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Grammar Matters

Scrabble_tiles_enGrammar matters.

Fourteen years ago when I first joined in on Internet conversations I was surprised by how often the people I met online ignored basic punctuation, capitalization and spelling rules. Over time this lax approach to the English language has only grown worse.

When I read a blog post or article riddled with errors I assume the author doesn’t take his or her work seriously. If the author won’t take five minutes to proofread his or her words I’m probably not going to finish reading them. The written word is one of the most powerful tools humans have developed over the past five thousand years and we should strive to preserve its rich history, not ignoring the rules in order to save a few seconds.

It’s more difficult for me to read articles, blog posts and emails that don’t follow the basic rules of grammar than the ones that at least try to obey the rules of standard English. Sometimes commas save lives, and I’d much rather keep reading than pause to figure out if a certain word is purposefully misspelled or if it’s a new slang term.

Of course we all make occasional mistakes. I don’t expect perfection from myself or anyone else but it’s troubling to see such a rich, beautiful language morph into endless abbreviations and ambiguous meanings.

I’ve known people who learned English later in life and take the memorization of irregular verbs and plural nouns quite seriously. Someone else I know has a mild learning disorder that makes reading and writing difficult. They still try to communicate effectively.

I don’t think it’s too much to ask everyone else to do the same thing.

 

 

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Coping with Writer’s Block

Photo by Iain Thompson.

The good news: I just finished writing the first short story I will be selling here in the near future! The first scene is loosely based on something strange that happened to me years ago and I’ve been playing around with Elle, the main character, for a long time. This is a scifi/fantasy tale about a girl who makes a series of peculiar discoveries in her backyard after being awoken late one night by an eerie sound.

Next up is a final re-write and then formatting it for sale. I can’t wait to share it with all of you.

The bad news: My words are coagulating.

Writer’s block. The bane of my existence. 😉

I picture it as a massive ball of half dried out clay clogging a drainage pipe. It isn’t a complete seal. Some words trickle through the mud but I can hear many more stories and articles sloshing around back there.

Now to figure out how to clear this pipe. There must be something good at the other end.

Any advice, readers?

 

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3 Things I’ve Learned as a Book Critic

Lajos Tihanyi’s The Critic.

About a month ago I began writing book reviews under a pseudonym for another website.

It’s been an amazing experience so far. I love combing through the review database and finding short stories and books to read. It’s exhilarating to discover new authors and even a new genre – I’m just now realizing how much I love a well-written mystery. In the past it’s always been a section of the library or bookstore that I’d overlooked.

Here are a few things I’ve learned from my first month of reviewing:

Be kind. It’s so easy to be snarky. (Or at least it is for me ;)). I’ve learned that there are many ways to effectively review a short story or novel that stirs up mixed emotions – you loved X but had reservations about Y, you don’t understand why Z happened.

Tone matters. What might come across as a light-hearted jab or playful phrase in real life can be interpreted in a much harsher light when you only have the written word. I try to sandwich even strong criticisms between praise for this reason.

Be honest. Of course sugar-coating your opinions doesn’t work either. Some stories are  more interesting or well-written that others.  There are polite ways to get this across but it isn’t helpful to pretend to enjoy something that you actually disliked.

And not liking something doesn’t mean that it’s a bad book! I refuse to read sentimental stories. I have a friend who hates science fiction and another friend who cannot stomach sexually explicit romance novels. Asking any of us to give an honest critique of these genres would be foolish. We’d have so little to recommend about them.

Be compassionate. Someday someone will (hopefully) review the short stories and book I’ve been working on. As excited as I am to share some of these things with the outside world later on in 2012 I’m also nervous. Will others like my work? Will they understand my sense of humour?

I hope that the people who review my stories remember that they were written by another human being and that I put weeks, months, or years of effort into what they’re reading. In the meantime I try to catch glimpses of the authors behind the stuff I review.

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Seeking Inspiration

I thought I’d try another interactive post. (hopefully) The bulk of this post will be hammered out in the comments.

Inspiration

Where do you find it?

How do you know where to look?

Where do you keep it once it has come to visit?

what does it look, smell, taste, sound, feel like?

How do you encourage it to come back?

In My Experience

Deciding “I’m going to be inspired starting….now” never works. It happens when it happens. You can’t force it to show up or make it appear in certain ways. Doing so would be about as fruitful as catching smoke with a butterfly net. (Photo credit.) It is what it is and it will come and go as it pleases. Often I come up with ideas at the most inopportune times: while engaging in a conversation from which I cannot easily untangle or when I’m in a situation in which it is difficult to take a minute and write down what I’m thinking.

It sometimes takes unexpected paths. That’s ok. Detours can lead you to incredible places. Don’t worry about where you were supposed to go or where you will end up. Enjoy the journey.

Ideas travel in packs. When one shows up more often follow.

Write it down. Most importantly: be sure to jot down moments of inspiration as soon as possible. One of the most frustrating things about writing is when I forget something just before I’m able to commit at least a few words of it to paper.

