Word by Word

Creating myself one word at a time.

World of Ash

World of AshAs far as dystopian fiction goes, I haven’t read widely. Of course, I’ve read “The Hunger Games.” I also read the first in Veronica Roth’s series, “Divergent.” In those, though, there is still an order to society. There are rules, systems and leadership.

None of these exist in Shauna Granger’s new book, “World of Ash.” The only rule is survival. Before I get ahead of myself, let me offer a short synopsis.

The normal, teenage life Kat knew is no longer a reality. It is the stuff of memory and dreams. Everyone she loved is dead, taken by a fast moving plague and the bombs dropped by her own government in an attempt to contain it. She took to the road north just before Los Angeles was decimated. Now, she’s on the road alone trying to get to the only family she has left, or so she hopes, in Washington. “World of Ash” follows Kat’s harrowing journey through run-ins with gangs of other survivors, lack of food and water, and avoiding the Pestas who brought the plague in the first place. Along the way Kat finds Blue, a dog who becomes her protector, and Dylan, who finds a way into Kat’s heart.

Max

Blue, Kat’s adopted dog, stole my heart. Pictured is my dog, Max. I wouldn’t want any other dog to traverse the end of the world with than my Max.

As I read “World of Ash”, there were moments when I thought of classical odyssey stories. Recently, I read a children’s version of Homer’s “The Odyssey” with my son and I couldn’t help but see the parallels with the journey Kat was forced to take. With each mile Kat traveled, I kept wondering whether this would be a moment of idyll like Calypso’s island or if it would be more like the run-in with the Cyclops.

Granger has created a fast-paced book, which keeps you on the edge of your seat, or bed if you read it at night like I did. Tension fills the pages and before you know it, the clock strikes midnight and you really should go to bed so you aren’t a zombie at work the next day.

The book explores how humans might behave when they are faced with simply surviving day-to-day. The world Granger imagines is really one where tragedy enhances people’s personalities. Those who are kind become even more kind. The scared become terrified. The bullies become terrifying. I couldn’t help but imagine how I might behave in such a world. Yet, Kat has no time for philosophical thoughts, let alone arguments. I can sense there are coming storms for Kat and Dylan, which will force them to face them.

It is easy to keep reading, not only because of the action, but also because Granger has written this book with straightforward prose. The style only helps to enhance the stark reality of a world with no rules, no law and no safety.

It was clear “World of Ash” is the start to a new series. There are a few threads left hanging at the end of the book. Kat’s journey is far from over. There is increasing mystery around the Pestas and the government’s response. This reader is eager to dig into the next phase of Kat’s journey.

The other day I discovered this musical artist. To my chagrin, it was through a cheesy jewelry commercial. It doesn’t change that I’m now in love with Lord Huron.

The song, as it turned out was “Ends of the Earth” by Lord Huron. I went to YouTube to decide if I liked the whole album called “Lonesome Dreams.” As you may have guessed, I did. Every song on the album. It’s now on my Christmas list. 

I was listening to some of the songs the other day and introduced a work friend to this musical treasure. She immediately said “This makes me want to go on an adventure!” And she was right. That’s exactly what I’d been feeling, but never put it into words. The music made me want to explore, but not just the physical world…my storytelling world, too!

We found the video for the song “Lonesome Dreams” (linked below). Lo and behold, it was all about an explorer. The whole video gives the sense that Lord Huron has a story to tell about an adventurer. The tone of the songs, the lyrics, brought to life this story for my friend and I before we’d even seen the video. It got me thinking about how important tone is to any creative work. I keep listening to Lord Huron, digging deeper into the songs and the stories they tell.

One, and I’m not gonna say which one yet, has even inspired a whole new novel idea for me. I’m already jotting notes in my notebook for when I’m ready to take it on, which I’ll do with Lord Huron in my ears.

Row 80

Row 80I decided to take a bit of a break after winning National Novel Writing Month because I’d pushed pretty hard. There was a lot of “around the house” stuff I needed to give some attention. Then, of course, there was the Thanksgiving cooking, Christmas decorating and present buying. All of this has given me the ability to take a bit of a brain break from the WIP, which it turns out, I needed.

All of that to say that I haven’t progressed much further in the last week. I’ve only added another 500 to 700 words to the WIP, however I’ve also been mulling over the next step for my main character. Something big is about to happen to her, something horrible that leads to something great.

My goal this week is to get back to writing every day, a habit I built over November. I also have two things I would like to do here on my website. First, I’m going to add some details about my current project. A short synopsis. Explanation of my inspirations. Playlist of some music I listen to while I work on this project. Second, I found some old short stories I wrote in college. I think I’m going to post a couple here. Just for fun!

