Friday, July 31, 2009

Up Coming author Interview


Deborah Vogts author of Snow Melts in Spring

This coming Monday I will be posting an interview with author. Deborah Vogts. Her debut novel Snow Melts in Spring was released by Zondervan in June 2009 and is the first in a series of four novels that will make up the Seasons of the Tallgrass.

In her interview Deborah shares her insights as writer and talks about pitfalls and encouragements along the path to publishing.


"Deborah Vogts knows her horses; and she knows the human heart. In Snow Melts in Spring we’re introduced to a new, warm and discerning author’s voice unveiled by the landscape of Kansas and of the hills and valleys of wounded souls. I kept turning pages late into the night and anxiously await the next book in the Seasons of the Tallgrass series. I hope you will too." - Jane Kirkpatrick, award-winning author of A Flickering Light.

Check back on Monday for the full interview.

Enjoy the weekend all. Hope your Friday pans out better than mine. The contract that Matt and I had on our very first house, one I happened to love more than I probably should have, appears to have fallen through. We won't hear definitively until Monday, but all reports lead us to believe that we have picked the worse possible time in history to try to convince banks and insurers that our small business can cover a home loan. What can you do, hey?

I'm off to lick my wounds...

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Blog Award #2


A huge thanks to Liberty from 'Word Wanderings' for my second blog award. I post a bit about me on this blog, but I haven't really posted much about my first book. Some of you might have read the post I wrote on how that memoir came to be. But I have many other concerns about the delicate art of writing what could be termed a 'misery memoir'. So here are ten honest thoughts, questions and worries about my life in the process of writing my memoir.
  1. Does it matter? I mean does it really matter to anyone other than me that I have written a memoir about my abusive childhood and coming to terms with that pain? I constantly battle with the thought that maybe memoirs are only relevant to their authors. Deep down I don't believe that, but still... the thoughts are there.
  2. My memoir is non-conventional. I created a metaphorical character that I named Beast who I used to confront and deal with the pain. The book an interwoven story between the struggles of the inner world of these 'characters' and my life in the 'real world' above. I sometimes worry that my work doesn't fit 'type' well. How non-conventional can a memoir be and still have a chance at publication?
  3. Obviously the work is non-fiction. I worry about not being believed. I worry that my parents might try to sue me. I worry about my father's reactions. I worry about libel and vetting the manuscript and well, I just worry...
  4. I am brave enough to stand behind my words, but I feel for my mother who may not be. Even though at the moment she is in full support of my writing.
  5. It is not a pretty read. Is there room enough in this world for another 'heavy' read? Will it shed light or just lift the lid on more shadows? I am hoping for 'shedding light' but there may also be a place for 'shadow shifting.'
  6. Is there a publisher out there with the 'balls' to publish it? Is there an agent who would champion such raw and intense writing? There are strong Christian themes and not always favourable view points about God and the Church. The book has the potential to ruffle feathers. Actually, I rather enjoy feather ruffling...
  7. How do you even go about querying a memoir? My understanding is that you query it like a novel. Yet it is nothing like a novel in many ways. And in other ways it is exactly like one. This is a HUGE learning curve for me.
  8. Do I write a synopsis or a book proposal or both? Memoirs seem to fall into the large crack between novels and self-help books. It's not a book of facts and figures and I don't offer any ten step plans. Just the chance to see how someone else travelled the road out from hell and hurting. Really, it's a story. It just happens to be a true one.
  9. My memoir is currently in a massive competition. And frankly, I think it would be an act of God if it even came close to being short-listed. I think the work may have gone out too unrefined and a bit early. But it's out there. I have a couple of big fans of my writing. My editor and my counsellor, but I am interested to see how it fairs in the world beyond them.
  10. I am anything but precious about my writing. My counsellor has a copy of the manuscript and has (with my permission) shared the work with others. I find their heart felt praise hard to accept. I deal better with criticism. I know, I know!
I am passing this award along and challenge the following amazing blog authors to share their own honest insights about whatever the heck they feel insightful about :)
Wendy from 'On Words and Upwards' (here's to reaching 'upwards.')
Melody from 'Newly Minted Mrs.' (remember being 'newly minted'?!)
Gary Corby from 'A Dead Man fell from the Sky' (very cool title)
Sherrinda from 'A Wanna Be Writer.' (I wanna be too)
T. Anne from 'White Platonic Dreams.' (wish my dreams were white)
There are so many other amazing authors and inspiring writers I follow, but you all have this award!
I look forward to hearing the honesty others have to share. And if you happen to be a writer who has written your own memoir or know of someone who has, I'd love to hear from you.

That's it for me and 'list posts' for a while. Sorry, I know I have been flogging them a bit lately.
Check back for an upcoming author interview. I will post details tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Before I was a writer...


Before I was a writer I never pretended to eat the dog. Um...... maybe I did. Writing can't be blamed for all my craziness. Can it?! Here's a random list of other things that may or may not have happened before I was a writer.
Before I was a writer....
  1. I burnt dinner for all sorts of reasons. But never because there was an amazing scene in my head just begging to be typed.
  2. notebooks were for writing shopping listings and reminders. We had one. Two at the most and they lived on the kitchen bench. Now we have... oh, a million. And they are hiding in every nook and cranny.
  3. Feelings welled up inside me and had nowhere to productive the vent. Journalling is great, but creating a whole world of characters that are held captive in my head and are forced to deal with whatever crap I want to throw at them is pure bliss.
  4. I had a job that paid.
  5. Something gnawed at the back of my mind. Like there was something I had forgotten to do or someone I forgot I wanted to be.
  6. I thought punctuation and grammar were for the weak. Now I appreicate my weakness with punctuation and grammar AND I try my level best to get it right. I'm still trying... I have an editor now. God knows I need one! Thank you, my wonderful sister-in-law.
  7. There was a waste land in my life begging to be filled with words. I breathed, but it was very shallow.
  8. My family were never sure where to find me. Now it's a sure bet that I'll be in front of the computer.
  9. We didn't run out of coffee cups because they were languishing on every possible surface in my office.
  10. My abusive childhood had no way to be seen. My pain had no words and my memories no safe place to express themselves.
Was there life before writing? Hmmm....

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Book Cover? What Book Cover?

Okay, I know I am a long way from needing to care about book covers, but I heard this story recently and it kinda freaks me out.
My husband, Matt, got home last night after work, in full story telling mode (as he usually is) with a tale about some poor author's book. And after listening I want to track down the publishing house and commit random acts of violence. Or at least ask some questions...

Get this.
Yesterday Matt got a phone call from a guy he knows who owns a printing press. Matt runs his own exhibit design company and usually deals with trade show and exhibit industry people. But this guy, let's call him Rob, wanted to know if Matt could design the front cover for a book that they have been asked to print. Matt was a bit surprised, as that isn't the kind of work he usually does, and wanted to know why the printing press was responsible for book cover design anyway. Isn't that like asking the printers to just finish off the story if they wouldn't mind because the writer didn't have time to type the ending?

