friday fun: the hats you wear

My brain is fried. Today I: schooled a kid, managed a battle campaign against the playdough crumbs all over the floor of the kids’ bedroom, helped lead an art program at the library in which over a dozen kids did this awesome space and rocket collage, drove a lot, went to my church’s small group. Agenda for this evening: blog, revise, veg (ha!).

All of you probably know I write. You might have heard me mention “homeschooling” and “driving kids around”. You may even know I take piano lessons, and love it. You may not have known that I enjoy doing art with my kids, and have made some forays into doing art with other people’s kids. Yet, these are just a few of the hats I wear. I suspect you all wear lots of hats as well (fedoras, berets, tricorns…. okay, I couldn’t resist the joke!).

In the comments, tell me about something you do that is not writing fiction. Maybe your day job is Python Handler. Maybe you collect fine china. Maybe you volunteer at a soup kitchen.

What is one of the more unusual hats you wear?

Recommended Reading: Define Yourself

book trailer workshop

Djmills pointed me to this excellent workshop on creating book trailers at Happy Endings. The posts go up weekly, with three more to go. Check it out.

retitled

It’s been a lot of fun to read how titles fit into everyone’s writing process. No matter where you are on the spectrum, it’s a great feeling to have picked out the right title for your story. Here are a few of my favorites, from my own stories:

1. Out of Shape, because it fits perfectly with the plot on two levels, one of which you can see right away in the first paragraph:

Thaddeus Pudgekin, middle-aged accountant, paunchy and balding, ran for his life through the gloom of Blackburn. Sweat plastered his thinning hair to his scalp and stained the underarms of his silk suit coat. Acrid air scoured lungs, blood bludgeoned heart and brain, skin strained against shirt. He cursed his flabby body and all the food it had ever consumed; the buckets of deep-fried eels, trays of trembling soufflés and luscious bonbons, even the two biscuits with his mid-afternoon tea.

2.  Singing for the Enemy, because it contains one of the twists of the story. There’s a lot of things you can imagine doing for an enemy (all unpleasant), but singing isn’t one of them. It took me a while to come up with this one–Poisoned Lullaby was stuck in my head for the longest time–but I love it.

3. Here Comes the Bride. I took a well-known phrase and used it as a title for a story that twists the concept of bride walking down the aisle in a couple of different ways.

4. Beauty, Unraveling. One of my recent stories, a dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast. I didn’t want to name the story just plain Beauty, because that’s overdone (and Robin McKinley wrote a novel-length retelling with that same title ). Then I noticed how much I used the words and imagery of coming apart, and this title was born. It’s literary-ish, which is a fun mask to don once in a while.

Have you come up with the perfect title? The one that completes the story, that zinged your nerves when it first popped up? Please do share.

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I suck at titles. Once in a while, titles leap fully-formed from my head with accompanying stories (Out of Shape and Second Sight being two) but mostly, coming up with a title is a hard slog. You can see my lack in the entitling department in my lackluster novel names: The Changeling (boring), Season of Rains (too subtle), Quartz (working title) and Kai’s book (I’m not even trying here).

It’s tempting for me to dismiss titling my fiction as a hoop that I have to jump through on my road to publication, akin to putting my story into Standard Manuscript Format. (Why can’t we just name stories like we do piano sonatas? Then we could have stories like Teenage Vampire in Angst Major). On the other hand, some might argue that a good title is an integral part of the story, one that completes it and adds that final polishing touch. Others might say that it is a marketing gimmick, hooks designed to lure the reader in, to sink into the reader’s brain.

How does titling your work fit into your creative process? How important is the title to your story as a whole? Does your story feel incomplete unless you have titled it?

friday fun: ranks

Eep! I’m cutting it really close with the timing of this post. Only 3 hours left of Friday!

Nobility have them: baronets, barons, earls, dukes. So does the military: privates, corporals, sergeants, lieutenants and so on. All institutions have hierarchies. We grade gemstones and hurricanes, ski slopes and rockfaces, stars and planetary bodies. Part of being human is the insatiable desire to name, sort, classify and rank.

Why should your black-ops military group or magic order be any different? Perhaps you have a far-future military whose various types of battleships need classifying. Or you need to come up with houses for your boarding school, or breed names for the griffins that your protagonist raises.

