If you are a word nerd, like me, you will appreciate this video, shared with me by an editor and fellow nerd.
If you are a word nerd, like me, you will appreciate this video, shared with me by an editor and fellow nerd.
Posted by Kim on July 16, 2014
The wildfires that raged across central Texas in 2011 were a core plot theme in my 2013 novel Wildfire.
Recently, we camped with friends in Bastrop State Park, where the lingering effects of the devastation are still hauntingly apparent, even three years later.
Fallen trees are scattered about the landscape, and the remaining survivors reach upward, their spindly, charred bodies a thin, bare skeleton of their former selves.
It was a sad and beautiful hike, as vegetation persists, pushing up around the remains of the fallen victims.
A sign at the front of the campground warned us to “Beware of Falling Trees.” And we did witness one falling, right across the riverbed from our campsite. It was a miserable cracking sound, followed by a crash to the water below.
I love the sky in this one (no filter, I’m not that fancy):
Nature is busy repairing itself here. And small slices have been taken from some of the trees, which I assume is the Forest Service’s method of determining which trees live on against the ruin and which are beyond salvation.
In the pic below, you can see a tree on the right, where foliage springs out at the very top, a desperate attempt to live on, despite the scorched trunk below.
My oldest son’s best buddy came with us, and he mused there must be an evil wizard who lives in this forest. And it does appear to be the kind of forest an evil wizard would choose to live in.
Just two dudes, talkin’ ’bout wizards:
At one point on the trail, it seemed as if someone had set up an obstacle course (runoff deterrent?) (evil wizard?):
Among the fun, s’mores and campfire stories, this trip was a reminder of the lasting effects of the wildfire. And a comforting assurance that nature does endure.
Posted by Kim on July 7, 2014
I’m linking to this great article written by a YA Librarian.
It is brilliant. And wonderful. And brilliant.
The post is called “Dear Media, Let me help you write that article on YA literature”.
Posted by Kim on June 19, 2014
If you are a regular reader, you know how I feel about Maya Angelou.
I am consistently in awe of her spirit, of her ability to shape words – and overtly simple concepts – into something beautiful and powerful.
And I’ve often wondered how such a mind worked on a daily basis. Obviously, Angelou had pain in her life. But instead of lying back on that pain, she dug her heels into it; she used it to raise her head higher, to pull her shoulders back.
I can’t imagine what the world would be without the passion and grace of Angelou’s words – certainly a dimmer one. I’ve often thought of her words as a gift. And as we mourn her death, I’d like to share some of those words with you.
Because, when such a brilliant human being dies, it is sad. Of course it is.
But it is also a time to celebrate the gifts she gave us, to reflect on the deep and permanent mark she left on this planet.
I mentioned the simplicity of the concepts Angelou often spoke about. And I don’t mean that as a discredit. What is so amazing about the best writers is their ability to speak to something we all are familiar with, but to shine a light on it that we otherwise would not have seen.
It’s their ability to give depth to something the rest of us see in one dimension that makes them memorable.
Maya Angelou often spoke out against something as simple as complaining, and she spoke of love as a liberating vessel:
One of my favorite lines from the video below is, “take a minute, feel some sorrow, for the folks who thought tomorrow was a place that they could call upon the phone.”
Simple, right? But giving a shade of depth to the single dimension:
If you haven’t seen the Iconoclasts episode she did with Dave Chappell, you must. It’s brilliant. Her humble, honest soul was incredible. Here’s the first part of the episode:
And of course, my very favorite. I’ve linked to it before, but here it is again:
Goodbye, Maya Angelou. And thank you.
Posted by Kim on May 29, 2014
My husband is graduating from college soon. He’s been in school for a while, taking a few classes here and there, fitting them in around work, cross-country moves, children and military deployments. And by some strange turn of events, we’ve come full circle and he’s graduating from my alma mater.
His diploma won’t look the same (they’ve changed the name of the school since I graduated), but I imagine he’ll be walking across the same stage in the same basketball arena as I did those many years ago.
And it makes me think back to my 23-year-old self and wonder: what lessons have I learned? What would I want starry-eyed, ambitious, dreamy me to know as she’s handed her Bachelor’s degree?
