Changing Seasons

Over the last little while, I’ve posted a lot about my wonderful writers’ critique group, Writers on Words. Readers of this blog have read about our changes in membership and our journeys to publication – we’ve all achieved publication, which is amazing! – as well as the more recent ebb and flow of participation. I’ve also shared with you the regeneration, if you would, of the group this past summer. After a bit of break, followed by honest group discussion about what we wanted and needed, we experienced a period of meaningful re-engagement that was truly exciting.

And yet, we seem to be floundering again. We had that spark of engagement this summer, and even took on a daily texting check-in early this fall. Essentially, one member would initiate a text with an update on words written, pages edited, or butt-in-chair time for the day, and the others would celebrate and share their own updates. It provided some good accountability, and it was also fun to cheer each other on.

But, then life happened, as it does. One member went on vacation. Another had a business trip. One’s work schedule got busy. The texting check-ins became erratic, fewer members had accomplishments, and then it just. . .stopped. I became overwhelmed with life – injuries for both husband and child (they’re doing great), which have required surgery/physical therapy/rest/doctor’s appointments – and simply couldn’t initiate our meeting invitations. Another member was out of the country. And so, we’ve not met in quite a while, and no one is clamoring to do so.

This begs the question – has our group simply run it’s course? While we enjoy each other’s company, we write different genres and are in very different places in our publishing journeys. Our small membership makes it quite difficult to weather the times when one member simply can’t participate fully; instead, when one slows down, the whole group loses momentum.

As autumn begins it’s more serious progression toward winter, the leaves having lost the last of their color and fallen to collect in ever-growing piles on the ground, the unusually warm days disappearing, and the air moving from crisp and clean to piercingly cold, I wonder if our group is also at the end of it’s season. How do we know? The letting go of something that has been a touch-stone for me for nearly 12 years is a painful idea. And yet, it’s become so much work, emotionally and physically, to keep it going.

There’s no clear answer at this point, and I’m not ready to make a decision for myself, much less the group. The questions I’m asking myself are hard and uncomfortable. And frankly, I hate winter, so there’s that. We all know that the changing of the seasons is inevitable, the cycle of life and death on-going, but that doesn’t mean we all love the process. Mostly, I do, because I enjoy Spring and Summer more after winter; I’m reminded to appreciate the joys of those seasons, the warm sun, vibrant colors of flora, the explosions of birds and butterflies. Putting away the cold weather gear is a milestone to enjoy! For WoW, I can’t quite visualize what the next season might hold, the joy it might bring; at least, not yet.

Where does WoW go from here? I just don’t know. What do you think?

Happy Autumn!

We’re (very nearly) into October, and the weather in New England is settling into proper Autumn behavior. While the days still dip a toe into the high 60s and low 70s, it’s happening less and less often. The nights are cool and crisp, and the air has that smell. You know the one I mean? My husband thinks I’m a bit of a nutter when I talk about the smell in the air and how the air just feels different right now. Soon he’ll acknowledge those oh-so-autumn smells, the leaves decomposing on the ground, the frosty bit in the air, but we’re not quite there yet. But, I can smell the difference.

One of my favorite parts of the season is the annual delivery of chrysanthemums. My daughter’s former gymnastics team sells the plants every September, and I love that I can support her former team AND start shifting the look of our home from my wild summer gardens to those gorgeous, richly colored mums. Bonus: mums are my birth flower, so there’s that. Each year I choose a different color scheme, which adds to the fun. (Although sometimes I lose my mind a bit, like today when I went shopping for a few additional plants, convinced that I had yellow and orange at home, when in fact I had dark red and orange at home; now I have yellow and orange and red and purple. Ooops!)

This year, our local nursery has gone all-in on interesting options for fall decorating. They offer the many colors of mums, have a great selection of white pumpkins, but also offered all of these: square, green, speckled gourds; striped gourds; green speckled circular gourds; cream colored pumpkins with orange and green stripes; gourds with fascinating lumps and bumps in many colors; pale green pumpkins with dark green stripes; and more! I wish I’d thought to take photos; I had no idea there were so many options, but I love that our local greenhouse offers them.

Of course, my decorating ideas are always much bigger than my actual effort, and I will never make use of that many options available to me. Still, it’s fun to dream that I have a bit more Martha Stewart-level skill, time, and budget for decorating. (And staff, let’s not forget staff.)

Today I bought my first jug of fall cider, and next weekend I’m hoping to do a little apple-picking. In a few weeks, we’ll go grab carving pumpkins, and add some jack-o’ lanterns to the mix. Soon the sweaters and boots will come out of the attic, along with warm, wool socks; fires will happen as often as possible in the fire pit, and we’ll try to wring every possible moment out of this gorgeous weather until it all goes sideways with the arrival of winter.

