161 Why Do You Read A Book

Picture yourself in a giant bookstore. You enter with some excitement, pause at the door, thinking what a wonderful place it is. You browse through the main aisle, tables of books on either side. Signs above each aisle tell you what genre is contained down its mountains of shelves. You find the row you are hopeful for, then your shoulders slump as you suddenly realize there are too many books to look through.

How do you find the book you want to read? If it is arranged alphabetically by author you have to feel sorry for the ones who’s names begin with W, Y or Z. They are lost somewhere down the dim aisle a gym length away. I wonder how often people even make it down to that end.

You pick a few books by the title and artwork on the cover. Now with your arm full of books you find a table to sit and look through them. Ten books are in front of you, all with cool titles and great covers. You can buy one, how do you choose it?

Do you read the dust cover flap that has a summary of the story? Do you read what the reviewers have to say? I know, you scan the table of contents! Or do you open the first page and see what it says. Does that first page hook you? Do you find yourself wanting to go deeper into it? Or are there names too strange to pronounce in locations that have no meaning to you. Maybe the author tries to summarize what he wants to say.

It doesn’t take long to put a stack of books to one side that will go back on the shelf to collect more dust.

So when I look at putting out a book the checklist that has to be met before it ever goes on the shelf are:

1. Title

2. Cover Art

3. Summary on back cover

4. The opening page

Even then with a last name of Macks, the books will be somewhere in the middle of the row, sometimes on the bottom shelf. Gives you a new respect for short people!

Writing is hard work, from the creation of the dream to the point it enters your reader’s hand.  If you were to compare books to fires, then mine has been a well kept campfire with many rows of fire stones around it. J.K. Rowling was a wild fire with a strong back wind in a dry area.

I would love to do a study on the whys of best sellers from unknown authors.  The four authors that jump to mind are, J.K. Rowling, with her Harry Potter Series; Christopher Paolini, with his Eragon Series, (he was 19 when it was published.); and Pittacus Lor, with the I AM Number Four Series. All are fairly new authors on the writing scene and all have been successful writers.

The one author who stands out to me is Pittacus Lore. He is the invisible author. His gimmick, you can’t find out anything about him, yet he has three best sellers and a movie. The author of the series is in himself a factious character.

Another unknown author is Wm Paul Young with his book The Shack. When I met the author he had sold over 5 million books and that was several years ago. The first 1 million they sold out of their garage. They even had to create their own publishing company and hire a printer, because no publisher would accept them.

I would like to hear what you look for in a book and why. What makes you pick a book up and read it.

I work with 60 people at my day job, maybe two have read my work. Most don’t even know that I have published and even when they learn, they don’t go run out and get a copy.

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160 Today

Hearing your own words

I have finished the retype of my manuscript and now I have been going back through it using TextSpeechPro. I cut and paste the chapter into the text box and then hit play and follow along on the Scrivener Screen. It is amazing how many mistakes I am still catching. Most are typo’s, but I did find a sentence that was repeated in the next paragraph. Missing letters or words like: th eend, where the space ended up in the wrong place.

Sometimes it is interesting to hear your words read back to you. A couple of times I have even been amazed at how good it sounded.

Once I finish with this step, I will print it out and have someone else read it. Maybe a fresh set of eyes will see what I have missed. The goal is to get a good story that will flow in the reader’s mind, without tripping on errors.

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159 Hearing Your Own Words

Hearing your own words

I have finished the retype of my manuscript and now I have been going back through it using TextSpeechPro. I cut and paste the chapter into the text box and then hit play and follow along on the Scrivener Screen. It is amazing how many mistakes I am still catching. Most are typo’s, but I did find a sentence that was repeated in the next paragraph. Missing letters or words like: th eend, where the space ended up in the wrong place.

Sometimes it is interesting to hear your words read back to you. A couple of times I have even been amazed at how good it sounded.

Once I finish with this step, I will print it out and have someone else read it. Maybe a fresh set of eyes will see what I have missed. The goal is to get a good story that will flow in the reader’s mind, without tripping on errors.

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158 The Strange Message

Good Morning, and for those who understand, Happy Easter. For still others, it is the end of Passover. As a writer, what you believe colors how you write. In fact, you frequently can read between the lines of a good author and learn a lot about who they are and what they believe.

Today is April 8th 2012. It is approximately 2008 years of celebrating the resurrection of Christ. That event in itself sets Christianity apart from any other belief system in the world. You have reincarnation, going on to a higher plane of existence, the end of everything and it is over, non existent, and a lot of other stuff. But Christianity is the only religion who has a founder who defeated death and came back, physically from the grave. He was seen by over 500 people during a 40 day period.

The traditional greeting today is “He is risen,” with a response of “He is risen indeed!”

We all realize how short life is. The young realize it in head knowledge only. The older, have an awareness that haunts them daily. We are born and we die and all that we do is sandwiched in the middle. We all have a hope that when this life is through, that there will be more. Okay, I know there are those who believe that when you die, you cease to exist. But if you watch their lives, they don’t live that way.

