Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Do you eavesdrop?


I try not to be an eavesdropper, but sometimes you can’t avoid it when people are talking loudly in a cafĂ© or coffee shop or on a bus or train. I think the most interesting ‘eavesdrop’ I ever heard was ‘Well, he had to kill her after that, didn’t he?’ I only hope the speaker was talking about a movie or something on TV!
 
Next time you’re with a group of people who are chatting together, take a mental step backwards for a few minutes and listen. The chances are the conversation will include a lot of half sentences or phrases, broken up by pauses or interruptions. Many people will start a sentence, hesitate, and then start again, or go off at a tangent. There’ll probably be plenty of words like ‘erm’ or ‘well’. Grammar rules will be broken. There will be very few ‘long’ words, and maybe some wrong words will be used.
 
We’re told we should write natural sounding dialogue in our stories. However, if we did this, our readers would probably become exasperated because much of it would be jerky, repetitive, even incomprehensible. I’m reminded of a TV mini-series about President Nixon where every so often the characters would reproduce some of the dialogue from the infamous tapes. It was glaringly obvious when they moved from the smooth scripted dialogue to the fragmentary dialogue of the tapes.
 
Writing dialogue as it tends to be used in everyday conversations would be equally as disastrous as having our characters speak to each other as if they were at a public meeting (to paraphrase how Queen Victoria complained about the way Gladstone spoke to her).
 
So how do we write dialogue?
 
The trick is to make the dialogue seem real without actually reproducing everything we normally hear in everyday speech e.g.
 
Omit ‘um’, ‘er’ and ‘well’, unless you specifically need your character to appear hesitant.
 
Use contractions – don’t, couldn’t, can’t etc.
 
Let your characters use short sentences, not long convoluted ones, or speak in phrases. Have them break off mid-sentence occasionally, or interrupt another character (but not all the time – unless that’s one of their bad habits!)
 
Don’t have them making ‘speeches’ (unless they really are making a speech). If they’re describing or explaining something, have the other person interrupt or ask a question, to avoid having any lengthy monologues.
 
Don’t use dialect that might be difficult for a reader to understand. Slip in an odd word to give a flavour of an accent or dialect, but let the reader imagine the rest.
 
Don’t have your characters calling each other by name all the time. Generally speaking, people don’t tend to do that.
 
Don’t turn a casual conversation into a stilted one or, conversely, into one that’s too flowery. I’ve read conversations that sound as if they have been lifted out of a 1930’s movie, and others where the heroine (and sometimes the hero too!) use ornate, fanciful phrases that people would never use in everyday speech.
 
A final tip is to read your characters’ conversations out loud. I can usually ‘hear’ my characters speaking in my mind – but there have been times when, on reading out loud, I’ve winced at what one of them has said, or how they’ve phrased it, and I’ve then changed it to something that hopefully sounds more natural.
 
What other tips do you have for writing dialogue?

 

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Motivation


I’ve been totally unmotivated lately when it comes to writing. Just the thought of sitting down at my computer to write is unpleasant enough for me to find any number of other things to do—even laundry! I’m uninspired and discouraged.

One reason I think is that I submitted to an editor who was offering to provide feedback with rejections, as a “one time only” kind of deal. So I sent her my manuscript. I knew it wasn’t ready; I knew it would be a no. That’s why I sent it to her in the first place—for the feedback! But when I actually got the rejection and the feedback, I was discouraged. I shouldn’t have been, but I haven’t submitted anything for awhile and I forgot to steel myself beforehand.

Another reason was the storm and the mental stress. We suffered no damage and lost no power, but our town did and all the surrounding towns as well. The kids missed a week of school and we housed friends and family, as well as provided daytime refuge. My house was chock full of people and it was exhausting. I’d fall into bed each night and try as hard as I could, but the ideas that usually fill my head right before I fall asleep didn’t come. It was a blank. And when I slept, I dreamt of fires and other disasters.

But there has been some good that’s come from all of this. Now that life has calmed down, I feel rejuvenated and excited to start writing again. The thought of sitting in my house, alone (finally!), and being able to write is something that I’m looking forward to now. I’m even contemplating going to the library to do some research (my least favorite thing to do).

And I’m finally looking at the feedback as I had originally intended: an opportunity to improve what I knew deep down really did need improving. And honestly, there was also positive feedback that I’m going to pay more attention to now, rather than ignoring it and only focusing on the bad.

