Coming Out of Your Shell

 

             If I had to pick five words to describe myself, none of them would be along the lines of ‘Outgoing.’ I’ve just never been one of those people that can walk up to a stranger and start a conversation. I get nervous, I don’t know what to say. Or I just ramble on until the other person can politely excuse herself and wander over to the punch bowl.

            So when I went to my first writing conference almost two years ago, I found a nice chair in the corner of the room, by myself. I had my water bottle and my notebook and my pen. I was ready for the day.

            Except the conference was more popular than I had anticipated. Soon all of the chairs were full. I ended up sitting next to a lovely woman who immediately smiled and introduced herself as Mary. She asked what I was writing.

            I had never spoken about my story out loud. Besides my husband, no one even knew I was writing at the time. But I couldn’t tell her “nothing” or “none of your business.”

            “It’s an urban fantasy.” Saying those words out loud was scary. But at the same time, it made my writing feel real. I wrote an urban fantasy novel.

            Mary’s eyes lit up. “I love urban fantasy! Tell me about it.”

            So we talked.

            I told her about my story. She told me about her paranormal romance. We sat next to some other women at lunch and exchanged more stories. That day, I talked to six different people about not just our plots, but the life of a writer, our struggles, our victories, our dreamsfor our novels. Seeing their passion made me excited about their stories, and excited to talk about my story as well. I found that I could hold my own in a conversation if the topic was something I was passionate about.

 

 

            If you ever find yourself at a writers’ conference, don’t be afraid to strike up a conversation! You already know you have something in common, and you could be making a life-long friend.

Wonky

Sometimes you do something so scatterbrained you have to set down and think about it. I found myself setting down on a bench in sunshine yesterday morning doing just that.

I woke up early yesterday morning, made a list and packed my bags. I wanted to be at the Marriott in Provo, Utah at 11:30 for a writer’s conference.  The activities started at 12:30 so I thought arriving there an hour early would give me enough time to check in, get settled and head down to whatever ballroom they had reserved.  I pulled into the parking terrace at 11:28 feeling pretty good about things. Unfortunately my normal routine is to run a bit late, so I was doing really well. With my hotel confirmation in hand, I headed into the classy hotel lobby and waited my turn to check.  I looked down at the dates listed the paper. May 9 through the 11^th.

What?!

It was May 2.

Then the hotel desk clerk was ready for me. I think his name was Matt.

Matt: “How can I help you today?”

Beckie: “I really hope you can. I think I scheduled my room for next week instead of this week and I’m here for the conference. ”

Matt: “Are you here for the Women’s Conference?”

Beckie: “No, the LDStorymakers conference.”

Matt: “That’s next week.”

Beckie: ???

Matt: “…so your reservation is correct. Yours rooms will be ready for you on the 9^th through the 11^th.”

Beckie: “….ok.” Stares at the ceiling as if the answers as to how she could screwed-up by a whole week would be written there in red.

Matt: “Can I help you with anything else?”

Beckie: Smiles pathetic smile, “No thank you.”

I walked outside in the sunshine, looked up at the blue sky. Thought of my favorite swear word that starts with Sh… and saw a bench. I sat on it, looking at my car and trying to decide what I should do next.

Matt came out for some reason and joined me. I liked Matt. He was Samoan I think, with a nice blue blazer and a big smile. He sat down, asked me if I would come back next week, I said yes. I told him I was a little overwhelmed because I had  not only made arrangements at work but with my six kids and had everything ready for the conference. He said he understood completely. We sat some more. He said I should go shopping for the day and not go back to work.

 Like I said, I liked Matt.

After calling my husband and my boss, I decided the same thing.

The day was not a loss. I shopped for things I really didn’t need but enjoyed buying anyway and ate my favorite chicken wrap at Red Robin. The day wasn’t as good as my conference but overall, not bad.

So if you every find that you’ve done something a little wonky, I suggest finding a bench in the sun and a friend named Matt.

An Insight I didn't expect

Cause honestly, I do not feel good. I've been up since six am, on my day off, just feeling miserable. Miserable.

Which is why, this post is so late and I have nothing of writerly merit to tell you.

But I realized something, when people are feeling miserable, they want something to make them feel better. Today I worked on my novel the majority of the day (in between trying and failing to nap) and I watched a lot of Olan Rogers videos.

Olan is a youtuber; his job is making YouTube videos. He's a storyteller. Most of his stuff, is him retelling things that have happened to him in his life. Whether it was last week's prank or a childhood memory, he retells them all with the same hilarity and enthusiasm.

