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Zestful Blog Post #300<o:p></o:p></div>
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Before I get into this post, I want you to know I’ll be teaching
online this coming Saturday, January 26, in the <a href="https://www.writersonlineworkshops.com/courses/2018-writers-digest-university-virtual-writing-conference-for-novelists" target="_blank">Writer's Digest Virtual Conference for Novelists</a>. Mine is
the kickoff slot, at 1 p.m. My one-hour presentation will be “Supercharge Your
Plot.” This is the earliest notice I can give, which I know isn’t much. But we’ll
have a good time, so consider joining me and the other fine presenters. I might
also note that Royal Caribbean canceled the sail date of the mystery-writing /
forensics cruise I was so excited about, due to mechanical issues with the ship
and drydock conflicts. But we’re hoping to reschedule that trip, again in partnership
with Royal Caribbean and GoTravel.<o:p></o:p></div>
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On to today’s business.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve been blogging weekly for almost six years now, ever
since <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">You’ve Got a Book in You</i>
launched. And I’ve been thinking of taking a break, or ending the blog
permanently. One’s life has seasons. I feel the need to spend more time
creating other stuff, doing different things. And as I watched post #300
approach, I thought such a nice round number would be a good place to conclude,
or at least pause, this blog. Zestful Writing has led to a lot of cool
interactions, both in the comments section and via email, and I’ll miss that. Writing
a weekly essay also makes you come up with ideas, think through your points and
support them, and write as clearly and concisely as you can. That’s been
valuable.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But thinking up a weekly post, writing it, making a
photograph or sketch (or finding a free image on line), cropping and editing that
image, uploading the whole thing and responding to comments—all that takes up
my writing time and energy for a day per week. That’s a pretty big commitment.
I intend to make a book from the best of these posts, after I get through some
more projects.</div>
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Which, yeah. Having given a lot of consideration to the
questions I posed in last week’s post <a href="http://esimsauthor.blogspot.com/2019/01/a-pretty-good-use.html">(Zestful
Blog Post 299)</a>, I know I need to write more books at a brisker pace. Need
to explore my fictional worlds further, and invent new ones. I want to write
more nonfiction, including more good stuff for writers, and I want to teach
more workshops, both in person and online. I need to simplify things where I
can. As I’ve noted here before, one’s time is a zero-sum game, and our days on
this earth are finite. If you know what your mission is, it’s a sin not to
serve that mission. I intend to put out my newschats a bit more frequently, so
if you’d like to keep up with me and all forthcoming work, please be sure you’re
on that list, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">which is a different list
from this blog.</b> Sign up <a href="https://elizabethsims.us7.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=6034aa37725e17ef079e5fea6&amp;id=66c70aea20">HERE.</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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I guess one should never say never, so who knows but what I might
start this blog up again someday. But for now, farewell. Do stay tuned via the
newschat, because I want to keep in touch with you. After all, you’re why I’m
here.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Love,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Elizabeth<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #299<o:p></o:p></div>
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This post is dedicated to Katy Deutermann, who last Saturday
passed from this life to the next after a sudden fierce illness. She was an
avid reader of this blog and a fan of my books. And along with her husband
Steve, she was a special and much-admired friend. Hi, Steve. (Who remains a special
and much-admired friend.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Most of us have lost comrades/acquaintances at a young age.
A few of our schoolmates, perhaps, didn’t live to see their 20<sup>th</sup>
birthday. Grandma and Grandpa go, then our parents. Along the way, you lose a friend
or two before their time. God forbid you ever lose a child. Then the losses
accelerate. And you realize, well, at some point I’m gonna be next.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The seasons of life—and of work—come and go. Nobody gets it
perfect. And that’s as beautiful as perfection itself. What’s a pretty good use
of today?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #298</div>
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[This week’s blog is a meaty excerpt from my article in the
current Writer’s Digest magazine, February, 2019.]<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn’t know it, but I was mentally ill until about age 16.
Anybody queer was considered mentally ill until 1973, when the American
Psychiatric Association removed the diagnosis of homosexuality as a disorder
(though ‘sexual orientation disturbance’ endured in the DSM until 1987). Like
millions of LGBT children and adults, I knew I was different, and not in a
socially acceptable way. We didn’t even know there <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">were</i> millions of us. We thought maybe we were the only one.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Back then, a person who wanted or needed to explore the
queer lifestyle had to be extremely circumspect in their hunt for information
and validation. The words queer, fag, homo, and lezzie were dreaded slurs, used
by even young children who didn’t know what the words meant.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The word “queer,” however, has emerged as an acceptable term
for any kind of alternative sexuality or sexual orientation. LGBT, which stands
for lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender, is the clunky yet useful
initialism that surfaced in the 1990s. The addition of Q, meaning queer,
includes pretty much any sexual/gender variation, including intersexual,
asexual, cross-dressing. Not everybody agrees to these shorthand helpers, but
in the interest of simplicity, I’m using queer here as an all-inclusive term.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Porn shops, peep shows, and underground bars, of course,
were early refuges and—sad to say—cultural centers for queers. But if you were
young, you were kept out, and if you were of age, you risked exposure, with
whatever consequences, from arrest for ‘perversion,’ to expulsion from school
or work, to ostracism by family, friends, peers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Enter literature. You figured maybe there were books that
captured the experience, right? So, alone, you hunted through library card
catalogues and the stacks, looking for something—anything—to read. If you
didn’t feel safe bringing a book to the librarian to stamp and check out for
you, you stood in the stacks and read it there, shifting from foot to foot,
ready to jam the book back into the shelf if anybody came by. Whatever books,
that is, you could find.<o:p></o:p></div>
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What is queer literature? Basically, anything in which the
main character or characters are queer, and where a queer lifestyle is
featured, where queer concerns are addressed. Coming-out stories were, and
remain, popular.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Why is queer lit even a thing? Because people are tribal;
readers are tribal. We like to read about characters who reflect us because
it’s a way we can learn how to deal with life and its challenges. Queer readers
had been mentally editing / head-editing the novels they read for years,
changing one character or another’s sex in their minds. Highly unsatisfying—and
totally beside the point of queer existence.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The roots of modern queer literary themes can be found in
classical mythology. Some of the gods enjoyed emotionally close relationships
with male pals, for whom they would kill or commit vengeful mayhem. Apollo,
especially, was quite close with Carnus, Hyacinth, and Cyparissus. Herakles (or
Hercules) cared deeply for Aberdus, Hylas, and especially Iolaus, who helped Hercules
prevail against the multi-headed Hydra.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Moving forward in time we find the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Satyricon</i> (1<sup>st</sup> century A.D.), a fictitious work by the
Roman courtier Gaius Petronius, and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The
Tale of Genji</i> (11<sup>th</sup> century) by Murasaki Shikibu. These works
included frank depictions of male/male relationships, after which queer themes
more or less went underground—that is, they were disguised or hidden in story
elements, for centuries. An example can be found in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dracula</i> (1897) by Bram Stoker, when Count Dracula seizes Jonathan
Harker with the cry, “This man belongs to me!” In the seafaring novel <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Billy Budd</i>, begun in the late 1800s by
Herman Melville and first published in 1924, there’s a possible homosexual
triangle involving Billy, Claggart, and Captain Vere.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Queers hunting for a literary hero might have come across
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900). You found a career of literary talent and
accomplishment, but then you looked into his life, and wow. “Gross indecency,”
they called it. Prison time, they gave him. He died penniless.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Women interested in exploring same-sex relationships had to
look harder, and there wasn’t much to find. You had the fragmentary poetry of
Sappho (c. 630-570 B.C.). Maybe you came across Radclyffe Hall’s
depressingly-titled <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Well of
Loneliness</i> (1928), wherein the main character, Stephen Gordon (a woman), is
arguably suicidal by the end, though she doesn’t quite get around to it
onscreen, as it were.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then maybe you read about Gertrude Stein and Alice B.
