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musical influence of
My writing desk is, unfortunately, neither a
guide to my writer's soul nor full of those cute writerly types
of things designed to inspire me. There isn't room for
affirmations, slogans, a pretty coffee cup (though an empty one
sits on the speaker nearby) or cute pens.
Instead my desk is a revamped gored out
antique (we call it a "so-called antique" since it is
probably a fake) with a glass bookshelf hovering (a little
precariously) over the desk, full of books (not the only
bookshelf in the house I'm afraid) and in front of me squeezed
together fairly tightly are my writing PC, a small printer, a
laptop (from the day job), my Filofax open to today and full of
scribbled "to dos," an open copy of the book I'm
currently reviewing (Peter Carey's Wrong About Japan,
thankfully small enough to sit neatly between the Filofax and
the keyboards) and the telephone. There isn't room for anything
else, though I am occasionally given half eaten apples, pieces
of Lego, CDs taken out of their cases or other toys to accommodate
and I usually manage to find a nook for them until I have time
to restore them to their rightful place.
I have no chair. Sitting down would be
like waving a red flag to my 2 year old daughter, who is
actually napping in front of me at the moment. I tend to be
quite mobile while I work, ready to dash off to the potty at a
moment's notice (got to be quick), play a quick game of
dollhouse or assist with some problem. The CD player and all
computing equipment is housed in the body of the "so-called
antique" workstation, which is actually in the corner of my
living room. If I had to work in quiet isolation without
interruption, I'd never get anything done!
Right next to the desk are music CDs which
tend to be on when Miffy isn't taking priority. It sounds pretty
cluttered, but it isn't that bad, and is reasonably effective,
allowing me a corner of the world to work in without calling too
much attention to itself, and at a height which keeps the machinery
safe from 3 sets of curious hands.
I'm not a kitschy type of person. I don't
like fuzzy little toy things (and there are enough of those in
my kid's rooms), so I try to limit my own work space to the
essentials. The real kitsch and inspiration is either in my head
or written down somewhere.
Magdalena
runs The
Compulsive Reader
web site. Her publication credits include university
journals like Imago, Drexel Online, and Thylazine,
popular fiction venues like Skive Magazine and Perigree,
and review publications like Midwest Book Reviews and Relix
Magazine. Her nonfiction book, The Art of Assessment: How
to Review Anything is available
here.
Her first novel, Sleep Before Evening, is currently
under consideration.
By the mid 20s, the Teletype was the
standard of electronic written communication. They supplied the country's
newspapers with regular summaries of news, feature stories, weather
forecasts and bulletins. Although the general flow and organization of the
news was centrally controlled, individual newspapers could contribute
their own stories using the keyboard.
Its
sound alone became the trademark of breaking news. Later on, most all
radio announcers would broadcast the news with the loud clanking sound of
the teletype in the background.
But
with this new technology came the monotony of identical news
scripts. This was a necessary evil in those days due to the
lack of time that existed between when the story finished printing
and when the anchor had to go on the air. Known as "rip 'n'
read," stories (printed in upper-case letters on yellow roll paper at 110
baud) came into the newsroom on the bulky teletype, an anchor would
standby, then rip the story off the roll and rush to read it to the
listeners.
If time
were available, however, anchors were expected to rewrite wire copy,
either to correct errors from the original copy or to emphasize elements
that would be relevant to the local audience. And by rewriting in his own
voice, as all writers know, the anchor made the news more personal. This
allowed for smoother transitions from one story to the next and guaranteed
no other newscast would sound the same.
The
old teletypes are now ghosts in newsrooms. These days, producers, writers, anchors, tape editors and executives
instantly receive breaking news from their computers.
If you're right-handed, place
your lamp behind your left shoulder. If you're left-handed, place it
behind your right. This way, your hand won't overshadow your words as you
write or read.
"I could not
control the story, the Lord himself wrote it."
~ Harriet Beecher was
born in Litchfield, Connecticut.
~ She was the seventh
child of Roxana and Lyman Beecher, a famous Congregationalist
minister. Her brother, Henry Ward Beecher, became a renowned
preacher and leader of the abolitionist movement.
~ Harriet was first a
student and then a teacher at Hartford Female Seminary, a school
founded by her sister Catharine. Together, they later wrote a children's geography
book.
~ In 1834 Harriet won a
contest of the
Western Monthly Magazine. She became a regular
contributor of stories and essays.
~ In 1836 Harriet married Calvin
Ellis Stowe, a professor at her father's theological seminary. The
early years of their marriage were marked by poverty.
~ Over the
next fourteen years Harriet gave birth to seven children. She helped to support her family financially by writing for local
and religious periodicals.
~ Her short story
collection, The
Mayflower, appeared in 1843.
~ Soon afterward,
Harriet began writing a novel that focused on the issue of
slavery. She gave it the title, Uncle
Tom's Cabin.
