Back when I was young and foolish – about twenty minutes ago – I thought that the best way to vaunt into the exclusive echelons of “serious writer” status was to mimic The Best. So I tried sounding like John Steinbeck, Anton Chekov, Charles M. Schulz and company. Well, okay. Maybe not Chekov. But every time I sat down to write I’d think, “How would Hemingway or Jane Austen or Charlie Brown approach this?”
Social Media for Writers: Boon or Bane?
Most everyone who’s anyone is singing the praises of social media when it comes to marketing and promotion potential. The amen corner is full of “absolutely!” and “imperative!” when it comes to using social media outlets such as Facebook, Twitter, Linked In and/or web sites to jump-start your writing career or increase book sales. But is social media use helping or harming your writing career?
Answer: It depends. Here are some possible boons and banes.
SOCIAL MEDIA BOONS:
Remember This?
Okay, okay. White Christmas is a bit thin on plot and somewhat sappy in places, but it just isn’t Christmas without Bob Wallace, Phil Davis, and Betty and Judy Haynes in a snowless Vermont. Besides, nobody sings the title tune like ‘ole Bing. Remember this?
What are you ‘dreaming of’ this Christmas?
The Fourth Thursday: A Thanksgiving Story
Prancing and cavorting like a new colt in an open pasture, the fourth Thursday in November is like no other. The holiday trots out laughter, music, sparkling cider, mouth-watering aromas, memories of Mom’s good china and silver service, and “Don’t you dare come to the dinner table dressed like that!”
Thanksgiving in my hometown of San Diego was a day for Dad’s fabulous roast turkey, succulent and perfect, the fancy white linen tablecloth, and Mom’s lime-pineapple Jell-o mold with walnuts. Mom worked so hard on that Jell-o concoction, no one had the heart to tell her we only ate it to be polite. I don’t think any of us kids actually liked it. (It was the walnuts.)
The oldest daughter of four children, it was my job to set the oak table in the dining room – the one reserved for special occasions – and to dig out the His and Her pilgrim candles from the bottom drawer of the china hutch. Mr. and Mrs. Pilgrim presided unlit as our wax Thanksgiving centerpieces for years. (I don’t know what became of them, but suspect they now preside over a big Thanksgiving table in the sky.)
Following the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and endless quarters of football, the fam gathered in the dining room to recount our blessings. We held hands around a table groaning with goodness and bowed our heads as Dad said something like: “Lord, we thank you for your bountiful blessings and the many gifts you’ve bestowed upon this house. Thank you for your love, and for each other. Amen.”
Dad’s blue eyes crinkled as he lifted his head, grabbed the carving knife and grinned. “Send your plates down everybody! Mom, you’ve outdone yourself again!”
The six of us didn’t even dent the Thanksgiving spread Mom laid out every year, a feast that could feed Rome’s legions. Dad was in charge of the turkey and stuffing, but Mom took care of the rest.
“Who wants to go out for a jog?” she’d say after our mid-day meal. Mom ran marathons competitively and usually finished in the top three for her age group. My kid sister Laura and I would join her, lumbering around the block in our shirt sleeves. You can do that in November in San Diego, the “land of endless summer.” We laced into our running shoes while Dad and brothers Jeff and Kurt were glued to a TV screen watching a bunch of college athletes toss a pigskin around a cow pasture.
“How ‘bout dessert?” Jeff inquired upon our return. Six feet tall and 135 pounds soaking wet, Jeff could afford to inquire.
“Pumpkin or mincemeat?” Mom replied, russet hair tumbling around her dark eyes as she strode into the kitchen, a culinary monarch surveying her regal realm. Laura and I grabbed dessert plates and unearthed pies from their refrigerated repose for Mom to slice and serve.
We polished off dessert more than once. Jeff and bean-pole thin kid brother Kurt returned for more as we gathered into the living room for our annual review of a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. In later years, Walton Thanksgiving specials became a family staple.