Toklas, guardians of the Paris avant-garde in the Jazz Age. Well, what was that
relationship about? Hm. Super hard to tell. Then you read Ernest Hemingway’s <i>A Moveable Feast</i> and you came across a
little passage of dialogue that appears to record an overheard quarrel between
two lady perverts. Great. Just great.</div>
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Sadly, due to cultural standards and expectations—we were
all mentally ill, remember?—the queer characters had to die, or more ideally,
kill themselves out of shame. Lovely.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A few examples out of hundreds:<o:p></o:p></div>
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Carmilla (1871-72), the title character in Joseph Sheridan
Le Fanu’s serially-published novel;<o:p></o:p></div>
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Martha Dobie in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The
Children’s Hour</i> (1934), play by Lillian Hellmann;<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sebastian Venable in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Suddenly
Last Summer</i> (1958), play by Tennessee Williams (among other Williams
characters who get killed off or at least humiliated for being different);<o:p></o:p></div>
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Brig Anderson in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Advise
and Consent</i> (1959), novel by Allen Drury.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In mid-century American queer literature, Tennessee Williams
keeps cropping up, especially with his play <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Cat
on a Hot Tin Roof</i> (1955). The gorgeous character Brick doesn’t love his
wife, the equally gorgeous Maggie—why not? There was this guy, this football
teammate of Brick’s named Skipper. Brick and Skipper. Something there. But
what, exactly? Maybe even they didn’t know. Skipper killed himself. OK, yeah. Read
between the lines, friend.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Many good writers wrote closeted—about sexually ambiguous
characters, with some between-the-lines stuff in there. Truman Capote and his <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Other Voices, Other Rooms</i> (1948) might
be an example. Patricia Highsmith edged into queer themes with her series of
five books (1955-1991) featuring the character Tom Ripley, who appears to at
least be bisexual, if not homosexual. She wrote a frankly queer-themed novel, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Price of Salt</i> (1952) early in her
career, but under the pseudonym Claire Morgan.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Contemporary queer lit is inextricably tied to the gay pride
movement that ignited with the Stonewall uprising in New York City in 1969,
named after the bar where members of the queer community rebelled against the
police, who routinely raided such places and racked up arrests on ‘indecency’
charges and other crimes. Stonewall was a watershed moment that led to the LGBT
rights movement.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Rights were fought for, rights were gradually won, and
queers could come out a little more. There we were, blinking in the sunlight.
More visibility meant more opportunity to get queer literature out there.</div>
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[End of excerpt. For the full article, which discusses the
emergence of modern queer works as well as the current scene, hustle out to
your local newsstand or go to www.writersdigest.com.]<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #297<o:p></o:p></div>
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[I constructed the following story from usages and spellings
I found while browsing on Reddit. If you’re not familiar with Reddit, it is the
current most interesting social media platform, and happens to be populated
largely by guys in their teens and 20s.]<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was watching the playoffs when an ad came on for some new
car. The main person in the ad was a famous movie star who has turned into
nothing but a corporate shrill. You know who I’m talking about: stalky build,
wearing a sole patch, which are so last week, right? His last picture was a
real dousey, take my word for it. I do recall when it came out, I made a B-line
for the theater because I use to think he was cool. Before I got there, though,
I stopped at an ATM machine to get money to buy a ticket, but I forgot my PIN
number. After racking my brain for like 10 minutes, I remembered it. Later, I
wrote my PIN number on my ATM card as a preventative measure against forgetting
it again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Let me just tell you about that movie, which starts with a
grizzly crime where some guy stabs a college sorodity girl because she wouldn’t
go out with him. It all seemed realistic, so I figured the movie wouldn’t be to
bad. It seems the killer’s mom tried to reign him in, but she was a baffoon, and
just couldn’t control him. She must have weighed 100 pounds soak and wet. Plus
she didn’t understand her son very well and what he was up against in this fast
pace, doggy-dog world we live in. The murderer keeps leaching off his mom,
borrowing money to buy drugs, even while the cops are figuring out who did it.
There’s another friend who tries to ween him off the drugs with no success.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The hero cop starts to hone in on where this guy lives,
which is a coldasack at the end of a long street of nice houses. They intercept
a message that the murderer sends to the government, trying to black male them into
paying money to stop a bomb or something. This doosh thinks he’s going to pick
up a fortune from the government to keep him from blowing up a kindergarden. Then
there was something about too much partizenship in the government, but I
somewhat lost track. I almost walked out of the show at this point, but I
wanted to be polight to the ticket-taker whose this really pretty girl who was
in my art class and who told me she highly reckon mended it. I use to be scared
of talking to her, but now that I’m more mature, it was EZ-PZ. By the way, have
I ever mentioned I’m a conasuer of movie-theater popcorn? Even though I’m lack
toast and tolerant, I can eat movie popcorn because there’s not real butter on
it, but it tastes like it. Another words, sometimes fake can be good.</div>
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OK, so somehow the cop figures out that the killer and his
squad car partner are one in the same. A bunch of other stuff happens in a
world wind of action, with the proverbeal apoclyeptic shoot out. Plus the
killer cops’ mom commits sewer-side because she’s so sad and blames herself.
That’s as much as I can remember.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I told the pretty ticket-taker Noah fence, but I don’t agree
with your feelings about the movie. She was cool about it. Maybe we should get
married. I’m a pretty funny guy. Wouldn’t it be hirlaous if I asked her and she
said yes?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #296</div>
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One day when I was a little kid, I was feeding my budding
morbid fascination by looking at pictures in LIFE magazine of a terrible accident
involving the Flying Wallendas. They were a circus high-wire act, their
breathtaking finale being a seven-person pyramid on the wire, with no safety
net. During a performance in Detroit, my hometown, one of the performers lost
his balance and the pyramid collapsed, killing two and paralyzing another. My
mother, passing by, remarked, “You know, you’re related to them.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was dumbfounded, but no more information was forthcoming.
Eventually I learned a little more about the alleged connection, on my father’s
side of the family. Which helps explain how easily he would jump up and grab
the clothes pole in the backyard and flip himself over it, then sling himself
down with complete gracefulness: had to be genetic, right? Many times I’ve
thought about the Wallendas, especially in recent years when seventh-generation
Nik Wallenda made huge, net-free crossings of places like Niagara Falls and the
Grand Canyon.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I think about doing things that are risky, and about
writing, and about working without a net. When you don’t have a net, you have
to pay better attention. If you fall, you can take others down with you. This
could promote fear and over-caution if we let it.</div>
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Because to be honest, comfort zones have value. Without
some level of comfort, you won’t consider taking a risk at all. It’s just that
if we build up too much safety, too much comfort, the comfort zone can become a
cocoon that becomes a coffin. Much of the nets we build are illusions anyway.
