Thursday, October 10, 2013

Writing Basics: Active Writing



Passive words suck energy from your writing! Shifting from passive to active voice saves at least two words per sentence. ‘Is’ and the rest of the ‘to be’ family are passive—am, are, was, were, will be, have, has, had, been, will have been, be, suddenly, and caused. Any verbal construction employing ‘is’ or ‘was’ can weaken a sentence.

Caused, as, and when usually indicate a motivation/reaction unit out of whack.
          
The subject of the sentence MUST ACT, rather than being ACTED UPON.  The knife was thrown by John is passive. John threw the knife is active
         Examples:
         *She was carrying the child in her arms.
         She carried the child.

         *There was a tree growing in the atrium.
         A tree grew in the atrium.

         *She had a happy look on her face.
         She looked happy. Better yet: Sarah smiled.

         *She will be tried in court today.
         Her trial begins today

Watch for these words:

To be is always passive. (Occasionally, you will use ‘to be’ in dialogue.) “You just have to be a smart aleck, don’t you?”
         *Darla wanted to be a dancer.
         Darla never wavered from her goal. Someday she would dance on stage.

Would be: sometimes ‘would be’ is the only way to say what will happen.
         *The day would be warm and clear
         *The day promised to be warm.
         The early sun promised a warm day.

To
         *She started to feel sick.
         Her stomach turned.
        
         *Sally turned to knead the dough.
         Sally worked the dough into a soft ball.

To is appropriate when approaching the act: plowed his fingers through his hair to knead the back of his neck—lifted the cup to drink—paused to read.

Of
         *Members of the group elected officers.
         Group members elected officers.

         *Members of the party could not be reached for comment.
         No members could be reached for comment.

There; A ‘to be’ verb usually follows ‘there’. There was, there is, there has been.

         *There is something strange here.
         Something strange lurks here.

That, made, felt (you will use an occasional felt) with, began or began to, allowed, let, found, as, when, while, then, was and were are usually passive.

Began
                   *He began shooting his rifle.
                   He drew and fired in a single swift motion.

                   *She began brushing her hair.
                   She pulled the brush through her hair.

                   *She knelt and began trying to tug weeds.
                   She knelt and tugged at the stubborn weeds.

If you want an incomplete action—like: she knelt and began trying to tug weeds—because the action is interrupted or meets resistance, say so! Active verb plus resistance:
                   
Marjorie knelt and tugged at the stubborn weeds. A shadow fell across her hands. Turning, she recognized the man looming over her.

Note, too, how each sentence begins differently, Instead of:
       She knelt. Her hands began to tug the weeds. 
       Suddenly, she sensed someone above her. She looked up.

By the way, body parts performing functions without the person are passive : Her hands began to tug the weeds.

         *A hand trailed up her arm.
         *A finger traced her lips.
        
Rather:
         He rubbed a calloused palm the length of her arm.
         With one finger, he traced her lips.

If your character can’t see any other part of the person, or if you desire a surprise, you can get away with ‘body parts’.
A hand, warm and comforting, squeezed her shoulder.
         She turned to meet Derik’s emerald gaze.

Looked is passive besides being a weak verb.
         *The dress she was wearing looked pretty.
         She wore a pretty dress.
         Better yet. let’s assume she’s wearing the dress and not carrying it:
         Her dress was the color of a spring sky on a frosty morning.

Possession is another passive problem area.
         *The house that belongs to Jack
         Jack’s house
        
         *the edge of the bed
         the bed’s edge

Additional help for vivid writing:

Show not tell

Adverbs add spice. Use sparingly. Many times adverbs are a sign of ‘lazy writing’. They tell rather than show.
         *”Get out!” Mary said, angrily.
         “Get out!” Mary grabbed the vase and hurled it at his retreating back.

         *”I don’t want you to go,” Timmy said, sadly.
         “Don’t go.” Enormous tears rolled down Timmy’s freckled cheeks.

Punch up the verbs!

         Ran quickly—raced, shot, sprinted
         Sat abruptly—plopped, fell
         Cried openly—sobbed
         Walked around carefully—skirted, hedged
         Said angrily—screamed, yelled, screeched—better yet, show it! Throw something or hit the table.
        
Again, show rather than tell
         *John is tall
         John ducked beneath the six-foot awning.

Jude Devereaux says, “Rather than describing my characters, I try to come up with action to show what they’re like.

Use similes and metaphors


Use specific nouns

         The rose rather than the flower. The burley lumberjack rather than a man.


