Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 22, 2014

A Spark and a Pin(terest)! http://www.pinterest.com/trinityporter/


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Have you ever received a tidbit of information that you knew would spark a flame? The other day, I got that tidbit. I was watching an interview between Author Marketing Club’s Jim Kukral and author Gary Vaynerchuk. When Jim asked Gary how fiction writers (who are often reluctant to get into social media) can be successful at book marketing, his response struck a chord. Gary said that fiction authors should be taking on the persona of our characters and creating social media accounts in the characters’ names.

Now, this is not a new idea for me. In fact, I have notes from an article or two more than a year ago that say precisely what Gary suggested. At the time I said, that’s a great idea. I should do it! And life went on. It was not until I saw the interview that I received that idea.  While Broken Vessels was published 10 months ago, the sequel is on deck. So Trinity Porter (my main character) still has lots to say. Those of you who’ve “met” her know she’s a funny, down-to-earth girl with a penchant for sarcasm, love for Detroit and many profound thoughts.

Follow Me (Err, Trinity) on Pinterest

I know people want to hear her voice before the sequel to Broken Vessels is released, and now you can check out Trinity on Pinterest! Go to http://www.pinterest.com/trinityporter/ to see what she’s up to. Please follow her. She hasn't made friends yet, and I would not want her to get a complex.

P.S. Gary, you said that maybe one person who watched the interview would follow your advice. You’ve got one right here.

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Thursday, February 13, 2014

The Dormant Season


“It’s cold, mommy!” My daughter uttered these words after I pulled her bundled body from the car seat. “It is cold, baby!” I ensured that only her eyes were exposed, held her close and dashed into the house. In the last six weeks, this scenario has played out day after day. I’m used to it now, having experienced the snowiest winter on record in Metro Detroit in 36 years, as well as the coldest I ever remember. Like many Michiganders, I’m so over it. I’m tired of aching knees, icy streets, mounds of snow and bitter temps.

This weather hasn’t made it easy to move forward with some things I committed to in the last few months. For instance, this winter my inner voice has often said, “Let’s go to the gym.” My combative inner child has responded by thrashing around on the floor and yelling “Noooo, it’s too cold!” or “I want cake!” Let’s just say that I’m looking for a muzzle to fit my inner child. Then there are household tasks--like having both a clean office and a clean bedroom at the same time (#fail). And of course, there are these writing goals. I’ve done a decent job of working on my new novel, but when it comes to consistency in blogging and social media, I kind of suck. I think it’s because so many ideas are floating around in my brain that I entertain many and commit to few. Consequently, I feel like I’m in a dormant season.

My own revelation of dormancy reminds me of the cycle of seasons. In winter, nature goes into a waiting state. Vegetation that was plush and colorful a few months ago is now barren and frozen in time. I realize that my absence from this blog and sporadic resurfacing on social media have probably given the appearance that I, too, am suspended from life, but I ask you to note my use of the term “appearance.”


You see, when something provides an appearance, the visual may not reflect the reality. Yesterday I watched snow flurries dance outside the window and saw a tree in our yard that had the appearance of death. Since we’ve been in our home, beautiful red berries, resembling tiny maraschino cherries, blossom on that tree. Today that tree looks absent of life, but I know there’s something going on in the inside that proves it’s alive. An energy moves through that tree’s roots, trunk, branches and bark that will manifest in spring. It is preparing for a season of harvest.

This understanding encourages me this winter. Though I might appear to be dormant, please know that something is alive on the inside. Yes, this has been a time of rest, but I am preparing for a harvest of my own. Spring is right around the corner.




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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Confessions of a Good Writer With a Sucky System

I confess:  Despite my love for fiction, I end up reading more nonfiction in a year than fiction. Often times I read books about writing, marketing and the like. Last week I finished “Your First 1000 Copies” by Tim Grahl. I wasn’t sure what to expect beyond tips on developing an e-mail distribution list and the power of marketing. I found that the book is filled with useful information on growing your platform, building your audience and understanding how to connect with your fans. So it’s funny that the thing that resonated was actually a statement about process.

 
Grahl noted that creating newsletters, blog posts, social media, guest articles and the like can be a daunting task. I nodded my head in agreement, pointing to my personal struggles with keeping my own outreach methods going on a continuous basis. Grahl went on to discuss the fact that some writers have a flawed system of execution that prevents them from producing results, or at least producing them with ease. Then, he did it. With these words, he pounced on each of my little piggies as they hid in the darkened toe box of my metallic patent leather pumps:

 
“Unfortunately, some writers do fall victim to this idea due to poor execution. Such writers often come from a journalism, academic or other traditional writing background. To them, their system involves identifying something to write (via an article assignment, book deal, etc.) and then putting their head down to research and write it. That approach is terribly inefficient and, frankly, boring because it’s very isolating and lonely.”