It’s hard to believe that so many Thanksgivings have come and gone since these holiday classics originally aired. I look back and wonder, “Where did the time go?” I don’t remember the years moving so fast in my younger days. They seem to pile up after five decades, rushing by with avalanche-like alacrity. Just like the holidays.
At last count, the Walton Thanksgiving movies totaled three. Interesting, isn’t it, that not Christmas, Easter, or even Mother’s Day but Thanksgiving inspired three separate movie specials? In one Walton movie Cora Beth Godsey observes, “On Thanksgiving, of all holidays, one should be at home.”
I didn’t agree with the starchy shopkeeper’s wife on much, but without family or friends, Thanksgiving is … well, it’s like Abbott without Costello. Lucy without Ricky. Turkey without… Well. You get the idea.
As autumn glides into winter this year, November seems both full and empty as I find myself at an age where memories stir like Mom’s brown gravy on the Kenmore back burner. Thanksgiving evokes faces and voices from the mists of memory like no other day.
This year’s fourth Thursday will be filled with whispers of grace: kids, counted blessings, feasting, football, friends. Hands clasped around a table groaning with goodness. Hearty “Amens!” Maybe a Waltons re-run or two. But my grandparents, favorite uncles and aunts are all passed on, as are Mom and Dad. My siblings are flung to the four compass corners of the map. I miss them all and feel their absences most acutely between November and December. While we aren’t able to gather around a turkey-and-trimmings table as often we’d like, we hold each other close in our hearts.
And so, more than a thousand miles removed from my southern California roots, Thanksgiving reminiscences remain warm. The holiday is sweeter than Mom’s lime-pineapple Jell-o without the walnuts because I, like Cora Beth Godsey, have learned that wherever my loved ones are on the fourth Thursday in November, I’m Home.
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A non-fiction story, The Fourth Thursday won first place in last year’s Short Story Contest by Christian Creative Writers. It was also featured in the The Wordsmith Journal magazine.
Photo credit: public domain
Missing It
I missed it. One day summer was in full swing. I blinked. Next thing I knew, frost feathered rooftops, morning air started biting and pachyderm clouds unpacked for the duration.
Last year fall seeped off the calendar and slid into winter when I wasn’t looking. And I missed it.
When You Aren’t Lookin’
It’s easy to say that same about writing, isn’t it? It’s easy to slide your writing into “some day.” To get buried in busyness and say, I was going to finish chapter twenty-two today, but… I haven’t actually finished the proposal… I planned to, but… thought about… talked about… considered… maybe…
Yet that novel, article, short story, essay, or writing contest entry sits on your desk or in your hard drive unfinished, poised to creep out the back door when you aren’t lookin’.
Bristling
Some writers I know practically bristle with ideas and unfinished manuscripts. They talk about writing in sentences punctuated with “one of these days” and “when I get around to it” or “when it slows down some.”
Truth? If you’re waiting to write until you “have time” or life “slows down some,” chances are you never will.
Don’t Miss It
Don’t do what I did last fall. Don’t dump your writing on the back burner and leave it there untended. Don’t miss another favorite, be it book, author, opportunity or idea. And don’t feel like you’re alone. I learned from last year. I re-arranged some priorities. Set some new boundaries. I’m working on some new writing projects. And believe you me, fall has taken on a whole new flavor this year – much better than last!
What’s “missing” in your writing? How can you get it back?
‘Where Do We Get Such Men?’: A 9/11 Reflection
Where do we get such men? They leave this ship and they do their job. Then they must find this speck lost somewhere on the sea. When they find it, they have to land on its pitching deck. Where do we get such men?
– RAdm Tarrant, The Bridges at Toko-Ri
It wasn’t unique. In fact, the day was pretty average. Gallons of sunshine poured out of a flawless cyan sky. Temperatures hovered in the nineties. The long, lazy days of summer washed into another school year like breakers on Sunset Beach.