Use action verbs.
         Slumped rather than sat. Bolted or crawled rather than went. Gazed, stared or shot a venomous glare, rather than looked.

Qualifiers dilute a sentence. They are: just, very, almost, even, somewhat, really, slightly, hardly, barely, nearly, quite, rather. Delete altogether or change the word qualified to a stronger or more explicit word.
        
         *George was slightly angry.
         George was angry (‘was’ is passive)
         Miffed, George ignored the gibe.

         *Nancy was very tired.
         Exhausted, Nancy suppressed a yawn.

Run on sentences

Vary length and construction, and don’t try to say too much because if you do you will probably end up using some passive words to string the clauses together, and when that happens your sentence is ineffective, believe it or not, and you wouldn’t want that to happen because you end up burying the action, and that gets confusing.

It is weak and ineffective. Replace ‘it’ whenever possible. Reconstructed, your sentences will be stronger.
         *Wanda picked up the steaming kettle and carried it to the table.
         Wanda carried the steaming kettle to the table.
         *She took the tube of lipstick from her purse and applied it to her lips.
         She applied the lipstick she always carried in her purse.

A note about purple prose:

       
  Purple prose is flowery writing, more rhythmic, lyrical, figurative, abstract and emotion-filled. Sentence length is longer. Time seems to extend into the past of future. The prose ‘opens up’ time, transcending a particular moment.
         Effective and moving prose must be used in the right place, consciously, sparingly and well. In his section on pacing, Swain suggests longer sentences for sequels, shorter sentences for scenes and action. Save ‘purple prose’ for moments that are not only emotional, but thematically significant. A character undergoing a change, a life changes forever, end of chapter, end of section or scene (not end of book.)
         Not during a climactic scene (the house is on fire and your heroine admires the sunset). Not every time you character feels something or when two men are talking.

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Saturday, August 31, 2013

MK Meredith: Why Do I Write?


Why do I write? Why do you write?

The answer to that question can determine your level of tenacity. Because this is the thing, writing isn’t easy. Writing requires a large time commitment, a tough hide, and self-motivation. And if you aren’t doing it for the right reasons, or rather, if your reasons aren’t strong enough…writing is easy to quit.

For me, I can’t imagine doing anything else. And that’s the key. I am driven to write. I have stories to tell. When I’m in the middle of writing a book, stepping away from it to engage in the rest of my life, is very difficult. And I love my life! However, I could be cooking dinner or on a date with my husband, my best friend, but  one leg still remains stretched out knee deep in that book. I can’t wait to get back to it. I’m antsy and long to feel the cool, smooth buttons of my keyboard. The story calls to me, my characters beg for me to resolve their issues or challenge them with new ones. Not until I write the words, ‘The End’, am I able to break free. For a second.

Until the next story grabs hold and demands itself to paper.

Writing makes me happy. Filling my life with joy is a dream come true. Why would I ever stop? I wouldn’t. I won’t. I am tenacious.

With every rejection from an editor or an agent, I take a day, medicate myself with peanut butter (my comfort food) and soak in the pain. But when the sun rises the next day…I write.

Stay in the fight. Don’t give up.

When the writing gets tough…get tough on your writing.

Write a business plan, with goals and actions. Write a vision statement. Consider the industry and your craft. What do you still have left to learn?

Everything.

Cheryl St.John, a wonderful romance writer, mentor and friend, gave me the best advice. “Be a constant student. Don’t ever think you’ve learned all you can learn.” Her words are permanently engraved in my brain.

I practice and research and write, write, write. I study the industry, and participate in my local writing community, critique groups and workshops.  My schedule is full and I love every stinkin’ minute of it. Because I’m a writer.

If writing is really what you want as your career. If regularly publishing in your genre, and someday making it onto the New York Times Best Sellers list is your dream. Then write. Don’t give up. Each day is a new day and a new opportunity to write your best work.

This industry is subjective and the traditional route leaves much of the control in someone else’s hands. But, what you do control is whether or not you write. Whether or not you learn.





Your success stems from your level of tenacity. Your ability to stick with it and grow and improve until the day you are published. Because that day will come. And it will come soon.

If you keep writing.


