The purpose of this blog has evolved over the years. Initially I created it to promote my soon to be released E book--The Sweater Curse. (The Sweater Curse was released in 2010--and I've recently obtained the rights. I've added to the manuscript. It is now novel-length. And I'm currently looking for a publisher for this thriller.)
How do I do that? I struggled to answer that question. And I thought I'd found an answer... Blog endlessly about the book. But this strategy bored even me.
Soon I was ready to try something else. So I began to create posts that where related to the book. The protagonist of The Sweater Curse is a knitwear designer. So I interviewed knitwear designers. I thoroughly enjoyed helping to promote their businesses. And I began sharing the hand knitting patterns I'd designed. I was making a career transition from knitwear designer to author. And I felt that my blog was the prefect place for me to showcase my past success. I was very proud of my designs and I enjoyed sharing them with you but... Recently I've been receiving feedback that has made me think that by including my patterns here I'm muddying the waters. Am I a knitwear designer or an author? Have no doubt I am an author. So for the sake of purity of purpose and to enhance clarity I will be removing these patterns from my blog in 2014.
Though I knew this change was necessary, I was still a little uneasy about it. Would it mean less traffic? Did I have the right to make this change knowing that so many people enjoyed my patterns? These worries and more raced around in my head--until I read Victoria Grefer article 4 Tips to Blog Your Best
What will become of my hand knitting patterns? I'm still trying to answer that questions...
In 2014 I will reduce the number of times I post on this blog from three times a week to two. Thursday and Friday are too close together. If I post late on Thursday and early on Friday it's like I didn't post on Thursday.
And besides with my new clarity of focus there is no 'without a pen'. This is an author's blog.
Monday's theme will be 'my author journey.' Each Monday I'll post about the events I attend; the things I learn and the stories I read and write.
On Guest Post Friday I will continue to help to promote those in the publishing industry--authors, publishers, editors, and...
This entire article can be summarized into two sentences: Leanne Dyck's blog is a writing blog. Leanne Dyck is a writer.
2014 will be an exciting year. I'm looking forward to sharing it with you.
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Next post (Friday): Literature As An Oppositional Disorder by Ernest Hekkanen
On this blog, neurodivergent (dyslexic) author Leanne (Willetts) Dyck ("dihck") publishes her short stories for adults and children. She is writing (picture books and middle grade fiction) for children, (memoirs and upmarket fiction) for adults and knitting books. Thank you for visiting and sharing this blog. Your support is greatly appreciated.
Monday, December 30, 2013
2014 blog plans
Friday, December 27, 2013
Guest Post Author Carrie Snyder
Carrie Snyder's latest book -- The Juliet Stories -- was a finalist for the 2012 Governor General's Award for fiction, and her novel, Girl Runner, was published in Canada by House Anansi.
How/why did you start to write?
I’ve wanted to be a writer since I started reading books (or
perhaps slightly thereafter, when I realized that the books I loved reading
were written by people called writers). I love words, language, ideas. I seem
to have infinite patience for the technical challenges of writing books:
crafting characters and story in ways that use carefully deliberated structure
to create momentum, suspense, surprise, pleasure, and emotion for the reader.
How did you become an author?
My first published poems were written when I was 16 and
still in high school, and were published three years later in a well-respected
Canadian literary journal. Over the years I’ve had many mentors who have
encouraged and guided me, including teachers and editors. My first job after
graduating from U of Toronto with an MA in English Literature was in the books
section of the National Post newspaper. This was an excellent crash course on
the publishing industry. The steps to becoming a published author are too
tedious to recount here, but suffice it to say that there were rejections and
disappointments along the way, but I found an agent, who sold my first book,
Hair Hat, to Penguin Canada, and it was published when I was 29. I never gave
up, despite rejection.
What was your first published piece?
Two untitled poems, published in The New Quarterly. Small
literary magazines are enormously important in the life of a beginning writer.
Enough cannot be said about the hard-working, eagle-eyed, supportive, gentle,
warmly enthusiastic editors who nurture new writers and help bring them to
maturity.
How long ago?
My first poems appeared in 1994. My first book was published
a decade later in 2004.
What did you do before embarking on your writing career?
Was it an asset to your writing? How?
I always intended to be a writer. I aimed myself at
developing a career as a fiction writer from a very early age. I have degrees
in English Literature, and my only real “job-job” was at the National Post,
where I worked in the books section, and then later as a copy editor, and also
wrote for the arts section. A great deal of reading and writing – any form of
writing – can only be an asset to one’s career as a writer.
