Saturday, January 24, 2015

THE BLINDING GLARE OF THE EMPTY PAGE...or 10 Tips to Writing an Interesting Essay

Your teacher has just assigned you the one thing you dread, but know you will face several times during the school year in several of your classes.  Yes, that's right, kids, it's time to write

THE ESSAY.  

You let out a deep sigh as you feel the heavy weight of dread in your gut, and your entire attitude fades to black.  It's as if someone has pulled a dark veil over your formerly sunny outlook.

Okay, maybe that's a BIT dramatic.  But for many of us, writing the essay is a task that takes more gumption just to begin than to actually complete.

We have now been assigned Written Task 2, which is the formal essay.  If that isn't punishment enough, we also must include an outline with it to clarify for ourselves and our reader just what we are supposed to be focusing on in our paper (thus providing a possible highlight of where we have fallen short!)  

Now, now, now.  Writing the essay doesn't have to be such a downer.  In fact, it can become something you look forward to!  (Okay, maybe that's taking it a bit too far).  At the very least, it can be a challenge you are ready and able to meet.

Like anything else worth doing, writing takes what I like to refer to as the three P's:  perseverance, passion and patience.  You need to eliminate the idea of "trying my best" and substitute that notion with "I will DO my best."  Do not even entertain the notion of "this will be hard" or "I cannot do this well," or "my teacher will hate this."  Do not put it off until the last minute or it will be a self-fulfilling prophecy of doom.

Instead, set aside a quiet space, do some relaxation breathing like we learned in class, and ELIMINATE DISTRACTIONS.  Silence your phone.  Do not allow yourself to text friends or scope out Facebook.  It's just you, some paper (or a screen) and words.  Take some time to go through your notes and quotes, and begin the process of writing.  Don't put the pressure of editing or grammar on yourself at this stage.  Writing is a process.  Allow your subconscious creativity to flow first, uninhibited.  You can fix it all later.
Be patient with yourself and your thoughts.  Wait for the right words or search them out until you find the one you truly feel is best.  Use a thesaurus for inspiration.  DON'T SURRENDER.

Write something YOU like.  Don't think about me (aka your teacher), or anyone else.  Take your topic, and write about it in an interesting way that appeals to you and reflects your writing style.
 Again, revision and editing will come later.  The first stage of the writing process is....wait for it....WRITING!  Find something fun in it...something that stirs your creative passion.

Writing the essay may never be your favorite thing to do, but at the very least it doesn't have to be a punishment.  Take some time to read this article about "Writing the Essay."  The tips are awesome, I think.  Drink them in, and come ready to attack Written Task 2....

AND WIN.





Sunday, January 18, 2015

THE KILL ZONE: Why do (should) authors allow the good to die?

We have come to the end of The Book Thief.  As a reader, once again, I am traumatized.  Yes, it's true.  I am traumatized along with the rest of you, only this will be my 8th time reading through this book, and the eighth time I have been plagued by this trauma.

I am pretty sure that makes me a literary masochist.

I am pleased to say that time has healed me to the point that I won't feel the need to carry the book around with me like a security blanket for the next month, so I can periodically go to the middle or beginning section of the book to resurrect Rudy, Hans and Rosa, but still, I will, along with the narrator of this book (Death) be forever "Haunted by humans."  That is just the reader in me.

The writer in me smiles through the tears.  I nod in agreement with Markus Zusak, and while this story breaks my heart into hundreds of pieces, I get it.  I understand.  I would have done the same thing.

Now, please don't throw orange peels at me through your screens.  You are, as always, free to disagree, but I must return to a quote by James Scott Bell, mystery/thriller writer, who said this:  "Every story is a resurrection story.  Every single one."

The question is, how does this resurrection come about?  How is the mystery of great truth revealed and internalized?  How is it that our characters who seem, at times, doomed, find salvation?  Often, sadly, the answer is through sacrifice.