~ First published in weekly
installments in the journal
National Era, Harriet's novel created such a controversy
that when
she met President Abraham Lincoln in 1862, he is
said to have greeted her with the words: "So you are the
little woman who wrote the book that started this great
war!"
~ Following publication, she became a celebrity, speaking against slavery both
in America and Europe.
~ Uncle
Tom's Cabin was a best seller in the United States, England,
Europe, Asia, and translated into over 60 languages.
~ During her life,
Harriet wrote poems,
travel books, biographical sketches, children's books and adult novels.
But none of her later works approached the literary
merit or the social impact of Uncle Tom's Cabin.
~ Harriet's mental faculties failed
in 1888, two years after the death of her husband. She died in Hartford,
Connecticut and is buried alongside her husband and
son Henry in the cemetery connected to the Andover Theological
Seminary.
Interjections
are meaningless little words
used to show a wide array of emotions, anything from pleasure to
hesitancy. They're fairly common in English speech, so it's only
natural they would pop up in print.
Unfortunately,
they don't read as well as they sound. Too many insertions in the
dialogue quickly distract readers from what's being
said.
Example: "I was right, eh?"
"I don't know."
"Eh? He said so, eh?"
"I heard him."
"No arguing with him, eh?"
"Guess so."
"He knows best, eh?"
"Yep."
"Eh? Eh?"
"Here, take it."
Cleaned up: "I was right, eh?"
"I don't know."
"Eh? He said so."
"I heard him."
"No arguing with him."
"Guess so."
"He knows best."
"Yep."
"Eh?"
"Here, take it."
Example: "Oh, please stay, Auntie! You'll sleep in my bed!"
"That's mighty generous of you."
"Oh, you don't know what it means to me to have you here. Oh,
it's been so lonely since Momma passed."
"Are you all right, Kerry?"
"I am now. Oh yes, now I am!"
Cleaned up: "Please stay, Auntie! You'll sleep in my bed!"
"That's mighty generous of you."
"You don't know what it means to me to have you here. It's been
so lonely since Momma passed."
"Are you all right, Kerry?"
"I am now. Oh yes, I am now."
Example:
"Your name Lee?"
"Uh, well ... yes sir."
"You own that truck?"
"Uh, well . . . yes sir, I got papers in the glove
compartment."
"Only one driving it today?"
"Uh, well . . . I don't know how to answer that."
"Simple yes or no will do."
"Uh, well . . . all I can give you is a maybe."
Cleaned up: "Your name Lee?"
"Uh, well ... yes sir."
"You own that truck?"
"Yes sir, I got papers in the glove compartment."
"Only one driving it today?"
"I don't know how to answer that."
"Simple yes or no will do."
"Uh, well . . . all I can give you is a maybe."
Uncertain about a piece of your writing?
Send it to us
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How did the holidays
affect your writing?
I wrote less. - 71% I wrote more. - 9% No change.
- 20%
"I wrote
a lot less, in fact, nothing! After a fall down the attic steps, my
writing and Christmas shopping was sorely curtailed! But I usually get
at least two holiday stories while the mood is on." -
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Approximately 500 words. Any genre. You, of course, retain all rights.
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CATCH THE SUN
by Ian Roberts
There were days when the captain’s ache
was alleviated by the vision of a clipper easing her way down
Southampton Water. Through his telescope he could watch the
seamen aloft in the shrouds as sails were hoisted readying the
vessel for the breezes of the English Channel, then the open
Atlantic. Sailors on smaller ships and inshore craft
would raise their caps in awe of such vessels, the fastest and
most beautiful sailing ships ever built.
Tobias Ecclesiastes
Denmark would recall clippers he had sailed aboard or captained,
ships with names such as Marathon, Destiny and Antelope, slicing
through tempestuous seas at twenty knots, flying every scrap of
canvas in contempt of storms that saw lesser ships reduce sail
in surrender. The captain would remember rounding Cape Horn on
the Urquhart, through winter seas higher than houses, when his
crew thought him mad, his orders shouted through a bullhorn to
combat the shrieking wind and untamed ocean. There were no finer
moments in his life than the raptures of pushing the Urquhart
through the insanity of a gale, in ecstasy at the mountainous
oceans and the inspiration of his bellowed declamation of the
greatest dramatic lines ever written.
Yes, some had thought him
mad, and he had laughed at the fear in their eyes until they had
laughed with him, relishing the terrifying elements, while
others became paralysed by their captain’s apparent lunacy and
the incalculable tonnage of heaving water bearing down on them.
There had been no better seaman than Tobias Denmark.
Only the Four Sisters had spoiled him. He kept a case of it
beside his desk, to prove to himself he could resist it and was
fit to captain a ship once more. And resist it he did–but
not always …
At first, Tobias Denmark coped quite well.