What inspires you?
I love a good story. And I love an iconoclastic character,
perhaps an outsider, or someone who pushes the boundaries of convention in
their time. I read the obituaries faithfully. I’m fascinated by how we make
choices in our lives, and how bound we humans are by our own flaws; but also
how adversity is overcome, painful rifts mended sometimes, and sometimes really
beautiful things happen against all odds. I love the flaws in a character,
almost as much as the strengths. Flaws are what make us interesting.
Relationships are fascinating too. We are who we are in relation to others.
Parting words
Thanks for your interest in my books and my blog,
Leanne. Good luck with your own writing!
(Thank you for the well wishes. It was a pleasure having you visit.)
author photo taken by Nancy Forde
Visit Carrie Snyder's popular blog: Obscure CanLit Mama
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Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Yuletide Blog by Leanne Dyck
For me, Christmas is a time of introspection. Every year, Christmas arrives with a message. As I contemplated the festive season this year, I was taken to three places...
Set the scene: Christmas carols played at a loud volume
red, blue, yellow--bright lights
shoppers pushing, shoving rushing to the check-out counter
Over-riding it all, an authoritative voice demanding, "Buy. Buy. Buy. Spend. Spend. Spend. Fill those shopping bags. Now! Now!"
Filled with anxiety, I realize, I will will never be enough. There will always be a present that isn't purchased...an event unattended...an expectation unmet...
Set the scene: wood pews
candlelight
hymns
A voice preaches, "The reason for the season is..."
I listen and am encouraged to acknowledge what I have...
Love, support, belonging, potential for growth, purpose, creativity, friendship, faith, community, pleasure, inspiration, happiness, harmony...
The list continues and as it does I'm overcome by a feeling of abundance--of thankfulness.
Set the scene: cold
moonlight
silence
No voice, only my thoughts.
What lessons can the dark teach me? What do I take with me into the dark? What do I lose? What do I gain? Why do I need to be so busy, to clutter my life? What am I compensating for? What emotions am I suppressing? Why isn't this enough?
One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. -Carl Jung
Carrying the lantern of our spirit before us, we must enter the darkness of our troubles if we are to drink clearly again from the source. This is making the darkness conscious. The Book of Awakening by Mark Nepo
Amongst my great grandmother's possessions, I found a copy of a short story. The author's name and the date of publication are lost in the dust of time. It is an old story, written by an unknown author but it speaks to me. I hope you enjoy it...
The wintry winds blew, and the proud waves of the Atlantic Ocean beat hard against a steamer outward bound for the American shore. Despite all the efforts of her skilled captain and willing crew, she was driven on the rocks and wrecked. Part of the passengers were saved by being put off in the boats, but the greater number sank with the vessel in the stormy deep.
Among those who were in the ill-fated vessel, was a mother and her only daughter, a bright girl of ten years. They had left England's shores with bright hopes and prospects before them. A comfortable home awaited them in the far West, and her husband and father waited to welcome them at New York, on the arrival of the vessel.
But, alas, these fair hopes were rudely dashed to the ground by the sad news of the fearful shipwreck.
When all hope of saving the vessel was abandoned, and the boats were put out, they were quickly filled. Among those who stood on the storm-swept deck, was the fond mother, with the child, grasped by the hand, eagerly watching for a place in the fast-filling boat.
"Room for one more, but only one," cried the brave sailor, as he handed the female passengers over the ship's side. There was a minute's silent suspense, then the fond mother warmly kissing her child, handed her into his strong arms, and in another moment the boat with its occupants disappeared in the surf. Before it was possible to return, the wreck had sunk, and all on board perished, among the number, that brave faithful mother, who lost her own life to save the life of her only child.
Distracted with grief, the heart-broken father mourned the loss of his wife and child, until the morning papers told of the safety of a boat with twelve of the passengers, among whom was a girl of ten years. He hurried to the spot, and with a thankful heart, clasped his daughter to his bosom. ...
Years passed away. The child of ten had become a fine young woman of twenty-five years, and was on a visit to the old country to see her friends and kindred there. In the fine old country house where her beloved mother had spent her childhood, there were many objects of interest, which her aged grandmother pointed out, recalling memories of the past, but there was one above all others of which she never seemed to tire, and on which for hours she could only look with tearful admiration. It was the picture of her mother. As her eyes fell upon it for the first time, she burst into a flood of tears, and grasping her grandmother's hand, she said, "I live because she died."
