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December 30, 2007

The secret to writing successful fiction

Most Thursday nights you'll find me in front of the tv watching The Writing Life and Writers' Confessions on Bravo. I never get tired of listening to novelists and poets talk about their writing stations, the approach they take to their work, or the idiosynchratic behaviour specific to writers.

Since I read primarily Canadian novelists, I am always thrilled to be introduced to someone whose work I haven't read. Last week, I was introduced to Douglas Glover. He was featured for the full 30-minute episode and he said something that gave me one of those shivery "aha" moments Oprah's always going on about.

I wrote Mr. Glover an email to thank him for sharing the insight of his experience because it was powerful, unique, and bang-on. But, unlike the "gratitude correspondence" I've sent to other writers and artists, I held off this time because even after three or four tries, I still came off sounding a bit like a babbling fool.

[I wrote on the subject on October 11 & 16: - Thank You Notes i/ii and ii/ii.]

So, to Douglas Glover for relaying one of the secrets of successful fiction writing: Thank you.

Ubi, quo, unde.

Cheers!

December 27, 2007

Those bloggin' bloggers

I came to gapingvoid.com via other blogs (please forgive me for not recalling the exact thread) and that is why it has a translation printed beneath.Copyright_gapingvoid_com_2

I have since visited gapingvoid.com for an extended stay. In fact, I'm there right now.

December 24, 2007

Under the Christmas Tree

Nelleandlizzy_gift2007 I found this in a bag under the Christmas tree. I wonder what it is?? Could it be something from my Christmas wish list?

What's on your Christmas wish list? Did you forgo a gift in favour of giving to a seasonal charity this year?

December 21, 2007

Homecoming i/ii and ii/ii

Minnow_wallpaper For many of us, family moves front and center this time of year, so I thought I'd share something I recently rewrote for a writing course assignment.

The concept of home has changed for me over the years. It used to be a snapshot – a time and place left behind in 1986, when I packed my belongings into a white, 1985 Firebird in the dullness of a Northwestern Ontario winter and drove the Trans-Canada Highway up and around Lake Superior through rocky landscape and past forests of the Canadian Shield. Driving south from Sudbury toward the bright lights and action of a metropolis lay in the distance, I could see home.

      

I left Thunder Bay to become a writer and didn’t want to return until I was settled into the profession. In absences that stretched over 20 years, I had grown homesick for the elbow room countryside allows and the way in which days seems drawn out in a small town.

When I returned in 2003 with my seven-year-old son, the city had blossomed into a larger version of itself, but our neighbourhood, a rural pocket inside two amalgamated cities, was close to the way I’d left it.

...continued

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December 19, 2007

United States Postal Service

Nelleandlizzy_triple The USPS sent me an email on Saturday, December 15, 2007 10:35 PM to confirm the shipping address for a ring I'd ordered online from a US retailer.

The shipment, the email states "is scheduled to be shipped on 12/13/2007."

So, I logged onto the USPS website and entered my tracking number. The package had already been shipped and was enroute to its destination (my house).

Update: Your item cleared customs in CANADA at 7:15 PM on December 17, 2007.

Since this ring is a gift, I hope it arrives in time for me to squeal with glee as I pull it out of my stocking on Christmas morning.

December 16, 2007

Rose, Not Mary

She looked to Hera for answers, but the goddess was busy tending to the marital bliss of others.

Rose, not Mary opens the cupboard door. She pushes past sympathetic spices – cinnamon, ginger, cardamom – past the memory of delicate powders held soft in her mother’s hand and reaches for a jar of rosemary. Rosemary: all nettles, inflexible, thorny. 67pxrosemary_white_bg

Outside, a Purple Finch his perching feet hold tight a rose bush bundled in winter coat; burlap beneath a warbling song. He, too, is on watch.

Rose bends forward to catch a better glimpse, her glasses adjusted just so. The bird is not purple at all, but dipped in raspberry. Rose turns away. The birdsong is almost too much to bear in its sweetness. This, mother Mary’s favourite sparrow with its reddish-brown cheeks and fluid call, hops to the ground and walks sideways a short distance. The clatter of dishes has stopped. Rose’s hands rest against the sink’s edge, where water drips from her fingertips into the soapy water below. Standing there, Rose looks out at the back garden and sees what her mother’s eyes would have witnessed every autumn. Rose imagines a daughter. She smiles at the imaginary child who waves back and motions for her mother to watch her twirl until she falls to the ground surrounded by giggles.

