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I’m Not Stressing

I will never apologize to you, dear readers, for going long stretches of time without writing on my blog. It’s not that I don’t appreciate you…I cherish each and every one of you (really, it’s not that hard to send out a little love to five or so people!).

It’s just that when I started this blog I did it for fun. I wanted to have a place to exercise my personal literary voice and my opinions and thoughts. I said to myself, “I’m not going to stress about this whole blog thing. If I feel like posting, I will, but if I don’t feel like it or don’t have the time, so be it; I won’t stress about it.”

So when I see day after day that I haven’t posted anything since October 29th (and it was a short post about the weather of all things…with a picture that filled most of the space), I keep telling myself, “Don’t worry about it.” I’ve got plenty of good excuses as to why I haven’t posted (I just had a baby a couple of months ago!).

Still, I hate seeing that same posting every time I click on my blog page to read all those other blogs that are listed on my sidebar. It makes me feel like such a slacker. It reminds me off all those journals I started as a kid and teenager and fell short on. I would write furiously in them for a few days in a row, then a week would go by, maybe a month, maybe even years before I would write again. And still, to this day, there are more blank pages than full ones in each one of those books.

And then it spirals into a reminder of all the things I haven’t done in life, of all my shortcomings and failures. The dirty laundry in the hamper, the maternity clothes that haven’t been packed away, that manuscript that needs to be revised, that e-mail I haven’t responded to. It’s enough to drive any sane person (and I’m not claiming to be entirely sane!) mad.

Now, though, I can breathe easy for another few days because there’s a shiny, new post on my blog.

No More Waiting!

I’ve never thought that sitting around wishing for something to happen makes that thing happen. Not that I haven’t done my share of wishing on shooting stars, on eyelashes that have fallen out, when the digital clock reads all one number (like at 11:11, for example), on a coin thrown into a fountain, when splitting a wishbone, when blowing out birthday candles…okay, I really don’t just sit around wishing on things all day.

Oddly enough, though, a lot of writing is sitting–the old butt-in-chair as you write–is waiting–to hear back from critique partners, agents, or editors–and is wishing–because you’ve got to have something to keep the hope alive. But you also have to be active too. I need to experience life in order to be inspired while I’m sitting and writing, I need to send out my work in order to wait to hear back, and I need to actively daydream about my life as a best-selling author to fuel all those wishes (okay, that last one doesn’t really work, but you get the idea!).

So for that past year or so, I’ve been submitting my writing more actively than I have in all my previous years as a writer. Some opportunities have come up. And a strange thing happened: I found myself turning some of them down.

It wasn’t because they weren’t good opportunities or because I had so many offers pouring in that I could just shrug off the ones that didn’t give me the most gain. It was because they didn’t feel right in my gut. Not that the offers were bad; it’s more that they were not the right fit for me at the time. Every time I’ve said no, it’s been very, very hard. What if I never get another opportunity for that piece of writing? What if I never get another opportunity for any piece of writing? Did I just say no to the only chance I ever had as a writer?

The thing I’ve come to realize is that a single no or a string of noes (I originally typed “a string of nose,” which would be an entirely different thing…LOL!), whether it’s someone else telling me no or me telling someone else no, doesn’t mean the end of my writing career. My career ends when I stop sitting and writing and waiting and wishing.

It just so happens that some 3,120 days since I first conceived of the idea that, yes, I can be a writer for real (this is an estimate because I don’t remember the exact date I thought this), a pretty big opportunity has come up. One that I feel is right in my gut…one that I am going to say yes to. One that makes me want to climb to the top of my house and shout “YES!” from the rooftop (admittedly, this wouldn’t be too hard because I live in a one-story ranch).

So maybe sitting, waiting, wishing worked out okay for me after all. I think I’ll go do some more of that and maybe the next offer will be even bigger.

Exploring the Uncontrollable and Unexplainable

I know, I know: Everyone’s talking about Hurricane Irene! Well, I do what I want to do, which often isn’t what everyone else is doing, but what I want to do today is talk about Hurricane Irene, so I won’t let the fact that everyone else is doing it stop me.

I’ve got to admit, earlier in the week I was a little freaked out. I don’t normally get all worked up about things like the weather. Where a hurricane goes is out of my “circle of influence” and while I can take steps to prepare for one, there’s absolutely nothing I can do to stop it from coming. But I’m 9 months pregnant, so I’m trying to give myself a little slack for being more worried than usual about something like the weather.

Really, I shouldn’t be that concerned because The Boy has proven to be resilient through record-setting snowfall, a tsunami, and an earthquake. He’s probably in the womb saying, “Bring it on, Mother Nature!”