As you can see, I haven’t fully figured this stuff out.</div>
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Specific ways to work without a net:<o:p></o:p></div>
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- Writing outside your genre / trying something totally new.<o:p></o:p></div>
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- Writing about family members or close friends.<o:p></o:p></div>
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- Writing outside your sex / race / socio-economic level.<o:p></o:p></div>
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- Making your writing public: There’s no net, nowhere to
hide when anybody can post a review of your work.<o:p></o:p></div>
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What are the rewards? Working without a net can be
salubrious to one’s heart and guts. Nets take away the danger, and the point
is, danger is part of the art. This is a huge thing that many artists spend
their lives trying to deny. Then there’s the fact that a net can hurt you too:
The Wallendas worked without one because if you fall, you can bounce off the
net and fatally hit your head on the nearby concrete. (As one Wallenda did,
before the Detroit disaster.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Self-publishing is a lot like walking the wire without a
net. If you quit your publisher, or your publisher quits you, do you run back
to the platform, or do you keep walking the wire on your own? Will anybody
respond to this writing?<o:p></o:p></div>
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When Nik Wallenda was on the wire above the Grand Canyon,
the wind shifted, and he was buffeted. The wind is like the zeitgeist. It can
shift, and it probably will shift, and we will be buffeted. We shrug and go on.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Is the bottom line really that there are no nets? There is
no such thing as complete security, much as we might wish for it. The key to writing
well (and of course the key to life) is to embrace the risk, let it all hang
out, and accept the outcome wholeheartedly. Only by accepting risk (while not
being reckless), can truly extraordinary art come out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #295</div>
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One day a few months ago, a pair of swans (pictured below) appeared
in the pond across from our upstairs window. We were like, WTF? That is so
cool! We began watching the huge gorgeous birds avidly as we got ready for our
day. Marcia, particularly, was enchanted, and set out to know how the swans got
there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After some sleuthing, she learned that our neighbors across
the way (strangers to us) decided they wanted swans. Their house backs up to
the pond, which is the property of a golf course. Our houses border the course.
The neighbors checked with the golf course management and the local vigilante—er,
homeowner—associations, who all said, hey sure, swans would be cool! So they
ordered their swans from whatever swan ranch, set up a care plan for them, and
are looking after them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The swans glide around and nibble the vegetation and small
critters like worms and mollusks in the pond, which has a couple of islets in
the middle. The neighbors set up a little swan shelter, which looks like an
upside-down playpen, on shore for when they want shade. Early every morning, one
of the neighbors brings out a red bucket and puts out some swan chow
(presumably to ensure adequate nutrition in addition to what might be available
from the pond). The swans come up and have breakfast, then they go back to the
pond and its various social activities. Ducks, herons, grebes, ospreys, and other
species enjoy the habitat too. Side note: reportedly, swans will chase off
troublesome geese that like to hog all the food in a small pond.<o:p></o:p></div>
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[Merry
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and
the swans.]<o:p></o:p></div>
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We enjoy the show in the mornings. And we have learned that
if you have the proper space and about $2,500 and you want a pair of White Mute
Swans, well by God, you can have them. The deeper truth is hey, what would make
you happy? Admittedly, not everyone is equipped to afford and care for a pair
of swans. But is there something that would bring you joy, for the hell of it? Have
you gotten into the habit of thinking it’s just not within reach, or even practical?
Perhaps now is the time to challenge that thought. Perhaps it’s time to order
your swans.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Exploitation Works<o:p></o:p></div>
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Exploitation is a thing, and it can be used. I wrote about this a few years ago, but want to give you some more specifics here. There are
successful authors who appeal to the deepest-held beliefs / prejudices /
yearnings of their audiences, once they’ve found them. Exploitation feeds on and
encourages the time-honored us-versus-them dynamic. That’s not a comfortable
dynamic for everyone all the time, but it resonates somewhere in every human
heart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A simple example might be a young adult book wherein a
brave, outrageous cadre of students overthrows the mean old teachers, showing
them they’re not so smart. The teachers learn from the students! Something that
doesn’t often follow is the answer to the question: Now will the new rulers be
kindly overlords? George Orwell’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Animal
Farm</i> explored this question, and as we might remember, things don’t look so
great at the end of the story, which is a new beginning for the animals on the
farm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Exploitative stories often rely on stereotypes, which
themselves represent a fascinating subtopic. To whom does the stereotypical mean
Republican appeal? A hardcore Democrat might say, “That’s no stereotype! That’s
simply reality!” To whom does the strong-but-dumb boyfriend stereotype appeal?
How about the lazy immigrant? The suffering artist? The kind-hearted criminal?
The trigger-happy cop? The angry-yet-somehow-perfect-in-every-way revolutionary?<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s not by accident that more male readers enjoy (and buy) thrillers
with strong, brave protagonists who win in the end. Not by accident that more
women like romances where the plucky protagonist gets the handsome swashbuckler
in the end. With a big, perfect wedding.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Novelists, filmmakers, religious leaders, and
politicians have learned exploitation works. It’s button-pushing, and for what
it is, it can be effective. There is, of course, the danger of exploitation
backfiring on you, making you seem like a vindictive, unimaginative boob.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But seriously, look closely at the novels you read and
see if you can figure out where the exploitation is. Not all of it is
heavy-handed; you can find subtle examples all over the place, and you can
learn from them. Key into your emotions as you read: Why does some character or
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Our challenge as authors is to reject cheap, obvious exploitation,
but embrace the good kind! Don’t be afraid to be conscious of what you’re
doing; don’t be afraid to calculate. We want to dive deep to engage—and,
really, control—our readers’ emotions. The best way to do this is get to know
your characters really well. Respect them, and look for their complexity and
depth. Then think deeply about your ideal reader.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Is your ideal reader a 40-year-old divorced airline pilot?
Well, you can certainly create a main character who happens to be a 40-year-old
divorced airline pilot. Wouldn’t just about any guy or gal like that want to be
a hero in the air? Yes! It’s easy. You don’t have to make your pilot bring down
the plane safely while killing all the bad guys with a ballpoint pen, but you
might make your pilot do something hard and satisfying, like navigate around a
mountain in the fog without instruments. (Can pilots do that? I don’t know, but
you’ll research it.) And hey, your ideal reader might have a secret desire to
do something really bad—like enter the underworld of drug smuggling. Well, your
character can do that, and you will make sure they’re supremely successful at
it! You can dream up all kinds of good ideas from this perspective.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Play matchmaker between your readers and your characters! Be
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A few weeks ago Marcia and I went to the local medieval fair
and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. We stopped to watch one of the games, where
you slam a steel pad with a sledgehammer to make a heavy slug ride up a
vertical rail. The harder you hit it, the higher the slug flies, the chief goal
being to make the slug strike the bell at the top, producing a ringing sound
that attracts the attention of all nearby, who gaze admiringly at absolute
strength personified. You buy five tries for a dollar or a shilling or a peck
of meal or whatever. A young teenager was trying. He really wanted to hit that
bell, but kept falling short. The bearded, leather-jerkin-wearing man running
the game advised him, “Squat as you bring the hammer down.” He did so. Magic. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ding!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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It was just like splitting firewood when we lived in the forest.