Thebirdguide_com It is the bird that brings Rose back. Here. As he takes flight, she imagines that his notes, rich in regret, might shake the hinged wooden frames above Mary’s garden that now belongs to Rose. She imagines this ballad making its way to the room above her mother’s kitchen where Rose replaces Mary.

Credits: Purple Finch copyright thebirdguide.com.

December 14, 2007

Places for Writers

One of my favourite places to visit, is the website Places for Writers. Instead of sending unsolicited material for publication, check for calls for submissions.

December 12, 2007

Tucker Update

Tucker1_23nov2007_2 No, not that Tucker. This Tucker.

December 11, 2007

Holding email hostage

Help! Bell and MSN are holding my email messages hostage. As ransom, Sympatico support has asked for my permission to "upgrade" (which from what I gather is a conversion) to MSN from Bell.

As I write this I am on the telpehone with a gal from overseas who is trying to fix my account. We've been on the telephone for 36:05 minutes now. Maybe she, like me, gets paid by the hour.

I refused to pay the ransom.

Our next negotiation? I had to provide my password. The only time I did not mind was when my password was "Ihatebell."

Now, I'll have spend time changing my passwords yet again. I changed them just 30 days ago when I encountered this same problem with another secondary account.

My gal has thanked me for my patience. I believe she means it. But who knows.

The clock ticks.

Postscript: The call ended at just over 78 minutes. Bell Sympatico ... how do you spell efficiency?

Backyard hockey rink

Is your backyard rink is up and running? Yep, ours too. The kid comes home for lunch to squeeze in a skate between morning and afternoon classes.

December 09, 2007

Just another ordinary day

Quoting prnewswire.co.uk, the Toronto Star tells us that tomorrow -- Monday, December 10, 2008 -- is "officially the most stressful day of the year."

Maybe. But yesterday wasn't much easier. I received an email message from Readers Digest Canada announcing me as the possible $500,000 Grand Prize Winner, with potential to win $75,000 in bonus prize money.

The pressure was on: I had to "act quickly" to secure my chance. Unfortuately, I couldn't get past the validation stage. I tried everything I could think of from disabling my anti-virus application to accepting every cookie ever offered. Nothing.

Now, I see how tomorrow will be the most stressful day of the month for me. Now, I must return to work instead of collecting my prize money.

I can't tell you how much I was looking forward to calling my boss to tell him I couldn't make it to work because I would be too busy depositing half a million dollars into my bank account.

There's no better way to spend a Monday. Unless, of course, the name Clooney or Pitt are mentioned in the same sentence as "Valerie" and "breakfast in bed."

December 06, 2007

If you love beautiful artwork

If you love beautiful art, check out Jacqueline Hudon's website at http://www.jacquelinehudon.com/.

December 02, 2007

The Blue Jays Dance + Tom Thompson's Shack i/ii

Recently, I had to write a comparative book review for an online course I was enrolled in through George Brown College with Kathryn MacDonald, an amazing instructor. From our text requirements, I chose Louise Erdrich's book The Blue Jay's Dance and one of my all-time favourite books Tom Thompson's Shack by Harold Rhenisch.

I share this because some of my fellow students may visit me here.

I chose Harold Rhenisch’s Tom Thomson’s Shack to compare with The Blue Jay’s Dance by Louise Erdrich. Both books are introspective accounts (memories) of events the writers experienced. Erdrich uses the seasons and chronologically to detail the development and growth of her infant and herself.

0060927011 Erdrich's book begins with a child’s conception, in winter, and continues through the child’s life and the author’s slow return to writing, the following autumn. Rhenisch’s journey has him travelling from his British Columbia home to Ontario for a book tour. Whereas Eldrich applies internal dialogue and observation, Rhenisch uses dialogue and detailed description of the people he meets and places he visits. Both use lyrical language. As he travels, his memory falls to his home, his friends, and the land that marks his life and work. He tells these stories in flashbacks throughout the book.Tts

The Blue Jays Dace begins with the conception of the author’s child; Tom Thompson’s Shack begins with a geographical home as the writer sets out on a trip to Toronto.

