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Foto Friday: A little person

This is me, my cousin Ari, and his beautiful daughter, taken last weekend while I was back in Houston visiting my mom for her birthday. Isn’t she precious?

I believe the bells were her favorite find at my parents’ office. Probably because they make noise. I hear little people like things that are loud and obnoxious, including sometimes the sound of their own voices. Luckily my cousin’s daughter is a sweet quiet girl, and the bells in this case weren’t obnoxious at all.

Cold and Christmas-y in Houston

No, it’s not snowing here. In fact, it’s in the 70s, sunny, and beautiful. I should be in heaven. Instead, I’m sick.

So the cold is my cold. And the Christmas-y is my nose, which is red like Rudolph’s from all the tissues rubbing against it.

Apparently Andy’s sick and miserable too, back in Cincinnati, so I’m sure we’re going to have SUCH a fun reunion tonight when I get home…

Quit writing and tell me a story

From a (looong) interview with Algonquin editor Chuck Adams, who was with Simon & Schuster before that, and who selected and edited Sara Gruen’s hit Water for Elephants:

What are you looking for in a piece of writing?
The first thing is the voice. If it’s got a strong voice, I’m going to keep reading. And if a story sneaks in there, I’m going to keep reading. To me, those are the two most important things. I want a voice and I want to be hooked into a story. I believe very strongly that books are not about writers, and they’re definitely not about editors—they’re about readers. You’ve got to grab the reader right away with your voice and with the story you’re telling. You can’t just write down words that sound pretty. It’s all about the reader. You’ve got to bring the reader into it right away. If the writing is poetic and so forth, that’s nice. I’m reading something right now that has an amazing voice, and I’m only fifty-six pages into it, but I’m already getting a little tired because it’s so nice, if you know what I mean. It’s so pretty. It’s like every page is a bon bon, and I want a little break somewhere.

Dangit. I think I tend to write bon bons. No, seriously! I am a writer, and I laugh at my reputation for telling awful stories — you know, ones that I think are hysterical but no one laughs at and then I try to explain the punchline and kill it even more — but Andy, and this Chuck guy, are right: I need to tell a good story.

That’s something Nora Roberts (see yesterday’s post) does really well, and exactly why I always reread her books before going to bed at night whenever I come back to visit my parents in Houston.

More from the interview:

Look at Michael Chabon. He’s had success from the beginning, but it wasn’t until he wrote The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, where he took his formula of two guys and a girl and put it against this big panorama—the Holocaust, the Depression, World War II—that he turned the intimate little stories he’d been writing into a big story. It’s not that difficult to do. It’s not easy to do, either. But when you really look at what he did, you just have to come up with the right backdrop and put the story in front of it and make the story one that people really relate to and care about.

I keep saying, “Look, write Romeo and Juliet or write Jane Eyre or whatever. But put it against a big backdrop. Steal somebody’s else idea, but just make it your own.”

Last but not least, something I know I will have to overcome when my time (finally) arrives:

That is the one thing I don’t understand about writers sometimes. It takes so much work to write a book. It takes a lot of ego to write a book. And then they finish it and find a publisher and go, “Oh, I’d feel cheap trying to sell it.” Bullshit. That’s part of the process. You wrote the book for a reason: You want people to read it. Help us. Help us get it out there.

I dunno if it’s the Asian in me, or just a natural shyness, or what, but the idea of actively promoting my own work makes me cringe. I’ve never enjoyed being a salesperson. I always think, Shouldn’t the work/product/service speak for itself? But I guess I have to remember that work/products/services don’t have voices, so I have to lend them my own if I want them to be heard.


Such an unfortunate truth

She may be “just” a romance writer, but my first ever favorite book was written by Nora Roberts (Honest Illusions — I skipped the sex parts when I was young) and frankly, what author wouldn’t kill to have her sales?

Q) Who helped to develop your talent as a young person?

A) I imagine every teacher helped. I joke about the nuns, but the fact is the discipline that they drum into education sticks. You can have all the talent in the world but if you don’t have the discipline to sit down and write on a regular basis, you’re not going to write or publish any books.

Foto Friday: Before & After – The Bed

As I mentioned earlier, Andy and I were having some trouble sleeping, so we finally caved in and bought ourselves a new mattress and bed frame. So far I’m LOVING the foam mattress (IKEA’s FOSSING, for those of you who are wondering) because when Andy rolls around in the middle of the night, I CAN’T FEEL IT.

I can still hear him muttering, though. Last night it was something about French fries…

Anyway, because his travel schedule has thrown us both for a loop, the verdict is still out on whether or not we’re actually sleeping better, but IKEA gives you 90 days to test a mattress out and return it if needed, so we’ve got another 84 to go!


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Pretty, huh?

And yes, I’m well-aware that NOTHING in our condo matches now. But whatever. Matching is for people who can afford it.

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