After experimenting with various methods, I found that iron wedges and a small
sledge worked best and safest for me. (Just a hatchet for splitting kindling.) You
set the round you want to split on end, on your splitting stump, and you find a
crack near the edge and tap in your wedge. And if you do it enough, you learn that
setting your legs apart, then swinging the sledge over your head and straight
behind your back, then bringing it down on the wedge with a fluid squatting
move, results in the most force. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Crack!</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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We moved along and watched the axe-throwing game. Some axes
bounced off the plank targets downrange, and some stuck with a satisfying <i>thunk</i>. I asked a young woman who had
just stuck two axes in a row what the trick was. “Step into the throw,” she
said, then turned away, rared back, and stepped into another throw. <i>Thunk</i>.</div>
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For the games and wood-splitting, the secret of success was
to fully commit. Put your whole self into it. Leave the familiar world behind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We remember learning to ride a two-wheeler, where you had to
relinquish a certain amount of control in order to get the thing going. It was
hard to make the commitment to take both feet off the ground and pump those
pedals, but the concrete sidewalk was a good motivator, wasn’t it? Being
tentative was lethal. Once you were under way, you gained a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">different</i> kind of control, and you were
zooming along in a completely new environment, separated from ordinary gravity
by the unfamiliar miracle of gyroscopic force. And every time you got on your
bike from then on, you learned to minimize the length of time you were liable
to fall over. You learned to get those pedals going smartly, just as soon as
you push off. You learned to commit, and put your whole self into it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Aren’t so many more things like that: Ziplining. Striking a
match. Getting on the school bus. Releasing an arrow. Saying, “I do.” Writing a
story.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #292<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m always suspicious of anyone who claims to “like people.”
Because, my gosh, what a motley assortment we are.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As writers have been told a thousand times, the best fiction
is character-driven. We know that, and we prove it to ourselves over and over.
Which do you remember better, the sequence of events surrounding the stolen
gold in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Adventures of Huckleberry
Finn</i>, or the feeling Huck and Jim had for each other? (If you’re sitting
there thinking, “What stolen gold?”, then I rest my case and can knock off
early for a beverage and a snack.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Katherine Anne Porter said, “The only thing I know about
people is exactly what I have learned from the people right next to me.” She
knew that to write about people, we have to pay attention to them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But dammit, we don’t have to <i>like</i> people. Liking has nothing to do with it. All we need
to be is <i>fascinated</i> by people. <i>Awed</i> by people. <i>Horrified</i> by people. <i>Inspired</i>
by people. And not just so we can portray them convincingly. Because through
people, other people, and through creating and writing about characters, we
find out things about ourselves. We explore and nourish ourselves. And we have
the best chance of producing good writing. Now go out and steal some gold.</div>
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Warmest wishes to you and yours for a very happy
Thanksgiving. Beyond health, family, friends, this imperfect gorgeous country, and
Marcia, I’m thankful for:<o:p></o:p></div>
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Design who take my class seriously<o:p></o:p></div>
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best they damn can<o:p></o:p></div>
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me feel more warmly toward dogs<o:p></o:p></div>
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like my work, which can turn a bad day right around<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #290<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn’t
ask permission to share this stuff here, and I don’t have exact quotations, and
I can’t in every case remember who quite said what. But most of these items are
from writers I’ve encountered at events at Ringling College of Art and Design,
as well as conferences and meetings in the last six months or so. Some are from
me, and some you’ve no doubt heard from others before, especially this first
one:<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Don’t overthink it. (Don’t we all love that?)<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Longer passages of quick dialogue can do two
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Make for plentiful white space on the page,
which is easy to read; and<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Take up pages in a printed book, making it look
meatier than it might be. (Heh-heh.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Time spent getting to know your characters on a
deep level is time well spent.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Some authors make great money. The foolproof how-to
formula is unclear.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p>[Gotta climb ev'ry mountain...]</o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Social media sucks and does nothing for your
career.<o:p></o:p></div>
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lot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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with them) can be:<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Fraught with icky drama, making you not want to
do it anymore, like when somebody else claims credit for your idea, just the
same as in other group projects we’ve all dealt with.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Really great, especially if it’s just one other
person you like and trust.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->You should stick with one genre and make a name
there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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feel like it; you never know when you’ll hit it big with some new thing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->A pseudonym can jump-start your career in a new
direction.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Get into some deep detail, then<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Every one of us is walking—or running, or
plunging, or staggering—along a different path. No two careers are exactly
alike.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Therefore I say: Let’s trust our own paths,
rocks and wrong turns and all. Because we’re getting somewhere. And sometimes the view is great.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back
in elementary school I was neither the first nor last kid picked for teams; I
was unathletic enough to not be chosen first, but popular enough not to be
chosen last. Gosh, remember when we did that? I understand these days they
don't let kids choose up sides, because of self-esteem. Gym was OK except for
one dreadful piece of equipment: the climbing rope.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The
rope, a hairy hemp freighter hawser thicker than an eight-year-old's thigh,
started in a knot at waist level, then ascended nearly out of view, affixed to
the ceiling two storeys up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every
gym session, the teacher would tell us to line up and take turns climbing the
rope. Success, of course, was measured by how far you climbed. Kids who made it
all the way to the top, daringly slapping the iron swivel, then sliding
dramatically down like firefighters or sailors, were like gods to me. (Oh, it
was safe! The teacher dragged a small gym mat under the rope!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I
couldn't climb the thing at all. Not one inch. When my turn came, I'd sigh and
take hold of the rope and try to pull myself up. I just couldn't do it. I had
the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">desire</i> to do it, but when I
pulled with my hands, nothing happened. I hung there like a grape until the
teacher, a loose-jowled guy who wore loafers and dress pants, would say 'next' in
a bored voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As
an adult, I'd wonder about that rope now and then. The breakthrough came when I
was being weekend-lazy, watching an old Tarzan movie on TV. By God, there it
was: Tarzan grabbed that vine and climbed it, and he used <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not just his arms but his legs too.</i> He didn't clasp that vine in
his hands, he <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">hugged</i> it. And he
wrapped his legs around it and bent them like a frog's, then, pinching the vine
with his legs, sort of stood up. He regripped the vine with his arms, frogged
his legs up again, and kept going. (To the admiring gazes of Jane and Boy.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And
I remembered that the kids who made it to the top looked just like Tarzan. Why
didn't I see it at the time? Why didn't I copy the other kids? I’m sure my
kinetic sense wasn't very good then, and my brain wasn’t fully developed either.
If the teacher—or even another kid—had broken down the moves for me, showed me
and explained it to me verbally, step-by-step, I probably could have done it. I
wasn't much punier than the other kids.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The
next opportunity I had to climb a rope like that—not that such opportunities
come by every day—I grabbed the thing, hugged it, wrapped my leg around it,
and—went up!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This
is how I feel about aspiring authors and story development. Thousands upon
thousands of stories start with a cool nugget of an idea. And then they hang
there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But
the truth is, story development—getting from cool idea to fully formed story or
narrative—isn't a mysterious endowment. It isn't a you-have-it-or-you-don't
thing, like leprosy or royal lineage. Just like rope climbing, story
development is a skill that can be learned and improved. And it’s simple: All
you need to do is look closely at how successful authors do it, and realize
that they’re showing you, right there on the page. Study up. Read without haste.
Make notes. Ask and answer questions like:</span></span></div>
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opening into the first conflict?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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minor—serve the plot?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span><!--[endif]-->Is anything there for no reason? Or
maybe I need to look closer?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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here, and here, and here?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Work
with what you see, and with what you seek.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #288<o:p></o:p></div>
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Who is a hero to you? Someone alive or not, doesn't matter.
What about that person is inspiring? Did they accomplish something remarkable?
Did they behave admirably under extraordinary strain? What resources do you
suppose they drew on to perform as they did? Physical strength? Inner courage?
Endurance? Faith? Perhaps it was even humility. Because to be kind and loving
when others are not requires the courage of humility: the willingness to be
seen as wrong or bad. Conjure the spirit of your hero. Pretend to be that
person, just for a minute. Lift your eyes and say, "I am _________."
