Category: Random

Hey all,

I recently stumbled across another lit agent’s blog, Nathan Bransford, who offers some valuable information. This week, in response to Jessica Faust’s AgentFail blog topic comments, he is letting all writers be Agents for a Day.

He’s posted 50 anonymous queries, and is asking authors to respond to each one with an accept or reject. Authors can request up to 5 manuscripts out of 50. Everything has to be done by this upcoming Saturday, making it about 10 queries per day to review.

Check out his blog.

One thing I have learned from this exercise (and there are many!) is that there are many queries which come in that hold no personal interest to me whatsoever. It’s easy to send a form rejection in those cases, but is that really helping a fellow writer? I tried adding in comments for every reject I gave, but it began taking up so much time that I couldn’t continue unless I *really* saw something special in the writer’s query.

This also lets me know that I need to go back and thank those agents who were kind enough to send personalized reasons why a certain manuscript of mine was not right for them. Any of these tips helps, and helps us navigate our way to the publication path.

So THANK YOU to those lit agents who respond to our queries and let us know your thoughts. You’re helping writers everywhere.

This past weekend, I had the dual pleasure of not only escaping Atlanta for a day, but seeing Southern writer Flannery O’Connor’s homestead. For those of you in the Atlanta area, the farm where she lived–aka “Andalusia“–is in Milledgeville, Georgia, a little over an hour outside Atlanta. Take I-20 East, Go South on 441 for 30 miles. Boom, you’re there. And if you have the time to visit other Southern author homesteads, there are many within driving distance of Atlanta.

Strange things happen when one escapes a metro city. We’re so frenzied with work, life, etc. that we often don’t “see” things. Worse yet, we don’t realize we’re missing out until we get the chance to escape. We’ve gradually grown accustomed to fuzzy sight, and leaving for a spell gives us that perfect 20/20 vision. Suddenly we realize how much better everything looks, smells, sounds.

15 miles outside the city’s limits, I began to breathe easier. 18-wheelers were no longer jockeying for position along our potholed interstates; anything left undone at home was out of sight, out of mind; and the further away we drove, the more industrial-looking neighborhoods and businesses gave way to rolling green pastures peppered with horses and cows, red barns and silos, and a more relaxed pace. Try as we may to remember these gems so close to the city, we often forget they exist.

Flannery O’Connor’s homestead is a beautiful farmhouse with an amazing front porch overlooking a lake. She loved peacocks, so there are vases with peacock feathers everywhere, along with peacock rugs and framed paintings. The white stove and kitchen cabinets reminded me of my grandmother’s kitchen.

Her desk and typewriter were in her bedroom on the first floor, as she had lupus which eventually caused her death. She used crutches to get around, yet every morning–without fail–she wrote for 3 hours before taking care of farm life. All these daily events while on crutches. I was astonished to learn more about her. She attended college (and got her Master’s degree) when most women flocked to become housewives. She studied at Yaddo with some of the greats. And she continued to write daily despite a debilitating disease.

My mantra coming away from learning this? No more excuses. Some days the muse might appear, other days she may be elusive. But consistently showing up to the page is the only way to charm her into staying.

Walking around the farm, including seeing the barn (see photo above) which inspired her short story, “Good Country People,” was like strolling back in time. Fat, fuzzy bumblebees danced near the flowers; a warm breeze blew, bringing a smile to everyone’s face while there; a green furry caterpillar inched its way along dark gray rocks. It was an enlivening afternoon.

Returning home was interesting. Atlanta is a jealous city; her gravitational pull on residents to stay nearby comes with a price for those who escape her grasp on occasion. Re-entering the city–no matter what day, time, or route–is like re-entering the Earth’s atmosphere without a heat shield. It’s as if the city keeps a detailed record of the residents who betray her by leaving, and she’ll make it hell on them upon return so they’re reluctant to leave again.

But not me. Plenty to see and do nearby…and plenty to blog about. Happy writing and creating, all!

A fellow artist recently mentioned that he likes complete silence when he’s writing. I’m one who needs music. I’ve tried the total-silence approach, but it makes my ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton.

But my using music to write isn’t the right answer, or the best answer, or anything except my preference. I’ve read his work; it’s incredible. The write-in-silence process works for him.

The key secret that nobody tells you: There are NO right and wrong answers. There’s only what works for you, enabling you to get the job done.

This is why I’m wary of writing classes. They can be valuable tools, but remember that the instructor is not the ultimate authority on what works and what doesn’t. Years ago, I took a short story online class from a place which I won’t mention. The instructor used one approach. I used another. She told me I was wrong. Not good.

In the fiction world, there are plotters and there are pantsers, and some folks who are a bit of both.

You know the plotters when you see them. They’re the ones with color-coded post-it notes threaded throughout their synopsis and manuscript. They know what has to happen when, they have timelines, graphs, charts, colored dots for when each event occurs, etc. They’re efficient, organized and often produce many pages because they’ve already laid out where they want to go. They’re hard to miss.

By the same token, you know the pantsers. They scatter like mice when anyone mentions a “synopsis” or asks for plot detail on a manuscript in progress. They write a book so they can figure out how it ends. Where’s the fun in writing if you already know how it ends? They shun graphs and charts, and instead write by the seat of their pants–oftentimes surprising themselves with glee in the process.

I am a reformed pantser, still leaning toward the pantsing side but with enough plotter thrown in so I don’t write myself into a big circle. My writing instructor was a strict plotter. “Why are you letting your character do this?” she would ask. “You write to have something happen, and you create characters to do what you want so the action takes place.”

Huh? To my pantser mind, this made no sense. Don’t characters drive the story? Oh sure, I had a general idea about what I wanted to focus on, plot points to move the story forward, etc. But not let my character drive the story? Why would I write otherwise?

Don’t ever let anyone do this. Different approaches work for different people. I find that I’m a combination of plotter/pantser now, and it works well. As long as you know your characters (including their goals/motivations/conflicts) then use what approach works for you. You’re the one having to crank out pages, splash that paint on the canvas, or sketch that landscape.

Some people wear funky outfits while creating. Some prefer hard rock music, some prefer classical. Others prefer silence. It’s a matter of what creates the best environment for you to create, to call the muse.

Do what works for you–because getting that art created and into the world is all that counts.

:)

Always remember to keep your sense of humor. If you have lost yours, or can’t find yours, then try to absorb someone else’s until you regain yours back.

Have become addicted to Twitter recently. For any Twitter-bees out there, I recommend that you follow actor Christopher Walken. The guy is hilarious. I admit, I have liked him ever since he played Duane, Diane Keaton’s crazy brother, in “Annie Hall” in 1977. Then I heard he was once a lion tamer. That made me like him even more.

Now he’s on Twitter, and he’s got some hysterical posts. If you’re on Twitter, check him out – http://twitter.com/cwalken. It’ll make you laugh. And you know what they say…laughter is the best medicine, so take plenty and call me in the morning!

Elaine

No, not really. That would be impossible. But I have signed up for Facebook and Twitter, and figured I would list all the various technology arenas where you can find me these days:

Twitter: http://twitter.com/writerscanvas

Facebook: Author Elaine

Web Site: www.elainecalloway.com

MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/thewriterscanvas

If you’re active on any of these, stop by and say hello.

I’m back to writing on a rainy, cold day in Atlanta. Last weekend was 73 degrees and beautiful. Today it’s cold and drizzling. Two weeks ago we had snow. It changes constantly around here!