Sunday, June 3, 2012

Outline a novel first or just go for it?


A recent discussion on LinkedIn in my Authors, Writers, Publishers, Editors and Writing Professional group was about the question: Do you write with an outline or without one and just from your mind? The answers are all over the place, some for an outline, some against an outline and for the free-writing approach, and some for a little of both.


I am of the outline-before-writing school of thought in most cases. When I worked on proposals in the aerospace business, the maxim was plan the writing before you write – that was to have a top level outline, annotate it with details and a graphics plan, get it approved, and then begin the writing. For my novel I did it a little less formally. In the first novel workshop I ever took, I learned these steps: write the first scene, write the last scene, and write a middle scene. Then write a list of scenes that go in between and start filling in the details of those scenes. Once all that is done, go back and fill more details: results of research, descriptions of characters, locations, time, etc. – spackling the instructor called it.

I found the list of scenes very valuable. It doesn’t have a lot of detail, but it gave me just enough to delve into the writing of the scenes. And by the way, the list doesn’t preclude adding more scenes or deleting some that I have. I think it provided me with a lot of flexibility as well as an anchor for my writing. I just wrote the dialogue first for some scenes and then went back and filled in more detail. I wrote a quick draft of the whole thing for other scenes. 

Now that I have over 85000 words and something written for every scene I’m going back and taking out repetition, massaging the writing, and adding missing details. I figure that’s going to take me another couple of months or so. Right now I’m working on a section I actually wrote twice and plopped into two different locations in the book. To alleviated this problem, I’ve copied and pasted the scenes onto two new documents and placed them side by side on my desktop so I can more readily combine, delete, and enhance and finally come up with one cohesive writeup. I wonder how many times I’ve done that throughout my book?

Well, I’ll find out. That’s the value of editing. It sure gets rid of a lot of messes.

I think my list of scenes – or simple outline – has kept me out of trouble as well – at least for the most part.

List of Scenes
Part 1 - Intro chapter – describing Ira’s trip back, set up about the boys’ deaths, the Sokolow landscape.
1.     Homecoming - 1908
2.     That night
3.     Ira takes Daniel to the main street. They visit his old shop now run by his friend
4.     Ira takes Daniel to the bank of the Struga River
5.     Ira comes home to find Ruth crying. They talk about the death of their sons. She cannot be consoled.
6.     Ira goes back to America
7.     Train Ride, Stop in Liverpool, and The Ship
8.     A daughter Ava is born nine months later
9.     Three years go by and Ira finally sends enough money to get his family to America
10.  They stay with Mr. and Mrs. Katz in Chicago before going to Danville – four scenes here.
11.  They settle in Danville, small town in central Illinois
12.  They bring Jewish life to Danville
13.  He works in the shop alongside his brother, Jack.  Break in time here.
Part 2 - Intro chapter about what has transpired between the time they settle in Danville until 1926 –Descriptions of family members here. What’s going on with them in 1926.
14.  A Sabbath dinner – 1926
15.  Ira and Daniel after dinner
16.  Ava and Mama at dining table after dinner
17.  Daniel is in college at night and working as a gofer for a textile salesman during the day. He is learning the textile business
18.  Ava in the rehearsal room Danville 1926
19. Ava at the Tea Room after rehearsal

Thursday, May 31, 2012

More trip photos and poems

Inside a covered bridge in Stowe, VT

 Silverware sculpture in Kennebunkport ME

 Alex Katz at Boston's Museum of Fine Arts

Alex Katz painted huge portraits
of his wife and daughter and son
in black and white
and bold colors
that show no evidence
of brush strokes.
His facial expressions emerge
with minimum shading.
He carries out his effects
with large staring eyes,
couture fashions,
those black-rimmed Jackie O sunglasses,
and flowing hair and limbs.
His work makes me
want to paint again.

 Dale Chihuly glass sculpture at the MFA

 We saw the Red Sox win in the rain
5-0 against the Seattle Mariners


The High Line

An old railroad track high
above the city along Tenth Avenue
has become a park land.
The tracks are still there for effect,
And so are models of the coal
that was hauled along them
way back in the 1930s.
High above the city
birds have found an oasis
amongst the plush plants and trees
while hordes of people walk
along a cement path
all the way from 12th street to 32nd.

The best part,
this narrow piece of real estate through
NYC’s downtown westside
has inspired an outburst of renovation
and new city pride.


 Asian art at the Smithsonian Freer Museum

 At the National Gallery's sculpture garden

I always stop to see the Vermeers

I felt rejected when
the guards at the
National Gallery said
the Vermeers were not
available for viewing yesterday.
How could they treat me this way
I wanted to know.
But they were back up on display
this morning
when we went back,
more brilliant, more detailed
more masterful
than ever before.


