Mystery

This week's Road Trip Wednesday asks:

What themes, settings, motifs, scenes, or other elements do you find recurring in your work?


I have noticed in my WIP and short stories that they are all set in mountains.

It's such beautiful landscape and anything could be hiding around the corner.

Another element that I always use is mystery. I love to hide things from the reader. I usually overdo it to the point of being confusing (until my beta reader lets me know that she has no idea what's going on).  I just always try to bait the reader a long, giving little bits at a time, even in scenes when I probably don't need to.

What about you? What kind of elements or themes do you notice in the different writing you've done?

Complicated: Contest #1

Rachael Harrie, host of the campaign, has given us challenge number one. You can go there to read other entries. Make sure to "like" the best ones in the link list (mine). Even if you're not in the campaign you can join just for fun!

We were asked to write a short story, beginning with "the door swung open". I decided to take the extra challenge and made it exactly 200 words ending with "the door swung shut".

The door swung open and I was face to face with the man who killed my mother. He wore a grey suite with sheen, too expensive for the humble façade. Didn’t matter, I could see through him no matter what he was wearing.

Bartholomew, they called him, as he put his hand to the bible. He always hated that name but I was glad. I wouldn’t have to hear the childhood nickname I gave him. Bear.

A new rush of blood heated my face. My fingers went stiff and dropped my notebook. Leave it. I don’t want to miss a second.

“What was your relationship with the victim?” the Defence said.

Bear stared me down. Er, Bartholomew. Was he trying to scare me? I stared right back. This was the first we’d made eye contact since the police found us making out in the back of Bear’s Escalade.

Is that a tear on his face? That’s right Bear, milk it. “Well, I . . .”

The lead homicide detective burst through the door and stormed to the front. “Judge Spencer, we need to discuss-”

“Wait until recess,” the judge warned.

“We have a confession.” Slowly creaking, the door swung shut.

Extreme Sports, Awards, and Campaigns

I left for one week and a lot has happened while I was gone. We arrived at our building last night to find out that they are now locking the outer doors. No key for us, whoops. At least we still got in (carrying our babes).

Here's one thing I did while gone

that's me!

Not exactly an extreme sport but an achievement for me! I had tried wakeboarding before but this was the first time I was able to get up. Notice anything off about this picture?

I had an amazing time this week reading while the kids played at the beach, hiking through old train tunnels, and skipping across the border to buy 5 pairs of DC shoes for ridiculously cheap (not for me! though I was looking.)

While I was gone the blog world kept on turning without me. Time to catch up.

Thank you Cynthia from Random Thoughts for giving me a Liebster Award! And thank you also for your comments, I appreciate the support. I wish I could give the Liebster award to you but seeing as how you already have one - might as well spread the joy.

I now would love to pass the Liebster Award on to:

• Melanie at Daydreamer to Writer
• CC at Life As We Know It
• Amy at My Child and Epilepsy
• jjdebenedictis at OxyJen
• Jessie at B-Word

I now ask those of you who I awarded to pass it on. Find 5 deserving blogs with less than 200 followers and give them the Liebster Award. Comment on their blogs to let them know and post about it on your own blog. This is a great way to share the love!

I'd also like to give a belated thank you to Deirdra from A Storybook World for the Creative Blog Award. The button is beautiful.

And last, but not least, I'm a Campaigner!

This is Rach's third Writers' Platform-Building Campaign. What a great way to bring the writers' community together! Check it out.

Pompeii - Road Trip Wednesday

Today's question on Road Trip Wednesday:
 What is the most inspiring setting you've ever visited in real life?

There are so many places I've been that are beautiful and inspiring and even more places where I'd like to go. If I really think about it though, this is an easy answer. There is one place especially that had my imagination running wild picturing the stories of people who lived there.

Pompeii - The Forgotten City

In 79 AD the volcano Mount Vesuvius erupted, burying the Roman city of Pompeii.

Thick layers of ash kept the city in a frozen state for nearly 1700 years. When it was accidentally discovered in 1749 everything was perfectly preserved: the artwork, mosaics, even . . .

people

The cast of a couple caught in the ash

I wonder about people like this, where they lived. What the culture was like. Did they love each other?

A home

People had to cross the street on raised stones because sewage often ran down the streets.

A fountain

Have you been anywhere inspiring? Is there anywhere you want to go? (research for a novel is a good excuse)

Alien Like You

I just finished watching the latest episode of Being Erica. I HAD to write about it before going to sleep tonight so I could tell everyone about it! It is my new favourite show in the world (I'm sure when all my other shows come back in the fall my favourite will change again).

About the show:
Erica starts therapy because her life is going nowhere and she has too many regrets. It turns out her therapy involves going back in time, reliving her experiences over again, and hopefully ridding herself of regrets. The first season has her going back to high school to fix boyfriend problems or stop herself from getting someone fired (it's pretty funny to see the different styles she went through in the 90's).

At first I kept watching because it was interesting but I didn't get super into it until the second season. Here's why:

Kai

Spoiler alert!

