Categories: Creativity

Everyday Inspiration: Jane, Lizzie, and Mozart

by Sabina I. Rascol
Published on: May 18, 2012
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“Focus.” A friend recently spoke this word into my life. Was that before or after I’d decided that, for Lent, I’d give up trying to pack everything in?

 

I hate missing out on stuff. Because of that, I once arrived late at a retreat with friends: I had over-extended myself to finish a task that later turned out to have had a flexible deadline. I then left that same retreat early so I could catch the first rehearsal of the choir I sang in. I missed nothing that weekend! Except the point: to savor my friends and the retreat.

 

Now, drawn to the lodestar “Focus” and deliberately not squeezing everything in, I aimed for single-mindedness. To come home from work and write. That’s it.  Forgo time-sucking trips to the library (I who have books practically oozing out of my walls) or to the store, except for produce (I’ve got a terribly well-stocked pantry). Pare down on impromptu long chats with dear neighbor-friends. Cook big pots of soup and oatmeal, let dust bunnies grow to adolescence. Forsake all my usual time dribbles to WRITE.

 

As I focused and wrote, three inspirational examples played in my mind:

 

-My friend and neighbor JANE, who just started cello lessons after playing the violin when younger. Now she comes home from work and sneaks to the cello. She plays when she should be starting dinner or doing other mundane tasks.

 

-LIZZIE, Jane’s daughter, who’s studying the violin herself with wonderful Grandma Ellie. She practices late sometimes, Jane says, and the quality suffers. Yet those mediocre evenings still count. She’s putting in the time, moving forward, cumulatively getting better.

 

-MOZART. We all know about him–or think we do. He’s the genius who effortlessly produced delightful music, right? According to choreographer and dancer Twyla Tharp (in her amazing book The Creative Habit: what’s any creative person doing without it right next to them, dog-eared from being studied?), “Nobody worked harder than Mozart. By the time he was twenty-eight years old, his hands were deformed because of all the hours he had spent practicing, performing, and gripping a quill pen to compose.”

 

Frankly, I’d prefer to keep my hands well-shaped. But I desire to come closer to Mozart’s devotion to his craft, Jane’s yearning for her cello, Lizzie’s practicing anyway, anywhen. It’s working. My book is—slowly—advancing. So is my excitement, as I get new insights and ideas to weave into my book. I can hardly wait to read it all. And for you to be able to read it, too.

 

And now… Excuse me, I have some re-focusing to do. What with longer days, new calls on my time, deciding about summer travels, new job possibilities, I need to remember Jane, Lizzie, and Mozart. To go to my writing as though to a tryst. To write even out of season. To feed my calling in various ways, becoming fully a writer.

 

Meanwhile, let’s toast all those who inspire us. Who are some who inspire you?

 

Sabina I. Rascol

www.sabinairascol.com

 

What to Wear?

by Elizabeth Rusch
Published on: April 20, 2012
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O.K. This is silly. I know. But it’s April and April Fools Day always gets me into a certain mood. So the question of the day is: What should one wear to a Viva Scriva meeting? I asked myself this question one afternoon when ScrivaAmber and I got together for a writing date, and I just didn’t feel like writing. So I started drawing. And giggling. And eventually Amber asked me what I was giggling about. So I showed her my drawing of a Viva Scriva Uniform:

That was fun! So I continued, with the “Rear” view:

Tee Hee.

ScrivaLiz

 

Making Up With My W-I-P: A little time, love, and tenderness goes a long way

by Nicole Marie Schreiber
Published on: March 22, 2012
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I’ve recently had a fight with my Work-in-Progress, and it hasn’t been pretty.

You see, I’ve been neglecting it these past few months…well, since the end of October actually.  It doesn’t understand how I am a writer and a teacher and a mother and a wife and have only a certain amount of time in my life.  It doesn’t accept that I’ve had to apply and interview for overseas teaching jobs that start in the fall for the last four months, and to do that takes time, all of my writing time in fact, and there was little time for anything else except caring for my family and working at my school.  Even my sleep was neglected.