Pearl Harbor

I began reflecting on the Pearl Harbor bombing. The words of FDR are unforgettable when remembering the damage done at Pearl Harbor and the lives lost.

When I was in junior high, I had the opportunity to visit Pearl Harbor. It was the 50th anniversary, which means I explored the monuments with survivors of Pearl Harbor. Men and women who were on the bases and ships when the bombs began to fall. Men and women who lost family and friends that day. There was still oil leaking from the USS Arizona.

God bless all of those still living and those who have passed on.

 

Row 80This is me, stopping the Snoopy dance for a moment, to come by and say:

I DID IT!!!!!! 50,359 words are in the bag.

Snoopy dance with me everyone!

 

Here is my proof. I’m going to just wallow in it…until my fingers are all pruney. I’m also not going to think about the next 40,000 words I need to write to finish the novel until after the turkey coma.

NaNoWinner

Now, I’m going to go watch something on TV. Or read a book. Or re-acquaint myself with my children.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Row 80

Row 80There was travel during my work week again. Wednesday was a 14 hour day, so I lost a couple of days of writing. And blogging. And sleep.

I decided I was going to try to crank out 7,000 words this weekend to make-up for lost productivity. I was getting a little panicked that this is the last week of National Novel Writing Month.

Friday night I was up until 3 a.m. I wrote for hours. At least it felt like I was writing for hours. I was distraught when I went back and calculated how many words and it was only like 2,000.

Saturday. I sat down for a productive afternoon of writing. And then I was sucked into Hallmark Christmas movies. It’s not even Thanksgiving yet and I’m already getting sucked into Christmas movies.

Sunday. Today was actually a pretty productive, thanks to writing sprints with my friend Niki. There is something about imposed deadlines that help me crank out the words.

My grand total for the weekend: 8,904. This is proof that if you push hard enough, write in small chunks and set incremental goals, 7,000+ words in a weekend is possible.

Now, I need to get some sleep.

 

Row 80

Row 80Well, the weekend of birthday madness is officially over and we all survived. The kiddo is now six and all the fun was had. Whew!

I had a great week of writing until Friday and the weekend pretty much followed the same pattern as Friday. I was able to sit down this evening and struggle through a transitional scene, which had been giving me some trouble. I hope that sets me up for a good sprint tomorrow.

So, with that, an update on my ROW80 goals.

I was able to get well over five hours of work in this week on the books, even with a short hiatus this weekend.

NaNo is going well. I’m just about to hit 30K and I’m so glad I front loaded on word count to help cover the lack of writing productivity this weekend.

Had a lot of family time this weekend!

Ruby Red

Ruby RedIt was a year and a half ago and I was trolling through the Nook bookstore on my device. I’d finished reading a YA book that I can’t even remember the title of now. I stumbled across a book called “Ruby Red.” I read the synopsis, which indicated two things which intrigued me.

First, the book was translated from German.

Second, the book was about time travel. (Just a side note here. I’m obsessed with anything related to time travel. If it has someone moving backwards or forwards in time, I’m game.)

Sold. I bought the book, which was only $8.99 and figured I’d give it a whirl.

Within the first two chapters I was hooked by the mythology and world created in Gier’s book. Even though the original book was written in German, the setting for her story is London in the year 2011.

Quick synopsis: Gwyneth Shepherd ‘s family is special. Certain females in the family can travel in time. Due to her birth order and date, the family has been preparing Gwen’s cousin Charlotte to be the final traveler—the Ruby—in a long line of travelers. Then one day, Gwen travels backwards instead. Not only is the family thrown into chaos, because perfect well-trained Charlotte is not going to be the Ruby, but so is the venerable secret society that has been protecting the secret of time travel and the travelers for centuries.

What follows is Gwen’s journey in understanding what traveling will mean for her and some secret destiny she’s to fulfill, what is really behind the secret society started by the shadowy Count Saint-Germain and some of her own family’s secrets.

Along the way she is forced to work with her male time travel counterpart, Gideon de Villiers, who comes from the male line. He is good looking, well-educated, and well-trained in the customs of many eras. He and Gwen also have a tough time learning to work with each other, let alone trust one another.

When I finished “Ruby Red” I went straight back to the Nook store and looked for the second book “Sapphire Blue” only to find it hadn’t been translated to English yet. I didn’t relish the thought of reading with a German-English dictionary next to me, so I had to wait. And wait.

