Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Saturday, September 14, 2013

This Blog is Stuck in the Muck

I've been on a long hiatus from blogging, so long I really don't know what to do with my blog anymore.

First, I pulled away from the Internet.
I couldn't recall when I deleted my Facebook account, so I had to look it up: May 2012.
Then I made my blog private, and no longer wrote posts.
I stopped reading blogs.
And that's when the absence of the Internet really sunk in...

It felt great, wonderful, freeing, wholesome, and relaxing.

And life with three daughters now with a husband consistently working six to seven days a week for the Navy keeps me so busy I have little time to write short stories.

Maybe I missed blogging a little bit. I definitely don't miss Facebook or Twitter.
I do miss reading the stories written by bloggers who share with us their daily struggles, their sorrows and joys, their frustrations and encouragements, their bravery to let it all out there.

So I keep turning back to my blog and wondering what to make of it.
It's here for my daughters to read one day, although my third daughter will find so little of her in it.

But I still don't feel comfortable with the idea of sharing parts of myself and my family with strangers. Not the people who comment on my blog, but the ones coming to my blog from far away places, never knowing who they are or what their purpose is.

So my blog will continue on, but with a vague focus on my family, serving more of a purpose to explore ideas and questions I have.


Thursday, September 15, 2011

Interview with Writer-Mama Judy Miller

There are five people I've met in my life who radiate something extra-ordinary, something truly remarkable about the human spirit: a boy named Esteban in Costa Rica, a young woman named Arwa in Virginia, a boy named Mikal in Japan, a girl named Katelyn in Memphis, and my husband, Dave.

From the second I met each of these people I knew, I sensed it, and I wasn't alone. Others commented on the same unusual special feeling they got when they were around these individuals.

Have you ever crossed paths with someone who seemed to be glowing with a special energy?

Today I am fortunate to have on my blog a sixth person who gives me such a feeling, even though I have never met her and given her a hug. Some day I hope too, but I already know she is like the people I mentioned above. She is phenomenal and since I began blogging and discovered her blog, I continually find peace and inspiration every single time I read her blog and her writing. There is something truly special about this woman.

So thank you Judy Miller for being so extraordinary and for showing us all what it means to be a true guiding light in this world that sometimes seems to weigh us all down!

Judy creates ripples where ever she goes, and trust me, she goes to a lot of places! I hope you'll enjoy this interview with Judy and her bio below. Please stop over to her blog if you haven't already become a reader of The International Mom's Blog!

Here is just a small sample of Judy's voice:

Every time I look at the moon and stars, in the deep quiet of the night, I send prayers and thoughts your way, believing you can feel my intentions and that they will find you healthy and happy. At peace.

She is our blessing. She is my heart and your soul. Born of you, adopted by me. Our daughter.

And to top off today's wonderful interview with Judy, every person who leaves a comment will be entered into the pool to win a free copy of Judy's book, What to Expect From Your Adopted Tween! By Sunday evening I will choose one person who leaves a comment at random using a random number generator, and he or she will receive a free copy of Judy's book. Just be sure to check back to see if you've won so I can get your email address!




The Passion


In the past two years you have had several major accomplishments: you've published an e-book (What To Expect From Your Adopted Tween), you are a presenter at conferences and symposiums, you're a column writer for Grown in My Heart, you're TheAdoption Pro for Parenting Squad's ProSquad, you've published essays and articles, you've continued your blog (The International Mom's Blog), and you've been raising four children! Whew! Judy, you are an inspiration to us all! What is the driving force behind all of these accomplishments? Years ago did you see yourself becoming a key voice in the world of parenting and adoption?