And laughing is the best medicine.

It made me realize, that although my medium is different that Olan's, and I'm not really writing about my life, and my book isn't meant to be comedic, I too am a storyteller. I have to have the same care and excitement about all my stories or they're not going to turn out right. They are going to flop.

Because if you don't care, you're readers don't care.

Amazing how it's the little things like being sick and looking for comfort, can reveal things you didn't know you needed.

The Importance of Reading

           When I was ten years old, my parents set a limit on how much money I could spend on books. They couldn’t understand why I wanted to spend every last cent I had on the newest Babysitter’s Club super special or Nancy Drew mystery. I craved books; I devoured whatever I could get my hands on.

            Pretty much every writing blog or book about writing I’ve ever read has had the same advice – if you want to be a writer, then 1. You have to write a lot, and 2. You have to read a lot. I write YA fantasy, so that’s primarily what I read. I try to keep up with the newest releases and what’s trending, but sometimes when I’m in the library I’ll just grab something random.

            A few months ago, I picked up a book with a title I thought sounded interesting (which shall remain nameless). It started out pretty slow, but I thought I’d still give it a chance.

            It just got worse.

            It became a joke between me and my husband – he’d ask what I was up to and I’d tell him, “Reading this terrible book.” And I’d tell him why I thought it was terrible – the clichés, the two-dimensional love interest, the heroine’s over-the-top reactions to the most mundane things – and we’d both have a good laugh. He couldn’t believe I was wasting my time reading it.  

            It took me awhile, but I finished the whole thing. Unfortunately, it never improved to the point where I could call it a decent book. But I learned a lot from reading it. Sometimes it’s more helpful to see examples of what not to do, instead of just being told, ‘make sure your characters behave consistently throughout your story,’ or 'you should mix action with dialogue.’ Seeing the author make those mistakes made me realize how jarring they are to a reader, and why I should never, ever make them. I can sit in a writing conference all day listening to someone lecture about what makes a character flat, but unless I experience a flat character, I’m personally not going to make that connection.

Read it all – the good, the bad, the ugly. Figure out what works and why. Do the same for what doesn’t work. I promise, you’re not wasting your time!

Read it Again?

"Haven't you already read that?"
"Um, yeah..."

"Why are you reading it again?"

I can't tell you how many times I've been asked those questions. Especially from non-avid readers. Usually I reply with this simple answer: "Cause I love it"

Simple. Straight to the point. Four little words that encompasses a whole lot of feelings and reasons.

Rereading a book or story that you love is like re-watching a movie or listening to a favorite album again. It's the memories; revisiting a past you that was changed by this very moment. You are not the same person anymore, so coming back to this well loved moment is different than the first time. You discover things you didn't notice the second time around. You understand this bit more on the third.

So on and so forth.

To me, the biggest complement to an author is to reread their book again. (And reccommend it to others) It means that the world they created, means something to you. That they have made a difference, just a little.

There are some books that I HAVE to reread, every year, without fail. Even though I know everything that will happen, where the characters will end up, I enjoy it all the same. I won't feel that surprise at the twist ending anymore, but I'll have that satisfaction that I found the little clues that pointed to it. I'll still smile over that intemate scene, still cry over that sad one, and still yell at the villians for make my heroes lives miserable. I'll revisit my favorite characters, still laugh at their wit or whimper at their tragedies. I'll remember why I fell in love with them in the first place.

I'd like to reccommend some of my favorite re-reads:

THE THIEF by Megan Whalen Turner- I adore this book; read it every year. I'm surprised I don't have it memorized with as many times as I have read it. Gen is probably my favorite character of all time.

THE MEASURE OF A LADY by Deeanne Gist- One of my favorite romances. Also a great story of forgiveness.

THE OUTLAWS OF SHERWOOD by Robin McKinley- The best Robin Hood retelling I have ever read. (And I've read quite a few. I love anything Robin Hood.) I love the different portrayl of Robin as a reluctant outlaw, only hiding out and fighting against the Sheriff. McKinley keeps true to the familiar characters-Will Scarlet, Little John, Marian-while making them her own.

BLINK OF AN EYE by Ted Dekkar- Usually Dekkar books are thrillers, this

book is a romance. Albeit told in typical Dekkar style. It's about an Saudi princess running from her arranged marriage only to be saved (and fall in love with) an American who can see the future.

