Sunday, June 26, 2022
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Sunday, April 24, 2022
I am neither an expert on Kafka or on Korean culture or on Spike Lee, so forgive me if my logic is absurd.
Recently, I listened to The Metamorphesis and The Trial. Usually, I listen to some commentary and some criticism about the books, too.
Friday, February 25, 2022
I have lots of books.
I'm trying to go through and filter the ones with which I can part and with which I want to read again.
So, I'm rereading some of the books that I may end up on the departure pile. It's a sad, mournful task, like I'm saying goodbye to old friends, but like I said, I have lots of books.
I recently reread my old copy of Slaughterhouse Five. It's falling apart, and I need to turn the crumbling pages as if it's 100 years old, but it's as good as I remember it. Funny, much of the rhetoric and narrative have been imitated since Kurt Vonnegut wrote this--the narrative within the narrative, the overlapping time, the repetition--but the quality and wit still stand.
But I want to write about a different book: The Castle of Otranto. I would not have read this if I hadn't had to read this for a wonderful graduate class about the progression of novels of the gothic and romance. This class mapped the progression of gothic and romance novels from the 1600s to the early 1900s. Fascinating stuff.
The Castle of Otranto was in the list.
This is an extraordinary book for several reasons. First, printed in 1764, this is credited as being as the first gothic novel.
Let me pause here. The term "gothic" is very problematic, especially in contemporary times, when we think more about Trent Reznor and emo than traditional gothic. But this novel created the first literary world in charming castles, ancient history, romantic clashes, illusive ghosts, and heroic honor.
As a novel from 1764, you can't really sit down to read this like you would sit down to read Dean Koontz or Janet Evanovich. However, this book offers such a foundational look into the history of the novel and the genre, and we rarely have such a definitive novel as to say, "This novel set the foundation for all other novels like it."
In this case, I think we can.
I'm keeping this one for a few more years.
Sunday, January 23, 2022
A couple of weeks ago my great uncle passed. He was 93 years old, but he had been fighting Alzheimer's for several years.
My great uncle Bob is someone I would like to write about, but perhaps this time has passed. I do not know.
As a child, I did not understand his life or who he was--he lived on a farm without a television and often had strange kids and quiet people staying with him. He was gracious and kind when we visited, but he didn't talk much. We would walk around the farm, and he might point out a combine or plane or tractor, which were foreign to me off the farm. I loved the kittens and sheep that he might have, but mostly, it was quiet and a little boring on the farm. Bob traveled a lot when he wasn't farming--all over the world. This intrigued me, but I sort of thought he was vacationing or something.
I didn't understand who he was or what he was doing.
As an adult, I didn't see him much, but when I did, I asked him lots of questions. I learned that he traveled the world teaching farming and agriculture--presumably, not like when I went to college. I asked him once how many counties he had visited, and he told me it would be easier to count the countries he hadn't seen. He said this with a laugh. I believe this is true--once, a few years ago, I sat in front of a world map and listed off the countries, starting in South America, moving to Africa, then Asia, and then finally Europe. He had been to almost all of them.
The kids that stayed with him, they were foster kids. In the last years, one has stayed with Bob to help take care of him. I asked this former foster child now adult how many foster kids stayed with Bob over the years. He told me it was over 40. There is a doorframe in the farmhouse with markings all along it, both sides of the wide arch--markings with lines, dates, and names for the different kids. It's overwhelming to see all the names and dates.
And the strange, quiet people--I do not really remember this very well--one is Jan (pronounced Yahn) from Northern Europe. He came to Bob to learn farming and learned flying instead. They have been friends for years. There were others, I think: quiet foreigners and farmers and previous foster kids. Some from other parts of the world.
In his death, I do not want his life and story to go away, but in the last years, his memories have been slipping away. I hope and pray to have the chance to write about him, perhaps through his foster kids and friends.
His is a story I hope to tell.
Sunday, January 16, 2022
I haven't posted in a minute, but here I am, posting to market a fellow writer!
One of our writers at the Writer's Center and in the fiction group is launching his first novel, Wild Salvation.
I am honored and excited to say that we workshopped this last year. While I do not normally read Western novels, the plot and characters in this novel pulled me in quickly. The descriptions are fantastic, and I wish I could attend the book launch: It’s Friday, February 4th from 6-10 pm at Howl + Hide and Wild’s in Fountain Square (a leather and barber shop) in Indy.
I'm excited to hear all about this and get my (signed?) copy! Hopefully, more to come on this!