Judy: The driving force? College tuition. Actually, that’s not quite all of it; my kiddos inspire me to stretch myself as a woman and human being. I never imagined that my experiences with adoption (international and transracial) and parenting kids who were adopted would impact others. What I came to discover was that expanding our family through adoption required we become advocates—for our family, other families like ours, and for adoption…or be mowed over by the misinformation out there, i.e. ‘second best,” “damaged goods,” etc. I am passionate about my children and parenting them well, so naturally I discovered my voice, honing it through writing and it grew from there—into teaching, speaking at conferences, and into what I hope is the first of many e-guides. My parenting journey is one I love to share with others.



The Publication


WOW! Women On Writing recently published Issue 46, The E-Publishing Revolution, where they discuss the issues, challenges, and successes of digital publication. As you created your e-book, What To Expect From Your Adopted Tween, where did you go to find guidance for publishing your book digitally? What has been the biggest success and the biggest challenge from publishing your book online?



Judy: To learn how to create and micro-publish I took an amazing class from writing teacher and platform guru, Christina Katz: Micro-Publishing For Mom Writers. The biggest success that resulted from publishing my guide, What To Expect From Your Adopted Tween, was complete control over the final product, marketing and sales. The biggest challenge I experienced was learning the formatting and marketing the guide ongoing to my niche audience—adoptive parents.



The Personal


My readers range from mothers of adopted and biological children to writers and artists. As both a mother and a writer, how do you manage it all? You give so much of yourself to your family and the adoption community. What do you do to give yourself some 'me' time as well?



Judy: I try to balance and maintain spiritual, physical, and emotional health (not too easy some days…). As I tell the many parents I work with, “me” and “us” (couple) time is essential. Having happy, loving, connected parents is one of the greatest greats parents can give their child. Parenting four kids, although infinitely rewarding, can be exhausting. To replenish I try to find some quiet time each day, just for me. Quiet time is often one to two hours before my kids get up for the day or after they’ve gone to bed. If that doesn’t pan out, I try to get a walk in or go for a bike ride while they’re at school. I’m a big believer in the kitchen timer, to help me break larger projects into chunks, multi-tasking—doing laundry while I write, for example. After twenty years of marriage I still date my husband. Yep.



The People


Every day I come across an article or a story that spins a different angle on adoption: the let-down from an adoption that does not work out, a parent who regrets adopting a child, a non-adopter who sees adoption as a failed system, an outsider who can't understand how a multi-racial, mult-ethnic family can function, an adopted child who struggles with the question if he should find his biological parents. And then I read your blog and blogs of other parents who have adopted and I am uplifted and inspired! I am a mother of two, soon to be three, daughters, all of whom I've given birth to. My husband and I would both love to adopt a child one day, but I think we might find our family of five to be the right number for us. But I want to still offer myself to the adoption community. When I read your blog and the articles or stories that spin different angles on adoption, I feel a strong desire to help. There are so many views and opinions about adoption, and because I have no experience in it I feel like I shouldn't step in and help. But I want to. What advice can you give to individuals like me, who believe so strongly in adoption but don't have any experience with it, but want to help some way?



Judy: I’m not sure what you mean by “help,” but what I would share is that grace and compassion are appreciated. Offer support and withhold judgment. Be thoughtful with your questions and comments to parents who have adopted and children who have been adopted. Teach your children that people adopt because they wanted to be parents and love their children as much as you love the children you gave birth to. Also share that families come in different “packages.” Families created through or added to via adoption are “real.” They view themselves as similar to other families and want to be accepted as such. I do offer a lot of perspective and offer questions for reflection on my website, http://JudyMMiller.com, where I feel people gain a great deal of insight about adoption and parenting children who have been adopted.



Thank you Judy for giving us such an in-depth, honest insight into your life and the journey you've been on! This interview is sure to touch many hearts today!

Please be sure to leave a comment on today's post for a chance to win a free copy of Judy's book!


Judy M. Miller is an adoptive parent and adoption advocate living in the Midwest with her husband and four children. She coordinates and teaches parent preparation education to parents who are in the adoption process: parenting and adoption, adopted children, preparation and adjustment, and transracial parenting, as well as Parenting Your Adopted Child: Tweens, Teens & Beyond. Judy also works as a support specialist, assisting parents and their children with information and techniques to equip and empower them during challenging times. 