Matt's understanding (and mine as well) was that publishing houses handle the cover design for their books. We naively thought they had whole departments devoted to art work and would NEVER lump something as important as a front cover on the little printing press at the end of the process. But Rob assured Matt that this sort of thing has happened before. Apparently books come through from publishing houses without the art work for the front cover ALL THE TIME! These publishing houses were happy to leave front cover design up to 'whatever the printer thought was best.'
SERIOUSLY???

I thought this was a tale of 'self-publishing gone wrong.' And I made a flippant comment about things that can happen if you go through small vanity publishers. I imagined some 'in-it-for-the-money-only' self publishing facility taking an author's work and throwing it at the printers without caring about the front cover.
BUT, and here's the scary part that freaked me out, apparently this is not a tale of self-publishing gone wrong. Rob's printing press is asked to print books by traditional publishing houses!
REALLY?

I just don't get that. How does this work in the publisher's favour? Print up a book with what ever the hell cover and expect it to sell??? Okay, the printing press is asked to send a mock up of the design to the author for approval, but how many author's have a clue about graphic design?
I hope this is NOT how we usually produce books Down Under.

Matt asked who usually does the art work for the book covers, being that this is the first time his company has been asked to do one. And Rob, bless his heart, said that him and his secretary usually put something together.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?

I am sorry. Maybe I just don't know anything about the publishing industry. Maybe authors are expected to have greater input in their cover design here in Australia. But doesn't this sound just a bit...... wrong?
I know we shouldn't judge a books by its cover, but honestly, a decent bit of art work on front at least honors the work behind the cardboard wrap. Some unsuspecting author out there quite possibly spent a couple of years pouring over their work, to finally have it sold to a publishing house and then get it printed with.... what? A cover designed by secretary and a printing press owner?
I am astounded.

Maybe I need an education. Maybe someone out there has some actual experience with this and can shed some light.
I am hopeful that this is the exception to the rule and the work of some shoddy publishing company and NOT the norm. Surely the printing press shouldn't have to ferret around for an artist/graphic designer to produce the book covers?

Matt sent his artwork through to the author tonight. I happen to think it's brilliant, but I could be biased. I know this is not the printing company's fault, but surely no author wants some secretary or printing press owner to have a hack at their book cover!

I don't know... just makes me want to go put my boxing gloves on.
What do you think? Has anyone else ever heard of this sort of thing going on in the world of publishing?
I must say though, it would explain a few of the front covers I have seen recently...
Not Matt's of course!
My husband's married to a writer so he asked to read about the book before completing the art work... and I think the end product is awesome. But MAN... SERIOUSLY???

Oh and here's a shameless plug for my man. You can check out what he usually does when he's not designing book covers for random authors :)
Here's his website. www.zaeya.com/

Monday, July 27, 2009

Writing Blabber- Happy?


"Mediocrity is the best camouflage known to man." Bryce Courtenay
As a teacher I heard a lot of parents tell me that all they wanted for their children was for them to be happy. And I applaud them. Really. After all, what I want for myself is happiness. Writing makes me happy, water skiing makes me happy, boxing makes me happy, running makes me happy, being with my family makes me happy... but I am wondering if that is enough?
Happiness is a wonderful thing, I could use a bottle of it tucked in my back pocket some days just so I could take a swig every now and then, but ultimately what's going to make me happy is being more than a walking smile. I want to be the best I am able to be under the might hand of God. I am not shooting for 'middle of the road' or 'enough to get by in life.' I want more. I ache for more.
I want to know that I did everything I could with the strengths and weakness I found in my life. Maybe that's a bit of the perfectionist coming out in me, and I am sure I could do with letting up on myself occasionally, especially when I really am doing all I can. But I don't want to fall in a rut. Easy Street has lots of hidden heartbreaks. Not in the least the real big one 'regret'. What if? I wonder? I want to minimise regret in my life.
I think those writers that 'made it' had to make a decision somewhere along the way, that whether they got published or not they were going to keep writing and perfecting their craft for as long as they were going to call themselves serious writers. I don't think being published is the mark of success. I think knowing you are giving your writing your utmost and following your heart is a better bench mark. I think that's a pretty damned good bench mark for most things in life.
Every time I put a word on a page I risk failing, but I am hopeful that the person I am underneath my words eventually shines through to be all she can be.
Now that WOULD make me happy!


Thursday, July 23, 2009

Lost in English Translation


I don't know... I can't think straight today. I got in at some ungodly hour of the morning, actually it was only 1 am and I do remember, not that long ago, that 1 am was the start of many a great night out. I went to PINK's concert last night. UNREAL! UNREAL! UNREAL! I will come down from Planet Unreal at some point today, but seriously, what an amazing show. You just gotta admire a girl that can swing sixty odd feet in the air, hanging by one leg, and still manage to belt out her songs!

Okay, all that has absolutely nothing to do with today's post. Except that hearing Pink's accent last night did start me wishing that we were back in the USA. I sometimes find myself watching American sitcoms just to hear that accent. How is it possible to love two countries with equal passion? My eldest son was born there, so the USA will always have a special place in my heart. We lived in Denver for almost three years, working and traveling around, and I am blessed to have some amazing friends living there.

But, and here's what I wanted to post on today, I learnt that English is not always English. At the time we had just moved from Hong Kong, where we had more than a few communication frustrations, and I was breathing a sigh of relief upon arriving in the US. I wouldn't have to request an English speaker when going shopping or use sign language to direct a taxi driver. And I wouldn't have to barter in my broken Cantonese at the wet markets. I am Australian, they are American, but we all speak English... right?

But I was wrong. Often, very wrong. Okay, not about the wet markets, but I quickly learnt that our car had a trunk and not a boot, a hood and not a bonnet. A lovely Mexican working in KFC taught me that a biscuit is not a sweet food, but a dough like thing that went well with chicken. The word I was looking for was cookie. A lady in the LAX airport introduced me to the phrase, "Sit your fanny down!" while screaming at her runaway kids. The word 'fanny' has quite a different meaning over here. Let's just say that you wouldn't yell for your kids to sit down on it.
And my own mother (who came to visit) reinforced the concept that Australians and Americans are referring to very different items of clothing when they say the word 'thong'. I never could return to footwear department of Target after my mother yelled across the store, 'Gosh Tab, aren't these thongs just adorable!" "Flip flops, Mum. They are flip flops!"

And some of this vocabulary made it's way back to Australia with me when I returned. I still go searching all over the house yelling, um, asking, "Where's my damn cell phone?" when the term we use here is mobile. I still pack a diaper bag for my son, even though my mother loves to correct me. "It's a nappy bag, Tabitha! A N-A-P-P-Y B-A-G!"
Yeah, yeah.
I'm just grateful my son never had a pacifier. I would never hear the end of that one.
"A D-U-M-M-Y, Tabitha. It's a dummy!"
So, some words can not be escaped from, even though my accent has now washed and I can once again say 'G'day mate' without raising an eyebrow from my fellow Aussies. Actually, no one here says G'day mate, do they? Nor do we chuck another 'sanga' on the barbie. Although we definitely have BBQ's and heaps of sausages... now I'm hungry.
My point to all this? Nothing really. Just missin' the USA and wishing I could hitch a lift back to my other home with PINK.
So here's to PINK and all the Americans I love. You know who you are! :)
Oh, and I promise to get back to writing about books, bubs and... writing first thing next post. Promise!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

What's Behind the Writer?


