Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Trying my hand...

Most all of my author friends have some sort of logo that when you see it, you know that it's theirs without even reading the name. I was told I needed such a thing by a friend--who's opinion I trust completely. I had come up with one--a lovely sunset image my dad took, but it didn't convey what I wanted to convey. Then, I came upon an idea.

Every since I was a little girl whenever I had a bad time, family members ill, heart breaks, confusion over the right decision to make, I had a friend who visited me in my sleep. This friend was a beautiful blond who was so soothing, so comnforting, so protective, I felt instantly at peace whenever she came near. She was over 6 feet long, muscular build, large paws--a female cougar. Even though I am a Christian, (even though it is a contradiction to a point)I beleive this cougar to be my spirit guide or totem.
I decided to honor her in my quest for a logo. So, I've dome up with a couple of options and I thought what better way to get opinions than to share them here--with you. So, if you'll indulge me, I'd like to show them and then get your opinions:

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I'm really curious to hear what you readers think. I'd love it if you'd leave your vote in the comments section. Thanks!
Have a great week. I leave for my vacation on Saturday at 6 am (and I'm SOO ready to go! See the lovely images in the background of the pix? THATS what I'm going to see--for all of next week!)
Hugz!
Donica

Friday, July 10, 2009

Murphy's Law...

Why couldn't Murphy have put a positive spin on his 'law'??

My 15 year old son's friend went to Florida for the week for family vacation...due back Sunday. While he's away, he asked my son to keep his leopard gecko, tree frog, fish and water frogs (all in their own separate tanks, of course). As we have a small petting zoo with lizards, frogs, fish, and multiple four-legged friends, we're well aware of how to care for them and felt sure there would be NO PROBLEMS.... *cough*

We've had the guest reptiles since last Friday. They were doing quite well until yesterday...my son called me at work and says, "Er, mom....I can't find the tree frog."

"What?" I ask, heart in my throat.
"It was there last night, but I can't find it...."

He took everything out of the cage, as did I when I got home and searched high and low, to no avail. The danged frog was no where to be seen. I hate to think about it in the midst of our curious canine and feline companions. I did notice that when my son replaced the lid on the cage there was an opening big enough for the frog to escape if not double checked for security.

I looked again this morning, still, no luck. We feel awful about it. I really hope they don't think my 6 year old let him out. *cringe* We were only trying to help out a friend in need and wham--came back to bite us in the butt!! I'm going frog shopping tonight, needless to say.

On the up side of life, writing is coming along with several pans on the fire and several others in the waiting line. =)

Hope Murphy keeps his law far from you and yours!

Until next time,
Angie


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Thursday, July 9, 2009

This is not a farm.


I love fields. Waving, green, rustling fields of tall grass. The sight is soothing on a warm summer day.

But not in my neighbour's backyard.

Since I was twelve, Uncle Bob lived next door. A retired farmer, he took pride in his lawn and his rose garden. We were often put to shame by his obsessive property maintenance. Our lawn by comparison was environmentally friendly, meaning no pesticides. It was green, but mostly from the weeds. We did our best to keep it under control. Really, we did.

When Bob passed away, another family bought the house. The roses became wispy and ragged and the clematis vines flopped to the ground. Three weeks ago we arrived home to find the front lawn cut, but the mower sat abandoned before reaching the back yard.

It sat.

And sat. The grass in their back yard grew to over two feet high.

The longer the mower sat, the more my imagination brewed. I began to wonder if something had happened to the unfortunate operator of the mower. They don't speak much English and we rarely see them outside. I was too shy to knock on their door to inquire if they were all right.

On Saturday, I started thinking of fantastic stories to go with this scenario. Then I thought it would be a great idea to invite stories from readers, based on the picture.

Somebody must have seen me taking pictures, because the next morning they had succeeded in wrestling the grass into submission.

Just for fun, tell me what you would have written based on the photograph.

--Sandra Cormier

Sunday, July 5, 2009

My Fourth of July excitement


I have parking issues. I can’t leave my car parked in just any spot. If I pull into a mall or department store, I have to park in the very back of the parking lot. I have this phobia that if I park too close to other cars, someone will park right up against my doors, either the driver or passenger doors, and I won’t be able to get in. Then I won’t be able to leave when I want. I’ll be trapped.

This Fourth of July, my worst fear came true. I attended my local county fair on Saturday. I parked in a field. I was a bit concerned about getting stuck in the mud, considering how hard it had rained the previous night, but there were no other cars parked around me, so I wasn’t altogether concerned.