This week’s fun is to come up with cool names for whatever it is you’re ranking. For one of my short stories, I named my ship types after birds: eagles, gulls, kestrels. My one magic ship was known as a raven. While David was working on his book Storm Rider, we brainstormed animal names for the various intensities of different types of storms (for example, the sandstorms increased in rage and vigor from scorpion, to tarantula, to asp, to cobra, and finally, phoenix). Why settle for Cat 3 and Very Bad when you can be more creative?

kids at play: 8 days of art

a giant valentine for Mom and Dad

Georgia O’Keeffe-inspired art

sewing and stenciling

stars and stripes

sugar-cube and vanila frosting buildings

9 ways to use index cards

I’m buried under index cards, hence this post.

1. Lists of all kinds. Book lists. Shopping lists. To-do lists. Lists of clothing and shoe sizes for everyone in your family. Lists of movies you want to watch. Lists of supplies for art projects.

2. Write a poem or flash fiction to fit on an index card (okay, you can use the back as well).

3. Doodle on them.

4. Write an inspiring quote on one. Tack it up on the wall, put in your pocket, keep propped up on your keyboard. I should slip one in my laptop that says, “GET OFF THE INTERNET” but then this post would never get published.

5. Write notes on them for the loved ones you share your house with (yeah, *those* people). Slip in your spouse’s lunch, hide them in the book your kid is reading.

6. Flashcards! Who needs to buy any when you have index cards? Seriously.

7. Schedule out your week or month in index cards, one for each day.

8. Use them to organize your thoughts. Remember the SUCCES model from Made to Stick? Before any kind of situation where you’re communicating a message–business meeting, agent pitch, teaching lesson–write out the one mission-critical point you want to get across.

9. And when you’re done, you can recycle them by: using them as bookmarks, letting your kids get tearing or cutting practice, gluing them into scrapbooks and art journals.

Really into index cards? Check out the following links:

24 Things You Can Do With An Index Card

Indexed

sunday non-linkfest, and <3 day

I’m trying to make it through lesson 3 of HTRYN, so I’m afraid you’ll have to do without the smorgasbord of Internet delights that I offer up every Sunday. However, in honor of Valentine’s Day, name some of your favorite couples (fictional or otherwise).

Mine, in no particular order:

Gen (sorry, Eugenides) and Irene (sorry, Attolia) from The Thief series by Megan Whalen Turner

Sylvester and Phoebe from Georgette Heyer’s Sylvester. Also Mary Challoner and the Marquis of Vidal in Devil’s Cub by the same writer

August Falcon and Gwen Rossiter from Patricia Veryan’s The Jewelled Men series

And since D. and I are eagerly following Farscape these days, Crichton and Aeryn (though the whole “one step forward and three steps back” nature of their relationship is starting to pall a wee bit)

Who are your favorite TV/book/movie/real life couples?

ps:

I don’t know if any of you have noticed, but I finally changed my header picture. It’s a lot brighter around here and the pink and red fit with Valentine’s Day a whole lot better.

Yes, it doesn’t take much to make me happy.

friday fun: celebrations

With Valentine’s Day coming up (and the Chinese New Year falling on the same day), I’ve been thinking about all the different celebrations I know of and sorting them into different categories.

There are beginning-of-life celebrations, such as birthdays, naming days and baptisms. There are rite of passage celebrations, like graduation, wedding showers, housewarmings and baby showers. There are end of life rituals like wakes, and days to remember the dead (Memorial Day, Day of the Dead).

There are celebrations around religious and historical figures and events (feasts of the Saints, Christmas, Eid al-Adha, Fourth of July). One of these is the English (is celebrated in other parts of the UK as well?) Guy Fawkes’ Night, which celebrates the failure of a guy to blow up Parliament by shooting off fireworks and burning him in effigy. I’ve always found that one odd and amusing.

There are seasonal celebrations, and those that mark events of agricultural importance. Winter Solstice celebrations, harvest celebrations, fertility rites all come under this. I expect hunting societies have their own share of hunting-related rituals and celebrations, though none springs to mind immediately.

My sunless world of Quartz has a moon with a funky orbit. Twice a year (their definition of year), it stays in the sky for double the “normal” time and goes around the horizon in a belt-like orbit.  The denizens call this Girddlesday and this is the time for contracts–marriages, treaties, trade agreements, and the like.. After the second Girddlesday of the year (let’s call this the Greater Girddlesday), the people mourn the disappearance of their primary celestial light source. When the moon rises again on New Year’s Day, they celebrate with performances, free food and drink, parades of large animals (very rare on that world).

If you could create a celebration, what would it be? What kind of celebrations would aliens on Jupiter have, or the folks on a colony ship that has been in space for generations? What would selkies or vampires or avian-humanoid hybrids celebrate?