Happy Autumn, everyone!

Too Much of Good Thing?

For the past six or so months, I’ve written several posts about my amazing writer’s group and our reinvestment in the group, as well as our craft. It’s been a great summer together! We’re still working on getting back into a regular rhythm, but we’re meeting for critique sessions as often as possible, and we’ve made a significant effort to meet and write, whomever is available, if our usual critique session won’t work for the whole group. These writing sessions have allowed me to really dive into my WIP – sometimes I work on my outline, other times I develop my notes, expand my character sketches, or spend time on world-building. It’s all time well-spent.

We’ve also recently kicked off a daily texting check-in. We each have different writing goals, either based on words or time spent writing, and we send a text with our accomplishment. It’s been fun, and we get so excited to see each other’s messages come through. I find myself feeling more accountable for keeping to my goals than I would have otherwise, and momentum is an incredibly important aspect of writing for me.

The fascinating side-effect of my improved diligence, of revisiting good and regular writing habits, is that I feel energized, excited, and enthusiastic about developing my story. Which is great. Wonderful! Lovely. But, I also find that I have the occasional new story idea. Or a couple.

Actually, I’m swimming in ideas. Which sounds like a fantastic problem to have! And it is, truly, but now I’m struggling to concentrate, to finish one story before I jump into the next. I’m a pantser at heart, although I’ve learned to value and prioritize creating a high-level outline, and that means that its hard for me to slow down and capture enough detail about my ideas that I can successfully come back to them later. The inability to recapture the idea makes me anxious about losing it completely, and I begin to lose momentum on the current project, bouncing back and forth like some errant molecule pinging around.

Can there be too much of a good thing when it comes to writing, and having a plethora of wonderful story ideas? Nah! Just a need to better capture the key details of the idea, and the self-discipline to focus on one project at a time. No problem, right?

My Computer Ate My Blog

Monday has arrived, yet again, welcoming us into another week. Can you believe we’re halfway through August?!? I’m not quite sure where summer went – apparently I blinked and it zoomed by, leaving little trace that it was ever actually here. Ah, well.

Today’s blog was, well, not this one. I wrote two actually, and was deciding which to use. And then Monday happened. (Okay, technically Sunday night, but I’m not feeling the love for Monday, so Monday gets the blame today. And technology, but I’m getting there.)

As I struggled with my technology last night and again this morning, my brain roamed around how technology plays an increasingly present role in some of my favorite fiction. A sign of the times, writers are including internet searches, smart phones, and hacking in their stories at an ever-increasing pace; my favorite authors do this very, very well, walking that fine line between keeping the story current while not making it so current that a year from now it will seem dated and difficult with which to connect. Their characters use their technology in ways that I see myself doing so, and having the challenges I experience every day: difficult internet connections, no charging stations in airports, a phone that keep glitching, and so on. I can feel the character’s experience, as it closely aligns with my own, or is realistic enough that I can relate to the events.

Others, not so much. For instance, how often is the protagonist suddenly a hacker? Especially when the protagonist has a career as a florist, pet groomer, or parasailing instructor? And yet, here I sit, struggling with some basic functionality, when I spent nearly two decades working in IT. I’m suspicious. Of course, the stories in question are not sci-fi or other genres where there is an expectation of suspension of disbelief. No, these are the kinds of stories where the protagonist is your average florist, who suddenly knows how to hack some CIA database to obtain info about something-or-other. (No offense to florists, who are amazing; they’re simply not usually cross-trained as hackers, either white or black hat.)

My current work in progress requires a fair amount of suspension of disbelief, but I’ve tried to set up the story in such a way that the reader is engaged and willing to go for the ride with me, and the characters in the story. Rachel’s backstory provides groundwork for why she has access to the people and information that she does; when something is a stretch, I’m working to provide a rationale that the average reader is willing to accept. Plenty of beta readers will have a shot at telling me where I’ve missed the mark and stretched things too far, because its important to me that I be fair to my readers.

While I love a story that involves technology, I need it to be within the boundaries of reality, even a stretched reality, or I’m going to lose interest in the story. Tell me, what theme, trope, or bad behavior causes you frustration in your reading?

Collectibles

I collect experiences.

