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passive power May 2, 2012

Filed under: Grace Awakening,Reading,Writing — Shawn Bird @ 3:28 pm

Sometimes, just being is powerful.

I remember when I was in grade eleven, one of our graduating students, Randy Lawrence, won a play writing competition with a play entitled, “Don’t Just Do Something, Stand There!”  It’s a clever twist on the epigram, “Don’t just stand there, do something!”   It’s not true that any action is better than inaction.  As Lawrence suggests in this title, sometimes, it the best course of action to wait patiently.

In fiction, a passive character is a boring character.  Critics tend to like “strong characters” and it is certainly true that a character prone to doing ‘something’  (when perhaps ‘standing’ is the better idea) will get himself into far more interesting adventures.  I understand that.

There’s been the odd reviewer who finds Grace excessively passive.   It’s certainly true that Grace receives action and is forced to react more than she instigates action.  She is not the feisty heroine who’s out to put all wrongs right right from the very beginning.  She is a quiet person who just wants a peaceful existence.  Truth be told, she should be a boring person.  She’d love to be a boring person, with boring experiences to recount.  Unfortunately, there are those who won’t let her have her boring life.  She is forced to deal with the destiny she has been given, just like the rest of us.

So she’s not actively pursuing her destiny.  To be honest, this makes her like 95% of the people I know, 90% of the time.  Occasionally things shake us up, but most of the time, we don’t set ourselves up for much excitement.  We make good choices.  We play it safe.  We survive to live another day.

Like us, Grace isn’t an adventure seeker.  She’s a victim of circumstance, though.  Grace has to learn why things are always ‘happening to her’ before she can face it down.  She spends some time grumbling about it. You know people like that, don’t you?  The ones who whine that their life is so unfair.  You can usually point to the flaw in their character or the specific choice that led them into their circumstance.  That’s the lesson that Grace (and the reader) has to learn.  We are the one common denominator in all our life experiences.  We carry our hamartia.  So whether we ‘deserve’ our fate or not, some essence of our being has often led to it.  We  are still an element of it.  Like Grace, our passivity may be our power, but sooner or later, it must be resolved.

When I crafted Grace, I wanted the reader to identify with her.  I wanted them to share in her confusion, and imagine themselves in her experiences.  That’s the reason there is no physical description of Grace anywhere.  When I ask readers how they visualize Grace, they invariably describe a version of themselves.  Most of the students I know have outside forces controlling their lives.  Parents, schools, and/or teams govern their time and responsibilities.  They can relate to Grace receiving action, rather than causing it, and they’re the ones I wrote for.

Josh says it best, “Be.”

 

star dust March 11, 2012

Filed under: Commentary,Pondering,Reading — Shawn Bird @ 12:13 am
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“The secret has been within you since the day you were born.  We are all children of the stars–everything is.”

Martin and Carranza in The Gaudi Key

Where did I read that this is literally true?  Our nature as “carbon based life forms” shows that genetically we are full of star dust.  Crazy, isn’t it?  What secret is within us when we emerge bloody from the womb, open to the infinite possibility that is life itself?  What secret waits to tell us our purpose or destiny?  What is yours?

 

mesmerism for the masses February 21, 2012

Theater, I suppose, is a form of mass mesmerism, and if that’s the case, Shakespeare…was surely one of the greatest hypnotists who ever lived.

(Alan Bradley, I am Half-sick of Shadows.  p.119)

Gotta love the brilliance of Flavia de Luce!

 

writing and real life January 23, 2012

Filed under: Reading,Writing — Shawn Bird @ 12:25 am
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Arg.

You know, I had a rather easy teaching load first semester, and I thought, “Wow.  There will be so much time to write!” and I didn’t.  I had hoped to finish book 3, and maybe get a good start on book 4 in the Grace Awakening series, but it didn’t happen.

I completely blame Diana Gabaldon for this.

