"I
appreciate that you guys don't climb on a soapbox. Always, I feel
as though you are beside me--not above me, looking down."
- Jo
Ann Sizemore
"Hooray
for an ezine with a sense of humor! I was beginning to think
writers had lost that somewhere along the way. Keep it
up!"
-
John Myrick
"The
Verb is becoming my favorite ezine."
- Bill Jelen
"I
must say your love of history adds an extraordinary element to the
issues. Such sparks of gold remind me what an honorable profession
I have chosen to join."
-
William Landau
"Fantastic
newsletter. I applaud your insight."
-
Malcolm Foster
"You
bring out the little
things I never think about. Keep going! I can't stop
reading!"
-
Irene Clarke
"Thanks
for your help! I'm having one of those "V-8" moments
(hit temple with the palm of hand). Of course! Of course! That's
how it's done!"
-
Jenny Caldwell
"Hey,
just got my first VERB and enjoyed it very much. You're the best
kept secret on the Internet!"
-
John Haydren
"You
forced me to give up my online card game, and write!"
-
Kurt Monahan
"Wow!
Your ezine makes me feel ashamed for giving up. I can write! And I
can get published! Thank you for reminding me that I am, first and
foremost, a writer!"
-
Karen Hayes
"Sometimes
I'm overwhelmed to see so many newsletters in my mailbox. But I
take a deep breath, and open yours first."
-
Paula Hempstead
"This
is a newsletter that always remembers its point. I like
that!"
-
Jack Hosmer
"I
want to thank you for simplifying this craft. I have a tendency to
over-intellectualize every little thing. You've shown
me how to relax and follow the story."
- Eve
Santani
"I
haven't written anything in a while. I've been avoiding my
writing ezines and magazines. Things have been at a dead
stop. Today, however, I forced myself to read your ezine and
had a terrific time. What a great diversion. What a
terrific kick in the pants. You are to be commended for
consistently putting together something so helpful and
professional."
"I
just love your ezine. It's easy to read and highly
motivating."
-
Carole Henderson
"I
really enjoyed reading The VERB this morning. Maybe it was because
Ray Charles had his songs wrapped around you as you wrote it.
Maybe it's because I have finally finished the last rewrite of my
novel and am ready to take the next step in the process of writing:
submitting to an editor. Thank you. When the weather is gray
and oppressive, The VERB is a spot of sunshine."
-
Melody Kincade
"I love your
newsletter, different than all the others I get. It is wonderful. Always
refreshing, among a flood of writer sites, to find one that is truly
unique."
-
Albert Melshenker
"You
got something special here. Don't let the dogs have it!"
- Howard Dietz
"Today,
I read The Verb. Then I wrote for an hour. May not sound like
much, but I have twins. Thanks for the encouragement!"
- Amy Barnes
"Ice
Noodle reminds me of an old English professor: waggishly
grumpy."
-
Trevor Griggs
"Thank
you for the writing tips. You guys are doing a good thing."
-
Missy Nevins
"Your
newsletter, it gave me a boost when I wanted to slam my head in
the wall. Appreciate it."
-
Anthony Zanaboni
"I
appreciate the precise brevity of The Verb. You're passing along
excellent tips while at the same time respecting the value of my
time."
-
William Hosmer
"Thank
you for illustrating, time and time again, the beauty of pausing
before submitting."
-
Melissa Korman
"I just wanted to let
you know that your
e-mag is awesome! Great work!"
"Thanks
for helping me to approach my scenes in a whole new way."
-
Stephen Love
"I enjoy all the good
writing advice you put into The Verb, and I appreciate the time
editors like yourself take to create such publications that are
helpful to so many."
- Terry Weide'
"Mush
Pump and Ice Noodle are nuts. Can I borrow them for a
while?"
-
Cathy Sinclair
"I enjoy The Verb
immensely because your attitude is so uplifting and your articles
so useful (read: written in plain, clear English about things that
matter to writers or ought to)."
- Helen
Losse
"I've
always felt like I was a poor proofreader, but after reading a few
issues of The VERB, I've found a lot of my own mistakes.