As an only child living in a fairly rural area, I had a lot of time to myself. I think the practice of collecting probably began way back then. Adding new things to my room, organizing them, re-arranging them, all these tasks of creating and maintaining a collection were fun for me: bears, dolls, unicorns, stickers, books, buttons. . .well, I really liked to collect things. Tangible, appreciable things.  But, as an adult, I came to realize that things require physical space and maintenance – like dusting. Horrible, horrible dusting. As an adult, I’m far less enamored of things that require physical space and dusting, yet I still love collecting.

I’m an introvert, and we introverts tend to hover on the periphery of things where we’re not so overwhelmed. We visit the edges of conversations, the boundaries of parties, the quiet corners of chaos. We watch, and we listen. I could spend hours sitting in a mall or museum, watching the people walk by, imagining the situations they’re in based on the body language. Hand-gestures are so expressive, even from a distance! Sometimes, as I’m sitting in a food court, I’ll catch a few snippets of conversation. Without context, these snippets can sound strange, scary, exciting, dangerous. . .and it is so much fun to write the missing text in my head. What I discovered, is that I could collect the intangibles. The only space required is the space in my head. And dusting? No dusting required!

I’ve worked in a wide-range of industries and been to some amazing places, and all of these experiences were added to my collection, which lives, dust-free, in my head. They make life interesting by adding dimension, depth, and perspective. The best part? What they add to my writing.

When I’ve written myself into a corner or I’ve lost the plot thread (or not yet found it) or I’ve simply bored myself with my writing (it happens!), I can close my eyes and flip through the filing cabinet of experiences in my head. Images, odors, temperatures, sounds, words, are all there to browse through, remember, enjoy. My writing gets better as I add some version of the remembered experience, or use one as inspiration to weave into the story, and I get to enjoy the memories again and again.

No dusting required!

Attention Grabbing

Why do we choose to read the stories that we do? Lately, I’ve engaged in several casual conversations with new-to-me people, who have asked who/what I like to read, and why. It was a surprise to find that I struggled to answer the questions. For the who, the challenge was where to start my list! I love reading, and there is an ever-growing list of authors that I recommend to others.

But, how to boil down what captures my attention into a small-talk-worthy sentence or two? That has been a struggle, so I’ve been thinking about it for the past week or so. I still don’t have an answer, but I’m actually enjoying the self-analysis!

Currently, I’m re-reading a fun and incredibly well-written series (the Ordinary Magic series by Devon Monk). Set in the fictional town of Ordinary, Oregon, the stories revolve around three sisters who represent both traditional law enforcement for the town, as well as specific roles related to managing the gods that vacation in Ordinary.

Yep, gods. Death, War, and so on, come to Ordinary, Oregon to put down their god powers and vacation like normal humans. Great premise, right? I highly recommend the series (five books so far, with short stories as well). Here’s the beginning of the blurb for book five, Dime a Demon:

Myra Reed’s life is going great. . .Being a cop is great. Guarding the library of arcane secrets is great. Even dealing with the monsters and gods vacationing in the little beach town of Ordinary, Oregon is great. Then the demon, Bathin, strolls into town and steals Myra’s sister’s soul. So much for great.”

Whoa! Grabber, there. But, what about this series captured my attention before I even read the blurb? Why, when Amazon is driving me crazy by putting seven books by the same author, who I have NEVER read (and will never read; can I please have a “stop showing me this” option?!?), in my “recommended for you” list, for weeks at a time, am I choosing something else? (Other than a wee bit of passive aggression, of course.)

When selecting a new read, I usually start by checking for new books by my favorite authors; books that we’ve mentioned on this blog; or books by authors speaking at a conference I’m planning to attend. When none of those options result in a new book to read, I’ll scroll through the options presented by Amazon or Barnes & Noble. Interesting titles, great blurbs, an appealing cover are things that draw me in, but even after some thought, I can’t really define why one book sounds better than another – especially when the blurbs are similar.

I’d love to know what captures your attention – what makes you buy or borrow a book? Is there a particular theme that you are particularly drawn to? What magic draws you in, readers?

Happy July!

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

Good morning, and happy July! My apologies, but I do not have a fascinating post for you today. Instead, I’d love to hear what you’re planning to do – and READ -this week!

I’ve been catching up on my Kristen Painter books. This author is FANTASTIC and I adore her paranormal work. Such strong character and story development! Definitely recommend. I’ve been thinking about revisiting some Elizabeth Peters soon, too. For less fun, I’ll be reading about Emotional Intelligence and Change Management (thank you, Harvard Business Review books).

No big plans for our family, mostly impromptu outings and – the best part! – working on my current novel out on the deck. Send good weather wishes!

I hope you all have something fun on the horizon, good weather in your area, and plenty of books to read!