***
Next post: Interview with Carrie Snyder--whose latest book, The Juliet Stories, was a finalist for the 2012 Governor General's Award for fiction.
Set the scene: Christmas carols played at a loud volume
red, blue, yellow--bright lights
shoppers pushing, shoving rushing to the check-out counter
Over-riding it all, an authoritative voice demanding, "Buy. Buy. Buy. Spend. Spend. Spend. Fill those shopping bags. Now! Now!"
Filled with anxiety, I realize, I will will never be enough. There will always be a present that isn't purchased...an event unattended...an expectation unmet...
Set the scene: wood pews
candlelight
hymns
A voice preaches, "The reason for the season is..."
I listen and am encouraged to acknowledge what I have...
Love, support, belonging, potential for growth, purpose, creativity, friendship, faith, community, pleasure, inspiration, happiness, harmony...
The list continues and as it does I'm overcome by a feeling of abundance--of thankfulness.
Set the scene: cold
moonlight
silence
No voice, only my thoughts.
What lessons can the dark teach me? What do I take with me into the dark? What do I lose? What do I gain? Why do I need to be so busy, to clutter my life? What am I compensating for? What emotions am I suppressing? Why isn't this enough?
One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. -Carl Jung
Carrying the lantern of our spirit before us, we must enter the darkness of our troubles if we are to drink clearly again from the source. This is making the darkness conscious. The Book of Awakening by Mark Nepo
Amongst my great grandmother's possessions, I found a copy of a short story. The author's name and the date of publication are lost in the dust of time. It is an old story, written by an unknown author but it speaks to me. I hope you enjoy it...
The wintry winds blew, and the proud waves of the Atlantic Ocean beat hard against a steamer outward bound for the American shore. Despite all the efforts of her skilled captain and willing crew, she was driven on the rocks and wrecked. Part of the passengers were saved by being put off in the boats, but the greater number sank with the vessel in the stormy deep.
Among those who were in the ill-fated vessel, was a mother and her only daughter, a bright girl of ten years. They had left England's shores with bright hopes and prospects before them. A comfortable home awaited them in the far West, and her husband and father waited to welcome them at New York, on the arrival of the vessel.
But, alas, these fair hopes were rudely dashed to the ground by the sad news of the fearful shipwreck.
When all hope of saving the vessel was abandoned, and the boats were put out, they were quickly filled. Among those who stood on the storm-swept deck, was the fond mother, with the child, grasped by the hand, eagerly watching for a place in the fast-filling boat.
"Room for one more, but only one," cried the brave sailor, as he handed the female passengers over the ship's side. There was a minute's silent suspense, then the fond mother warmly kissing her child, handed her into his strong arms, and in another moment the boat with its occupants disappeared in the surf. Before it was possible to return, the wreck had sunk, and all on board perished, among the number, that brave faithful mother, who lost her own life to save the life of her only child.
Distracted with grief, the heart-broken father mourned the loss of his wife and child, until the morning papers told of the safety of a boat with twelve of the passengers, among whom was a girl of ten years. He hurried to the spot, and with a thankful heart, clasped his daughter to his bosom. ...
Years passed away. The child of ten had become a fine young woman of twenty-five years, and was on a visit to the old country to see her friends and kindred there. In the fine old country house where her beloved mother had spent her childhood, there were many objects of interest, which her aged grandmother pointed out, recalling memories of the past, but there was one above all others of which she never seemed to tire, and on which for hours she could only look with tearful admiration. It was the picture of her mother. As her eyes fell upon it for the first time, she burst into a flood of tears, and grasping her grandmother's hand, she said, "I live because she died."
***
Next post: Interview with Carrie Snyder--whose latest book, The Juliet Stories, was a finalist for the 2012 Governor General's Award for fiction.
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Monday, December 23, 2013
Bare knitting needles by Leanne Dyck
What's on my needles?
Nothing. They are bare. No freshly cast on stitches. No nearing completion project. No... Nothing...
A few months ago I was experiencing sharp pain in my wrists. The pain increased after I knit. I went to see my doctor. She directed me to a clinic where my condition was assessed--an electric current was placed on my carpal tunnel. It felt like being tasered--I think, I've never been tasered. The clinic directed me to a hand therapist. This conversation ended with the therapist saying, "Stopping knitting--at least for now--may have been the wisest thing you've done."
