Every Writer needs a Third Eye

I do a little line and copy editing for friends now and then, and I must admit, it’s something I actually find fun. Maybe it’s the academic in me, but I love snipping away at a manuscript, honing and sharpening, inserting the strong verb or perfect descriptor, shaping and fine-tuning it into the tightest prose possible. I firmly believe that every writer, no matter the level of expertise or years doing it, needs an independent eye to stand back and view the work objectively, as you can readily tell the ones who go it alone. I can’t tell you the authors I no longer read because their bestseller stature affords them a no-edit clause in their contracts. More often than not, their writing is hardly the sharply written prose it used to be, but instead rambling, wordy and often enough, just plain boring. I can think of one best-selling romance author whose books I used to buy as soon as they came out, no back-cover reading necessary. The last one I tried to finish three times, but it was so redundant and rambling every attempt ended with me hurling it against the wall. It sat on my shelf for two years before I finally gave up and donated it to the local high school’s book drive. I’ll probably never buy her again. Which is a shame, because she’s a great storyteller and with some editing, her books could’ve been wonderful again. The point of this is, of course, everyone needs an editor, as much as our writing ego bucks against it. If you’ve been writing for years and think you don’t, dahling, think again.

Case in point, this friend of mine whose short story I was giving a read-through this past weekend before she submitted it to her agent. A publisher was interested, but only if she lengthened it to novella. She had written it a few years back, before she won some awards and published three novels. She was pretty satisfied how the rewrite turned out, but she was still short in word count, so she asked me if I could suggest places where she might lengthen it. I said sure, offering to also give it a line-edit while I was at it. Since she’s a pretty experienced writer, I thought I’d have it done in a snap.

I was wrong.

By page four, each screen was so covered in edits and Track Changes suggestions I gave up. If I didn’t she’d either hate me or think I was trying to rewrite her book. Which I honestly wasn’t, as the plot was tight, and what was going on in the first scene piqued my interest. But it was so static, so removed, so telling and not showing it read like a laundry list and was, quite frankly, dull. The thing was it didn’t have to be, as this writer knows how to write it better, and has proved over and over she could do it. The thing was, she was working on an old manuscript, and quite methodically, allowed the logic of her less seasoned way of writing stand in the first scene, logic from before she had the benefit of an editor to draw out the more descriptive writer inside her. But as any experienced novelist knows, if you don’t make the first scene pop, you’re never going to get the reader – or the editor – to the next. And hers just wasn’t happening. To prove my point even further, I skipped ahead to a scene she had just added, which clipped along and sizzled with the passion I had long expected from her. But being so close to the work, she couldn’t see it. And understandably hit the roof when my wall-to-wall edits smacked her in the face.

Seeing that, it’s really easy to feel crushed, to declare yourself a terrible writer, to sink to the depths of suckidom. To swear up and down and four ways to Tuesday you’ll never write again. Period. But that’s such a copout, when really all you have to do is do the work. Writers think they write for their readers, but surprise! In the beginning, you’re really writing for your editor, as without that third eye, chances are, you’re never going to be good enough to get it out to your audience. We think we’re all fabulous because we have this scenario playing out in 3D in our heads and don’t realize what we leave out, because our brains are compensating for the omissions. But it takes an experienced editor to visualize those nuances and draw them out from the writer, making our work more complete and in the end, what we all want–salable.

Now get to work.

Trudy

January in my Jersey

Okay, I guess it’s pretty stupid of me to post this picture online knowing it’s like leaving a bag of money on a public bench. I bet it won’t be ten minutes before someone absconds with it. Oh go ahead; I don’t really care. I have a hundred more like them and besides, I also happen to have the real thing. This is what January looks like in my New Jersey, about two weeks ago, and at about four o’clock in the afternoon. The pink cast to the horizon, lingering just around the waterline, is absolutely breathtaking, and I’m sure there’s some scientific explanation to it, but this time of year it always seems to be there late in the afternoon. It’s even more luminous when you’re looking at it in person. I like to go to the shore this time of year as it’s so quiet and unsullied the nature can’t help but inspire you.  So what do I do? I go back to the house–which is decidedly NOT suitable for winter (no matter how much insulation there is!)–and hole up to write. Now why should I do that when there’s empty beach, rolling waves and shorebirds you never see in the summer? Because it’s derriere-kickin’ COLD out there in all that landscape! Quick! bring on the hot toddies! I need to codicil this with some liquid inspiration!

Here’s another. Feel free to steal for your wallpaper.

Trudy

My State of the Union Wishlist

This evening I head off to a local hotel for a State of the Union Watch Party with the county Democratic Committee. They’ll be food and drink (and a cash bar, darn, but at least they’ll BE one!), and no doubt, a lot of schmooze. Just the kind of chew ‘n chat that I’ve been craving for a good while now, after feeling a bit bereft amid all the GOP hoohah going on. Seems like you can’t turn on a TV or open the homepage without being greeted by a new accusatory revelation from the current GOP Savior of the Week. And now with Newt and Mitt running neck and neck, the fur’s really flying, each flinging so much vitriol I’m half thinking their next accusation will be the other lunches on small children. I can’t wait for the day when the primary’s over and these two snuggle up to each other just like two partisian peas in a pod, as if history’s proved anything, it’s that it’s a cardinal sin in the Republican Party to be contrary. Just ask John Boehner. That man’s had more smackdowns than Wladimir Klitschko’s punching bag. But I digress…

As a liberal, I must say there are a few things that I’d like to hear in President Obama’s speech tonight, things that have been on the back burner for too long now. As an educator and a member of the fading middle class, I’d like to see an increase in Pell Grants and a new push for the Jobs program, some of the budget to go for infrastructure repair (aided by steel forged in the U.S. and not China) funded by more decreases in military spending, and a new push toward universal health care, maybe even using Romneycare as an example. Instead of the scientific de-evolution the GOP seems bent on, I’d like to see a reawakening in the study of climate change, new energy, medicine, information and all forms of research and development, so the U.S. once again leads the world in technology. And if we’re going to give tax breaks to anyone it should be the ones who are actually creating something, be it products or jobs, and not to the ones simply making money off of money.