TAHN by L.A Kelly- I love it when the main characters are tortured souls, and Tahn is certianly the most tortured soul I have ever read. He's an assasian, but instead of killing his latest assignment he saves her. This is also a story about forgiveness.

DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST by Juliet Marillier- A retelling of an old Irish folktale, about the seven children of Lir. When her brothers

are turned into swans, Sorcha must keep silent and sew six shirts of starwort to break the curse. Even when she is taken from her homeland and falls in love with a British lord. I love the stroytelling in this book, and how attached you get to the characters.

What are some of your favorites to reread? Let us know in the comments!

This week...

    

     This week has been one of tragedies, first the bombing in Boston and then the explosion in Texas. Such loss and heartbreak makes the world stop for a moment.

     I remember the things I often forget to do. Things like – listen closer to my kids, go to lunch with my mom, talk sweeter to my husband and enjoy the simple things, like strawberries and good books. Life is fragile and I often take my life and loved ones for granted.

How quickly our world changes from the familiar and comfortable, to surreal and foreign.

Time stops.

Events are now marked by it. Before the tragedy and after it.

Heroes emerge and people unite to take care of one another.  I find myself a renewed patriot at times like this.  I read the stories and see the pictures.  Pride fills my heart and spills down my cheeks. I saw this clip of a Hockey game that took place Wednesday night in Boston-

It seems as though we go into shock when we hear about something like this, feel bad but then slowly move on with our lives. The people who are left behind to pick up the pieces and carry on are the ones who are the heroes in the long run I think.

Faith, I believe plays an enormous part in it all. I will use mine for people who cannot hug their loved ones tonight. I will pray that everyone will find their strength and that those who were taken will never be forgotten.  And I will pray for peace. Peace for those directly involved and for the rest of us, to live our lives without fear.  To me, that is the only way to ensure that those who would terrorize us, will never win. We refuse to cower or be defeated, we will carry on.

Best of thoughts and encouragement to all who stand in need.

Cross-Training

            I like trying new things and challenging myself, so about four years ago I decided to attempt a half-marathon. I thought that if I wanted to run 13.1 miles, all I had to do was start training seven weeks before the race – the first Saturday I’d run 6 miles, the second Satuday 7, and so on. During the week I’d run anywhere from 3-5 miles per day. I put the treadmill on the same speed every time I ran – 6 miles an hour.

            When race day arrived, I was super nervous. As I first started running, I kept worrying I was going too fast or too slow. My knee started hurting about halfway through. At a few places, I felt like I wanted to give up. But I did it! Crossing that finish line was a great feeling, even though my entire body ached like crazy and I kind of wanted to pass out. I didn’t go in with a specific goal in mind besides just to finish. When I learned my time – two hours and six minutes – I was proud of my accomplishment.

            But I knew I could do better. I could finish in two hours.

            I went on-line and found a training program. To my surprise I wasn’t just supposed to run, I was supposed to cross-train. I walked, biked, lifted, even did aerobics and yoga. And the program had me running at different speeds on different days. Not only did I become stronger, I became faster.  

            I made other changes as well. I broke down and went to an actual running gear store where a guy observed my form and helped me pick out the perfect pair of shoes (before that, my perfect pair of running shoes was defined as “whatever is on sale in a color I like”). I watched what I ate, I got enough sleep. I bought orange sports drinks, then promptly gave them to my husband and bought grape instead (orange sports drinks are terrible).

            When my second half-marathon race day arrived I was still nervous, but under that nervousness I felt good. I was ready. And when the starting pistol fired, I decided I was just going to have fun. 

            I jammed out to Lady Gaga on my iPod. I smiled at the spectators lining the streets. I jumped up and waved at my husband when he couldn’t find me at the sea of runners. I still struggled at certain points, but nothing like my first race.

            When I rounded the final corner, I saw the official clock and knew I was going to accomplish my goal. I practically floated across the finish line with the biggest smile on my face, my final time an hour and fifty-six minutes. I felt good, physically and mentally.

            My writing journey has been a lot like my running journey.

            I’ve learned if I want to publish a novel, I can’t just write in a vacuum. Don’t get me wrong, I know I need to spend a lot of time advancing the plot of said novel if I ever want to finish it, but I shouldn’t ignore other “cross-training” activities that can improve my craft. Like creating character sketches, attending writing conferences, writing short-stories, playing word-association games, even just plain reading. One of my friends says she’s more creative when she spends fifteen minutes coloring (yes, with crayons!) before she writes.

            What sorts of “cross-training” activities do you like to do?