Novels are about redemption.  So is, if we are honest with ourselves, the story of life.  We all are broken by the world.  But within us is something pretty amazing:  the tenacity of the human spirit.  It keeps us hoping...it gives us the faith that no matter what happens, no matter what the chaos of life throws at us, no matter how badly we might fail at handling these challenges, there will always be the chance of redemption.

As I am writing my second novel, I am having to make some hard choices about what to do with some of my beloved, messy, beautifully flawed characters.  What makes sense?  What rings true?  What needs to happen so that my reader can find that golden message that we must face the logical consequences of our choices and behaviors?  These logical consequences are tough.  They are cruel.  They are hard.  But through the tears and punctured hearts, (and often ONLY through them) we can discover that  there is ALWAYS (I repeat, ALWAYS) the hope and promise of restoration...of truth, of honor, of love, and of wisdom.

With the death of one, comes the renewed understanding and strengthening of another.
It is the angst that is writing.
It is the raw beauty and brutality of life.

It is what will continue to keep us...


haunted by humans.


Enjoy this article that explains the reasoning behind "killing the good characters."  Please read it with an open mind and understanding that it is relating to fiction writing.  Please comment and give me your thoughts.  What points did you find most true for YOU?

http://killzoneauthors.blogspot.com/2013/03/killing-off-good-characters.html

Sunday, January 11, 2015

A FEW OF YOUR FAVORITE THINGS...


Right now, one of the big trends on facebook is the gratitude posts.  People will post something for which they are grateful each day and then number the days.  I love the idea.  I think that in this world with all of its choices, daily stresses, and, well, just everything on the news everyday, it is a good way to refocus, reset, and empower ourselves with all the many positive things and blessings we have in this country and community.

A relative of the gratitude post is the list of "My Favorite Things."  Making such a list of the things you hold most dear can provide a springboard for a gratitude list.  It is the perfect time at the beginning of the year to direct your mind to those things that are positive in your life--those things that make your heart happy.  In one of my favorite musicals, The Sound of Music, the Von Trapp family governess, Maria, even sings about her favorite things to help the eight children in her charge refocus their fears on a stormy night to think of things that make them smile...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0IagRZBvLtw

So, here are the rules for this week's post:  Make a list of your 25 most favorite THINGS.  The key word is THINGS.  No people allowed on your list.  That removes the pressure you may feel to name every family member and friend.  People and things should never be categorized together.  People come first.  This list is much more light-hearted.

It was REALLY tougher than I thought to narrow it down to 25 for me (initially, I was afraid I would draw a blank!) but here is what came to mind first for me.  If you get stuck, go back and listen to Maria's song again, or review my list for inspiration, but really try to just take pen to paper and write what comes to your mind first.  It will probably be the most honest answer.  :)

Let's start the New Year off with a list of all the things we love...those things for which we are most grateful.

Your soul will thank you.

MRS. CARAWAY'S FAVORITE THINGS...(in no particular order)

1.   Cathedral bells
 2.   Classical/Romantic piano music
3.  Fire places and how it feels to sit next to them on a cold day or evening
4.  Christmas Eve
5.  Mont Saint Michel
6.  Big Ben in London, and the view of it from Westminster Abbey
7.  The walk along the Seine from Eiffel Tower to Notre Dame in the autumn.
8.  Hanalei Bay & Secrets Beach (Kauai)
9.  WW2 History
10.  Handwritten letters with wax seals
11.  Romeo and Juliet  (and Shakespearean language)
12.  Books, movies and plays that make me cry, for joy and sadness (I can watch Phantom of the Opera over and over and over again)
13. Things that sparkle (candlelight, glitter, crystals, diamonds, etc.)
14.  Standing on a stage after a late night dress rehearsal...and it's dark, and there's anticipation everywhere....
15. The color red
16.  Reading or writing inside on a cold rainy day
17.  Pumpkin Spice Lattes with coconut milk
18.  The sound of my children laughing
19.  Watching my plays and my favorite plays come to life on the stage with my favorite people in them.
20.  Lacy, vintage dresses and button up boots (the combo of it)
21.  Flowers--especially poppies
22.  My faith (which gives me hope--my favorite virtue next to love)
23.  Perfume (I LOVE trying it all on!)
24.  The way it feels outside just before the snow falls (the sacred quiet of it--like nature holding its breath)
25.  Heroes - the real kind


 



Sunday, January 4, 2015

IT'S NOTHING PERSONAL....or is it?



