THE PLOT THICKENS

Do you remember the movie, “Jerry Maguire?” Do you remember the part when he wrote the “mission statement” that ended his employ  with the big agency? Do you remember how exactly he realized what he’d done?

It wasn’t when they fired him, it wasn’t when they threw him a party. It was right after he’d written it and sent them all to the mailboxes of each person employed with him. Remember that? The Hawaii Five0 character (I think) whose eyes shifted sideward indicating an “uh oh,” and then the bomb went off….THAT is when he realized he’d actually done what would change his life.

Okay, that’s a bit dramatic, my whole life isn’t changed simply by my changing the name on my site, but…

Well, I just changed my blogging site’s name here, and suddently it said:

“this page has been removed!!!”

All the hard work gone into this page disappeared!!! I became frantic. I thought:

Uh Oh….

I was going to have to start from scratch. I am still not sure, but if that happens I may as well shoot myself. I’m not doing this again.

I’m not published yet and I’m as the old woman in the movie “Fried Green Tomatoes” says, “I’m at the jumping off place” (end of my life.) I’ve got no connections, no network, in fact: I’m an introvert, too sensitive to be rejected, and live in a hidden imagination world… All I have is this danged site to tell ANYONE WHO’S LISTENING that I’m here and I’m writing. Can anyone see this? Please, let me know.

 

I am posting an article from another writer this week, not only because the topic is interesting (since she too is posting on another writer’s work) but because of the slant of the writer who is posting about another writer–try and keep up.

Yes, it’s true. I too am posting with my own slant, and if you propose to tell me it isn’t true you are deluding yourself. So before I go out to find some writer bashing my opinion, let me give it to you. I find the writer that posted an article about a work of Ian Fleming’s is missing a backbone.

For one thing, we must remember who Ian Fleming is and what the time period was when he wrote. Ian Fleming was a heterosexual man who liked women in the rawest sense and enjoyed entertaining others with his shade of thrills. Simply put, he was a man’s man; no harm in that but of course, perhaps from today’s standpoint it is to some–many–over-social collective conscious.

The “author” who posted his article gave a disclaimer before she posted it. My my…If it doesn’t smack of immigration or LGBTQ… (sorry too many initials to remember off the cuff) then, it’s not Literature?

I read it. Ian Fleming does not offend me, being that I am a woman; I am first a writer when it comes to good work. Nor was I interested in an exposition as to how he was some kind of sad case in the new world of liberally equal participants in our democracy (oh, except for Christians).

We must remember in Ian Fleming’s heyday, homosexuality was not so prevalent legally as it is today back in the early 60s, not to mention the other many pockets of socially disgruntled persons who want their own signpost. Not all his women were idiots either, though maybe all of them were startlingly beautiful and free with their sexuality (which group of Feminists is that offensive to, I forget).

My point is this. Stop bellyaching about the literature of the past, and try not to compartmentalize it into a social intolerable statement. Just enjoy the fact that we have a rich history of Literature, whether agreeable or not.  Consider the resources writers had at the time, look at the work, the writing itself, and try and pull from it gems of transcendent meaning for your lifetime, or just be entertained. Even the shallow, sexist, racist works of past writers who lived in that time have value; it was their period of time.

Now. Enjoy the read. Here’s the url, if it does not download.

https://crimereads.com/ian-fleming-explains-how-to-write-a-thriller-circa-1963

Ian Fleming Explains How to Write a Thriller, Circa 1963

When Time Periods Baffle You

© by Lydia Nolan

May 5, 2019

I have been working on the same novel for years, I won’t even tell you how many. Nonetheless, I have finished it years ago, but went on to edit it and this is where the length of time begins. This is my first novel and I have never had a course in novel writing or a mentor who would teach me how to write a novel. I just wrote it, and now I’ve been editing it for years.

What I wanted to share as I did in my Blogger site, is too technical here. This is my contemplative blog, more about what I am writing specifically, whereas the Blogger site is more about the technical components to writing, that is the Write Stuff.

But here, I just want to write about what I’m thinking specifically for my own particular work.

I am having a difficult time creating a period of time in my novel. It is supposed to be referring to incidences in the 60s, but it is in the 80s.

Last night I was watching Netflix and there were specials about Ted Bundy, the infamous serial killer of the 70s, whose life did not expire from our horror of him until the 80s. And then it came to me: I never speak about the things going on in the backdrop of my novel. I don’t sense the time period in my novel.

