Thursday, March 26, 2015

The Rhythm of #fiction: Plot versus development. #creativewriting #fictioncraft

I've been thinking a lot about the rhythm of my novel-in-progress. I have a lot of psychological drama which is tense, alternated with a more relaxed love story. The trick is to keep the reader engaged, to withhold information without causing the plot line to sag. It is a constant battle to provide enough development so that the plot is understandable, but at the same time keep the action going.

I read aloud often to really "hear" the story. This is the way stories came down to earliest man and to us as children before we could read. We all instinctively know what works in a story if we listen carefully and engage our imaginations. I am constantly finding errors in logic, awkward flow, or poor phrasing just by reading out loud.

Enough procrastination! Back to work.

So long,
Mary

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Hollywood, California's "Algonquin West" of Eve La Salle Caram. #creativewriting #writingworkshop

I am thriving.
I write for many hours of the day and really enjoy it. My dental hygienist  told me the other day that she hates writing. She cannot do it well and won't practice. When she said that, I stared at her, silenced and dumbfounded. I cannot imagine a life without writing or reading.

Writing requires an audience to really come alive, and I find a writing group is essential for development, especially when it is a longer project. I work with a group of talented women who read and respond to my work in creative and significant ways. Wonderful! We call ourselves, "Algonquin West," and I can't imagine working this well without them. They spur me on to complete pages for our once-a-week meeting, and then inspire me to improve the pages I have written.

I am especially thankful to the talented Eve La Salle Caram who has guided this group from the beginning, and who works diligently with each one of us, as well as teaching classes at UCLA and Cal State Northridge! Whew!

Back to my novel-in-progress.

So long,
Mary