I was making good progress until Outlander came into the electronic library for me in October.  Then I had to read every other book in the series.   Have you seen this series?  The first book is over 800 pages, and it’s the shortest one.  Four of the seven books are well over a thousand pages.  Like 400 pages over.   The books were so good that I read every one of the books twice on my e-reader before they expired from the library, and then I went out and started buying the audio books to listen to while I knitted, sewed, cooked, or cleaned (okay, not so often while I cleaned, but only because I don’t do that very often).  Then I had to find and read all Gabaldon’s Lord John books.  Just because.  Between reading and working and the other stuff- like making a traditional 8 yard kilt…  I wasn’t getting much writing done.  Much?  Read ‘practically none.’

I was listening to the Diana Gabaldon podcast the other day (yes, it’s all gotten quite obsessive, I recognise) and this comment struck me:

I write every day. If you don’t write for a day or two, the inertia builds up on you and it’s hard to start again.  (Diana Gabaldon podcast Episode 3: The “Kernel Process”)

Plainly, that is precisely my experience.  I wrote the first two books in 6 months, writing 5 pages a day, or 25 pages a week, while I was working full-time and president of my Rotary club.  Two years of editing those, and starting the research on the next series, and then Outlander brought me to a grinding halt.    Gabaldon reminded me that it was time to find the hour a day that would break the deadlock and get me in the swing of working on the novel(s).

In the last week, I’ve been making a concerted effort to at least read through the previous work, edit here and there, add a scene, etc.  It’s not a lot, but it’s getting into the habit of spending time with Grace and Ben again, which is the important thing.

Diana Gabaldon is very active on the internet.  She interacts with her fans, she travels, she has family commitments, and yet she is writing every day.  I was reading a section of The Outlandish Companion yesterday that particularly hit me.  She describes her day (December 15, 1995), in amusing detail.  Since I had already read the completed scene in situ, it was very interesting to read the process of its development.  She writes like I do on too little sleep, images come in, she asks questions, and the story evolves.  At the end of that particular day, she was 1700  words short of her 2000 word goal, but she had several threads developing in her mind and she had 300 words more than nothing.  As I read how she wove her writing into her day I decided I need to be far more disciplined if I’m ever going to get Awakening Myth finished for this spring.

Next week the new semester begins, and I’m full-time again.  Guess what?  I bet I’ll find more time than I’ve been able to find for the last five months.  I’ll be squeezing it in between other tasks with intention.  I’ll probably have to cut back on the knitting, but since I have made 3 sweaters, 5 scarves and 5 pairs of socks already, that shouldn’t be too much of a sacrifice.  We’ll see.

PS.  If you want to read about Diana’s day some 16 years ago, it’s here.  If you have The Outlandish Companion, it’s on page 453.

PS2.  Didn’t I say in yesterday’s blog that the student is responsible for learning, and the teacher can only inspire?  Thanks for the lesson, Diana.  I guess it’s my own fault your great books completely distracted me from my responsibilities. I get it.

 

death and time January 3, 2012

Filed under: Grace Awakening,Reading — Shawn Bird @ 12:14 am
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I’ve been pondering time lately.  I once heard a theory that while time is linear to us, that it could also be a circle.  I envision this as a tight coil, circle upon circle, so that everything is really happening simultaneously, in different components of the coil.

This concept works well with my notion of Other Realms, such as exist in Grace Awakening.  This makes the past that Ben is obsessed with and that Grace is dreaming about is all really concurrent with their modern high school experience.  The memories of 3000 years are as close as the present.

This sort of fits with the experience of Jamie and Claire in the time travelling Outlander series.   It changes the concepts of death and love.

18th century Jamie expresses it well to Claire who has crossed through the standing stones in the 1960s to return to him in the past.  She is remembering his grave seen in her own time, and she is afraid for him.  He is not worried:

“But do you not see how verra small a thing is the notion of death, between us two, Claire?” he whispered.

“All the time after ye left me, after Culloden—I was dead then, was I not?…Two hundred years from now, I shall most certainly be dead, Sassenach…  Be it Indians, wild beasts, a plague, the hangman’s rope, or only the blessing of auld age—I will be dead. … And while you were there—in your own time—I was dead, no?… I was dead, my Sassenach—and yet all that time, I loved you. … So long as my body lives, and yours—we are one flesh,” he whispered.  His fingers touched me, hair and chin and neck and breast, and I breathed his breath and felt him solid under my hand.  Then I lay with my head on his shoulder, the strength of his supporting me, the words deep and soft in his chest.    “And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be your’s Claire—I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.  … Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed.”

