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Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Not Shark Week...A Christian Reminiscent
The internet is an amazing thing.
Friday night was a sort-of nostalgic-ish trip back into my children's childhood/adolescent Christian-themed entertainment, when Christian programming was in its infancy.
Some of it appears extremely amateurish now and lends itself to spoofs and mock mockery; some of it is amazingly well-down even by today's standards; and all were tools I used to help introduce my kids to values and beliefs that hold eternal weight, values and beliefs that each of my children have incorporated in some way into their lives today.
In the end, all of the material whether they were straight-up clips or modified with comments, was just plain fun to watch.
Over the next week (or two), I'll share excerpts of stuff that shaped our lives.
Non-Christians might roll their eyes and deem these clips "brainwashing."
Fundamentlist Christians might be shocked at the dark humor in the spoofs that will provide plenty of inside giggles for my family.
Everyone else: sit tight, be inspired, and have a chuckle (or groan) or two at our expense. Heck, it's okay to even feel sorry for my kids.
Don't be mistaken: I'm quite serious about what I believe.
But that doesn't mean I can't laugh at some of our experiences on the road to get there.
Can I hear a rousing, "AMEN?"
Friday night was a sort-of nostalgic-ish trip back into my children's childhood/adolescent Christian-themed entertainment, when Christian programming was in its infancy.
Some of it appears extremely amateurish now and lends itself to spoofs and mock mockery; some of it is amazingly well-down even by today's standards; and all were tools I used to help introduce my kids to values and beliefs that hold eternal weight, values and beliefs that each of my children have incorporated in some way into their lives today.
In the end, all of the material whether they were straight-up clips or modified with comments, was just plain fun to watch.
Over the next week (or two), I'll share excerpts of stuff that shaped our lives.
Non-Christians might roll their eyes and deem these clips "brainwashing."
Fundamentlist Christians might be shocked at the dark humor in the spoofs that will provide plenty of inside giggles for my family.
Everyone else: sit tight, be inspired, and have a chuckle (or groan) or two at our expense. Heck, it's okay to even feel sorry for my kids.
Don't be mistaken: I'm quite serious about what I believe.
But that doesn't mean I can't laugh at some of our experiences on the road to get there.
Can I hear a rousing, "AMEN?"
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Friday, June 26, 2015
Story Round-Up: Features in The Herald-News, Week of June 21, 2015
Packed day, running behind. Below is a snapshot to my week.
All the feature briefs, along with the event calendars - health, faith, and arts and entertainment - can be found at the link below. http://www.theherald-news.com/lifestyle/ The fourth, Gotta Do It, runs each Sunday.
Check back with www.theherald-news.com each day for new event listings.
Joliet man opens his home, heart to orphans
The story must be read to be believed, the first time I've told it from the dad's point of view. Below, a link to a story on the same family that I wrote in 2008.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/11/joliet-man-opens-his-home-heart-to-orphans/azed4pd/?page=1
http://equalityforadoptedchildren.org/documents/Herald_News_May29_2008.pdf
An Extraordinary Life: A servant to others
Susan McNabb dedicated her life to the special needs community. This is an instance where I wish I could have recorded a video clip of one of the classes her foundation offers for special needs adults, but illness (my part) and the Coal City tornado (God's part) eliminated that opportunity.
-http://ww.theherald-news.com/2015/06/11/extraordinary-life-a-servant-to-others/aj6m0gj/
Pets of the Week
The place to find the purr-fect four-footer for your family.
http://ww.theherald-news.com/2015/06/19/pets-of-the-week/aev3g52/
Running out of options: Two with ties to Braidwood battle aggressive brain tumors
By Kevin Beese
A story by one of my new freelancers shows how devastating one common brain cancer can be...with links on how to help these families.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/11/running-out-of-options-two-with-ties-to-braidwood-battle-aggressive-brain-tumors/abjgtx6/
Pastor in his 80s still preaching and reaching out
By Kevin Beese
Joliet's David Downey is a white man that was recently honored for a nearly six-decade outreach to the black community, and he ain't done yet.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/11/joliet-pastor-in-his-80s-still-preaching-and-reaching-out/a1497kj/
Bolingbrook venue hosts third annual BaconFest
By Sean Leary
A mouthwatering story promoting America's favorite food written in Leary's humorous style. Read it and smile, even if you don't like bacon.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/22/bolingbrook-venue-hosts-third-annual-baconfest/a4ionz9/
Joliet man opens his home, heart to orphans
The story must be read to be believed, the first time I've told it from the dad's point of view. Below, a link to a story on the same family that I wrote in 2008.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/11/joliet-man-opens-his-home-heart-to-orphans/azed4pd/?page=1
http://equalityforadoptedchildren.org/documents/Herald_News_May29_2008.pdf
An Extraordinary Life: A servant to others
Susan McNabb dedicated her life to the special needs community. This is an instance where I wish I could have recorded a video clip of one of the classes her foundation offers for special needs adults, but illness (my part) and the Coal City tornado (God's part) eliminated that opportunity.
