Shawn L. Bird

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what’s lingering from #SIWC2012 November 7, 2012

As I pound away on my NaNoWriMo piece, I keep hearing a voice in my head.  Not surprisingly, it’s Diana Gabaldon’s <g> but it’s not the advice I thought I was taking from my blue pencil or all the workshops I attended at the Surrey International Writers’ Conference.

At my blue pencil, Diana and I discussed historical language, dialogue, and whatnot, and while that was important,  what I keep hearing in my head is her laughing voice summarizing,  “You need to have something happen …   And it needs to be something fairly interesting.”

I mean, that’s not news.  That’s so obvious that it’s painful.  She was specifically saying that if the section of my historical novel that she read was going to end up as the beginning, then something intense had to happen.  However, the line is turning into a mantra when ever I sit down to write.  I suspect that is what makes Diana’s books so  engaging.  On EVERY page, something happens.  It’s good advice.  Don’t explain.  Make things happen.

As I write, I can clearly hear Diana’s voice, chuckling with me, just as my time with her was running out, and I think that basic though this comment might be, it might be the most important thing I took away from SIWC this year.

Something has to happen.

I intend to ponder it a lot.  We are authors.  We make things happen.  All these NaNoWriMo words are created from nothing.  We’re making things happen.  When I’m typing away I need to keep making things happen.

In my life, I need to make things happen.

NaNoWriMo count day 7: 1651  (Total 10,664)

 

So, whatcha writin’ in that NaNoWriMo thing, anyway? November 6, 2012

Thought you might like to see what’s coming along.  Ben is now at University of Calgary with his friends Paul and Ryan.  (Craigie Hall is the music building). Grace is living in the Shuswap with her Auntie Bright.  If you’re new to the story, you should know that Grace and Ben are connected telepathically.  Ben is the earthly realm form of the demi-god Orpheus.  He’s narrating.

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I was walking down a corridor in Craigie Hall when a stab of pain crashed into my head.  I staggered into the wall, and grabbed for support.

A girl rushed over to me, “Are you okay?”

I shook my head, gasping, and she guided me to a bench.  I dropped my head between my knees.  “I’ll be okay.  It’s fine.”  The pain wasn’t mine, it was reverberating from Grace.  She didn’t know yet how to completely control her side of our connection.  Her calls to me were generally hesitant and gentle.  I had to be fully open to catch her tentative yearnings in my direction.  This time, her anguish exploded with her full power.  Without any guards up against it, she had blown me over with the image that was filling her head: a girl with brightly coloured hair, twisted into dreadlocks in the hallway of her school.

“Grace!”  I shouted back into her mind.

“Everything is okay, Ben,” she thought in reply.

“Who was that?” or what was that?  It was something from the Other Realm, that was clear enough, but what was it doing in Grace’s new school?  Had they followed her and sent something evil to attack her there?  It was supposed to be safe there!

“I don’t know.  What are you worried about, Ben?”

“Nothing,” I spit out. I needed help.  Grace needed help.  Right now.  I’ll talk to you later.”

I pushed into the men’s washroom.  Thankfully it was empty.  I spun into the Other Realm igniting the room with light as I vanished.  In the flashing glow, I didn’t notice that someone had pushed through the door.

“Mars!” I shouted into the Other Realm.  “Where are you!” 

Alexandros sauntered out from the foggy gloom.  “He’s busy.”

“What do you mean busy?  He’s needed.  Something is wrong in the Shuswap.  Grace is in trouble.”

Xandros nodded, pursing his lips.  “Ah yes.  We figured that would happen.”

“What do you mean?” I snarled at him, nostrils flaring.  “You knew?”

“Calm down.  This is exactly why you make such a terrible guardian.  You lose all sense when there’s danger.   You have to be cool and cautious when there’s trouble.  You can’t go all wild and hysterical.”  He shook his head at me.

“Well, I’m not a guardian anymore, am I?  Mars is.  And he’s missing!”

Xandros punched me, hard in the bicep. 

I raised my fist to return a shot, but his guard was up, and he caught it easily in his fist.  “You’re such an idiot,” he said, holding my fist tightly in his.  “Where do you think Mars is?”