Okay, I've had this blog for about a month and a half now and initially I wasn't sure I'd get any readers, but it seems I have a few. So, I thought I'd tell ya a bit more about the woman behind this blog.
Ten things about Tab.
  1. I adore Chihuahua's. Really. I know, they are squeaky dogs as opposed to real ones that bark, but I like them. Especially mine. Oh, and I named her Lion. Perfect. Don't ya think?
  2. I lived in Hong Kong for two years and taught at an international school there. They were my first two years as a teacher. I am not sure what I was thinking, or why the school hired me. But they did! I made sure I had all the fun that was to be had.
  3. I call Australia home. For now. Some days my feet still the itch to move... we'll see.
  4. I write. Non-fiction mostly. My first book, a memoir, is in the editing stage. I also write for magazines. Again, mostly non-fiction.
  5. At this moment I am telling my son to stop eating the pens. He is my youngest. My other science experiment is at school. Joking! I love my boys.
  6. I know my husband loves me. Important. Very important. The world can be very cold sometimes.
  7. I am obsessed with butterflies. I think they stand for hope, freedom and new beginnings. I have three tattoos. All of them are of butterflies. I got the first one ten years ago when I married my husband. It is a small blue one on my ankle with his name underneath. The other two are in honor of my boys with their names underneath.
  8. I have spent two weeks in the Maldives. I hope to get back there at least once more in this life time.
  9. I am going to Pink's concert tonight. Her music is another of my little obsessions.
  10. I box. Yeah, the real deal, in the ring with gloves on type stuff. I love it. I also love to run. Probably a good combination :)
  11. Okay, I know I said ten things about Tab, but this one can't be left off the list. I am a Christian. God and I know each other. We have been through some tough stuff together and He has proved Himself to be exactly who He says He is. A VERY big God with massive shoulders that can carry me and all my mess. I love Him. But I know He loved me first.
What about you? What would other's say about you?


Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Writing Blabberings -The Games We Play with Words


Meaning is in the eye of the beholder.
I love words, I always have. I make it my personal endeavour to find creative uses for as many of them as I can. And I thought my word choices were imaginative... until I had children. Then I realised that I am a mere dwarf among the true giants of this language game.
My two year old has me beat hands down. He not only appropriates whatever word he feels inclined to use in the place of words that we might ordinarily choose, he also invents his own words.
Googies are blankets. Big Daddas are tractors. Heblicobta's are, no, not helicopter's, they are planes and some times birds. Butterflies are ants or really anything that creeps on the ground and moos are anything from horses to pigs. Interestingly, moos are never cows.

See, he is not restricted by all the language rules we adults rave on about and beat our heads in trying to follow. He just lets the words flow.
And while I am not advocating that we all start re-inventing the English language (although someone clearly needs to overhaul the English spelling system), I do think I write better when I stop trying to search for the 'correct' word and start fleshing out images in my head with normal words used in unexpected ways.

I love the quote by 'Pegleg3941' in the comments section on KM Weiland's blog.
"Forcing people to see common thoughts in uncommon ways is a lot of fun. The tough part is making people enjoy the times you play with their heads."

I couldn't agree more. And, yeah, I must admit I don't always enjoy the trip around the mountain we have to take to deceiver the meanings behind some of the words my toddler uses. Oh, he understand what he said alright. What the heck is Mummy's problem? He asked for a 'flocwif' ten minutes ago and still hasn't got what he ordered! I'm left madly searching through the fridge where he is pointing and stomping his pudgy legs crying, "flocwif!"
So, I guess all writers take the risk that their unconventional word pictures do in fact convey the image intended and not just a general angst whilst sending people on, um, searches through their fridge???

Oh, and by the way, a 'flocwif' is a sandwich. Just in case you ever find yourself looking for one.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Author Interview-K.M.Weiland PART 2


Welcome back! As promised, here is Part 2 of my interview with author K.M.Weiland. She writes historically based fiction with a great deal of heart. If you missed Part 1 please check it out here. Otherwise, let's dive straight in...
Briefly, how would you describe your book ‘A Man Called Outlaw’?
Outlaw takes place during the land wars that rocked the Wyoming Territory in the mid and late 19th century. It’s the story of two men, in two different generations, who are faced with balancing the choice between doing what’s right and sacrificing everything that’s dear in their lives. Having grown up steeped in the legends of western films, I supposed I was destined to write at least one story set in the Old West. Plus, I’ve always been deeply moved by the thematic elements of doing what’s right even when it hurts. In Outlaw, I got to explore both.
Were there any characters in this story that you especially related too?
Ultimately, they’re all my characters, so in a sense, they’re all me. None of them are in any way based on myself, but the mysterious gunslinger Micah Russell and the grumpy Frenchman Émile Conseiller both have a particularly special place in my heart.
Where did your initial idea for writing this book come from?
Years ago, a friend of my father’s had written a western-style ballad called “Outlaw Canyon.” It was a story just begging to be told. I filed it away in the back of my mind and didn’t think much of it for several years, until one day I realized that the characters I had been working on in another story would fit perfectly into the “Outlaw Canyon” setting.
When writing, do you ever reach a point in the book when you doubt yourself as a writer, or the plot or characters? How do you push past that?
“I reach that point in every book I write! The first fifty pages or so, in particular, are always harrowing. I’m an extensive outliner and usually spend months preparing for a story, but when I actually sit down to write the opening lines, I inevitably freeze. I find myself wondering how in heaven’s name I ever finished a single short story, much less seven novels. Undoubtedly, they were all flukes. Whatever talent I had up and evaporated in the intervening time since I typed “the end” in my last novel. I’m just one big phony! But I keep writing—and pounding my head on the keyboard—and eating lots of chocolate. Eventually, the words come, the story finds its rhythm, and everything starts falling into place. After Outlaw, I started keeping a daily journal about my writing experiences; it’s incredibly comforting to be able to look back at my progress in other projects and see the reassurance that I have gotten through those tough patches before.”
When writing, do you ever reach a point in the book when you doubt yourself as a writer, or the plot or characters? How do you push past that?
I reach that point in every book I write! The first fifty pages or so, in particular, are always harrowing. I’m an extensive outliner and usually spend months preparing for a story, but when I actually sit down to write the opening lines, I inevitably freeze. I find myself wondering how in heaven’s name I ever finished a single short story, much less seven novels. Undoubtedly, they were all flukes. Whatever talent I had up and evaporated in the intervening time since I typed “the end” in my last novel. I’m just one big phony! But I keep writing—and pounding my head on the keyboard—and eating lots of chocolate. Eventually, the words come, the story finds its rhythm, and everything starts falling into place. After Outlaw, I started keeping a daily journal about my writing experiences; it’s incredibly comforting to be able to look back at my progress in other projects and see the reassurance that I have gotten through those tough patches before.
How do you know when a book is finished and ready to be sent to a publisher?
Inevitably, I never see a project clearly until I finish the next project. So after “finishing” a book, I let it sit for a while, revising it off and on, as I’m working on my next project. Generally, it takes me about two years to write a book. Not until that second book is finished am I objective enough to go back to the first one and decide that it’s ready to see print. I refuse to hurry that process. Margaret Atwood said that you don’t always know when a story is ready, but you always know when it’s not ready. I believe that firmly, and I won’t compromise the integrity of a project by hurrying it.
Have you ever faced any setbacks in reaching your goals as a writer?
I hit the same speed bumps as anybody: where you’re burned out, where everything you write for a period of time stinks, where you’re devastated by harsh criticism. But nothing I would really call a “setback.”
What is your latest work in progress?
The Deepest Breath. I just started sketching it earlier this week, so it’s still in a very formative stage. What I do know is that in takes place in early 20th-century Kenya, London, and probably France, and features secret agents, vigilantes, a romantic triangle, and the overwhelming power of sacrificial love.”
Lastly, any advice for writers?
Don’t write unless you have to; writing isn’t worth it unless it’s an undeniable passion. But if you’re blessed enough to suffer that passion, embrace it wholeheartedly. Read like crazy; write like crazy. Don’t be afraid to take risks; don’t be afraid to break the rules—once you know them. And, especially in the uncertain days of publishing in which we live, don’t allow your worth as a writer to be defined by whether or not you’ve been published. If your words never touch more than a single life, you can still count yourself a successful writer.
Once again, thank you Katie. I don't know about you but I feel like writing!
Please check out Katie's blog at http://wordplay-kmweiland.blogspot.com/ and her website www.kmweiland.com
A Man called Outlaw is available at www.amazon.com
I hope you enjoyed that as much as me. If you did, please let Katie know. You can comment on her blog or post your thoughts in the comments below. Thanks!