Knitting in moderation is okay for most. Knitting in excess--like every waking minute--is not okay.
"Do you miss it?" Many have asked.
I don't miss the pain but I do miss...
-the creative release
-the sensuality
-the meditation
-the new garment
But change comes to all and it has come to me. I'm no longer a knitter--at least for now.
***
And have no fear, there are many wonderful knitting blogs out there. Here's an example
Oh, yes, and other people are under going a career change. Read this tribute to Steve's
***
Next post: Yuletide Blog
Friday, December 20, 2013
Guest Post Leaf Press, Ursula Vaira (founder and publisher)
Ursula Vaira founded Leaf Press in 2001 as a poetry
chapbook publisher. Since 2007 she has been publishing trade poetry while
continuing the chapbook tradition and the weekly on-line Monday’s Poem.
"Poetry,
paddling and west-coast wilderness camping are my passions, and they show in my
writing (And See What Happens, Caitlin Press) and in the works
I choose for Leaf's list. This year I am so proud to have published
Poems for Planet Earth,
a round-up of poems from readers at internationally renowned Planet Earth
Poetry in Victoria BC; Surge Narrows by Emilia
Nielsen, in which 'words rush like cold, clean water
over the skin' (Anne Simpson); milk tooth bane bone by Daniela Elza, 'an open armature for wonder' (David Abram); and Dark Matter by Leanne
McIntosh, an invitation to 'listen, listen as though the moon/has just pressed
her face/against ours.'
Publishing is not for the easily frightened. The hours
are long. The money is spare. The
printing bills come due. Invoice payments arrive late. Contracts are signed
long before the granting agencies approve or reject funding
applications. No one lasts long in the biz without a passion for the work.
But the rewards! Money aside. Glory aside. But being
able to work so intimately with these amazing poets, to spend hours and hours
inside their words during the editing and design and typesetting until I know
nearly every word by heart--and then to sit in an audience during the book
launch, watching the effect of the poet's words play on each face ... I don't
know, it just does it for me.
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Friday, December 13, 2013
Guest Post: Lou Aronica of the publishing house Story Plant...
What is Story Plant's mandate?
The Story Plant is dedicated to author development. We commit wherever
possible to multi-book deals with writers with an aim toward building their
audiences over a series of publications.
How/why did you decide to be a publisher?
I've been in publishing since 1979, first at Bantam, where I became Deputy
Publisher, then as Publisher of Berkley and Avon. I left that side of the
business in 1999 to concentrate on writing, but even though I was having success
in that arena, I found that I missed being a publisher too much. That's when I
decided to launch The Story Plant with literary manager Peter Miller.
When did you establish Story Plant?
The Story Plant published its first book in 2008.
Share some of Story Plant's challenges and victories...
The bookstore arena is always a challenging one. It is difficult to
generate attention for your books without taking considerable risks. Since print
books are fully returnable to the publisher if unsold, one takes a big chance in
doing a mass distribution.
We have had significant success on the e-book side of the business. More
than a third of our titles have reached the top 100 of either the Kindle or Nook
bestseller lists.
This is a challenging time to become a publisher. How are you uniquely equipped to address these challenges?
I think what distinguishes us from most other independent publishers is our
understanding of the history of publishing (I was taught the business by Ian
Ballantine, the man who brought paperbacks to America for the first time) and
willingness to constantly try new things.
What do you see as the benefits of being a publisher?
The greatest benefit of being a publisher is working with writers and
seeing their vision come to life on the page.
How does Story Plant market books? Do you have a global reach?
We use a wide range of marketing techniques, from extensive publicity
campaigns to targeted advertising, to e-mail marketing, and beyond. We're
constantly looking for new ways to market books.
The Story Plant is distributed by Perseus Distribution, so our books are
available in the English language throughout the world.
What genres do you publish?
We publish a wide range of fiction, both commercial and literary.
Who pays the publishing costs--the author or the publisher?
The Story Plant pays all publishing and marketing costs.
Does Story Plant pay royalties as well as an advance?
Yes.
Do you publish ebooks, print or both?
Both.
Please talk us through Story Plant's author submission process...
The best way to submit a title is for the author to query either me (lou.aronica@thestoryplant.com)
or our Editorial and Marketing Associate Allison Cronk (allison.cronk@thestoryplant.com).
