After the insanity of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge, we’re back on track this week with the 15 Minute Tweet Tales roundup returning their regularly scheduled Tuesdays. This post has two bonus tweet tales to accommodate the shift from Sunday back to Tuesday. Enjoy!
Last month I participated in my first Blogging from A to Z Challenge, and now it's time for the Reflections post - I have to say the experience was both awesome and awful. Much like NaNoWriMo (or giving birth so I’ve been told), I hated it while it was happening and swore I’d never do it again, but now I’m looking back on it with fondness and already looking forward to the next one.
Even though all the hosts and previous participants kept advising us to write our posts in advance, my bestest buddy Procrastination convinced me that was crazy talk because nightly adrenaline-fueled blogging sessions are the BEST! Turns out they just made me feel drained and resentful. By the end of week two, I really wanted to throw in the towel (and forever abandon my blog), but I’m a real stickler for finishing what I’ve started, so I kept slogging through. And now I feel such a fabulous sense of accomplishment, and I’m (mostly) proud of the posts I wrote. And since I’m still relatively new to this whole blogging thing, I learned a lot about what I liked to blog about and what other people like to read (unfortunately, not always the same thing).
Instead of one overall theme, I broke it down by days of the week: obscure Netflix movies on Monday, writing tips on Tuesday, a free-for-all on Wednesday that turned out to be mostly about my dogs, television on Thursday, short films on Friday, and I wrote very short stories on Saturday. My favorite days were the ones where I talked about movies and television, but the days I had the most blog traffic and comments were the writing tip days followed by dog post days.
Writing tips being the most popular posts really surprised me. I’d actually been avoiding those types of posts in the past because so many other writer-bloggers cover tips and advice on writing who are funnier/more insightful/have more clout than I do. The fact that people responded so positively to my writing tips posts has me considering writing more in the future.
I do have to mention I was a little disappointed about the “return on my investment.” I spent A LOT of time commenting on other participants’ blogs, and I’d say only about ten percent of those people ever visited mine in return. Since I’m such a goody-goody rule follower, I get frustrated when others don’t (even if it’s just common courtesy blogging guidelines). Plus, since I don’t use Blogger, I can’t have the Google Friend Connect widget on my site; and people don’t seem to follow blogs via email or RSS feeds (both these numbers only increased by a few over the month of April), so I didn’t gain a horde of new followers like I was hoping at the start of the month. Although both these things could be a commentary on my blog posts, so I’ll definitely be re-examining my posts to make sure I’m providing interesting and/or worthwhile content.
But even though I felt a bit bummed about the number of new visitors, I have to say quality without a doubt trumps quantity. I met some fantastic new folks over the month of April: wonderful blogs I discovered and now look forward to reading and people who found my blog and became regular and insightful commenters. So even though some nights had me moaning about writing a new post or sad that my numbers weren’t spiking, I am so happy I participated because otherwise I never would have crossed paths with these amazing people. They were so worth those bleary-eyes nights of trying to think of something to say!
I want to thank all the wonderful hosts of the challenge (especially Arlee Bird for thinking up such a tortuous and rewarding challenge) for all their hard work. And thank you to everyone who stopped by during April to read my babblings – it means a lot to me!
In other alphabet-related news, Jeri at JeriWB Writes gave me the ABC award. Since the ABC stands for “Awesome Blog Content,” I was extremely honored - thanks Jeri! Jeri blogs about writing, teaching, and even restaurants, so swing by and check out her blog. I’m supposed to use all 26 letters of the alphabet to say something about myself and then pass it on, but 1) these blog awards are one of the few times I actually do break the rules 2) the past month of abecedarian antics has me alphabet adverse, so I’m just going to suggest people read my A-Z posts since they reveal a lot about me.
One last piece of business before I sign off… Monday means it’s time for an update on my #writemotivation goals. I must shamefacedly admit I have made no actual progress on my WIP. However, I did have a lot of other stuff that needed to get done, which I have now completed, so hopefully with no other tasks to provide avenues of productive procrastination I will now be able to make some real progress.
Between the Blogging from A to Z challenge and temporarily moving my 15 Minute Tweet Tales roundup posts to Sunday, I just finished writing a blog post every day in April. For a procrastinating, occasional blogger like me, that’s HUGE. But now I kind of desperately want a blogging vacation. In fact, I was planning to stay away for at least a week. But today is the first day of the latest #writemotivation goal-check month, so I really needed to post my goals. It’s actually pretty simple this time because there is only one that matters:
FINISH THE REWRITE OF MY WIP!!!!