It's nothing personal.  


People say that to you when you are upset by something that was done or said to you...something that mattered.  Something you cared about.  Whether you lost an opportunity, or someone treated you unfairly, these are the three words that are often offered to us to "make it better:"

It's nothing personal.

Have you been told that before?  Does it work for you?
Let's hold that thought for a moment while we go on to something unrelated...The SAT's.

There's a section on the SAT's that I remember quite well.  It's the analogies.  It goes like this:  

Peanut Butter : Jelly  :: ??
Then you choose from four choices which analogy is equivalent.  It is, in a way, a sort of marriage between math and language.  

They start out easy, and then become gradually more impossible, but still, I LOVED practicing these questions and trying to reason them out.

Why am I talking about this?  Well, reading through The Book Thief and experiencing the beauty of Zusak's language, I realize how important writing is to me and to many others out there, I am sure.  We are, as humans, always seeking to express ourselves and connect to others, and writing offers both opportunities in one stroke of the pen or a few taps on a keyboard.

So...to better illustrate SAT style....

writing: Mrs. Caraway ::  running: track athlete :: dancing: dancer :: painting : artist

                          


All of these are ways to express ourselves, and in many ways, connect with others.  They enable us to express and release emotions and frustrations, whether those emotions be positive (joy, peace) or negative (pain, anger) and give us a chance to tell the world "I am here.  I have a voice."

We got to identify words that spoke to us as we looked through a list of 51 Quotes last blog entry, so now let's speak out.  Take something that has made you feel strongly: an experience, the words of someone else, an event, a tragedy, a challenge, ANYTHING.  Then, express yourself in poetry, allegory, an image you find that speaks to you, an image you create and can somehow share here with us, a link to a short video or clip you find or created that speaks  for you (appropriate, please), etc.  Then share it with us.

I am sharing something I wrote several years ago when I was feeling pretty down on the world and people, in general.  People can be thoughtless and inconsiderate.  They can, quite frankly, be downright cruel.  I was already discouraged by some people in my life, and then I happen to hear the phrase, "You can't let it bother you.  It's nothing personal."  I think I had an inner snap, and it made me write this down...

I cannot watch the news too often because I take what happens in the world very personally.  I hurt when I see people's lives ripped apart by an act of nature or an evil regime.  I feel sick when I see what some young and innocent children have to go through in their lives because of the selfishness and cruelty of others.  I am offended that people don't take these things personally, quite frankly, and while I have come to realize that the individual who gave me the advice to "not take things personally" meant well, and was right about not letting things KEEP me down, I struggle to this day with the phrase "It's nothing personal."

Maybe it's because I am the so-called artsy type; too emotional or sensitive.  Maybe I feel too much and too deeply.  But you know what?  Good.  I'm grateful for that.  To have a big heart to me is definitely better than the cold alternative.  

Would love to hear your thoughts on my expression/frustration--this snapshot in time--and I am excited to read and offer feedback on yours, too!  

So...in the spirit of those fun analogies, may your expressions be to you like sweet freedom is to the long-held captive....a great and joyful relief!


We hurt each other with words and plots of financial destruction
We discourage, betray and disregard one another.
What we call "love" is fleeting; disposable- temporary.
We use each other, feigning friendship until our goals are reached and treasures are made.
Then, we politely dismiss one another with the words, "It's nothing personal."