-http://ww.theherald-news.com/2015/06/11/extraordinary-life-a-servant-to-others/aj6m0gj/
Pets of the Week
The place to find the purr-fect four-footer for your family.
http://ww.theherald-news.com/2015/06/19/pets-of-the-week/aev3g52/
Running out of options: Two with ties to Braidwood battle aggressive brain tumors
By Kevin Beese
A story by one of my new freelancers shows how devastating one common brain cancer can be...with links on how to help these families.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/11/running-out-of-options-two-with-ties-to-braidwood-battle-aggressive-brain-tumors/abjgtx6/
Pastor in his 80s still preaching and reaching out
By Kevin Beese
Joliet's David Downey is a white man that was recently honored for a nearly six-decade outreach to the black community, and he ain't done yet.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/11/joliet-pastor-in-his-80s-still-preaching-and-reaching-out/a1497kj/
Bolingbrook venue hosts third annual BaconFest
By Sean Leary
A mouthwatering story promoting America's favorite food written in Leary's humorous style. Read it and smile, even if you don't like bacon.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/22/bolingbrook-venue-hosts-third-annual-baconfest/a4ionz9/
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Keep It Natural: Write in Layers, Make Soup
Back in the dark ages of the 1970s, the goal for wearing makeup was to appear as if one wasn't wearing any makeup, which was dubbed, "the natural look."
Or consider this: how many times have you watched a performance or demonstration and you thought to youself, "I could do this." That's because the performer has perfected the act so well and seamlessly, it seems effortless.
In cooking, you build flavor by many subtle blends of ingredients. In writing, you build characters and worlds by many subtle layers of details.
Just as you wouldn't dump a shakerful of Italian blend into your soup and call it seasoned, you can't immerse a reader into your story by tossing info dumps at him and calling it character or world-building.
Writing a novel is a lot like making soup.
First, you start with a rich stock. To make the stock, you need the following: a plot, some characters, a place, a time period, the hows and whys
.
Brown that plot under the heat of your muse. Add the characters and a place and let it simmer in your mind.
Decide what vegetables you'd like in your soup: these are the details of your story, your first draft.
Add seasoning: Close plot holes, tighten wordiness, add descriptions, strengthen certain points, cut scenes. At his point, many cooks (writers) think they're done.
But that does not make good soup...or a novel.
The real secret is in the seasoning.
Go back and taste your soup: This means, walk away from the story (again), come back, and read it. Maybe you need just a touch more of garlic. Maybe the soup needs a little thyme. Maybe you have too much salt, and you add a cubed potato to absorb it.
Perhaps a scene needs the addition of a couple words to make a room visible, a scent smelled, a voice heard, a peach tasted, the ache in tired limbs felt.
Barely perceptible, these are the elements that will keep your reader glued to your story.
Or consider this: how many times have you watched a performance or demonstration and you thought to youself, "I could do this." That's because the performer has perfected the act so well and seamlessly, it seems effortless.
In cooking, you build flavor by many subtle blends of ingredients. In writing, you build characters and worlds by many subtle layers of details.
Just as you wouldn't dump a shakerful of Italian blend into your soup and call it seasoned, you can't immerse a reader into your story by tossing info dumps at him and calling it character or world-building.
Writing a novel is a lot like making soup.
First, you start with a rich stock. To make the stock, you need the following: a plot, some characters, a place, a time period, the hows and whys
.
Brown that plot under the heat of your muse. Add the characters and a place and let it simmer in your mind.
Decide what vegetables you'd like in your soup: these are the details of your story, your first draft.
Add seasoning: Close plot holes, tighten wordiness, add descriptions, strengthen certain points, cut scenes. At his point, many cooks (writers) think they're done.
But that does not make good soup...or a novel.
The real secret is in the seasoning.
Go back and taste your soup: This means, walk away from the story (again), come back, and read it. Maybe you need just a touch more of garlic. Maybe the soup needs a little thyme. Maybe you have too much salt, and you add a cubed potato to absorb it.
Perhaps a scene needs the addition of a couple words to make a room visible, a scent smelled, a voice heard, a peach tasted, the ache in tired limbs felt.
Barely perceptible, these are the elements that will keep your reader glued to your story.
Monday, June 22, 2015
Humbled to Have Known Him, Glad He's Getting His Due
Until Pearl Harbor survivor John Latko died a year and a half ago, he was a treasured member of our church, and his son, also John, faithfully brought him each week.
John, the son, still pops in from time to time.
We all knew John was special, and he made frequent appearances at various veterans events.
Now his hometown of Hammond is recognizing John and his bravery.
I say, it's about time.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/suburbs/post-tribune/news/ct-ptb-latko-street-st-0620-20150619-story.html
John, the son, still pops in from time to time.
We all knew John was special, and he made frequent appearances at various veterans events.
Now his hometown of Hammond is recognizing John and his bravery.
I say, it's about time.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/suburbs/post-tribune/news/ct-ptb-latko-street-st-0620-20150619-story.html
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Friday, June 19, 2015
Story Round-Up: Features in The Herald-News, Week of June 14, 2015
A long/short week of surprises and delights, working much of Saturday to take a few writing days off and working into the weekend with an unusally longer list of duties accompanying my being the editor on call this weekend.
But with all three of my youngest young adults working the weekends now (except church) amongst those duties, I will definitely be working on Before the Blood.
With the exception of my column, the stories below are all written by my freelancers (just the way the budget fell this month), but I was pleased with each one of them. Two of the writers have only previously covered events, so these were their first feature stories, and they are well done.