I am a poor example of a Christian. If the spotlight were to be on my life, I am afraid I would probably drive people away from this faith, rather than to it. It doesn’t change how I believe, only that someday I would have the ability to make my life and my belief come together. That is what is called living in truth.

If I am anything to the faith, it is this, that no matter how poorly one lives, there is still a God who loves me, in spite of my life. I once heard that the ground is flat at the cross. Sometimes a little down hill slope might help.

So, for those who know me, yes I am a Christian. I make no apologies for that, only apologize to my Savior for being a poor example to others. My faith and my struggles are in my writing. Maybe someone else who struggles with their faith will find hope in what I write.

Paul wrote in one of his letters, that he was the chief of sinners. If that is true, then sometimes I feel like I am at least one of the generals under him.

I wrote about conflict a few days ago. Maybe the inner conflict I live, is what I need to have to know that I still have changes in my life and that I am not dead yet.

I know that this is a strange Easter writing, but the bottom line is Christ is the only one who is acknowledged as one who rose from the dead. He is the only one who can lead others to follow him. And, he doesn’t care where he is leading you from, (only people do). And last, there is hope and we are not alone!

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157 The Mind

The human mind is a funny thing. It is so adaptable. During World War 2 men were captured and held in prison camps. The conditions were brutal. One man handled the mental torment of it by constructing a house in his mind. He laid it out board by board. He spent hours constructing the house in his head, down to the smallest detail. Once he was out, he built the house. Another man mentally played a 19-hole round of golf. When he got out his golf score had improved.

From early childhood, we create a grid in our mind that we filter everything through. Our observations are colored by that grid. A person, who was abused as a child, may see a threat in the appearance of a person, who resembles the abuser. Prejudices are passed on and become part of the grid. The way we react to almost every situation is affected by that grid.

I am writing all of this because I have learned that when I write and then go back to read what I have written, it all passes through the grid. I can type the word ‘ti’ in a sentence and see it as the word ‘it’. I can read through a paragraph and miss the missing quote mark or the name that isn’t capitalized. I can even read it aloud and mentally put the right word in, rather than the misspelled or wrong word. The one that gets me the most is ‘the person that’ rather than ‘the person who’.

I have just finished retyping my manuscript, 219 pages of it. Now I am going through chapter by chapter and hearing it. I put the text into a program called Speech Pro and then play it. It converts text to speech. I follow along in my manuscript. It is amazing how many typos’ I have found.

Hopefully when I am done with this process the manuscript will be fit to read. I have set a goal of May 1 to have it done, compiled and available on Kindle, Nook and iBook.

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156 Almost Done

I have been working for the last two and a half months rewriting my second book. I have found a lot of mistakes in the process. I also feel like I have grown as a writer by doing this. I guess you have to pay your dues.

I have learned a lot about my characters and my limitations. With the characters, I feel like I am learning more about who they are. I hope that comes out in my writing.

The limitations are the worst. I can see in my mind what I am writing about, but I can’t draw it or build it. The only way I can create it is with words. I guess that is why I didn’t become an artist.

Sometimes it is hard realizing you can’t do something. In this story, Seth finds out he can never live in his world again, but only make short visits. I have tried to show how he is upset about it and then slowly accepts the idea. It doesn’t mean he does not want live there, he just understands the situation.

I want to draw or build different things in my stories and I can’t, so I have to be satisfied with creating them in words.

If anyone reading this is a budding writer, then I suggest you find an object, any object and describe it in as much detail as you can. Use all five senses as well as emotion. How does the object make you feel? Why? Is there a connection with something from your past?

If you have sensory issues, maybe the reaction to the object will be reflected in that. For example, I don’t like the feel of mushy, slimy things, it reminds me of the way my mom cooked asparagus. The thought of the texture invokes a response inside even though it isn’t my mom’s asparagus..

I have tinnitus. Some days it is worse than others. When it is bad, certain voice make it worse. I just want to run away, before I scream. I work two people with that voice pitch. It isn’t them, it’s me. But it took me a long time to connect the dots. It can be the same with describing things, sometimes it takes a while to connect the dots.

So, if you write, have fun. If you don’t write, maybe you will be able to stop and look at an object and see it differently.

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155 Clouds

This morning when I let the dogs out, I saw the sunrise. The sky was layered with small clouds. Sun streams spread out between the clouds in golden glory, yet causing a blush on a facet of the clouds.

I wonder sometimes what it would be like to live in the clouds. Not just in the air but on the clouds themselves. I have lived high in the mountains where I could look down on valleys below, blanketed in a sea of clouds. But what would it be like to live right on the clouds. What if we were lighter than the clouds and could walk on the surface, build home out of the very vapor they are made from. What if jet streams were pathways between the clouds? There could be two kinds of clouds, temporary, like the ones we have and permanent, ones that never shrink.