I find it sadly humorous that we convince ourselves these words are true:
"it's nothing personal."
After we break a heart, destroy a trust, ruin a valued relationship, and dismiss it all
with this blatant lie.
What is life if not personal?
Anytime we enter the world of another, it is personal.
When we acknowledge their existence, engage in discourse, exhange pleasantries or vows,
it becomes, above all else, personal.

It is always personal, first and foremost. If nothing else, life, itself is personal.
When we deny this, we lie to ourselves.
John Donne wrote, "No man is an island....any earth that is diminshed diminishes me."
When we destroy each other with a blow that is "nothing personal,"
we are getting very personal with our souls. 

Slowly, it cuts away at our own lives.
This is the great irony that has cut away the very fabric of our society.
It is a line that separates us and makes us enemies: fathers and daughters,
mothers and sons, friends and lovers....we can never get close.

Too many times we have heard the lie or spoken it to ourselves.
A bittersweet assurance that whatever did go wrong, wasn't our fault.
It was nothing personal. 

We protest wars, shake our fist at crime, and cry out at violence-
but what do we expect?
It is an existence of our own creation-
One where "nothing is personal" anymore....

Saturday, December 20, 2014

THE PROFOUND, THE HEART GRIPPING, THE BOLD & THE BEAUTIFUL: Inspired Words from Literature

 “One must be careful of books, and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.” —Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices

From the immortal words of Shakespeare to the poetry of Yeats; the tragic romance of Wuthering Heights to the terrifying beauty of Dracula, words continue to make our hearts beat a little faster, our lungs breathe in a little deeper, and our eyes see a little more clearly of all the deeper meaning that lies in every single moment of life.  


A good writer is extremely powerful.  His or her ability to put ink on paper in such an order that our emotions are moved in several different directions--often in the very same page--as we sit in our favorite chair eagerly devouring the story is nothing short of miraculous.  Words nourish us, hurt us, build us up, tear us down, make our hearts swell with love and romance or puncture with the most gut wrenching pain; words can leave us empty, in a puddle of our own tears while bystanding family members stand in wonder and confused dismay.


I have finished books before and been left a complete wreck; I have looked around at the world and wondered, "How can everything continue on as normal, as if none of this story ever happened?  Why isn't everyone else as heartbroken as I am right now?  How can they smile?"  I have also been left by a book thinking that life is more beauteous and amazing and miraculous than I have ever managed to notice before; that language is the same thing as art and that pages of what I just finished reading should be framed, and hung on the walls of the Getty and Louvre.  



Marcus Zusak is telling us over and over in The Book Thief in that special, gorgeous, metaphorical way of his that words are the keys to power.  Shakespeare knew it when he said  "The pen is mightier than the sword."  This Buzz Feed author who wrote the article in the link I am sharing with you  knows it, too.  Here, she has compiled what she claims are 51 of the most beautiful lines of literature.  While I have no idea how anyone could narrow it down to 51, I have to agree that every one of these lines belongs on a list of this description.  As I read some of them, I stopped, closed my eyes, and drank in the words like some sort of liquid nirvana.  Does that sound crazy?  I know what you're thinking:  How does Mrs. Caraway get so excited about a specific arrangement of words in a sentence?


Maybe I am a literature geek.  If that's the label that means I am obsessed with words, their power, and a life-changing story, then I wear the label proudly.  My cast (aka my Odyssey family) just finished their sixth performance of Romeo and Juliet, a performance of the words that Shakespeare organized in a script to tell an ancient story of violence and feudal hatred that is shot through the very heart by a love that transcends time.  We can debate the historical fact about whether the story is completely true or not, but here is something I do know for a fact: The appeal of  Romeo and Juliet isn't that it is real, but something about it is universal.  It is what, in our hearts, we truly believe love to be:  powerful, heartbreaking, beautiful.  It's timeless.  Every time I watched my cast perform, it was like I was watching it all for the first time.  The words of this story clutched my heart, and they always will.