Does a feeling of calm strength come over you? It's yours now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Seneca, one of my heroes, said, “It is quality rather than
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And that’s what I wanted to give today. Who’s one of your
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Zestful Blog Post #287<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>How to deal with not
having read the authors you meet.</b></div>
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First of all, nobody reads everybody. Upon meeting another
author whom you haven't read, say, "So wonderful to meet you! I've heard
great things about your work!" That's it. Don't overdo it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If you need to make convo with someone for an extended
period, such as being seated together at a lunch or dinner, you can say,
"You know, I'm afraid I really don't know your work, but I've love to hear
how you got started."<o:p></o:p></div>
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If it’s a trad-published author, you can ask, “Do you like
your agent?” Every author who has representation is curious about every other
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<b>How to be a happy tyrant.</b></div>
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Demand the utmost from your characters. You are both
composer and conductor! Sometimes, during a demanding passage under an exacting
baton, musicians strain so hard to deliver the effects asked for that they snap
a string or blow their lips out of shape.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Only by going to the limit, and risking going past it, and
suffering whatever damage might be the penalty, will we find out if what we
thought was our limit is really that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We can only discover new strengths by exhausting the old
ones.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">How to avoid a
headbanging mistake.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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If you have an opportunity to do a live event like a booksigning
and they want to know good dates for you, look ahead on line and find when the
next Olympics and major sporting events are going to be. Try not to schedule
anything during the Olympics, the Super Bowl, Presidential election night, or,
come to think of it, the soccer World Cup final sequence. The World Series is
hit-and-miss (ha, I just made a pun), and not as much of a ratings draw as the
other things. Kentucky Derby, I guess if you live in Kentucky.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I'll always hold grudges against Sarah Hughes, Irina
Slutskaya, and Michelle Kwan for making nobody come to my booksigning event in
San Francisco on the night of the women's Olympic figure skating finals in 2002.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And now for a word about a book by a buddy. Congratulations
to Jim Misko on his multi-prizewinning novel.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">From the cover:</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Miles Foster is a newly
minted teacher who dreams of getting a teaching job in the highly respected and
financially stable Portland, Oregon school system where everything is
available, and where he and his wife call home. But the only opening for his
talents is in a remote lumber mill town in central Oregon, two hundred miles
away. It is a poor school with forty students, and is controlled by a jealous
superintendent and school board who tolerate no thinking outside the box and
who conspire to destroy his teaching career.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">Miles must find a way to educate students who
have been passed along regardless of what they learned, and defeat the damaging
control of the school board and superintendent without losing his marriage or
his job, or both.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">Buy it </span><a href="https://amzn.to/2yxgyGY">HERE.</a></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #286<o:p></o:p></div>
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I bet some of you remember <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Steal This Book</i> by Abbie Hoffman, a counterculture guide that came
out in 1971. I bought a copy, which tells you something about my ethics then.
However, I did read it avidly and, being an impressionable youth, wished I had
the guts to try some of Hoffman’s ideas for ‘sticking it to the man,’ like
demanding my free buffalo from the federal government, or pretending I was
hungry and broke to get food from trusting churches. Some of the stuff in it
seemed just stupid to me, though, like pasting a postpaid piece of junk mail to
a brick and dropping it in a mailbox so whatever corporation had to pay the
postage due. Another uncomfortable one was going into a busy restaurant and
eating leftover food before the tables get cleared. Ew. Not that I've led a shame-free life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I worked in bookselling for ten years in the 1980s
and 90s, first as a floor clerk (in a bookstore owned by two brothers named Tom
and Louis Borders), then as a manager and regional executive. Lots of people would come in and steal books. We
had a pretty good idea of how many books we lost to shrink (the retail
euphemism) because once a year, we'd do a physical inventory count. You compare
the stuff you have on hand with the list of stuff that's supposed to be in the
store, and the difference is shrink, or shrinkage. We lost a lot of inventory.</div>
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It was rare to catch a thief in the act. We had no
security staff or hidden cameras. Furthermore, it was assumed that staff would
not steal, especially since everybody got $25 worth of store credit every
month, plus a 25% discount on everything. What can I say? Borders, in those
days, was a small company in the Midwest. And I think very few employees stole;
giving stuff away to employees is a good way to create good will. When the
company got big, financial experts came in and convinced top management to take
away store credit, and the employee discount went down to 10%, if I remember
right. (Members of the corporate board of directors got 25%, which as you might
imagine went over great with the rank and file.) Stores also got primitive
security systems, which at first were a joke, then got somewhat better.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p>&nbsp;[A look at my home sports-and-leisure, nature, and reference sections.]</o:p></div>
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Scammers would try many tricks, from trying to
return stolen books for cash, to paying with bad checks, to claiming to have
lost a gift certificate to fire, pet digestion, or other imaginative mishap.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The vast majority of thieves got away. But once in
a while, staff would spot somebody and realize they weren't a legitimate
customer. There was one guy who focused on the computer book section. Pound for
pound, computer books tended to be higher-priced, and they were easy to sell to
used-bookstores. This fellow would appear to be browsing the low bookcases,
taking a few books off the shelf, then he'd dip down into a squat where he was
hidden from view. Then he'd rise up, empty-handed but bulkier around the
middle, and hustle out the door to his car.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn't have the nerve to confront the guy (and
by the time I could get the police there he'd have been long gone), but I did
follow him to his car after I clearly saw him steal. I made sure he saw me,
made sure he knew I knew, and watched him go, writing down his license plate
number. Never saw him again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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More shocking to me were the employees who did
steal. We caught one guy, who had worked out a system of hiding books behind
empty boxes in the back receiving hall. Come time to clock out, he'd leave the
store via the back way, collect his booty, and walk around to the parking lot
from the alley. It was too cute, and another staffer figured out what he was
doing and turned him in.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Come to think of it, I have a bunch of other
stories about book thieves, and maybe I’ll write them down for a future post.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Although it's never right to steal, you can
understand why a hungry person would steal or cheat for food. But books, you
can take them home for free from the library, or you can sit and read them
right in the store.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then we come up to ‘today,’ meaning post-digital-publishing-revolution,
and we have book pirates. That term makes them seem somehow romantic, like
modern-day Robin Hoods. In fact, they are scum. I subscribe to an anti-pirate
service called <a href="https://www.blasty.co/" target="_blank">Blasty</a>,
which searches for and somehow removes from search engines websites claiming to
have my books downloadable for free. It doesn’t take down the sites or send
cease-and-desist letters, but I think what they do is just about as good.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve found that most of these pirate sites are merely
phishing holes. For instance, if you want a free copy of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Actress</i>, click here and enter a bunch of your personal
information: your contact info, and hey, if you keep clicking through they’ll
ask for your credit card number, just as a precaution to secure your account,
and hey, they won’t actually charge anything on it. I guess some people fall
for all that. And of course they don’t have a digital copy of the book to give
you anyway. Come back tomorrow. If Abbie Hoffman were alive today, I’ve no
doubt he would learn code and try to be a hacker. But he committed suicide in
1989, partly because he was no longer under 30. Look it up if you don’t believe
me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t worry too much about these pirate sites,
because if somebody wants to download my book for free, that doesn’t
necessarily mean they would have bought it otherwise. Lots of enraged authors
miss this point. So somebody gets to read your book for free, and maybe they’d
like more, and maybe they’ll eventually buy something. You can’t get too worked
up about this stuff.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But in conclusion, book pirates are scum.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #285<o:p></o:p></div>
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I knew a woman who made it her life’s work to become
unblocked. To realize her potential. When I met her she was middle-aged, divorced,
with two grown kids and a rucksack full of dreams waiting to come true.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But somewhere along the line she’d decided—or agreed with
some shrink or shaman or dead parent—that the way she was wasn’t right enough.