Sunday, September 19, 2021
So here's what happened.
About six weeks ago, I was getting repetitive messages from my Facebook Instant Messager. Random stuff, but mostly, the messages were job applications, from job positions for secretaries, airline repair persons, waitstaff, and a few other messages asking for information from applicants. "Send applicantion materials," or "Contact Joe for more information," or similar messages. The messages would get responses ("What information do you need?" "What kind of experience are you looking for?" etc.), as if these were group chats.
On a few days, I would get a dozen or more texts.
Obviously, I was puzzled.
My husband even removed my Facebook Messenger from my phone because it was getting annoying.
The first few days, I ignored it. Dumb move. I thought this was prompted from some job sites I had visited.
The following weekend, I got onto my Facebook page and explored a bit. The contact email and phone number were not mine. I tried to reset my password, but I could not because the email and phone number were not mine--the reset code was sent to a different phone number. Luckily, I was still logged in. I found a place to report that my account had been compromised.
A few more days went by, I could not log into Facebook at all. I did some Googling about Facebook and about the best I could do was to send Facebook messages that my account had been hacked. Turns out, Facebook has no resources or customer service. I couldn't contact Facebook at all. And I am not the first person to go through this.
A week or so later, I searched Facebook help pages, checked my account, and found that my account is disabled.
Funny, when I travelled abroad, I used Facebook to communicate and to share stories with family, but now, I do not use Facebook beyond sharing much beyond sharing Fiction Forge posts. When I saw that my account was disabled, I felt relief. I think I have only one regret: some people from my high school have contacted me for reunions. I haven't gone to one, but I may not know about the next one.
I'm glad to be off Facebook.
I haven't been on Facebook in over a month, and I do not miss it.
And now for some "news" from the Onion about Facebook:
One more oldie (a little out-dated from 2011), just because this one makes me laugh:
Saturday, July 31, 2021
Perhaps I am a little sensitive to body language and personal space. I actually took a psychology class on the Psychology of Space--personal space, body language indicators, and other body language extensions--and I learned about lots of interesting things that I had sensed before taking the class. This was many, many years ago, so I have forgotten the terminology and facts with this, but the ideas and implications have stuck with me. Fascinating stuff.
Body language comes in lots of different forms--eye contact, personal space, hand gestures, and body posture for a few.
New comers may seem more withdrawn into their personal space--you know, arms crossed, weak eye contact--but over time, they can become more relaxed and comfortable. Their body posture reflects this.
Some group members are highly respected and valued. When they are speaking, the members generally stop, listen, and make eye contact. When Tom talks, everyone listens. When Kristen gives a critique, we are paying attention. When Randy is talking, we are ready to laugh.
Group members that talk too much or do not contribute as much to the group do not receive the same response to the group. In the past--I am thinking of two past members who workshopped their novels and did not spend much time on reviews and then stopped attending when their novel was finished--the group generally recognized the lack of reciprocation. The body language would be more shut off, personal space would not be open, and body posture would close off when these people spoke. As awful as this is, I was less likely to pay attention when these members were talking then when Tom or Kristen or Randy are talking.
The converse is not exactly true for the online groups because the video chats attempt to create a sense of "meeting." But the meeting does not really work to read how others are responding to each other.
In an online writing group, eye contact is not obvious. A writer might appear to be looking at me, but they might be just looking at their screen/word doc/self video. Body posture and hand gestures are limited, too, because we can only see a small window of their body. Personal space and body posture are very limited because most writers are posed to see their computers in the best position possible.
And of course, sometimes, writers may use a photo or image to hide their video. This hides all body language.
Perhaps I sound old-fashioned, but the face-to-face writing groups allow for a plethora of body language that helps us to understand each other and our reactions within the group. Even if we do not understand body language directly or have all the vocabulary to explain this, I think we all sense this.
Sunday, July 4, 2021
It's been a long and frightful road to here hasn't it, my friends? Such a crooked and snarled path we have had to tread these past two years and more.
"India Reports New Record Death Toll as Indian G7 Delegation Self-Isolates in London"
"Anti-Asian Hate Crimes Reported in NY, SF as New Study Shows Surge in Crimes Against People"
"Chauvin Lawyer Files Motion for New Trial as AG Seeks Harsher Sentence for Murder of George Floyd"
But the end seems elusive...ever moving just out of grasp.
"Community Demands Answers After Black Teenager Mikayla Miller Found Dead in April"
Doom scrolling through any news feed will leave you to fall to the path and cover your head against the encroaching wilds.