 
Ouch! This little piggy cried wee, wee, wee, wee alllll the way home. Okay, I didn’t really cry, but it was a wake-up call.  I realized that I am that writer—the one with the journalistic and traditional writing background; the one with degrees in Print Journalism and Technical Communication; the one who worked as a technical writer for seven years; the one with experience in corporate writing; the one who has written freelance biographies, articles and more. I’ve been programmed to plan, research, write and edit. When it comes to anything but fiction, I often find myself mulling over the details so much that by the time I finish brainstorming, it’s midnight, I’ve written nothing and I have to go to work the next morning. Either that or I end up writing a dissertation that takes four hours to write and is too long for people to actually read.

 
Point taken, Mr. Grahl. Thanks for being that fire under my bum. Excuse me while I review my highlights in “Your First 1000 Copies.”

 
In Search of a New System….



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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Circumstances, Excuses and Sheer Laziness




I’ve been away from my blog for a while—about seven weeks if you’re counting. That’s like an aeon in Blog Land. Clearly, I’m standing at the crossroads of “What the heck are you waiting for?” and “Just pack it up and go home.”

 
So how did I get here? Well, it started with the proliferation of a number of circumstances. First, there was nurturing the little one’s virus that kept her up late and required medication every four hours. Then there was preparation for my first book signing in August, for which I traded writing time for planning time (check out the pictures here). Next, I had to handle a couple of projects for my daytime job that crept into my evening and early-morning hours. Add to that my daughter’s obliterated bedtime, which we’ve struggled to regain ever since she got sick, and well… I looked up and it was September. But there were some good circumstances at hand, too. For instance, I took time to share some treasured moments with my family before our beautiful Michigan weather changes and limits the outdoor activities we’ve come to enjoy over the last few months.

 
Now that September has ushered in a reminder of getting back to business, I have spent the last few days trying to get my head around my writing affairs. Despite the fact that I’ve got a two-page document on blog topic ideas, I’ve struggled with not only what to write, but also how to get back into things and how to commit the time. It became easier to put writing on the shelf so I would not have to think about it.

 
The process of regaining focus reminds me of how easy it is to look up one day and realize that your dream has slipped out of your grip. If you’ve been following this blog, you know I’m passionate about breathing life into dreams. You’ll also probably realize that when I downloaded “Joyce Meyer:  Promises for Your Everyday Life--a Daily Devotional” and found that one of the first devotionals was on jump starting your dream, I knew it was a divine reminder to get back on track.

 
As part of that devotional, Joyce (I’m taking the liberty of calling her by her first name because in my imagination, I know her personally) noted two requirements for jump starting your dreams:

1.       Have a clear vision.

2.       Keep your vision in front of you at all times.

This hit home because for the last few weeks, I’ve been struggling with both tasks. First, I was asking myself what was the next step for my vision? Would I plan another book signing, focus on book clubs, do more blog tours or write new material? I truly didn’t know. Second, I had pushed my vision out of my direct line of sight and into my peripheral vision. I knew it was there. I could see it, but I wasn’t focusing on it.

How did this happen? The answer is simple. I allowed circumstances to take the driver’s seat and excuses and sheer laziness were riding shotgun! There they were—the three of them shouting about how much I had to do, how tired I was, how nothing had inspired me and how there just wasn’t enough time to do things in the way I wanted them to be done. Well, it’s time to regroup and refuel. I’m putting circumstances in the back seat and kicking excuses and sheer laziness out of the car. I’m taking control of the wheel and encouraging you to do the same for your dream. I’ll be keeping you posted about this mission, too.

In the meantime, if you need a reminder for how to stay in the driver’s seat, feel free to borrow mine. It’s not actually mine; I got it from my dear friend (in my head) Joyce, who wrote something profound in the devotional I told you about. As part of prayer to Jesus, she wrote, “I chose to trust You to help me live the dream You’ve given me more than I trust my circumstances.”

Did someone just say Amen?

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Saturday, June 15, 2013

Fear Factor Part 2: Failing Up

I had an epiphany. I realized that we are brought up to fear failure. In part, I believe that our perceptions of failure are shaped in the same place we learn reading, writing and arithmetic. Schools help establish our learning patterns and set a standard for achievement that we carry with us well into adulthood, far beyond our academic days.