She ought not to act on those dreams until she’d gotten herself right.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She occupied herself with all sorts of things to
self-actualize, to ‘awaken her inner artist’ or something, to figure out what
she really should be doing, to free up, to become worthy. To become who she
was. Perhaps she should sign on as an animal research assistant and observe beautiful
creatures in far-flung habitats. Perhaps she should take flying lessons and try
to get a job as a cargo pilot. Or perhaps she should write a novel. Fine.&nbsp;</div>
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She died at age 52 of ovarian cancer before the process was
complete. I sadly suspect she could have lived until 102 and still never
completed her process of ‘becoming.’</div>
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I say, screw <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">becoming</i>.
Screw preparing. Be and do. The being and the doing will make all processing
moot. Screaming at an effigy of your mother in the woods, taking ice baths or
firewalks? You could. But only living freely—with openness to mistakes and
crappy results—will make us live well. And only writing freely—with openness to
mistakes and crappy results—will make us write well.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It is so very simple.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #284<o:p></o:p></div>
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This beefy post is the first part of a feature I wrote for
Writer’s Digest magazine's November/December 2018 issue, themed ‘the throwback
issue.’ I believe it’s hitting subscriber mailboxes now; should be on
newsstands now or soon. I had a great time writing this, and have already heard
happy comments from enthusiastic readers who write.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m an analogue girl in a digital world. I like old things
and old style. I used a rotary-dial phone until the march of progress threatened
to crush us both. My car just celebrated its twenty-fourth birthday. I like canvas
sneakers, gin martinis, and homemade afghans.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I’m a writer in contemporary times, and I’ve adapted to
new technologies. Frankly, most of it has been a blur. I do remember, though,
sitting alone at night in an office building sometime in the 1980s, watching my
boss’s printer slowly excrete 200 pages of random ASCII characters. For all I
knew, the computer was trying to tell us something. I sent the pages to the tech
guys at headquarters for analysis. They still haven’t gotten back to me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fast-forward to now, when miniature microphones and voice-to-text
software literally enable us to write as fast as we can talk. I understand the
next phase is nearly upon us, where a machine will write my novels for me. And no
doubt publish them, collect royalties, and spend the money on nice things for itself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I feel it’s time to ask: Is more tech necessarily
better? Is faster better than slower? Is more output worthier than less? Is the
destination more important than the journey?<o:p></o:p></div>
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With those questions in mind, I took it upon myself to
investigate. To re-immerse myself in the materials and sensations I used to enjoy
so often—and also to experiment with even older methods—I spent a weekend
working on my current novel using an assortment of technology that originated
between the building of the Sphinx and opening night of “My Fair Lady.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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On Saturday morning, I settled down at my writing table, a
mug of coffee at my side and a wood-cased pencil in my hand. I chose a Blackwing
602, known for its smooth core and fragrant cedar casing. (I’d decided to skip
inscribing words on stone or wet clay tablets and start with the next writing
technology most closely related to those, graphite.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Pencil sharpening is an act of beginning. You sit down, you
gather yourself, you sharpen. You feel and hear the sharpener working—whether a
cranker or handheld—and you smell that fresh wood. You behold your newly
exposed graphite. If the point is sharp, you feel brief anxiety over whether the
microscopic conical top section will break off as you touch it to paper.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I enjoy the deliberateness of the pencil experience. As you
write, the point degrades to whatever degree of dullness you feel like
tolerating. You rotate the point to take advantage of the wear pattern—every
rotation offers a sharper edge.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When you write with a pencil, you are in a very real sense,
drawing. You’re laying down the two-dimensional images of words. You can write
little or big; with light pressure or hard; you can print carefully or race
along in whatever version of cursive is yours.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You can erase mistakes! But if you’re on a tear, you can just
strike through with vigor and keep going. Or you can flurry down a satisfying storm
of obliterating zigzags. The re-sharpening pause is a balm. While sharpening,
you have a chance to look up, change the focal length of your gaze, quit
thinking for a moment, and use your hands differently.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wrote about a thousand words with the Blackwing 602, savoring
its straightforward sturdiness. You don’t have to baby a pencil; you can leave
it lying around; you can even lose it without too much grief. You can write with
it in a canoe or on a mountain ledge, or upside-down while lying in bed. No
worries about ink, mechanisms, batteries.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p>The assortment.&nbsp;</o:p></div>
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Mid-morning, I skipped ahead in time and unholstered my
trusty plastic Pentel automatic, with a .7mm lead, in the relatively soft and
bold 2B grade I like. The obvious advantage of the automatic pencil is no
sharpening, no bother. You click a button or twist the barrel to advance your
lead, and you can write fast and precise. The writing experience is less
varied, though. That’s the price you pay.<o:p></o:p></div>
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With any pencil, one must bring some pressure to bear, which
puts wear and tear on you. My writing elbow got sore after a few hours of
pencil work.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After lunch I turned to a group of instruments you have to
dip in ink, that marvelous liquid humans first concocted in Neolithic times. Hollow
reeds served as writing tools in ancient Egypt, China, and the Middle East.
They’re still used for drawing and special calligraphy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’d found a reed pen in my art box, so I started with that.
It was a seven-inch-long wand about half an inch in diameter and cut to a quill-like
point. I opened a bottle of black Noodler’s ink, dipped the reed in, and
started writing. I blobbed too much ink down at first, then got the hang of
making bold strokes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I had to reload with ink every few words, however. Because
of that, and apart from the novelty, the experience was wearying and just not
practical. I perceived how a fine reed with an expertly-done point—and a
halfway experienced scribe—could work some beauty.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Writing with a quill didn’t go much better. I’d found a
large feather during a walk a few years ago and saved it. Now, following an
online tutorial, I made a writing point from its shaft. Like the reed, the
quill emitted an ugly blot before scratchily producing a contiguous line. After
about ten words, it ran dry. I reloaded and kept going, but the work went
slowly and vexingly. Thinking about the fact that Shakespeare wrote all of his
plays with such an instrument made me nearly sick with pity. But life was
slower then, and I think everybody had more patience.<o:p></o:p></div>
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[This is the end of the excerpt. For the rest of the
article, hustle out to your favorite newsstand and pick up the November/December
issue of Writer’s Digest magazine.]<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #283<o:p></o:p></div>
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Some of my favorite imperishable quotations are from people’s
grandparents. My friend Linda was musing on wisdom from her German grandmother:<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Linda. Linda. If you dun’t <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">learn</i> to milk zuh cow, you dun’t <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">haff</i> to milk zuh cow.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Think about it. Not learning something excuses you
from dealing with it, and that can be liberating. I mean, I’ve watched cows
being milked by hand. Sometimes they smack you in the face with their damp, urine-scented
tail. Good morning!</div>
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Cunningly avoiding learning how to do something
can indeed be liberating. Most grandmas are not stupid. But being helpless, we
know, can also backfire: Beyond not being able to get milk when you want it, think
of all the young executives in the ’70s and ’80s who resolutely refused to
learn how to type. Ambitious women especially were warned away from learning
how to type, because typing was for assistants. If you typed, you were
pigeonholed into a subservient role. That was the thinking. But then—“Wuh-oh.