"“New Normal” for U.S. Climate Is Hotter and Wetter, According to New Data"
Saturday, July 3, 2021
This leads to another "difficulty." I use this term loosely because this is not really a problem--more of a hiccup.
Previous to the 'Rona, when new members joined, we would take a few minutes to review the writing group guidelines, once a year or so. The guidelines are not extensive, but they are loosely based on the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Our previous noble leader, David Hassler, defined our guidelines and put them into practice.
Please indulge me. This was one of David's favorite quotes.
In the last year (as mentioned), we often have had new members every meeting. New members receive a copy of the guidelines, but I do not recall discussing them as a group in some time. The online format and larger group size cramps time, so we do not have time to go over the guidelines.
Perhaps I am a little too type-A. I like my rules.
We have had several submissions with 10-point font or single-spaced. They are within the page limitations, but because the guidelines are 12-point, double-spaced, the submissions are much longer.
Now into the grit. Some of our guidelines are about the discussions. Again, we are based on the Iowa Workshop, so the writer whose work is being discussed is to remain silent, and each critiquer is allowed a turn to speak. Over time, we have allowed the writer to ask questions and respond. Mostly, this has been fine. In the last months, a few writers have taken this time to defend their writing and explain what they are trying to write.
Mostly, I can't listen to this for too long. Recently, I stopped a writer who was explaining what her main character was thinking and doing. The writer has done this before. I tried to gently say that this was not coming through on the page and she should not explain this but write it. She continued to explain, and again, I said I would rather read her next draft than for her to tell me what she intends for the character to do. She started explaining again.
Randy says that critiquing is a little like volunteer work. We spend lots of time reading and reviewing others work for no money.
I think this is funny, sort of.
Mostly, this is true.
Saturday, June 5, 2021
Over the years I have been in our writing group (13?), we have seen people come and go, sometimes staying for a few meetings and sometimes staying for a year or more, but this year has been different. In the year of the 'Rona while our writing group has met online, we have had a flurry of new members.
Because meeting online doesn't require us to drive to the 'hood in downtown Indianapolis, we have had people join us from Washington, Gautemala, Texas, North Carolina, and other places. This is both tremendously interesting and difficult.
This was both exciting and awkward.
A few of us talked offline about keeping our comments brief, but some of the newer members talked long. With 15+ people critiquing 3 pieces in 2 hours, we ended up timing the critiques to make certain everyone had time to comment.
As happens often in the summer, the numbers have dwindled a bit. We have loyal members that continue to attend, and a few others are busy with writing projects (yes, exciting publishing and promoting endeavors--I hope to devote some posts to them in the future!), and they will probably return.
So as exciting as the ease of online meetings encourages more people, the large meetings have been difficult.
This also poses a problem for us as we ease back into the world of non-'Rona. Will we continue to meet online or develop a hybrid system? Will this exclude the members from other places in the country and in the world?
And now I leave you with this quote.
Saturday, May 29, 2021
I haven't posted in a while.
I have been a little discouraged since the rejections from Frank and Gala, I think, and recent stresses from life have been keeping me from writing. Unfortunately, writing is probably the thing that keeps me most sane.
Anyway, I have been staying active in the Fiction Writing Group through the Indiana Writers Center--the same writing group I have attended for nearly 12 years now. Although the members of this group have changed over the years, a few members (Randy, Tom, Kristen) have been strong, wise, lovely leaders who I am glad to know and call friends.
In the last year, we have changed our format to an online writing group.
Let me back up for a moment. During my MFA (yes, some years ago, from 2009 to 2011), I did many online workshops, but these classes were not through a virtual-meeting based workshop. These workshops were writing intensive, with threads and comments, branching from the main comments that each person posted. Each member would post a critique, and the readers would respond to each others' critiques, sometimes with long, involved threads. The writer could read but was not allowed into the discussion until at the end.
In our current online format with the Fiction Writing Group, this has worked extraordinarily well to meet in a Zoom meeting for two hours. But there have been some bumps along the way.
I hope we will begin to meet in person again soon. Part of the appeal and attraction with this group is the camaraderie we have developed, and this is difficult to develop in a two-hour Zoom meeting.
One reason for this: in person, we chat about our lives and get to know each other. We catch up on what is going on. Several conversations may be going on, inside the room, or even coming and going to the room. In the Zoom meeting, only one conversation can happen, and while I may want to catch up with Randy or Tom or Kristen, this may seem excluding to newcomers.
I find the online writing group phenomena very interesting. I may explore this more in upcoming blogs.