September 11, 2011 was pretty much like every other Indian Summer day in southern California. In other words, it was perfect – until two airliners tore into the Twin Towers.
And America has never been the same.
Amid the shock, confusion and grief, one of the things that stood out on that terrible, tragic day was the quiet. Southern California skies usually hum with air traffic of all shapes of sizes, everything from thundering commercial flights to lumbering military cargo planes to the mosquito whine of light aircraft. It was all gone on September 11, 2001, when the FAA ordered all flights grounded. The result? A suffocating silence, terrible in its unnatural eeriness.
Remember?
Up to my eyeballs in homeschooling and other pursuits, I didn’t even hear about the tragedy until my husband came home from work that evening. “Turn on the news” Chris said when he walked through the door.
“Why?” I said. “What’s going on?”
“Didn’t you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“About New York?” Blank stare.
“Two planes flew into the Twin Towers this morning.”
“Was anyone hurt?” I thought he meant two Cessnas with engine trouble. Someone got confused. Strayed off the flight plan. An accident. Minor injuries and a dozen insurance claims. Turning on the TV, it took about five seconds for reality to sink in.
Years Later
Years later, this event and those responsible are household words. Oceans of ink have been spilled and scores of song, words and commentary have been filed on the subject of 9/11. Documentaries have been produced. Testimonials shared. Solemn memorials observed. And we remember.
Many Americans set September 11 aside as a “day of infamy” – and something else. We mourn the lives lost. But we also remember the heroes. And in remembering, we honor the sacrifices of first responders – law enforcement, firefighters, EMS, and scores of “ordinary” Americans who were anything but. We saw countless Americans go above and beyond the call of duty to protect and serve others.
Remember the days that followed? The fund-raisers? The Red Cross blood drives? Prayer services? An entire country awash in a sea of stars and stripes?
It’s been a few year, but the events of that ‘Indian Summer’ day in September still reverberate. They aren’t quiet. They touched a chord. For those who looked, the immediate aftermath of 9/11 showed America at her best: Generous. Selfless. Resourceful. Resilient and resolute. United. Uncowed.
The Bridges at Toko-Ri is set during the Korean War, but RAdm Tarrant’s question lives. We see answers every day if we know where to look.
How A World-Class Acrophobic Survived Pyramid Peak (sort of) & Writing It Real
Disclaimer: I may have done some pretty stupid things back when I was young and foolish – like yesterday – but nothing like hiking Pyramid Peak. At least not in the last 10 minutes. (Kids, don’t try this at home.)
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You know that saying about “There’s dangerous and doable and then there’s dangerous and stupid?” (If you’ve never heard it before, don’t worry. I just made it up.) Well, guess which category the Pyramid Peak hike fell into?
My husband, aka Snuggle Bunny, and I planned to do what we always do to celebrate our anniversary: hike the hinterlands. I mean, who needs romantic candlelit dinners and tiramisu when you can chug through every mosquito-ridden, rock-strewn traipse known to man in knee-deep mud and cushion your every fall with a nice, thick slab of granite while enjoying The Great Outdoors?
The Best Days
He was one long drink of water. Thirty-ish. Long and lean. Sweat shirt and tennis shoes. Spare as a scarecrow, with enough energy to power Seattle for a fortnight, solo. Maybe more.
It wasn’t quite how I had our Friday planned. It was supposed to be a quick library in and out. Swoop in. Return some checked-out books. Pick up some new ones. Dash out. Head for the nearest Hershey’s with almonds, lickety-split.
But Sarah the Intrepid Youth Services Librarian hornswoggled my son into attending a YA author’s presentation in the downstairs meeting room. Which meant she also hornswoggled me.
Sometimes the best days are unplanned.