Both of us have very broad tastes and we're open to all kinds of fiction. The
only caveat is that we want writers who are truly committed to staking their own
place in the book market; we aren't interested in writers who are simply
following trends.
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Thursday, December 12, 2013
submitting short stories (a love story) by Leanne Dyck
In memory of the gone
but not forgotten
(It snowed on Dec. 5 and it melted on Dec.10)
Short version...
Writer notices literary journal
Writer dreams of seeing her story in the literary journal
Writer sends in a submission
Writer is sent an encouraging rejection letter
Writer is inspired
Writer writes
With fingers crossed, writer carries a short story to the mailbox
Long version...
Last July, I sent seven short stories to a variety of literary journals. I waited a couple of months and then the rejection letters began to trickle in. Far from feeling depressed, I was inspired to write.
Why?
1)Experience has taught me that sometimes its the story--it needs revising. But sometimes it's the literary journal--it's not the right fit.
2)I received two personalized rejection letters.
Quote...
'While we are unable to accept (name of short story) for publication, we would like to see more of your work...less than 2% (of the stories they receive) are accepted for publication...Your work was almost there.'
'Although we will not be accepting your work at this time, I wish you best of luck with future submissions'
They want more and that's exactly what I'm going to send them.
3)It is extremely and increasingly difficult for aspiring writers to get published or make careers for themselves. Don’t waste time despairing this reality. Write and rewrite and when you’ve got something polished try your best to find a home for it. Don’t feel that there is something wrong with you if that journey takes longer than you’d hoped, or takes some ugly twists and turns. You must determine to write regardless of what external forces work against you, or in your favour. You must just write. If you write enough, and you write well, you will write your own way forward. --Elizabeth Ruth (Read her complete interview here)
I'm also entering contests. I enjoy entering the Women On Writing quarterly flash fiction contests. For the low price of twenty dollars not only can you enter their contest but you also receive an invaluable, detailed critique.
I wrote that I entered but it really wasn't that easy. I needed help to achieve that goal. Thankfully Angela was there to help. I'd like to thank her and the WOW staff.
Now I like to showcase one of my favourite poets,
In my yard a garden grows
So sad that now the pond is froze
The days grow shorter and grey darkens
The winds do howl and winter harkens
I grow weary waiting for the sun to shine
And long for when it is not winter time
In my yard a garden grows
A work in progress yet it shows
'Tis not a one of shrubs and flowers
Instead a work of stones and rock towers
Water cascades down the sculpted hill
And sand in patterned rows lies still
I await the spring when roses grow
And flora blush full and waters flow
The stones piled high amid rocks grown tall
Soothed again by sounds of water all
To sit and reap in tranquil harmony
Nature's blessing of my quaint rock quarry
-Byron Dyck
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Friday, December 6, 2013
Guest Post Author Brock W.B. Clayards (thriller author)
How/why did you start to write?
I have always been a story teller. Even as a little boy I would recount events in the neighborhood as they inspired or impressed me. This occasionally had a down side as my parents tended to take these reports with a grain of salt. One incident in particular stands out. My parents refused to come to the top window in our house for a look see, at one of the biggest building fires in Dartmouth where we lived at the time. Not until the sounds of approaching fire sirens were evident was I able to convince them.
It was a natural progression for me to commit my stories to paper.
How did you become an author?
I was bored one rainy Sunday afternoon in Port Alberni. My wife was using the internet computer for school work so I sat down at our stand alone keyboard and began recounting an event that had occurred early in my police career. One paragraph led to another and soon I was hooked writing my first novel.
What was your first published piece?
Pacific Flyways was my first novel. It is a thriller set on the north end of Vancouver Island involving a plan to infect migrating wildfowl with a deadly strain of the H1N5 virus, Avian Flu.
Where was it published?
The novel is published as an e book and is available through Amazon or Smashwords.com
How long ago?
It hit the either last September 2012.
What did you do before embarking on your writing career? Was it an asset to your writing? How?
I was a member of the RCM Police. Included in my varied service was a stint with their counter terrorism section, Middle Eastern division. I spent several years in Ottawa chasing agents from Sadam Hussein’s Iraqi secret police operating in Canada under diplomatic cover. This combined with several years of small town policing on Vancouver Island helped inspire my book.
What inspires you?
I love detail and research. My formal training is as a historian so I guess this comes from hours of working on essays in university. The trick is to write about things in such a way that my readers will catch the bug.
Please share one of your successful author platform building techniques.