“What?”  I loosened the tension in my arm, and he let my fist go.  “Is he at Grace’s school?”

Xandros rolled his eyes.  “He’s doing his job, O.  Now it’s time for you to leave Grace in our hands.  You go back to Earth and do your job.  Go back to your nest of musicians and make pretty melodies.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“He’s guarding her?”

He nodded.  “She’s in good hands.”

“Better than mine, you mean?”

He smirked.  “You said it, I didn’t.  Go on.  It’s under control.”

I studied his face.  He was an irritating, obnoxious ass, but he was reliable in a fight.  Between Mars and Alexandros, Grace was in better hands than she’d been when I was her guardian.  It just wasn’t easy to trust the girl I loved out of my sight, though.  Not when either of them would happily take her from me for themselves.

I nodded.  “All right then.  Thank you.”

I spun back into the washroom, narrowly missing landing with my foot in an unflushed toilet.  As I  stepped off the rim a voice greeted me.

“Are you going to tell me what the hell that’s about?”

I snapped my head to the speaker and sighed, “Hi, Paul.”

He raised an eyebrow.  “Hello.  Don’t change the subject.”

“Is there a subject?”

“Well, apparently my best friend can vanish in flashes of light and reappear in toilets like some kind of janitorial Superman.  I’d say that’s a pretty interesting subject.”

I swallowed.  “Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain…” I intoned in a hypnotic voice, “You didn’t see anything…”

“Bullshit,” he said conversationally.

“Paul.”

“We’ve been friends for what?  Four years?  We’ve been there for each other.  You help me out.  I help you out.  Never once did you ever mention that you had magical powers.”

“You believe in magical powers?  I could have sworn you were more sensible than that.  Do you believe in fairies, too?”

“Nope.  But I saw you come into this room.  When I opened the door, I saw that weird light.  You were glowing and then it…swallowed you.  You were no longer in the room.  I looked.  I even lifted up the lid on the damned toilet tank, Ben!  You were not here.  Then there’s another flash, and there you are, pulling your foot out of a toilet bowl like you were visiting the Ministry of Magic or something .  I know what I saw, bro.”  He crossed his arms across his chest and watched me.   His face showed confusion, irritation, and just a little bit of fear.  “You weren’t at the Ministry of Magic, were you?”

I sighed.  “I can’t explain, Paul.”

“Is it something to do with Grace?”

Wasn’t everything to do with Grace?  I took a deep breath.  “You have to trust me, Paul.  I can’t tell you anything about this.  It’s not safe for you to know anything.”

“So Ryan was right?  We are in danger around you?”

I shrugged my shoulders.  “I don’t know what the hell is going on here.  It makes no sense.  No one should be after me.  They’re still after Grace, that’s for certain.  You should be safe with me, but you might not be if you know everything.  Like who I am.”

He studied me, reading my eyes to see if I was lying to him.  “Who you are or what you are?”

I raised my hands is silent appeal.

Finally, he nodded, and unfolded his arms.  “We’re late for [ subject ] class.  Come on.”  He pushed open the door.

“Thanks.”

He nodded.  “We’ve been friends for four years, after all.  That’s got to be worth something.”

I smiled.  “It is.  I’ve never lied to you Paul.  I’m not starting now.”

“Good.”

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NaNoWriMo total for day 6: 589  words (November total: 9013)

 

The truth about history November 5, 2012

“A story can be new and yet tell about olden times.  The past comes into existence with the story…  Beginning at the moment when you gave it its name…it has existed forever.”

Michael Ende.  The Neverending Story (Large print edition, p. 305).

I’ve been reading The Neverending Story for the last few days.  I came across this quote today, and it struck me as being rather profound within the context of the historical fiction workshops I attended at SIWC.

The history described may be factual, but its interpretation is imagined.  Scenarios are created.  Some may have happened ‘sort of’ like the author imagined, or maybe not. However, once the reader has that account in his head, it becomes the story of the history.  It becomes the reader’s experience and it colours his/her understanding of history.