But with all three of my youngest young adults working the weekends now (except church) amongst those duties, I will definitely be working on Before the Blood.
With the exception of my column, the stories below are all written by my freelancers (just the way the budget fell this month), but I was pleased with each one of them. Two of the writers have only previously covered events, so these were their first feature stories, and they are well done.
I also put together four event
calendars each week: health, faith, and arts and entertainment. Three of them
can be found at the link below. http://www.theherald-news.com/lifestyle/ The
fourth, Gotta Do It, runs each Sunday.
Check back with www.theherald-news.com each day
for new event listings.
Finally, a few last remarks.
Recently, An Extraordinary Life column won third place at the Illiinois Associated Press Awards last week and one of my feature stories won second place at the Illinois Associated Press Awards:
While anyone that knows me also knows that I don't work for money, awards, or titles, and that I have shunned contests, etc., with one hundred percent consistency, these events are part of working for a company and part of the reocgnition that goes along with working in this particular industry.
In short, it was encouraging to see that, in my professional career that has spanned nearly two decades and is only "official" in just the past year and a half, my writin g could stand up to the scrutiny of judges. It was a nice affirmation.
Crest Hill couple still going strong after 75 years
By Christine Johnson
They officially met in a cemetary and attended girlie shows together?
Say what?
Meet one couple that is still deeply in love with each other after all these years, and learn their secrets for staying happy together. With video extra.
An Extraordinary Life: One man's musical path
Read how a personal tragedy and an opportunity at a funeral became a lifetime of blessing others.
Pets of the Week
For that purrfect canine or feline companion, search no more.
New Lenox woman who fought debilitating fibromyalgia takes part in triathlon
By Allison Selk
A fantastic photo by our photo editor Eric Ginnard is the perfect lede into this story, which must be read to the end to see how this New Lenox champion of herself fared.
Pastor focuses on the people
By Dawn Aulet
A community-minded minister recently had an experience that significantly expands the community he now serves.
Joliet Area Community Hospice hosts annual garden walk for pediatric programs
By Mauverneen Blevins
A profile of one of the thirteen gardens featured on this walk, along with descriptions of the others. See how the concept one set of grandparents has blossomed into a still-growing legacy.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
BryonySeries Throwback Thursday: What Is "Bryony?"
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
What Is "Bryony?"
How and when I decided to give John Simons' wife the name of a poisnous vine and then encase his mansion in it is lost in obscurity. I only remember. rejecting "ivy" and recalling the name, "Briony," from Ruth M. Arthur's "A Candle in her Room." Coincidentally, and not on purpose (Honest!), Briony's older sister in that book is named, "Melissa."
At the time, I thought Briony's meaning had something to do with briars. When I researched the name, I discovered it was actually an obnoxious, toxic weed, with predator-type qualities, so perfect for a vampire novel.
Below are a few facts about Bryony, complements of the Montana State University and its July 28, 2009 press release, "Fast-growing, noxious weed, white bryony, found in Bozeman." (http://www.montana.edu/). First, its description:
* Bryony can grow up to 6 inches a day and quickly cover the sides and tops of trees.
* Its rooting system can be up to 18 inches in length and resembles a white turnip.
* White bryony has dark green, palmately lobed leaves, each with an associated tendril.
* The flowers are small, yellow-green or yellow-white, and are located in the leaf axils.
* The fruit is a round berry, which turns black as it ripens.
* Birds eat and spread these fruits. The fruits are highly toxic to humans and animals.
White bryony first appeared in United States during the 1970s. Its nickname is "Kudzu of the Northwest." Here's why:
* Bryony's rapid growth can block all light to the host plant.
* Heavy winter snow can accumulate on bryony and break the branches of the host plant.
* Following breakage, disease and insects may invade the host plant.
* The spread of white bryony can reduce wind protection for people and livestock.
* It can also lead to loss of wildlife habitat.
One must exercise caution when removing bryony:
* Wear protective gear (gloves, long sleeves), as bryony can irritate skin.
* Certain, effective herbicides can be hazardous to the host species.
* To apply, Pull the bryony vine away from the plant before applying.
* Several applications may be necessary.
* White bryony regenerates from the root, so severing the vines is not as effective.
* Root damage is the most effective control method. Cut roots several inches below the soil.
* This must be done in autumn, after the leaves have died.
* Watch for new plants and repeat.
At the time, I thought Briony's meaning had something to do with briars. When I researched the name, I discovered it was actually an obnoxious, toxic weed, with predator-type qualities, so perfect for a vampire novel.
Below are a few facts about Bryony, complements of the Montana State University and its July 28, 2009 press release, "Fast-growing, noxious weed, white bryony, found in Bozeman." (http://www.montana.edu/). First, its description:
* Bryony can grow up to 6 inches a day and quickly cover the sides and tops of trees.
* Its rooting system can be up to 18 inches in length and resembles a white turnip.
* White bryony has dark green, palmately lobed leaves, each with an associated tendril.
* The flowers are small, yellow-green or yellow-white, and are located in the leaf axils.
* The fruit is a round berry, which turns black as it ripens.
* Birds eat and spread these fruits. The fruits are highly toxic to humans and animals.
