by Roseanna White | Oct 8, 2009 | Thoughtful Thursdays, Uncategorized
The deeper I get into the toddler years with my second child, the more I gotta wonder. I mean, really. How is it that this kid can’t sit still for a diaper change, but he can spend an HOUR playing in my silverware drawer? Why will he not let me eat my dinner without a scream to get out of his highchair halfway through, but he’ll diligently try to put a key into a (wrong) keyhole for twenty minutes? And how about the fact that he can never find his cup, but he’ll locate every penny for a mile around?
In some ways, the focus of a toddler really amazes me. What is so intriguing about the sound of spoons clanking together? What is the allure of taking every can out of my cupboard? How can he get so many wipes out of the pack in the three seconds I turn my back?
On the whole, I’m really impressed with these little people I have. My daughter has an inspiring imagination and takes really good care of her brother (when she isn’t bopping him on the head), and the little guy’s getting to that age where he progresses in leaps and bounds. For instance, he hadn’t put two words together (not counting phrases that he probably mistakes for a one word, like “good job” and “thank you”) until yesterday. Then he followed up “Hi, Papa” with “brush teeth” and “no cookie.” (Although that last one . . . hm. Maybe this boy needs help. Turning down a cookie??)
I really like how they show us things about ourselves. I may growl at the dual-focus thing since he never seems to focus on what needs to be done, but am I any different? I could spend hours in front of my computer writing or editing or checking email, but my attention span is amazingly short when it comes time to clean, cook, or listen to my husband talk about cars. Or insurance. Or the economy. LOL.
Pretty smart of God to provide us with cute little mirrors, isn’t it?
by Roseanna White | Oct 7, 2009 | Remember When Wednesdays, Uncategorized
In relocating my book about archaeology in Egypt to the ’20s, I did run up against one dilemma. In the original, there are quite a few women out there in the Egyptian wilderness, this being a large, high-profile dig. Fine in contemporary settings. But when I moved it back in time 80 years, I had this moment of panic.
Oh no, I thought.
Were there even female archaeologists back then??
I looked it up and quickly breathed a sigh of relief. Women have indeed been in archaeology since the mid 1800s, but they were few, far between, and had to fight for every ounce of respect they earned. Which means that my heroine could certainly be there, but she now needs the personality to demand it. In the original, Allie was not a demanding person. She was quiet, non-confrontational, but had a spine of steel. New-Allie (or perhaps Old-Allie?? I did, after all, just age her quite a lot, lol) is still quiet, but the stubbornness had to be upped.
It definitely changes my cast of characters, though. Gone are all the other women but one–I kept an older mother-figure, who is now married to another archaeologist on the dig and handles food and nursing. Not exactly her role in the original, but we have to improvise as the facts dictate. š
I’m having fun getting to know these characters that are much the same but also different in such crucial ways. Where before she just wouldn’t argue about something because of her bent toward silence, now she uses that silence to prove a point. Like when the hero demands, “Do you really want to argue this point?” she’ll reply, “Yes,” and then just glare at him. Makes for some interesting one-sided dialogue! But hopefully it’ll shake my unshakable heroine into the kind of woman who actually made it in that life. One whose dream, whose vision was so strong that she was willing to take on the whole male-dominant world to achieve it.
by Roseanna White | Oct 6, 2009 | Uncategorized
My reading habits these last two months have not been very habitual. Iāve gone weeks at a time with barely reading, which is rather embarrassing, given that I have a day of the week dedicated to it on my blog. I finally finished a book I started at conference in September, and since I was in the mood, promptly picked up another: Just Between You and Me by Jenny B. Jones. I started it on Saturday night and finished it on Sunday night. Need I say more?
Well, I w
ill anyway;-) Iāve long been waiting to read a Jenny B. Jones book, since sheās one of my best friendās favorite YA authors. I was pretty excited to see a contemporary by her that was aimed at adults. And my instincts were right. I could not put this book down.
The book is in the head of Maggie Montgomery, a daredevil cinematographer who readily admits she has a few issues. Like that crippling fear of waterāeven if no deeper than a fountaināand tendency to spontaneously combust when a romantic relationship edges toward serious. But sheās got it all under control . . . until her father calls her home to Ivy, Texas to help take care of her wild-child niece.
Jenny uses hilarity and deep insight to take this story way beyond the norm. As Maggie faces her fears and tries to figure out what in the world God wants her to do, delving generously into the junk food stores as she bumbles along, I got totally caught up in her world. I loved the voice, I loved the quirks, I loved the snarky dialogue . . . Yeah, pretty much loved everything about this book. And best of all, though it may not fit the strictest definition of “romance,” having no hero’s POV, it had a romance in it to make a girl swoon.
Here’s hoping this isn’t Jenny’s last contemporary! Keep ’em coming!
(In accordance with the new FTC regs, I guess I need to mention that this [along with every other book I read] was sent to me free by the publisher. Though it was an ARC, which technically has no value, so I’m not sure what the FTC actually thinks about this . . .)
by Roseanna White | Oct 5, 2009 | Uncategorized
I almost just titled this “dating,” then thought, “Everyone will think I mean going out on a date.” Which may be more interesting, but alas. Not my thoughts. =)
Something we writers have to consider when we write is dating our manuscript with reference to popular things that may not be so popular in another few years. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the things I wrote about in college contained references to Napster, for instance–which would now be a big stamp on it that might as well read “Outdated!”