It’s been hard.  I’ve missed my W-I-P dreadfully– my characters and setting,  turning in new pages of my W-I-P at my Scriva meetings, and actually doing the writing.

“Those Scrivas really get me,” my W-I-P would whisper in my ear late into the night, when I was trying to get some much-needed sleep for a 5 am Skype interview with a school in Europe.  “They love seeing me, reading me, fixing me up and rearranging me so that I’m all shiny and polished.  They want the best for me!  And you…” My W-I-P would turn to me and grimace. “You just toss me aside.”

It’s true.  I did have to toss my W-I-P aside for a little while, but I always knew I would come back to it.  And at the end of February, it was time for us to get reacquainted.

This was easier said than done.  What helped, you ask?

Keeping my toes in the children’s book world during the time I wasn’t writing definitely helped.  I kept on reading other middle grade and YA, even while flying across the country to teacher recruitment conferences (the plane is a GREAT place to catch up on reading).  Critiquing Scriva manuscripts and attending some of our meetings all helped, too.  Yet, when the time came for me to come face to face with my W-I-P again, I was scared.

Really scared.

Questions bubbled from my brain, like a comic strip character with multiple thought clouds extending from her head.  What if I can’t get into my story again?  What if I don’t remember key details in my plot?  What if the story doesn’t make sense to me anymore?  What if I read it, and I end up not really caring about my W-I-P anymore?

What if we have to break up?

Luckily, none of that happened.  But I didn’t just open my laptop and dive right in, either.  I progressed slowly and took baby steps getting back into reconnecting with my W-I-P, starting with getting back into the mindset of being a “writer” instead of  a“teacher.” Four months is a long time for me to be away from my W-I-P.  I needed to reacquaint myself with what it felt like to be a “writer” again in order to do the writing.

I began by following my favorite writer/author/agent/editor/children’s book blogs again a little bit each day at home.  I wanted to know what I’d missed in the world of children’s books while I’d been out of touch.  I had known and cheered for Hugo while watching the Academy Awards after having read it to my two boys and seen it twice at the theatre, but that had been the extent of my knowledge of the children’s book world since November, so I had a lot to catch up on.

During my blog perusals, I came upon Nathan Bransford’s excellent post about the exact same topic that I was going through– I was thrilled and recommend it to anyone who has been away from a W-I-P for a time and needs help getting back into the swing of things.  I followed his advice about starting with writing something small, like a blog post or a journal entry, and then going from there.  To not get on yourself and expect too much the first time you go back to your W-I-P and really start to write something for it.

After commenting on a few blog posts, I really felt the need to get back to my story.  But a broken relationship needs some quality time, so I took my W-I-P on a date to our favorite place, a place where we have gone through thick and thin together, where I have fallen under its spell of forgetting all time and space, where I have become totally immersed in my story.

Starbucks.

Not just Starbucks, but Starbucks at 5 am, when maybe one or two elderly gentlemen are there reading the newspaper, when it is quiet and peaceful and smells of coffee beans and hot chocolate.  Every relationship has its special places—places you go on anniversaries to, places where promises were made and memories created—and, scary as it is, Starbucks is my place with my W-I-P.

Many a scene has been written there at the early morning hours, sans kiddos asking me to break apart Legos or cut a hole in a cardboard box so that they can make it a boxcar like in the Boxcar Children (both equally important and fun activities, but not when you want to dive back into your W-I-P) .  I still thankfully have many Starbucks gift cards from the holidays (thank you family, friends, and families of students!) and I decided to write there for two hours one Saturday morning—just my W-I-P and me.

But my W-I-P would not have it.

“What?  You think you can just open me up on your laptop and start writing?  After what you did to me?  Think again!”

So I did think again, and I followed some of Nathan Bransford’s advice about not being too hard on myself the first time.  I began with looking at old “photo albums” that I had created with my W-I-P in mind– research notebooks and art from the period of my story that I had collected to help immerse myself in my setting.