I was on London’s Tower Hill last spring, and saw a plaque commemorating the deaths of Balmerino and Simon Fraser, Lord Lovat.  They were real people who were beheaded for their involvement with Charles Stewart.  They died in 1746 and 1747, but I grieved them as if I’d known them when I saw that plaque.  I touched it and felt a pang of loss, because I’d met them in the pages of Diana Gabaldon’s books.  She’d made them real.

Were the real men anything like she portrayed them?  I don’t know.   She called forth a story, and it existed from olden times.

It’s rather daunting for anyone contemplating writing historical fiction.  We may be re-creating history.  What a trust!

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NaNoWriMo report for Day 5: 1698 words   (Total: 8424)

 

Why do NaNoWriMo? November 4, 2012

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From Kevin Wilson, the author of The Family Fang and Tunneling to the Center of the Earth:

You are embarking upon a month-long incantation that might, possibly, produce magic.

And that is what everyone wants, something magical and transformative. Everyone wants to write a novel that succeeds in all the ways we want a story to succeed. And I doubt there is any pep talk that could enumerate the great things that can come from this endeavor in a way that equals what you’ve already considered. So, instead, I offer something that might be less pleasing now, but hopefully gains power in the immediate aftermath of this month. Regardless of the words that fill those pages, whatever story you choose to tell, the great discovery of this month will be the stack of pages that bears the words that did not exist a mere month before. You will possess the evidence of time spent at your computer, unspooling the narrative in your head. You will have hard evidence, and this will always grant you conviction.

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NaNoWriMo word count day 4: 2481    (Total 6836)

 

Mark Coker on ebook self-publishing November 3, 2012

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Mark Coker’s eBook self publishing workshop for California Writers’ Group in Sacramento

I want this to come up as a box like it does with Youtube videos, but apparently it’s not going to.  Sorry.

Mark’s presentation is empowering and interesting.  Armed with data and an exploration of future trends, as well as practical lessons, Mark looks at self-publishing, using his Smashwords model.

I’ll balance it tomorrow with my notes from agent and author Donald Maass, who is in the ‘traditional publishing’ camp.

In the meantime, just click the link above and enjoy Mark’s expertise!

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NaNoWriMo update:

Day 2: 5 words (ouch!)

Day 3:  2680

 

literary strip tease? November 1, 2012

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 “…what is it about literary endeavour that strips a man of all dignity?

Ian Weir in Daniel O’Thunder  (p. 73)

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NaNoWriMo update: 1670 down, 48,330 words to go

 

NaNoWriMo begins… October 31, 2012

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November is National Novel Writing Month.  Participants in NaNoWriMo are challenged to write 50,000 words  of a novel throughout the month and keep track of their output on a central site.  1667 words per day.

The NaNo team sends you a calendar and encouraging emails.  If you have friends doing it, you can watch each others’ stats, in order to nag or cheer each other.  You can find other writers in your area by writing in a central location.  They suggest libraries or independent book stores.  I have decided our local McDonalds offers the best hours and space, but I haven’t managed to ask them if they’d like to officially participate! (This would involve putting up a WRITER AT WORK sign and leaving us alone).

If you work full time and have several activities that fill your free time, getting 1667 words per day offers some serious challenges.  But you want to WIN, so you make the effort!

Winning at NaNoWriMo means you reached that magic number.  You succeeded in pounding out 50,000 words.  You get to feel the thrill of accomplishment that comes from a sustained, anguished effort to force your muse to be at the top of her game every day, inspiring you to a hitherto unimagined production of words…

I will be hosting NaNoWriMo in my class room throughout November.  During lunch hours students will be welcome to come and write along with me.  Of course, 30 mins of time is not likely to equal 1667 words, but it should be quite possible to regularly reach 1000 words .  33 words a minute seems far more plausible that 56 words a minute for some reason.  Maybe because while I can type at 60 words a minute, doing it for 30 minutes suggests a need for support staff and a lot of caffeine.  But it’s possible.

What might NOT be possible while doing NaNoWriMo is creating brilliant blog posts every day.

I may post samples of what I’m writing, or forward the odd bit of brilliance that comes my way.

I may go through my files of quotes I’ve found in my reading, and share them.

