SLACKER

So let's take a look at how I stand.

Status Left Hand 6 weeks after surgery: Thumb 45%, first finger 40%. middle finger 100% (I mean really what is it good for except for that), fourth finger 20%, little finger ISN"T EVEN TRYING!!!! Come on you weenie!!

Status: Right knee 2 weeks after surgery: Bending 80%, walking 90%, climbing stairs 75%.
Now this is more like it.
It's apparent to me that Mr. Left Hand is not motivated to improve like Mr. Right Knee. Come on now. Do you expect everybody to be doing everything for you forever?
Is this fair?
Mr. Right Hand is grumbling and writing letters to see if he can get some action here.
He thinks Leftie is faking it. (What kind of a name is leftie anyway. It sounds subversive)
I can't help but think Rightie has a point when I see you lolling around on a couple of pillows being waited on hand and hand.

Be advised you're being put on notice.
The rest of the body parts are ready to revolt.
You may find you'll have to explain yourself and that won't make Mr. Mouth one bit happy...
Consider this a warning.

THIS IS A NEW ONE...

From Dewayne USA,

Dear Friend

How are You Today? I am Sergent Dewayne Pittman, an active American soldier serving in Iraq,

I am serving in the military of the 1st Armored Division in Iraq, as our mission here is highly exclusive due to insurgents everyday and car bombs are attacking our peaceful mission here.

We managed to secure funds from the war zone. The total amount is US$ 23 Million dollars in cash.

We want to move this money out of Iraq now because this place is a war zone,however we plan to give you 30% of the total money and you keep our share of 70% for us till when we will come over to meet you in your country.this is a cool deal and you must keep it confidential for security reason.

No strings attached, just help us move it out of Iraq, Iraq is a war zone. We plan on using diplomatic courier and shipping the money out in large box, using diplomatic immunity.

If you are interested I will send you the full details, my job is to find a good partner that we can trust and that will assist us. Can you be trusted? Please When you receive this letter, kindly send me an e-mail signifying your interest including your most confidential telephone/fax numbers for quick communication also your contact details. as a U.S soldier i am ashureing you 100% risk free.

The box can be shipped out in 48hrs if you want to handle the deal with us as partner.

Should you be interested, please contact me,so we can commence all arrangements and I Will give you more information on how we would handle this project.

Respectfully,
SSG Dewayne Pittman



DER DEWAYNE,
I DO NUT TINK SO.
PS(CHEK YER SPELING)
TOOLOOSE

I'LL TAKE FRIES WITH THAT MACSPEECH...

This post is brought to you by MacSpeech.
Okay the thing is. I can't say naughty words. This limits me. You'd think with only one arm the idea of having speech recognition software would be way cool. And it is. BUT I can't say 90 words. That 90 should be naughty. NOT T. NOT be. NOT a. 90 night he not see. There are some glitches. I can't say 90 words. I can't say bad words. No bad words. Not shift. Not Fox. Not Butthead. Oh! I can say Butthead!!! Can I say damn? Yup. Can I say hell? Yup. My cat to lose (two loose). Well that was close. Keep in mind I'm not using the keys at all to do this blog. It's harder than it might look. Or maybe not. Possibly it looks worse. I still wanna say fark. F. you see Kay.
I have eight weeks to get used to this. I will either teach MacSpeech to be knotty. Or my vocabulary will be cleaned up. Stay tuned.
MacSpeech -- five
Patricia Wood -- one
I cheated. I had to type... it kept spelling my name as would...

ANATOMY OF A BOO BOO or THE REAL STORY

It seemed so simple.
Taking the mail and dropping it in the mailbox. We walked around the end of the harbor, a stiff breeze came up and tossed an envelope into the water, It seemed such a simple thing to bend over the rocky ledge and reach for it.Seconds later I found myself tumbling down the barnacle and coral covered rocks and plunged into filthy harbor water over my head...fast forward to ER and the to surgery to repair damaged nerves and re-attach tendons.
After a few nights of lux care at Queens Hospital I'm home and back on the keyboard with my good right hand and trusty TOOLOOSE volunteering to finish my next book for me...He feels the addition of a few alien space monkeys improves any tome.
Stay tuned.
FYI:
This message has been brought to you by Vicodan.

WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE OR DIDN'T I JUST POST?

How a writer feels:
A photo is worth 87,000 words (the lengths of my first draft).


A ship out in the middle of the ocean: That's how it feels to be a writer.
And you're not alone. You have all these characters out there with you. Some of them are from other books you've written. Others are new but not fully formed so they are like faceless zombies that chase you around and want to eat your brains out.
Still others slowly morph into younger - older - taller - shorter versions of themselves. Sometime they even change sex. It's creepy.
And then there are all the vampires...
Well you start to get the idea of what the inside of my brain is like.
A little shop of horrors.
But I like this picture. You can't tell exactly where it is but it looks lonely doesn't it?
Well.
That's not entirely true.
I know where it is.
Any guesses from the peanut gallery?
Name your place and the prize you want.
Possible prizes:
1. A sense of worth.
2. Common sense
3. Sense of direction
4. Sense of decency
5. Two sense worth (okay okay cents...)

Other authors give away autographed books. I like to give away more useful items.

GUEST BLOG AND VOLCANO

Sounds like a still life title doesn't it?

This is for those who want to read a guest blog I did on revision and for those who want a photo of the Big Island Volcano...

I CAN NEVER KILL MY HUSBAND OR...HOW AUTHORS THINK...

This post can also be titled LIFE WITH A WRITER...

So we're at Pacific Ocean Producers because I had this vision of TOOLOOSE falling off the boat into the water and I thought, Hey! Let's get a big net just in case and um...
There were these fish bags and um...
I thought, gee wouldn't those be perfect to put a dead body inside...
Of course you'd have to see if they fit.
NOTE: They come in 4,5,6,7 and 8 foot lengths.
They are rather expensive ($190 - $300) but yanno price is no object if you want to kill your husband...or...er...um...write about it. Yeah. That's right.
It's research honey.
Entirely research.

BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING ME...

I used this line when I was teaching high school once and my student looked at me confused..."But I don't have a brother," she said.

That teeny tiny speck in the air is a helicopter and it was sitting there for an hour just hovering...
I'm not paranoid. Honest, but it was staring at me (can inanimate objects stare? I think so).
Anyway I used Big Brother to my advantage with this revision I'm doing.

Helicopter: What are you doing?

Me: I'm pouring coffee.

Helicopter: You already had coffee. Get back to work.

Me: (Meekly) Okay.

(20 minutes later)

Helicopter: What are you doing?

Me: Researching.

Helicopter: But your book doesn't have anything to do with cheap fares to Vegas.

Me: Oh, yeah well...

Helicopter: Get back to work.

Me: (Even more meekly) Okay.

(A half-hour later)

Helicopter: Where are you going?

Me: It's lunch time.

Helicopter: Eat at your desk.

Me: WHAT?!

Helicopter: You heard me.

Me: (WAY more meekly) okay...

(two hours later)

Helicopter: Hmmm...Something doesn't seem right.

TOOLOOSE disguised as ME: WUT DU U MEN?

Helicopter: Who was that person in a swimming suit on her way to the beach? She looked familiar.

TOOLOOSE disquised as ME: SUM STRANGER. I NEVER SA THEM BE4.

Helicopter: Okay.

IT'S SATURDAY...IT MUST BE A TSUNAMI

The tsunami siren went off at 6am but we were already getting ORION ready to leave the harbor. So were 100+ other boats.
Immediately the phone lines were jammed but we were too busy to talk...until we got 6 miles off shore and were watching dophins and whales and birds.
The all clear sounded and we all came back... Those behind us... And those ahead of us...

When we finally got back to our slip the tsunami was still surging and ebbing...
Keep in mind there is no way to predict exactly how big the tsunami waves are.
Better to be safe than sorry.
And that was MY weekend...

WHAT I DO WHEN I'M NOT WRITING...

On the hunt for the perfect Pina Colada...

As I've said before...it's a dirty job but someone has to do it.
My New Year's resolutions are long gone and at only February they're by the wayside.
I've replaced them with FEBRUARY RESOLUTIONS:

1. Must eat more chocolate.
2. Must drink more coffee.
3. Must see more movies.
4. Must re-watch all seven seasons of Buffy The Vampire Slayer.
5. Must listen to You Can't Always Get What You Want by the Stones at least 4,578 more times

AT last.
New Year's Resolutions that I can keep.