White bryony first appeared in United States during the 1970s. Its nickname is "Kudzu of the Northwest." Here's why:
* Bryony's rapid growth can block all light to the host plant.
* Heavy winter snow can accumulate on bryony and break the branches of the host plant.
* Following breakage, disease and insects may invade the host plant.
* The spread of white bryony can reduce wind protection for people and livestock.
* It can also lead to loss of wildlife habitat.
One must exercise caution when removing bryony:
* Wear protective gear (gloves, long sleeves), as bryony can irritate skin.
* Certain, effective herbicides can be hazardous to the host species.
* To apply, Pull the bryony vine away from the plant before applying.
* Several applications may be necessary.
* White bryony regenerates from the root, so severing the vines is not as effective.
* Root damage is the most effective control method. Cut roots several inches below the soil.
* This must be done in autumn, after the leaves have died.
* Watch for new plants and repeat.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Writer Retreat
So I held off posting yesterday because the muse was working. I realized this morning I hadn't posted at all.
I have a couple days off to write and, thankfully, thus far, said muse is cooperating.
Where some writers might post photos of the retreat house, updates on the work-in-progress, and avant-garde shops they're visiting, I'm not doing any of the above. The whole point of a writers retreat is to, well, WRITE.
So no photos.
No updates.
And I'm certainly not browsing any shops.
And that is all. Before the Blood is calling my name...
I have a couple days off to write and, thankfully, thus far, said muse is cooperating.
Where some writers might post photos of the retreat house, updates on the work-in-progress, and avant-garde shops they're visiting, I'm not doing any of the above. The whole point of a writers retreat is to, well, WRITE.
So no photos.
No updates.
And I'm certainly not browsing any shops.
And that is all. Before the Blood is calling my name...
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Easy Nineteenth Century Strawberry Ice Cream
Ice cream was John
Simons’ one, particular culinary weakness. Each lunch at Simons Mansion
From Miss Beecher’s domestic receiptbook: designed as a supplement to her Treatise on domestic economy.
Strawberry Ice Cream
1 pint ripe strawberries
1 pint cream
4 ounces powered sugar
Rub strawberries through a sieve, add cream, then sugar.
Freeze.
From "Memories in the Kitchen: Bites and Nibbles From
'Bryony'"
All proceeds benefit Big Brothers Big Sisters of Will and Grundy
Counties. www.bbbswillgrundy.org
Order the cookbook at www.bryonyseries.com/Dalton_s_Dry_Goods.html
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Friday, June 12, 2015
Story Round-Up: Features in The Herald-News, Week of June 7, 2015
Looking back, I can't believe I was productive as I was. Went home early (early for me) on Friday because I didn't feel well and finally was smart enough to go to quick care on Sunday morning. Despite an antibiotic, I dragged until yesterday. Amazing how the work always gets done! (Thank you, God).
And this weekend, Before the Blood, which will carry into the beginning of the week, as I'm taking a couple days off to write.
I also put together four event calendars each week: health, faith, and arts and entertainment. Three of them can be found at the link below. http://www.theherald-news.com/lifestyle/ The fourth, Gotta Do It, runs each Sunday.
Check back with www.theherald-news.com each day for new event listings.
Joliet investment club gave members a chance to learn while they earned
A neat variation of "tell two friends and they'll tell two friends," these ladies were definitely forward thinking...and it paid off.
http://m.theherald-news.com/2015/06/03/joliet-investment-club-gave-members-a-chance-to-learn-while-they-earned/awf69e1/
Rialto Square Theatre announces line-up for 2015-2016
Wanna know who's coming to Joliet this year? The information is right here. Rialto general manager also discusses one act you don't want to miss.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/03/rialto-square-theatre-announces-lineup-for-2015-16-season/awcejbc/
An Extraordinary Life: Joliet woman gave generously of herself
No task or project was beyond this schoolteacher if it meant helping others. With video "extra."
http://m.theherald-news.com/2015/05/28/an-extraordinary-life-joliet-woman-gave-generously-of-herself/att9z98/
Pets of the Week
To help you find that fantastic, furry, four-footed addition to your family...
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/05/pets-of-the-week/a7pux5n/
One Joliet Franciscan reflects back on her road to ministry
By Dawn Aulet
As the Sisters of St. Francis of Mary Immaculate in Joliet celebrate 150 years, this sister didn't take the tried and true road to the congregation.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/06/09/one-joliet-franciscan-reflects-back-on-her-road-to-ministry/a3clpau/?page=1
White Oak library craft club provides members creative outlet, good conversation
Despite being trapped in the car during a hailstorm and missing the first part of the meeting, I met some great ladies (including that writes fiction and received an invitation to WriteOn Joliet and one that has some mutual friends) and saw the results of some amazing talent
http://m.theherald-news.com/2015/06/11/white-oak-library-craft-club-provides-members-creative-outlet-good-conversation/a2hhu8s/
Thursday, June 11, 2015
BryonySeries Throwback Thursday: Over-Editing Syndrome
NaNoWriMo #15 and Over-Editing Syndrome
Bryony Preqeul, Secton One, etc.: No check. :(
Word Count: 0
I debated titling this blog Confession of a Medical Phobic (I had an allergic reaction to one of the antibiotics I was taking, so I get to try a NEW drug tonight, oh joy!), but decided to focus on another condition I've been battling: over-editing syndrome.