MK Meredith is an aspiring contemporary romance and paranormal romance author. She is the conference director for Pikes Peak Writers Conference 2014 and the president of Pikes Peak Romance Writers out of Colorado Springs, CO

As a member of Romance Writers of America, Romance Authors of the Heartland, PPW and PPRW, she considers herself a constant student. Currently she has multiple manuscripts under consideration, and she's working on two series. Loving motherhood, when MK is not writing she's snuggling her two children and harassing her husband, all of whom suffer from her spontaneous explosions of affection.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Jean's Storytime Remembered: My Visit With "Miss Jean"




Norma “Miss Jean” Schnase still finds it remarkable that people remember her. “I thought it was only my children and family who were watching,” she told me, speaking of the television show she hosted. But generations of Nebraska, Iowa, Kansas and Missouri children enjoyed the music, puppets and Biblical teachings presented first on Sunday mornings and later at 10 am on Saturday mornings.

In 1956, a KMTV director who was searching for a host for a children’s show selected 26 year-old Norma out of 25 other women because she had a desire to teach children about the love of God. Norma became “Miss Jean” and proceeded to teach children for the next 38 years until health reasons caused her to turn over her position to her daughter-in-law, Maribeth. Jean’s Storytime started out in black and white on live television and saw the advent of color television and pre-taped programs before it ended in 2011 after a remarkable 55 years.

Miss Jean kept many of the thousands and thousands of letters and drawings she received over the years. On the show she encouraged children to draw a picture and send it in, and then, using the drawings for the lessons, she wrote and often adlibbed the stories. If she received 100 drawings in a week, she used all of them so every child’s drawing was shown. She remembers the name of the first little boy who sent her a photo of himself. Her heart was for the children, and her love for them is still evident. Initially she got over her camera shyness by imagining one child and speaking to that one child. She imagined the studio was a Sunday school class, when she was actually speaking before a camera crew, two puppets and the puppeteer--her son, Fred.

I hadn’t thought about that show for a long time until a couple of weeks ago when I held a drawing for books and one of my readers, Darlene, wrote to mention her aunt. She told me that at age 91 “Miss Jean” loves to read. I was delighted to learn about the children’s show host I remembered. With the help of my RWA chapter, Romance Authors of the Heartland, many who also remembered her, we put together a basket of autographed books, videos, tea and a cup and saucer, and I made arrangements to go calling.

Norma’s gracious daughter, Eileen ushered me in, and I spent almost an hour and a half with the two delightful ladies. Cheerful and full of warmth and joy, Norma was as excited to meet me as I was to meet her. She had read my books, and she was full of questions. We shared our love for telling stories and how it’s always a surprise to be recognized by someone you’ve never met. Once when Norma was touring the temple in Salt Lake City, she and her husband were on an elevator and a little girl spoke up. “Are you Miss Jean from Miss Jean’s Storytime?” As it turned out the family was from Omaha and were also visiting, but she recognized Norma’s voice.

Norma’s son lives with her, and her daughter and niece are often present. She told me about the delicious muffins her son makes for her breakfast. Norma proudly displays photos of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren and shared how much joy the children bring her. A stroke has made it difficult for Norma to have much mobility, but nothing has diminished her sparkling personality or her love for people. When I prepared to leave, she activated the lift on her chair and Eileen asked, “What is it you want to do, Mom?” to which “Miss Jean” replied, “I’m going to walk my guest to the door.” And walk me to the door she did.

She thanked me for my time in visiting her, but the pleasure was all mine. Norma asked me to send special thanks to Romance Authors of the Heartland for their gifts. I assured her it was only fitting that children with whom she had shared the gift of storytelling had grown up to return the favor.


                                                                            ~*~

Fun Fact:
Dr. San Guinary took over Miss Jean's set. Watch this fun video.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Dreaming of Castles: Humor and Romance

From Gail Gaymer Martin:
Set in Heidelberg, Germany, Dreaming of Castles is one of my favorite novels and my 2nd book published. It’s been out of print a long time, and now it is back to life with humor and poignancy in a gorgeous setting.

Dreaming of Castles
Available for Kindle and other ereaders.

EXCERPT:
“Oh, your wedding dress sounds beautiful, Anne.” Spring Dalton savored the words. She gazed at her friend with awe. She envisioned Anne’s slender body draped in a lovely, white, satin sheath, adorned with seed pearls and lace.

Anne giggled. “I know. I’m so excited I could die.”

Spring and the three young women seated at the picnic bench leaned forward on their elbows, closing the gap between theirs and Anne’s excitement. A few months earlier, Anne had dashed into the Royal Oak Studios of Artistic Design, her hand jutting forward brandishing a diamond. Each girl oohed and aahed as the ring flashed its fiery colors, but Spring knew each girl deep inside flashed her own sparks of envy. She felt the pang more than the others. Dates, for her, were as rare as Halley’s Comet.

