Sunday, September 26, 2010

thank you mr. king


I just finished "On Writing- A Memoir of the Craft" by Stephen King.  Love, love, loved this book.  I read it in two days and marked it up a shameful amount.  I was really excited when I found out that he had written this book with all his golden nuggets of advice.  


The first half is a memoir of his life- an overview of the things that happened to him that influenced him as he became a writer.  The second half is specifics on writing itself- the mechanic and the evolution of his stories.  And lets be honest... he IS Stephen King!  He knows what he's talking about.  For years now I've gone to author's websites and read everything I can to find things like this.  I am always hopeful that there will be a section 'for writers.'  This was like those sections... on crack.  Everything you need to know, stripped of all of the fluff, brutally honest and crammed with insight.    


I enjoyed this book so much that I want to share the things that were important to me in my writing.  Here are some of the nuggets of advice from Mr. King that had a large impact on me:




  • "If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others:  read a lot and write a lot."  This is by far the piece of advice that all authors/writers agree on and vehemently advocate.  Mr. King talks about how there is a learning process going on every time you read, and thats why its so important.  You pick up on grammatical lessons, plot structure and good vs. bad dialogue.  You will be a much better writer if you READ.  At the end of his book he give a list of books he's read in the last few years (well, at the time he wrote it) and it is quite extensive.  He says each book influences you and your writing style so it is important to read a lot of different authors and styles.  "Constant reading will put you into a place (a mind-set if you like) where you can write eagerly and without self consciousness.


  • You've got to pound the pavement.  You have to actually WRITE.   He talks about how you have to be involved in writing without first waiting for your "muse."  If you spent enough time writing... the muse will come.  "If you don't have time to read, you don't have time (or the tools) to write.  Simple as that."  Stephen King wrote "The Running Man" in one week.  WOW.


  •  The writing program he suggests is 4-6 hours a day behind a closed door.  1000- 2000 (increasing as you go from beginner...) words a day, six days a week. 

    • NEW COMMITMENT- I am going to try this out.  I promise to write at least 1000 words, 6 days a week, starting TODAY.


    • The writing room- He suggests you have a room that you can close the door, leaving all of the distractions outside.  It also programs your brain and your subconscious to know that you are going to write.  You can't leave the writing room until you have hit your goal.


    • Tell the truth and be true to your characters.  Your stories should be CHARACTER driven, not PLOT driven.  "Plot is, I think, the good writer's last resort and the dullard's first choice."  This was a very interesting piece of advice to me because I HATE HATE HATE the story-boarding part of writing.  But I hate REWRITING even more than story-boarding, which is why I get stuck sometimes trying to figure out what to do next.  He suggests that if you just let your characters take over, they will lead you in the most true direction the book could go.   I loved this part:  "...If you do your job, your characters will come to life and start doing things on their own.  I know that sounds a little creepy if you haven't actually experienced it, but its terrific fun when it happens.  And it will solve a lot of your problems, believe me."  I have had that happen, and he's write- that's the BEST part of writing.  Because then your characters are REAL.  I have gone back and forth between writing like that and trying to figure out endings.  He says that most of the time he doesn't know how things are going to end up.  He has 'hoped' something will turn out one way, but it may or may be the way it ends... and its up to the characters, not him.


      • NEW COMMITMENT -  Character driven.  Ok, Im going to go with it and see what happens.  I need to let the characters just BE themselves and see where it takes me.  


    • First draft should be completed behind a closed door and without any help from anyone else.  He says when you are wanting to share it with someone, to resist that impulse and to keep the pressure on.  The hope of success and the fear of failure will drive you forward.  



    Basically, if you are writing anything... go get a copy of this book.  The suggestions in ON Writing are fantastic.  I really couldn't put it down.  I love that someone as accomplished and famous as Stephen King took the time to write a book about how he does what he does.  To people like me, eager to learn and just starting out, the advice was invaluable.   It's a pretty amazing thing that something he wrote back in 1999 can have such a heavy influence on me, in 2010.  And there we have the magic of writing... thank you Mr. King.