I might find time to go through my SIWC2012 notes, tidy the phrases into sentences and get one posted now and then.

Or I might not.

Be patient with me, dear reader.  I am diving off the deep end, and I may not come up for air until hubby’s big birthday on the 30th.

 

Historical Fiction- Riding the Wave by CC Humphreys workshop notes October 30, 2012

This post is based on my notes from  CC Humphreys’ workshop “Historical Fiction- Riding the Wave” at Surrey International Writers’ Conference, October 21, 2012.  If you were at this workshop, and think I’ve misrepresented anything, please let me know in the comments below!  In places my notes were cryptic!

C.C. (Chris) Humphreys has written several styles of historical fiction:

epic: A Place Called Armageddon

biography: Vlad

swashbuckler: Jack Absolute series

Writing is about character.  Fit them into historical context.  What’s important is people in a situation, whether the time is 500 years ago or 5000.  They’re still people.

Tell yourself, “I’m a modern novelist I write for today I address today’s issues.”  Whatever the theme is emerges sometimes years after.  You see the thematic threads later.  What you’re writing is set in a previous context, but it reflects today’s concerns

Research- how why what

Look up stuff .  Anything you use is as a tool for telling a story.  Diana Gabaldon describes a  master who seemed to believe for history books, “I’ve suffered for my research, now it’s your turn.”  The research Chris does gets him going, but in the end research has to be a tool of the characters.  You can’t appreciate the character’s journey without their context.

No tangents and sidebars! If the history needs to be there to make sense of the character’s experience, then make an active choice around it.  For example, in A Place Called Armageddon, he had to address the schism between the branches of Christianity.  Orthodox and Roman churches governed people’s lives in Constantinople, Constantine. said he’d covert to Roman Catholicism if Europe would support him in war.  So the information must be given.  Another character needs to tell the information.  In Vlad– the Balkan history was complex and necessary.  He had to use structural device to oscillate between fact and story.  In his case the device was either friend, lover, or confessor gathered in a basement talking about their experiences.

There are stakes involved in the research.  It’s all about being active in historical research.  In his case, he would bring the reader back to the dungeon to discuss needed information.  People need the info, you tell it very actively through conversation, etc

With his first novel The French Executioner, he spent 6 years researching.  He was scared of writing it.  He felt he had to research until he knew everything, but it’s not necessary!  It’s just procrastination!    Do enough to get going, but then start writing, and fill holes as you need to.  Julian Barnes said, “History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.”  Facts are loose.  Our history has been selected as fact by people who wanted to tell a story.

Write the best book you can write.  The excitement is rearranging the facts to suit the story.  If someone writes you later and says, “This is wrong,” so what?  You wrote a book!  Don’t do anything egregious, but it’s not your prime concern.  Your concern is telling a good story.

There is so much that you don’t have control over, simplify to what you can control.  Your attitude is controllable.  Dismiss as absurd that there is a panel of experts ready to shred your book.  They don’t exist. They’re not relevant.  Ignore them.

Do the research.  It doesn’t open telling details.  It’s a springboard to the imagination

Some tips:

For the rhythm and vocabulary of the time, read the plays written in the time period to see how people speak  buzz words, ways of talking.

For the emotional life of the period, read the poetry of the period

To the reader- dramatic reading, to give the context.  it’s the compact with  the reader, if you have a obscure time period, give an active explanation to tell them what they need to know.

Put your character in peril!

Process-

When handling all the different elements, break down the process, simply because it’s easy to be overwhelmed.  Novel writing is like mountain climbing. First ascent should be as free form as possible.  Writing the novel will give you more ideas for the novel.

Psychology of time-

Different psychology is evident in different periods.  People’s beliefs and attitudes of the time aren’t necessarily the same.  Don’t put anachronistic things into period character’s mouths, but your readers are modern.  Shakespeare still relevant because at their core the stories are about people.  People don’t change.

Plausible for the time and the people.  Address details in subsequent drafts if they seem anachronistic.  Balance it out: take the character on a journey so a modern change happens logically.  Emotions don’t change.  We still have primal emotions.