Consider the five-point grading scale that is used by most of America’s schools. It may vary from location to location but is nearly identical to this model:

A=Excellent
B=Good
C=Average
D=Poor
F=Failing

The range varies by school and school system, but an A (including A plus and A minus) may be awarded for performance that is ranked between 90 and 100 percent. Grades B, C and D also have their ranges. When you think about it, only one grade provides no variation in the degree of achievement. When an F is earned, there is no range and no need for debate—you’ve failed and you know it.

The F—the granddaddy of bad grades—was like the bogeyman when I was growing up. I heard other kids talk about it, and I even knew the boy who was rumored to earn it regularly, but I never saw it for myself. I wanted desperately to ensure that I never did see it. Like a comic book villain, the F lurks in classroom hallways, dripping beads of scarlet sweat, carrying the stench of permanent marker and waiting to be unfurled on its next victim. Though it is not called in to work as much as its more noteworthy colleagues like the grades A and B and even the mediocre C, the F is more intimidating than its associates and always carries the shock factor. With each appearance, it shows up to rob children of their self-confidence, shame them for their lack of preparation and shout that they’re dumb.

This grading scale reinforces the notion that failure is the polar opposite of success. When we grow up, we carry our sensitivity about the scale into our jobs. We are outraged when our boss completes a performance review and includes a ranking that we are certain does not align with our performance. We rate everything from looks, to books to movies. So what happens when we set a goal and don’t get the result we hope for? We think about those rating scales and are stung all over again with the stigma carried from our school days.

What would happen if we started to think of failure not as the opposite of success but as the result of not trying? What if failure were not final but merely a step on the road to achievement? This way of thinking is new to me, although Thomas Edison understood it years ago. He said, “I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.” What a concept! To find 10,000 ways that do not work to uncover one or two that do—and to experience each failure as a step toward success. How many of us have a fraction of that drive when it comes to our dreams?

If you are not where you want to be in a particular area of learning or achievement, why not start to set some clear goals and objectives? When I decided that there were several scenes of my book that could be improved, I took an online writing class and committed to making those scenes more engaging. It was a small step that made a big difference in the final product.  

If you feel that something bigger than you is trapped inside of you, I encourage you to rethink failure. Prepare for 10,000 ways. Who knows? Even if you end up with a different outcome than the one you hoped for, your path may lead you to something you'd never imagined you could achieve! 

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Saturday, June 8, 2013

Fear Factor Part 1: The Fear of Failure


My last post focused on not allowing fear to trap your dreams. Today I’m exploring one of the biggest fears people face—the fear of failure. Ask yourself how many things you’d try if you knew you could not fail. Isn’t the thought alone liberating? Now think about how many things you haven’t tried because you knew you could fail. If you wrote down a list for each of the things I asked you to think about, they’d probably mirror one another.

 

For years I said that I was afraid of failure. I wore it as a badge and it drove me to be pretty ambitious when it came to areas like education, home ownership and corporate achievement.  That fear of failure was what motivated me to always pursue more…  or so I thought.

 

Hindsight is a wonderful teacher, even if its timing is lacking. Hindsight has shown me that while I thought fear was my motivator, it was actually a deterrent to my dreams. While I had focused on certain levels of success, there were other would-be goals that I completely avoided. Why? Because if I didn’t venture into unknown territory, there was no way I could fail. What I did not realize was the one thing that mattered:  If you fear failure, you’ve already failed.

 

Yep. I had been spending so much time on reaching certain goals, that I failed to set goals around other things that really mattered to me. Despite my efforts, I still stared fear in the face, although I had done everything I could to dodge it.

 

So often fear of failure manifests itself in over-cautious behavior, perfectionism and even self sabotage. It results from issues like pain of rejection, lack of self-confidence and feelings of inadequacy.

 

As you think about fear, consider these questions:

 

·         Have you ever been presented with an opportunity and shied away from it because you didn’t think you were qualified?

·         Do you remember concentrating so hard on getting a project just right, that you missed the deadline to turn it in?

·         Did you let a potential partnership pass because you were too lazy to follow up?

·         Did you write off a great idea as a daydream because you had no idea where to start on fulfilling it?

·         Did you find out a “virtual mentor”—the kind you follow in cyberspace because they’re doing what you want to do so you—was coming to town, but you made no effort to attend the event because you figured face time was not an option?