OKAY SO I GUESS I BEEN BUSY....

First I had to watch them film LOST by my boat and hang around while they sent a car into the harbor like six or seven times...(I was going to point out that earlier this year they could have had one be filmed for free but it was hard to time it just right...)

Then I had to watch the surf on the North Shore...

And then I'm going to work my little hands to the bone for THE VIEW FROM HERE as the new kid on the block.

ummm...then let me see...I'm guest blogging for DAVE at ROLLING AROUND IN MY HEAD

Oh and revising and writing and gosh...There's simply NO TIME to sit and eat BonBons this month.
RATS!
Maybe next month...

WAIKIKI 2010

The new year enters with masses of explosions here in Hawaii.

The next morning it kinda looked the same except for all the fireworks offal. Red paper. Cardboard. Passed out party goers in heaps.
In a few more days it was all cleaned up.
Except for the occasional wandering party goer with their head ornament slightly askew trying to find their hotel room and then realizing they actually live in Honolulu.

NEW YEARZ REZALOOSHUNS BY TOOLOOSE

1. SLEP MOR
2. WURK UN NOVUL
3. SLEP SUM MOR
4. EAT FUD
5. SLEP EVUN MOR
6. BE HAPPEE

Hmmm...it seems Tooloose gives good advice after all:
Sleep, eat, write and be happy.
I can do that.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

ORION sends you Holiday Greetings


Holiday and New Year's wishes for you:

1. May you only receive fruitcake if you genuinely enjoy eating it.
2. May you finish all your yearly seasonal cards before spring.
3. May you be at one with the Zen of the post office line and embrace the waiting as it is good for your soul.
4. May snow fall on you if you wish it to and not if you don't.
5. If snow DOES fall on you may you have the childlike desire to make a snow angel.

And may you get just exactly the presents you desire:

Like Tooloose


One can not have too many Alien Conjoined Space Monkeys can one?

TELLING NOT SHOWING...

It never snows in Honolulu so we have to TELL our populace that it's the holiday season and not SHOW them...
A shot from the Christmas Light Parade on December 5.



All the people in the real world can look outside to bare trees, snow, and frigid temperatures and voila! You KNOW it's December and the holiday season...
Here?
As my husband's mother used to say when she woke up and opened the curtains:
"It's another GD beautiful day in paradise."

Whenever anyone finds out I'm a writer they ask "What do you write?"
And I say, "Stories."

And they say, "What kind of stories?"

And I say, "Well... not vampires, not thirty-somethings in NYC. I don't write about Zombies or sea monsters invading classic literature." (although I am sorta kinda thinking about "A Tale of Two Apocalypses." I even know the first line already: It was the worst of times and it was the worst of times...)

Anyway the person says, "So what DO you write?"

And I have to stop and think. "Well um...whimsy...you know. But not romance although people DO fall in love and um...not explosions or serial murderers or wizards."

And then the person's eyes just start to glaze over and they inch away.

Which may be a good thing. But I stand there all alone talking to myself.

"And I DON'T write about space ships or Alien Monkees or fairies or old ladies who solve mysteries using ESP or..."

And for your amusement:
A VERY fun post by THE REJECTIONIST.

So what don't YOU write about?
Inquiring authors want to know...

FOR THE AUTHOR WHO HAS EVERYTHING...

Yes. You too can personalize books in style.
Bling Pen for those author events where you need that something extra.

Because really it all comes down to appearances doesn't it?

NEW CHARACTER IN HEAD:LET ME OUTTTTTT!!!!!!

OLD CHARACTER IN HEAD: No way.

NEW CHARACTER IN HEAD:I'M WARNING YOU!!!!

OLD CHARACTER IN HEAD: Tough.

NEW CHARACTER IN HEAD: If you don't let me out I'm going to make Patricia Woods completely NUTS by my rantings!!!

OLD CHARACTER IN HEAD: Too late.

I CAN HAZ DONE...

Tooloose taking a much needed rest after helping the author get her next manuscript to the publisher...It takes much energy looking over someone's shoulder...



Had a great conversation with my brain now that my manuscript is out the door.