The inspiration is coming back and I’m motivated once again!

Friday, November 9, 2012

Welcome Nancy Herkness!


Please welcome our Friday Friend, Nancy Herkness. A graduate of Princeton University, she majored in English literature and Creative Writing. Her senior thesis was a volume of original poetry.
Working first in retailing as a buyer at Lord and Taylor and then in data processing, Nancy finally took the plunge: she quit her job and penned the romance novel she’d always wanted to write. She put her literary career on hold when her first child was born. Once her youngest child was settled in first grade, Nancy returned to the word processor and wrote A Bridge to Love which was published by Berkley Sensation.
Chosen as one of three “Best Up and Coming Authors” for 2003 in Affaire de Coeur’s Readers’ Poll, Nancy’s work has won several awards, including the Golden Leaf, the Write Touch Readers’ Award and the Aspen Gold. A member of Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, and Novelists, Inc., she also writes book reviews, press releases and newsletters. Nancy lives in a Victorian house with her husband and two mismatched dogs and cheers loudly for the New Jersey Devils hockey team.

Changing the scenery

I live in suburban New Jersey, only twelve miles west of the Lincoln Tunnel to New York City (and right in Hurricane Sandy’s path, alas.) However, I grew up in a very different place: a tiny town in the mountains of West Virginia where my friends and I rode our ponies around town the way some kids ride their bicycles.  When I moved to New Jersey, I adopted my new state wholeheartedly (except for the Jersey accent—I’ve never lost my West Virginia twang).

 I even set my first three books in the New York metro area.  A Bridge to Love unfolded in a suburban commuter town much like the one where I live now.  That book’s climactic scene took place on the iconic link between New Jersey and New York, the George Washington Bridge.  My second book Shower of Stars moved between a small village on the Jersey Shore, Pennsylvania’s beautiful Pocono Mountains, and the grit and glitter of New York City.  Music of the Night, my foray into romantic suspense, was firmly entrenched in the culture of the classical music business in Manhattan, where I took readers backstage at the famous Carnegie Hall.

However, there comes a time when a writer needs a change of scenery.  It might be necessary to re-inspire her Muse or to recharge her career or just because she reaches a new stage of life.  Honestly, I’m one of those people who looks steadily forward, never back. My parents still live in West Virginia so I visit regularly, but, as I mentioned, I embraced my new identity as a Jersey girl (no pumping my own gas!) without reservation.  Yet suddenly I felt the creative need to go back to my roots in the state John Denver calls “almost heaven”. 

Take Me Home (released Nov. 6) sprang from that urge.  It is a book set firmly in the rhythms and scenes of my childhood.  I use the names of the families I grew up among, jumbling up first and last to avoid involving any real folks, of course.  I wanted to convey the particular ethnic mix of those who settled there and bequeathed the distinctive music of their proper names to their descendents. I sprinkled a touch of the country accent into their speech, just enough for the reader to know she has journeyed to a slightly different world.

In the background of the story, the beautiful, ancient Appalachian mountains stand ever present, their soft blues and greens draped over them like velvet.  They offer my characters what they always gave me: strength, peace and a sense of perspective.

And there are horses, because I spent so much of my childhood on horseback.  Even after shoveling my pony’s manure every day, I still think of horses as magical creatures.  It seemed right to create a “whisper horse” in my story, a special creature who is happy to listen to your problems and help you carry their burden.  

I wasn’t sure how I would feel about going back to my roots since I’m all about moving forward.  However, it’s been strangely moving to conjure up the sights and sounds of my youth.  Places and events I hadn’t thought of in years are surging to the front of my brain.  Some of them I get to change for the better in my novel.  The darker memories provide fuel for the obstacles my characters face.

 Equally wondrous has been the challenge of capturing these flickering memories in words, knowing that I will be preserving my (slightly fictionalized) impressions forever.  Us writers love the whole concept of our words being immortal, you know.

As for my Muse, she’s loving the change of scenery.  She dances over the mountains like she was born there.  Come to think of it, I guess she was.

Nancy is delighted to report the news that Take Me Home is the first in a series of Whisper Horse books set in the fictional town of Sanctuary, West Virginia.  For more information on Nancy’s books and to read an excerpt from Take Me Home, please go to http://www.nancyherkness.com/


When Claire Parker left Sanctuary, West Virginia, she thought it was for good. But now she’s back, reeling from an ugly divorce.