Kai is a rock star from nine years in the future. He's in therapy like Erica and has come back to her time to redo a part of his past. It is impossible to have a relationship because every time he completes the goal of his therapy the Kai that she knows disappears and turns into the 22 year old kid who doesn't know who she is. (what a brilliant concept)

I love this character. He's a vulnerable player with an amazing voice. Mysterious and fun. I so wish I could use him to inspire a character for my own book - maybe for the next story.

Actually all of the characters in the show are sympathetic, complicated, and flawed. Now I remember why I initially wanted to be a screenwriter (I just love a good series).

The actor is one of the Pigott Brothers and wrote the songs that he performed on the show.

Here is the song that I LOVE.

Are there characters out there that you can't get enough of? How are you inspired to create interesting, multidimensional characters?

Rules, who follows them anyway?

So like Amy, I'm also not a writer...technically. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE writing, but only when it comes to writing about my everyday life. I'm just not creative enough to come up with an actual story - so I take my reality and liven it up a tad (honestly, just a little). But the point is: by denying myself the title of "writer" I am no longer constrained by punctuation or other literary rules. And I truly believe life is more fun when you can write how you want. I like to make sentences that aren't sentences. I like to use lots of "dot dot dots." Plenty of sentences end with words that shouldn't be hanging around anywhere near a period. I also start sentences with "and" all the time and I LOVE to lengthen a sentence with a beautiful little "-". And the use of run-on sentences gets me excited...because what could be more fun then a never ending sentence? Almost nothing.

My only rule when it come to writing is that the reader has to be able to read it...AND that they have to read it in the tone and manner in which I was thinking it in my crazy mind. So when I do write, I may....or may not call my mom up and ask her to read my words aloud back to me to test it out. And sometimes that's not good enough...because honestly, she's my mom. That lady raised me (and therefore, knows exactly how I talk and think and write). So in certain circumstances, I ask my poor husband to read my writing....and then we don't talk for the rest of the day cause we're so mad at each other. I mean really, how could he get my intended tone so wrong? We've been married for EVER! You think he'd know that I really didn't mean to share in detail the story about his nose hairs. Really....it could have been a metaphor. And besides who would read it anyway? It's not like EVERYONE reads my blog.

Anyway, I hope you get what I'm saying. I like to write about life. I don't dream up stories...I just re-create them. I like to write in my own style and form - i.e. I follow no rules. And most importantly, I like to have someone else proofread what I've written (preferably not the person who I've just written about though because that can get a bit hairy).

So, what are your rules when it comes to writing? Are you part of the grammar police or do you make your own rules? What do you write about? And do you share with others?

Write About Reading??

When my sister Emily asked me to join “Write About Nothing”, my first thought was that I'm not really a writer.  This will become evident as more posts follow, however, I am absolutely an avid reader.  A fact to which the odd day of neglect toward my family may attest.

I love discussing every book I read, whether I enjoyed them or not. I also feel as though I can really get to know those around me when we discuss literature: similar likes and dislikes, ideas, experiences, strong opinions or quiet indifference.  A sincere bonding takes place when these thoughts and feelings are shared between readers, and of course friends.  My book club meeting is the highlight of my month, where I have formed lasting relationships with each of these dear friends.

Due to my love for my own book club, I was able to find an immediate appreciation for my latest read The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society written by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows.  What a wonderful novel!!!

The story takes place as England is recovering from World War II and is written as a series of letters between a popular author Juliet, her best friend, and her publisher. When she receives a letter from a stranger, Dawsey Adams, from the island of German occupied Guernsey, a new friendship develops.  A friendship with not only Dawsey, but also every member of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.  As Juliet learns more about the courage of their founding member Elizabeth, and how the sharing of literature helped the members find friendship and moments of happiness during such a trying time, she decides to travel to Guernsey herself.  

Reading this story was a true delight.  The format being in letters allowed the character’s personalities to shine through and I found myself connecting easily with each of them, along with their little eccentricities. 

Here are a few quotes to give a glimpse into the charm of the book:

“My name is Dawsy Adams, and I live on my farm in St. Martin’s Parish on Guernsey.  I know of you because I have an old book that once belonged to you – the “Selected Essays of Elia”, by an author whose name in real life was Charles Lamb. Your name and address were written inside the front cover.”(9)

“That’s what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that thing will lead you onto another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third book. It’s geometrically progressive -  all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment”. (11, 12)

“None of us had any experience with literary societies, so we made our own rules: we took turns speaking about the books we’d read. At the start, we tried to be calm and objective, but that soon fell away, and the purpose of the speakers was to goad the listeners into wanting to read the book themselves. Once two members had read the same book, they could argue, which was our great delight. We read books, talked books, argued over books, and became dearer and dearer to one another….we could almost forget now, now and then, then darkness outside.” (51)

“My guides are as various as the sights. Isola tells me about cursed pirated chests bound with bleached bones washing up on the beaches…Eben describes how things used to look…Dawsey says the least, but takes me to see wonders…Then he stands back and lets me enjoy them as long as I want. He’s the most un-hurrying person I’ve ever met.” (165)

 

A Guernsey coastal path. Photograph: Corbis