Thanks!"
-
Violet Wade
"Thank you for
an intelligent, interesting and informative newsletter. I also
like the format, which
is clean and easy to read. This is definitely one I'll pass on to
my weekly writers' group."
-
Maria Murad
"Thanks so much for a
fine publication... always worth the read. I look forward to
future issues."
"The Verb is the
best Writing newsletter that I receive. It is clear, concise and
doesn't have a lot of unnecessary information. Also, it is
very readable. Some of the newsletters that I subscribe to started
off okay, but have deteriorated considerably. Keep it up!"
-
Audrey Danielson
"I don't know you, but
I know you put together an informative and classy 'zine. Keep it
up!"
- Arley
MacDonald
\
"I'm an Australian
based writer, have just subscribed and am thrilled with your site, it's
just what I need while editing the last in a saga of three novels I've
written over the last four years."
- Loraine Anderson
"What a great
publication! It's so varied and interesting!"
I've recently had
the privilege to correspond with several highly successful writers. And I'm
happy to report we'll have surprises to go
along with the winner's $100 Grand Prize in future contests.
I'm also happy
to report that the majority of these famous authors were very nice folk, as warm and
humble as a newborn baby. But there was one grand poobah (and isn't
there always?) who gave a whole new meaning to the word rude. I
won't publish the name because I don't want you to suffer the same
dilemma I now suffer, which is this: How on earth will I ever be
able to read this person's books again without thinking ... ugh!
How does one separate the ill-mannered person from the well-versed
storyteller? Hmmm ...
The hardworking owner of Compulsive
Reader has written a book! Magdalena
Ball says The Art of Assessment was originally
designed to teach her own reviewers how to assess more
thoroughly and consistently. While doing her research, she found
that there weren't any other books on the market that covered
this relatively hot topic in detail, so The
Art of Assessment became a full fledged commercial offering. Magdalena (don't you love that name?) is giving
away a free How to Become a Reviewer e-course which covers many of the
fundamentals within the book. If you've ever considered reviewing (and
if you love books and other freebies, you really ought to), visit her
website to sign up.
With Labor Day just around the
bend, query letter Opinions will be sent out earlier than previously
announced. So if you entered the past contest, look for yours within the next
few days.
~~~
FOR
YOUR RESEARCH -
Medical Fiction
What's
the biggest problem
crime scene investigators encounter on the job? Contamination by curious
officers. Learn about protecting the crime scene and much much more at
Crime
and Clues.
Before
you give that character an illness, check the symptoms at WebMD.
An invaluable medical resource.
Finally, your
temporary Freedom from Toil is here.
Run the
maze. Eat the pills. Avoid the listeria. OR, for a more challenging
break, do
an ECG on
grumpy Mr. Blue.
Now, without further
ado ... let the action begin!
Elizabeth Guy
Editor
The VERB
is published every
other Monday.
It is sent exclusively
to those who
requested and
confirmed a
subscription.
To manage yours,
please scroll down
to the bottom of
this ezine.
This issue was
published
under the musical influence of
I have a VERY large desk -- an antique
"partner's desk" that was originally designed for two
employees who would face each other -- so at this moment I have
lots of "stuff" on it. I have NO computer or printer
on this one, because I do all my first drafts with pen and
paper.
I have a stack of blank typing paper to write on. I don't
like to work on lined paper because I hate being constrained to
lines when I write. I have a plain old boring Bic ballpoint pen.
A large ceramic desk lamp. A tiny clock to remind me of how much
time I've wasted daydreaming. A photo of my younger son as an
8-year-old. A crystal bowl with paper clips. A city map of
Boston, where my books take place. A dictionary and a Roget's
Thesaurus. A "Name your Baby" book. A textbook on
forensic pathology. The latest issue of Journal of Forensic
Sciences. My reading glasses. A stack of galleys sent to me by
various editors, hoping for quotes (and which I'll probably not
have time to read, much as I want to!) A pocket calculator. A
reference file on Catholic mass. A pile of student manuscripts
(about 600 pages worth!) that I have to read before I teach at
Maui Writers Conference. A tube of hand lotion.