Judy presented on "Finding Our Stories Online" at Stories of the Heart in Austin, TX and has appeared on MomTV’s Adoption Angles and TogiNet’s Adoption ~ Journey to Motherhood.  Judy spoke at the Parenting Summit in March 2011. She will present at the Symposium 2011 Opening Adoption: Realities, Possibilities, and Challenges in Richmond, VA and the Crossroads of America Adoption Conference in Indianapolis, IN this September.  


Judy is the Adoption Pro for Parenting Squad’s ProSquad and a columnist for the adoption network, Grown in My Heart. Her essays and articles appear in adoption and parenting magazines and her stories are featured in A Cup of Comfort for Adoptive Families (Adams Media), Pieces of Me: Who Do I Want to Be? (EMK Press), Chicken Soup for the Soul: Thanks Mom (Chicken Soup for the Soul), Sensational Journeys (Future Horizons), and Women Writing on Family (The Key Publishing House Inc., January 2012). She is the author of What to Expect From Your Adopted Tween.




Monday, September 5, 2011

The Abbreviated Woman

A moment may pass in a millisecond, but in our minds the memory of it may last much longer. Describing that moment in only 200 words or less is very challenging.

Rachael of Rach Writes has given us an assignment to write a short story in 200 words or less that begins with the phrase "The door swung open" and if we felt up to the challenge, we could try ending it with the words "the door swung shut."

So the over-achiever that reigned in me during my school days surfaced and decided to write the following fictional story of 200 words for Rachael's first campaigner challenge! Stay tuned for a future post about how this idea came to me.


Here goes...

The Abbreviated Woman


The door swung open and Sylvia sighed as she stepped over scattered puzzle pieces in her stilettos.

“Oh, you’re here,” Nick said from up the stairs, holding their 10-month-old daughter.

“Mama!” shouted their six-year-old daughter Kat. “You’re back!”

Sylvia pushed Kat down.

“Katydid, don’t wrinkle your mother,” Nick said.

Sylvia adjusted the purse on her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at Kat.

“Kat, your father tells me you aren’t talking at school.”

Kat shrugged and burrowed her head into Sylvia’s skirt.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sylvia demanded.

Kat swung her head side to side against Sylvia’s knees.

“What wrong with her?” Sylvia asked Nick.

“Probably you,” Nick answered. “She stopped talking after you left. Us.”

Sylvia stepped back, causing Kat to fall forward.

“You have to start talking. Stop being so ridiculous, Kat.”

Kat looked up at her mother and stuck out her tongue. She ran off before Sylvia felt like making the effort to stop her.

Sylvia shoved a puzzle piece away from the door.

“You’re leaving already?” Nick asked, shifting the baby in his arms.

Sylvia flicked a sharp look at him before opening the door. She breathed the fresh air. Her stilettos clicked. The door swung shut.




Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Writing a Great Hook

"I write this sitting in the kitchen sink."
(Dodie Smith in I Capture the Castle)

You know it when you read one.

"It was a pleasure to burn."
(Ray Bradbury in Fahrenheit 451)
Your eyelids raise. 
Your mind brightens. 
Your lips form "Wow." 
You get giddy.

"In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street."
(David Markson in Wittgenstein's Mistress)

You're hooked.


"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins."
(Vladimir Nabokov in Lolita

And it all happened within a breath of a few words.

How do you write an opening that hooks the reader 
and nails her to her seat?

We're about to find out!

At the end of this month, I will be hosting the Hooked on Hooks event, where writers can link up on my blog with their own hooks for their Works-In-Progress, so we can comment and critique the hooks. In perspiration preparation for this event, made possible through Rach Writes Third Platform-Building Campaign, I decided to try and stitch together the key points of a great hook based on what I've learned from some amazing authors.