“That’s the first law of thermodynamics,” I said, wiping my nose. 

“No,” he said. “That’s faith.” (Drums of Autumn p.321-22)

It makes my heart ache a bit to think of such faith in love.  That’s a good thing too.  I think Ben feels the same way about Grace, so long as she will choose him, and survive the attacks of those meant to .  There’s that finger of doubt chasing him, though.

Death doesn’t stop the love.  The loss of a person physically doesn’t mean the warmth of feeling disappears.  Scents or memories can drop in and collapse the time between in an instant.   Dreams seem like a very logical way to cross the divide.  Visitations can be close in the territory of Morphus.  I wonder if he’s worked out some arrangement with Chronos?  Hmmm.

 

library ghosts December 30, 2011

Filed under: Reading — Shawn Bird @ 1:31 am
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Still less could I be afraid of those ghosts who touch my thoughts in passing.  Any library is filled with them.  I can take a book from dusty shelves, and be haunted by the thoughts of one long dead, still lively as ever in their winding sheet of words.

Diana Gabaldon.  The Fiery Cross

 

standing stones at the solstice… December 21, 2011

I’m spending a lot of time the last couple of months reading Diana Gabaldon novels. The Outlander series is about standing stones, and the opportunity to time travel on the sun and fire feasts of assorted solstices. When I realised the day, I posted this on the Diana Gabaldon Facebook site, but I thought I’d share it with you as well.

On this Winter Solstice Day, may the stones guarding your reality open to your dreams…

What are your dreams?

What is standing in the way of achieving them? If your desires are attainable, just as a little more light is added to each day from today onward to summer, take a few moments daily to take steps to fulfilling those dreams. Write a few words, learn a few things, work out a few minutes. Each small step leads closer to reality. Then the stones of your reality won’t be blocking you, they will be the doors to your destiny.

 

modern medicine? December 15, 2011

Filed under: anecdotes,Reading — Shawn Bird @ 11:22 pm
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You know you’ve been reading a lot (too much?) historical fiction when you have a bad bump, see the bruise brewing in the swelling of the skin and you think, “Damn.  That’s going to be a nasty bruise.  If I could get a leech on it right now, it would be fine.”

Yes.

True story.

 

honor and love December 13, 2011

Filed under: Reading — Shawn Bird @ 12:12 am
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“A romantic or a novelist might count the world well lost for love.  So far as Grey’s own opinion counted, a love that sacrificed honor was less honest than simple lust, and degraded those who professed to glory in it.” 

Diana Gabaldon, Lord John and the Private Matter

 

re-adjusting… December 8, 2011

I was driving home while listening to the audio book of Diana Gabaldon’s Dragonfly in Amber. It’s a brisk December day, -3 Celsius.

At this point in the story, the narrator was discussing about how the day of the Battle of Culloden was bitterly cold. Immediately, in my mind, I envisioned a bitterly cold day. -20 or so. The next line was about how the bodies were stacked wet with blood and rain. Rain. Immediately, I adjusted my vision of the cold 21 degrees warmer…

Then I laughed. So much of the story is contained in the perspective of the reader. I know it intellectually, but it always seems to take me by surprise when I see it in action.

A couple of times I’ve had comments from readers of Grace Awakening that baffled me. Sometimes they’ve just misinterpreted something, or missed some detail, but often it is just that their life experience reveals a different view on the events. It’s interesting.

Bitter cold doesn’t need to be -20 of course. I spent a July in Vancouver one year, and the humidity of the city got into my bones and I was cold all the time. It was much worse than the -20 winter days! Living in the dry interior of BC, I don’t like humidity. Perhaps the weather at Culloden, not far from Inverness and the Channel, was that ‘get into your bones’ bitterness, even though it was above zero.

Adjust while reading.

Carry on.

 

 
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