I left my car to enjoy the fair. After a visit though four buildings, the cow barn, the chicken tent, a lap down the midway to enjoy a fried dough and an ice cream, I trudged back to my car.

My heart leapt in my throat. My car was totally blocked in. An F-150 truck parked ahead of me, mini-van behind me. After a brief but strong panic attack, I hurry to the back entrance gate and plead for one of the fair workers to help me. One insists there is nothing she can do.

“But it’s the Fourth of July!” I wail. Most likely those who have trapped me in are staying for the demolition derby and the fireworks display following the show. I’m clearly doomed.

A fireman at the gate takes pity on me and summons a police officer passing by on a horse to call over to the main office and have the licenses of those blocking me paged over the intercom.

“But how are they going to hear the announcement over the demolition derby?” I continue to whine. I’ve already ate my weight in midway snacks. What the heck am I supposed to do until midnight or later when these people decide to leave?

So they announce the licenses. Nothing. An hour passes, and no one comes to my rescue, except the fireman and policeman who have been extremely patient with my impatience. The policeman now starts talking in his intercom, pocket radio thing. Thirty minutes passes, and a tow truck shows up. As it hoists the mini-van up and onto its apparatus, I ask the policeman what he’s doing. Turns out he ran each vehicle through the records, and the min-van has been identified as stolen.

Huh? Someone would steal a vehicle in my lil’ ol’ neck of the woods? Wow, this is just like an episode of Cops! Now I no longer want to leave. Now I want to know who would steal a maroon mini-van with a “Soccer Mom” bumper sticker.

But my car is free. Free as we are this Fourth of July. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday.

~ Nancy

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Saturday, July 4, 2009

Loyalty

As an author, there's nothing that can drive warm and fuzzy feelings into your heart more than a fan who tells you that they can't wait to read whatever you write. Granted, that also bears with it the pressure of producing your next work at a level that's worthy of that type of loyalty.

So, here's to all of those fans out there who have voiced their loyalty for a particular author, and for those authors who need to get out there and finish their next work for those fans to enjoy.

In the comments, feel free to post your fan-crush loyalties!

And everyone have a happy Independence Day!

Friday, July 3, 2009

THE ESSENCE OF A HERO

The hero of a story must reach into the reader's heart and soul, making he/her believe in that character's reality, must make them want to cheer them on, must ache when they hurt, cringe when they are embarrassed, fear when they are threatened, and cry if they die. But what makes a hero? How do we as writer's reach that conclusion? How do we perceive the essence that will bring about the desired results and have a man say, oh yeah, I'd following him and face the hordes of hell, or a woman yearn to be safe in his arms. We obsess over finding just the right blend of traits and we believe we have touched on one in particular. Russell Crowe… Best Actor. Works for me. Gladiator… Best Film… a study in heroes. Their hero-dom arose from their leadership qualities.

I’d like to exam Russell Crowe in Gladiator and specifically only the first five minutes of the movie. In my view it was these five minutes that set this movie and this character out to be something special. He breathed humanity into the armor clad Maximus. A time when his struggle through life was far from what we’d think humane yet he was strong as well as compassionate.

I saw a portrait of passion coupled with honor. Maximus was magnanimous. Your first vision of him shows an unkempt bearded clear-eyed man. Set poised in the snow flurries of a winter day focused on the moment. Unaffected by the climate. His proud walk amidst his troops reflected an honest connection. His version of high fives, fist to fist, depicted a sharing of strength and a man willing to touch his charges. A man not at arms length but approachable. It was obvious he stood shoulder to shoulder with them during battles. It was the image of a man’s man. A man who’d take the back of his brother-in-arms. Additionally, qualities of one whom was a leader. Not an order giver… but a man in the trenches and showing the way.

He described his army as “…lean and hungry.” Simplistic yet speaks volumes. Their physical shape. Fat free… Un-contented. Focused on a goal. Everything an athlete wishes to be prior to any contest. Everything any businessperson wishes to be prior to any deal. These three words connected to the deep-seated competitor found in most.

When Maximus’ second in command reacted to the Horde’s refusal to surrender with, “They don’t know when they are conquered,” Maximus stoically replied, “Would you… would I?” He honored his foe… his second in command… and himself with respecting the never quit… never give in… never say die attitude. Tenacity toward attaining a goal is a powerful belief, which is held high in the view of most.