BRAIN: YIPPEE SKIPPEE My manuscript is off to my publisher!!!!!

ME: So what's next?

BRAIN: YIPPEE SKIPPEE

ME: Maybe I should start that other idea I had... or may do a revision of that other project I got kind of stuck on.

BRAIN: YIPPEE SKIPPEE

ME: You're not being real helpful, here, Brain.

BRAIN: YIPPEE SKIPPEE

ME: Okay maybe I'll play around with a short story. That might be fun. Or an article.

BRAIN: NOOOOOOoooooooooo yippee skippee

ME: Something tells me you're not that enthusiastic to start something new...

BRAIN: *makes no sound...not even tree falling*

ME: Brain? Brain are you there?

BRAIN: YIPPEE SKIPPEE

ME: That's it. *goes to computer...starts typing* "IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT...

BRAIN: Don't start something new...please??? Let me rest...I deserve a break...

ME: Hmmm...the beginning is a bit hackneyed. Maybe you have a point Brain. I SHOULD take some time off..

BRAIN: OH! OH! I got an idea!!!! The first line is "Her name was misspelled in the obituary...and you can make it about....and do this....and that... It'll be great!!!!!!

ME: YIPPEE SKIPPEE

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE...

It might be the sailboat stuck on the reef in front of the Halekulani Hotel...


Gosh you make only a FEW tiny mistakes... Getting towed out for a wonderful afternoon of drinking beer on the ocean with no prop, rudder, sails or workable anchor...and gee...
You end up on the reef.
Who knew?

WORKING THE WORKSHOP

What do anemones have in common with writing workshops?


I was asked to conduct a workshop on writing so I'm going to take a time out line editing my next manuscript and get inspired.
Yep.
You heard it right.
If you want to get inspired then either take a workshop or give one. There's nothing like being in a room with like minded people talking about something you all love to get you all charged up.

For information on the NOVEMBER 14 WORKSHOP at the UH Lab School here in Hawaii, contact Jacqui via her email. Just replace the at with @ tropicalparadise at hawaii.rr.com
Hopefully by doing this I have not opened the floodgates for her to be spammed with male member enlargers.

So the answer to the question is that by networking like a busy little (big) anemone you stretch and expand your horizons...with the added advantage of being able to regroup when tossed into that rejection blender.

So if you could take a workshop with an author...what would YOU like to ask?

MORE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Another step in the revision and editing process...

I was introduced to a new blog ROLLING AROUND IN MY HEAD . Dave is using LOTTERY for his bookclub. He has a wonderful blog and I recommend you taking a look.

Revising and editing. Again. And again. AND AGAIN.

WRITER-SELF: Looks good. Just a few more changes like how do I get my character from her small town in Elmtree, Wisconsin where she works in a cafe, to being the chief astronaut and nuclear physicist in Russia...

NORMAL-SELF: The reader will understand. It's done.

WRITER-SELF: That sentence is a little long. Takes up three pages. Maybe I should re-work it?

NORMAL-SELF: Leave it alone. It's done.

WRITER-SELF: The ending feels...I don't know...up in the air...inconclusive. I mean everybody's still alive. I feel like I have to kill somebody...

NORMAL-SELF: No you don't. Murder is against the law plus readers become nasty when an author kills off every endearing character. It's done.

WRITER-SELF: Maybe I should re-structure it? have four sections. Leave out the chapter headings. Change the font.

NORMAL-SELF: Leave it alone. It's done.

WRITER-SELF: You know as I read through it, it's pretty good. I don't think I need to mess with it any more. It's done!

NORMAL-SELF: Have you done spell check? Maybe you should do another spell check. And that's a good idea you had about the font. You could add a couple alien space monkeys to the mix. THAT would add suspense and kick it up a notch...

IS THAT A FENDER IN YOUR POCKET OR ARE YOU JUST GLAD TO SEE ME...

A man and his fender...

So you've all noticed by now that I'm posting less on my blog. There's a reason. If you EVER want to see the next novel then I have to draw the line somewhere.
TIME MANAGEMENT FOR DUMMIES.
The short version.
Cliff notes.
1. Wake up and while you are brushing your teeth write a novel.
2. Eat breakfast and write a novel.
3. Sweep the floor and write a novel.
4. Do laundry and write a novel.
5. Drive to the grocery store and write a novel. ok well I guess it's illegal to use a computer in the car so you can write it when you get back.
6. Feed your cats and write a novel and if your cat is clever they will write one while they eat.
Repeat seven days a week and at the end of a month you'll have say a gadzillion novels.
Aren't you glad I helped you out like this?

