Monthly Archives: February 2018

Colleen’s #weekly poetry challenge #73 #Tanka

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Perpetual scenes

The trail is buried
beneath the iron hard snow
through the pine forest
with stamina and instinct
the herd will make their way home

 

 

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Invertebrate intelligence

Proudly,
antennae held aloft,
she lays a single egg,
in this act, the meaning of life,
answered

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Ronovan writes #190 #poetry prompt #Haiku

She liked to look nice

they said that she was a tart

people are so sweet

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Thursday photo prompt – Dusk #writephoto

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Frankie turned to his father and in a low voice that reflected both their moods.

“It’s been a great day  out  in the boat Dad, but it’s starting to  get a bit dark, I think, Mum will be waiting. ”

“She’ll be fine, I’m sorry son, I don’t think I’ve ever had such a blank day, we didn’t even get the bait for the real fishing,” his father replied, trying to disguise his disappointment.

They started to reel in the lines with their unbaited hooks, each silver hook shining silver in it’s individual cape of brightly coloured feathers.

With a wry smile John started the small Seagull outboard and turning towards the harbour lights that were just beginning to glow he turned to his son and said. “You’d better just look up at the clouds for those are the only mackerel we’re going to see today.”

Laughing at his poor attempt at a joke, he twisted his wrist and engine whirring at full throttle, they set off for the harbour and home.

 

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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge, No. 72: Breakthrough & Movement, #SynonymsOnly, #Haibun

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Though the talks had stalled both sides of the table were eager to get a resolution. It was a tense situation but with use of common man to man language albeit in foreign tongues, the impasse was broken and there was seen to be leeway on both sides. Thus the deal was reached limiting the production of weapons of mass destruction.

Over polished tables

old enemies scowl and stare

settled with one smile

 

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A creative writing teacher has to deal with a lot. By Melodie Campbell

It all started in 1992.  I’d won a couple of crime fiction awards, and the local college came calling. Did I want to come on faculty and teach in the writing program?  Hell, yes!  (Pass the scotch.)

Over the years, I continued to teach fiction writing, but also picked up English Lit, Marketing (my degree) and a few odd ones, like Animation and Theatre. Such is the life of an itinerant college prof.  (Pass the scotch.)

Twenty-four years later, I’m a full-time author. Except for Wednesday nights, when I put on my mask, don a cape, and turn into SUPER TEACH!  (Okay, ‘Crazy Author Prof.’ Too much time alone at a keyboard can be scary.  (Pass the scotch.)

Recently, a jovial colleague asked me if I was a good teacher or an evil one. I’m definitely on the kind side of the equation. The last thing I want is to be a Dream Killer. But even the kindest, most dedicated writing teachers can get frustrated. So when Anne suggested I rant on these pages, I gracefully accepted. (With the sort of grace that might be associated with a herd of stampeding mastodons.)

So here are my top ten peeves as a creative writing teacher:

THE OBVIOUS

  1. “I Don’t Need no Stinkin’ Genre.”

In addition to basic and advanced writing skills, I teach the genres in my course. Meaning, we deconstruct each of the main genres of fiction (mystery, thriller, romance, sci-fi, fantasy, horror, western, literary…etc.) to see what publishers expect. This is particularly important when it comes to endings. Mickey Spillane said those famous words: “Your first page sells this book. Your last page sells the next one.”

Most publishers categorize the books they accept into genres. Most readers stick to a few genres they like best for their reading pleasure. So it stands to reason that if you can slot your work into an already active genre, you have a better chance of getting published and read.

Many students refuse to classify their work. They feel it is ‘selling out’ to do so. (Yes, I’ve heard this frequently.) They don’t want to ‘conform’ or be associated with a genre that has a ‘formula.’ (One day I hope to discover that formula. I’ll be rich.)

So I often start out with half a class that claims to be writing literary fiction, even though not a single student can name a contemporary literary book they’ve actually read. (Pass the scotch.)

  1. The Memoir Disguised as Fiction.

These students have no interest in writing fiction. They really only want to write one book ever, and that is their life story. But they know that memoirs of unknown people don’t sell well, so they’re going to write it is a novel. Because then it will be a bestseller.

Here’s what I tell them: What happens to you in real life – no matter how dramatic and emotional it is for you – usually doesn’t make a good novel. Novels are stories. Stories have endings, and readers expect satisfactory endings. Real life rarely gives you those endings, and so you will have to make something up.

If you want to write your life story, go for it. Take a memoir writing class.

(Or if you want to turn real life into readable fiction, here’s a great post from Ruth Harris on the subject.–Anne) 

  1. “My Editor Will Fix This.”

Students who think that grammar and punctuation are not important drive me batty.