Digging even
deeper (my goodness, but I'm discovering things under all this
mess) some photographs that are about 5 years old which I'd
completely forgotten about. A plastic bag of metal screws, and I
have no idea what they're for. A US road atlas which I thought
I'd lost! A stack of correspondence which I haven't gotten
around to answering, some of it (I'm embarrassed to admit)
months old. And finally, my manuscript in progress.
Oh, by the way, did I tell you I'm only
describing ONE of my desks? There's another one here in my
office, where I keep my computer. And you should see the mess on
THAT one!
Tess
is a retired physician and "the reigning champion of the
medical thriller." She gained nationwide acclaim for her
first novel, the New York Times bestseller HARVEST. She is also
the author of the bestsellers GRAVITY, BLOODSTREAM, LIFE SUPPORT
as well as THE SURGEON, THE APPRENTICE, THE SINNER and
BODY DOUBLE. Her current novel VANISH was released August 23,
2005. Visit her website.
Prescribe means
to order the use of a medicine or other treatment. "Having
discovered an illness, it's not terribly useful to prescribe death as a
cure."
Proscribe meansto
prohibit or condemn. "If they are bad things, shouldn’t
Congress have the authority to proscribe them?"
In 1888 London, the months of August, September and November became known
as the Autumn
of Terror. During this time, a serial killer stalked the dark streets, murdering and
mutilating prostitutes.
The police were stumped.
The only clue came from the surgeons who examined the bodies. Most
believed the killer had to have some degree of medical knowledge to do what he
did. In one case, he removed a kidney from the front rather than the side
without damaging any surrounding organs. In
another case, he removed the sexual organs with one clean stroke of the
knife. These were extraordinary feats, they decided, considering that the
crimes were committed outside, in almost total darkness and under the
constant threat of being seen.
Then a letter arrived.
Addressed to the Central
News Agency in London, and forwarded to the Metropolitan Police, the letter began with the salutation, Dear Boss.
The author claimed to be the killer and promised to "clip off the
lady's ear" when he committed his next murder. Believing it to be a hoax (what murderer in his right mind would write to
the authorities?), the police ignored it. Three days later, two more prostitutes
were murdered and, sure enough, one of them had a large portion of her
earlobe removed. The police had no choice but to take another look at the letter. They had it published in every major newspaper
hoping someone would
recognize the handwriting.
Instead the police and press were inundated with over 600 letters from people claiming to be the killer.
Several individuals, including two women, were arrested and charged for
writing such hoaxes. After an exhaustive investigation, police officials stated
emphatically the letter that started it all--by this time, termed the “Dear Boss” letter--was a hoax
written by an overzealous newspaper reporter.
To this day, no one knows for sure whether any of
the letters that reached the authorities during that autumn were from the
actual killer. But one thing's for sure--the first letter was responsible
for bestowing upon the killer his now infamous name. It was signed, Jack
the Ripper.
When
a person experiences severe trauma,
the nervous system goes into shock, creating a pain-free window that lasts
from thirty minutes up to an hour. After that, look out! The
excruciating pain can send the victim into cardiovascular shock.
"It
was the moment of truth every surgeon faced, a time when rigid
control on his part was the patient's sole chance of survival."
~
Frank Gill Slaughter was born in Washington, D.C.
~ At the age
of five, he and his family moved to a farm in North Carolina.
They grew tobacco and corn.
~ After
graduating from Oxford High School, Frank studied at Duke
University in Durham. In 1930, he received his medical degree
from John Hopkins Medical School in Baltimore.
~ In 1933 he
married Jane Mundy, a nurse. The following year they moved to
Jacksonville, Florida and began a family. Frank worked as a
staff surgeon at Herman Kiefer Hospital, but during this time he
began to write.
~ Frank
served in the US Medical Corps during World War II. In 1944 he
was promoted to lieutenant colonel.
~ Frank's
first novel, That None Should Die, was partly
autobiographical and finally published in 1941, after five
rewrites.