 What a powerful piece - the Martin Luther King, Jr. memorial

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Call to action



Now that I’m back from vacation it’s time to get back to work. And the work I have in front of me is to make a decision about my book. Should I continue on the road to finding a new publisher or should I self publish?

My tendency is to look for a new publisher (in case you didn’t know, my publisher Lucky Press went out of business at the end of April) and to that end I’ve already sent out seven queries to the publishers suggested by my social network contacts. As has been my experience queries don’t get answered very quickly. And the two answers that I have received already are big NO’s. They were nicely put, though. One doesn’t take any unsolicited manuscripts, and one doesn’t publish memoirs.

I’ve also gotten advice about where to get a self-published book produced and distributed. It boggles my mind: Bookbaby, Lulu, Createspace, Lightingsource. I guess I just need to bite the bullet and look at the fine print for each and figure out if what I need is what they have to offer.

So, where do you my readers come in? I’d like your advice. I’d like to know what publishers you’d suggest for my book, Leaving the Hall Light On: A Mother's Memoir of Living with Her Son's Bipolar and Surviving His Suicide (please click on the link to find out more about the book and read some fabulous reviews). Some of you must know of one or two publishers? Some of you may even be publisher yourself.

I’d also like your advice about self publishing. If you’ve self-published your own book, who did you go with and why?

I hope you don’t mind that I decided to ask you to get involved. I figured if I don’t ask my readers these questions, who am I going to ask? 

Monday, May 28, 2012

Vacation poems and photos

When we travel I challenge myself to write a poem a day. And this past vacation to New England, Boston, NYC, and Washington DC was no different. Here's a small sampling with photos.

Still leafless in Vermont

In New Hampshire

Birches
The sparsely leafed birches scintillate
amidst the spring trees
along the road
Their barks, like diamonds,
bring sparkle
to the forest floor.
Even with full foliage
in limes, reds,
and emerald greens
their fellow trees
cannot compete.

 Montpelier

Augusta 

Concord

Three Domes
We traveled around the states
of Vermont, Maine and New Hampshire
knowing there was
no way we’d see everything.
Those states are much too large
and overwhelmingly rural.
But we made up our minds
to see each state capital
and take photos of the domes.
In Montpelier and Augusta 
there was no missing them
they were gold and shining.
The Concord capital dome
is a dull green.


With George and Barbara Bush

ESP?
This morning I joked
about seeing Barbara Bush
at the local grocery store.
I wanted to say hi
to Babs and the woman
I only knew from press interviews.
What more could I expect
as a first-time visitor to her
Kennebunkport Maine hometown?
Never giving it another thought
we sat down at dinner tonight
at Grissini’s, the recommended Italian spot
and there just in front of me
sat Barbara with one
unidentified man at her side
and another whose back faced us,
so we had no idea who he was.
Only after they paid their bill
and the man across the table from Barbara
was helped to his wheelchair
did we realize he was the
former president George H. W. Bush.
Surrounded by brawny secret service detail
they stopped at our table,
shook hands, and graciously
posed for photos with us.
Politics has nothing to do with it
He was our president from 1988 to 1992
and I respect that.
And I have a photo to prove it.


Saturday, May 26, 2012

My darling great niece and nephew

While we were traveling the past three weeks we visited our darling great niece and nephew in Virginia. I cannot help myself from bragging.

 Anna with her new book

 Ian listening to his bedtime story

 Clowning around


 With their mom

And with great Uncle Bob

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Aging Goddesses


I think it makes sense to post a poem about age, having just celebrated a birthday. This is one of a series I wrote for The Emerging Goddess, to accompany Paul Blieden's beautiful photography.



Aging Goddesses

The crones – our mothers, grandmothers,
aunts, old friends, and teachers –
walk arm in arm in pairs
each one supporting the other  
on the old cobble-stoned streets.
They are squat, stout
with veiny legs and thick ankles,
their bare feet in flat sandals
showing jagged toenails
or clothed in thick hose
and wide oxfords.
Some move slowly
barely able to walk,
clutching each other for support.
They are perfectly coifed.
Their hair short and bleached
hides their age
but not too much.
They wear suits
with skirts always below their knees.
Jeans just don’t do.
They talk as they walk
closely together.
Almost in a whisper
they solve the world’s problems,
impart their age-old wisdom
or decide what they’ll cook for dinner.
They wear their age
as an example.
Softly, simply, elegantly
they are our muse.
They don’t hide
but rejoice in their age
They thrive in their togetherness.
That’s what counts.
They aren’t alone as they walk
They walk together
as we follow behind.