’s Blog Action Day.  This year’s topic is the environment and I decided to write about ways to reduce the number of plastic bags in our lives.

There are some sobering statistics at this site, including one from the EPA:  over 380 billion plastic bags, sacks and wraps are consumed in the U.S. each year.

Yikes.

One easy way to reduce the plastic in your life is to keep some of these in your car so that when you’re asked “Plastic or paper?” you can say “Neither”:

And instead of plastic sandwich bags, you can pack lunches with these:

Plastic debris is especially hard on marine wildlife as animals often mistake the bags for food.  We’re sharing the planet with lots of other beings and our actions can have a profound effect so I’m sure this sea turtle appreciates all efforts to keep his home clean:

I look forward to reading other takes on the environment in honor of Blog Action Day.

       

Days Fifteen – Nineteen: JoNoWriMo+1.5

It’s been crazy around my household this past week. In spite of the various ups and downs, I kept to my word goal although I won’t vouch for the quality of anything written. This might possibly be the suckiest draft in the history of the world but I’m forging ahead. At this point I’m writing scenes out of order. I never do this. Maybe once or twice in other books I wrote one scene out of order but not the way I’m doing now which is to basically fend off that icky brain-creep paralysis by writing whatever it takes to get me to my word count. So while it might all be dreck, I’m at least establishing a habit by writing each and every day. That part does feel good.

But man oh man, this writing gig can really take it out of a person. Yesterday I realized it’s already October which means I’m nearing the end of yet another year in which I didn’t sell a book and then I think about January 1st and how I’ll soon be staring down that whole hopes and dreams and goals routine for the new year wherein I continue to flail about wondering if I’m incapable of producing anything anyone wants to read, and the whole situation makes me want to curl up in a ball and disappear.

May I just say “Shit on a stick!” and “Crap on a cracker!”? (And feel free to share any of your favorite expressions so I don’t feel too juvenile.)

Anyway, I’m posting my stats here so I can at least remember that I’m honoring my word count goal while I battle the demons in my head:

Day 15: 321 words
Day 16: 511 words
Day 17: 516 words
Day 18: 440 words
Day 19: 739 words

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
20,733 / 38,000
(54.6%)

Days Thirteen and Fourteen: JoNoWriMo+1.5

Day Thirteen I eked out 360 words while at the Rockies baseball game. I wasn’t all that surprised to read them today and discover that all but maybe 34 of those words stink. But hey, I was trying to keep with the program.

Day Fourteen went much better and although I was practically in tears at one point, declaring that I hated my book, I kept writing and exceeded my goal. Who knows how many of those are keepers, though. At this point, I don’t care. I stopped at a good point so I’ll have momentum tomorrow and I can only hope that momentum doesn’t steer me right into a slag heap. Or the literary equivalent.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
18,206 / 38,000
(47.9%)

Day Ten: JoNoWriMo+1.5

Probably only half these words are any good but I consider them all gold at this point because I’ve fulfilled my promise to myself and this project despite being quite tired from the hours of busting sod today plus the drive to Boulder for a summer camp reunion/potluck for Wildebeest and Zebu plus the knowledge that in about ten hours I’ll be headed back to Boulder for my weekly appointment.

Last week I saw two bald eagles circling just as I hit the Boulder city limits. Maybe they’ll be there to escort me tomorrow, too. A woman can dream.

And that’s what I hope to be doing very soon.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
16,324 / 38,000
(43.0%)

Day Nine: JoNoWriMo+1.5

Not only did I achieve my word count today but also made great progress on my sod-busting project in my front lawn. I reached the sidewalk! It was dark by the time I got there which helps explain why I didn’t notice where I was stepping. My nose figured it out pretty quickly, though; a little treat left by some dog. Those shoes are spending the night in the garage.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
15,970 / 38,000
(42.0%)

Day Eight: JoNoWriMo+1.5

I’m happy with today’s words but am a little leery of what’s coming tomorrow since I didn’t leave myself in the best jumping-off position. Maybe the Fairies of Enlightenment will pay me a visit in the nighttime. If you see any fluttering nearby could you please send a few my way?

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
15,386 / 38,000
(40.5%)