Friday, July 17, 2009

Tab's Non-Fiction Pick: Today I'm Alice by Alice Jamieson

Today I'm Alice is the debut novel for author Alice Jameison, and to be honest this is an incredibly difficult book to review. This is not the kind of book that everyone will be able to read, nor do I think that everyone should attempt to read it. Jameison has written, in collaboration with Clifford Thurlow, a gut level, brutally raw memoir of childhood sexual abuse detailing her later diagnosis of Multiple Personality Disorder, or Dissociative Identity Disorder and her struggles to maintain some sense of 'living'.

In her book Alice identifies somewhere between 9 and as many as 30 separate personalities; her 'alters' as she refers to them, who occupy space within her mind. There is 10-year-old JJ, six-year-old Samuel who simply wants to curl up and cry, the confident but traumatised 14-year-old Shirley, and violent and self-harming Kato, aged 16 to name a few. Each present with their own mannerisms, voices and distinct quirks and personalities, and each speak through Alice at different times, for varying reasons.

In the foreword of the book Alice says, "All through my childhood I suffered sexual, physical and emotional abuse. I told no one. This book describes how I developed 'mechanisms' to cope with the abuse as a child and how as an adult, I have struggled to lead a normal life through periods of psychosis, mental breakdowns, drug addiction and self-harm. I make no apologies for the uncompromising language and the blunt truths that need to be told."

“Throughout my childhood I developed different persona's. Each persona compartmentalised a section of the abuse, until it was time to create another personality to help with another aspect.”

Alice would often find herself in unfamiliar surrounds having no idea where she was or how she got there. She would 'lose time' and then discover random items like Lego – the favoured plaything of “alter” five-year-old Billy – with no recollection of how the toys came to be in her possession or why she had them.

Alice's childhood appeared to have all the trappings of a middle class British upbringing, but behind closed doors the unimaginable was occurring.

To be honest, I'm not going to recommend the book. I also not going to say you shouldn't read it. I think stories such as Alice's are incredibly important and necessary. I admire the her will and determination in trying to carve out any sort of existence at all. The truth is there is a lot of ugliness in this world. But for those who are victims of abuse, damaged and possibly isolated, such books may provide a starting point for dealing with their own pain. For those blessed with amazing families and supportive friends, the book may serve to open minds, debunk myths and illuminate some of the shame that still surrounds mental illness.

Alice Jamieson is now a marathon runner, qualified gym instructor and is about to undertake further studies to complete her PhD in the field of self-harm and dissociation at the University of Birmingham.

Although Today I'm Alice is not a comfortable read by any means, it is a vitally important book with a compelling story that should indeed be told.



Thursday, July 16, 2009

Writing Buddy.

Husband 'Thrilled' about Dog in his Back Pocket.

Just thought I'd introduce my tiny, but long suffering writing buddy. When I was really hacking through some tough stuff last year I bought this little bag of bones that I comically refer to as 'Lion'. See how happy Matt is about my dog in his back pocket! We all know she is far from a dog let alone a lion, but I wanted the first laugh. Yes, I know she is the dog you have when you are not having a dog, but I adore her. She sits patiently curled up at my feet or wedged behind my back as I write. We have seen more than one dawn together, quiet a few midnights and she never complains about my incessant need to play with her ears.

She has no tail, no idea that other dogs are not scared of her and no sense of the fact that my husband refuses to admit that he loves her. The best part about Lion is that she's all mine. I love that 'tiny furry' at my feet. She makes the hours I spend writing seem a lot less lonely. And, yeah, sometimes writing can be lonely.
Of course she's not just a writing buddy. She also holds her own as a 'sleep-in' buddy and a 'feed-me- your cake' mate. Every night my husband drags her out from beneath our blankets to put her in her own little bed. Every night she looks forlornly in my direction.
She has been known to tear up innocent socks and beat up unsuspecting toys. The toilet roll is not safe either. But she is very skilled at licking away tears and knows just when to stay close by me. I wonder what I ever did without her!
So, there you have it. My writing buddy and companion, Lion.
The dog that wasn't!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Burn Within

How do  you know?
How do you know when you have found the 'stuff' you want to write about? I have been asking myself that question a lot lately. I don't necessarily mean the genre, but I guess that could be apart of it. I guess I want to know what it is that tells you that you have hit on a story that is incredibly important.  Because lately, I have this burn... 

Inside I have this massive feeling of an ache so deep it simply has no words yet. My eyes feel heavy with tears that have no known cause and I find myself praying things like, 'Lord burn my heart with the stories that burn your heart, because I want to write what matters to You."

The Words
I was speaking with a woman last night about the space that I pull my writing from. It is a place of both vulnerability and strength, a place of not knowing, but needing to see. There is no internal editor present when I write from that place, there are no harsh voices telling me to turn around. It is a place that quivers and groans within. In my mind I get the tail of an image and when I pull, feelings follow and  intensify into words and grow on the pages as I write.  I can't escape from that kind of writing. I have tried. I can ignore it for a time, but eventually I find myself sitting down to let the stuff within pour out. 

Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me. Surely not all writing is this organic? Maybe I am doing this 'writing thing' all wrong? But then I feel that burn...

I find the more I care for myself, the more I can open my heart up to hear the pain in this world and the more I want to write about it. 
I used to hate non-fiction works.  But then I went and wrote an memoir! And you know 'they' say that you should read at least something in the area you write. But until now it has been too much for me. Almost as if other people's hurts and joys flooded my soul and left me gasping for space to breath. Now I find I have some space. This place deep within that I pull words from that is now hungry to hear what other's have said in their writing.
That burn within seems ready not just to write, but to read, in a way I couldn't before. 