And when I say finish, I actually mean finally start the rewrite.
January was the first #writemotivation month, and it was so helpful for me to finally be accountable for my writing goals. In fact, because of all the encouragement I got from the group, I have kept up with some of my smaller goals like writing a tweet tale every day and posting on my blog once a week. However, I let some of the biggies get away from me.
I didn’t sign up for March #writemotivation month because I knew I had too much going on with movie stuff to be able to write, but I’m so glad May is a goal-check month because it’s time to get serious about this rewrite. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I said that last time too, but this time I really mean it (you can tell because I bolded, italicized, and underlined it). If you happened to visit my blog last Wednesday, you know a fire has been newly lit under my butt, and it’s time to stop dawdling.
I know I really should break this one goal into smaller weekly goals so it’s easier to gauge my progress and keep myself accountable. But since I need to add scenes and do some character brainstorming in addition to line-by-line polishing, I’m having trouble figuring out the best plan of attack. But I’m working on it.
I also realize if I want to do this rewrite right, it's lilkely I won't actually finish in a month. However, I won’t feel bad about that as long as I am making serious progress. But if I spend the first three weeks talking about rewriting and then start rewriting in a mad rush the last week, I will be very disappointed in myself.
So I’m looking forward to some #writemotivation cookies when I need some encouragement and some whip cracking when I’m being stupid. And I’m excited to cheer on everyone else. Here’s to a great month of meeting our writing goals!
Are you participating in #writemotivation? Any specific goals (writing or otherwise) for the month? How do you keep yourself writing when there are so many fun distractions?
Photo credit to Hugh Lee and licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.
We’ve finally made it to the last day of the Blogging from A to Z challenge! There were definitely days I wasn’t sure I was going to make it to the end, but I’ll save that for my reflections post next week. For now, it’s Movie Monday and the letter is Z, so you know what that means - zombies!! Which is kind of ironic considering I feel a bit like a zombie after a month of daily blogging.
I’ve always been a fan of zombie movies. Zombies may seem slow and bumbling, but their sheer numbers and determination make then pretty dang scary. Today’s Netflix Watch Instantly selection is called Zombie Apocalypse (in some listings there is a 2012 in the title). For my previous Monday Movie selections, I picked ones I’d never heard of until the Netflix ratings predictor assured me I was going to love it (and the ratings were always right). But in this case, Netflix tried to warn me off, saying, “Girl, you are NOT going to like this, turn back now, you could do so much more with this hour and a half, like trim your dog’s toenails.” Usually I listen to Auntie Netflix because her rating system really ‘gets’ me, but I had another reason for wanting to watch this particular zombie flick.
Two months ago, my short film Saying Goodbye was screened at the Beaufort International Film Festival. While there, we met a charming guy named Gary Weeks. He introduced himself as a screenwriter, but my sister thought he looked familiar, so we looked him up on IMDb. Turns out he’s also an actor who’s played several parts we remembered, including Fiona’s paramedic boyfriend from Burn Notice. We chatted with Gary several times over the course of the festival, and he was very nice; so since we are zombie fans, we decided to watch him in action as one of the main characters in Zombie Apocalypse despite Netflix’s dire prediction.
Well, the Netflix rating system enjoyed having another chance to say, “I told you so.” As much as I wanted to like it because of Gary, I was not a fan. I think Gary did a great job giving his character depth and pathos because I’m 99% sure none of that was actually on the page since the script was so bad. It was as blandly typical as a zombie movie gets - a random group of survivors trying to… survive. The dialog was cringe-worthy to the point I was embarrassed for all the actors who had to deliver the lines. And there were actually well-known actors involved in the project like Ving Rhames, Taryn Manning, Eddie Steeples (Crabman!), and Lesley-Ann Brandt (aka the gal who left the buzz-worthy show Spartacus to be in American movies. Oops!). I guess the producers spent their entire budget on hiring familiar faces because the zombie makeup and special effects were bargain basement terrible.
It wasn’t all bad. There were a few creative zombie kills, and the characters actually wore sports gear when wandering around to protect themselves from potential zombie bites (I don’t recall seeing that in previous zombie movies I’ve watched, but I’ve now added looting a sporting goods store to the top of my to-do list when the zombie apocalypse actually happens… ‘cause you know it’s coming!). Also, there was one character who got some funny one-liners, but I actually think it was more the actor’s delivery than the lines themselves. Annnd… that’s about it as far as bright spots.