I have arranged a book reading in conjunction with a popular local musician. The two of us did our thing and shared venue, costs and benefits. He was glad of the audience and shared expenses while I was glad of his notoriety to pull in a crowd.
Parting words
My next book, Chasing the Dragon’s Tail, is a historical thriller set in Victoria at the start of the Great War. It is an adventure transporting the reader from the gritting brick enclaves of Victoria’s Chinatown, to the Sea of Cortez and back. Redvers Duncan, a Victoria City constable, battles drug tongs and German spies. He is faced with rescuing his beloved Wynn, a feisty school teacher, while trying to thwart an Irish Nationalist/German plot to sink the Canadian battle cruiser HMCS Rainbow. The book should be available in the New Year from Diamond River Books in both E book and traditional hard copy.
Book Description (from Amazon)
'Every year thousands of migrating birds fill the skies of North America. This year a madman plans to infect them with a deadly strain of the avain flue, turning them into flying time bombs...and you thought The Birds was scary.
RCMP Constable Grayden Swift and Federal Fisheries Officer Janice Mason, rookies in their respective careers, confront terrorists, thieves, and romantic complications in the small town of Pasquin Cove. Pacific Flyways is a tale of action, sex, and intrigue in one of the most beautifully rugged areas of North America; the Broughton Archipelago.
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Wednesday, December 4, 2013
A bad book review (short story) by Leanne Dyck
After self-publishing my first book--an audiobook
collection of short stories, I worried about what the world would think about my baby. Would anyone read it? What would the reviewers write?
To my relief, most of the reviewers were very kind--most but not all. One reviewer's words stung. She wrote, 'Some of the stories are too short.'
Well, I ranted and raved to myself and to my husband. “Too short? Too short! It is a short story
collection.”
“Don’t worry about it,” my husband said, “You can’t please
everyone.”
I knew he was right, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that bad review Too short, rang in my ears.
I'll show her, I thought, and picked up my pen and wrote longer and longer stories.
Would I have made that leap without her bad review? Maybe, probably, hopefully. But that bad review helped me to make the leap sooner.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Guest Post Author Susan Schoenberger
How/why did you start to write?
I started to write seriously in my late 30s as a creative outlet that tapped into a different part of my journalist's brain. I don't like embellished writing as journalism, so I needed another venue to play with words.
How did you become an author?
That was a very long road. I first wrote a novel that didn't go anywhere, then started working on short stories. When I attempted writing a novel again, I was fortunate enough to win a contest that helped me, eventually, find an agent. But even then, it took two years to sell A Watershed Year. Since then, I've had some rough luck and some great luck. Borders, which was much more enthusiastic about my book than Barnes & Noble, filed for bankruptcy just as it was coming out, so that didn't help. But then my editor at Guideposts Books moved to Seattle and got a job with Amazon Publishing, where she told them about my book. They are re-releasing it in November, which will give it another life, and they also bought my next novel, The Virtues of Oxygen.
What was your first published piece?
It was a short story called "Intercession," and it's the basis for the first chapter of my novel.
Where was it published?
It was published in the small journal Inkwell, which is based at Manhattanville College.
How long ago?
That was 2002.
What did you do before embarking on your writing career? Was it an asset to your writing? How?
I was a reporter and a copy editor, and both of those helped me as a fiction writer. The reporting skills are important for research, and the editing skills help me to fine-tune my own work.
What inspires you?
Many other writers inspire me, as well as anyone who pursues a craft and really tries to untie the knots of what makes art successful and meaningful.
Please share one of your successful author platform building technique
I'm convinced that Twitter is a meaningful endeavor, but I haven't had enough time to devote to tweeting and building my followers. So please follow me on Twitter! https://twitter.com/schoenwriter
Parting words
Thanks for the opportunity to share my story.
(You're most welcome, Susan. I enjoyed reading about your author journey. And I wish you much success with A Watershed Year.)
Blurb:
Two
months after the death of her best friend Harlan, Lucy remains haunted by the
things she never told him. Then she begins receiving emails he'd arranged to be
sent after his death, emails that will change the course of her life. One email
in particular haunts her -- he tells her he is certain she is destined for
motherhood. Thus begins her watershed year.
Links
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My website:
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Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Book Review: Insomnia by Stephen King
It was a sunny, warmish day—unusual for early October. I unzipped the flap on the canopy, climbed onto the lawn chair and slipped into Stephen King’s world.
