Kayden’s first time experiencing rain (x)
Best thing ever
Started working on a new story tonight, and after struggling through a few false starts I decided to write the pitch first. It forces you to encapsulate the main conflict in two or three sentences. For my myopic friends out there, it’s like looking through that contraption with all the lenses at the ophthalmologist’s office. All of a sudden everything comes into such clear focus.
It’s necessary for me these days to streamline my life as much as possible. Having a baby on the verge of walking leaves little time for the luxury of writing, or perhaps more importantly, reading. It’s such a vital pursuit for anyone who aspires to write. I have to ease back into this life gradually, like inching into a cold swimming pool. One book this month is my goal, read in stolen minutes between nursing sessions and nap time. That, along with my hour of writing time after baby goes to sleep, is as good as it’s going to get for me. It will have to be enough for now.
TBR BOOK JAR!! :D
Recently my TBR pile has been growing (especially with my recent hauls) and I figured this would be the perfect way to get started on some those titles.
I’ve put books in the jar that I own and have yet to read as well as books that I want to read but have yet to purchase. Hopefully this will help me get around to some of the trilogies and classics that I have been neglecting :)
Plus it takes away the tough decisions involved in choosing a book when there are so many choices :)
We’re seriously considering this option for dealing with our post-holiday out-of-control TBR shelves…
Where has this idea been for all of our reading lives? So smart!
Great idea for all those “to reads” on my shelf…
They are all okay, and all those things could exist in the same woman. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. [x]
In books, men so often can be whatever they want, but female characters must be likable. It needs to change. This is a great reminder. I haven’t seen New Girl, but maybe I should…
He is a builder with bricks of moonlight.
He knows the secret places of the earth.
He washes the sleep from the eyes of the souls.
He lets them look on beauty.
He lets them tell him they hate him.
In the mornings, I gather berries and apples.
I scrub his back with rind.
I weave spider-spit, eyelash.
He talks in his sleep: pudding, fire, discus,
the things he misses.
He breathes, Your body is my orchard.
I am undulating grass.
I am a field of wheat he parts with his fingers.
Poppies bloom in my veins.
When he kisses me, he tastes pomegranate.
The night crawls nearer.
The moans of the dead roll and swell.
Mother, we are well."
— Tara Mae Mulroy, “Persephone Writes to Her Mother” (via fleurishes)
Awesome talk from the TED Radio hour on storytelling. Distilled advice: make your reader care.
— Melville, Moby-Dick
Advice I should take…
There’s been a lot of talk about the appropriateness of The Hunger Games for its target audience. When I was a teenager, I was an activist. At fifteen I was at a show (Against All Authority, I think–it was the mid-nineties and I was really into pop-punk and ska), and there was an info desk set up about the Cassini space probe. It was a rocket being launched from Cape Canaveral to send pictures back of our solar system and beyond. Apparently it was carrying fifty-two pounds of plutonium on board, and if it crashed, it would decimate central Florida.
For a kid who watched the Challenger explode, the threat of this was very real.
I drew up a petition and got something like five hundred signatures from the kids at school. Then I took it to my mom’s office and faxed it to the White House, with a letter along the lines of, “Dear President Clinton, please don’t let this launch happen, because the nuclear fallout would be devastating if this thing crashed.”
I don’t even think I got a form response.
The point of that ramble is that at fifteen, I knew the stakes, and was willing to fight to change things. So are kids today. War, poverty, hunger have always existed. Part of how to foster a desire to change those things is by reading books like The Hunger Games, that depict the horrors that autocracy and war and xenophobia and apathy can create. Not to mention the endless cycle of violence that retaliation can trigger (a point well-defined by Steven Spielberg’s film Munich). And the fact that it does it through the eyes of a strong, yet flawed, female protagonist? Even better.
We need more literature and art that inspires changes and doesn’t shrink from depicting what human beings can do to one another. Look out the window. Turn on CNN. It’s happening every day, all around us. We, as adults, can be just as bad as the Capitol, either turning blindly away, or participating in the voyeurism ourselves.
Happy Hunger Games.
Photo Credit: This interesting article from The New Yorker (be warned–it has spoilers through Mockingjay)