A few things come to mind.
You are a writer.
You will try to convince yourself this isn’t true. You will take jobs solely for the money. You will try your hand at several vocations – and you will be very good at some of them (and really terrible at others) – but none of them will fulfill you. They won’t make your heart ache. They won’t wake you up in the middle of the night the way writing does. They won’t urge you on or beat you down or pick you back up again the way writing does. She’s a bitch, but you can’t live without her. Trust me on that.
Stop laying out.
You will never be tan. Your freckley Scottish/Irish skin will not stand for it. Just embrace the pale.
One day, you’ll send a story in to a contest. A story beyond your typical genre. A story you hate, because it’s an illustration of your worst fear. Your writing partner will hate you for letting her read it without warning. (A piece of advice – warn her first.) But then the contest judge – David Morrell – will read it and think it worthy of honorable mention. And you’ll be honored. Especially after you Google David Morrell and discover he’s the author of Rambo. And then you’ll be humbled because clearly that guy knows terror.
Enjoy your body while it’s young.
Stop obsessing over what you are not and instead focus on what you are. Stop comparing your body to others, who are more than likely comparing their body to yours. It’s a relentless, stupid cycle. Embrace the good, let go of the “bad”.
Write for yourself.
You will get rejection letters. Lots of them. Then you will get one bite that will spin your head. When you read the words, “congratulations,” you won’t be able to breathe. But eventually, through negotiations, you’ll realize they are not a good fit for you. And you will lie awake at night, wondering if saying no to them would be the worst decision you ever made.
It won’t be.
You will be published.
After dreaming for years of getting your book into the hands of others, you will. It won’t be quite the St. Elmo’s-Fire-playing-and-fireworks-in-the-background kind of moment. But it will be close. And people from several continents will read it and tell you how connected they feel to the book. And you’ll want to stalk down every one of them and wrap them into a hug.
Don’t stalk. It’s creepy.
Not everyone will like your work.
A woman from Sweden will post a bad review and it will crush your soul. And you’ll want to stalk her down and explain yourself. Or at very least, throw angry looks at your IKEA bookshelves.
Don’t do that. It’s creepy.
Stop reading your reviews.
This is hard. But you have to do it. In order to keep writing for yourself, you have to stay grounded in who you are. And you can’t do that if you are pulled in either direction. As Maya Angelou said, “don’t pick it up, don’t lay it down.”
Don’t let compliments build you up to beyond who you are, and don’t let reproach pull you down. It’s not fair to the work.
You’ll learn these lessons slowly, and through a series of relationships with other writers. Some of those writers you’ll meet through connections in the blogosphere. And you’ll treasure the insight those writers have. Putting yourself out into the world makes you vulnerable, but it also opens the way for new friendships. And helps you hammer out the ongoing flow of extraneous words in your head. Both are worth it.
Posted by Kim on May 5, 2014
You can enter to win one of 4 free ebooks in a giveaway and scavenge for clues to win an additional ebook.
The first to email the clues to email@example.com wins!
Below is a list of blogs participating in the tour this week – be sure to check out the author interviews and excerpts from the book!
Day One (April 14th, 2014): Kick Off Post & Graphic
MoonBeams Over Atlanta
Day Two (April 15th, 2014): Excerpt Part One
Day Three (April 16th, 2014): Author Interview
Ink Of My Heart
Day Four (April 17th, 2014): Graphic
The Hellvis Compendium
Day Five (April 18th, 2014): Author Interview
Fire & Ice Book Reviews
Day Six (April 19th, 2014): Excerpt Part Two
Steampunk Sparrow’s Book Blog
Day Seven (April 20th, 2014): Author Interview & Graphic
Bit’N Book Promoters
Happy hunting everyone!
Posted by Kim on April 17, 2014
The blog tour, giveaway and scavenger hunt starts today at Moonbeams over Atlanta.
Posted by Kim on April 14, 2014
Posted by Kim on April 10, 2014
I wanted to link to a great TED talk I watched today.
Cameron Russell breaks down the perception of success in modeling and gives an honest account about the insecurity and reality of her job.