Spring’s stomach twitched like the ears of a nervous rabbit before the question left her lips. “So, did you pick out the bridesmaids’ dresses?” She felt sure that Anne would ask her to be a bridesmaid.

Anne’s eyes shifted toward Spring, then to the wrapping that had covered her sandwich. She folded the waxed paper then raised her eyes to Spring’s. “Well, yes, I did find exactly what I want.”

She hesitated. “Pale yellow floor-length sheaths for the bridesmaids and mint green for my maid of honor. Don’t you think the colors will be lush for a late summer wedding?”

“Lush,” Spring agreed with a facetious grin. She envisioned herself in a pale yellow or green sheath, looking like a rotund lemon or lime while traipsing down the aisle At least good for a nice squeeze. She chuckled, soothing the ungainly image of herself.

Sitting at the far end of the bench, Deidre nodded. “Sounds pretty to me. I like it.” Deidre glanced at her wristwatch. “Wow! I hate to miss this, but I was due back from lunch ten minutes ago.”

She jumped from the bench. As she did, Spring grabbed for the table as the bench catapulted, toppling her to the ground.

“I hadn’t planned to make my exit quite so quickly,” Spring said, hoping to make a joke of her embarrassment. She gathered her skirt around her knees.

Deidre gaped at Spring seated precariously on the grass. “Spring, I’m so sorry. I never thought about your weight on that end.”

Embarrassment crept up Deidre’s neck and she blurted, “Oh, but I didn’t mean—”

Squirming with her own discomfort, Spring hoisted herself from the pale spring grass. “An accident. Don’t worry about it. It’s easy to forget how picnic benches flip up occasionally. Anyway, hurry, or you’ll be on Mr. Tyler’s list.”

“You’re right.” Deidre grabbed her lunch bag, rushing toward the office door. “See you inside.”

Spring grinned halfheartedly, watching Deidre make her escape. No one meant to mention Spring’s weight, but even the word alone caused everyone a twinge of regret. She knew the extra fifty pounds should come off, but somehow, it never did.

When she worked part-time at the donut shop during college, she had gotten, as she called it, “addicted” to donuts—any kind, all kinds. She chuckled to herself. Nothing eased a lonely evening like a custard-filled donut or two.

Anne gathered her wrappers and threw them in her lunch bag. “I suppose the rest of us should get back.”

“Right,” Carolyn said, rising and heading toward the door.

Spring and Anne stood alone facing each other. Spring studied Anne’s face, aware of her discomfort, and prepared herself for something she had already concluded.

Anne managed a tremulous smile. “Spring, I love you, and you’re my dearest friend, but when I picked out the dresses, I figured that. . .”

“That I’d look like a pastel blimp? I pictured that myself, Anne. Listen, don’t fret. I’m so happy for you nothing could disappointment me.” She smiled brightly, telling Anne the biggest fib she’d ever told. The hurt spilled over inside, flooding her with a mixture of emotions. She felt irritated with herself and with her friend’s exclusion. Yet she understood. Everyone wanted a beautiful wedding—and memorable wedding photographs. Spring would add an air of. . . whimsey, not beauty.

Anne threw her arm around Spring’s shoulder. “I could kill myself for being so brutal. You’re a beautiful person, Spring. You’re a good friend, and I still want you to do something special. I wonder if you’d design my wedding invitations. You’re a great artist. In fact, you don’t belong at Artistic Designs doing commercial art. I remember you sold some of your watercolors when you were in college. You should be a real artist, not one of us.”

Spring took her compliments for what they were—an apology. “I’d be honored to design your invitations, and I don’t want to hear another word.”

She gave Anne a final squeeze and unwrapped herself from her arms. They hurried back inside the building, Anne appearing to float on the warm April air and Spring with her feet in a rut.

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Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Vickie McDonough: Whispers on the Prairie



Writers are often asked where they get their ideas for their stories. That’s a hard question for me to answer because it’s usually difficult to pinpoint when the first seed of an idea for a particular story took root in my mind. Not so with my latest series.



My husband and I visited the Mahaffie Stagecoach Stop in Olathe, Kansas, several years ago when I was searching an idea for a series set in Kansas. Mahaffie’s is much the same today as it was back in the 1860’s, and it is the only stage stop on the Santa Fe Trail that people can still visit. As we toured the Mahaffie’s home, which is 150 years old, and heard stories of the family, it sparked the idea for a series based on a family running a stage stop, and the Pioneer Promises series was born.