The Books
I have in my hot little hands two amazing books that I have picked up in the last two days. 
Still Alice by  Lisa Genova who asks the question, 'What if you were to lose every memory you every had?' The novel is based on the true story of 'Alice' a 50 year old professor and her war against the rapid and aggressive early onset of Alzheimer's disease.  

The other is a book closer to my heart. 
Today I'm Alice by Alice Jamieson is a raw and gripping memoir the shattered memories of her past abuse and the missing hours of her life that she can't account for. She describes her raging against the voices in her head that become full blown personalities and then at twenty- four she is finally diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder.

I am half way through both of these books, not able to set either one aside to finish the other first. No doubt I will have them both read by this Friday. I'm Still Alice will be  my Friday non-Fiction pick, so I'll post more then.

Until then, I wanted to encourage all the writers out there some of who are now reading my blog ( I am humbled) to keep writing what matters to you. Because ultimately I think these stories a place on our hearts for a reason. 

Your Words and Books?
So writers, what burns within? Do you ever find yourself writing stories you know you can't keep locked away?  And readers, ever find words that seep into your soul from the books you have read? Words that won't let go?

 


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Odd Spaces for Reading and Writing?


Random thought: 
Where do you write? If you don't write, where do you read?



READING: 
I was thinking about the two years I lived in Hong Kong working as a teacher. I had a 30 min train trip to and from school everyday and used the time to consume a number of novels. More than once I missed my stop because I was paying absolutely no attention to the stations flying past. More than once I missed my stop AND had no extra money to buy a return ticket to the stop I should have exited at. I discovered I knew enough Cantonese and sign language to bum money off perfect strangers. I thank you random Chinese strangers. 
 
I also managed to miss getting off the lift in my apartment building because I was reading. I traveled all the way to the 39th floor and right back down to the ground again, barely noticing others getting on and off. I got some strange looks from the door man in the basement. But I was used to that. He was my favourite person to practise my Cantonese on.

We did a heap of flying in and out of HK that year, I wasn't a massive fan of Hong Kong, it had about 7 million people too many. But I now look back on all those flights and wish I had the same amount of uninterrupted reading time. Cathay Pacific probably still have a number of my books. I never could remember to take them with me when we landed. 

When we later moved to Denver I no longer had train trips or so many flights; flying out of the US proved a bit more expensive. But I did have snow storms and tornadoes. Coming back over the Rockies late one evening at the end of a ski weekend, my husband and I were stuck in the kind of traffic that makes you wonder if you are ever, ever going to see the car move again. A snow storm was forecast and every man and his skis were trying to make it back into Denver before they closed the Eisenhower Tunnel. Yep, plenty of time for reading. That little trip took eight hours!

The school I taught at in Denver was once placed in locked down due to a tornado that had touched down some miles from us, but looked to be heading in our direction. Thank God it never did head in our direction. Those things can be heard miles away... anyway, myself, my teaching partner and the 45 kids we taught were huddled under desks (God only knows what good they think desks are going to be if a tornado hits!) and needless to say, we were all quite anxious. I could reach the class book rack from where I was huddled and began reading. It seemed to calm everyone's nerves, not to mention mine. I thought Denver was far removed from tornado valley, but apparently they get there far share. I read through a pile of books in the two hours we were stuck in that room. When we were all allowed to come out and the threat of being blown away had passed, the kids turned to me and said, "Can we do that again, Mrs. Bird?"  
Yeah... Nah!

My life's not quite so exciting anymore... but I have read a number of picture books to my toddler from the floor of the bathroom while trying to encourage him to stay put on the loo and go potty. Mmmm... how things have changed. 

WRITING:
Now that I write I have been known to curl up with my laptop just about anywhere comfy. The couch (although, when the toddler thought he have a play on my computer I quickly abandoned that idea), my bed and the backyard are some of my favourite spaces for writing. Occasionally, I take a note book and pen (remember those?) and actually make marks on a page (shock!)- then I have freedom to move around a bit more without fear of destroying the computer. I have written on trains, by the beach, in the park, in the car waiting for school to get out. But really no place is safe. Like most writers I stuff paper and pens in lots of places, so I can get those begging, pleading nagging thoughts down on paper and move on with life. The trick is to not let those scribblings go through the wash. Not so readable after that happens!

This got me thinking about the spaces writers use to craft their words and the places readers go to read them. The Guardian did a whole profile on writer's rooms.  I know, I know I should be writing not wasting time,  but I found this site and the photos fascinating. But then people's lives fascinate me. 

WHAT ABOUT YOU?
So, I was wondering , where are some of the more unusual places you have read or written? 

Monday, July 13, 2009

Ohh, Shucks!



First Blog Award.
Thanks Footprints!
Special thanks to Janet Camilleri, editor of Footprints Magazine, Australia, for my first blog award! Footprints is an amazing little magazine run by a dedicated group of equally amazing women. I have recently had the privilege of writing for them. You can check them out at www.footprintsaustralia.com/ where for a nominal fee you can have the magazine delivered right to your door.
"Footprints aims to provide Christian women Down Under with magazine-style reading - light, refreshing, entertaining and uplifting. Each issue is jam-packed with features of interest to women of faith in the 21st Century, as well as hints, tips, recipes, poetry, reviews, and always plenty of stories of how God is making a difference in the lives of women just like you."
- Janet Camilleri on their website.

Blogs Worth Reading
In the spirit of encouraging fellow bloggers, here is a short list of some of my favourite blogs. If you enjoy their blog be sure and sign up to follow. I know they'd appreciate it.

Brain Throw up- by Katie Ganshert (http://katieganshert.blogspot.com/)
Country at Heart- by author Deborah Vogts (http://deborahvogts.blogspot.com/)
(http://wordplay.kmweiland.blogspot.com/)

There are a heap of others that I follow. But most of the them are written by literary agents. Their links are on the side bar of my blog if that sort of thing interests you.

Thanks again Footprints.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Author Interview-K.M.Weiland