Insomnia was published in 1994. Well before the creation of
the new genre—Baby Boomer Lit. But there’s no doubt this book belongs in this
genre. King writes frankly about growing old and the moment of death.
‘ “The approach of almost every death which serves the
Purpose takes a course with which we are very familiar. The auras of those who
will die Purposeful deaths turns gray as time of finishing approaches. This
gray deepens steadily to black. [The moment of death gives] release to those
who suffer, peace to those in terror, rest to those who cannot find rest.’ (p.
396)
The senior citizens that people King’s book aren’t feeble
and ineffectual. No, on the contrary, they fall in love, have sex and live
dynamic, engaged lives.
Ralph Roberts is vulnerable—having just lost his wife—and so
is a sympathetic character. He’s an every man which makes him easily relatable.
‘As that summer became fall, and as that fall darkened down
toward Carolyn’s final winter, Ralph’s thoughts were occupied more and more by
the deathwatch, which seemed to tick louder and louder even as it slowed down.
But he had no trouble sleeping.
That came later.’ (p. 35)
With the skill of a master, King takes time to develop his
story. He uses the first forty pages of Insomnia to develop his characters,
build intrigue and establish the world in which his story is set.
Completely engrossed in the book right up and including the
bittersweet ending, I only paused briefly to note interesting observations ….
‘ “All lives are different. All of them matter or none
matter.” ‘ (p. 577)
and acknowledge exceptionally well-written passages….
‘[L]ooked a few sandwiches shy of a picnic.’ (p. 144)
‘The light which did manage to find its way in here seemed
to fall dead on the floor, and the corners were full of shadows.’ (p. 185)
‘He could feel the
killer’s aura which surrounded this place pressing in on him, trying to smother
him like a plastic dry-cleaning bag.’ (p. 501)
Insomnia has an old-fashioned charm, full of quaint sayings
like:
‘Peek not through a keyhole, lest ye be vexed.’ (p. 384)
‘ “Looks like it’s shank’s pony the rest of the way up the
hill.” ‘ (p. 463)
And as always happens to me when I read Stephen King’s
prose, I was inspired to write…
***
Next post: An interview with author Susan Schoenberger
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Monday, November 25, 2013
Free knitting pattern: accessory (hood)
Red-Nose Hood
This hood wraps around your head and keeps you warmer than a cowl would.
Skill level: Beginner
Material:
Knitting needles: 4.50 mm/ US 7/ UK 7 or size to obtain tension
Yarn: one skein (200 yards/ 182 metres) worsted weight yarn
Tension: 5 stitches x 8 rows = 1 inch (2.54 centimetres) worked over Stockinette stitch
4 x 4 rib stitch (over an even number of stitches)
Row 1: knit 4, purl 4 -- repeat to end of row
Repeat row 1 for pattern
seed stitch (over an even number of stitches)
Row 1: knit 1, purl 1 -- repeat to end of row
Row 2: purl 1, knit 1 -- repeat to end of row
Repeat rows 1 and 2 for pattern
Cast on 80 stitches
Work in 4 x 4 rib stitch for 2 inches (5.08 centimetres)
Work in seed stitch for 12 inches (30.48 centimetres)
Cast off
Finishing:
Sew two seams to form hood. (Sew a seam joining ribbing and top of hood)
***
This just in...
The email stated that Wintercraft (a gallery on Salt Spring that sells art and craft created on the Southern Gulf Islands) is opening on Friday, November 29 and will remain open until December 22. I was a participating artisan for many years and was always impressed by the diversity and quality of the work for sale. And this year promises to be just as impressive with over 90 artisan participating--including more than 10 new to the show. WinterCraft is held in Mahon Hall on Rainbow Road on Salt Spring Island.
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Thursday, November 21, 2013
Guest Post: Poet David Fraser
How/why did you start to write?
My earliest memory of writing was before I
really had a grasp of the alphabet. I recall writing on the backs of discarded
envelopes and composing my own stories about Peter Pan and the Cisco Kid. The writing
was mere scribbles. Later in middle school I began writing poetry.
Unfortunately in grade seven a teacher accused me of handing in a poem that my
mother had written. I should have taken this as a complement but rather closed
myself off after such an accusation. During high school I was writing all the
time but keeping it to myself, as well as reading everything I could that
interested me.