So even though I thought Gary was a great guy, I can’t recommend this movie. But I will be checking out some of Gary’s other movies and following his career as both a filmmaker and an actor.
Have you seen Zombie Apocalypse? What did you think of it? Any really good zombie movie recommendations? How Zonked is Freya with her letter Z (just like I feel!)?
I can’t believe there is only one more letter left for the Blogging from A to Z challenge. April has FLOWN by. So this is the last time for the temporarily relocated 15 Minute Tweet Tales. I’ll skip posting them this Tuesday (since there will only be two new ones and I am more than ready for a blogging break!) and return to the regular Tweet Tales Tuesday schedule next week.
4/23 – Fascinated by the body, Jim plans to be a doctor ‘til he discovers he’s really the scion of a mass murderer & ?s his love of viscera.
4/24 – I recall the vespertine waltz of fireflies from my childhood. The lack of dancing lights in my yard means The Darkness is winning.
4/25 – She bought candles that smelled like cookies and grass. Her womb was permanently empty, but her house could still be redolent of kids.
4/26 – She stared at her husband’s carpaccio and the raw meat made her pregnant belly queasy. She smiled. “You’re right, it’s another girl.”
4/27 – Her nescience about a proper diet for dogs led 2 a pooch 2 pudgy 2 toddle, so she carried him everywhere, thriving on his adoration.
4/28 – Anger flared at his admission, so she left before she did something indefeasible like thrusting that whore’s stiletto into his heart.
4/29 – Every so often, Judge Sue revisited the quondam life that paid her way through law school. The gavel gave her and the johns a thrill.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales?
Here we are, almost at the end of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge! It’s Short Story Saturday and the letter Y, so my plan was to write a Young Adult short story. Since YA is my favorite genre, I thought it would be a snap. But I have to admit, I’m pretty drained at this point, and my muse is whimpering in a corner and refusing to cooperate.
I’ve been going through old files lately and ran across my first NaNoWriMo novel AKA my first novel ever. It has so many of the beginning writer mistakes in it that it makes me cringe. But in a way, isn’t that what good YA fiction is supposed to do? Make us cringe at those feelings of being a teen when we’re so uncertain about everything and what people think of us is the most important thing in the whole wide world?
So I decided for my YA post I’d use an excerpt from this first uncertain effort. It’s when the main character Yvonne runs into the four guys she’ll be hanging out with for the rest of the novel. She’s a super shy gal who loves horror movies (hmmm . . . now who could my first novel protagonist be based on, I wonder?), and talking to guys makes her an awkward mess:
I knew I had to get their attention at some point, but my stomach churned. I wanted to turn around and run home. I didn’t think I could do this. How was I supposed to talk to four guys? But I really wanted to see Murder Mansion and going with them was the only way. Besides, Hayden looked so yummy in his red plaid shirt, I’d never forgive myself for running like a chicken. I had to follow Sara’s advice.
I squeezed my nails into my palms and said, “Hi.” It came out a dry whisper that didn’t get their attention. I felt hopeless. I took a step backwards. I’d just go home before I made a fool of myself. I could see Murder Mansion some other time. No! I could do this. I would force myself to be foolishly brave like one of the heroines from my slasher flicks. I gathered up my courage to try again.
A voice said, “Hello.” I briefly thought I was having an out-of-body experience, since I hadn’t moved my lips yet. Then I realized it was Hayden’s voice. He’d finally noticed me! The other guys turned around to look at me. Rider glared while the other three stared in open curiosity. I didn’t know how to react, so I stood there stupidly as the blood rushed to my cheeks.
Jeff recovered first, “Hey, Yvonne, you look… really nice. What are you doing here?”
I looked at Rider. He hadn’t told them? “I, well, uh, I’m-”
Rider sighed with hurricane strength. “Sorry guys, I forgot to tell you. We’re babysitting Yvonne tonight. She doesn’t have real friends, so she’s tagging along with us.”
My cheeks were so hot with anger and embarrassment I could have fried eggs on them.
Jeff came to my rescue again, “That sounds like a good idea with those stories on the news. We’d be honored to be your bodyguards.”
Bodie gave a wolf whistle. “Yeah, I’d be happy to guard your body any day of the week.”
Startled, I rocked back a half step, but when I looked at him, he gave me a small wink. I swallowed hard.
Hayden’s forehead wrinkled. “Yvonne, Yvonne… do I know you from somewhere?”
