Category Archives: Writing

Lessons… from a line — edit

Line editing changes typically arrive after you’ve already completed a substantive edit — you’ve already moved chapter five to precede chapter three, rewritten the character arcs of six secondary players, and developed your themes to a level you hadn’t thought possible. Then the line edit arrives — pages of tiny delete marks and suggestions for rearranging words — and you think it’s going to be a breeze.

Except it isn’t.

Every time you change a word, you have to read the paragraph above and the paragraph below to ensure you’re not repeating yourself. Then there are all those tiny notes that say “tone?” or “voice?” Whenever you meet one, you have to stop to consider. Would my character really think that? Would he know that word?

So basically your brain explodes.

But here are the best things about a line edit:

1. As the intern put it so nicely, it’s your last chance to ensure that your meaning is clear. Each note that says “is this what you intended?” is an opportunity to examine what exactly you did intend and whether you’ve achieved it.

2. It’s the best technical writing lesson you’ll ever get. If you use (hypothetically, of course) six thousand ellipses and em dashes in the course of your manuscript, and the editor removes five thousand eighty, you begin to recognize that punctuation might carry more weight if you used it sparingly.

3. Someone cares about your book. You’ve been writing this damn thing for months/years by yourself, not knowing if anyone else will ever read it. And now, suddenly, someone is pouring over it with such attention that each word matters. You can’t help but feel grateful.

I have a few pages to go. Wish me nimble fingers and clear thoughts.

My personal invitation

You are hereby invited to listen to me babble in person, rather than on-line.

I’m presenting at Word on the Street Vancouver in the Kids Tent at 4:20 on September 30th.

One of the interesting things about World on the Street is its unpredictable audience. There are all sorts of book folk wandering around in all sorts of sizes, and you never know who will wander into your tent. When I presented there a few years ago, I arrived completely prepared for a group of eight- to ten-year olds, and then scrambled to adjust my material when adults filled the tent. (Now that I think of it, why were there so many adults at my talk? I should have looked more closely. Maybe they were children on stilts.)

This year, I have a fun talk prepared, suitable for ANY age group. But, if you happen to have kids, I’d be thrilled to meet them. Plan to come a little early and stay a little late to hear Susin Nielsen and Kit Pearson, both amazing writers and great presenters.

Hope to see you on the 30th!

The new reality

For the first time in eight years, I’ve had a stretch of several work days in a row, alone, in a quiet house. I’m slowly rediscovering my rhythm — the best hours for creativity, the proper balance of tea-making to typing, the stage when it’s best to step away from the computer and rejoin the real world.

I’ve piled up a mountain of work for myself this fall, so it’s not going to all get done in a week, but it’s lovely to feel productive. Time! It truly is an amazing thing.

I’m remembering, too, some of the quirks of working at home. On Wednesday, when my son was tired and cranky from kindergarten, I dragged him to the beach for a bike ride. Why? Because while he was experiencing the world all day, I was in my head, in the house.

It’s a strange truth of working from home. Just when everyone else is coming home, ready to flop on the couch, I need to get out. There may be more evening adventures in our future…

The Big News: Section 1

You know when you check a blog and it says, “I have news… huge news… and I’ll tell you on July 1, 2013”?

Yeah, I kind of hate that.

As any of my friends will tell you, I can’t stand not being in the gossip-know. And I’m also the world’s worst secret keeper. (Seriously. Check Guinness — it’s in there.) In my world-view, information is meant to be shared. Why keep secrets?

But all of this has left me in a bit of a dilemma for the past few months. Do I keep quiet about my secrets until they’re spreadable? Or do I give those tortuous hints that I hate?

Hmmm… compromise?

Secret number one: I’m working on a new 50 Questions book, to be released next year. Ross Kinnaird will be illustrating once again. Contracts are now officially signed, and my manuscript is due on October 31st. Topic? Well, let’s just say that I’m quickly becoming an expert on brains, kidneys, and alveoli.

Secret number two: Sorry, not quite ready to divulge yet. It’s a big one, though! And I think I can spill the beans soon.

You can hate me now.

Not quite as planned…

I had a post planned for today. I was going to write about wiping away tears as my son headed into kindergarten. Then I was going to list all the things I’d achieved with my newfound quiet time.

I achieved nothing.