I was fortunate to have two mentors in
university, one was Margaret Avison, who twice won Canada's
Governor General's Award and has also won its Griffin Poetry Prize. The other was Margaret Aitkin. During that
time both these mentors opened up their offices for informal discussions and
the writing of poetry. Also I was
encouraged to publish my work and a number of poems were published in the
University of Toronto anthology publications.
Why I
started to write is a mystery. Probably I can saw it was a means of exploring
possibilities.
How did you become an author?
I would say as soon as I started writing, I
considered myself an author. During my university years I was published and
that made me feel I was a writer. However I pursued a career in teaching at the
secondary and senior school levels, and although I continued to write, I had
little time to pursue an active marketing campaign to publish a lot of my work.
Nearer the end of my teaching career, I began publishing my work and for the
last 18 years I have been published in many on-line and print journals as well
as anthologies and my own collections.
What was your first published piece?
Probably the first published poem is “If”.
It is a love poem to my first wife. Miraculously enough it was the first poem
that I received a royalty cheque, ( $5.00 in 1979) since a Toronto composer
used a few lines of my poem along with lines by Irving Layton for lyrics in a
performed composition called Ex Tenebris.
Where was it published?
“If” was published in in complete by C.E. University of Toronto
How long ago?
1970
What did you do before embarking on your
writing career? Was it an asset to your writing? How?
As I mentioned my main career was in
education, where I taught primarily English, English Literature and Creative Writing. Obviously the content and the process of teaching others to write and
work with text kept me always in a mode close to the written word. However I
have worked as a baker, bartender, waiter, factory worker, ski instructor, and
travelled. All of these experiences provide the raw material for my writing.
Basically I see myself mining the sediment of my life, the newly deposited
particles of current every day and also the deep layers that have been laid
down over time.
What inspires you?
Life inspires me. I live in a location that
is remote from large cities. I can walk outside my door, take the dogs for a
run in the bush, go down to the sea, stare up at the mountains that sit across
the strait to the mainland or look at the peaks of the mountains that from the
ridge that runs the length of Vancouver Island. I am always active, whether it
is writing, gardening, hiking and playing sports. People inspire me and I with
my small publishing company and with the spoken word event, WordStorm, that I
co-founded and run monthly out of Nanimo, I feel I am paying it forward, giving
aspiring and established writers an opportunity to share their work either on
the page, the computer screen or on the stage. That’s what inspires me.
Please share one of your successful author
platform building technique
I am currently working on a crime noir
novel and will either self-publish or use a traditional trade publisher to
present my book to the world. That will be a different experience than
marketing poetry, since poetry is such a small segment of what people read
these days. In terms of poetry, I believe, the live performance, either as a
reading from a collection or as a spoken word, no paper, presentation is the
best and most entertaining way to market my art. I enjoy the live audience. That
is where you connect your words to individuals. Otherwise, it is also a good
idea to have a web site, possibly a blog if you have the time and regiment to
do so. Joining writers organizations is also a good idea. I belong to the
Federation of BC Writers and in the past have served as a Rep for the Vancouver
Island Region. I also belong to the League of Canadian Poets and receive
funding for readings through being a member. I find that the more I do to help
others, the more comes back to me in terms of author platform building.
Parting words
My writing comes from a process of accumulating
sediment. Experience, imagination, truth and lies are laid down over time in
layers and these layers are compressed by the weight of living. These are the
strata that I mine to hone my craft.
Links
Web Site
http://www.davidpfraser.ca
David Fraser
Writer, Poet, Spoken Word Performer, Publisher, Editor
David
Fraser lives in Nanoose Bay, on Vancouver Island. He is the founder and editor
of Ascent Aspirations Magazine, www.ascentaspirations.ca
since 1997. His poetry and short fiction have appeared in many journals and
anthologies, including Rocksalt, An Anthology of Contemporary BC Poetry. He has published five
collections of poetry; Going to the Well, 2004, Running Down the Wind,
2007, No Way Easy, 2010, Caught in My Throat, 2011 and, Paper
Boats, 2012 and a collection of short fiction, Dark Side of the
Billboard, 2006. In addition David has co-authored with Naomi Beth Wakan, On
Poetry an inspirational book on poetics and poetry. To keep out of trouble
he helps develop Nanaimo's spoken-word series, WordStorm. www.wordstorm.ca. In
October 2009 and 2010 he participated in Random Acts of Poetry, a national poetry program
that brings poetry to the streets of Canada. David is a full member of the
League of Canadian Poets and is available for performances and readings via funding
with LCP.
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