Hey, someone else will fix that. They even expect me – the teacher – to copy-edit their work. Or at least to ignore all seventeen errors on the first page when I am marking. (*hits head against desk*)

I should really put this under the ‘baffling’ category. If you are an artist or craftsman, you need to learn the tools of your trade. Writers deal in words, and our main tools are grammar, punctuation and diction. How could you expect to become a writer without mastering the tools of our trade?

  1. The Hunger Games Clone.

I can’t tell you how many times students in my classes have come determined to rewrite The Hunger Games with different character names on a different planet. Yes, I’m picking on Hunger Games, because it seems to be an endemic obsession with my younger students.

What I’m really talking about here is the sheer number of people who want to be writers but really can’t come up with a new way to say things. Yes, you can write a new spin on an old plot. But it has to be something we haven’t seen before.

There are just some plots we are absolutely sick of seeing. For me, it’s the ‘harvesting organs’ plot. Almost every class I’ve taught has someone in it who is writing a story about killing people to sell their organs. It’s been done, I tell them. I can’t think of a new angle that hasn’t already been done, and done well.  Enough, already.  Write something else.  Please. Leave the poor organs where they are!

THE BAFFLING

  1. The Preachers: students who write to teach other people a lesson. 

And that’s all they want to do. Akin to the memoir-novelists, these students come to class with a cause, often an environmental one. They want to write a novel that teaches the rest of us the importance of reuse and recycling. Or the evils of eating meat.

Recently, I had a woman join my fiction class for the express purpose of teaching people how to manage their finances better. She thought if she wrote novels about people going down the tubes financially, and then being bailed out by lessons from a friendly banker (like herself ) it would get her message across.

All noble. But the problem is: people read fiction to be entertained. They don’t want to be lectured.  If your entire goal is to teach people a lesson, probably you should take a nonfiction course. Or here’s a novel 🙂  idea: become a teacher.

  1. Literary Snowflakes: students who ignore publisher guidelines.

“A typical publisher guideline for novels is 70,000-80,000 words?  Well, mine is 150,000, and I don’t need to worry about that because they will love it. Too bad if it doesn’t fit their print run and genre guidelines. They’ll make an exception for me.”

I don’t want to make this a generational thing. Okay, hell yes – maybe I should come clean.  I came from a generation that was booted out of the house at 18 and told to make a living. ‘Special’ wasn’t a concept back when we used slide rules instead of calculators.

Thing is, these students don’t believe me. They simply don’t believe they can’t write exactly what they want and not get published. And I’m breaking their hearts when I tell them this: Publishers buy what readers want to read. Not what writers want to write.

  1. Students Who Set out to Break the Rules.

There are many ways to tell a story. We creative writing teachers have some rules on viewpoint, and we discuss what they are, the reasons for them, and why you don’t want to break them.

Then we discuss why you might WANT to break them.  Apparently, this isn’t enough.  (*sobs into sleeve*)

I have some students who set out to break every rule they can think of because they want to be different. “To hell with the readers. I’ll head-hop if I want. And if Gone Girl has two first person viewpoints, my book is going to have seventeen! No one will have seen anything like it before. They’ll think I’m brilliant.”

Never mind that the prose is unreadable.  Or that we don’t have a clear protagonist, and thus don’t know whom to root for.

e.e.cummings did it. Why can’t they?

  1. Students Who Don’t Write.

They love the class. Never miss a week. But struggle to complete one chapter by the end of term. Not only that, this isn’t the first fiction writing class they’ve taken. They specialize in writers’ workshops and retreats.

It seems baffling, but some people like to hobby as aspiring writers. They learn all about writing but never actually write.  Of course, we veterans can get that part.  Writing is work – hard work. Writing is done alone in a room.  In contrast, learning about writing can be fun. That’s done in a social environment with other people.

THE ‘I COULDN’T MAKE THIS UP’

  1. Creative Writing Teachers Who Steal our Material for their Own Classes (*removes gun from stocking*)

Not kidding.  I actually had an adult student come clean about this.  By class seven, he hadn’t done any of the assignments, and admitted he was taking the class to collect material to use for the high school creative writing class he taught.  I’m still not sure how I feel about that.

  1. Students Who Don’t Read.

This is the one that gets me the most. Last term I did a survey.  I asked each student to write the number of books they had read last year on a small piece of paper and hand it in.  I begged them to be honest.  They didn’t have to write their names on the paper, so I would never know who had written what total.  Here’s the tally of number of books read;

  • Highest number by one person:  26
  • Lowest number by one person:  0-1
  • Average:  7

Yup, I’m still shaking my head over that low.  He couldn’t remember whether he’d actually read a book.  (How can you not KNOW?)

And these people want to be writers. *Collective groan* Why – will someone please tell me why anyone would want to be a writer if they don’t read books?

