Nesting

I've discovered a similarity between

Bowerbirds,

those fascinatingly compulsive artists of the bird world

and

pregnant women.

Or, at least,

obsessively-creative-and-due-in-a-week

pregnant women.

Here are pictures of my nest:

Art includes a few of my watercolors

and an original from my brother Jesse Joshua Watson on the far wall.

I found the crib second-hand and "aged" it

with crayons to blend in the scratches.

Ribbon scrap mobiles for "Sugar Snack"

and his newly arriving sister

Baby booties fashioned from old clothes

Bulletin boards for "Sugar Snack" and his new roommate

The nest is feathered,

my blog fingers are at low tide

as I wait

to meet

baby Pray...

First Drafts

Sugar Snack finally made it through an art session

without eating crayons.

His sheer delight at his first masterpiece

reminds me

of how joyful it is to create.

Take a first draft, for example:

it's buoyed with hope,

unencumbered by revision slogging,

a fresh treasure chest of untapped potential.

I often find myself smiling

while scribbling at new sketches

or a new project.

We are made for this,

to leave a sparkling trail of creation behind us,

jewels of ourselves,

beauty for the world.

What accomplishments give you joy?

a beautiful meal, new sketches,

a clever light bulb moment,

seeds planted

... ?

Great Books!

After enjoying a delicious read in Dreamdark: Blackbringer by Laini Taylor,

I feasted on her second novel, Dreamdark: Silksinger.

Brilliant!

No wonder she's getting kudos all over the place for her work.

Lips Touch, Laini's latest book was a National Book award finalist.

It's a collections of three richly woven stories which

all hinge on a kiss.

Laini Taylor's books are clever jewels

set off with gorgeous illustrations

by her husband Jim Di Bartolo.

I promised to share notes from Laini's talk on plotting

at the SCBWI Western Washington conference this spring.

Better yet - she's posted it on her blog

(in three parts: 1, 2 and 3).

What are you reading lately?

The Book of Names, Part I

I wanted to be a color-namer.

I mean, it's all in the packaging, isn't it?

Who wants to paint "off-white" walls when they could paint "frothy cappuccino" ?

When you're looking for the right crayon, doesn't

"moldy hay" speak to you more than "yellow"?

I started a notebook of names when I was fifteen.

It's scribbled with

gushy names I liked as an adolescent

and progressed to

names in various languages,

pages of name meanings

and

words to remember

(garish, torrent, celerity, behoove, hoopla, congeal).

I still use it.

When struck with a great color name, I jot it down in the Book of Names.

When on a name hunt for characters, I crack open the Book of Names.

And when a new storkling is on the way,

I frantically circle and cross out and make notes and panic over choosing the perfect name. Thankfully there are nine months in that process.

I'm horribly relieved I didn't have a child at fifteen when I was convinced "Opal Starlet" was the most fantastically romantic name ever (multiple underlinings and several exclamation points here).

How do you name your characters?

And since we haven't played word games for awhile,

why don't we throw out some

original color names?

My favorite color names today: Yellow teeth. Slaughterhouse. Rusty nail. Gangrene.

Rain!

It's been raining all week.

"Pip" declared she hated rain.

Hate rain?

This is the Northwest!

We're supposed to get rain - great drenchings of it.

That's why I live here. That's why it's green here.

Rain is practically my secret superhero power.

I think I was born under a storm cloud. I glow when it's gloomy out.

Being fully convinced that it's never too early to brainwash, I ordered everyone into boots and slickers, called for umbrellas, and marched the gang outside.

Nothing like a good splashy rain party

topped off by hot baths and cocoa

to foster a love for all things wet and soppy.

"Any child loves rain if it's allowed to go out and paddle about in it."

- C.S. Lewis, That Hideous Strength

Writing Tips

Publication is only one of the reasons we write. We write because we are writers. We write because we love to write."

- Karen Cushman.

Here are more lovely morsels from that magical session with Newbery novelist Karen Cushman.

Karen Cushman's Tips For Writers:

1. Show Up:

Have a writing place and time. Keep showing up.

2. Pay Attention :

Read.

Read 100 books like the one you want to write.

Read what you love and ask yourself why you love it.

Read books, blogs, magazines, news.

Listen.

Join a writing group.

Read your own work aloud over & over & over.

3. Tell the Truth :

Know your characters and connect with them.

Research.

Find the truth of your writing self, your view, your voice.

4. Ignore the Outcome :

Quiet your inner critic.

Write what you always wanted to read.

Write with passion, from your heart, to bring something to people.

Publication is only one of the reasons we write.

We write because we are writers.

We write because we love to write.

"I write what I can. That is my responsibility." - Flannery O'Connor

Words are sacred. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones, in the right order, you can nudge the world a little." - Tom Stoppard

Along with all the rich advice, Karen urged us to go out and make our own rules.

What writerly rules do you live by?

Shoe Houses

Chalk it all up to "getting to know your characters."

I had an amazing chance to hear Karen Cushman speak last week.

That is, twice Newbery-crowned lady of historical fiction, Karen Cushman of "The Midwife's Apprentice" and "Catherine, Called Birdy" shared her rules for writers.

Great stuff, indeed.

I felt my brain grow two sizes bigger as she drove home diligent concepts of

grace and flow in writing.

Inspired, I am hard at work...

or rather, I am in deep play with my characters.

I've discovered the Small family

is more complicated than I thought.

Think Jane Austen meets Dickens via modern paper dolls.

Remember the notoriously absent Mr. Small?

He took the train to work

the day after baby Ivy was born.

What with the Great Middlesborough Train Collision that very day on his line,

he is commonly thought

to be deceased.

The village of Dibbledip

is astir with eager gentlemen

all waiting for Millie Small to throw off her widow's weeds.

Boris Kerputnik, wealthy bachelor with ties to Russian royalty

lives nearby

in a silver Samovar.

He strolls by to hang over the fence

and chat about himself

while Millie hangs up her washing.

He does not do manual labor but has a wealth

of ideas on how Millie should tidy up the shambling yard

and shoe abode.

For her birthday Boris gave Millie a ruby necklace, fur cape and crocodile shoes.

With barely time to scrape herself off the floor at day's end,

Millie was not wooed.

She tucked his gift into the Pawn-pile to pay for groceries.

...

Writing advice I've heard from clever authors lately

(thank you Karen Cushman, Laini Taylor, Janet Lee Carey, Richard Jesse Watson)

that positively echoes with importance:

get to know your characters.

Get to know the main characters and small ones.

Find out what they eat, their favorite colors, their slang words, speech impediments, childhood heroes, secret fears, preferred methods of transport.

But how?

How do you get to know your characters?

We're trying paper-dolls and shoe-houses over here.

More Small stories later.

What are your secrets to knowing your characters?