Oh, God, Hayden was talking to me. I had to make myself respond. Just force the words out. “Uh, yes, um, classes, I mean, we have three, uh, classes together.”
Rider barked out a laugh. “Talk about not making an impression.”
I glared at him, but Hayden said, “Guess I should have been paying less attention to the teachers and more attention to the people around me. Glad to have you along, Yvonne.” When I peeked over at him, his whole face lit up with his beautiful smile. My stupid cheeks got hot again.
Who knows if I’ll ever return to this first novel to try and salvage it, but it’s fun to revisit it. Hope you enjoyed the excerpt!
Was your first novel a practice novel? Or have you done something more with it than hide it in a drawer/folder on your hard drive? How Yippy is Bailey with her letter Y?
I imagine today is the most dreaded day of the Blogging from A to Z challenge – the infamous letter X. There just aren’t that many words out there that start with X, and most of the ones that do are pretty strange: xenolith, xylograph, xanthic. If today were Willy-nilly Wednesday, I’d just grab one of these weirdos and start babbling about them. But it’s Film Friday, and since I couldn’t find a short film that started with X, I’m going to have to cheat a little (don’t judge, I’m sure lots of a-z bloggers got creative today!). So my “X word” is eXceptional, and today’s short film is Sebastian’s Voodoo, which definitely lives up to that description. It’s only four and a half minutes long, so if you haven’t seen it yet, give it a watch:
On the menu for today’s Television Thursday for the letter W is the show White Collar. It is one of those dramedies that USA does so well and lives up to their slogan of “Characters Welcome.” Neal Caffrey (Matt Bomer) is a con man/art thief/forger who is caught by FBI agent Peter Burke (Tim DeKay) and agrees to use his expertise to catch other criminals in exchange for limited freedom. It is mostly a light show with lots of fun moments, but it delves into some pretty angsty stuff on occasion, too, so it’s a good mix.
I could tell you about the slick plans Neal comes up with to help the team catch the criminal of the week. I could tell you about the quirky and witty criminal sidekick Mozzie. I could tell you about the refreshingly angst-free and supportive marriage Peter has with his wife (Tiffani Thiessen from Saved by the Bell, y’all!). I could tell you about Jones and Diana, the other two members of the FBI team who always turn their small screen time into entertaining moments. I could also tell you about the epic bromance between Neal and Peter – two men who genuinely respect and care for each other, but often find themselves on opposite sides of the line. But I think I’ll let this do all the talking:
Seriously, I don’t think there’s a better looking man on television (although Jensen Ackles runs a close second). He’s almost too beautiful to be believed. I look into those blue eyes and I just… wait, I’m sorry, where was I? Oh, and he’s really a fantastic actor, too. Matt and Tim both give their characters a lot more depth than the writing warrants. The show has taken some missteps this past season, but these two guys always keep me watching. Especially, Matt. I mean, look at that face – how can you not watch his show?
Do you watch White Collar? Would you want to be part of one of Neal’s cons? How Wonderful is Molly with her W?
On this Willy-nilly Wednesday for the letter V, I had a completely different post planned for today. But then yesterday happened – pretty much the worst day so far in my life as a writer. Yesterday was the day Amazon announced the people moving on to the semi-finals of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award (ABNA). This is my fourth year with this contest, and if you’re interested, you can read about my previous experiences here and here. Since this is the exact same version of the novel that got me booted at this point two years ago, I was disappointed, but not at all surprised when my name was not listed among the semi-finalists.
The real shocker came a few hours later when we got our Publishers Weekly reviews. Mine was devastating. Two years ago, I got a glowing PW review. It was so positive I actually went back and double-checked to make sure my name wasn’t on the semi-final list. It only had one minor negative thing to say, and I completely agreed with the reviewer that it was a weakness. This year was the exact opposite. The reviewer shredded my novel. There was only one slightly positive thing, “To be fair, some of it is actually funny, though…” followed by more brutalization of my story and main character. I know this business is extremely subjective, but it’s hard to believe these two people read the exact same manuscript.
My body actually went cold as I read it. I sat there a few minutes in shock unable to move. Then I read it again, thinking it was one of those things where my mind interpreted it as much worse than it actually was. Nope, it was terrible. I actually held up pretty well for about ten minutes. Then I decided to email the review to my family members, and as I pressed send, I completely fell apart.