What’s this new computer thingy on my desk? It gots a keyboard! Wuh-oh!” We had
a generation of executives who were clumsy on the keyboard and therefore inefficient
because they didn’t learn to touch-type with all ten fingers. I mentioned a
couple of years ago here that one of the best things I ever did was take a typing
class in high school with a scary bastard perfectionist teacher. I use typing
here just as an example. It could be plunging a clogged sink, sewing on a
button, starting a campfire, reading a paper map for God’s sake, even pumping
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Do we want to be dependent on others? Sometimes,
hell yeah. But it’s a game of subtlety and judgment. Grownups deal with
whatever shit they really have to. I think Linda’s grandma really meant: Figure
out what you really want in life, and screw everything else, because life’s too
short to get slapped in the face by a cow.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now and then a pal publishes a book! Here are two recent
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2092, climate change has transformed the face of Earth. Storms, disease,
famine, thirst and war show no mercy on the living. Sharon Clausen, a
self-reliant farmer, has a secret apple tree—a tree that keeps Sharon and her
wife, Eve, fed.&nbsp;</span></div>
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thinks, is Dr. Ryan, a long-time confidant, and his wife, Areva. Once a month,
Sharon and Eve travel from Maine to Boston to trade apples with Dr. Ryan for
Eve’s leukemia treatment. Everything suddenly changes when Eve is kidnapped and
the Ryans are murdered. Sharon learns that her best kept secrets are known and
coveted by a man known as the Strelitzia—a coldly practical villain.</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
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<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Sharon sets out on a harrowing journey across North America
to rescue Eve. Along the way, she teams up with an Inuit refugee boy, a stray
dog named Erik the Red, an eccentric former school teacher, a jujitsu master,
an Argentinian opera star, and a brilliant scientist who leads an alliance of
eclectic people known as the Qaunik. Together, this ragtag group battle
horrific storms, an unrelenting desert, terrifying criminal gangs, feral
humans, and the Strelitzia.</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
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that she loves for something much greater than herself.</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Buy it&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com/2-Degrees-Bev-Prescott-ebook/dp/B079JY9CKV" target="_blank">HERE.</a></span></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Survival-Dying-Art-Angus-Green-ebook/dp/B07G4LQ4DB" target="_blank"><img alt=" Neil Plakcy Survival Dying Art" border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="324" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaAAaM5FAF6f4P2lYwTMzMqP1V3DXtvUCece1b4cTvvt_nt11nF7prOYrLYGaikC-XQlJ1Z7HGJcLOEOuk3BYsZkTIrd77hLJIcrwRxywYkrkGtZlSZmUxKAcJqdthWOQVk4HTdAebi0/s320/Plax+Survival+is+Dying+Art.jpg" width="207" /></a></div>
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Angus Green is still in his twenties, and his red hair and good looks often
make people underestimate him, but he’s a smart, fearless cop who believes in
the FBI motto: Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity.</span></div>
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owner Jesse Venable to retrieve a painting stolen from Frank’s uncle, a gay
Venetian killed during the Holocaust. Angus volunteers to help Frank, and
discovers Venable is the subject of a task force looking into smuggling
immigrants out of war-torn countries in the Middle East.</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
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<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Angus, who knows nothing about art and speaks no Italian, may
be in over his head as he is assigned to befriend, and ultimately betray,
Venable. But with the help of his Italian-speaking brother and his art-loving
boyfriend, he may be able not only to retrieve the painting, but solve a
smuggling case and potentially save thousands of lives.</span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
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<span style="background: white;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The investigation will take him from the sun-drenched
rooftops of Venice to a private yacht speeding down Fort Lauderdale’s New
River. Along the way, he’ll learn the true meaning of survival.</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Here's something to try for the hell of it. (Have you done
something for the hell of it this week yet?) I swear if you do this you will write
about your world with greater confidence and pleasure. Even <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">reading</i> this will help you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Go to your favorite coffeehouse and sit with your notebook.
Relax your jaw. Which should prompt your neck to relax. Which should prompt
your shoulders to relax, and so on down. You’re welcome. Without moving from that spot, write down everything you can
sense. Open all those chakras or whatever they are and write down what you're
seeing and sensing, head to toe. Don’t judge anything, just describe it.</div>
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What do you see? Start with the place and write it. Floor,
walls, ceiling. What do you see through the windows? Is it day or night? What is
the quality of the light—is it bright, muted, pearly, golden? Maybe it's blue,
or maroon! Look into the shadows. Notice how different the light is there.
Describe it. What do you hear? What's playing on the sound system, if anything?
Is it loud or quiet? Do you know the tune?</div>
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Next, the people. Who's there and what are they like? What
do they look like, what clothing? Who's talking and what are they saying? What
are their voices like? What else do you hear? Doors banging open and shut as people
come and go? Beeps from the machines behind the counter? Cell phones? The
paddle fan squeaking slightly as it rotates overhead? What's that squeak like?
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What do you smell? Probably a great many smells are coming
together. What is the bouquet of the place? Are you smelling coffee, maybe
sweets, maybe something like the mop-water disinfectant that sort of lingers
very slightly beneath everything? A whiff of strong perfume or aftershave
trailing behind someone like a wake from a vessel?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Describe the flavors. How does each one taste separately? Consistency, texture,
temperature. How do they mingle together in your mouth? What else can you
describe about how they taste? Do the comestibles (love that word) bring up
memories, like Proust's madeleines? What are they?</div>
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How's your posture? How does the back of your neck feel? Has
your jaw re-tightened? Can you sense air currents on your face? On your hands?
On your legs if you're wearing shorts or a skirt? Describe the air currents.
Where are they coming from, where are they going? Is your body sore or tight anywhere? Don't judge anything, just describe it. Are you wearing a watch or jewelry? A ring? Can you feel the
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Finally: What are you sensing beneath it all? I believe in
the sixth sense, or intuition. Is there a general mood in the place? If so,
where's it coming from? Are the baristas a happy crew? Why, do you suppose, or
why not? Is there a little corner of negativity over there
surrounding that frowning customer studying his phone? Is there something
creative happening over there between those three people talking excitedly? Is
there something in the spirit of the place that brings you in? Something you
can sense but not label? Write it as best you can and see what happens.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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How do <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">you</i> feel
beneath your exterior? What is your deepest state right now?<o:p></o:p></div>
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What do you think? Have you ever done something like this? How did it go? To post, click below where it says, 'No Comments,' or '2 Comments,' or
whatever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #280<o:p></o:p></div>
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1.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I once overheard a professional golfer say, of good putting
technique, “You’ve almost gotta go brain-dead to get it perfect.” Which is so
totally Zen, so totally about quieting your mind to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">allow</i> terrific performance to happen. Can you be a great putter
without practice? No. But you can be a crummy putter even if you practice a
lot, but habitually psych yourself out when on the course. “Is that the right
line, for sure? Let’s set up that way. On the other hand, maybe I’m wrong. Oh,
heck, I’ll stroke it anyway. Can’t think about it all day. Aaannd…dang.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
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<o:p>It wants to go in so bad.</o:p></div>
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2.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There’s a line from a song in the Rodgers and Hammerstein
musical <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Oklahoma!</i> that goes, “Never
have I asked the August sky, ‘Where has last July gone?’” Is that somehow Zen
too? You bet it is: complete acceptance of what has been, and total presence in
the now. No regrets. (The song is “Many a New Day”.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lessons for writers? Yeah. Sometimes I really need to remind myself of that golfer and
that song.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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What do you think? To post, click below where it says, 'No
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Zestful Blog Post #279<o:p></o:p></div>
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Too many writers use too many [that]s. It’s a reflex, I think,
having to do with informal speech. Using [that] can become a habit in speech,
almost as a placeholder, or filler.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I want you to know that
these binoculars used to work perfectly, before you gave them to Timmy to play
with.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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You could cut the ‘that’ with no loss of meaning. Now there’s
nothing inherently wrong with the word [that]—it’s a useful word:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Stop worrying about
that police car behind us.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I don’t remember a
thing after that.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The whispered gossip that
swept through the shire made me sick.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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There’s nothing even inherently wrong with extraneous thats.