His personal preparation for the moment of truth, the battle, was that he stooped, took dirt into his hands and rubs them with it. This unpretentious moment of focus showed a simple man. The dirt absorbing the sweat of his hands, hands that would be his tools in the fight. An act of readiness, a point of demarcation, the line between General and Warrior was seen in this private moment.

His look at his dog, a powerful dog, which showed a man who was complex enough to have such a loyal cur. Historically, an image of a dog as a man’s friend helps show a character deep, confident and human.

Maximus’ salutation to his second in command was “Strength and honor.” Pure genius. Strength…force… power… might… energy… intensity… vigor… brawn… virility. Honor…integrity… honesty… morality… regard… dignity… rectitude. A balance between power and integrity.

Maximus’ final order was “At my signal… unleash Hell!” If you never fought you might not understand. If we fight we must fight to win. I believe this. If we choose to do something, do it as well as we can. Half-fast is half-assed. I respect the pureness of this attitude because it respects the mission of the moment.

A leader emerged before my eyes. Maximus joined his cavalry, the force with which he would be riding into battle. It was at this point in time he showed himself to be a man of vision. Explore the quote, “Imagine where you will be and it will be so…” Visionaries can make great leaders. Their visions capture their followers. But a visionary without substance, i.e., an idea man, does not a leader make. A vision coupled with a willingness to do what’s imagined is the purest form of leadership.

The five minutes ends with this statement by Maximus, “What we do in life echoes in eternity.” The essence of the dream/desire that we want to make a difference on time. We matter. Not just our time but all time. We want to be remembered. We want a legacy. We understand we’re fragile creatures whose fate in life is that we die. So between birth and death what we do must matter. If we can’t buy into to that then we question our purpose to exist at all. We sense our soul will have a life-after thought that is intangible but that tangible life-after is reflected in the monuments we build to ourselves, and these are usually in the forms of accomplishments, people that we have truly affected and our children.

Maximus rises out of these five minutes as a man’s man leader, an unpretentious visionary with a grasp of the magnitude of the moment, a man with an eye on the goal and a passion to do what is essential to achieve it. Powerful stuff.

This is a great man’s flick. However, this was not a chick flick but Maximus is also the personification of a woman's hero.

I share this because it helps define the rare qualities of a real man with character and strength and when we word picture heroes we have to start with an essence. I wrote this many years ago and maybe out-dated but the concept of hero is never.

So why share the aforementioned point of view? As caretakers of the genesis of the characters in our stories, we hold a responsibility to every reader to grabble with imagery and respect the iconic ideals, such as heroism.

In closing, we try to take these and similar traits into the embodiment of our heroes. Though they may be uniquely different in personality, they have that similar underlying core of values, strength, and determination. The sort of man that will cut himself fairly badly but will finish what he is doing before tending to that wound. The sort of man who a woman will feel safe with even when she feels quite capable of protecting herself. The sort of man who will climb into your world, and will stay a part of it, forever.

At least that is what we hope to bring to our heroes. If you read our stories, you'll have to let us know if you agree.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Idea Generator

What do we do when the muse suddenly stops talking to us? 

Writers get their ideas from all sorts of fun places. The older a writer is, the more life experience he/she has to draw from. I find that to be very true. I wrote my first full novel when I was twenty but to be honest, there wasn't an original idea within those pages. Yup, 400 pages typed on an electric typewriter that was mostly regurgitated facts from other novels I'd read. It's in a safe place under the bed protected by an army of dust bunnies. At twenty, I just didn't have an idea generator at my disposal. I had the desire to write but not the experience. That doesn't mean a young person can't write a great book. It just means for me, it didn't work.

So what is an idea generator? For me it's a collection of experiences, incidents, dreams, research and the endless "what if" questions we all possess. Experiences can be as simple as a humorous conversation with friends to travel abroad. They broaden our base of knowledge. Incidents are so important as many writers rely on even the smallest incident to help with a particular character's development or to add spice to a chapter. Dreams allow us to delve into deeper issues that touch the unconscious mind. And the well of "what if" questions help generate the more imaginative stories. 

Without a broad base of knowledge, writers have a more difficult time being prolific. So, when my muse wants a vacation, I take one with her so I can replenish my container of ideas. I'm very fortunate that my mother loves to travel and often needs a travel bud. She took my daughter and I to Paris last summer. Next summer? She's invited me to go to Scandinavia. Wow. Wish I'd had this opportunity before writing my Viking time travel. But - I am so looking forward to gathering more ideas in which to jump start my muse. 

In the meantime, I am going to have to sit down and draft some "what if" questions to try and work through a difficult scene. Wish me luck.