PART 1- Interview with K.M.Weiland Author of 'A Man Called Outlaw
As promised, here is my first author interview. K.M.Weiland both inspired me and made me laugh out loud with her candid answers on all things literary. In her own words she 'suffers the passion' that is writing. Join me for part 1 of this interview as she discusses this passion and her journey into the world of words. In part 2 (next Monday) she talks specifically about her book A Man Called Outlaw and those moments where writers are tempted to doubt themselves, the characters, the plot and the entire desire to write. (So, it's NOT just me!)
You say on your website that, ‘Writing is both a gift and an art…as an art it must be approached with passion and discipline: a gift that is never developed wasn’t worth giving.” When would you say that you recognized you had been given the gift of writing?
I’ve always made up stories. In fact, my earliest memory is of myself in a tree house at a family reunion, making up a story about bad guys kidnapping everyone and how it was up to me to save them. I started writing my stories down and compiling them into a monthly newsletter when I was twelve. But I don’t think I ever really looked at my writing in the light of a gift until the last several years. When I suddenly found myself with a published book in my hands, which other people were presumably going to read, the responsibility of my words suddenly came home to me. I realized that God had given me a talent and that to squander it or treat it carelessly would not get me a “well-done-good-and-faithful-servant” pat on the back. I believe that God gives all of us a gift (or gifts). It’s our responsibility—and our privilege—to give it back to Him.
In what ways would you say that writing is a gift for you? How do you see your writing as being a gift to others?
Writing is a gift on so many levels. Every day, I get to sit down at my keyboard and travel to places and meet people I never would have the opportunity to experience in “real” life. I get to experience the world through the probing mindset of a writer, always asking questions, always aware of the details. For me, life is so much more vibrant when I write about it. Instead of just witnessing the magic moments in life and then watching them fly by, I can capture them. I can put them down in black and white, so that I’ll never lose them. And, then, of course, I get the added joy of sharing that captured moment with others. The written word—like all of art—is such a powerful medium. Art changes the world, and those of us who are privileged enough to be artists are given the opportunity to influence that change. Fiction is about connecting with people, about highlighting the shared experiences and, through that, growing into new experiences and looking into different mindsets. When my writing helps someone do any of those things, I count it a success.
What investments have you made in developing the gift of writing?
Time, mostly. I’m a die-hard believer in “studying to show yourself approved.” I read constantly, both fiction and nonfiction, gobbling down the words of others, and hopefully learning a thing or two through osmosis. Because art is such a personal thing, there really isn’t a pinnacle—a finish line—that can be reached in learning. It’s more of an evolutionary process. You can study all you like, but the real advancements take place while you’re actually writing and rewriting. And that takes time. To be any good at writing, it has to become a lifestyle. And that means that certain things—hobbies, casual relationships, vacations—sometimes have to be given up.
Before you were published who encouraged or inspired you to pursue writing?
Being in print doesn’t change the essential hunger, that need to spin stories and put words on paper. I’d write whether I was published or not. But my family and friends have always supported me, and I owe it to their encouragement that my first book eventually did find its way to print.
Have you ever faced any setbacks in reaching your goals as a writer?
I hit the same speed bumps as anybody: where you’re burned out, where everything you write for a period of time stinks, where you’re devastated by harsh criticism. But nothing I would really call a “setback."
What would you say your focus is now as a writer?
Every day, I want to sit down at my keyboard and have that quivery feeling in my stomach that whispers, “This story’s too hard! I should be writing something easier!” I want to write stories that are always just a little bit bigger than what I know I can handle. I want to experiment, try new things, write a different story every time. I want to grow as a writer with every word I write, and that means pushing myself a little farther than I want to go every time I put my hands on the keyboard.
What is it about writing that tells you that this is what you want to do with your life?
It’s not so much that I’ve chosen writing, as it is that writing has chosen me. It’s a compulsion of sorts. I can’t imagine not writing. It’s a crazy lifestyle really. So much of my life is lived on the page, instead of out loud, in the real world. I have to sacrifice certain things to feed the fire. But I wake up every morning with this incredible feeling of gratitude that I get to spend a good-sized chunk of my day doing what I love best. How many people get to say that?
If you weren’t writing what do you think you’d be doing?
I don’t know, weaving baskets in a mental hospital? Seriously, I think I’d probably go nuts if I couldn’t write, if I couldn’t express that part of me in some way. However, on the more practical side of the coin, I do enjoy graphic and web design. It pays the bills at any rate.
Favorite quote on writing?
“When the artist is truly the servant of the work, the work is better than the artist.”—Madeleine L’Engle
A HUGE thanks to Katie. Please join me next week for the conclusion of this interview. In the meantime, she writes an awesome blog that you can check out here or visit her website at www.kmweiland.com/
You can buy her book A Man Called Outlaw at www.amazon.com/        
I highly recommend that you do! 

Friday, July 10, 2009

Writing Blabberings -My Words

I haven't posted much on my writing, but I thought it was about time that I did. My friends and family aren't really even aware of what I have written; I seldom talk about it. I guess I still struggle to think of myself as a writer, even though I have been published a few times in various magazines. Basically, I have a completed manuscript and another WIP that I am about 30,000 words into. But there is a whole lot more to my writing than that. My first book never started out as a book. What I mean is, I didn't sit down to write it thinking that what I was writing would ever turn into a book. It just grew.

I really have to tell you a bit of back story for this to make any sense. Mid way through last year I was going through a pretty horrendous time and I started seeing a counsellor. In our first session together she asked the question, "Can you tell me what you pain looks like?" I guess she hooked my imagination and some hidden part of me that knew exactly what pain looked like and was pretty desperate to tell someone. That's where the writing started. I wrote a description of  'Beast', a metaphor for my pain, and a character that I could begin to face and deal with. I sent that writing to my counsellor, but I discovered that I had plenty more to say. 

I used to think that pain was at its best when it didn't exist. But pain did exist in my life. I thought I would cope better if I could find a way to mute it, numb it or ignore it. I sure as hell didn't want to focus on it. But through my writing of 'Beast' I began to wonder if that wasn't a lie. What if the strength of pain was its ability to point me to something deeper within me? What if acknowledging it, turning to face it and embracing it could tell me more about who I was and why I hurt and start me on the path to healing? 

I dared to find out. I created a whole world around Beast and linked what was happening in the 'cave of my heart' to the trauma and issues I was dealing with in real life. I made room for Beast to be what he was in my life and wrote through the eyes of pain.  Some 100, 000 words later I had a really rough memoir of this specific time in my life and the hope that I had found. I began to muck about with the writing, chunking it into chapters, refining the thoughts, strengthening the characters and tightening my use of the metaphor and the the inner world I had created. I fleshed out the scenes that occurred in the real world and made sure that the linking back and forth between the metaphor of Beast and his world and my actual life was clear and purposeful. I paid attention to the visual imagery I created with Beast and the other characters that I imagined living with in my heart and began to use them to show what it was actually like to live with depression and battle self harm without needing to be graphic or shocking. I began to realise I had used words to convey what some people who suffer through trauma and issues surrounding mental illness are not necessarily able to. I had words. Maybe others didn't? I began to think the book might be important beyond the immediate value it had in my life.  I had the book professionally edited. My editor agreed. 

I went back, reworked the book, this time from a technical perspective. Too many adjectives? Did I repeat myself? Did I rely on 'crutch' words? Where was the writing flat? Empty adverbs? Was the dialogue realistic? What did it sound like read aloud? Could I get rid of some suffixes? Did I over use was, is, am, were, being and other 'to be' words? Did my writing 'tell' or 'show'? And the list went on and on... as anyone who has ever revised a manuscript knows.

In short, I went back and remodeled the book. I made damn sure I got conversations that had occurred as accurate as I could. I was obsessive about being true to myself and making sure that every word that I'd written,  whether I was talking about Beast and his world in the cave of my heart or actual situations, were rich with honesty. As best I could, I took off the glasses tinted with rose and looked around me for the first time ever. Some of it I didn't like seeing. But I realised that the book would have no power if it didn't let the reader in. It was gut level type writing, pulled from places I didn't know I had within. The edit was hard. Letting go of it was harder. I titled my memoir 'Beast' and entered it into a competition for unpublished manuscripts. I won't hear anything until later in the year, but I am quietly proud of it, whatever happens. I am under no illusions that the book is actually finished though. It made it to the competition in the best form it could for the time I had to prepared it, but I still think it went a bit too raw. It does, however, give me time to sit back and re-edit the work. I have another editor working on it at the moment and plans to submit it for a professional manuscript evaluation later in October. So, there you have it. I wrote a memoir. I wrote 'Beast'. Who knew I had that in me? God did I guess!