 

If you answered yes to any of these questions, then I’m sorry to say that you too have succumbed to the fear of failure. Join me as we enter the Realization Room. I would say there’s plenty of room, but that’s not true. It’s crowded in here because we are far from alone. While we’re here, I invite you to do something drastic and redefine failure. Instead of seeing it as a devastating end point, let’s think of it as a growth opportunity. Instead of blowing off that lofty idea, put some research into it, break it down step by step and determine if any part of it is doable.

 

In my commitment to redefining failure, I’m going to do something that I thought was rather silly in the past. My practical nature didn’t really think twice about doing something like getting a vision board. Then I remembered reading this scripture: “Then the LORD answered me, "Write the vision. Make it clear on tablets so that anyone can read it quickly.” (Habakkuk 2:2). After years of having several writing goals that have not seen their full potential, I figure there is no better time than the present to try something new. I’m learning to listen to that voice deep inside that says, “Just try it.”” And try I will. No matter what happens, I won’t have to look back in 20 years and ask, “What if?”

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Friday, May 31, 2013

Don’t Let Fear Trap Your Dreams



“Fear is not real. It is a product of thoughts you create.” You, too, may have heard actor Will Smith speak these words in a promo for the new film titled “After Earth,” which he stars in with his son, Jaden. The words stayed with me because I’ve been thinking a lot about fear this year. As I’ve realized my dream of publishing my first novel, I’ve also learned a lot about how fear has played a factor in my life and my decisions. I’m not talking about the type of fear that is associated with the fight-or-flight response, but the type of fear that keeps you from pursuing your dreams.

We have so many reasons for not chasing attainable dreams, whether they are to write a book, start a new business, pursue a relationship, earn a degree, change careers or pursue some other venture. We convince ourselves that we don’t have the time or the money. We tell ourselves our dreams are unachievable or silly. We concern ourselves with what other people will say or think, then we count the number of people who will be waiting for us to fail. We allow all of these thoughts to enter our psyche then we say, “Well, life’s not that bad. I’ll just carry on like I always have.” But it’s not about life being bearable as it is; it’s about us being too afraid to do what we were designed to do. It’s about us allowing fear to trap our dreams.

The topic of fear is one that is so powerful and intricate, I can’t speak on it in one post. So, guess what? I have decided to dedicate the month of June to posts about fear. Each week, I’ll bring you a new post on the topic of fear. I hope that my commitment to “punching fear in the face” (as my blog description notes) helps someone else as they consider their own challenges.
Get ready because this should be interesting, especially since I’ll be writing about a topic I have to crucify day in and day out. Stay tuned. We’ll see how this goes!

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Friday, May 24, 2013

I'm Glad God Is Not One of Us


If you’re a fan of “The Voice,” you probably remember when Sarah Simmons gave a gritty rendition of “One of Us” during this year’s blind auditions. A cover of the song was featured in Tyler Perry’s 2005 hit “Diary of a Mad Black Woman” and even Dr. Evil sang it in “Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me” in 1999. The song has gained in popularity both on the billboards and in parodies since Joan Osborne released it 13 years ago.

 
The song’s lyrics pose various questions that implore the listener to consider life if God were just a regular person—one made of flesh and blood; one with flaws and issues; one who walks in plain sight and blends in with the crowd. Some of those questions (paraphrased) are:
  • What would His name be?
  • Would seeing Him mean you’d have to believe in Jesus?
  • What is the one question you’d ask Him?
 

What If God Were One of Us?

“One of Us” represents a desire to connect with a God who does not just look down from heaven but who is close to us and tangible. The thought of God being nearby is comforting, especially when you consider how vulnerable we are at the times when we need Him most. At some point, most people have asked God “Why?” as they’ve faced turmoil, confusion and chaos. They’ve sent up their questions, hoping for an audible response. Today, as the nation experiences international unrest with North Korea, recovers from the fear-mongering that tarnished last month’s Boston Marathon bombing and watches the aftermath of the devastating tornados that pummeled Oklahoma, people look to God for answers.

 
This is nothing new. Even Moses wanted to see God’s face and felt blessed to be in his presence. Still, this faithful servant was only able to see God’s back, because seeing the magnificence of God’s face would have killed him (Exodus 33:23). Impending death aside, most people might take comfort in the idea of God walking among us as his Son did. However, I, for one, am grateful that God is not one of us. Surprised? Keep reading, to find out why.
 