Just a few simple requests. That’s not too much to ask, is it? Sure, the United States is the land of opportunity, and we should have the freedom to pursue it. But that should include every one of us, and not only the ones who can pay to play atop the field.

Trudy

Writing the Dread Query - Revisited

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Although they’ve been known to give the most seasoned of writers the yips, the fact remains if you want to be published, sooner or later, you’re going to have to write a Query Letter. Now don’t get your knickers in a twist–they really aren’t that horrid, as long as you follow these few easy steps. I had initially posted this info last summer but I think it bears repeating, and with a few updates to bring us up to speed…

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January the Jejune

Forgive me, but this post is guaranteed to be boring. It’ll be as boring as the photo to the left, as boring as the gray between the bare trees, as bored as I am even writing it. Sorry, but  lately January has been about as exciting as white toast, and I don’t anticipate it getting any more scintillating for the foreseeable future. The phone doesn’t ring, the email icon doesn’t change, the calendar stays blank. Either everyone’s still suffering a New Year’s hangover or it’s really just that dull. Why even the fact it’s Friday the 13th doesn’t raise the pulse. There’s just nothing going on, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I mean we’re nearly halfway into January and here in South Jersey, we haven’t even had our first snowstorm–no state of emergency, no weather forecasts predicting snowmageddon, not even a bread-and-milk-run flash mob at the local supermarket. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Just a boring succession of similarities, day in and day out. Even the sun can’t work up enough Vitamin D to show itself. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….

Or maybe it’s just me. I have to consider the possibility. Perhaps it’s time I face up to the fact that no one wants to listen to what I say, that I’m either too pedestrian or too out of the mainstream. Then again, maybe out there beyond the gray and stillness, there’s this whole world of hidden activity going on, thriving with spontaneity and life, where all the über trendies circulate, saying smart things and thinking seminal thoughts. Which makes the joke on me because then it’s not dull or boring out there at all–it’s really just dull and boring in here, because everyone out there is living it up. Without me.

Hmm…sounds like a conspiracy. Either that or this continual lack of sunlight has finally done a number on my brain. Or maybe, just maybe, my invitation just didn’t get here yet. That maybe it’s in the mail. And when it finally gets here my life’s going to bust wide open. That when it does, I’ll be so busy I’ll be longing for these days of inactivity, when life was slow and easy and oh-so-dull.

Oh, yes. That’s got to be it. At least that’s what I’ll to tell myself: the invite’s in the mail. So I best rest up. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…..

…Trudy

Five reasons why I’m glad it’s January

First off–and I’m not even going to count it as part of my list–is being I’m back at this blog! Phew! it’s been a long time, and I was even starting to feel separation anxiety, my brain boiling with fertile ideas I wasn’t able to exploit. But I’ve done a lot in these last few weeks, including a bit of traveling and spending myself even broker. Still, I did start on a new novel, or at least go back to one I finished a while back to update, and hopefully send it to making the rounds very soon. But for the meantime, I get to contemplate why I’m so darn happy it’s the first month of the year!

1. Holidays–DONE! – So thrilled to be able to say that! Look, I’m no Grinch, but don’t they always end up being a tad anti-climatic? True, I love getting together with friends and family, and the Christmas tree always looks so fab in my living room. But this year I indulged in even more crapola than I usually do, and there’s STILL cookies and candy lurking in my larder waiting to attach to my hips. Doesn’t help I’m going away this weekend, to engage in no-doubt another food and potent potable frenzy. The rate I’m going I’ll need to be chained to my stationary bike for a month to get my girlish figure back on track.

2. It’s Primary Season! – Sure I’m a Democrat, but holy cats! how much fun can you have with your clothes on, watching the Republicans eat their own? Talk about budget cutting–the Pro-Newt PAC “Winning Our Future” just chopped the Dem’s war chest expenses in half by producing that smoochy paen to Mitt Romney, King of Bain. Who says bipartisanship is dead!

3. Bill Maher’s Back! – Sorry, but it’s not enough watching Hardball every Monday through Friday. I also need a serious infusion of funny every Friday night to make it through the week. Thank your lucky stars Bill’s there to take up the slack, or we just might end up taking this whole politico thing seriously.

4. Masterpiece Classic – Okay, indulge me with two television references in a row, but there’s just something to be said for the quality of it on Sunday night. For a good portion of the other three seasons, I’m hooked on whatever HBO’s showing, but come winter my heart goes back to my roots. And this season it’s especially smitten with the Brit import Downton Abbey, a sumptuous Edwardian soaper of the highest water. You’d have to pry the remote from my cold, dead fingers to get me to switch stations.

5. Oh, okay–my Students – Maybe it’s the crack-of-dawn rising I miss, or the scent of dry-erase markers squeaking across the whiteboard, but alas, I miss being at school. I did have the quick infusion of teaching a graduate workshop, but it’s not the same as seeing those eager freshmen faces all in neat little rows, pencils at the ready, staring deeply into…their phones. Still, once in a while I crack their own personal sound barrier and make a difference. Especially when I show a movie in class or let them out early. Oh, how they love me then!

It’s so great to be back!

Trudy