I listened to our favorite music of the period again that I had downloaded with my headphones.

I reread my story and did a bit of revising.  I reread and revised my synopsis.  I started giving my W-I-P the proper time and nurturing it needed and so desperately wanted.  And then, clicking down to the end of where I had left off four months earlier, I started writing new material.

I didn’t write much– maybe a couple of paragraphs, but it was something and, remembering Nathan Bradford’s comment about not being too hard on yourself the first time you go back to working on your W-I-P after a long break, it felt good.

I knew I had to treat my W-I-P again to another date AS SOON AS POSSIBLE to keep up the momentum, so a few days later I scheduled another early morning writing time at Starbucks and wrote again, this time a whole scene!

Then, serendipity followed, as it can so many times with artistic endeavors, and I found a fabulous research book at my local library’s used bookstore upon which, while reading it, flooded me with new ideas and areas to take my story.  I had nurtured my W-I-P with a gift, and it had paid me back two-fold with inspiration.

This weekend, a few weeks after reintroducing myself to my W-I-P, I have taken it to the beach with my Scrivas on a writing retreat, and I find myself writing again.  Writing and creating a novel can really be like a maintaining a human relationship.  It takes time, energy, nurturing, patience, persistence, and even love to keep the relationship going, and I am so glad that my W-I-P and I didn’t break up, but made up instead.

 

Here are some ideas that helped me make up with my W-I-P.

 

-       read Nathan Bransford’s blog post!

 

-       Feed your writer’s soul by going on an “artist date” or a “writer’s date” just like described in Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way”.  Go to a favorite park, the beach, the mountains, a bookstore, the library, a museum, anywhere you get inspiration.

 

-       Take your W-I-P on a date to where you can give it 100% of your attention.  If you can do that in your office at home, great.  Just make sure that there are no distractions.  I have many, many distractions at home, so I need to get away from the house.  A favorite coffee shop, the library, the park, anywhere you can.  Reread what you have written, if not all, but enough to remember where you’re going with the story.  Reread your synopsis.  Reread maybe comments from your critique group.  Peruse research and notes on your story, if you have any.

 

-       Take your W-I-P on a date AGAIN and very soon afterward, since I bet during the first time out after a long break putting words to paper didn’t come very easily.

 

-       Be easy on yourself the first time out, then keep on trying to give time to your W-I-P.  Try not to go away again from your W-I-P for some time, if you can. Make a schedule, even if it’s once a week for two hours.  Your story and your writer’s soul will thank you for it.

 

Happy Writing!

 

-Nicole Marie Schreiber

www.nicolemarieschreiber.com

www.nicolemarieschreiber.wordpress.com (blog)

A Post-Santa Post on Multiple Drafts

by Ruth Tenzer Feldman
Published on: December 26, 2011
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Santas

Santa Clones in Portland

Let’s do the math. It takes me on average about four drafts of a 250-word post before I’m ready to show it to the world. The books I write are, say, about 60,000 words long. So, 60,000 divided by 250 is 240 “post-units.” At four drafts per “post-unit,” that would be 960 drafts. That’s all?

Seriously, folks. I’m willing to put in the time and energy to revise and rewrite. I don’t go berserk when I realize that my story would be better if I killed off a minor character or rejiggered a scene. My downfall is when I make those final edits that change a draft ever so slightly, or add the tiniest bit more color to a scene. I lose patience when the draft I’m working on, like the Santa on the pedestal, starts looking like all my other recent drafts, and it’s hard to tell one draft from another. What to do, what to do?

Here’s where a critique group is invaluable. With so many different eyes reviewing, say, Draft #87, there is bound to be someone who remembers a turn-of-phrase that (s)he preferred back in Draft #86, or who still has the enthusiasm to suggest a rewording for Draft #88.

Critique group members are also a great resource for telling you when to stop revising. Enough! One Santa does really look and feel just like the other. No more tweaking.