GIVING A CHARACTER THE PINK SLIP...

Revising and editing a manuscript is like working on your boat. It can go on forever and nobody seems to do the job as well as you can...


I had to fire a character last week. I told her with the economy and everything I just didn't think I could keep her on.

"Sarah you have to go. I'm sorry."

"Was is something I did?"

"No. No, it's just I can't afford to keep you. You're diluting my story."

"I can change! Let me know what I need to do and I'll do it."

"It's not that. It's just you and the book seem to be going in different directions. You're kind of more YA and my book is adult."

"Make me older!"

"It's not that simple. In the beginning you were like a scaffold. You got the story going, but now? Well, frankly you're superfluous."

"What's superfluous?"

"See? That's just what I mean. You have a tendancy to take over. I need to concentrate on characters that are more pliable, ones that give me more bang for my buck."

"I can bang. Really! Give me a chance. Don't just cut me out like this. Is there no loyalty?"

"Sarah you're making this harder than it has to be. I tell you what I'll do. I'll keep your personal folder and if I have an opening in another book, I'll give you a call."

"Yeah? Well I just may be busy! YOU just think of THAT! I may be unavailable. Maybe I'll try another author. Boy, will you be sorry when the next book I'm in actually WINS an award. And I never told you this but I think your writing STINKS!"

*Character slams my door on her way out, kicks over my garbage can, and keys my car.*

Hiring and firing is SO emotionally draining, don't you think?

THINGS THAT BEGIN WITH 'T'...TRUCK...TRAVEL...TSUNAMI...

How do you get a truck out of a harbor?
You attach air bags...



And then you tow it to the boat ramp.


Just thought you'd all want to know.
So September was research month whether I wanted to or not. A brilliant trip to Victoria to see an old friend and pass by Port Townsend and Port Angeles where my WIP will take place...
And then?
I come home to a tsunami alert.

We watched the water rise past the high tide mark...

And then it receded. It went back and forth high tide and low tide right in front of our eyes for several hours. Like someone was filling a tub and then letting the water out a drain...it was flat...no real waves. But the surging caused the water to go instantly from clear to muddy...
This month I actually had to start a new journal titled:
"THINGS I MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT PUT INTO A NOVEL"
You never know.
TOOLOOSE has started his next book.
WORKING TITLE:
ALIEN SPACE MONKEYS VERSUS THE DREAD TSUNAMI VAMPIRE
He's already got 153 words.

"It was a dark and stormy sea..."

STRANGER THAN FICTION...

What are the chances...



That a car in the parking lot gets its throttle stuck and it richochets off a MERCEDES...takes out a dock box, electrical conduit, a eight foot tall metal gate, rides down the dock between two sailboats and plunges into the water with the driver swimming to safety and the boats undamaged?
What are the chances that it happens two boats down from a novelist?
This is SO going in my next book...
oh and the car is sitting in 16 feet of water and will need to be removed with a crane...What are the chances?

DEEP END OF THE OCEAN...THE REST OF THE STORY...

When Deep End of the Ocean was released and became the first Oprah book it changed everything. It was a compelling story that still engages readers. When we reluctantly closed the book, we all wondered what happened to the family.
Everyone has been anxiously awaiting the sequel.
Well wait no more.
It's here!!!!!
NO TIME TO WAVE GOODBYE

Those of us attending the Hawaii Writers Conference and Retreat were able to score early copies of Jacquelyn Mitchard's sequel to her best selling first novel.
Was it worth the wait?
YOU BETCHA.
Grab your copy now and dive right in...

After reading it - I was compelled to re read Deep End of the Ocean and marvel once more at the characters, the premise and what a terrific story it is and think back...
1996...I had been living in Hawaii for over five years, I was on the beach and immersed from the very first page...

Where were YOU when you first read Deep End of the Ocean?

THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD...OR DIDN'T WE JUST PASS THIS PLACE???