~ When the
war ended, Frank devoted himself entirely to writing, usually
producing one novel a year. Several of his books were made into
films, including Sangaree, The Story of Ruth and Doctors'
Wives.
~ Frank's
novels drew on his own experience as a physician and reflected
his interest in history and the Biblical world. He introduced
readers to exciting findings in medical research and new
inventions in medical technology.
~ Frank's
last book, The Transplant, was published in 1987, but he
continued to write to the end of his life. Bedridden, he
dictated passages into a tape recorder.
~ At the age
of 93, he died in Jacksonville, where he had lived for nearly
five decades.
~ Frank
Slaughter's books have sold more than 60 million copies.
Dangling participles
are those naughty little phrases
that can't seem to keep track of the subject. They start out fine, but they
lose their way just past the comma.
Unless you wish to elicit chuckles from
your readers, make sure the idea or person you've described in the
modifying phrase is the subject of the sentence.
EXAMPLE: Rushing into the emergency room, the screams hit Chuck's ears.
CLEANED UP:
Rushing into the emergency room, Chuck heard the screams.
EXAMPLE:
Having nothing else to lose, the cards fell
from Leo's hands.
CLEANED UP:
Having nothing else to lose, Leo lowered his cards.
EXAMPLE: Blinking back tears, the gun rose to his face.
CLEANED UP:
Blinking back tears, Ellie raised the gun to his face.
Uncertain
of a piece of your writing?
Send it to us
and we'll clean it up in a future
issue.
I want to see
my work in print.
- 83% I want to write a bestseller
that's
made into a movie. -
16% I want to write a
bestseller AND write the screenplay. - 1%
"To
one day hold my book in my hands--that is what I live to see." - Angela
King
"I'm
handicapped. Writing this email is a challenge. Still, my loftiest
ambition is to see my story in print and to have other people read my
words." - Robert Wasserman
"Is
not the main reason for writing to share your imagination with others?
If I'm never published, I would feel like a failure." - Diane
Scott-Gilstrap
"I
want to write a bestseller that's made into a movie. Actually, I have
already written it. I co-wrote a paranormal novel with two friends. We
are searching for a publisher, turned one down so far (can you believe
it, we actually turned one DOWN???!!!) who believes as much as we do
that this is a great novel for a movie. I am way beyond just wanting
to see my work in print as I have been writing for a local newspaper
for five years, have stories in 15 anthologies and have three books of
my own. I would like to write the screenplay to my novel, but have so
much to do (have to work a "normal" job to pay my bills...)
that I am afraid to tackle that." - Heide
Kaminski
CHALKBOARD
Here's a chance to show off your
writing!
Send us an excerpt of which you are especially proud. If it's chosen, we'll publish it here in a future issue.
Approximately 500 words. Any genre. You, of course, retain all rights.
It will remain in The VERB archives until you ask us to remove
it.
Subject:
CHALKBOARD submission
(Feel free to include a bio.)
A DIVIDED HEART by
Marty Wilbanks
"As
my eyes drifted past the rose bushes, I spied a golden flash. A match crept up to a
man's face, illuminating his handsome features in a soft glow. A Yankee, lighting his pipe, stared directly
at me."
I tossed and turned, listening to horses gallop
up and down the road. Men called out to other men in an authoritative
tone. Lieutenant Baker, where are your men? Captain Wainright,
the general wishes to see you. Was the entire Yankee army
vampires in uniform? Why couldn't they go to sleep with the rest
of Atlanta, or at least respect those who had?
I crawled out of my cold bed and moved to the window. Glowing fires dotted the
darkness--some on Mrs. Ledbetter's property, some in Mr. Robertson's
field and three in my very own yard. As my eyes drifted past the
rose bushes,
I spied a golden flash. A match crept up to a man's face, illuminating
his handsome features in a soft glow. A Yankee,
lighting his pipe, stared directly at me.
Why, I realized, it was the same colonel I had dealt with earlier.
The one who refused me an interview with General Sherman. Doyle.
Colonel Franklin Doyle. What on earth was he doing here?