In addition to a critique group, it often helps to put your most recent drafts in your virtual or real desk drawer for a few days, or for a few weeks if you can afford to. Your drafts won’t change, but you will have become a different reader.

And now back to my post-Santa revisions. With the help of the Scrivas, my next book should be ready to shine by this time next year. That would be draft number…?

Gift of Gratitude: Thankful Beads

by Elizabeth Rusch
Published on: November 18, 2011
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One holiday season, a couple years ago, I had a strong urge to give something to the Viva Scrivas to thank them for all the ways they have helped me and my writing.  What I had in mind would take some time, so it wouldn’t work during a normal critique group session. I saved it for a writing retreat.

After dinner the second night of the retreat, after the plates were cleared but the wine was still flowing, I gathered the Scrivas back to the dinner table and pulled out a box of beads and some thin wire.

I felt alittle awkward, kind of dorky, at first. What if they didn’t like the activity? What if they thought it was tiresome or corny? But I went ahead and explained that we were going to make Thankful Beads. Each person would make a string of beads, each bead signifying something they were thankful for in their writing life. They could start by picking beads that inspired them or by making a list of things that they were thankful for and then choosing beads that best represented each item.

The Scrivas got quiet, and I got nervous. 

Then they slipped into the work, jotting notes, fingering through beads. I swear I have never seen these writers so quiet unless they were writing – and with wine goblets at hand, noless. They wrote:

Writing time

       Health

                My beautiful desk

 

A husband’s support

            Great books

                        The outdoors               

 

Writing conferences

            My editor

                      The Scrivas

Someone chose a brown, lumpy bead for a faithful dog. A shiny sparkling amber bead for Ideas. A red bead for her mother.

When we were finished, we each shared our string of beads, touching each one as we said our thanks aloud.

And the next day, as the Scrivas wrote, their Thankful Beads were right nearby.

Happy Thanksgiving,

ScrivaLiz

 

 

Liberate Your Story By Placing Your Characters in a Web of Constraints

by Amber Keyser
Published on: October 7, 2011
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My current project is writing a young adult novel set in the Angel Punk universe.  Angel Punk is a transmedia project that uses a feature film, a comic book series, a fan engagement site, and a novel to tell interwoven but non-overlapping stories.  Here’s the teaser:

Power. Greed. Tragedy. Forgiveness. 

Angels Turned Mortal

A Supernatural World Divided

The Angel Punk saga follows Mara Layil on a journey of discovery as she’s unwittingly thrust into a millennia-old struggle between supernatural dynasties. This hidden world of ancient wonders and dark secrets forces the orphaned teen to accept her own incredible power and confront her family’s mysterious past.  Awakened to the truth, Mara must choose sides. Hidden assassins, shattered oaths, exiled eternals and warring Nephilim all play a part in the greatest supernatural conflict of all time.

The most common question I get asked is this one: “Did they give you an outline to follow?”  The subtext is either (1) if I did get an outline, doesn’t that undermine me as a creative person and (2) if I didn’t get an outline, do I fight all the time with the rest of the team?

I’ll answer the question and then get to the point of this post.  When I took the gig, I read the movie and comic scripts as well as the in-depth legacy (background) document on the universe.  It was a crash course in the characters, the mythology, the socio-political structure, and the history of all things Angel Punk.  I did not get an outline for the novel.

In initial meetings, we decided that the inciting event for the action of the novel should be the climatic scene of the movie.  The action of the novel would begin where comic book issue #3 ends.  And the novel would end when…  (I can’t tell you that!)  That was the extent of my “outline.”  Yet the plot is constrained by all of the other properties.  My story must be consistent with and extend the stories in the movie and comics.

OK. Finally, I’m at the point of this post.  Constraints are a good thing.  Every good story operates within constraints.  A story without them is a shapeless mass of whatever you’ve dumped out of your subconscious mind.  In other words, NOT a story.  It’s true that writers invent worlds, but the worlds have to have rules that are consistent.