If you watch nothing else, fast forward to 5:30, when she provides real pictures of herself alongside the constructed and retouched modeling pics, and then watch at 7:25, when she gives a shocking statistic about the body image of young girls.
Actually, it’s not that shocking. Which makes it all the more terrible.
Posted by Kim on April 1, 2014
I have this friend who is an intelligent human being. But when discussing the issue of gender stereotypes, his acumen seems to wane. His take on gender roles: they don’t exist.
On one hand, this is a refreshing outlook on life. He doesn’t treat women contrarily to men, because he doesn’t see them differently. But on the other hand, he believes this is how the rest of the world operates, and he thinks me inane when I bring it up.
Here’s a snippet from a recent conversation of ours (editorialized, I’m sure):
Him: I never read The Hunger Games.
Me: Cause it’s for girls?
Him: No, why would you say that?
Me: Because boys don’t read books written for girls.
Me: Or written by girls.
Me: What was the last book you read written by a woman?
Him: I don’t remember.
Me: Uh huh.
Him: I don’t remember because I don’t pay attention to the gender of the author.
Me: Have you ever read a book with a bubble gum pink cover on it?
Me: Cause the pink cover is there to appeal strictly to women. Women aren’t turned off by a black or blue cover. But a pink cover makes a man run in the other direction.
Him: Whatever. How many books with pink covers do you own?
Me: Uh – they make me run in the other direction too.
So. This is the debate. Do men read books that are directly marketed to women? With pink covers or a drawing of a lithe, fashionable woman holding a wine glass on the front?
Why would they? Clearly, it’s not marketed to them. Just as I am not drawn to Sports Illustrated magazine – while the articles in that publication might be very stimulating, I’ll never know, because I’m not inclined to pick up a magazine with a sweaty man in a football uniform gracing the front.
However, I don’t hesitate to read books written by men. Alexandre Dumas is one of my favorite authors of all time. But so is Jane Austen. John Green, I think, is one of the most brilliant writers of our generation. But I also feel that way about Suzanne Collins and Kristin Cashore. And – interestingly – the covers of their very popular books are NOT gender specific:
A recent article published in The Guardian poses this thought-provoking question: are we encouraging sexism among young adult readers?
Interesting tidbit from this article:
Almost from birth, readers are coralled [sic] into the pink and blue worlds of sparkle for girls and adventure for boys. But, as American YA author Libba Bray points out, books have no gender – titles for young adults, she argues, should have gender neutral covers. “We have to move the needle,” she says. “If you categorise [sic] books as for boys or for girls, the message is that boys don’t need to be concerned about the female experience. And vice versa.”
I am completely guilty of this. The cover for my young adult novel, Wildfire, features a young girl in a whirlwind of red hair. It’s not pink. But it certainly doesn’t say, “Dude, read me now.” This is exactly what I asked of my cover designer. I had the vision in my head long before the release date. And she delivered exactly what I wanted.
And my readership – in my mind – is also comprised of teenage girls.
At least a handful of men have read my book. Most of them are related to me, or linked to me in some way, and they read the book out of support for me. Which is fantastic and I love them for it. And I certainly want my own boys to grow up and read my books someday.
And why couldn’t they?
The themes addressed within the book (racism, classism, domestic abuse) are pretty universal across genders. In fact, when I think about it, the main character could be a boy. And I certainly think it would work that way. But the marketing does not appeal to the male demographic.
Gendered book marketing has particular impact upon boys. Girls, as Brooklyn-based author Gayle Forman explained at Reading Matters 2013, will read across gender. But boys are often self-conscious about reading books that might be considered to be “girly”. “Why is it acceptable for a girl to enter a boy world, but not the opposite?” Forman asked.
Interesting debate, but something that goes deeper than books, I think. As usual, the book world is just illustrating what is going on in society as a whole.
But it makes me want to experiment. I wonder, if I changed the cover of Wildfire, changed the lead character to a boy, and changed nothing else, would it sell as well as the original? Or better? Interesting thought. Look for Wildfire part Deux, possibly coming soon to Amazon.com.
Posted by Kim on January 29, 2014