Should you go visit the place where your story is set?

How you arrive there is tricky.  Even if you visit the place where your story is set, it won’t be the same.  Go if you can, though.  If you go, there are very different atmospheres to absorb.  There are sounds and scents.  Engage your senses.  If you can’t go, it’s trickier, but we have a modern world with amazing things on the internet.

Use an Aide memoire while you’re there, or heck, write a whole scene.  Make notes, record your feelings, and then months later you’ll be able to pull it out and put it into the story.

Readers who love historical fiction are after characters, but also time and place.  Pay attention to how time and place has changed.   Consider what is the same?

The goal is an intimate epic.

If you feel you want to abandon the book you’re writing for another project, are you being distracted by something shiny bright and new- or just stuck?  If you can’t go on, that’s fair, but don’t be distracted just to avoid doing the hard work.  You will get to places when you just need to plough through.

Writing dialogue- balance ye olde English with clearly understandable writing.  Personally, you’ve got to be a little careful with it, but not so much that you restrict your character’s voice.  Let them say whatever you want in the first draft.  Slang is just ways we’ve come to get the point across.  Find something they can say in 1692.  Cussing can be a problem – soldiers need a certain saltiness – something analogous to the act of sex, but do the terms bring you out of the time period?  Make a choice for your reader.

Recommended reading for finding vocabularly: Shakespeare’s  Glossary of words by David Crystal

The further back you go in time, the easier it is, especially if it’s a foreign tongue.  Find an equivalent phrase to create a reasonably easy way for your characters to speak.  Make them more articulate than normal people on the street, though many were well educated.  In novels- it’s about style, right.  Find the truth in the character and then the character will speak truthfully.  Be sure you offer readability for the modern reader, while honouring the age you’re writing about.

Consider the marketing line in one sentence: e.g.  “Elizabethan spy novel.”   They expect your character to be unexpected.  It’s all about exploration, pushing the boundaries!

e.g. Jack Absolute:- Double O 7 of the 1770s

The reader can figure out the words you use.  They’re not stupid.

Audience member: Or you can do what Diana Gabaldon did and write a book that explains the first 4 books.

Chris: But that’s Diana you see.  She doesn’t sleep.

 

learning, looking back, and moving on October 29, 2012

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My father asked me tonight if I’d learned anything at ‘that conference’ I went to, and whether I would change anything from my last books as a result.

No.

So it’s perfect, as it is?

Yes, Dad.  It’s as perfect as I could make it.   I went to the conference for the NEXT book.  All the workshops I picked were about the next project.

A little while later he tried again, trying to convince me that I didn’t understand his initial question.  Wouldn’t I change things, if I was starting over now?

No.  The book is what it needed to be.

He sighed, sure that I wasn’t getting his point.

I know he didn’t get mine.

Every day you’d write a different book.  Every day your words are new.

You can’t look back.  The last project is finished.

There is no point writing if you’re not trying to write the best book you can, at the time.

There’s not point thinking about what you should/could/would do once it’s out, though.  Once it’s in the publisher’s hands, it’s no longer yours to fret over. It’s gone.  It has its own life.  It makes its own connections with readers.

Luckily, Grace is doing just fine.  I don’t have to worry about ways I may have failed her.  I poured the best I had into her world.  It’s done.  She’s being well received.  Is she perfect?  Well, probably not.  But she’s as perfect as I could make her at the time, which means, Yes. She is.

It’s like raising children.  You do the best you can, and then you send them out into the world.  If your personal imperfections cause trouble for your kids as adults, there’s no point beating yourself up about it, or even contemplating what you could have done differently.  You did the best you could at the time, and now you have to look toward the future and doing even better.

Behind us lies the way of madness.  There can be no room for regret, only moving forward, to become the best we can be for the next project.  We learn to improve for the future, not to improve the past.

Past perfect 🙂

 

author take aways video October 28, 2012

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After the Surrey International Writers Conference, while people were packing up, Michele asked writers what they were taking away from the event.  I am in the video at 4:41 after ‘noted author Sam Sykes,’ who is apparently stunned at being groped by an old lady.  For the record: it wasn’t me.

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