Over the past couple of years, the amount of editing I do has vastly increased. I not only self-edit my "regular" work, but I've spent hours upon hours pouring through Bryony, and that's on top of the occasional editing assignment I'll assume for another writer.
While all this editing is sharpening my skills, I now have an inner editor monitoring my social media posts and my rough drafts, but it doesn't stop there. I scour for mistakes in my children's textbooks, other books I am reading (I can now pick up any book and find errors), and even educational pamphlets.
The other night, while at a hospital emergency department, I noticed a stack of flyers listing policy and procedures. Since I had nothing else to do as I waited at the desk, I read the flyer. Soon, I was nudging my son and pointing.
"There's a common error here."
He rolled his eyes.
Then I noticed the "pardon our dust" construction sign on the window.
"I don't know," I said. "The sentence structure sounds clumsy."
You get the picture.
As I read through Bryony's proof copy for what I hope will be the last time, I have to squelch the urge to second-guess grammar and punctuation rules and rewrite, rewrite, rewrite.
I hear this is common with other writers, but I never dreamed I'd fall victim to it. So if my mind is so persnickety, Why do I still keep making mistakes?
Word Count: 0
I debated titling this blog Confession of a Medical Phobic (I had an allergic reaction to one of the antibiotics I was taking, so I get to try a NEW drug tonight, oh joy!), but decided to focus on another condition I've been battling: over-editing syndrome.
Over the past couple of years, the amount of editing I do has vastly increased. I not only self-edit my "regular" work, but I've spent hours upon hours pouring through Bryony, and that's on top of the occasional editing assignment I'll assume for another writer.
While all this editing is sharpening my skills, I now have an inner editor monitoring my social media posts and my rough drafts, but it doesn't stop there. I scour for mistakes in my children's textbooks, other books I am reading (I can now pick up any book and find errors), and even educational pamphlets.
The other night, while at a hospital emergency department, I noticed a stack of flyers listing policy and procedures. Since I had nothing else to do as I waited at the desk, I read the flyer. Soon, I was nudging my son and pointing.
"There's a common error here."
He rolled his eyes.
Then I noticed the "pardon our dust" construction sign on the window.
"I don't know," I said. "The sentence structure sounds clumsy."
You get the picture.
As I read through Bryony's proof copy for what I hope will be the last time, I have to squelch the urge to second-guess grammar and punctuation rules and rewrite, rewrite, rewrite.
I hear this is common with other writers, but I never dreamed I'd fall victim to it. So if my mind is so persnickety, Why do I still keep making mistakes?
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
How to Find and Develop Your Voice
You don't need to find your voice. You already have it.
I don't, you say.
But I say, you do.
No one can tell a story in the way you can tell it. No one can write a story in the way you write it.
Even a story that "sounds like" another author will never really sound like someone else.
I remember an editor telling me, way back in the dark ages when I first started freelancing for The Herald-News, that as I wrote, I would find "my voice." I had only a dim clue as to what she meant.
I'm still not sure what "my voice" is, although other people say they "know" when they are reading one of my stories.
I found this to be true accidentally, twice, actually.
One happened while I was researching a nurse online for a story, and I found a press release about her. It sounded as if I could have written it. Turns out, when I did a search in my documents, I had written it, many years ago.
Another time, more recently, when a feature story by a freelancer needed a lot of reworking, a public relations person from a local college said she loved the story I had written. When I messaged back that I hadn't written it, she was confused. She was so sure I had written it, as it had "sounded" like one of mine. As an editor wanting to see each writer write to the best of his or her ability, instead of being content for me rework a story, this was not good news.
When I assign feature stories, I keep in mind my writers' distinct voices and writing styles, and then give them stories that pair well with those styles. I also assign stories that challenge those styles, to edge them to perfection.
As in all things, some writers are more open to perfecting their craft than others.
Still, writers needn't fear that editing and reworking their stories will result in those stories losing their unique characteristics. Unless you're relying on someone else to make significant fundamental changes (you shouldn't), even the changes you make will still sound like "you."
So now that you have that voice, how do you develop it? You write.
You write and write and write and write.
And you edit your own work. You pour through the story, line by line, word by word, and inspect it. What works? What doesn't work? What neededs to be expanded? Tightened? Eliminated all together?
Believe it or not, as much as editors are important to the perfection of the work, you are the best judge. Even in the newsroom, few changes are made without asking the reporters questions. Did you mean to say this? What doe this mean? Is it okay to change "this" to "this?"
Seriously.
And as you shape your work, it will not only read in your voice, it will read in your very best voice.
A unique story of your own told in a voice uniquely own: it's mind-jarring, isn't it?
Kinda makes you want to spend the day writing, doesn't it?
I don't, you say.
But I say, you do.
No one can tell a story in the way you can tell it. No one can write a story in the way you write it.
Even a story that "sounds like" another author will never really sound like someone else.
I remember an editor telling me, way back in the dark ages when I first started freelancing for The Herald-News, that as I wrote, I would find "my voice." I had only a dim clue as to what she meant.
I'm still not sure what "my voice" is, although other people say they "know" when they are reading one of my stories.
I found this to be true accidentally, twice, actually.
One happened while I was researching a nurse online for a story, and I found a press release about her. It sounded as if I could have written it. Turns out, when I did a search in my documents, I had written it, many years ago.