I stepped back, my heart racing. Could it be Emily had been right? Did Sherman have the nerve to send his men at this hour
and yank us from our very beds? Nonsense. Colonel Doyle was
simply out enjoying the night air. He had ridden down
Butler Street and rested his horse beside our rose bushes and
stared up at my window because ... because ...
I wrapped my shawl tighter around me. "If
you intend to take me in my sleep, Colonel, you'll do it while I'm
awake."
There's an ache in
your heart, and it won't go away--you have to become a professional writer. It's a common ailment,
brought on by various hungers. Glory. Wealth. Revenge. Self-satisfaction. All of the above.
Take the quiz below to find the
cause, and treatment, of your persistent ache.
1. Now that you're
determined to pursue a writing career. How do you get started?
a) Announce you'll teach Stephen King a thing or two.
b) Borrow a friend's typewriter, desk, lamp
and paper.
c) Write.
2. You run
across a beginners writing class that is taking place a mile from your
home. How do you react?
a) "I prefer to teach
myself."
b) "Hundred dollar
tuition? I'm the writer. People are supposed to pay me, not vice
versa."
c) "How soon can I start?"
3. Your
project isn't coming together as you envisioned, and you don't know how to
fix it. What do you do?
a) Whine and moan to all who will listen.
b) Keep doing the same thing over and
over, hoping for a miracle.
c) Pay a reputable professional for
advice.
4. Writing contests
are all over the Internet. What criteria do you use to enter one?
a) "I enter only free contests
with huge money prizes."
b) "Entry fee?
I'm the writer. People are supposed to pay me, not vice
versa."
c) "I first investigate a
contest that appeals to me. When I'm satisfied it's on the level, I enter
it even if it has an entry fee."
5. You've slowly
come to the realization that a serious writer needs a website. What do you
do?
a) Wait for your future agent to handle that.
b) Get a free website that slams
visitors with a ga-zillion pop-up ads.
c) Find a web host, purchase a domain
name, and learn to design your own pages.
If you chose the A
answers, you're suffering from a bit of "prima-donna-itis." You
seek the glory. Getting down and dirty with the mechanics of the craft,
however, is
beneath you. Take two spoonfuls of humility and learn to ask for
help.
If you chose the B
answers, you're suffering from a case of "stingy-roids." You
seek maximum return with zero investment. Heard the saying, You get
what you give? If you adamantly insist on giving nothing to your
craft, that's exactly what you're going to get. Take two shots of generosity
and learn to invest in yourself.
If you chose the C
answers, you're suffering from a touch of "common-sense-oma."
You seek a writing career. And you realize that a successful one demands a
mixture of blood, sweat, tears, time, thought and money.May you never recover.
"He
had the habit of
soaring up into the sunset and sitting around in a large pink
cloud like a kid bouncing on a feather bed. Then, one day, he
soared higher and farther than he knew, having, perhaps, grown
careless through over-confidence.... At the end of that period
Giddy, together with a tangle of wire, silk, wood, and something
that had been the mechanic, lay inside the German lines, and you
would hardly have thought him worth disentangling.
They
did disentangle him, though, and even patched him up pretty
expertly, but not so expertly, perhaps, as they might have,
being enemy surgeons and rather busy with the patching of their
own injured. The bone, for example, in the lower right arm
knitted promptly and properly, being a young and healthy bone,
but they rather overlooked the matter of arm nerves and muscles,
so that later, though it looked a perfectly proper arm, it
couldn't lift three pounds.
His
head had emerged slowly, month by month, from swathings of
gauze. What had been quite a crevasse in his skull became only a
scarlet scar that his hair pretty well hid when he brushed it
over the bad place. But the surgeon, perhaps being overly busy,
or having no real way of knowing that Giddy's nose had been a
distinguished and aristocratically hooked Gory nose, had
remolded that wrecked feature into a pure Greek line....
"Look
here!" he protested to the surgeon, months too late.
"Look here, this isn't my nose."
"Be
glad," replied the practical Prussian person, "that
you have any."