Winter’s Finally Here!

As in, it’s snowed at last.

So many unique moments congeal in these first days of snow each year.

Things like remembering how to drive (and pitying those less-lucky while hoping to be far from them), enjoying snow wet enough to stick together and (MOST significant to me) the increased *light*!

Yes, more light.

You see, the sun has been setting earlier and earlier since, well, since June, but noticeably (i.e., before bedtime) for several weeks.  Our neighborhood has no streetlights, and I’ve come home from several evening walks in complete darkness. (You’d think this would be hard to do in the middle of a city.)

Last night I went grocery shopping after the kids were down and I was giggly (yes, I’m this way about light) at the glowing earth and sky.

With the low clouds, still-falling snow, and unsullied blanket of white gathering everywhere it was like walking through an orangey Kinkade-glow wherever I went.  Even in my neighborhood the reflective moment has been enough to catch and magnify every house light.

It won’t last forever.  Once it’s done snowing the streets will be kept clear and they, at least, will be black again.  We’ll forget how the snow blesses us in this dark season until spring, when it’s gone to mud and we remember once more that even Winter is not as dark as it could be.

One Problem Solved!

At least, on paper.  I haven’t taken it back to the behemoth document yet.

I have been wrestling with a number of story-lumps while I fold laundry and chop food.

Not including the one I imagine all self-conscious novelists wrestle with— that effort to not-create the typical (Oates says inevitable) autobiographical 1st novel.

The main puzzle right now has been how to slow the character arc/growth of my main character.

That is, a great deal is demanded of her early in the novel, and (I think…) she can’t be too strong too quickly, or the continued battles don’t/won’t be significant or even necessary.

I was thankful today to come up with some “immaturity markers” that I can weave into both of her early battles.

Now I need to decide how much of my first scene I can let go.  In it Linnea is forced to act utterly out of character, but since it’s the first scene there’s no way to know it’s out of character (aside from the leprous telling).

I probably mention it because I’m convinsing myself it needs to go, for the good of the story, and I “grieve” its loss.

Not really.

Just its being the first chapter for so long means I’ve spent the most time with it and it’s the most polished.  Letting it go means sacrificing part of my ego, along with my time.  I feel it’s a very well-written chunk.

But I’m more relieved at seeing a clean fix, so I’ll probably adjust pretty quickly.

Being Political Again

The letter I sent to my (AK) senators through American Family Association‘s political-action page.

For the record, I know I don’t go politico very often at Untangling Tales, but there are some things I feel I have to use what (even small forum) I have to distribute information.  And maybe model a little action beyond hand-wringing.

Doubtless you’ve received much communication about the Heath Care Bill, but I have to add my (forgive me, near-panicked) voice against it.

There are many reasons I oppose the Health Care Bill but stopping the taxpayer funding of abortion is the element that sparked my urgency.

The Hyde Amendment prevents Medicaid funds – and Medicaid funds only – from being used for abortions, but that restriction wouldn’t apply to the government takeover of health care, so protestations Abortions wouldn’t be funded are, well, misinformation is the nice word.

Under the Capps Amendment in the House bill, the public option would be *required* to offer abortion services, and every American would have to have access to at least one health care plan that included abortion.

It is immoral to fund the destruction of innocent human life, and I resent– even fear– being required to participate. I am fundamentally opposed to the Health Care Bill and any attempt at government take-over of the health care industry. I urge you to protect the life of the unborn (and the Right to Choice of all Americans– not just those “choosing” abortion) by opposing the Health Care Bill.

Sincerely, (etc.)

Until today I have been at the hand-wringing stage, and no matter which way this issue goes, I want to know I did what I could– however little.

Gack! It’s not perfect!

I’m just under half of the way through my reading, and gave up on resisting the red-pen last night. (I’m reading on a print-out to keep me from making, erm, impulsive changes that would make following reader/editing marks harder.)

But *MAN* this is humbling.

I remember Georgiana talking about finding overused phrases in her final read-through and I have *certainly * found mine.

Mainly a bunch of head-tilting and vomit. Isn’t that lovely.  The head-tilting was initially (along with casually looking at the sun) meant to be a subtle marker of djinness. (I had visualized a bird-like sort of movement) but it spilled to other characters and is (yet) another thing to be fixed.

Jay was right to make me send it off before I read it myself– since his goal was to see it done/fixed rather than spending another six months on another run-through.  His/my hope is that multiple eyes will abbreviate this stage and move things along quicker.

But having read this much I know I’m not giving out any more copies until certain things are cleaned up.

Of course, there are things I’m waiting for advice on before I’ll be sure how to clean them (which is another argument for exposing it to the outside world).

For example, it was apparent before the end of Scene Two that a disproportionate amount of my fantasy world is calm and/or analytical.

Some writers populate their worlds with dragons and nymphomaniacs.  I have the observant and reasonable.  My experience tells me there’s a greater tolerance (not to mention interest) for the former than the latter.

I haven’t gone back to the beginning to red-pen it, preferring at this point to simply make lists of Find words that will flag the passages I need to rework.

Each of the many imperfections still makes my toes curl, but at the same time it’s been delightful taking my work in as a unit, riding the story as a story rather than rebar and scaffolding.

And that may be a sign I haven’t done enough work on it: I’m not tired of it yet.

Great Line

From a talk by Gert Bahan (spelling?), a woman who came to Christ in her 50s and later wrote a book about her life, growing up (and living– or trying to live) with money, but no God.

There’s a wonderful quote in my book The Late Liz, and since no one ever quotes it to me, I have to quote it [myself].

The quote she read was all right for what it was, but the line I’ve written was what made me laugh aloud (out on a walk with my dog…).

If I ever get a chance (I hope to in the next few weeks, same as you brave readers) to sit down and look at a print-out I can’t change as I go along, I wonder if I will end up with favorite lines like that.

And then will I wait for others to notice them or use them myself…?

It’s that time of year again…

But if I hold my breath, maybe the feeling will pass…

~

The NaNo forums are growing more active again as November approaches (and with it National Novel Writing Month).  I have only (as in, in the last 24-48 hours) found a measure of balance (this is without daily training sessions for the dog.  I vaguely regret now signing up for her class– but I prayed about it too…).

Add now my heart is in a flury of excitement over possibilities and delights.

I did update my status and proffer a title and synopsis, but (so far) that’s all the indulgence I’ve allowed myself.

I’m off to make fairy tutus now.  Maybe that (or the preperationless class tonight) will pull me back to reality.

But then there is that dear woman whose offered to watch the children twice a month for me to write…

On to the task at hand.