Another time, more recently, when a feature story by a freelancer needed a lot of reworking, a public relations person from a local college said she loved the story I had written. When I messaged back that I hadn't written it, she was confused. She was so sure I had written it, as it had "sounded" like one of mine. As an editor wanting to see each writer write to the best of his or her ability, instead of being content for me rework a story, this was not good news.
When I assign feature stories, I keep in mind my writers' distinct voices and writing styles, and then give them stories that pair well with those styles. I also assign stories that challenge those styles, to edge them to perfection.
As in all things, some writers are more open to perfecting their craft than others.
Still, writers needn't fear that editing and reworking their stories will result in those stories losing their unique characteristics. Unless you're relying on someone else to make significant fundamental changes (you shouldn't), even the changes you make will still sound like "you."
So now that you have that voice, how do you develop it? You write.
You write and write and write and write.
And you edit your own work. You pour through the story, line by line, word by word, and inspect it. What works? What doesn't work? What neededs to be expanded? Tightened? Eliminated all together?
Believe it or not, as much as editors are important to the perfection of the work, you are the best judge. Even in the newsroom, few changes are made without asking the reporters questions. Did you mean to say this? What doe this mean? Is it okay to change "this" to "this?"
Seriously.
And as you shape your work, it will not only read in your voice, it will read in your very best voice.
A unique story of your own told in a voice uniquely own: it's mind-jarring, isn't it?
Kinda makes you want to spend the day writing, doesn't it?
Monday, June 8, 2015
Found This Little Midwifery Gem from 1671
Long for the good 'ol days, when everything was more
"natural?"
You might change your mind after you read this. In 1671,
Jane Sharp included in The Midwives Book, a recipe to accelerate the process of
delivering a stillborn. Wonder what cocktail Dr. Gothart in the modern
nineteenth century whipped up.
Take Oyl of worms, of Foxes, and of the Lillies of the
Vallies, each alike, boyl a young blind Puppey in them, so long that his flesh
part from the bones; then press forth all strongly, and add to the straining,
Styrax, Calamint, Benzoin, Opopanax, Frankincense, Mastik, of each one dram, a
little Aqua Vitae, a little wax; mix them and make of them an Ointment; then
let her drink often of this Potion following.
Kind of makes ye olde Pitocin in an IV bag look less
horrible.
Sunday, June 7, 2015
A Time for Everything
A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
What do workers gain from their toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that people will fear him.
Whatever is has already been,
and what will be has been before;
and God will call the past to account.
and God will call the past to account.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-15
Saturday, June 6, 2015
BryonySeries Steward Setback Saturday: My Calkins Day Address: An Open Letter to Egypt
Sunday, February 13, 2011
My Calkins Day Address: An Open Letter to Egypt
In Bryony, Melissa meets Ireland's first official vampire, Ed Calkins. When he was alive, Ed had created an alter ego for himself, "The Steward of Tara," also known as a "ruthless dictator" who had conquered nations through insulting limericks.
Now that he is dead, Ed's imagination has no boundaries, so he freely pretends he is living the delusion. As a vampire, Ed is convinced intimidation comes not through threat of attack, but with insults. He also wholeheartedly believes true greatness rests in being Irish.
Throughout the books that comprise the Bryony series, Ed promotes that his birthday--today, February 13--should be celebrated as a national holiday with a parade, and in Bryony, Ed refers to a petition he is circulating to accomplish it.
In Bryony and in "real" life (for Ed Calkins is a real person, fictionlized twice over for Bryony), Ed works in a warehouse that distributes newspapers. In both cases, Ed accomplishes his dreams of Calkins Day glory by riding a pallet jack and tossing out handfuls of candy.
Tomorrow, I will give my reasons why I agree with Ed that Calkins Day should be a national holiday, and those reasons have nothing to do with ruthlessness, insulting verse, or honoring verbal bullies.
Here is Ed's "address," declining an "invitation" to rule Egypt. To learn more about Ed Calkins, visit Bryony's website at http://www.bryonyseries.com/ and click the link, "The Steward of Tara."
Dearest, Noble, and Grateful Egyptian Protesters,
Amidst the joyous celebrations commemorating Calkins Day, I must strike a note of regret, and decline your offer to become ruthless dictator of Egypt. Now, I wish in no way to imply that your country lacks greatness.
We of direct Irish descent have always felt a fondness for the inventors of beer. We further appreciated how your country embraced a religion that restricted its consumption to ensure a healthy supply for us true Irishmen around the world.
It was that respect, not any thought of reward or praise for myself, that prompted me to respond to your clandestine pleas for the composition of a limerick that would drive Mubarak from power. I was delighted that the objective was achieved so close to Calkins Day.
Still, I must decline your offer, as ruling Egypt would detract from my efforts towards stewardship of Tara, the striving for world peace, and my continued researching of world domination. A dictatorship such as mine might my last for fifty years or more, which could seriously limit my other efforts. Nor could I accept the billions of dollars you would be compelled to send me as compensation for my rule and wisdom.
I will always stand ready to assist Egypt or any other nation looking to replace their current dictator with a ruthless one. Together you and I (though mostly I), can show the world how powerful the threat of insults or poor opinion can work to right an undesirable situation and how war is best fought by people or nations who don't know how to compose insulting poetry.