Readjusting to small-town life is harder than Claire expected, so she’s surprised, and grateful, to find companionship in Willow, an abused Thoroughbred mare. Willow is Claire’s “whisper horse,” and they share a special, rare bond. Except Willow isn’t the only one helping Claire heal; Willow’s ruggedly handsome veterinarian, Dr. Tim Arbuckle, is sympathetic…and secretive.

Devastated by his wife’s death, Tim thought he’d never find love again. The stoic, sexy doctor was sure he’d left his heart behind when he came to Sanctuary. But Claire stirs up emotions he thought he’d buried long ago. For the first time, the doctor tries to see past his grief.

When Willow falls gravely ill, Tim and Claire must work together to save the horse’s life and to find a love so encompassing, so intense, their lives will never be the same again.


Thursday, November 8, 2012

Social Networking

I'll be honest, I have a Facebook page, but I don't use it much. I jumped on the bandwagon a while ago, but decided I'd only use the page for promotion of my writing career. Trouble is, a lot of the people who have friended me are actually friends and as such share non-writing releated tid bits which appear on my page. Then, I'm friends with some authors from whom I also get personal tid bits of information. And this past summer I 'cheated' a bit and posted some personal items on my page.

Now I will be the first to admit, I'm no where near an expert on Facebook. In fact, I'm pretty much a total idiot. I need one of those books, "Facebook for Dummies". I'm sure if there's not one out there, there will be soon.

I guess my first mistake was signing up under only my author name and not my real name. In that way I could have better separated the business end from the friend end. I guess I can still do that, but it's definitely a project for when I have a good chunk of time to devote to it.

A friend was kind enough to set up a "Friends of Debra St. John" page for me. But I use that even less than my regular page.

It's just so confusing to me. There seem to be multiple pages that 'belong' to me and it's anyone's guess which one is going to pop up when I log in. If I had more time to devote to it, maybe it would make more sense and I'd be able to use it as a better marketing tool. But I don't. So alas, much of the time my page just sits there...not doing a whole heck of a lot.

All that said, I am going to 'host' a virtual release party on Facebook in a couple of weeks when my new novella comes out. We'll see how that goes. It took me forever to figure out how to send the invite out, but I think I located the proper 'button' and will get that announcement out next week.

So, how about you? Any opinions about social networking? Likes? Dislikes? Successes? Failures?

Until next time,

Happy Reading!

Debra
www.debrastjohnromance.com

Coming November 21 for Thanksgiving - An Unexpected Blessing

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Turning Points


Question: What’s the link between Enid Blyton, Mills and Boon, ‘The West Wing’ TV series, and an American Civil War battlefields tour?
 
Answer: They’ve all been turning points in my writing career.
 
I’ve always made up stories in my head, but it was when I was about nine and discovered the school series ‘Malory Towers’ by Enid Blyton that I started filling exercise books with school stories. My heroine was the same as Enid Blyton’s but I gave her different friends and different adventures during her six years at the school.
 
During my teens, I turned to writing romances – very cheesy ones, but half a dozen friends waited eagerly for each instalment. Jump forward about ten years to when my first daughter was a baby. I needed something more brain-stimulating than ‘baby-talk’ and started to rewrite one of my teenage stories. Initially, I wrote it simply for myself, but then decided to submit it to Mills and Boon. To my amazement, they accepted it, and gave me a contract for two more novels which I duly produced during the next two years.
 
When M&B were taken over by Harlequin in the 70’s, their ‘formula’ changed completely, and the stories I wanted to write didn’t fit that formula. I did have another novel accepted by a different publisher in 1980, but apart from some short stories, that was the end of my fiction writing for several years.
 
In 2005, I had no idea when I first became hooked on the TV series ‘The West Wing’ that it would prove to be another turning point for me. It led me into the world of fan-fiction, and eventually (and very tentatively) I started to write my own West Wing fan fiction stories. I was quite happy doing these and didn’t even consider doing anything else until...

Until 2008 when I did a week’s tour of American Civil War battlefields in VA, MD and PA – and happened to meet a Harlequin author who was also doing the tour. She encouraged me to start writing novels again and when I got home, I hunted out some old half-finished stories.