Writing a Great Hook

Ann Whitford Paul

Dive Into Your Story with the 6 W's:
Who is the main character
What is the problem, goal, or conflict
When does the story occur
Where is it taking place
What is the tone of the story
WOW! the reader with the opening line

8 Ways to Create a WOW! with the First Line:
Time
Mood
Setting
Opinion
Provocative Statement
Middle of the Action
Conflict
Scrapbook (letter, journal entry, newspaper article)

Les Edgerton
Author of Hooked
(This entire book is about the opening of your WIP,
so I'll only pick out some key points)

First Line Successes:
Give the reader an unexpected response to an event
Give the reader a character who is "cut out of different cloth than Everyman"
Give the reader trouble (either past, present, or future)
Give the reader pleasure, then "drop the forbidden apple into your Garden of Eden"
Give the reader a reason to read the second sentence; provoke the reader's curiosity

Openings to Avoid:
A dream
An alarm clock buzzing
Too little dialogue
Opening with dialogue

James Scott Bell

Grab the Reader:
Action
Raw Emotion
Look-Back Hook
Attitude
Prologues

Bond the Reader and Character:
Identify with being a real human being
Sympathy (from jeopardy, hardship, underdog, vulnerability)
Likability
Inner conflict


These authors provide much more detail on the topic of writing hooks,
but the best way to learn is to read and write.
That's what the Hooked on Hooks event is all about!
We're going to write, write, write,
then share and read and comment.
So please come back on Friday September 30th!

Have you written a post about hooks on your blog?
Please leave the URL to that post in my comments!

Helen is in the short story campaign with me,
and recently wrote about... HOOKS! and HOOKS! and more HOOKS!
Three unique and resourceful posts by Helen that all of us will learn from,
so thank you Helen!


If you'd like some examples of great first line sentences, please use the following links:



Keep working on your hooks, writers!

And come back on Friday September 30th to link your "hook" post to my linky Hooked on Hooks!






Monday, August 29, 2011

She's On a Roll

In 7th grade a friend of mine once confided in me that she French rolled her jeans to perfection just before choir class in hopes that the popular girls would be impressed by her jeans and accept her into their group. Within a few months, my friend had already had s.e.x. with one of the boys in the popular crowd to pursue her desire to be 'in' with certain people. Rolling forward into 8th grade, my friend then began throwing back shots of Vodka after school with the popular kids, and that really marked the dwindling end of our friendship.




When my older sister was in middle school just three years before me, students were only making out and kissing. And just a generation or two before us, middle school students were only holding hands and passing notes. Today I hear in the news that my friend's actions in 7th grade now occur among boys and girls in elementary school, so I can't even begin to imagine what is happening in the shadows of middle school.



Now how does a writer-mama relate to these children?

Before our first daughter was born, my husband and I did not want to know her gender. We anticipated the surprise. Upon her delivery, my husband took a minute before he announced proudly "It's a girl!" In that minute I imagine a thousand thoughts of worry ran through his head: some day I will have a teenage daughter, some day I will have to have 'the' talk with her, some day I may have to give her hand away in marriage, some day I will see her become a mother. We are so happy to have two daughters (and a third one on the way), and whether we had a daughter or son we both would think about their future days among peers with pressures that my friend in middle school experienced.

I have discovered teenage girls reading X-rated books. And I'm not talking about books with heated passion. No, these books go way beyond that with abusive, drug-induced, scary-in-the-details s.e.x.

These teens had only recently entered their teen years. As an adult I was in disbelief and worried about the future of our children. As a writer my mind got lost in one question:

Who writes these horrible books and why do they get published? 

At the time I found the teenage girls reading these books (in the classroom), I was a teacher. Confronting the parents did little to prevent the girls from reading more books like these, because the parents said they did not monitor what their children read.


Monitoring what our kids read is a topic for another day, but come on, a book about the details of s.e.x. bordering rape and more, how can anyone let any child read that?