I remember taking this photo in Norway. After a while all the cliffs that I felt the car would plunge over started looking the same...


The idea for this blog post is courtesy of THIS

Title:

YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ MY F***ING SCRIPT IF I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR F***ING RANT

I read the comments about this essay and they were evenly divided between agreeing with the ranter and disagreeing saying that everybody needs a hand early in their career.
Let me give my take on the situation.
In my case help was encouragement in workshops not reading a manuscript and getting me an agent. I help other writers because I know what it was like.
Do I read their work? Only in facilitated workshops. Do I get them an agent? No because I don't know what kind of agent they want. Do I send them to my editor? No that's not my job. Will I answer questions about writing or publishing? YES YES YES.
Anyone who asks about my path or has a question gets an answer.
Do I have to insult someone who genuinely thinks I might want to read or edit their unagented work?
No.
Never.
Why?
Because they don't know any better. I tell them about writers groups and organizations and conferences and wish them luck.
Yes I know it's impossible to discourage true writers. But yanno. I don't want to discourage them. I want other writers to succeed. If something I say helps then yeah!
If they get annoyed with me for not easing their path then I can't help that. I'm too busy revising my next manuscript to worry about that.
The thing is...
Why be mean?

BETA BOB BOUNCES BACK...

WANDERING STAR has joined ORION at the Ala Wai...

That teeny tiny speck of a sailboat is Wandering Star entering the harbor. So it's back to normal or kinda normal...Tooloose is writing his alien space monkey opus, I'm working on a new project, and simultaneously trying to come down from 10+ days working with other writers.
It's been fun...and everyone says the same thing:
Write.
Write.
Write.
Get off the internet and write.
Get off your butt and write.
Have faith (that's from Mitch Albom).
Have determination (that's from Kristin Hannah).
Let adversity motivate you (that's from Jackie Mitchard).
Break all the rules (that's from Joseph Finder).
String 60 scenes together (that's from William Bernstein).
I'm going to sell my house and buy a boat (that's from William Martin- he went on a great catamaran ride and now he's jealous of me...on a sailboat...in Hawaii...).
And for the writers who heard my talk?
Look for that pony in the manure pile and stay well grounded by stepping in an occassional hair ball...

DEBRIEFING: OR WHY DO SOME PEOPLE WALK OUT ON WORKSHOPS...

In the midst of dragons there be gold...

It happens every year. With every instructor. At some point in the writers workshop a person feels their needs are not being met...
The first day everyone has bright shiny happy faces. As the week progresses two things happen. A writer takes on a dogged determined appearance and their writing becomes lighter...more fluid...a distinctive voice develops.
OR.
The second, third, or fourth day?
They do not come back. At first we think they've slept in or are ill. Then the truth comes out.
We have NOT recognized their brilliance.
Darn.
And I thought everyone was supposed to recognize mine...
There are as many reasons as there are plot points. The thing is? So you don't learn about gripping dialogue. You learn something about characterization. Or maybe you learn more about the structure of a novel. Or just maybe you find a way out of your story and into another story...I never learn what I think I'm going to and the funny thing I often learn from my classmates...
And at the VERY least? You have more best selling authors to list on your query or resume and have an in to get a blurb from...What else it teaches? How to take criticism well - that helps when working with a publisher when they tell you to change something. So my hat's off to Jackie Mitchard and Karin Slaughter. They came. They saw.
They taught...

SO YOU WANT TO BE A WRITER...

During dinner we were serenaded by the rustling of the palms...

Yesterday's exercise was to create two separate paragraphs either first or third person that addressed gender. How to reveal the sex of the speaker so a reader knows exactly whether the protagonist is a man or woman without being obvious...like having them look in a mirror...DUH!!!!We also had to make one sympathetic and the other unsympathetic-
Then we took our gender paragraphs and turned them into a dialogue (monologue) and made them unsympathetic if they originally were sympathetic and vice versa...
I learned a lot plus it was fun. We made each other laugh so hard we nearly peed our pants (speaking for myself only of course).
Tonight's homework was a one page two person dialogue that was suspenseful.
It's now after 11 pm and I am wishing I started my homework earlier...
If I don't finish I'll say TOOLOOSE ate my homework...or at least his alien space monkeys did...
So what are your excuses?