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What do you know of inspiration? What inspires you? How do you collect and manage new ideas?

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Plato’s Youth Group

When I was in my early teens one of our church youth group leaders told us the most incredible story.

Imagine

“… that you are in a cave,” he said. “You were born there, as were your parents and grandparents before you. There has never been a time when any of you have left the cave because you are chained to the floor. As far as you know, the cave is the beginning and end of the world itself. There is a wall in front of you. Shadows dance upon it. You don’t have the right knowledge to understand what is creating those shadows so you begin a tradition of telling stories based upon they types of shadows that skim over the wall. Now imagine that your chains are loosened and you stumble out of the mouth of the cave into the real world.”

He continued, “It is painfully bright and it takes you some time to grow accustomed to all of the new sights and sounds. Eventually you realize that the shadows you used to tell stories about belong to all sorts of things that you never could have imagined while you were trying to understand the meaning behind their shadows. You want everyone in the cave to know the truth about their shadow-stories and so walk back into the darkness to find them. The people in that cave are those who don’t know God. It’s your job to show them the truth behind the shadows they follow.”

I’d never heard a story like this one before. As I listened to what he had to say I could feel the gritty surface of the cave floor, hear the creak in my joints as I stood and walked away, wince with pain as my eyes adjusted to unnatural brightness outside, and drink in all of the unimaginable sights and sounds outside of the cave.

Five Years Later

I was sitting in a philosophy class at community college when the instructor mentioned Plato’s cave allegory.

“Cool, another cave story!” I thought. “I wonder how similar it will be to the other cave story I know?” And then she proceeded to tell us the  same story that my youth group leader had shared years earlier. The only real difference: Plato’s story was about the difference between reality and our perceptions of reality. It was never intended as a metaphor for Christian witnessing.

Having assumed that this was either a story that our youth group leader had made up himself or something written specifically to explain the importance of witnessing as a Christian I felt deceived. It was a brilliant story on its own in my teenaged mind; it didn’t need to be portrayed as something that it wasn’t originally meant to be to hold our attention.

Stories Matter

Sometimes when I write short stories I weave niblets of truth into them. Maybe the scene is based on a building, landmark or piece of property that exists in real life or a somewhat similar event once happened to me or someone I know.  I take these niblets and build something new with them, though. If someone who knew the geography or event that loosely inspired the story was to read it, though, they’d never confuse it with a factual account of that place or event just as I would never attempt to pass off my imagined worlds as anything other than fiction.

Context matters. The origin of a story matters. It would have been so much more thought-provoking for my youth group leader to tell us that his story was a re-telling of a far more ancient one.  To quote Anna Quindlen:

Every story has already been told. Once you’ve read Anna Karenina, Bleak House, The Sound and the Fury, To Kill a Mockingbird and A Wrinkle in Time, you understand that there is really no reason to ever write another novel. Except that each writer brings to the table, if she will let herself, something that no one else in the history of time has ever had.




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The Care and Feeding of Ideas

Every September there is a fantastic book festival here called Word on the Street.  Everyone who values knowledge and the free exchange of ideas belongs there, regardless of age, background or worldview. Imagine a city park filled with booths promoting graphic novels, children’s stories, magazines, literary journals, literacy foundations, religious groups like Muslims and a spattering of neopagan and new age gurus, and even some authors promoting books that I think were self-published.

In the middle of the park one can find poetry and dramatic readings, special speakers on a variety of social and ethical topics, political debates, and Q&A sessions with a wide variety of publishers, authors, and bloggers. Many of the views represented each year are contradictory. It doesn’t matter, though, because this is a festival of curiosity, wonder at the world around us, and the cross-pollination of ideas.

Ideas rot from the inside out if we never test them, share them with others, or listen the views of people who see the world in a different way. It doesn’t matter what the idea is, isolation breeds extremist views that can do much more harm than good.

Think of what would happen if a small group of people were secluded from the outside world.  Sooner or later, their descendants will become inbred and if new members are not at least occasionally introduced the community could easily die out altogether. Relying on the same gene pool (or way of looking at the world) year after year increases the chances that recessive genes (or  really, really bad ideas) will pop up.

This is why I love Word on the Street. Yes, the food is delicious. Yes, it is wonderful to discover new authors, listen to discussions about e-books and blogging, or pick up free bookmarks or magazine samples at the booths. The exchange of  ideas, though, is where the magic happens. Even in a large city like Toronto people tend to drift to other people who think, act and believe like them. This may be a diverse city comprised of  many different communities but these communities still look and act like a small town in both positive and negative ways. A close-knit community can be fantastic support system; it can also be unbelievably suffocatingfor anyone who cannot fit the mold of who or what someone in that community is supposed to be.

Slowly I have been accumulating friends who value the art of conversation, who don’t expect anyone to change his or her mind or for any sort of consensus to be agreed upon. I just wish I knew how to stumble upon them more quickly!

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