Whether it's Shakespeare or Stroker,  Whitman or Wilde, the words of a skilled word artist will do that to us time and time again.  And you know what?  Thank goodness they do.  For when we are sitting in our favorite chair, drowning in a puddle of our own tears and torn hearts, cursing the writer for putting us in that condition while our family members look on bewildered and concerned, we know, in that moment, we are alive.  We are human.  We can feel the depths of sorrow and the limitlessness of joy.  As a writer and a reader, I celebrate that.


Read through this list, pick a quote that speaks the loudest to you, and reflect on it.  What does it mean?  How does it speak to your heart?  What do you love about it?  THEN, (you are not done yet!) share a quote NOT on this list from a favorite book and tell us why you love it.


Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and don't ever stop believing....in the great and mighty power of words.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/jenniferschaffer/i-am-i-am-i-am#.mdB5JA85Nw



Saturday, December 6, 2014

STORMING THE BEACHES

"No man is an island entire of itself; every man 
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main... 
Any man's death diminishes me, 
because I am involved in mankind. 
And therefore never send to know for whom 

the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."
~John Donne

I have always loved this poem, but it has never rung as true for me as it did on the day I had the honor of standing above Omaha Beach in Normandy.





So many names--a sea of white crosses. Men--America's sons--who traveled across an ocean to lay down their lives for strangers in the name of freedom and righteousness. They didn't know what fate had in store for them that grey, choppy June day. But they did know that there was a whole continent being held hostage, and it was up to them to do something about it.

So they stormed the beaches. They stepped out on dangerous enemy territory with the orders to make the climb; up the embankment, to take the bunkers, to take out the enemy. Nothing was certain. Death was likely. But they were involved with mankind. And the bell was tolling....

That was almost 70 years ago, yet very little has changed. We all are asked at some point in our lives for a multitude of reasons to storm a beach. To face a fear. To walk into uncertainty. To let go of one dream and seek out the possibility of another. There are no guarantees. Fate is uncertain. But we are given that same choice: stay adrift, or storm the beach. Will we make the choice to face the enemy head on and get it over with?  Will we make the climb?


The men of Normandy knew their enemy and were willing to do whatever it required to take them out, once an for all. 


You need to know also that you are not an island. While an evil or misfortune may not threaten you directly, if it threatens your family, your friend, your brother, it diminishes you.

If you are storming a beach in life right now--or you are about to--you are in good company. Trust me. I stood on that beach with the spirits of those men, those Boys of Pointe du Hoc. There is peace there where they rest; the peace of those who knew they were not an island. They did not have doubts. Their mission was clear. They were the boys who saved a continent of strangers because they realized that no matter how free they were in their land, they would never truly be free until their brothers all over the world were free. They sought to make the climb, and many, in the process, ultimately laid down their lives for these strangers across the sea....these brothers.

There is no greater love than this.


Take a few moments and reflect on your Book Thief  character.  What beaches must he/she storm right now?  What characteristics or personal qualities does he or she possess that make him/her equipped to face the challenge?  If you are comfortable, you may also share a beach you had to storm in your life, either for yourself or on behalf of another.  What qualities do you have that helped you make the climb over the embankment?  You do not have to share a personal story by any means.  Only if you wish to share.  You may also share a story of someone else who stormed a beach and inspired you.


Tomorrow will mark the anniversary of a day President Roosevelt said would live in infamy.  It was, literally a call to arms.  A bell that tolled.  I hope you will take a moment or two tomorrow to think about the brave men and women who answered the call--who fought for the freedom of others.


I am eager to hear your stories.

Friday, November 7, 2014

"SUCH A FINE SUNNY DAY": The Power of WORDS on the Path of Resistance




The title of this post includes a part of the last words of Sophie Scholl, member of the German Resistance Group, The White Rose.  