Since then I have been doing a lot more writing. Most of what I sell to magazines, especially the articles that I am most zealous about, are non-fiction pieces usually about some one's life. I think that is my specific passion. I would love to write a novel one day, but for now non-fiction writing is what seems to burn within. Up until 18months ago I didn't even realise I was so enamoured with writing. I'd never given air to that particular little dream. But the writing finally breathes. 

Where to from here? I don't really know. Of course I have hopes... but I  am learning to trust, that like everything to do with this book so far, God's plan and timing for it will be perfect. 

Thursday, July 9, 2009

International Best Seller

Two thousand year ago this dude wrote a book...okay, he didn't actually sit down and pen it, he had some mates of his write it and well, he didn't actually put it all together in a 'book', that happened later... with the whole inventing a printing press thing, but the point is, there was this book. And not just any book. Some two thousand years on (give or take a few decades) the book is still the number one best selling book of all time. It has been translated into more than 2,000 languages and is still recognised as one of the most frequently translated texts. No one is exactly sure how many copies of this book are in print, but it has sold in excess of 6 billion copies world wide! No other book in history even comes close to the sales of this book. Interestingly enough, the only other text that comes close to this sort of 'best seller' is the 'Quotations from Chairman Mao Tse-Tung'. This little book sold an impressive 900 million copies, but that's still a long way from 6 billion. You might have guessed that I am talking about The Bible. Do these kind of facts just blow your mind? I mean you gotta wonder... 6 billion copies? God obviously had something to say that a few people thought was worth reading.

I remember having a 'moment', okay, a fit, about the fact that I really have no writing mentor and sometimes just really have no clue about what I am doing. I'll do something about joining a critique group one of these days, but in the mean time I felt God's gentle reminder that He in fact had a little somethin' in print and that He was quite able to direct my path. Food for thought?

While I'm on this little facts and figures trip, I thought you might like to know that we are all wasting our time writing novels. Apparently, what sells are spelling books. Yes, spelling! The American Spelling Book has sold 100 million copies. You could print your own little book of records, or has that been done? Oh yeah, Guiness Book of World Records has sold around 94 million copies world wide and the Almanac Books of Facts has sold 73 million. But then again J.R.R Tolkien has apparently carved out a living from writing non-facts related stuff. Her book 'The Lord of the Rings sold 150 million copies to date and 'The Hobbit' has sold around 100 million. Yep, Tolkien can write. Charles Dickens also knew a thing or two about words. The dude wrote this little thing called, 'A Tale of Two Cities'. A few people have heard of it. The book has sold about 200 million copies! But now I am just depressing myself...wondering if I'll ever get in print never mind selling millions... or even thousands.

Just thought it was interesting, that even in this day and age, a book written so long ago has the power to out sell every other book. I'm rather proud to call Him Father. And I think He probably knows how to guide me. 6 billion copies! Wow. Did I mention that already?

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Words Games for Parents


Hooking children on reading and writing. 
If you are reading this blog I probably don't have to convince you that words are pretty important little things. But children aren't born with this conviction. Chocolate before bedtime and needing a new toy at the shops: these are concepts they are born with an innate knowledge of. But the purpose of reading and writing is a vague concept to most kids. That's where we come in. It is up to parents, caregivers and teachers to make the point for literacy loud, clear and irrevocably poignant. Basically, without literacy skills we don't get on well in this world. Words are everywhere. Books are only one place your kids will encounter print, and thus only one means of exposing them to reading and writing. I used to doll out the following suggestions for encouraging literacy skills at parent- teacher interviews, but they are all yours now. Hope they are good food for thought.

Children under Five or Pre-Readers
  • When reading... I'll start here soon as most people think of books when they think of words. Point to pictures. Make comments. Have a whale of a time. Babies get that this crazy thing we do with books called 'reading' is in fact a heap of fun. Later you can trace words with you finger. Even babies can see that when you say a word, you point to some funny marks on the page and it plants the first little seed in their minds that perhaps these pictures and text are actually linked. As children get older (two and up) start pointing out interesting marks near words (question marks, quotation marks, exclamation marks) there's no need to be overly 'teachy' about it, just point out the marks and see if your child wants to ask what they are. If they do, answer in a really simple way. For example,  "Oh, they are marks writers use to show someone is talking"- I use to call them 'talking marks'.
  •  If a text repeats... play 'can you find this word' game on each page. 
  • Have fun with book knowledge...Do crazy stuff like turn the book upside down or start reading from the back of the book. Your child should look at you like you have two heads and laugh and say, "No, Mummy, hold the book like this." Or, "No, Mummy, we start reading here." This is a great way to see what your child knows about text being read from left to right, how you hold books and where you start reading in a book. If they don't see any problem with reading a book backwards then you can say something like, "Oh silly Mummy. That's not the start of the book." Sadly I have seen many kids at the start of school not knowing how to hold a book or where to start reading. It's a dead give away that not much reading is going on at home. Some two year olds will be able to hold a book the right way up, but by three they should definitely know which way to hold a book and how to turn the pages. I have done silly stuff like pretending to read from the pictures. My son use to howl with laughter and say insightful things like, "No, Mummy, the pictures don't tell the words." And then he'd point to the words and say, "See, Mummy, here are the words." Great stuff for teaching about the point of words on a page and the difference between pictures and text. No, this is not immediately self-evident to children.
  • Notice text...everywhere. When you are out and about try doing simple things like pointing out the words in familiar signs. Sadly, my son could read the words 'K-mart' and 'Target' before he was three. Hmmm...we might have gone shopping a few times! If you have boys, road signs and cars with text on them will be very intriguing. I never realised how many road signs  there were between home and Nan's until my son demanded I read them all to him all the time... thank goodness he got over that little habit.
  • Mention that you are reading and writing... Saying things like, "Mummy can't park here because the sign says 'no parking,"or "Mummy's just writing a letter to Nan," or Mummy's making a shopping list, do you want to hold it in the supermarket?" All these comments build up a picture in your child's head that reading and writing are incredibly useful skills to have. Beware; you may find yourself doing a lot of 'reading' in public. My son used to make me read each item off the shopping list as we put it in the cart. And whoa to me if it wasn't on the list...
  • Label stuff... Names on their bedroom doors, Lego labels on the Lego box, 'Jack's toys' on the toy box etc. I'm not suggesting you go writing on everything in the house, but some labels, especially their name, will help immensely with beginning word recognition and once again build the idea that reading and writing are useful skills. 
Children over Five or Readers
  • Let the fun begin...when reading to them (you're still doing this, right?) start talking about meaning behind text. Just posing natural questions will do the trick. What do you think will happen next? Why do you think the pig did that? What would you do if you were (insert book charcters name)? These types of questions start to expose kids to the idea that books can and should be explored, thought about and questioned. Believe me, this is exactly the kind of skill your teacher is desperately trying to drum into them at school. Comprehension questions are boring, so don't make this a teaching type time, just have fun pulling apart plots and characters and making outrageous guesses about what you might do if you met a dragon or owned a magic hat etc.
  • Involve your kids in the writing process. Writing thank you cards, addressing envelopes, making lists of things to buy or do, making wish lists for birthdays and Christmas, labelling their school books or belongings etc. Isaiah and I started this happy little game of writing each other a note before bedtime. We write it on the Magna Doodle beside his bed. He writes first and when I come to check on him before I go to bed I read his note and then write one back. He loves waking up in the morning to find out what I have written.
  • Notice text and let them use it...by this I mean, you now have a little reader on your hands. Let them practise their skills in meaningful ways. Isaiah loves to do the self check out thing at the grocery store which involves reading the prompts. I also let him get certain grocery items and tell him to read the labels. When cooking I let him read the recipe, when trying to find a street, I ask him to help by reading the street signs. I involve him whenever I can in day to day reading and writing skills. After all daily life is where  I mostly use these skills.
  • Play games with words whenever the mood strikes. A couple of Isaiah's favourite words games  are rhyming words, escpecailly nonsense rhyming words.( We have doctor Suess to thank for that!) I'll say 'goose', he'll say 'kfoose'. Silly, I know, but the skills of rhyming, word sounds, word families etc are never a waste of time. The other game he likes is 'find another word'. I'll say 'big', he'll say 'enormous', then I'll say 'huge' and he'll say 'massive'. The game goes until one of you can't think of another word that means the same as the original word. 'Half the sentence' is another crazy game we play. I start the sentence, he finishes it. My dog...has really huge blue legs. Or whatever other silliness you can think of. The point is to have fun and use words. Explore language and expose them to unfamiliar words while increasing their vocabs. I will admit I have increased my own vocab playing these games. Isaiah is getting very good at them and I can't just lose!
  • Older kids might be interested in more meaningful discussions around text, especially where it concerns media and popular culture. The grade nines I used to teach wouldn't be caught dead with a book, but happily used their phones to text and sat on the net for hours. Older kids read, it just might not look like a book. If you stay connected to your kids you will find ways to stay involved with their worlds and thus encourage them as readers and writers. 
Have fun. Most important. Kids have inbuilt radars for 'work'. If that's what your 'games' become they won't be fun. Maybe none of these suggestions are for you. I simply encourage you to find ways to promote reading and writing outside of the classroom. Amazing things like 'fun', 'happy memories',  'building connections' and 'spending time together' will probably happen, if nothing else. What have you got to lose?