But they do creep into our written prose way more often than necessary,
especially when used to summarize conversation or comprehension. And when you’re
tasked with keeping a reader’s interest, it’s a good idea to pay attention to
pace and economy, even on the most granular level. A few examples:</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">He told her that he
loved her.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Stronger:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">He told her he loved
her.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She knew that the
reunion would be an ordeal.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Stronger:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She knew the reunion
would be an ordeal.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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[So that] can get tiring as well:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ted smoothed the cloth
so that it would stay flat on the table.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Stronger:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ted smoothed the cloth
so it would stay flat on the table.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
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<i>While keeping an eye
out for enemy forces, the orange dinosaur rolled boulders into the tunnel so
that the treasure would be safe.</i></div>
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Stronger:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">While keeping an eye
out for enemy forces, the orange dinosaur rolled boulders into the tunnel so
the treasure would be safe.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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You could add a bit of punctuation to change the flavor and
meaning slightly, and to be more grammatically correct:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">While keeping an eye
out for enemy forces, the orange dinosaur rolled boulders into the tunnel, so the
treasure would be safe.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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(In this case, we put a comma with a conjunction.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Getting rid of extraneous thats is easy and rewarding, once
you know to look for them!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Zestful Blog Post #278<o:p></o:p></div>
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Once in a while, an aspiring writer will feel at a total
loss. “I can’t write anything.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Sometimes the aspiring writer is me. Sometimes, maybe, it’s
you. Here’s a Jedi mind trick that always jogs me out of my funk:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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“Fine. You can’t write anything. That’s OK. But if you <i>could</i> write something, what would it
be?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Write about what you would write if you could. Just make
notes on ideas; you don’t even need complete sentences.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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I suggest keeping this in your back pocket, just in case.</div>
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Zestful Blog Post #277<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until I was about 11 years old, money was very tight at our
house. When you got something new to wear, you wouldn’t dream of just putting
it on any old time; you’d ‘save it for good.’ That is, you’d reserve it to wear
when you had to go somewhere special. If the item fell under the new school clothes
category you waited until school started, then only wore it to school, never
out to play. I believe some children still go out to play these days. I can’t
remember, however, the last time I drove down some residential street and saw,
for instance, two young guys playing catch in the street with a baseball and
their mitts. Digression, sorry.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The save-it-for-good habit has been hard to break. I still tend
to do it even with new t-shirts, which is insane. Another digression, but I bet
you can relate.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Moving along. When I was in my 20’s I hung out with a band
that played basic pop and jazz/funk at festivals and weddings here and there in
the Detroit area. We were just buddies in general, and it was fun to chill with
them on rehearsal nights. Once they let me play the tenor saxophone solo in the
Billy Joel version of “Just the Way You Are” with them at some local festival. For
that occasion, I wore a skirt and a nice top. Man, am I digressing today. But via
them I met a band promoter, a very young guy, who invited me to an after-hours
club in Detroit for a special show. He had managed to get three record producers
to agree to come see a lineup of half a dozen bands he repped. Each band would
play a short set. As we sat with drinks while the first band was setting up and
the producers were arriving, he explained to me his strategy: He would lead off
with the weakest group, progressing until finishing with a bang with the very
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“Their excitement’s just gonna keep building and building
all night,” he told me confidently. He figured if he could sell even just the
last and best group to one of the producers, the night would be a success.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Aaaaannnnd as I bet you’ve guessed, the plan backfired. By the
time the third group took their bows, all the producers had left. I will draw a
curtain over the desperate measures taken by my young, inexperienced friend to try
to get the producers to stick around.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And you’ve already guessed the moral of my story today for
writers: Though it’s tempting to save your best stuff for some future
unleashing, it’s far better to lead off with a bang than hope to finish with
one. I’m not saying we shouldn’t carefully husband our material. But sometimes
saving becomes a reflexive habit. Spend it, enjoy the rush upfront, and feel
secure that more good stuff will come!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.25in;">Zestful Blog Post #276</span></div>
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Not long ago I was taking a walk
in a nearby state park, on an overcast afternoon. The forest canopy was so
thick it seemed like twilight. I heard an owl hooting and recognized it as a
Great Horned, which I’ve been fortunate to spot several times wherever I’ve lived.
It occurred to me to hoot back, wondering what would happen. Turns out I have a
bit of a talent for owl mimicry, because the bird called again. We talked to
each other back and forth a few times, then I heard these big, soft, whooshing
wingbeats coming through the trees. The owl had likely decided, “She sounds
sexy. I have to meet her!” Or perhaps, “I have to check out this goddam
interloper.” The forest was so thick I never did get a glimpse of the owl, who I’m
sure was then like, “Oh, hell, it’s just this human down there screwing with
me.” But it had found me, because it had to.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And this experience brought to
mind a conversation I’d had many years ago at a cocktail party with a multiple
award-winning, trailblazing, fairly famous author. She had actually read some
of my first work and admired it. During our talk, she mentioned that fans
occasionally would show up at her house, being drawn by the power of her writing,
being moved by it, feeling compelled to meet her. (It was common knowledge what
city and neighborhood she lived in.) I said that must be unnerving. She said it
was, because of course you never know whether the stranger is entirely stable.
This was before social media and all that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I said, “Well, I hope to get as
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She gave me a flat look and said, “They
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<span style="text-indent: 0.25in;">[A screwy, ghost-Kilroy, but you get the idea.]</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.25in;">In the many years since, I haven’t
become quite as famous as she, and no strangers have shown up at my door, but
indeed they have found me. Marcia and I don’t use our street address publicly
(we use a rent-a-box in a nearby UPS store), but I’ve received unexpected propositions
via snail mail, e-mail, and social media. One of my e-mail correspondents
jokingly calls herself my “friendly stalker,” and our back-and-forths are just
that, friendly. Another correspondent was pretty frank about things, and had I not
already been attached, I might have been open to the possibility. There was a
man of a mature age who, for a few years, turned up at my talks at conferences.
He was shy and didn’t say much, but he did once tell me he came to all my
events. He seemed simply to be a genuine fan who wanted to learn whatever I had
to teach. Now I regret not trying to get to know him better.</span></div>
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On a different level, there was
the convict of some notoriety who sent me a letter via Writer’s Digest
magazine. He said they got the magazine in the prison library and he liked my articles
a lot. Furthermore, he had decided I would be the right person to collaborate
with on writing his life story. I have to say no more here except that
eventually I declined. If you’re interested and we’re somewhere in person, I’ll
tell you more.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Certainly, like many people, I’ve
had unwelcome romantic attention on Facebook, but it’s easy to block that. When
I was doing consulting work with private clients, one expressed surprise that I’d
give her my mobile phone number.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And now I come to my point: You
can’t control everything, and one must take risks here and there, or just sit
in a concrete bunker all day. I mean, I’m not some big public figure, but even I’ve
had unusual experiences. I do feel that rent-a-box gives Marcia and me some peace of mind.
So, if you’re aimed at fame, you might consider that. And then, hell, just relax
and enjoy the ride!<o:p></o:p></div>
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What do you think? Have you had
stalkeresque experiences? Have you been a friendly stalker? To post, click
below where it says, ‘No Comments,’ or ‘2 Comments,’ or whatever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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