Shawn L. Bird

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writing quote- write to know them September 3, 2013

Anne Lamott in Bird by Bird writes about the importance of learning about your characters as you’re writing them:

Say this boy meets a girl….Things need to happen.  Then need to get to know each other, even if just a little.  They will talk to each other, and they will talk about each other to friend.  Get all this down.  After you’ve spent a while with them, they will start to sound more like themselves–because you are getting to really know them…

The better you now the characters, the more you’ll things from their point of view.  You need to trust that you’ve got it in you to listen to people, watch them, and notice what they wear and how they move, to capture a sense of how they speak. 

As you learn who your characters are, compassion for them will grow.  There shouldn’t be just a single important character in your work for whom you have compassion.  You need to feel it even for the villain–in fact, especially for the villain.  Life is not like formula fiction.  The villain has a heart, and the hero has great flaws.  You’ve got to pay attention to what each character says, so you can know each of their hearts.

The books that stay with you are the books that have characters with many dimensions to their personalities.  Yin and yang.  Evil in the good.  Good in the evil.

One of my favourite examples of this is Laoghaire MacKenzie in Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series.  In the first book, we hate her for being so jealous of Claire that she sets her up to be burnt as a witch.  By the end of the series we sympathize with the bitterness that grew when she realised her adoration was unrequited.  She loves Jamie, and since we as readers do too, we can relate to her pain at not ever being loved as she wanted to be by the man she has loved since childhood.  She believed erroneously that they were star-crossed lovers.

What examples from your reading support this view?  What author is a master at this strong character development?

 

crows

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:42 pm

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Flying oilslick

on thrumming wings

collapses on my pine tree

and stares at me

daring me.

My protectors

bark their disapproval

and it languidly lifts off

trailing them behind.

Until they reach the fence,

then, tails

immensely satisfied,

lope back to me,

for their reward.

Black garbed intimidators

with steely eyes

do not impress

the wolf clan.

This is a comfort.

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poem- celebration shoes September 2, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:01 pm
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I wear my celebrations

sassily, upon my feet.  

Stutting to the future,

prancing forward.

No dark days or dreary feet,

in the walk to destiny,

just delightful dancing shoes

shepherding me onward.

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My “I finally got a continuing teaching contract!” celebration shoes: Bellevue Sally Skull

My “I survived the slowest drive to and from Vancouver on the TransCanada” celebration shoes: Bellevue Laura Hart.  (Yeah.  Sometimes any excuse for celebration will do! lol)

Laura Evans (Grey & Burgundy)

They’re both Fluevogs, of course.  More particularly they’re both part of the brilliant Bellevue heel family.  Bellevues are my favourite Vog style because of their very soft leathers, comfortable height for working all day,  and for their fun style that stretches comfortably into the evening.  Their motto is “Keeping pushing West beyond your imagination” and they’re named after real Wild West entrepreneurial ladies (ech hem) with very interesting stories.

Here’s Sally Skull’s bio and here is Laura Evan’s.  Feisty girls!

 

poem- serendipity September 1, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:28 pm
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The scenic route was lovely

and when I attempted to return to the highway

I took a wrong turn and found myself

above it all.

Beautiful blue sky day

The lake vividly stretching before me.

I savour the view as a serendipitous

opportunity to slow down

and look around.

No hurry.

Look.

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Kalamalka Lake.  Taken with my iPhone.

 Through the grass you can see the highway I was supposed to have been on.  

Instead, I ended up on a cul de sac of nice homes.

Kal Lake grass forefront

 

Create your talent

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:54 am

A thought worth re-visiting. What do you think about this concept? Is it about talent or perseverance.

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“You don’t believe in natural talent?”

“The premise can be insidious.  If we find something doesn’t come naturally, we might conclude we have no talent for it and abandon the pursuit, even if it’s to our detriment.”

“So what causes success?”

“If you believe in deliberate practice, artfully designed hard work and always stretching beyond your abilities.  It’s not as simple as ‘Practice makes perfect.’  It’s continually focusing on your weakest elements and trying to improve them.  Those who persevere are high achievers.”

“…The key lies in knowing what you deeply want.  The more you want something, the easier it is to sweat through the deliberate practice.”

“So you make your own luck?…”

Kerry Reichs in Leaving Unknown

Kerry seems to be describing Gladwell’s Rule of 10,000.  The concept is quite simple.  If you put 10,000 hours into something–anything–you will be successful.  Whether you begin with ‘natural talent’ or…

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poem- East Hastings August 30, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:32 pm
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From the bus window

we watched the people

sitting around the needle exchange

tarps arranged against rain

carts piled high

to match their owners’ mental states.

Someone’s sister, daughter, mother.

Someone’s brother, son, father

Too many someones

looking dark, dirty, and desperate.

They watched us on the bus

as we watched them

Each of us in our own cages

looking through our own bars.

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Gordon Campbell.  This street didn’t look like this before your time.  You have a lot to answer for!

Here’s a good photo on this blog.

 

 

poem- mountain climbing August 29, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:01 pm
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I thought I was at the base of the mountain, ready to start climbing,

but I realise that I am actually

at Mountain Equipment Co-op

looking for supplies.

I have to be on the mountain

ready or not

and I need ropes,

and crampons,

and carabiners.

I need to know how to climb.

I want to climb

I want to see the view from the heights

know I’ve conquered my fears

risen above

fought a good fight.

So I am heading to

the base camp, looking up,

and starting the climb,

armed with attitude

perseverance,

hope,

faith,

and desire.

I will climb this mountain

step

by

step.

 

video- wherein Shawn recites a tongue twister with increasing speed August 28, 2013

Filed under: fun,video — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:16 pm
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One of my stranger talents is the recitation of this tongue twister.  My students over the years have been entertained, and the last couple of years they have encouraged me to record it for Youtube.  Here it is at last!  lol  Enjoy! 😉

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The words are,

“Betty Botter bought some butter, but she said, the butter’s bitter.  If I put it in my batter, it will make my butter bitter.  So she bought a bit of butter, better than the bitter butter, and she put it in her batter and the batter wasn’t bitter. So t’was better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter.”

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poem- drinking problem August 27, 2013

Filed under: fun,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:18 pm
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Your rose velvet tongue

washes with water, cool and clear

You stretch and strain as if to gather

rain drops-

but stop!

Listen!

as you lick those glistening lips,

Your kisses become unwelcome, quick!

We stand  disgusted and agog:

Don’t drink

from the toilet,

dog!

 

poem- your story August 26, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:45 am
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Your story is locked inside

You won’t talk, instead

you find a new subject:

clothes or garden.

‘What’s done is done,’

you say.

‘That was another day.’

History locked away

inside a vault,

leaving fathomless mysteries

names on birth certificates

and censuses.

Secrets saved as treasures,

Truth tucked tightly behind

closed doors

you won’t unlock.