    Wednesday, September 22, 2010

    fall goodness


    It's the first day of fall!  Fall is my very most favorite time of year.  I love the crisp air, the colors, the spicy fall treats, scarves, and since this is the season that I met my husband, it always makes me remember when we were dating.

    In honor of fall, I break out some subtle warm colored decorations in my house and do some rearranging to make it feel really cozy.  I am all about Salt City Candles that have the best and most delicious scents.  Today I am burning 'pumpkin spice'  in honor or welcoming FALL.  

    I have been trying to incorporate 'fall' into my cooking lately, which my girls think is funny, but I think they secretly like it.  I have been making these really yummy chai-like protein shakes for breakfast:

    Fall Breakfast Shake
    Ice
    8-10 oz. milk
    1 banana
    1 scoop vanilla protein powder
    3 shakes of cinnamon
    1 1/2 shakes cloves
    dash pepper

    (do you like my exact measurements??)

    Blend and enjoy.  I have also learned if you blend it for too long it becomes real foamy-ish, which I don't like.  So blend it until the ice is tiny, but not much longer.

    Here is another breakfast favorite:





    Zucchini Pie
    4 c thinly sliced zucchini
    1 c chopped onion
    1/4 c butter plus 2 T olive oil
    2 eggs beaten
    1 c grated cheddar cheese
    1 c grated monterey jack cheese
    (you can use 2 c colby jack for the cheese)
    seasonings:
    salt and pepper to taste
    1/2 t garlic powder
    2/ T parsley flakes
    1/2 t basil flakes
    1/2 t oregano flakes
    one tube croissant rolls or dough of choice
    As an alternative to using the croissant rolls for the dough:  


    Saute zucchini and onion in butter and oil.  Add seasonings. Line 9" pan  with dough.  In large bowl mix eggs and cheese then add zucchini mix.  Pour into lined pan and bake at 375 degrees for 20 to 30 mins.




    A yummy fall lunch- definitely Minestrone

    Fall Minestrone
    Chicken Stalk
    3-4 tomatoes, diced
    1 can tomato sauce
    1-2 stalks celery
    White Beans
    Carrots
    onions
    1 clove garlic, minced
    yellow squash
    zucchini
    spinach
    orzo pasta (or I get the wheat pasta)
    Lawrey's salt
    pepper
    thyme
    sage
    garlic salt
    2 bay leaves

    Cook and enjoy!

    And of course, there HAS to be peach cobbler!! YUM!!
    This one is from allrecipes.com 




    • 8 fresh peaches - peeled, pitted and sliced into thin wedges
    • 1/4 cup white sugar
    • 1/4 cup brown sugar
    • 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
    • 1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg
    • 1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice
    • 2 teaspoons cornstarch
    •  
    • (I usually double this next part so that the peaches to yummy bready part is equal)
    • 1 cup all-purpose flour
    • 1/4 cup white sugar
    • 1/4 cup brown sugar
    • 1 teaspoon baking powder
    • 1/2 teaspoon salt
    • 6 tablespoons unsalted butter, chilled and cut into small pieces
    • 1/4 cup boiling water
    •  
    • MIX TOGETHER:
    • 3 tablespoons white sugar
    • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

    Directions

    1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C).
    2. In a large bowl, combine peaches, 1/4 cup white sugar, 1/4 cup brown sugar, 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon, nutmeg, lemon juice, and cornstarch. Toss to coat evenly, and pour into a 2 quart baking dish. Bake in preheated oven for 10 minutes.
    3. Meanwhile, in a large bowl, combine flour, 1/4 cup white sugar, 1/4 cup brown sugar, baking powder, and salt. Blend in butter with your fingertips, or a pastry blender, until mixture resembles coarse meal. Stir in water until just combined.
    4. Remove peaches from oven, and drop spoonfuls of topping over them. Sprinkle entire cobbler with the sugar and cinnamon mixture. Bake until topping is golden, about 20 minutes.