Ruby Red

Still from “Ruby Red” movie adaptation.

It was finally released in the US. I read it quickly, as it continues from the second the first book ended. Then I waited for the third, and final, book to publish, “Emerald Green.”

In the end, the three books only span about two weeks and take you on a fun ride across time. Now, there are moments when you have to stop and think through the way time works in Gier’s world. There are also times, as with any time travel story, where you have to just go with it.

Along with the fun ride and great mythology about how these people are able to travel, and the rules, Gier introduced me to some very memorable characters: from Gwen’s brother and sister to Lesley, her best friend, to great-aunt Maddy (who is a bit crazy), to James Augustus Peregrine Pympole-Botham, the ghost who haunts her school. They are all wonderful and quirky. They add richness to the story, which is already beautifully plotted.

She also sustained a tension through all three books that impressed me. Clues were placed wisely to allow me bits and pieces, but kept me guessing about the secrets and what Count Saint-Germain’s goals really were.

This YA series delivered on inventiveness, originality, quirk and enjoyment. I will be reading the whole trilogy again soon. Only this time I won’t have to wait months between them.

In preparing this review, I’ve discovered there is a German film based on the first book. It has been dubbed into English, so I know what I’ll be doing this weekend.

"Realms of Inner Thoughts" by agsandrew.

“Realms of Inner Thoughts” by agsandrew. Please use according to copyright licenses available on the website.

The most surprising epiphany for me this National Novel Writing Month has been a renewed appreciation for the act of creation. The feeling of typing words you weren’t even thinking until they started to flow from your fingers. The realization that characters who never existed before now have their own personalities, weaknesses and desires.

At moments, when I’m really on a roll and words are flowing, I can understand why the ancients believed that creation was bestowed upon you by the Muses. If you strain your hearing just a little, you can almost hear the voice of Calliope or Melpomene whispering in your ear.

Muses Dancing with Apollo by Baldassare Tommaso Peruzzi

Muses Dancing with Apollo by Baldassare Tommaso Peruzzi

My cousin sent me a text the other day telling me how much she enjoyed reading my blog and updates on writing. She said she couldn’t wait until she could read my book. I told her that writing was a little something magical and a whole lot of pushing yourself further than you thought you could go.

This is the other side of the magic and the other thing that surprises me on a daily basis. The pain of allowing the characters to go through unimaginable situations and horrible circumstances. As I’ve written there are certain scenes that didn’t feel right and in the end I’ve found it’s because I was fighting the decision a character knew they were going to make—and it would lead to even more pain.

The other night I wrote the scene my heart wanted for my character and later, as I was lying in bed, she whispered to me “It didn’t happen like that and you know it.” She was right, of course, and I went back the next day and the real scene came out—the one that ripped her heart out and crushed her. When I finished with the words, not all of them perfect yet, I was exhausted.

This aspect of writing has me thinking about Anais Nin and her feelings about creation.

“The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.” –Anais Nin

Those who don’t create on a usual basis have a harder time understanding what this all means. As I was describing the thrill of writing words I never expected and being surprised by my characters to someone the other day, there was a look of skepticism on their face. I realize not everyone will understand the magic and pain of creation. That’s okay. I feel a little sorry for them though, missing such an amazing thrill and sense of wonder.

Row 80

Row 80It is another Sunday, the end of another weekend. I suffer from “end of weekend” depression usually, however I’m ending this one feeling pretty good. I aimed to spend a good bit of it writing and that’s just what I was able to do.

I also discovered something interesting about the way I write. I’m better with a short, focused writing time than a series of hours with no forced deadline. Friday my friend Niki and I sprinted during our lunch hour and I had one of the greatest hours of writing so far, 1,622 words that were quality words. Saturday I cranked out nearly 4,000, but they were a struggle and today, well today was rough. Not sure any of it will be in the final draft.

The lesson in all this? There are a couple.

1. I like deadlines, they help me to be more productive.

2. Deadlines aren’t always available, so you have to dig down deep and push through.

3. Keep caffeine and chocolate on hand when #2 doesn’t work.

When I entered my NaNo word count earlier, after I promised myself that I was done for the day, I noticed that I’m only 500 words from 20,000. I think I’ll go in for another 500. The mental boost from reaching that goal will help drive me through the rest of this week.

So, goals. 1. I’ve worked well more than five hours on the book this week. 2. Doing well on NaNo participation. 3. Even got to spend some quality time with my kids this week. 4. There was a fourth, what was it? Oh, yeah. Exercise. I don’t want to talk about it.