Tuesday, October 10, 2017
PlotOber--When NaNoWriMo Really Begins
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
The Magic Five: Using Bell's Super Structure
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Plot Points and Planning for NaNoWriMo
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Scene
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Where
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Who
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When
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Point of scene
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What happens
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1
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Store
back lot near home
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Kitty,
Maudie, truck driver
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mid-morning
on a week day
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Kill
Kitty but not make it too awful (absurd death)
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Dog
food truck accidentally dumps pallet of dog food on Kitty and Maudie while
the dog is checking out a male dog of interest
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2
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Store
back lot near home
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Kitty,
Maudie, truck driver, police, paramedics
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mid-morning
on a week day
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Show
Kitty as a walk-in soul who will still be part of her family. If she went
into one of the other people, she’d be separated from them.
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Kitty
panics when she realizes she is dead & the dog is gravely injured. She
slams her soul into Maudie. The dog resists her but is too weak to fend Kitty
off entirely. She hangs onto her body, too.
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3
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Vet hospital
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Kitty/Maudie, Vet, tech, Robb, Brian,
Calista
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Early
afternoon, day of accident
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Kitty isn’t hurt in mind, but she is
frantic about how to let the family know she’s alive
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Licks
family members, whines, as she tries to let them know who she really is; they
take it as sweet she knows them; worried about her pains
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4
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Vet hospital
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Tech, Kitty/Maudie
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One week after the accident
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Kitty
shows her human side
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Tech
spills coffee and she laps it up while he gets a towel; doesn’t suspect the
dog; happens again so tech slips her coffee everyday thinking it’s a weird
side effect of anesthesia or the pain
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Monday, November 8, 2010
Color Wheel Relations
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
Not to get too political, but it’s the season, eh?
I have always been struck by Chagall’s work. He touches me deep in my soul. I resonate to the richness of his palate and the magnitude of his vision. Have you seen his mosaics in downtown Chicago? Amazing!
When I happened across this quote somewhere, it too struck a chord. Of course, on the surface the quote is about the color wheel we all learned about in school. Shades can be together in a room thus blues, purples, greens—they all harmonize. But for energy, we put red and green together, opposites on the color wheel, and magic happens.
Politically, I fear that we are in for more of the same bitterness and divisiveness that has dominated both Arizona and national politics for decades. Why can’t we all just get along? As an educator, I couldn’t choose not to teach certain children because they were unlike me. I couldn’t choose to disregard the opinions of other teachers who disagreed with me. We all had to work together, because it was about the children. Not about me. Not about you. Not about a philosophy. We came together around a common goal and found common ground so we could move forward.
The issues confronting our states and nation are mammoth. So call me naïve, but isn’t it the legislators’ job to solve the problems not focus on how they can begin campaigning now for the next election? Do the work you are being paid for, and do it not because of the pay, but do the work because anything else should be unacceptable. Legislators, find common ground and the solutions we desperately need to get out of this mess. Be the red and green and make magic happen.
Compromise is not a four-letter word!
Benjamin Franklin said, “Compromisers may not make great heroes, but they do make great democracies.” Yep!
Considering the Chagall quote in writing terms, think of how the quest for this quote could be the theme of your next novel. People similar to one another get along just great, but the opposites-attract scenarios spice up the action. It is one thing to tolerate one so different from you. To love that person, well, that takes some work. Think of the plot points you can exploit! Write Away, Reader!
Friday, November 5, 2010
When one door closes (or isn't there) . . .
A new beginning. Pastablilities.
Maybe changing the name of the book will make it easier to re-think how I am going to write a murder mystery that is mysterious.
I only had about a third of the book to finish. My red herrings were being cleared and others were deepening so I could conceal my killer’s identity. I knew who was doing what when. I wrote almost all the ending chapter so I’d know for sure where I was headed in the ones leading up to it.
When I got back to the killer and started to reveal his involvement, it hit me. He wouldn’t kill his boss over the motive I had identified. He is a grifter and a poser. He would simply melt away as he had in all his previous lives. Killing his boss was not his M.O.
I sent a chapter to Sandy and Annie, members of Pens Afire, my critique group. “This is the last chapter of Impastable I am sending you. I am abandoning this book and moving on to another one. My killer’s motive isn’t one. Talk me down, Ladies!”
Aren’t critique partners amazing? Sandy and Annie seriously confronted my problem as if it were their own. I felt trapped in a room with no exit, and they found a trap door that can very possibly salvage the book. All I have to do is write it!
I am changing the book title, the killer, and the motivation.
Piece of cake, as we in the culinary mystery book biz say.