    Yesterday at my moms I had some pear butter and I am going to get the recipe for that soon, so I will put it on here when I do.

    Fall is magical to me.  I get really excited about it... can you tell?  I have to make myself wait until October to get out the halloween decorations.  Im trying to just be content with my fall-ish ones for now. :)

    I'm hoping for some stormy weather too.  That's the best writing weather you know. 


    I love this song... it feels like fall to me... 


    dear fall,

    i love you.

    always,

    Wednesday, September 15, 2010

    Houston... we have no problems



    Change of Venue for the next few days: HOUSTON

    I'm writing today from Houston Texas, where I came with Hubby for the closing on his purchase of assets from a large company here.  This is a hugely exciting deal for us and I could not be more proud of him.  He has worked NONSTOP on this for so long that sometimes I can't remember what he looks like :)

    This has been an insanely uphill battle from the beginning- we are talking CLAWING our way up.  Last night I was musing about how he has made this entire thing happen out of nothing.  He has woven all of these seemingly unconnected pieces together... like a huge intricate spider web.  Seriously, it is amazing that it has all fallen into place.  I am so lucky to have such an intelligent, savvy and likable man for my spouse.  Gonna call him Spider.

    Texas is BEAUTIFUL!  The city is really cool because there are all the incredible buildings but then there are these AM.AZ.ING homes- no wait- estates- everywhere with these winding roads and huge reaching trees right in the city as well!  

    The humidity reminds me of when I was little, growing up in Virginia.  It's weird how just the air takes me right back to childhood!  I can hear the cicadas in the trees.  When I was little, there was an outbreak of them and they were EVERYWHERE.  Seriously, people didn't want to go outside!  I think they were the ones that only come out every 17 years or something.  If you don't know what they are...check them out here. They are CRAZY little creatures! 


    Anyway, I am happy to be writing and working on my book from Houston.  It's a beautiful, sunny day and I'm looking forward to writing and then going to the pool this afternoon.  I'm reading the third book of Stieg Larson's "The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest" which I am excited about.  For some reason, I can't seem to put this series down!  I have flown through the pages and I'm really excited to hear what happens in the final book.


    I was saddened to learn that Stieg Larsson died from a heart attack before any of his books were ever published.  In 2008 he was the second largest selling author and was the first author to sell more than one million e-books on amazon.  I can't imagine putting in alllll the work he did- the books are all really long and very complex- but never getting to see them published.  And not only published, but they became a legendary trilogy.  

    I'm the happiest girl today.  Life is good.  Not even a tiny complaint.  In fact, I am just so thankful for all of the things I have in my life. 

    Thank you, Houston, for all of the good things you have brought our way.


    Friday, September 10, 2010

    the little things

    It's the little things that make life so sweet isn't it?  

    I had a great day yesterday writing and finished the rewrite for what I have of book one.  YAY!  Huge accomplishment.  That would be good in and of itself.

    I have kept what I'm writing under wraps for the most part.  But, feeling like what I have written is pretty good, I decided to share parts of it with some of my family members.  

    I do have to admit, a tiny part of me wanted to be taken more seriously.  I wanted them to believe that I am really writing a book, not just sitting at home twiddling my thumbs.  

    I have never read any of it to my dad.  Well, I might have read him one part a really long time ago, but it wasn't nearly the storyline it is now.  So yesterday, I had him over for lunch (and a haircut) and I told him I was really excited to share the beginning of my book with him.   I was a little nervous because my father was an english major and is an attorney to boot.  He edits a lot of documents for a living.  Plus he is very smart, and I was a little nervous he would just tell me it was good, but not really seem like he meant it.