On the twenty second of February in 1943, Sophie, her brother Hans and their friend Christoph Probst were found guilty of treason and condemned to death.  Their crime?  The distribution of six anti-Nazi political resistance leaflets.  They had been arrested while distributing the sixth leaflet at the University of Munich just four days earlier.


All three were beheaded by a guillotine in Munich's Stadelheim Prison at 17:00 hours.  The execution was supervised by Walter Roemer, the enforcement chief of the Munich district court.  He along with other prison officials, in later reports describing the scene, emphasized the great courage of the young 22 year old girl as she walked to her execution.  Her complete last words were recorded as follows:  


How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause?  Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go, but what does my death matter if through us, thousands of people are awakened and stirred into action?


Following her death, a copy of the sixth leaflet was smuggled out of Germany through Scandinavia to the UK by German jurist Helmuth James Graf von Moltke, where it was used by the Allied Forces.  In mid-1943, they dropped over Germany millions of propaganda copies of the tract, now retitled The Manifesto of the Students of Munich...


Sophie's legacy had begun...and it rained down on all of Germany as a warning.

In a historical context, The White Rose's legacy is significant as a demonstration of exemplary spiritual courage and as a well-documented case of social dissent in a time of violent repression, censorship and conformist pressure.


It also teaches us that while words can be manipulated and twisted in pretty ways to lead a nation into committing heinous acts of murder, torture and war, they may also be used to proclaim truth, which is ultimately the mightiest sword in any arsenal.


Playwright Lillian Garrett-Groag stated in Newsday on February 22, 1993:  "It is possibly the most spectacular moment of resistance that I can think of in the twentieth century.  The fact that five little kids, in the mouth of the wolf, where it really counted, had the tremendous courage to do what they did, is spectacular to me."


In the same issue of Newsday, Holocaust historian Jud Newborn noted that:  "You cannot really measure the effect of this kind of resistance in whether or not X number of bridges were blown up or a regime fell...The White Rose really as a more symbolic value, but that's a very important value."


I would personally argue that Sophie Scholl and The White Rose Resistance has more than just symbolic value.  It represents the essence of what every human being is called to be:  a protector of truth, a defender of the innocent, and a warrior for freedom.  This, in the case of young Sophie, may prove to be deadly in a world where so often truth is abhorrent to those who hunger for their own personal gain and power; but it is that quiet gnawing in the soul and heart of all human beings--that part of ourselves that can hear the voice of that truth and realize that it is, in fact, something worth dying for.


The Power of Words.  The Power of the Truth they can wield.  It is immeasurable.


Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a Lutheran pastor and another member of the German Resistance who was tortured then executed for treason against Germany once said:  "Silence in the face of evil is, itself, evil:  God will not hold us guiltless.  Not to speak is to speak.  Not to act is to act.  The ultimate test of a moral society is the kind of world that it leaves to its children."


Powerful words.  Convicting words.  They acknowledge that our voice, when used for truth--when used as a weapon to admonish evil outright and out loud to the world--is what defines our character.  Inaction is, in fact, a choice of action.  Silence is also speaking volumes.  Sophie knew this.  Her executioners knew this, too.  She made her choice, and I believe that because it was the right one--the truth--that she was able to face her death in peace and with a clear conscience.


On May 9, 2014, Google depicted Sophie Scholl for its Google Doodle on the occasion of what would have been her 93rd birthday.  She is, apparently, an inspiration to Google.


She is also a great inspiration to me.


Please take the time to read about Sophie in the article below.  She is worth your time, I promise! If you like what you read and want to be inspired further, there is a great YA novel based on her lived titled The Silenced.  There is also an incredible movie:  Sophie Scholl: The Final Days  that I highly recommend.  I have also included the trailer to that movie below.  Please look at BOTH and give me your comments.


Here is to Words and their saving power.  Here is to truth and courage.


Here is to the White Rose.


"Always stand up for what's right; even if you're standing alone." ~Sophie Scholl


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XM5A4ETW_Io

http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/Holocaust/rose.html