One job could be as a cloud herder. They would be someone who could find the permanent clouds and bring them together to form cities in the sky.

That is what a writer does, takes simple things and opens his or hers imagination to what a story could be.

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154 Conflict

If I wrote a story where nothing happened, no one would read it. If it was day after day at the beach, listening to the waves crash, the seagulls ride the wind and cry their lonely croak, it would get boring.

Stories need conflict; something has to happen. There has to be risk and danger. So today is a calm day with the waves crashing onto the beach. But, tomorrow? The raging winds whip the froth of the angry waves. The small boat rides to the top of one wave only to plummet down the other side and face the mountainous one before it. She had a bad feeling as she boarded the fishing boat that morning. Now her stomach is churning, ready to spew as the boat falls once again. Will they survive? Will the waves break up the small boat and send everyone on board to a watery grave?

That is conflict. Life is the same way. If everyday was pleasant and easy going, life would get boring. We were born to experience conflict. It is the conflict that strengthens us, puts steel in our spine.

There are little trees that grow on the cliffs of many coasts. They are stunted, twisted and gnarled. They exist in some of the harshest environments. Their roots have worked their way into cracks of the rock and their branches have endured the harshest storms. They are the bonsai trees of nature.

There was an experiment where they created bio-domes that were completely self-contained. They failed for lack of wind. The trees grew to a certain hight and then fell over, because their roots were weak. If the designers had put in wind, (conflict) the roots would have been stronger. We need conflict. We hate conflict, but we need it to survive.

A story without conflict is a book that collects dust.

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153 The Four Winds

VoiceOfTheFourWinds

Today I thought I would introduce you to the beginning short story about an old Indian Elder advising his son of the path to choose in life. This is only the beginning of his talks with his son.

As you go into the world you must know the winds. In this world there are four winds, North, South, East and West.

The wind that lures you with its song is the wind you will follow. So my son, before you leave us and go into the world, let me introduce you to the four winds.

First is Zu, the wind of the North. He calls to those who want to be alone in the world. Those who seek a quiet life and a life of the northern lights, a place where the sun and moon only dance together two seasons a year.

The second is Sooshe, the wind of the South. She calls those who want a slower, gentler way of life. If you follow her voice you, will live, focused more on the family and families around you.

The third is Ruko, the wind of the East. Ruko is a hurried wind, blowing into every crack and cranny. Those who follow Ruko, see life in a hurry and live in large groups, but isolate themselves in the groups, living alone in a crowd. For the path of Ruko is things and the gathering of things.

The fourth my son, is Kzat the wind of the West. . Kzat calls to those who wander and explore, to those who have to see new things that the Great Spirit has made. Those who follow him regret little in life. They are rooted in the wind and fly with him to place not seen before. Most of my son’s have followed the call of Kzat.

The eagle tells me of their wandering and Kzat calls me in my dreams to join them, but for me, I chose long ago to follow Sooshe. To gather my family and love them.

Introduction to the four winds, by the Elder.

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152 Writing Conditions.

The advantage of being a writer is that you can go anywhere at any time of the day or night to write. I have written in restaurants, coffee shops, at airports and on planes, in hotel lobbies, at a poolside table, in a library, on the patio, in the living room, kitchen and even the bathroom (we won’t go there). I have written anywhere from 3:00 am to Midnight. I have written when alone and also when surrounded by people.

None of that has to do with the writing condition. The writing condition is a state of mind that can be at times very delicate. Here is an example. I get up early and go to one of my favorite coffee shops. I am ready to write, ideas are churning in my mind. I get there and discover that someone is sitting at my table. The churning stops and any ideas go down the drain.  I have to sit at a different table that doesn’t feel right. It’s just in the wrong location in the room. Most of the time when this happens I just give up right then and there, get my coffee and go to work. That’s the end of writing for the morning.

I know it sounds dumb, but that is what happens. I have since read about other authors and find I am not alone with this strange quirk. When I’m frazzled I can’t creatively write. But then there are times, even when a lot is going on around me, that I just zone out and focus on the screen and, then nothing seems to not exist but writing.

I find that being at peace with myself also can be an issue. I have a lot  of times where I am not at peace. It mostly happens from mind games I play with myself. I know few people my age who don’t have a load of baggage from the past that they carry. Then there are the old tapes that play in my mind. Expectations of failure, not being ‘good’ enough and having to live up to other peoples expectations, are all things that add to the baggage. I know I have stated in previous blogs, that I keep trying to do things to get my father’s approval. My dad died in 1989. (It has also been mentioned that I don’t write much about my mother. I guess there are still things I am working through with her. She passed away almost 2 years ago.)

The difference between the published writer and the person who doesn’t complete a writing project, is action. One author describes it as courage. She also defines courage as putting one foot in front of the other and then doing it again and again and again. It is the single steps that lead to the end of the journey.

I hope that when the journey is over, I can look back and in spite of all the failures, I walked with courage.

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