He was hopeful of a new ship in the near future and enjoyed his
visits to the theatre. The splendid meals supplied by the new
cook gave him much to anticipate, and Salome provided for his
physical needs, as her late mother had done before her premature
death. But Denmark was a man of strong passions, and as the
weeks turned into months without word of a ship not even his joy
in the theatre or the delights of Salome’s body could quell
the burning frustration within him. He longed for the sea and
the thrill of commanding a clipper under full sail in a
wilderness of foaming ocean and to see again the pure light of a
tropical sunrise, with the wind at his back as his ship caught
the trade winds and hurtled like some relentless beast for mile
upon mile along the endless sea lanes.
And when a year passed
with nothing from the postman except bills, Denmark began to
turn more often to his Four Sisters …
Ian, born in the North of England,
has been a high school teacher, a
security guard, a van driver, a kitchen designer, a factory
worker, a trainee accountant and always a lover of words, language
and writing. His
first novel is in the hands of an agent.
These days, computers have become the preferred medium for most writers. With a few clicks of the mouse, we are able to delete, rewrite, cut and paste with a speed and ease never
imagined before with a typewriter, let alone pad and pen. But due
to the intimidating nature of this vast writing tool, some
of its benefits remain idle. Never fear! My husband Jim Guy,
a certified computer genius, is here to help.
I have a color printer, and seem to
always be running out of ink. Any tips for conserving ink?
It's easy to go broke buying ink cartridges
for your color ink jet printer. Especially unnatural is the cost
of that color cartridge. You don't need to print color often,
which adds to the insanity. Worse yet the thing will dry out in a
few months. It's the true definition of a conspiracy.
Let there be joy! I have good news for you.
The printer setup properties can be set to print black only, or
grayscale, too. Either setting can save you money, although the
grayscale will do the best at conserving cash.
Possibly your printer doesn't show both
settings. To change your printer's color properties in Windows,
click Start, Settings, then Printers. You will see your printer
listed. Right click on it and choose Printing Preferences. On your
system you may choose Properties instead of Printing Preferences.
Look for the tab labeled Color. Here you'll
find options to set the printer into grayscale or black ink mode.
If you want to keep open the option to print in color, store a
good color cartridge in a sealed sandwich bag so it doesn't dry
out. You will probably have to keep a color cartridge in the
printer or risk the printer going into error, but it can be a
dried out or empty cartridge.
Rampant within the writing community is the notion of
writer's block.
So much has been written about this malady, writers might understandably
feel they aren't really a writer until they've suffered from it.
But what if no
writer has ever been truly blocked? What if those empty, dried-up moments
are simply the result of sheer boredom?
Take the quiz below to measure your current creative
energy.
1. The prologue you've been working on for the past five weeks still
reads like a book report. What do you do?
a) Create a scene with pure action.
b) Take a break and clip your nails.
c) Toss out the entire prologue.
2. Your lead character works in a field that is foreign to you. What do
you do?
a) Interview someone who works in that field.
b) Take a break and bake a cake.
c) Make it up as you go along.
3. By the third chapter, your loveable character Sarah has morphed into
grumpy ol' Ethel. What do you do?
a) Create a profile, giving her physical features,
likes, dislikes, habits, fears and a name.
b) Take a break and watch TV.
c) Toss a coin to decide her name.
4. After you re-read the shouting match between your hero and heroine,
you think the dialogue sounds contrived. What do you do?
a) Reevaluate the reason you have them arguing in the first place.
b) Take a break and fix a broken lamp.
c) Have the hero storm out the door.
5. You have no idea how to get a character, who has no money, from
point A to point B. What do you do?
a) Incorporate a financial source early in the story.
b) Take a break and play ball with the dog.
c) Omit the details--just throw him on the plane.
If you chose the A
answers, you are so hot you're bursting off the charts! Ouch! May we soon see your finished project
on the bookshelves.
If you chose the B
answers, you are lukewarm. Struggling, but at least not giving up. Remember, many
excellent scenes are created while doing something else.
If you chose the C
answers, you are lacking a single spark. Set your
work aside for a while and let your brain ponder. Is this story
really the one you want to tell at this point in your life? Find the
answer to this, and perhaps you'll find the cure to your writer's block.
"The
witnesses for the state … have presented themselves to you
gentlemen, to this court, in the cynical confidence that their
testimony would not be doubted, confident that you gentlemen
would go along with them on the assumption—the evil
assumption—that all Negroes lie, that all Negroes are
basically immoral beings, that all Negro men are not to be
trusted around our women, an assumption one associates with
minds of their caliber. Which, gentlemen, we know is in itself a
lie as black as Tom Robinson's skin, a lie I do not have to
point out to you. You know the truth, the truth is this: some
Negroes lie, some Negroes are immoral, some Negro men cannot be
trusted around women, black or white. But this is a truth that
applies to the human race and to no particular race of men
…"