Be not downcast on this day of victory for I will always lend my advice to your cause. Remember it shall always remain our secret that the greatest pharaohs in your country were actually Irish. In such a way we should always be as big brother to brother. On this Calkins Day, remember greatness comes not from money or weapons, but really great literature.
Ruthlessly yours,
Ed Calkins
Now that he is dead, Ed's imagination has no boundaries, so he freely pretends he is living the delusion. As a vampire, Ed is convinced intimidation comes not through threat of attack, but with insults. He also wholeheartedly believes true greatness rests in being Irish.
Throughout the books that comprise the Bryony series, Ed promotes that his birthday--today, February 13--should be celebrated as a national holiday with a parade, and in Bryony, Ed refers to a petition he is circulating to accomplish it.
In Bryony and in "real" life (for Ed Calkins is a real person, fictionlized twice over for Bryony), Ed works in a warehouse that distributes newspapers. In both cases, Ed accomplishes his dreams of Calkins Day glory by riding a pallet jack and tossing out handfuls of candy.
Tomorrow, I will give my reasons why I agree with Ed that Calkins Day should be a national holiday, and those reasons have nothing to do with ruthlessness, insulting verse, or honoring verbal bullies.
Here is Ed's "address," declining an "invitation" to rule Egypt. To learn more about Ed Calkins, visit Bryony's website at http://www.bryonyseries.com/ and click the link, "The Steward of Tara."
Dearest, Noble, and Grateful Egyptian Protesters,
Amidst the joyous celebrations commemorating Calkins Day, I must strike a note of regret, and decline your offer to become ruthless dictator of Egypt. Now, I wish in no way to imply that your country lacks greatness.
We of direct Irish descent have always felt a fondness for the inventors of beer. We further appreciated how your country embraced a religion that restricted its consumption to ensure a healthy supply for us true Irishmen around the world.
It was that respect, not any thought of reward or praise for myself, that prompted me to respond to your clandestine pleas for the composition of a limerick that would drive Mubarak from power. I was delighted that the objective was achieved so close to Calkins Day.
Still, I must decline your offer, as ruling Egypt would detract from my efforts towards stewardship of Tara, the striving for world peace, and my continued researching of world domination. A dictatorship such as mine might my last for fifty years or more, which could seriously limit my other efforts. Nor could I accept the billions of dollars you would be compelled to send me as compensation for my rule and wisdom.
I will always stand ready to assist Egypt or any other nation looking to replace their current dictator with a ruthless one. Together you and I (though mostly I), can show the world how powerful the threat of insults or poor opinion can work to right an undesirable situation and how war is best fought by people or nations who don't know how to compose insulting poetry.
Be not downcast on this day of victory for I will always lend my advice to your cause. Remember it shall always remain our secret that the greatest pharaohs in your country were actually Irish. In such a way we should always be as big brother to brother. On this Calkins Day, remember greatness comes not from money or weapons, but really great literature.
Ruthlessly yours,
Ed Calkins
Friday, June 5, 2015
Story Round-Up: Features in The Herald-News, Week of May 31, 2015
Whew! What a week! Again!
But it was productive. And satisfying, from community news to features to assigning stories to new freelancers to last night's meeting of WriteOn Joliet.
And I can't wait to get back to Before the Blood.
I also put together four event calendars each week: health, faith, and arts and entertainment. Three of them can be found at the link below. http://www.theherald-news.com/lifestyle/ The fourth, Gotta Do It, runs each Sunday.
Check back with www.theherald-news.com each day for new event listings. And now, without further ado....
Plainfield teen hosts dinner to raise awareness and money for domestic violence
Read what this recent eight grade graduate did...and then read about her surprising career goal.
http://textalerts.theherald-news.com/2015/05/26/plainfield-teen-hosts-dinner-to-raise-awareness-and-money-for-domestic-violence/avnvovu/
An Extraordinary Life: Joliet man works hard to make son's dream of a Victorian museum come true
After his son died suddenly, Pat Magosky became a one-man force to convert an old mansion into a nineteenth century resource for the community.
http://m.theherald-news.com/2015/05/28/an-extraordinary-life-joliet-man-works-hard-to-make-sons-dream-of-a-victorian-museum-come-true/aoo2edp/
Pets of the Week
Seeking a four-footed addition to your home? Seek no more!
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/05/29/pets-of-the-week/a7g3u2m/
Frankfort boy with rare syndrome is beating the odds
CHARGE Syndrome is an orphan disease with multiple presentations and an iffy prognosis, but for this little seven-year-old boy, it's simply part of life.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/05/29/frankfort-boy-with-rare-syndrome-is-beating-the-odds/a32efk0/
Retiring priest sees the humanity in everyone he has served
At the beginning of his ministry, the Rev. John Doyle set out to change the world. Instead, he people he served touched his life.
http://www.theherald-news.com/2015/03/20/retiring-crest-hill-priest-sees-the-humanity-in-everyone-he-has-served/apxmfj9/
Author to discuss super powers of vegetables in Plainfield
Instead of super-yucky, Vicki Marquez wants kids to know vegetables are really super heroes.
http://httpwww.theherald-news.com/2015/06/02/author-to-discuss-super-powers-of-vegetables-in-plainfield/avya3p8/
Thursday, June 4, 2015
BryonySeries Throwback Thursday: The Language of Fans
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The Language of Fans
At one ball, Melissa attempts to wave away an obnoxious vampire with her fan, worried that she used the wrong signal, for he ignores her rebuffs.