To be clear here:  I read 101 novels last year.  I read for one hour every night before I go to bed, and have done so for years. That’s seven hours a week, assuming I don’t sneak other time to read. Two books a week. And that doesn’t include the hours I spend reading students manuscripts over three terms.

If reading isn’t your hobby, how can you possibly think you can write?  Why would you want to?

By this point, you are probably asking:

Hey Teach!  Why do you do it?

As this term draws to an end, I decided to ask myself that question: why be a creative writing teacher? Then give myself a completely honest answer. Here goes:

It’s Not the Money.

Hey buddy, can you spare a dime? Part time profs in Canada are poorly paid.  I’m top rate, at $47 an hour.  I’m only paid for my time in the classroom (3 hours a week). For every hour in the classroom, I spend at least two hours prepping and marking.  We don’t get paid for that.  At end of term, I spend several days evaluating manuscripts.  We don’t get paid for that either.  This means I am getting paid less than minimum wage.  So I’m not doing it for the money.

It’s Not all Those Book Sales.

When I first started teaching, an author gal more published than I was at the time said a peculiar thing to me:  “Be sure you enjoy teaching because aspiring writers don’t buy books.”  At first I was puzzled, but then I started to understand what she meant.  Students are here to learn how to make their fiction better. That’s their focus. They really don’t care about what their teacher has written.

So why the heck do you do it, Mel?  That’s time you could invest in writing your own books…

It’s Vegetables for Authors: It’s Good for Me.  

Let me explain: It takes me back to first principles.

I teach all three terms.  Every four months, I am reminded about goal/motivation/conflict.  Three act structure.  Viewpoint rules.  Creating compelling characters.  Teaching “Crafting a Novel” forces me to constantly evaluate my own work, as I do my students.  In other words, it’s ‘vegetables for authors’ – good for me.

It’s the People.

By far, the most valuable thing about teaching a night course year after year is it allows me to mix with people who would not normally be part of my crowd.  Adult students of all ages and backgrounds meet up in my classrooms, and many are delightful.  I’ve treasured the varied people I’ve met through the years, and keep in touch with many of them.

Getting to know people other than your own crowd (in my case, other writers) is extremely valuable for an author.  You’re not merely guessing how others different from you may think…you actually *know* people who are different. This helps you create diverse characters in your fiction who come alive.

As well, you meet people from different professions…doctors, lawyers, salespeople, bank officers, government workers, labourers, grad students, Starbucks baristas, roofers, police, firefighters, chefs, paramedics.  I have my own list of people to call on, when I need to do research.

It’s Good for my Soul

I’m paying it forward.  Believe it or not, I didn’t become an author in a vacuum.  I had two mentors along the way who believed in me.  Michael Crawley and Lou Allin – I hope you are having a fab time in the afterlife.  Hugs all around, when I get there.

Students take writing courses for all sorts of reasons.  Some take it for college course credit.  Some take it for interest, as they might take photography or cooking classes.  Others need an escape from dreary jobs, and a writing class can provide that escape, if only temporarily.  But many actually do hope to become authors like I am.  When I connect with one of them, and can help them on their way, it is magic.  There is no greater high.

No question, my life is richer through teaching fiction writing, even if my bank account is not.

You can help Melodie’s bank account by buying her humorous books, like The B-Team. This will keep her from writing dreary novels that will depress us all. (Pass the scotch.)

by Melodie Campbell (@MelodieCampbell) February 11, 2018

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What about you, scriveners? Have you ever taken a writing class? Did you drive your teacher nuts with any of these things? (I know I was guilty of several…Anne) Have you ever taught creative writing?

If you’re in the area of the Central Coast of California on Tuesday, February 13th, you can meet Anne in person. She’ll be talking to the SLO Nightwriters about “How a Blog Can Benefit Any Author’s Career.” The meeting will be in San Luis Obispo at 11245 Los Osos Valley Road at 6:30 PM. FREE!

About Melodie Campbell: The Toronto Sun called her Canada’s “Queen of Comedy.” Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich. 

Melodie Campbell has won the Derringer, the Arthur Ellis Award, and eight more awards for crime fiction.

In 2015, Melodie made the Top 50 Amazon Bestseller list, sandwiched between Tom Clancy and Nora Roberts. 

She is the former Executive Director of Crime Writers of Canada.  You can find her at www.melodiecampbell.com

You can help Melodie’s bank account by buying her humorous books, like The Bootlegger’s Goddaughter. This will keep her from writing dreary novels that will depress us all. (Pass the scotch.)

BOOK OF THE WEEK

Brand New from Melodie Campbell!

The B-Team: The Case of the Angry Ex-Wife

They do wrong for all the right reasons…and sometimes it even works.