The first book in the series is Whispers on the Prairie, which released July 1st. It’s set mostly at a remote, fictional stage stop in eastern Kansas. The Harper family—Ma, Pa, and their three grown sons: Aaron, Josh, and Ethan, as well as Aaron’s two young children—run the stage stop. Life is busy, but the Harpers find contentment in their family, faith, and work. When Sarah, a pretty, young woman from Chicago, gets stranded at the stage stop, turmoil invades the Harpers’ peaceful existence, and men flock to Sarah faster than spinning dust devils.

Though his sister-in-law died several years ago, Ethan still feels responsible. He thinks if he can find a new wife for his oldest brother, Aaron, the guilt will go away—and he believes Sarah is that woman. But the more interest his brother shows Sarah, the more anxious Ethan becomes. A marriage between Aaron and Sarah is what he wants—isn’t it?



Thanks, Cher, for inviting me to be a guest on your blog and for giving me the chance to tell your readers about my latest book.

Vickie McDonough grew up reading horse stories and dreaming of marrying a rancher, instead, she married a computer geek who is scared of horses. But those old dreams have found new life as she pens stories of ranchers, lawmen, and others living in the Old West. Vickie is the award-winning author of 27 books and novellas. Her novel, End of the Trail recently won Best Fiction Novel in the Oklahoma Writers’ Federation Inc’s 2013 contest, and Long Trail Home won the 2012 Booksellers’ Best Award for Inspirational Fiction. Her books have also won the Inspirational Reader's Choice Contest, Texas Gold, the ACFW Noble Theme contest, and she has been a multi-year finalist in ACFW’s BOTY/Carol Awards.

To learn more about Vickie’s books or to sign up to receive her book news, visit her website: www.vickiemcdonough.com



Friday, July 05, 2013

Today is the final day Rain Shadow is FREE for Kindle on amazon



I am so excited to release Rain Shadow for Kindle. If you've read Heaven Can Wait, you met the Neubauer brothers and learned how Anton lost his wife. Now he is looking for a mother for his young son. Once again I took people from different worlds and put them together to see what happened.

Raised by the Lakota Sioux and having traveled with the Wild West Show for many years, Rain Shadow is unprepared for a forced stay at the home of Anton Neubauer while her son recuperates. He is a rock, a man who has lived on and farmed the same several hundred acres since he was young.
Anton needs a mother for his son, but he needs someone domestic and ladylike, not the Smith & Wesson toting female who sets up her teepee in his front yard and whose target practice wakes him at the crack of dawn. But fate, two little boys and two old men conspire to keep them together, and it’s too late to deny their passion once love is part of the equation.

“This intricately woven plot keeps readers turning pages with a smile.”
     Heartland Critiques

“…a beautifully moving novel by an author who knows how to create sympathetic characters.”
     Affaire de Coeur

“…romance that doesn't insult your intelligence, a genuine understanding of the West in the 1800's.”
     amazon reviewer

Rain Shadow has been in the Top 100 Free Kindle books this week!

The exotic Lakota princess Rain Shadow’s proud confidence was appealing, but rare glimpses of vulnerability drew Anton even more surely. As a star attraction in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show, she was unforgettable. If only he’d met her before his heart had turned to stone….


 

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Western Lovers! Emma's Journey by Callie Hutton

Now that Emma Thorpe’s husband has been killed on the wagon train to Oregon, she wants to return to Indiana, but the wagon master has forced her to marry Wagon Scout, Davis Cooper. He wants to make their marriage work; she intends to flee as soon as they arrive at their destination.

Emma Thorpe did not want to leave her life in Indiana to travel to Oregon on a wagon train, but her husband, Peter, had other ideas. Barely three weeks into the trip, Peter is killed, and Emmaline is shocked that the wagon master won’t let her return home.

Wagon Scout Davis Cooper has decided this would be his last scouting trip, he intends to obtain land in the new Oregon territory, find a wife, and start a family.

When the Wagon Master orders Emma and Davis to marry, she rebels, but eventually comes to realize she can’t go it alone, no matter how stubborn she is. But nothing will make her give up her dream to return home.

Can Davis change her mind, and have the life he’s always wanted with his unexpected wife?


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Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Cover Nomination


Land of Dreams got a nomination for the 2013 historical cover awards at the Cover Cafe. Here's a link to go LIKE it: 
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