I’m thinking about this because of how prevalent a part of our lives some of these popular things are, and because I just read a totally awesome book (will talk about it tomorrow) that throws around these things like my family does their socks. Everywhere! But unlike the socks, these references really worked for me with the story.
Still, I always wonder in my own stuff. I have this fear of mentioning something that ceases to exist. I’ve already run into it in a few things. For instance, in a book I wrote in ’04, I mention the real estate market in which a house sells in three days. Doesn’t happen anymore. My main character gets her first cell phone in the story–yes she’s a holdout, but seriously. Five years ago I knew people who didn’t have cells. Now I don’t. Everyone I know over 10 has a cell phone. Everyone. (So I just took that part out of the book altogether and give her one from the start, LOL.)
We have decisions to make about this, I guess, and you’ll get as many opinions as people you ask. For my part, I try to cement my story into a contemporary time with mention of the things probably here to stay, and steer clear of anything too year-specific. I want stories that are rooted but timeless. So that, you know, when I’m someday selling so many books that they go into reprint after reprint for a decade, no one’s left curling up their lip at how out of touch I am with modern life;-)
by Roseanna White | Oct 1, 2009 | Thoughtful Thursdays, Uncategorized
How do you measure your progress? It depends a lot on the project, obviously, on the type of work. But it’s something I think we all do. Who doesn’t end their day with the thought of, “What did I get done today?”
My husband has a job that can be measured in monetary gains. He can look over the loads he got in and dispatched through his logistics company and say, “I made X amount today, and I’ll take home Y myself.” Sometimes I wish writing did that. I wish I knew what my day’s work earned me.
But then, on other days he says he wishes he had MY count. That at the end of the day, he could see pages added, chapters finished. The bookmark move.
Yesterday, I felt like I got a lot done. I wrote 1600 words in my new book, and I edited and rewrote 7200 in Stray Drop. I could see what I’d done. I had the sore neck to prove I’d been working hard. Then my son woke up super-cranky, and all my sense of accomplishment flew out the window as I struggled to find something to keep him from screaming.
Isn’t that life to a T sometimes? We want ways to measure our progress in everything. In our relationships, in our jobs, in our faith. We want to be able to say, “Well, last week I prayed for a total of four hours, and God answered this prayer with a yes and that one with a no. This week, if I pray for five hours, maybe he’ll grant me this.”
Doesn’t work that way. I think we all know that. We can work at everything, at building our families and our faith, and we can feel like we’re really getting somewhere. Then someone screams at us, lashes out for a reason we can’t discern, and that good feeling vanishes. Evaporates. Poof.
Feelings are such transient things, but they’re sometimes all we have to go on. And even when we try to separate ourselves from them by using numbers–like when we want to enumerate our accomplishments–that leads to either pride or disappointment. Yes, it’s the way God made us.
But he also made us to rely on him. I still need to work at giving him every moment. Those moments when my chest surges at seeing all I’ve gotten done, and the ones where it feels like my world’s caving in with each reverberating scream of a teething toddler. My Lord is in control, when I think I am and when I know I’m not.
That’s something I can always feel good about.
by Roseanna White | Sep 30, 2009 | Remember When Wednesdays, Uncategorized
I haven’t come across any new, interesting tidbits to pass along from
Stray Drop, so I figure I’ll jump back to the 20s. I’m there again in my writing, much to my surprise. The short version of “why?” is that an editor who will probably have to turn down
Mafia Princess because it’s too close to another story they just contracted asked if I had anything else to fit their line. Naturally, my response is to wrack my brain until I do. =)
Those of you who have read my stack of finished manuscripts may remember The Stars and the Sands, about archaeologists in Egypt on the path of something that may or may not be Atlantis. Originally, this was a contemporary novel, half of which was set in Princeton. But I have learned since writing it that it just doesn’t work as a contemporary because there’s only, like, one guy allowed to excavate in Egypt these days. But in the 20s . . . well, in the 20s, Great Britain had control of Egypt after WWI, and they weren’t too picky about who dug it up. Works great for me!
I’ve done some research and talked to an archaeologist with some experience in that neck of the woods, and it’s so cool to see everything click into place. When facts actually match my plot, I know I’m onto something good. Something God-inspired.
So anyway, back to my subject (yes, I have one). Starting in the late 1800s, Egypt became a popular tourist destination for wealthy British and Americans. Gentlemen thought it fun to go poke around in the dirt and see what they could find–then take their loot home with them.
When the gold-laden tomb of King Tut was discovered in 1922, this became more popular than ever. Everyone wanted something Egyptian, Egyptian styled jewelry became all the rage . . . and can you imagine the frustration of the few actual scientists trying to excavate? All these tourists poking around, asking to take their most important finds home with them.
Perfect insight into my hero, eh? I’m having a blast with all these new facts!