I asked my husband if he thought I needed to mention the serial killers in that time period, being how the character in my novel is pursuing a serial killer unknown to my readers. He said “why? Don’t go messing up your whole story just to input some unrelated piece of information.”

“But,” I said, “it’s not just information, it’s the backdrop of my novel, and it speaks volumes of the significance of the worst time in our history for serial killers, thereby addressing the difficulties for detectives on finding these killers since forensics was sparse then. I think I’m right and I’m going to ignore my husband’s thought on it. But he was right about one thing: it is going to be really hard to tear apart pieces of my novel and plot to fit in morsels of the times, why? Read my other blog for technicalities… right: I did NOT create an outline before I began this novel, so it’s harder to find areas of its plot without knowing where to search. I hope you understand what I’m talking about, any writer worth their work knows what I’m talking about, I’m sure.

Time Periods in Historical Fiction

So …  The 60s in my novel is the Viet Nam and Hippie era, the 80s, Glam rock,  Aids and the worst of serial killers in our country, and NOW, the most unrest in our generations within political, religious and cultural chaos. Now, THAT is a challenge indeed. I guess I can ignore the NOW. But what makes it so hard is that NOW is not either of these time periods, so I have to research not one, but two periods of time that I should be familiar with, but I was culturally deprived due to religious ostracization. Oh, the joy and excitement of research and writing — really!

 

The average person thinks of someone being “in the dark” as someone who is uninformed. That is not the case with writers, at least not in this conversation of mine at this time.

When I think of a writer “in the dark” I am talking about the secret place to which the writer goes: her or his mind.

That place where the writer goes in the dark is the safehouse to his or her imagination growing and conjuring. It can be dangerous to the average person, it can be frightening to a child, it can be suspect to the authorities, but it is a playground for the writer.

Consider some of the works we have read: Dennis Lehane’s “Shutter Island,” J.K. Rowling’s “Harry Potter” series, Yann Martel’s “Life of Pi,” Margaret Atwood’s “The Handmaid’s Tale,” Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451,” Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road,” Ann Rice’s “Interview with the Vampire,” and so much more, I cannot even begin to touch the surface of the many wondrous, imagined, voluminous mountain of narrative and works of so many writers who tapped their “Dark Place” and wrote from that cave of secrecy the which to shock, outrage, touch and entertain us.

Many people think of writers as strange people because they stare, they are too quiet, or they have shifty eyes, laugh aloud by themselves, or just plain move funny (hence, the writer who is practicing a movement for a character) but you must remember: they have a whole carnival of action going on in their heads. Be kind and leave them alone. If he or she wishes, get them something to drink or eat; that writer may be working on a story about someone abandoned on a desert island,

or starving on an unknown planet somewhere…

And please remember, were it not for the writer, we all would sleep without nightmares, dream without plots, and not recognize the maniacs or serial killers that may be sitting next to us on the bus! Thank you writers: keep up the visit to that dark cave.

© by Lydia Nolan

April 11, 2019

Five Reasons Why We Write

© by Lydia Nolan

April 11, 2019            

When I was a six or seven-year-old child my cousin said that I would be a writer. I looked at her with a blank stare. I did not believe her, much less understand the profoundness of the projection. I was hyperactive, noisy and could not stop talking or sitting still. I was constantly reprimanded for being an annoying kid, I was commanded to go and play outside most my youthful years just so I would leave everyone else alone. I was relentless.

            I began writing at the age of eight or nine, but I began to believe I was a writer by the time I was ten years old. Still, I did not think of it as something to which I would directly aspire, but I thought of writing as a means to an end. 

            I wrote because it got me to a place I wanted to go, where I could explain things that happened. Telling stories helped me complete something that I wanted to complete—allay my desperate need to explain things. You could say I was a memoirist from that age to the present though I’ve never written a memoir formally. But I did get my training from practice.

            For example, writing a script verbatim to reflect a movie I was watching and loved so much that I wanted to make sure I’d always have it inside me (there weren’t videos in my time), I would create a “script.” Then, I would act out all the parts myself, memorizing distinctly each character’s voice, gestures and facial expression; my mother said I would be a great actress. 