... continued

The Blue Jays Dance + Tom Thompson's Shack ii/ii

Eldrich sets her time and place and prepares the reader for an internal view: "We conceive our children in deepest night, in blazing sun, outdoors, in barns and alleys and minivans." (3)

Later, she defines the physical location: "The small gray house where I work was build in the hope of feeding snowmobilers. Twenty years ago, a rough trial was carved out of New Hampshire timberland a hundred yards from the door." (6).

Rhenisch uses a similar approach: "I live two hours north of Spences Bridge on the Cariboo Plateau, an old volcanic plain in the centre of British Columbia, a land of pine forest, lakes, and rolling hills, rimmed by tall white-and-blue mountains of glaciers and wolves." (8)

Erdrich tells her story in poetic voice – lyrical, visual, soothing - a mother’s lullaby; Rhenisch describes the landscape in visual language that is also lyrical.

Rhenisch, too, draws details into the text to give the reader a full view, using humour:

"Almost everyone in Toronto wore a leather jacket. Out on the farm, no one wears a leather jacket. It was quite a shock. In the Cariboo, I’m used to seeing my cows alive, walking in long columns through the first driving snow, back to the rank yards as the crows huddle in the leafless aspens and big trucks spit up huge, white clouds on the roads, or in the spring, as eagles swoop low over the herds in the last gritty, melted and refrozen snow, then take off low over the cars and semi-trailers on the highway." (120)

Tts Both writers are travelling – one is physically changing locations, while the other remains in the same location, but travels through seasons with the growth. So, both narratives give the reader a sense of moving forward.

These writers keep the reader involved using connected stories, each section of text carries its own story, and in the case of Erdrich, it strongly resembles a mother’s small chunks of time for herself and/or the inability to remain with one thought for a length of time. Erdrich’s conflict is internal – her writer’s need to get back to work and her maternal need to be with her child – her writer self versus her self as an extension of child.

"We spend hours staring into each other’s eyes. Sometimes our exchange is so intense that my own face loses its habitual composure and I experience an uncanny body confusion – I feel my expression continually slipping into our baby’s." (135)

Daily events are counterbalanced by Erdrich’s ability to describe, in beautiful detail, the life and action of the animals outside her window. She shares few past memories which are interspersed with events, making them reads as if they are happening in the present.

She hates the playpen and prefers to be in the thick of things, not apart from us, even with the cleverest toys. She hates her car seat. She tolerates her baby carrier only in short bursts." (132)

Her writing provides insight into the challenges of balancing motherhood and artistic life. Motherhood and writing are themes in The Blue Jay’s Dance.

To keep the story moving forward and reader involved, Rhenisch weaves past with present: memories of home – people and landscape and events, then returns to the road. There’s conflict caused by consistent mechanical failure of his host’s car (making the reader wonder if he’ll ever get to Kleinburg to see Thomson’s art studio, or his poetry readings for that matter), and conflict as the writer tries to reconcile urban centre with rural home. The book’s theme is of identity of writer and home. 0060927011

Both in the city and in myself I liked and did not like what I saw. I was swept up by the energy of the city, its vision, and its ability to grant that vision a concrete shape, but its negative shadow, that followed it everywhere, scared me, for although the city had intensified the act of creation, it had intensified its corollary destruction as well." (139)

An example, as well, of the writer challenging this reader’s intellect.

The turning point for Erdrich occurs when the child goes to a babysitter and the acceptance of the author "…I am torn between wanting to be with her always and needing to be – through writing and through concentration – who I am."

The book concludes with the child walking – illustrating her independence by the movement away from her mother.

For Rhenisch, the turning point "this big concrete city made me happy." (237) occurs close to the conclusion when back at home, he laments about business changing a way of life that takes he and us "further and further from the earth." (243)

I have read other works by Harold Rhenisch – his poetry, in part because of his description of, and reverence for, land and landscape. I would recommend The Blue Jays Dance, especially to anyone who has read Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh.

Bibliography

Rhenisch, Harold. Tom Thomson’s Shack. Vancouver: New Star Books Ltd., 2000.

Erdrich, Louise. The Blue Jays Dance. New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 1995.

About Valerie Bean


  • Between corporate and technical writing gigs, Pickering resident Valerie Bean writes magazines features, news, profiles, and general-interest articles. She is a published book author and an internationally published poet.

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