Yes, quiet can mean a whole lotta things. A) She’s busy. B) She’s preoccupied. C) She couldn’t care less.
- A) True.
- B) True.
- C) Umm, an eensie teensie bit true.
No, no, don’t click away in a huff. The reason blogging is taking a decidedly back seat is that I AM WRITING. Yes, that kind of writing. I’m drafting away on a new work-in-progress that I’ve been researching for the past five months.
To help me stay on track, I teamed up with a group of writers I pal around with on Twitter at #wipmadness. This month, we set goals and check in daily regarding our progress. It’s called March Madness. My goal is words, words, and more words for the months ahead until I type THE END, possibly for the third or fourth time after I’ve revised it to death.
So, please be understanding if things go a bit quiet. I plan to post a “Beautiful Words” post monthly and to share some fun photos. I am also keeping up-to-day the fundraising blog, My Cancer Hat, regarding Anna’s fight against brain cancer.
But otherwise, I gotta make hay while the sun shines, as the saying goes.
Or, more accurately, I gotta write while Uncle Sam still sends me wee unemployment checks. After that, we’re facing life in the van by the river or death by soul-draining desk job.
The clock is ticking.
How do you show a reader that your pre-teen character is alone, especially when she is not alone physically? How do you show emotional strength in a precarious situation?
And, more importantly, how do you keep the reader involved because there’s something familiar about the scene? something that keeps us nodding and saying, “Yep, I could see that,” while we’re Oh-So-Glad it never happened to us?
Here is a perfect example, dear readers. Beautiful words.
Author: Beth Hoffman
Novel: Saving CeeCee Honeycutt
Setting: CeeCee is twelve. Her mother is losing touch with reality and lives only in the past and her father is absent most of the time.
Passage: While the tub was filling, I returned to her bedroom. One by one, I pried her fingers from the scrapbook, helped her out of bed, and led her into the bathroom. Why, I don’t know, but Momma refused to take off her bra and slip. I didn’t have the energy to argue, so after I gathered a wad of tissue and wiped bubbles of snot from her nose, I let her sink into the tub while I sat on the toilet lid and began reading aloud from one of my Nancy Drew books.
When Momma’s tears finally subsided, she looked at me with swollen, red-rimmed eyes. ”Is Nancy Drew a friend of yours? I don’t recall.”
Thank you, Beth!!
PS: She has a new book coming out on May 28, 2013. WOOT!! (Aren’t I super eloquent?)
Note: This blog is mine and no one pays me for it’s content. If you’d like to pay me, feel free. I like money. However, Ms. Hoffman doesn’t know me from Adam, except for the occasional “hello” on Twitter. Yes, she’s nice enough to encourage a beginner/wannabe writer like me, as if there aren’t thousands more like me out there. But that’s the sum total of our relationship. Just so we’re clear.
For updates regarding my friend, Anna, and her battle with brain cancer, please visit us at My Cancer Hat, where you will find such fun ramblings as “Calories with Friends, a Love Story,” and “Anna Speaks.” We sure appreciate all your support and loving comments.