    So I read the very beginning and he was acting like he really liked it.  He seemed to be into it, but he needed to get back to work.  Then he said that he would call me and I could keep reading the first chapter to him while he drove.  So I kept reading while he drove.

    Then all of a sudden, he's like, "Oh  crap!"  I thought maybe he was hitting traffic, and was worried about getting back.  But no.  

    "What happened?"  I ask.

    "You have got to be kidding me!"  

    "What?"

    He starts laughing.  "I was so involved with your story that I missed my exit!"

    :)

    Such a little thing.  But it meant so much to me.  

    Thursday, September 9, 2010

    Eight Years Ago Today



    I met Hubby eight years ago today.  I think that's pretty freaking cool.  We are the happiest married couple I know, and for that, I am proud. 

    Eight years ago, I was working somewhere we will call Big Glass Building and I was an administrative assistant.    I worked out of one office three days a week and out of their other one, 25 miles away, on the other two days a week.    

    I had been hearing about this hot new guy, but it was almost comical how I would not quite be able to see him.  He'd be walking into a conference room and I would see the arm of his jacket or something.  It was kind of funny.  Anyway, he worked on the floor above me at the time.  So he'd been there for almost three months and I'd never met him. 

    On the first Monday of every month, we had a meeting with everyone in the company.  However, Mondays were usually the days that I was at the other location, so I didn't usually go.  But that day, they were doing a spotlight on me (I know... that seems kind of funny now.  I dont know any other companies that do that... but maybe they do).  Anyway, so I came to the meeting and they did the spotlight at the beginning.  

    Well right as they finish, I happened to look behind me at someone shuffling in.  

    ENTER NEW GUY.

    Wow, I think.  He is totally sexy!  Mmmnn and those green eyes!  I turn around quickly but am very aware that he was right behind me the whole meeting.  

    When the meeting was over, I ran into Receptionist on the way back upstairs.  Receptionist's boyfriend had been really mean to her and they were in a fight and she was a mess.  She asks me if I can watch the phones for a minute while she goes to the ladies room to compose herself.

    Of course I said I will, so I was at the front desk manning the phones.  So I'm answering and some guy from our office called the front desk to help him figure out what time it would be in Hawaii right then.. blah blah.... 

    So Im trying to remember what the time difference would be when... in walks New Guy.

    I look up and muffle the phone receiver and ask him if he happens to know what the time difference would be in Hawaii.  He answers immediately, because sexy New Guy knows everything I could ever want the answer to.  He goes around the corner and is gone for a few minutes. 

    Then he comes back and leans his arms on the receptionist counter.  

    "Hey.  I'm NEW GUY."

    I lean a little closer to him and look up at him through my lashes.

    "I know who you are."

    At this, he smiles and can't keep my gaze.  He says, "Oh really?  And how do you know who I am?"

    I give a little shrug. "You know, the ladies here... they talk."

    "Oh really?"  He is captivating and I can't catch my breathe.  It's like time has stopped.

    Then of course, someone walks in and I have to handle something.  Someone needs a form or something.  We break our conversation, as if we can't let anyone else know.  He gives me a smile and a head nod and retreats back around the corner.

    I'm dizzy.  He is having a crazy affect on me.  Finally Receptionist comes back and I go to my office.

    I had a workspace in the same office as my boss.  On this particular day,  Boss tells me that he has someone coming in to talk with him and he had forgotten to tell me to book the conference room.  It's an important meeting.  Unfortunately, all the conference rooms are booked, so he tells me that I am going to have to be scarce for an hour or two.  

    This has never happened before, so I decide to go down to the break room.  I'm walking down the hall when I pass the office three doors down from mine.  As I'm passing it, I hear a "hey."  It's that voice.  Deep and sexy.  

    I turn, and there is new guy.  Setting up his new office.  Three doors down from me.  

    He starts making small talk with me and my stomach is doing those flip flops like I'm 14 again.  He invites me into his office, where we proceed to talk.  For an hour and a half straight.  