SETTING:

Every world has physical laws (gravity, planetary orbits, etc), environmental conditions (weather, habitat, inhabitants), and rules that govern how plants, animals, and people behave.  Your story occurs in a particular time, at a season, in a place.  These are good constraints and you have to stick with them.  One key is to balance the strange with the familiar.  There has to be enough that is familiar for us to relate to but also be unique.  This is true whether you’re writing sci-fi or about the Inuit.  I adore Garth Nix’s Abhorsen Trilogy, but the Keys to the Kingdom lost me because I never got grounded in the rules of the place.

CHARACTERS:

Realistic characters are constrained in their choices by their history and their personalities.  Plot occurs when characters make choices.  They have to do things that are consistent with “who they are.”  You might want your character to jump a freight train because you need the plot to move to another city, but if she is too short (or too shy) to reach up into an empty boxcar, she can’t do it.  Boom – you are constrained.

BACKSTORY:

We give our characters and our worlds histories.  Those histories must logically lead to the decisions characters make and to the structure of our worlds.  A war-torn people can not suddenly lay down arms.  You have to make me believe that is a logical outgrowth of the action.

The take-home message: your story is actually liberated by the constraints you place upon it.  Conflict is critical to a good story.  Placing characters inside of a system of constraints causes conflict.  The result is emotional truth.

Read Your Way to Great Writing

by Addie Boswell
Published on: September 13, 2011
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This just in: Portlanders read like fiends! For the ninth year in a row, Multnomah County Library patrons checked out and renewed more items than other city our size; only the New York Public Library circulates more books. This is probably one of the reasons I feel so at home here. People love books and they love to talk about books.

The Scrivas are no exception; just consider Sabina’s bookshelves (double parked stacks) or Liz’s library card (known to top 200 check-outs) to see how voracious we are. I suspect that all writers share this trait; for as author Richard Peck puts it, “You stand on the shoulders of every book you’ve ever read.” Another phrase I’ve heard repeatedly is, “You must read 100 books before you can write one.” I took this advice particularly when I started writing my first young adult novel, a genre I hadn’t touched since 1988 when I finished the last Sweet Valley High book. (YA has come a loooong way since then.)  Two years later, I’ve read 158 YA novels.

I know the number because I also started doing something new with my reading: recording what I thought. In my mini-notebooks, I jot down a grade for each book and what I liked/didn’t like. While I’m sure all the reading has improved my manuscript, the note-taking has given me a better handle on the market. (So when I write my query letters this month, I can cite books and authors that are comparable.) But just as importantly, I’ve rediscovered a lost love, and become such a convert to YA that I’ve nearly given up adult fiction altogether. Some mornings, I marvel at the sheer joy of this profession– a job that beguiles me to read all I want. (And soon after, I start to feel guilty and return to my computer.)

If you’re just entering the genre, here is a list of YA novels that people passed on to me and I fell in love with. (most fall in the gritty contemporary category for ages 14-up)

  • Graceling, Kristin Cashore
  • Speak, Fever, Chains, and everything else by Laurie Halse Anderson
  • Tallulah Falls, Christine Fletcher
  • 13 Reasons Why, Jay Asher
  • When You Reach Me, Rebecca Stead
  • The Book Thief, Fighting Ruben Wolfe, and everything else by Marcus Zusak
  • The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau Banks
  • Lost, Jacqueline Davies
  • Whale Talk, Chris Crutcher
  • How I Live Now, Meg Rosoff
  • The Adoration of Jenna Fox, Mary E. Pearson
  • Goose Girl and others by Shannon Hale
  • Nothing, Janne Teller
  • Revolver, Marcus Sedgewick
  • The Chocolate War, Robert Cormier
  • Ship Breaker, Paolo Bacigalupi
  • Dark Water, Alice McNeal,
  • Tomorrow, When the War Began, John Marsden
  • The Knife of Never Letting Go, Patrick Ness
  • Crank, Ellen Hopkins
  • Tales of the Madman Underground, John Barnes
  • Punkzilla, Adam Rapp
  • Chime, Franny Billingsley

Sharing Inspiration

by Nicole Marie Schreiber
Published on: September 8, 2011
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Being a member of Viva Scriva means sharing things with one another that help to inspire us, whether they be interesting blog posts, special speakers that we hear at a conference, articles that we read, books on the writer’s craft, etc…  This past week I actually watched something on the dreaded “T” word that helped inspire me to write.