Thinking about my lack of control over the weather, got me thinking about my YA fantasy Elixir Bound because certain higher beings in that story can control the weather. They use it to communicate with each other and to send messages to regular-old humans too.

Then that got me thinking about how an author can take something that is uncontrollable in the real world and manipulate and control it in a story. There’s terrible things in life that we have no control over, like war, rape, abuse, your 16-year-old sister suddenly dying when some unknown thing attacks her lungs. And for all intents and purposes, none of these things make any sense.

So as a writer, I can take a world that is often confusing and scary and try to make sense of it. There is something very empowering about that. That doesn’t mean I will succeed at making anything in this real world make sense through my fictional world, but at least it might open up a dialogue (even if that conversation is only taking place in my own head). And maybe someday others will connect to that thing I was trying to make sense of and will realize they’re not alone in their feelings.

Because there’s lots of other wonderful things in the world that can’t be explained either, like love and souls. As a writer, I explore these crazy, scary, wonderful things in my stories. First I explore these things for myself. And hopefully, others will read what I’ve written and explore those things for themselves.

Thinking About Thoughts

“Thinking: The talking of the soul to itself.” ~Plato

Don’t worry, I’ll let you in on the conversation soon enough! In the meantime, We Do Write is hosting a twitter-length pitch contest with agent Mandy Hubbard.

The Irony of it All

My English teacher my freshman year of high school was quick to point out when discussing irony that most of the things Alanis Morissette sings about in her song “Ironic” (rain on your wedding day and having ten thousands spoons when you really need a knife) are really not ironic, they’re just bummers. The truth is irony is so often misused in today’s world that the meaning of it has been muddled. I’ve been wondering if it even plays a role in contemporary literature anymore, and specifically in children’s lit because that’s what I write.

I’m going to specifically focus on dramatic irony and verbal irony that isn’t sarcasm (because sarcasm is so not used in today’s world and nobody ‘gets’ it anyway!). (Caveat: I’m not sure I actually understand what irony is and I’m probably going to do a terrible job of discussing it, and you will only end up more confused by the end of this post.)

Let’s start with dramatic irony, which is when the audience/reader/observer is privy to information that allows them to better know the true implications of an action/speech/situation that involves an unknowing character/speaker/subject. A classic example in when Romeo takes his own life because he thinks Juliet is dead, but the audience knows that Juliet only took a potion to appear dead.

Verbal irony is when something is stated that seems to mean one thing, but the speaker actually intends it to mean something else, often the opposite of what was said (and this is done with intent on the part of the speaker…as opposed to dramatic irony which occurs without the subject’s knowledge). Now sarcasm can be a form of verbal irony, but verbal irony doesn’t have to be sarcastic. In A Series of Unfortunate Events the narrator starts the story by saying not to read the book because only bad things happen, but of course, the narrator doesn’t really want the reader to put down the book.

I think it’s a bit more obvious how verbal irony is prevalent and relevant in today’s society. We see it in books, on TV, in everyday life. Dramatic irony is a little bit tougher to observe, especially in children’s lit. Today’s kids are so savvy about everything that it’s harder to create a character that is believably in the dark about something that is obvious to the reader.

Going back to the Romeo and Juliet example, are we really supposed to believe that Romeo was so dense that he couldn’t figure out that Juliet wasn’t dead? In a historical context, we can buy that Romeo wouldn’t have known to check for a pulse and that he could have actually believed that Juliet’s “crimson” lips and cheeks were possible even after death. But today, it’s hard to believe that a guy–even a young one with a minimal amount of medicinal knowledge–wouldn’t be able to to tell the difference between a dead body and a live person.

I feel like I could go on and on about irony and really come to no conclusion at all. I’ve been researching definitions of irony and asking others for examples of irony in contemporary children’s lit and I’m just feeling more confused about the whole thing than when I started. Frankly, I was kind of sick of the whole idea of irony before I even started writing this post and now that I’m rereading what I’ve written, I’m thinking I didn’t really say much at all in this ever-growing post.

And who’s to say that Alanis Morissette didn’t know that all the crap she says in “Ironic” wasn’t ironic? Maybe she knew that the whole time, and the song ends up being even more ironic because it isn’t talking about irony at all. Now I’m throwing my hands up in frustration! Please, someone post an intelligent comment about irony so that this whole thing doesn’t feel so pointless.

Also, check out the SCBWI Writers of Lower Fairfield blog where I’ll be occassionally posting about writing-related topics.

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