Well, I did get to the post office. And I may have answered an e-mail or two. That’s it. Apparently, kindergarten starts very gradually — only two hours a day — and there are all sorts of teacher meetings and playdates and sports teams to manage in the other hours. Then there’s my habit of turning in slow circles, flapping my hands, wondering which of my projects I’m most behind on.

Full days start next Wednesday. Maybe I’ll have a list of accomplishments for you the week after that.

Maybe.

Do clothes make the character?

I was standing in front of a store window recently, staring at a display of coloured jeans. I will never buy coloured jeans. Not only because I prefer not to have a green apple-themed bottom, but also because of a certain university memory. I happened to be particularly broke on a day when my roommate went shopping with her mom’s credit card and brought herself home a complete rainbow of coloured jeans. And it’s possible that I may have had a little inner (mostly inner) hissy fit of jealousy that left permanent scars.

Whew.

All of this got me wondering about other clothing moments. And I remembered being on a ferry in Greece with some friends. To while away the time, we made lists of our ten favorite things. My friend Adam’s top three were beer, olives, and grey T-shirts.

You have to admit, there’s something wonderful about a soft, grey T-shirt.

And all of this led to ideas about clothing and characters. When fictional outfits are described in detail, they’re usually the romance-novel variety (“the daring neckline of her satin sheath dress plunged deeply, highlighting the Delmar family emerald which lay glittering on its solid gold chain”) or the Nancy Drew (“after selecting a crisp blue pencil skirt and her navy cashmere sweater, Nancy set off to find her next clue”).

But, other characters must have their own clothing moments. Maybe a concert T-shirt that brings back memories? An outfit forced upon him by a parent? A too-small sweater she can’t bear to throw away?

Something worth exploring. After all, why should Danielle Steele have all the fun?

Interior monologues

Get it? “Interior”? Well, I guess in order to fully appreciate my punning abilities, you’ll have to know we were touring the BC interior for the past week. We went to Creston for a few days to visit my family, then to Osoyoos to stock up on vitamin D for the coming winter.

Surprisingly, it turned out to be a good week for writing as well. I’m back to the city with two more chapters of my work-in-progress written. Between early mornings and some afternoon quiet times, it all happened quite effortlessly. In fact, there was writing success every single day except for the day we visited the… um… Burrowing Owl Estate Winery. For some strange reason, there was no writing accomplished that day.

BUT, I did buy a lovely syrah for my next writers’ group meeting, so I think that still counts as productive, don’t you?

Butterflies

I was little miss social this week. First, I had a lovely lunch and seawall walk with Alex Van Tol, who was visiting from Victoria for the VPL’s Writing & Book Camp.

I’d only met Alex electronically before this. She’s very smart and funny and pretty. And she swears just as much (maybe a teensy bit more) than the characters in her books. We had a great time talking about plot-development, the obstacles (children) involved in summer writing, and the earthquake/power outage dilemma. (Is it better to be well-prepared, or will that attract looters?) Seriously. That’s what we talked about.

Last night, I had an impromptu back-yard dinner with Rachelle Delaney, who is deep in the editing process for a new pirate novel. We talked a bit about writing, too, but mostly we listened to my husband’s ridiculously inappropriate stories from his time as an Easter Seals camp counsellor.

And today, Rachelle and Alex are going out.

If there are no new books published next year, you’ll know it’s because we were all too busy being social summer butterflies.

Librarian savants

Have you ever noticed that when former librarians or teacher-librarians turn to writing, they produce amazing books? Here are just a few examples that librarian Shannon Ozirny and I came up with last week:

Sarah Ellis
Glen Huser
Kit Pearson
Norma Charles
Lois Peterson

See what I mean? Instant writing geniuses.

I have two theories on why this is:

1. Having worked in the vicinity of so many children’s books, they’ve absorbed the requirements of great writing through osmosis;

or,

2. Have read so many wonderful books, librarians become harsh self-editors, and — though secretly writing mountains of materials — they refuse to release manuscripts into the world until they are absolutely perfect.

What do you think? A bit of both? And should we all sign up for library science courses, asap?

Crap

I spotted this in Chapters and I considered it for quite a while — it’s highly appropriate for much of what I scribble! But, in the end, I decided it would be too discouraging. Now if I were shopping for a Calculus 12 notebook…