            I did that with “The Bride of Frankenstein.” I learned all the parts and acted out all the parts for my cousins. My scripts became special to me and I carried them around like textbooks. I would later use various scripts to assign parts to my friends and teach them how to act them out. After that came many horror movies; my favorite genre.

            We write for many reasons. For example, Kelly Cherry, who is a writer and wrote for WriterMagazine, said it’s not about money, and it’s not about quick recognition. Both of those covetous luxuries lack more times than not with writers. Cherry goes on to say: “despite all the reasons not to choose it as a career, writers are driven by a primal urge to tell people who they are. (Psychology Today. Feb. 14, 2018. Web)”

            Studies show that writers attempt to make a connection with a reader; it is an intimate connection because only the writer and the reader are involved—like telling secrets. And writing is controversial in that it can be to some painful and agonizing, much like delivering a baby and having labor pains in delivery. While others may disagree and say it is easily expelled and is liberating and reveals depth in a writer’s need to communicate.

            One can argue that we can create intimacy any other ways as well, so why write? However, a writer with such a need who creates an intimate connection with one person can connect with far more people at a time—their readers.

            Since I was an annoying chatterbox I began writing poetry to expel the need to identify myself and share my thoughts, and later on, I began writing stories for the same reason. The entertaining part was the way for me to communicate those ideas, thoughts, stories, and so forth.

            I have always loved school, particularly my English classes because of the fact that the instructors always made us write. I see writing essays, comments, notes, and stories as the truth of intimacy and deep communication. The famous “Fear of Flying” author, Erika Jong, says: “we write for love.” That is perhaps the general consensus. But not necessarily for merely to love others but to have others love us as well.

            Regardless of how it comes about for writers, it burns in us and cannot be dismissed so easily. Some of us may have had something that happened to us that made us feel the need to put it down on paper, and afterward we were hooked. So here are some points that might help you identify the writer personality. See if it resonates with the experiences that made you believe you were a writer and were meant to write.

1)   You are an intense observer, mesmerized by how people talk. You begin to distinguish the differences in their speech, tone, mood, dialect simply by listening oh so carefully. Further, you try to write those sounds with words on paper.

As a kid and loving those monster movies, I recall watching carefully the movements of the characters, but also their voices. After I began writing scripts in the crudest way a child could write, I would work hard to make the words fit the sounds. For example,  in the Bride of Frankenstein, the doctor is ecstatic because his monster is coming alive. He is hysterical due to fatigue and his emotions have gone awry. So I remember writing: “it’s aliiiive, ALLIIIIVE! HAHAHAHA! (gasp) HAHAHAHA (gasp)”

The emphasis in his voice is the capital letters along with the length of the I’s to extenuate the word, alive… aliiiiiiive. 

2)   Were you once obsessed with how letters look? Perhaps you may have even taken a Calligraphy class. Maybe you experimented with new ways to write your name, letters or words in an artistic way. These days we can compare with that with the computer, typing various notes with ways in which you express your feelings. Nonetheless, you write! For example, in my day, I loved writing letters to people and would try and write with fancy loops and curls. The pen in my hand, the white plain paper revealing the voice that spoke in my head, all of it, was superbly orchestrated by my brain and hand. Using various fonts on our computer to “decorate” our emails is similar to what I did then, even using colors to demonstrate mood. In times before the tech explosion, I’d use colored pencils to brighten up notes or letters.

3)   Being intrigued by words unknown is an opportunity for word lovers to get to know them and extend your vocabulary. Sometimes, if you are truly drawn to words you may wish to know where they came from and whether or not they had different meanings in the past. Many of my friends who are now writers used to look up every word they did not know; so did I. Afterward, and just for fun, we’d use them in our letters (your emails) or aloud as we spoke, discussing words and their newly found use in our letters, essays, and so forth.

4)   Speeches with words and sounds in the speaking would catch a writer’s ear more readily than the usual audience; a writer’s senses are acute and that is why critics comment on plays, speeches, and the like. You might experiment with speech writing to your parents, your friends, groups, etc., desiring to move others by your speaking or words being written, because you know it is possible; you know the power words have.

5)   Finally, you have a burning desire to communicate to people, which becomes for you the most intimate of relationship and self-revelation; even as you write you learn who you are. It may have begun by reading but it does not necessarily always start that way. A book, a movie, a speaker, a preacher, any communication in which words are used to move, impassion, incite, or leave a lasting and emotional impression, may create in you that burning desire to be intimate with others in this type of communication because it happened to you.