Finishing Touches
Hey there, sports fans. It’s that time of year again. Another school year’s in the rear view mirror. Whew. The Stanley Cup’s been awarded – way to go, Kings! – but there’s plenty more summer sports on tap. Baseball. Wimbledon tennis. The Tour de France (Yes, I confess. Been following that epic bicycle race for years).
Ditto summer reading programs. Fresh starts. New projects while the good weather holds and one summer-gilded day glides into the next.
Recent projects around here this summer include putting the finishing touches on my new web site. You won’t find any box scores or time trials here, but if you’re even a teensy-weeny bit partial to Mozart, have I got a deal for you! :)
Visit me at: Kristine Lowder, Author. Don’t forget to leave a comment.
By the way, if you’re an author or know an author looking for some exposure for your work this summer, check out my Author Avalanche page.
In the meantime, Batter up!
Guest Post: ‘Why You Should Never Skimp on Editing Services’
How Professional Editors Can Help
Professional editors became editors for a reason: they want to make better, grammatically-accurate content. They want to help writers reach their goals and love to take weak sentences and polish them into a shine. Professional editors know the market, what sells and what doesn’t, what their readers want to know about, and what style of content best suits their needs. If you’re self-publishing your novel, an investment you should not try to skimp on is editing.
When you become too familiar with your work, you can glaze over obvious errors, miss key plot mistakes, and end up publishing work that lacks readability. A professional editor can look at your work from an outsider’s perspective. They can see what you’re trying to achieve and help you reach it while also helping make it sell to readers. Their experience and knowledge is honestly, invaluable. They see cracks that you may not and their services are worth the high dollar they charge.
Why You Should Pay the Most You Can for the Best Editor
Low-balling or offering less money than you should for editors will show in your work. If you grab a freelance editor that will read your novel for $20, they won’t spend the necessary time to understand it and will give you bad advice. You may save money in the short-term, but your work will for sure suffer.
A great editor is worth the cost because of their reading and editing skills. You can read your work 100 times and still miss the spelling mistake on page 125. They understand where you need changes, what should be cut that doesn’t forward the story, and know the market. If you can only afford $200 for a good editor, make sure they have the best skills available. You want to have someone who will work with you to change your work into something great. You want an editor you can feel comfortable asking stupid questions to that you know will give you the right answers. Someone you can continue to use for any writing you have in the future. Editing really can change your story from a great promise to a throw away.
Online Proofreaders for Penny Pinchers
Money may be tight for you right now and hiring a good editor is out of reach. There are free proofreading tools, such as Grammarly, that find mistakes in your work while teaching you how to overcome your most common errors. Although it doesn’t cost a dime, Grammarly provides top tier services to writers. It can check for plagiarism, grammar, punctuation, offer stylistic changes, teach you how to avoid mistakes, and teach you new writing techniques. It also offers a community for writers to connect through their question and answer boards. I’ve used the boards a few times and the response was fast, friendly, and correct. Grammarly offers everything a writer needs without the expense.
Editors are Here to Help
Editors want to help you and can push you to be a better writer. Many famous writers, including Stephen King, have been using the same editor for years. They find a good fit and stick with them. Editors also offer excellent advice on where the market is going, style, and PR. They can help you find the right people to promote your book while making it your best possible material. Cheap editors may not always know what’s the best direction for your material and they don’t offer all the same quality services. You don’t have to break the bank to get a great editor but you also shouldn’t sacrifice the quality of your manuscript over a few dollars.
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About Nikolas:
Nikolas discovered his love for the written word in Elementary School, where he started spending his afternoons sprawled across the living room floor devouring one Marc Brown children’s novel after the other and writing short stories about daring pirate adventures. After acquiring some experience in various marketing, business development, and hiring roles at internet startups in a few different countries, he decided to re-unite his professional life with his childhood passions by joining Grammarly’s marketing team in San Francisco. He has the pleasure of being tasked with talking to writers, bloggers, teachers, and others about how they use Grammarly’s online proofreading application to improve their writing. His free time is spent biking, traveling, and reading.
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