Five Reasons I’m Glad God Is Not One of Us

 
1.    We say, “It's impossible!” God says “All things are possible for those who believe in Me” (Matthew 19:26).
2.    We break promises. God keeps His promises (Deuteronomy 7:9).
3.    We forgive (sometimes), but we don't forget. God has compassion, tramples our sins and throws them into the depths of the ocean (Micah 7:19).
4.    We operate in fear. God does not give us the spirit of fear; He gives us power, love and self-discipline (2 Timothy 1:7).
5.    We cast the broken aside. God does not see us as man sees us and He use us, even in our brokenness.

 
Using a Broken Vessel

It is Point Number 5—regarding our brokenness—that gets the focus for the rest of this post because it starts to reveal the rationale behind the title of my novel, Broken Vessels. Can you imagine what life would be like if God saw us in our brokenness as man sees us—defeated, empty and insignificant? If God were like man, He would probably be quick to dismiss us. He might stop returning phone calls when we’re going through hard times or talk about us behind our backs when we make mistakes. He might lie to our faces, telling us He stands behind us while washing His hands of anything to do with us. He might even hold a grudge for the promises we’ve made to Him but broken.
 

The fact that God doesn’t see us as man does is not only an underlying theme of Broken Vessels; it’s what actually inspired the title of the book. Broken Vessels shows both the lengths Trinity will go through to hide her defects and God’s desire to use her just as she is. It’s at this crossroads where I think so many people get hung up. Here’s what I mean: Like Trinity (the protagonist in the story), people hesitate to go to God because “just as they are” is fragile, faulty and damaged. “Just as they are” is embarrassing and needs improvement. “Just as they are” is messy and unworthy of a blessing. Who hasn’t been caught in up in his own negative thoughts of inferiority? I’ve learned from my own battles with self-doubt that your thoughts have the power to propel you or imprison you. If you become a prisoner to those thoughts, you’ll never realize God’s full potential for you.

 
Half Full, but Fully Valuable

Here’s another story to drive my point home: I recently read a tale about a water bearer in India. Each day for two years, he carried two large pots—one on each end of a pole. He’d go to a faraway stream and fill the pots with water, then carry them back to the master’s house, balancing the pole across his shoulders. One of the pots was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water, but the other pot was cracked and water trickled from the leak. By the time the water bearer reached the master’s house, the cracked pot was only half full. Frustrated and embarrassed, the cracked pot apologized to the water bearer for not meeting expectations. The water bearer responded that the pot had no need to apologize because it, too, had a purpose. The water bearer asked if the pot had seen the beautiful flowers that lined the path they took each day. He explained that he’d planted flower seeds along that path, then purposely positioned the cracked pot on that side of the path to water the seeds. Those flowers bloomed and the water bearer picked them and used them to decorate his master’s house.

 
I think this is the perfect example of what God can do with us through our brokenness, if we allow Him to. Despite our flaws, we—like the cracked pot and like Trinity—can become useful vessels. We can make a real difference in someone else’s life if we’re willing to find out just how valuable a broken vessel can be.

 
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Thursday, May 16, 2013

The Best Writing Advice Ever


I’ve read many books on writing during my journey to becoming an author, but there is one that really reached me—“Bird by Bird” by Anne Lamott. I actually read it for a writing class in grad school and I had no idea it would become one of my top 10 favorite books. In “Bird by Bird,” Lamott gives a close-up view of the writing process and all of the bumps and bruises that come along with it. It chips away at any false perceptions that glamorize writing and gets right to the point on issues like finding your own voice, creating better dialog and even using writing to become a better reader. Bonus: The book is funny!

For me, the most spectacular thing about this book is a single quote. The quote is not actually by Lamott herself, but by acclaimed author E. L. Doctorow. It’s marked in my copy of the book—dog-eared on p. 18 and highlighted in faded green ink: “E.L. Doctorow once said that ‘writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.’”

When I read it, it was as if the clouds parted and the angels emerged wearing flowing white garments, playing enchanting melodies on stately golden harps. Well, maybe the experience was not that dramatic, but it did produce an epiphany. This quote confirmed that my process wasn’t as haphazard as I thought. Maybe I was closer to the habits of many successful writers who’d already broken through the barriers of rejection and struggle. It was okay that I didn’t know the outcome of every scene, let alone the ending of Broken Vessels. I was no longer uncomfortable in sharing the fact that, from the beginning, I had dumped the traditional approach (screw the rigid outline) and was letting the story unfold as the characters led me.

So now you know the writing quote that keeps me going. And it will continue to guide me…as long as I’ve turned on the headlights.
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