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Tab's Fiction Pick: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson

What if your life's biggest achievement came after you died?
In November 2004 a sudden heart attack took the life of Swedish writer and journalist Stieg Larsson. Just prior to November he delivered the manuscripts for three crime novels to his publisher. The first of these was The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, published in Sweden in 2005 and later released in English. The three manuscripts that make up the 'Millennium Trilogy' eventually sold more than 12 million copies world wide. (12 million and one if you count the copy I recently bought!) Larsson never witnessed the world wide phenomena his work became.

For Readers
The latest news spidering through the web is that the English translation of the original Swedish manuscripts leaves a heck of a lot to be desired. I don't know. How much better than 'mind blowing' can you get? I started reading this book on a recent flight to Darwin (as you do when you have no kids to look after-yeah!) and I wasn't actually all that grabbed by the first chapter. What kept me reading was one of the main characters, Lisbeth Salander.

The girl rocks. I love a chick with a tat and an attitude to match. She grabbed a hold of me and wouldn't let go until I understood her motivations and plainly worn disgust of men. Lisbeth is a brilliant hacker with an astounding lack of displayed emotions or regard for social niceties, she's not conventionally beautiful nor is she a stereo-typical female. She boxes, rides a motor bike and lives alone. Beneath numbness there is always feeling. I just think it runs so deep its owner often has trouble reaching it. I simply had to know what Stieg Larsson thought was going on inside that girl's head. She, more than any other character, held my attention until the end of the book. Mikael Blomkvist I could take or leave. This character seems to think intimacy is about as personal and private as sharing a bowl of cornflakes. His only redeeming quality is his admiration of Lisbeth and the way he is able to see past the attitude she presents to the softness within. I love that in a man! Together they work to solve a crime committed decades before. If you can foresee where this plot is heading before the end of the book, my hat is off to ya! Larsson had me completely intrigued.

Larsson's writing also gives right- winged extremists and Nazi organizations a deserved slamming and lets his characters ripe apart sexual predators and violent men with a hammering I personally wish I could dish out.
Honestly, this book is a staggering read. Insightful and clever from word go. I wished that I could have excused myself from general life and read this book from cover to cover in one hit. But if I did that I'd probably never surface, except to write and hug and kiss family! You know, so many books...so little life! My 'To Read List' grows daily!

For Writers
Apparently Stieg Larsson loved writing the novels so much that he didn't even make contact with a publisher until he had written the first two books and had the third well underway. If only I had that kind of patience! I write something and immediately start looking around for where I could send it.
I have to say though, I do hope that Larsson had more reasons for writing than just, "pension insurance", which was apparently what Stieg referred to his manuscripts as. I don't know, there seems to be something vitally important about the written word. Maybe it's just me, but I think writers are a privileged bunch who should wrap the reasons behind their work in humility and respect for the privilege. How many people go unseen and unheard in this world?

You can check out more about his trilogy on the website www.stieglarsson.com


Monday, July 6, 2009

Author Chat- Up Coming Interview!


K.M. Weiland, author of  A Man called Outlaw and the soon to be released Behold the Dawn has graciously agreed to do an interview with me.
I am currently putting together what I hope will be some interesting and probing questions to send to her. So let me know if there is anything you would love to ask Katie about. This is your chance to ask a published author all the stuff you really want to know. Put your questions in the comments and I will include them with mine.  
For Readers
Katie writes stunningly vivid historically based fiction. Once you start reading you won't be able to pry your fingers from the book. You can read the first chapter of her book A Man called Outlaw and get a glimpse into the life of this amazing woman who writes from the sand hills of western Nebraska on her website www.kmweiland.com  and on her blog at kmweiland.blogspot.com
For Writers
Katie's writing will throb in the heart of anyone who understands the joy of crafting three dimensional humanity in all its raw honesty with the written word and humbly accepts what a privilege it is to be able to add our words to this world. 

K.M Weiland says:
"I write because I want to find the answers, because I want to understand and be understood. But it is also a prayer of my heart that somehow my ramblings might find a place in the bigger picture, that they might resonate with even just one reader and form that invisible, ineffable line of connection between my soul and the soul of another. My heart hurts for people who disparage art, including fiction, as a waste of time. They are missing so much. Life is a story; stories are life."
Yep, I agree Katie. Stories are indeed 'life'; the colourful threads, the salt, the spice and the sugar! Enough said! If my 'ramblings' ever have half the impact of Katie's I will be a happy girl! I hope that has you all hanging out to meet Katie here next week when I post the interview.