MITCHARD & SLAUGHTER : CHARACTERS' SECRETS

We all decided our instructors names would make a great law firm:
Mitchard & Slaughter

Where Holly and I had dinner:

For homework yesterday I wrote an even creepier short SHORT story about a woman who gets offed by her husband by getting dumped in the ocean (no ideas eh Gordon?).
Studying the structure of thrillers is really getting rid of all my pent up emotion let me tell you!
Today Karin Slaughter talked about knowing one secret your character has that the reader may never know.
Like they stole out of the collection plate when they were 10 and embarrassed in front of the congregation and that's why they are guilty every time they go to church...or they got a DUI, or they never actually graduated from college or...
you get the idea.
It was hugely helpful and I came up with a GREAT secret...and I'm never telling.
No sir.
Tooloose did the exercise as well.

MI ALIEN SPAZ MONKEEZ HAV A SECRIT:

THEY R NUT RELEE ALIENS AN THEY DON KNO HOW TO FLY.
SORREE.

What are YOUR characters' secrets?

FIRST ASSIGNMENT: HAWAII WRITERS RETREAT...

No picture. Not yet. Our classroom is facing the Ocean and has a view of Diamond Head.
The first day we heard a talk by William Martin on first lines and first pages. About setting up the voice and the characters. About compelling the reader to turn that page.
Then we had a break and IMMEDIATELY WENT TO STARBUCKS...which made HOLLY and I late for class...my bad...
so....WE WERE SEPARATED!!!! We couldn't even pass notes back and forth.
In the beginning we worked on the events in our stories. Listing the 10 major events that lead to the next thing.
It was HARD!!!!!
Even with a second draft of this current book finished I had a REALLY difficult time and mine was horrible. I sweated blood to create my list and when I read it over it actually bore little resemblance to the book I wrote...*crumples paper up and starts over*

The next task seemed easier. Homework: write a one page ghost story with NO HOUSE THAT IS OFFERED FOR SALE THAT A NEW FAMILY MOVES INTO...ie no Amityville horror...Rats...
Do you want to read my home work? Do you? well...
Here it is:
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Ghost Story
I’m being chased. Don’t come closer. I tell them, but the one doggedly tromps through the forest with the video camera rolling, slowing only to take a slurp of his beer. I flee. I soar. Trees whisk by. Stones rattle and tumble. Bushes rear out of the ground, but the flannel-shirted idiot keeps it up. The other moron wears a hooded sweatshirt that flops over his face, and carries a metal flashlight. Hard to balance that and the can of brew he holds in his hand as he jogs, but he manages without spilling a drop. Takes talent, that.
“He’s getting away, Lenny. Head him off.”
“Got him, Carl. You just keep filming.”
Stay away. I tell them, but they don’t listen. They never listen. Why do they not listen? I allow the idiot with the camera a fleeting glimpse of me. I am a startle. A movement out of the corner of his eye. A shimmer of glowing light. His lumbering body swings around and he stumbles forward. Rasping breath. Excitement and expectation causes him to be heedless. I count on this and use it to my advantage.
When his foot crashes through the rotted plywood covered with soft pine needles and leaves, his body tumbles down the darkened shaft. He doesn’t have time to do more than grunt in surprise. If I were him I might have tossed the beer and camera aside and grabbed a hold of the frame or protruding root on the way down. He doesn’t of course. They never think of it at the time. I know I never did. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty as they often say.
I know these woods like the back of my hand. Or did when I had a hand. Every path. Each trail. How close the quarry is to the edge of the road. The location of every pit. Each abandoned well. What it takes to entice and beguile.
I know how it will be for the next one.
His heart will thud in his ears as he holds his breath until he nearly explodes. “Carl? CARL? Where are you? Carl?” he will say. His fingers will become sweaty and both hands will tremble. Maybe he will shine his light in a wide circle. Around and around until he is dizzy. A twig snaps. I hear him coming. Maybe I will show myself. Maybe he will die of fright. Time stopping dead like a crushed watch. If he doesn’t, it will be as easy to lead him to the shaft as it was for the others. Easier, even. I know this.
Each time it gets easier.
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Comments? Of course you all knew it would be my style to write one from the POV of a ghost...
What would you have done?