What is the “T” word, you ask?  It’s the ultimate time suck, of course (besides the internet).

Television.

I don’t watch a ton of T.V., but I do like certain shows, and one of them is “America’s Got Talent.”  I enjoy rooting for my favorites, and sometimes I actually do go online and on the phone and vote for them.  I was saddened this week by the magician Landon Swank getting the boot, since I really enjoyed his performances and appreciated his artistry.  My husband is a magician, and I have acted as his assistant on numerous occasions, so I always appreciate watching a good magician.

My other favorite act this season is a dance troupe named “Silhouettes.”  They are a mixed –age group, the youngest being three-years-old, and mix dance with shadow play that looks almost like puppetry at times.  What I love most about the group is the way they tell a story with their dance.  This week’s performance was no different.  It is a story about believing in your dreams, with a boy struggling with his studies in the beginning of the act and then thinking about all he can accomplish if only he finish his schooling.

Though the craft of writing fiction is never mentioned or shown throughout the performance, I couldn’t help but think about my dream of being a full-time author while watching it.  I know what that boy feels like when he is struggling while sitting at his desk at the very beginning of the act.  I picture myself sitting there, struggling with a line of dialogue or how my main character should feel in a particular scene or what the best word would be for an action I am trying to convey.  Writing is HARD, and it’s easy to want to give up.  Heck, it would be SO easy to give up.  I would only need to close my laptop, stand up, and walk away to the infinite number of other things that beg for my attention at all hours of the day and night—cleaning, children, teaching, husbands, dogs, errands, and everything else in the world that needs me besides my writing.

But as the act progresses, and the audience sees how the boy can accomplish his dreams if he only keeps to his work, it makes me know that I too need to keep my bum in my chair and stick with it.    I too can be an author—if I work hard enough, long enough, keep on dreaming, and always, always BELIEVE.

I hope that all of you keep your belief in your dreams alive, too.

 

(Click here to see the video of the Silhouettes on YouTube. Enjoy!)

 

-Nicole Marie Schreiber

www.nicolemarieschreiber.com

http://nicolemarieschreiber.wordpress.com

 

 

 

Law School, Critique, and Creativity

by Ruth Tenzer Feldman
Published on: May 23, 2011
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case law

An eon ago in law school I studied the 1929 case of Hawkins v. McGee. Here’s the plot: Hawkins injures his hand and goes to Dr. McGee. McGee says he’ll fix that hand as good as new. He does a skin graft from Hawkins’s chest, resulting in the hairiest palm you ever did see. Hawkins is not a happy camper.

In class that day, my professor let me get nice and comfortable arguing for poor, hairy-palmed Hawkins. Then, bam! He forced me to defend Dr. McGee. Unfair! How could I make the case for such an unscrupulous quack?

Now I see how well my law professor would have fit into Viva Scriva. The Hawkins-McGee flip pushed my brain to get comfortable with the uncomfortable.

Discomfort puts our brains on alert. It can spark curiosity, if we are lucky—or fear, if we are not. Too much discomfort and we freeze. Too much comfort and we stagnate. The mental gymnastics of a Hawkins-McGee exercise helps us to find the right balance that keeps us moving. It’s a way to shake up the primordial soup that nourishes creativity and sustains a good story.

A critique group session works best for me when it travels into the discomfort zone and then assures me that I’ll somehow manage to turn my discomfort into a better manuscript. So my advice to you: Get comfortable with discomfort. Argue the other side. And watch out for skin grafts.

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