Saturday, July 31, 2021

Never give up on your stupid, stupid dreams.




One of those quotes you see all over the internet, but there's really a lot of truth to it. Recently, I went to see a show for the first time since the pandemic. What a joy to be back in an amphitheater! I cannot put into words how wonderful it is that it is now reasonably safe enough for the return of live performing arts.  Aptly, the show was Man of La Mancha. When the actor portraying Don Quixote finished The Impossible Dream, well, let's just say, if there was a dry eye in the house, it wasn't one of mine. 

Been spending some time tonight working on identifying and strengthening the themes of my novel and realized I've been working on it for over 10 years. Realistically, it might be another 10 before it's done. It might never happen. Should I give up? Not according to Don Q. 

If there ever was a play with a good them, Man of La Mancha is it. 

Keep fighting those unbeatable foes. Keep righting those unrightable wrongs. Keep reaching for those unreachable stars. And most important of all, keep dreaming those impossible dreams. 

And keep supporting live theater and the arts. Those people haven't worked in a long time. They need you!


Sunday, July 25, 2021

Fresh Air Always Helps

 


Had to make an unexpected decision this weekend. I hate decisions, particularly unexpected ones. I know I need to make them for work, major life choices, dealing with family, etc. Somehow they are always hard for me. Something ingrained inside me is fearful of making the wrong choice. I frequently experience regret after I make them, second guessing. I have an impressive, but dubious and often times incredibly unhelpful ability to convince myself that the other choice would have yielded better results. Sort of a multi-dimensional FOMO. 

After spinning on it for hours and not getting anywhere, I decided, since it was a beautiful day, to put my thoughts aside for a while and take my dog to the park. Getting outside, experiencing the fullness and the beauty of nature, being present in the moment and focusing on the external world often helps me when faced with these sort of mental crossroad moments. 

After being on the trail no longer than five minutes, a second unexpected thing happened. I was overwhelmed with a calming sense of peace and a crisp soothing moment of clarity. The answer came to me. It's not the easiest path, or the shortest, but it's the one that honors both kindness and truth. 

The red tailed hawk in free flight soaring past as I rounded the next turn of the trail? 

A beautiful extra bonus. 

Fresh air always helps. 

Tuesday, July 6, 2021

Calumny

 

 The Calumny of Apelles, Sandro Botticelli, 1495, Uffizi Gallery, Florence

I'll talk about my character, and why he hates calumny so much, I promise. But first, I need to talk about this painting and why I love it so much. Unlike many paintings, I saw this one for the first time in person. I was fortunate enough to get myself to Florence about a year or so after I began this novel. I spotted this painting across the gallery and was drawn to it. It struck me as an illustration, a perfect, immaculate pictorial representation of everything I (and my character) had spent a year oh-so-clumsily attempting to articulate in words. 

The painting depicts a praying man being dragged toward some sort of king for judgement. Calumny, attended by Fraud and Perfidy, has him by the hair; she carries a torch that appears to illuminate, but its true purpose, as evidenced by the grip of Rancor/Envy is to blind the king, whose judgement is further clouded by his advisors, Ignorance and Suspicion. Meanwhile on the far right stands Naked Truth, ignored by all, save Punishment, who spares her a bored glance as she impatiently awaits the opportunity to commence her dark task. 

What I love about this painting is how much detail there is. Every little fresco in the background walls is intentional and deliberate. It's complicated, the way reality is, the way the quest for true justice, for true equity, for full truth is. My character, my novel's hero relishes this complexity. He sees the beauty in it. He needs that complexity to be beautiful, to be valued, to be recognized, because he sees it in himself. He is complex on his best days, conflicted on his worse, and contradictory (at least as it appears on the surface) on his worst. Faced with a world, that seems to desire the opposite, that seems to favor the simple and equate that with the divine, that blinded by the torch of calumny and motivated by Rancor would rather allow Fraud and Perfidy to wrap it in righteous indignation and join voices with Suspicion and Ignorance to call out for the punishment than face the truth, my character struggles, he fears. He's been lied to, all his life, by his family in the name of protection, and by his enemies, who attempt to manipulate him. He will ignore much grace if disguised behind a lie, and allow much malice if it is only bold enough to show itself for what it is. 

If you show him you value his complexity and are unashamed enough to show him your truth, you can bend him to your will. You will not need to drag him to Judgement or force him toward Punishment. 

He will walk to him freely, and give himself to her.

By the way, it is quite possible I am in love with Sandro Botticelli. I wrote about him for my term paper in high school and have been enamored ever since. A recent viewing of Sebastien De Souza's portrayal of him in Medici the Magnificent did nothing to temper this passion. You know that 'who from history would you like to have dinner with' question? Botticelli is very high on my list. 



 

Friday, July 2, 2021

Who Is This Character I Created?

A writer I follow, @tkjamesauthor, posed the following intriguing question in a recent tweet: 

What is something that your main character hates?


So, that turned into my morning; thinking, pondering, delving into what exactly it might be that my main character hates. 

Though-provoking character study questions such as these fascinate me. Not only are they fun, they can be incredibly revealing. Creating a character is so much more than slapping a name down on a piece of paper. It's a responsibility. I think we all realize, as writers, that the more consistency, dimension and depth a character has, the more interesting they are going to be to the reader. But what specifically does that mean? Considering how long it took me to answer what sounded on the surface like a simple question regarding a character I've created and spent time with for ten years of my life, it has struck me that, just like actual people, no matter how well you know, or think you know a character, you can always know and learn more about them. 

The more you know your character, the better and more accurately you can predict their choices and reactions, which means the faster you'll be able to develop a plot, create conflict and generally do all the magical things that move your story forward. 

What I really like about the character exploration work is that it can be done anywhere. Eventually you need to get everything out out on the page and there's no getting around it, I'm a big advocate of the benefits of 'writing while not writing'. When I do this, I feel I look forward to and better leverage the windows of time I do have to curl up with my laptop and get the story on the page. 

Share a car ride or a long walk with your character. Take them out for coffee, have them accompany you on errands, hang with them in waiting rooms. They'll be more apt to show up for you when you need them in your writing sessions. For those of us who are writing our novels in our spare time, we need all the time management tips we can get.  

Oh, and in case you're wondering, I went with calumny as something my main character hates. 

More on why in my next post. 

In the meantime, a picture is worth 1000 words. (I'm only a writer because I can't draw.)

 


The Calumny of Apelles, Sandro Botticelli, 1495, Uffizi Gallery, Florence