Perhaps you’ve heard of The A-Team?  Vietnam vets turned vigilantes? They had a television show a while back.  We’re not them.

But if you’ve been the victim of a scam, give us a call.  We deal in justice, not the law.
We’re the B-Team.

Available in ebook and paperback

OPPORTUNITY ALERTS

EVERYTHING CHANGE CLIMATE FICTION CONTEST  NO ENTRY FEE. Submit one piece of fiction up to 5,000 words using the impact of climate change as an element of your story. The winning story will receive a $1000 prize, and nine finalists will receive $50 prizes. Also, there will be an anthology of selected winners. The contest sponsor is the Imagination and Climate Futures Initiative at Arizona State University. Deadline February 28.

The Nelligan Prize. $2000 first prize for a literary short story, any length. Plus publication in the Colorado Review. Must be previously unpublished. Fee $15. Deadline March 14th

Eludia Award for a Novel or Story Collection Contest from Women Writers Over 40! $1,000 and publication by Sowilo Press is given annually for a novel or story collection by a woman writer over the age of 40. Using the online submission system, submit a manuscript of any length with a $30 entry fee by March 15

Red Hen Press annual Nonfiction Contest.  $1,000 prize and publication by the prestigious Red Hen Press. They’re looking for an essay collection, memoir, or book of narrative nonfiction. Florencia Ramirez will judge. Using the online submission system, submit a manuscript of at least 150 pages with a $25 entry fee. Deadline April 30

Wergle Flomp Humorous Poetry Contest  NO FEE. The First prize is $1,000 and there’s a second prize of $250. Also 10 Honorable Mentions will receive $100 each. The top 12 entries get published online. Judge: Jendi Reiter, assisted by Lauren Singer. Length limit: 250 lines. And there are no restrictions on age or country. DEADLINE APRIL 1st

Write Romance? Harlequin Romance (HQN) takes unagented submissions (via Submittable) for Romantic Suspense, Historical, Medical, and many other subgenres. Check out Harlequin’s guidelines here.

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Ronovan writes #189 #Haiku. Zen and noise

When practising Zen

the only noise I could hear

was colliding clouds

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homage to denizens of the dark

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spirit of the night

sunspended on the dark skies’

invisible strands

though remembered for wisdom

it cannot dim your beauty

 

(photo courtesy of Pixabay)

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#MLMM First Line Friday 2-16-18

“I don’t care what you do with it, I just want it gone,” Richard implored, pointing to the dark brown mole on his chin.

“As I explained to you last week, if I cut it out it could leave you with a rather large, ugly scar, that might not help you in your career, now would it?” Doctor Ambrose replied, hoping that his false look of concern would hide his inner smile. He was the last person to have thought himself jealous of the young man’s good looks but he couldn’t help thinking of the way he had ill-treated his daughter those two years ago. “Perhaps bad deeds do come back to haunt you,” he thought.

“That cream you gave me has done nothing, and as the tests have proved negative I just want it gone, I’m fed up with rubbing cream on my face at the photo sessions, it’s not the real me they see,” Richard whined, feeling foolish for sounding so petulant.

“I thought the photos weren’t concentrating on your face so much,” came the sarcastic reply.

“Well, maybe not but please Doctor, I am really desperate for you to get rid of it, it might even make me look a bit like, you know Kirk Douglas or something.”

Doctor Ambrose leaned back in his chair, he hadn’t thought that he might be helping the young man in some way. that went against the grain somewhat, but he knew he had to act correctly. “Ok, I’ll do it but remember you will have to keep the dressing on for at least four days when it’s done. Come back to me afterwrds and you can thank me then for the cosmetic job.”

After the application of a freezing spray to his patient’s chin the small operation only took a couple of minutes and Richard was free to leave with a large dressing taped to his face. “Thank’s Doctor,” he said as he closed the door to the surgery.

Doctor Ambrose watched him go and laughed, “I wonder if he’ll be so happy when he takes that bandage off and has a look in the mirror. Vain bastard.”

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#SoCS Feb 17/18

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His eyes opened wide in disbelief. Holding the card in his hands he looked again at the brief message with it’s promise of exotic delights to come. In seventeen years of marriage this was the most explicit Valentine’s card she had sent to him. They had both, or so he thought treated the whole Valentine’s day idea as something of a bit of a joke. Something to be left to the younger couples. he waved the card in front of his nose, not even sure if he would recognise a perfume that his wife liked or used. A bit of doubt as to the identity of the sender began to creep into his mind. He would have felt flattered but instead began to feel nervous. After all they hadn’t sent each other cards every year by agreement but if she hadn’t and he placed it on the mantel she may be a bit upset. It would be even worse if she had sent him a card but not this one and he would have no choice but to put them both up, the strangers alongside hers.

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