    Feels like its five minutes.  I have never met anyone like him before.  He is nine years older than me.  He has three kids.  He had just come over from another company.  He lives and hour and a half from where I live.  He asks me all sorts of things and when I talk, he listens.  Like I'm the only one left in the world.  He smiles and is a little flirty with me, but not too much.  Just a hint... which intrigues me.  

    I don't find out for many months that after I left his office, he called his best friend and told him that he had met the most amazing girl that he was in love with her.  True story.

    The next morning, I had made peach cobbler and brought it in to the office.  Fall is my FAVORITE time of year, and there is nothing yummier than peach cobbler with peaches right off the tree. 

    I send out an email to the company letting them know that there is cobbler in the break room for all to enjoy.

    Minutes later, I get an email from New Guy. 

    "Hey Peachy,
    I am out of town, but I wish I could try out some of your cobbler.  If you want to email, here is my personal email address NewGuy@hotmail.com
    New Guy"

    And that's how it starts.  We begin emailing.  All the time.  He starts showing up at a business class Im taking for work, with ice cream, trying to get me to ditch early.  He made me homemade guacamole.  He takes me up the canyons to see the beautiful fall leaves.  I don't know why I trust him, but I do.  We talk like we have to tell each other everything about our entire lives.  In fact, we want to know more about each other so much that we start writing "Random Thoughts" ... just a 'stream-of-consciousness' writing about anything that has happened to us in the past.  

    Things like "This guy in third grade had a crush on me and when another guy liked me too, he punched him out on the playground.  I have only ever had salmon out of a can so I don't think I like fish.  I love to sing and routinely perform.  I got the scar on my chin when I was six- we were playing tag in the kitchen that had wood floors.  I was wearing socks and a chair was base... I slid right into the chair, splitting my chin open.  I hate the dark.  I love listening to the crickets outside at night...."

    Our company is full of rumors, so we decide to keep it quiet.  The second floor is under construction so we meet there for five minute 'rendezvous.'  He shows up at the other building I work at with bagels and orange juice for breakfast.  

    He is intoxicating.  I can't get him out of my head and the days blur together- a string of moments when I am with him.  

    He shows me a song.  It's by Ben Folds, called "The Luckiest."  It describes us perfectly and I can't believe I've found this man.

    The words are:

    I don't get many things right the first time
    In fact, I am told that a lot
    Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
    Brought me here

    And where was I before the day
    That I first saw your lovely face?
    Now I see it everyday
    And I know

    That I am
    I am
    I am
    The luckiest

    What if I'd been born fifty years before you
    In a house on a street where you lived?
    Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
    Would I know?

    And in a wide sea of eyes
    I see one pair that I recognize
    And I know

    That I am
    I a
    I am
    The luckiest

    I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

    Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
    And one day passed away in his sleep
    And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
    And passed away

    I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
    That I know

    That I am
    I am
    I am
    The luckiest

    We will end up dancing to this song at our wedding.  

    My favorite line is "In a wide sea of eyes, there is one pair that I recognize."  That completely sums up how I feel every time I see him.

    After only three weeks, we are at Einstein's getting ready to leave.  We are in our separate cars, facing different directions, windows down.

    The air is crisp now and the leaves are all turning.  Its scarf weather and I have the heat on a little.   We really need to go but neither of us wants to leave.  

    "I think I'm in love with you," he says and I can tell he means it.  I'm scared, but I say it back, a huge grin threatening to break my face in half.   

    We date nonstop, every second we can be together.  I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for me to figure out something that ruins this whirlwind, and brings me back down to earth.

    But it never comes.  We date for two years.  Then he proposes to me on Laguna beach at sunset on Valentines Day.  

    I love everything about this man.  I truly do.  It not just something I say, when I say we are the happiest married couple I know.  We really are.  

    I know that I am the luckiest.  

    Happy eight years baby.  Love you always and forever.





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