In the Victorian age, a fan was a customary, feminine accessory at a ball. Not only did women use it to revive themselves following a brisk dance, they positioned it in certain ways to convey messages, especially to men.
Nanalulu’s Linen Closet (http://www.nanaluluslinensandhandkerchiefs.com/), which offers exquisite linens, handerchiefs, home décor and gifts, posted this “Language of Victorian Fans” on its website.
If a young lady held her fan to her lips, it begged a kiss
Carrying in right hand in front of face meant, "Follow me."
Carrying in left hand meant desiring an aquaintance
Dropping it meant friendship only.
Drawing it across her eyes meant an apology.
The fan placed near the heart signaled, "You have won my love."
Did she hide the eyes behind an open fan ~ I love you.
Opening and closing the fan several times ~ You are cruel .
Drawing through her hand ~ I hate you.
Drawing across the eyes ~ I am sorry.
Letting the fan rest on the left cheek signaled, "No."
Letting the fan rest on the right cheek signaled, "Yes."
Fan opened wide meant, "Wait for me."
Fanning slowly meant, "I am married."
Fanning quickly meant, "I am engaged."
Twirling the fan in left hand ~ "I wish to get rid of you."
Twirling in right hand ~ "I love another."
Drawing across the forehead ~ "You are being watched."
Denise M. Baran-Unland
In the Victorian age, a fan was a customary, feminine accessory at a ball. Not only did women use it to revive themselves following a brisk dance, they positioned it in certain ways to convey messages, especially to men.
Nanalulu’s Linen Closet (http://www.nanaluluslinensandhandkerchiefs.com/), which offers exquisite linens, handerchiefs, home décor and gifts, posted this “Language of Victorian Fans” on its website.
If a young lady held her fan to her lips, it begged a kiss
Carrying in right hand in front of face meant, "Follow me."
Carrying in left hand meant desiring an aquaintance
Dropping it meant friendship only.
Drawing it across her eyes meant an apology.
The fan placed near the heart signaled, "You have won my love."
Did she hide the eyes behind an open fan ~ I love you.
Opening and closing the fan several times ~ You are cruel .
Drawing through her hand ~ I hate you.
Drawing across the eyes ~ I am sorry.
Letting the fan rest on the left cheek signaled, "No."
Letting the fan rest on the right cheek signaled, "Yes."
Fan opened wide meant, "Wait for me."
Fanning slowly meant, "I am married."
Fanning quickly meant, "I am engaged."
Twirling the fan in left hand ~ "I wish to get rid of you."
Twirling in right hand ~ "I love another."
Drawing across the forehead ~ "You are being watched."
Denise M. Baran-Unland
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Who Knew He Liked Coconut Milk?
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Yep! Sarah Stegall, BryonySeries web administrator emeritus, catches Bertrand in the act!
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Some "Show Don't Tell" Misconceptions
Writers hear it all the time. "Show, don't tell," the maxim says. But what really does it mean?
It doesn't mean that the entire story is comprised of scenes. That tires the reader, makes it difficult to discern what's important, and may be as dull as straight exposition.
It doesn't mean all dialogue is external. Your protagonist can ruminate, too.
It doesn't mean exposition is forbidden.
It doesn't mean lack of description.
So what DOES it mean?
It means creating a blend of the above, to artfully use your words to unfold the story.
It's like opening a gift.
Let your reader hold it in his hand and try to guess what's inside
Let him slowly peel away the outer wrapping, lift up the flaps, and pull aside wrapping.
You, the author, control how much information your reader gets at one time.
You, the author, control how fast your reader gets that information, and when.
You, the author, are in control.
Monday, June 1, 2015
This Weekend, I Returned to Munsonville
I have not spent time in Munsonville, my fictional Northern Michigan fishing village, since I finished editing Staked! in the fall of 2013.
Since then, I have written my first story in the Bertrand the Mouse series, The Adventures of Cornell Dyer series, and the prequel for the BryonySeries, Before the Blood. Neither John's Story, nor Kellen's story (both written now) take place in Munsonville.
Yesterday, I wrote the first chaper in Bryony's Story. At the end, I had my first glimpse of Munsonville, and, boy, did it feel good.
Parts of the remaining forty chapters (which includes Henry's Story and the epilogue) will lead me away from Munsonville, but, for the most part, I am in the fishing village.
It feels good to be home.
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Christopher Baran of Channahon Computer Repair (www.channahonpcrepair.com)
Joshua Baran (holding Rebekah Baran, "Bryony" online administrator assistant)
Sarah (Baran) Stegall: "Bryony" online administrator
Timothy Baran (chef in training)
Not pictured: Daniel Baran, now 16 (because he wasn't born yet).
Every Holy Thursday, ever since Christopher was a toddler, we have recreated Holy Thursday at our house, one of the ways I made Holy Week--indeed all of our faith--come alive for the kids.
They no longer don robes and bath towels fastened with diaper pins, but the dinner remains a cherished ritual for our familiy.