The rest, as they say, is history. I've had four novels published since June 2011, just submitted a fifth one (fingers crossed!), and I’m half way through a sixth. There have been other turning points along the way – not least finding my two fantastic critique partners, ‘meeting’ other writers online, many of whom have become good friends, and, of course, my trip to Egypt two years ago which inspired my latest novel, 'Her Only Option.'

What have been your 'turning points'?

 

Sunday, November 4, 2012

People Watching = Future Characters

Yesterday I worked a craft fair booth in a nearby town. Sue and I arranged four tables in an L-shape and displayed my soup, seasoning and bread mixes, and jams. The doors opened at 9, and we started sampling: taster cups of Cream of Wild Rice Soup and Wild Rice Salad dressed with poppyseed dressing. Containers of salsa, dips and cheeseballs, made from mixes we make at work, and small bowls of jalapeno jams poured over cream cheese were flanked by baskets of crackers and stick pretzles, for dipping and spreading.

We went to sell product, and sampling is the way to do that. It is also a great opportunity to people watch.

Little old ladies eat like we are a post-depression buffet. Like seventh grade boys, they look up after each bite to see if we are "on" to them, trying to eat as much as they can before time runs out. They sidestep down the line, taste everything, then say they aren't sure and will need to taste everything again before they can decide whether to buy. A variation is they move on after the first round, then return a half hour later and say they need to refresh their memory. The ones with small shreds of conscience will buy a three dollar dip mix.

Parents fall into categories. Some scoop up handfuls of pretzles and hand them to youngsters in strollers. Others invite their offspring to sample only to decide summarily which goodie will be liked, never giving the offspring a chance to try for themselves. Others remind their children not to double dip, and to move away after a respectable number of tastes. Still others (the ones I dislike the most) will hand their kid a pretzle dipped in habanero hot sauce and hoot with laughter when the kid starts to cry.

The best (IMO) customers rush up, say we are why they came to the craft show, and buy $100 worth of soup mixes to restock their cupboards. Others shop for gifts. Hell's Kitchen Hot Sauce is invariably a stocking stuffer for a son-in-law. It's nice to hear shoppers comment to other shoppers that our mixes are the best.

So... characters and clothes. I saw an older middle-aged woman in bell bottoms and a peasant blouse. Women with rings on every nail-polished finger. Lots of knee-high boots, including a pair that were a cross between leopard and paisley. (My calves are too big for high skinny boots, so I was almost jealous.) No dresses. Slacks or jeans were everywhere, granted this is Minnesota, but it was in only the low 40's and we have no snow. (I wore black jeans. I was working.)

1% of men attending craft shows come to shop. 93.3% of the men don't want to be there. You can tell by their faces. They stand patiently behind their wives, open their mouths when told to (for a sample), then say, "It's up to you, dear." The remaining 5.7% are either working a booth or there with their girlfriends. The latter hold hands, overtly happy to be close together in public.

Faces and body shapes become a blur after eight hours, but embedded in my mental montage is a host of characters. Just waiting for their turn in my spotlight.



Thursday, November 1, 2012

Weekend Gettaway

I can't believe it's November already! Time sure flies when you're having fun...and it really has been a fun Fall so far.

Last weekend we headed up to Door County, WI with the rest of the family. (Sixteen of us all told!) It's been an annual trip for the last five years. It was a beautiful weekend: a bit chilly, but sunny. Most of the leaves were gone from the trees, but the forest floor was laden with them, and our hike was satisfyingly crunchy. My niece is an avid photographer and was gracious enough to do a family photo shoot for us. She took over 250 pictures in the space of about fifteen minutes. She's already edited them down to 110, which she'll put on a disc for everyone and deliver at Thanksgiving.

Spending time with family was wonderful. We celebrated birthdays and the end of my sister-in-law's year long battle with Breast Cancer. We had fun splashing in the pool at the resort, played cards, and ate lots and lots of yummy food.

It was the perfect long weekend gettaway. Each year we do similar things, but find something new to do as well. This year we had a blast skipping rocks from the shore of Sturgeon Bay. I took about 150 pictures that I'll turn into a scrapbook. Every year I bring the previous years' books and we spend time reminiscing and do-you-remembering.

We're already planning next year's trip. Maybe a little earlier to try to catch a bit more of the colorful trees and perhaps weather that's a tad bit warmer. But no matter when we go, one thing's for sure...it's definitely a time for making memories and having fun with the people we love.

Until next time,

Happy Reading!

Debra
www.debrastjohnromance.com

An Unexpected Blessing - coming November 21