Tuesday, July 27, 2010

"I wish they all could be California girls"*

I'll be an honorary California girl this weekend when I head off to the SCBWI 39th Annual Summer Conference in L.A. In case you forgot, I attended this conference a few years ago (yup, that's four links to conference posts...it was that full of inspirational information).

I've been busy reading books written by the faculty and doing 'homework' for my intensive session with Senior Editor at Delacorte Press Krista Marino. (I was avoiding watching 17 Again, but it really wasn't bad.) I'm looking forward to adding to my collection of signed books and maybe even getting some signed books for other people.



Here's my current collection of signed books. Aren't they pretty? I may have to take over a second bookshelf after this weekend! Here's a few more pretty pictures to keep you busy while I'm gone.

My pretty (and delicious) cannoli cake from Emerald's Bakery.



These were taken last summer at the Bridge of Flowers (luckily, the actual bridge isn't made of flowers because that would be a pretty crappy bridge) in Shelburne Falls, Massachussetts.



And this one is from June of last year from just after a tornado watch expired.

*Beach Boys

Monday, July 19, 2010

"Adjectives on the typewriter"*

In addition to all the shows that offer up (often crazy) fame-seekers their 15 minutes, it seems there's a reality TV show for just about every aspiring professional: singers, dancers (I'm a big fan of SYTYCD), artists, chefs (I'm also a fan of Top Chef), models...just about everything. But I have yet to come across a reality show for writers.

Let's imagine a show where aspiring writers live together, write together, and compete against each other all with the hopes of winning the grand prize of a six-figure publishing contract. We'll call it "Kill Your Darlings."

Here's what might happen in the first five episodes:

Episode One--Our writers are shown to their compound, which is somewhere in the middle of a remote wood in a large camplike building with cots and no indoor bathrooms or running water, and only one electrical plug. A shouting match ensues over who gets to be first to charge his/her laptop. The kindergarten-teacher-by-day/picture-book-writer-by-night character convinces everyone to draw sticks for the plug. The day ends with the lead instigator of the shouting match, who is an egomaniacal writer with one (indulgent) self-published book to his name, in the outhouse saying, "You don't mess with me like that. Everyone just better watch their backs when I'm around the plug."

Episode Two--The obnoxiously beautiful (and probably British) female host blasts an air horn to wake the writers. The first challenge is a 20-minute writing session. The goal is to write as many words as possible of your story. The person with the lowest word count will be eliminated. A woman with an annoyingly high voice throws a fit when her laptop battery dies at the 15-minute mark, and even the pretentious guy who writes only on his old mechanical typewriter beats her word count. The host makes a stabbing gesture with her hand and tells the loser, "I'm sorry, you have been killed."

Episode Three--The host announces that today's challenge is to write a personal essay answering the question "Why did I become a writer?" The two hours the contestants have to compose is spliced into a montage with the writers sobbing/writing in inspirational corners of nature and a backdrop of sappy voice overs describing the tragedies that led them to the writing life. The winning essay details how the writer had overcome being raised in an orphanage, a near-death experience in a plane crash, a scare with cancer, and taking care of her sick husband. Three of the five judges were reduced to tears during the judging ceremony.

Episode Four--A side story of a budding relationship between two of the contestants (one of whom is married) is thread into the narrative. Meanwhile, the contestants take part in an intensive writing session in which they are all locked into one small room. There is a lot of hair ruffling, frustrated grunting, nail biting, frantic typing, and self-berating done by all the writers. One contestant spends nearly the entire time staring out the one small window, lost in thought, but still manages to avoid being "killed" because the judges deem the haiku he wrote as "inspired."

Episode Five--The budding relationship has turned into a full-on showmance with the married writer declaring in her outhouse interview that she is leaving her husband for her new reality-TV soul mate. The contestants are given each other's writing to review and the show turns into a free-for-all of unnecessarily mean criticism by the critiquers followed illogical justification of their writing choices by the critiquees. Sadly, one of the showmancers is "killed" from the competition.

Well, clearly I could just keep going on and on and on with this. Honestly, it would probably make for better television than 90% of what's currently on.

*Cake

Saturday, July 10, 2010

"Yes we're going to a party party"*

The party-goers have been at it once again! They were at my house celebrating a certain occasion (I'll never tell what, but there are some not-so-subtle clues in this post and the actual date of the cause of celebration is July 12th) when they decided to have some fun with the magnetic poetry kit.

Here's what the fearless poets came up with this time:
  • manipulate explore and burn (possible instructions for covering up crime?...maybe my brain went there because The Godfather is on)
  • puppet confess rhythm howl work too girl pour a s (my little nephew, who turned four earlier this month, came up with this one...it has a certain rhythm to it all right)
  • silent voice time (we could all use a little of this)
  • prostitute s love to create pleasure for naked obedient expose d chicken monkey s (it wouldn't be magnetic poetry without the good ol' prostitute and her crazy exploits with the exposed chicken monkey)
  • investigate who vacuum es up beauty (grammar issues aside--it seems all the S's were already being used--i suspect this somehow involves the crimes committed by the first poet)
  • suck sex (c'mon, you know what comes next...say it with me, "That's what she said!")
  • why dance funny like the strange spider with the precious old pickle (why, indeed)
  • imagine every dream be ing sweet (my personal favorite, probably because my dreams tend to be anything but sweet)
Thanks to all who participated in writing this wonderful poetry. I always enjoy sharing your creative creations.

*The Beatles