            It may seem strange to a writer that not everyone has these types of characteristics, but believe it or not, there are people that could care less about how to impress people with words. They leave it to people like you and me to be their mediators in the world of emotional movement. 

            It has always been funny to me when I was a child that writers never get known or demand fame aloud. If they receive fame or fortune it is incidental to their innate desire to communicate. Perhaps Erika Jong was correct in stating her understanding of the purpose of a writer: “we do it for love.”

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Review: “Goldfinch” by Donna Tartt

I keep reading how “this generation is muddying up the entire culture by its Zombian characteristics. You know, education has created students without creativity, only good for multiple choices, no innovation, all robotic responses. Have you heard this?

Am I overreacting? Perhaps. But I might throw a few examples out to you. While the prior generation created a mass circuitry of internet travel for the minds of all peoples, this generation can’t pull their noses out of their phones, the television, games, and preps for college for more of the same.

Am I being harsh? Yes, I know. While mass production of self-published books is on the rise, there does not seem to be writers like generations long before, the generations of a myriad and multitude of authentic, well written, communicative at the highest level, writers of true blood and bone of narration. If we go back to the turn of the century, consider just a few authors like Ernest Hemingway, William Faulkner, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Henry James, Virginia Wolff, Flannery O’Connor, George Eliot, Thomas Hardy, Herman Melville, Jane Austen, Charlotte, and Emily Bronte, Charles Dickens, C.S. Lewis, Leo Tolstoy, Feodor Dostoyevsky, and so many more going back to the turn. What I notice is there are more GREATS passed the c.50’s and as we get closer to our time, there are less and less great authors.

Or is this just my opinion? Is it because I studied the classics and have read more than the current milieu of authors?

I have read some authors of note and of this current time, but from the generation just before this one. There are some of note currently,  such as Pat Conroy, Cormac McCarthy, Margaret Atwood, Philip Roth, Joan Didion, Neil Gaiman, Stephen King, Khaled Hosseini, and…. oh wait! None of those are from THIS generation!

What I see in this generation of writers are a lot of rebellious, privileged writers who–whether good or not–has decided they WILL BE published and not go through the gatekeepers; the big publishing houses, because, well… they don’t need anyone’s permission or standard of writing to consider themselves writers. Wow. We’ve come to a long ways from the turn of the century.

I like the idea that there are gatekeepers in larger publishing houses because the standards really are higher, and the fact that they are, make for more diligence and creative effort in writers and their work. The quality of writing is higher, and the story of writing is better told. Well, I am not completely being fair. The stories may be well told if writers create enough fodder to practice and become good writers, but at the expense of the glut of books out there that are beginning to create less interested people as readers.

Millennials, as I pointed out, are great at reading games, tv reality shows, and fluff of any kind. Why we even had to create a whole large reading section of comic book books because that is the rave today: books with pictures.

I wonder if those diseases we see growing, such as dementia, Alzheimer’s, and such, might be because the television generation (mine) did too much of a good thing like watching it, and now their brain has hardly a muscle in it at all. The attention span of most Millenials is so short we write books about getting our point across in seconds because we know that is really all we have as far as anyone paying attention to what you say? So reading books? God bless ’em.

I was a late bloomer, it’s true. I am a baby boomer but at the tail end. I did not go to college until I was thirty-seven after I married and had children. But having read older writers and even biblical texts, I found that my writing and communication skills were quite remarkable…until, that is, I went to college at an older age.

The first thing I was told in an “English” class was that my sentences were too long, too complicated and that I was to simplify my communication in writing. Yes. I was reprimanded for writing like the writers of the turn of the century. I lost myself somewhere in that reprimand. Oh, I graduated with a B level GPA, but it was not as I had hoped when going for a degree to teach English. I substituted for 10 years. What a waste of life that was. Schools, English classes were so dumbed down, I lost hope and finally stopped believing I would do any good as a teacher.

I have been working on one book for over ten years, editing and re-editing; worrying about being too exhaustively communicative and descriptive like Michener, or Faulkner. I am “dumbing down” my own writing and it hurts. I have begun to feel that there is no hope in being a bonafide writer who might be picked up by a big publisher. That is until I read Donna Tartt. Her book, “The Goldfinch” gave me hope.