I enter a lot of contests where feedback is part of the package, so it’s not like all I’ve ever heard are reviews from loved ones telling me my writing is so wonderful rainbow-colored butterflies fly out of my butt. I’ve had critiques that made me nod my head in agreement about my missteps, I’ve had critiques that made me defensive, I’ve had critiques where I thought the reviewer was an idiot, I’ve had critiques that opened my eyes to new ways of looking at my writing. I’ve never before had a critique that made me cry. Until now. And not just teary eyes. Full on ugly crying. It’s been hours since it happened, but I’m still tearing up as I write this post.
I thought about pasting the review here, but 1. It gives away plot points that are spoilers. 2. I never posted my positive one from two years ago either: since neither one will be based on the final version I submit to agents/editors, I don’t think I want them floating around on the interwebs. 3. It still hurts too much.
But having a supportive family is awesome. Here’s what my dad sent back to me after he read it: “Well, what F*ck Knuckle wrote that piece of sh*t” except he didn’t use asterisks (although he did use bold plus a giant font for the... uh, important words). My mom wrote back, “What an A-hole.” But she doesn’t curse, so she did use the dash. My brother and sister were similarly supportive about not letting one person get to me. And I know they’re right - it’s part of the business, and a thick skin is required.
However, this guy wasn’t constructive in his review, he was just mean. It was like he fancied himself the Simon Cowell of novels. But there was just enough in his pithy insults that resonated with the feedback I’ve gotten from some awesome critique partners (who have been honest, yet supportive – you know who you are, and I adore you!) that made it all the more devastating. If his comments had been off the wall, I could have easily dismissed him, but there were enough nuggets of truth in the review to jab straight at the heart of my writerly ego. I’ve felt vulnerable and emotional all day, and a big part of me wants to curl into a ball and never write again. It’s hard and it hurts.
But then there’s the part of me that’s vexed that I’ve let this one person have this much power over me. So what if this one guy didn’t get it? Plenty of other people have and loved it. And I know there are weaknesses, but I’m planning to fix them. And now, I’m feeling the life come back to me. I’ve needed to do this rewrite since I got to this point with ABNA two years ago. I have a few really exciting opportunities I might miss if I don’t get on the ball. And yet, I’ve still been procrastinating. But this one negative, hurtful person has lit a fire under me in a way none of the other positive possibilities have done so far. I won’t let him be right. I won’t let him win.
I am reVitalized.
How do you deal with mean-spirited feedback, especially when it has a ring of truth? Any advice as I prepare to get back up on the horse? How Vivacious is Lily with her letter V?
Today’s writing tip courtesy of the letter U is unnecessary words. We should always strive to make our writing as tight as possible. It creates dynamic sentences that help the reader become immersed in the story rather than focused on the words telling the story. I regularly participate in a flash fiction contest where the stories have to be less than 1000 words, and I always aim to make my first draft at least 300 words over the limit. During the revision process, I then have to find a way to cut those extra words and end up crafting stronger sentences because of it.
There are lots of ways to create more concise, zippier sentences, but an easy cut is filler words like: very, really, just, and that. They are almost always unnecessary and lazily lounge on the page adding nothing to the meaning of the sentence. I don’t usually have an issue with very or really, but I do tend to overuse that, and my personal kryptonite is just.
An editor at a conference first pointed out my just issue to me, so I did a Ctrl+F on my novel and was horrified to find at least one just on every page. Some pages had more than ten! I just don’t know why because it just seems odd, but I just love just. And knowing about my problem doesn’t make me use it less. I’ll write a quick email and be absolutely certain it is just free only to discover five justs sitting there like weeds in my sentences. So I now use Ctrl+F as my trusty weed detector with everything I write and go through yanking those suckers out by the roots.
I just want to let you know that I’m going to the library.
I want to let you know I’m going to the library.
Now neither sentence is spectacular, but you can see how removing the empty words just and that doesn’t change the meaning of the sentence at all and makes it less wordy and easier to read.
In some instances the use of these unnecessary words is justified, so when you come across a sentence with one of them, read it both with and without the word. If the meaning doesn’t change, yank it outta there!
Do any of the unnecessary words plague you? Do you try to keep them out while writing first drafts or remove them later? How Upside-down is Freya with her U?
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I’m a writer and filmmaker exploring the magic of stories. I’ve always loved to read and watch television and movies, and now I'm creating my own stories via YA novels, short stories, screenplays, and even short films. I’m also an animal lover with a menagerie of pets; and, yes, I’m one of those people who puts party hats on their dogs and makes them “cakes” for their birthdays.
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