The tide is turning. We need writers who challenge readers to work a little harder to imagine characters, imagery, tone, and landscape. We need writers to help expand the muscles of brains of today’s readers, we must get back to extending the sinews of those components that make for greater and deeper thought and passion; reach their emotions that seem lacking due to games and television. We need to have more podcast stories like the old fashion radio shows because that does similar to reading. Why not?

Why don’t we as writers prepare our work for the big publishing houses and take a rejection, maybe it’s true: we’re not that good and need more chutzpah to try a little harder. Guts for glory, that’s what I think. You’ll be rewarded by a better generation after this one if there will be any at all.

 

Most of us have heard of J. D. Salinger, and the famous novel: “The Catcher in the Rye.” In fact, that novel (1951), and the author, Jerome David Salinger, who has since died (1/27/2010) at the ripe age of 91, has been a mainstay in high schools across America for what the novel deals with: complex issues of innocence, identity, belonging, loss, and connection (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._D._Salinger). But that was then; this is now.

 

Author, Ethan Edgewood is a new writer of the modern age, having written his first novel “The Roads We Take” (2016), and I might say it deals very much with some of the same “complex issues” of innocence, identity, and so forth, except not in high school, but as with many young people in their twenties, today. So this novel is quite frankly a very good assessment of today’s young people who are looking for direction in their lives. Probably a good read for the college level young adults, starting out.

What is different–and yet, the same–is the nostalgia, and sometimes poignant truth of the difficulty of getting through life’s lessons as a young person: either one grows, or falls short and into trouble, and that is the biggest theme of all, how taking one road can lead a way that helps one progress, or another road, that can lead the way you do not want to go. The excitement is in the trip, where two young men full of youth, restlessness, and mischief, find themselves wondering what might happen if they take a road trip and decide to give it a go.

During the timeframe of a week on the road, the reader finds out who these two young men really are, and what makes them do what they do, on which roads they plan or don’t plan to travel, and why.

Perhaps some may say the story’s been told, but one must remember, every story in the world has been told: it takes a good storyteller to tell it again. And this is what I’ve found. J.D. Salinger might have died, but he may have been reincarnated in Ethan Edgewood. If not, Ethan has a good grip on Salinger’s style, albeit, not exactly the same in semantics, syntax, and grammar, but close enough to say this author, Edgewood, knows how to tell a story, make the reader a part of that story, and makes the reader think about those thematic truths within the story, whether we’ve heard it before or not. I liked it, and I loved reading about the angst of and sometimes tormenting choices in, youth and human progress. To read it, one might find a wide ray of hope in humanity, once again.

Have you ever found yourself reading three or four books at once? Well, not “at once,” exactly, but taking turns reading some tomorrow, and a little of yet another the afternoon, and yet another in the evening before bed, and…. you catch my meaning.

It sometimes concerns me that I am acutely bored easily, and I have to continue changing the venue. Then I think of some people who had the exact same problem with certain obsessions of theirs, which I believe now has a clinical name: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Consider Picasso, or Einstein, or even Leonardo; Nicola Tesla, and there are a multitude more. The nice thing though is that this kind of problem is equated with high intelligence. I would like to think that I am in that category. The problem with my reading so many books at once is that it takes me longer than average to finish a book, by virtue of the fact that I only read a very small amount per week, because I am reading so many within the same period.

This can be a concern as well, due to the fact that I am terrible about deadlines. Now, what author do you think should be terrible with deadlines? Right! None! but then, I read somewhere that one of the greatest minds today never meets deadlines:

“I always deliver what I say, just maybe not in the time frame that I say it” – Elon Musk.

That’s right, folks, Elon Musk, a great mind, and a brilliant entrepreneur. He does not meet deadlines…

Now, before anyone cries out that I am advocating leaving deadlines behind, and acquiring OCD, remember, these are regular quirks for specific kinds of people. Whether or not they offer a unique breath of fresh air is beside the point; the point is, it is a painful process at worst, an annoyance at best.

So when someone asks me to read their book for review, or a professor asks me to submit a paper by the end of the year, I must tell you, I am hard pressed to do so, and I am harder pressed to finish anything but in my own timeline. I was never very good at following the pied piper, you see; I’ve got my own calling of a different drummer.

Stay tuned for my multiple reviews AFTER I’ve finished all these books I’m reading presently! I guess I started this entire blurb to cover my…slowness, to finish reviewing a number of books I am supposed to review. Au revoir!