Well, getting back to being a writer-mama... How do we relate to the young adolescents today in our writing and parenting when so much more serious stuff is going on among them, stuff we didn't experience or see or hear about until we were several years older?

I want to write for my daughters and children around the world.
I want what I write to inspire them to lead healthy, positive, adventurous lives.
I want my readers to close my book feeling encouraged to believe in themselves, to embrace themselves, and to have the courage to stand tall in the inundating wave of peer pressure.

But I also want to relate to my readers, to describe what they are experiencing and witnessing in their day-to-day lives, to be in touch with them and say 'hey, I understand what you're going through.' A frequent comment among my students when I taught 9th grade was, "Mrs. Zook, you get us. Maybe it's because you're so young." I don't want to stop "getting children and adolescents" as I get older. I imagine having children will always help me relate to them, but as a writer I need to reach children of all backgrounds, of all experiences so my writing can touch each person who opens my book.

I hope my friend, who rolled into 8th grade on a different path than me, is happy and healthy today.
I hope the teenage girls whom I taught have found happy and healthy relationships.
I hope I will be able to relate to my daughters, my readers no matter what direction they roll in life.

I first posted this on my blog back in 2009, but I wanted to share it with you again in hopes to learn more from my readers about how they relate to the adolescents of today.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Hooked on Hooks


Writers, get the first 1 - 5 sentences of your Work-In-Progress ready for the first weekend in October!

Starting on Friday Sept. 30th you can post a link to your blog through the Hooked on Hooks linky that will be available on my blog, Zook Book Nook.

From Sept. 30th to Oct. 2nd you can link up to have your Hook reviewed by fellow campaigners. The only requirement is to stop by at least three other campaigners blogs to give them comments about their hooks.

The WIP may be any piece of writing (short story, essay, fiction, YA, chic lit, fantasy, article, blog post, etc) that you are currently working on.

This event is made possible through Rach Writes Third Writers' Platform-Building Campaign.

Writers Platform Building Campaign



Rach Writes has made my day!

In Rachael's words,
"There are so many of us out there. Aspiring authors, bloggers (whether established or beginning), industry peeps, even published authors, all of whom want to build their online platforms. We write insightful posts and articles, actively blog within the blogosphere, take part in challenges, competitions, and contests galore.

We have the passion and the drive to make it, but…we could all do with a bit of support.
"
Starting today and running through October 31st is the Third Writers Platform Building Campaign. So hop on over to Rach Writes to join in!


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Elements


This story came to me from many directions, 
one of them being a song that has become one of my favorites since I became a mom: 
"I've Got Peace Like a River," sung by Elizabeth Mitchell. 

The connection of river, ocean, and fountain 
made me think about the elements, 
and this short story was created...



Elements
My years as an organic chemist have taught me only one thing: every human on earth has a single element that permeates their entire being. Unfortunately, I'm still trying to discover mine.
 
MERCURY (Hg) - My husband's metallic body pools into a heavy liquid over mine as he falls asleep on top of me under the hot Nicaraguan sun. Beads of quicksilver drip into my pores. A restless scorpion stirs under the roof of our hut. My lungs dampen to a level of toxicity when my suave Latin lover rolls off my body.

It is winter in the states. Are my sisters thinking of their ex-pat sibling baking in a hut on a dual-volcanic island shaped like an hour-glass, waiting...

We married only three weeks after magnetically meeting on the shore of Lake Managua. Its waters drip of mercury. Our honeymoon, a ferry ride over waters buzzing of bull sharks, ended at Ometepe Island, Raul's home.

"I used to race those sharks as a boy," Raul told me, "but they're unpredictable and aggressive. You're lucky they didn't catch me."

Volatile mercury, known for speed and mobility among the Roman gods, should be handled with care.


MANGANESE (Mn) - Her hard and brittle calluses crackle in my hand. Raul's mother snorts and returns to flattening tortillas on plantain leaves in the spicy kitchen. My efforts at making tortillas do little to melt this manganese mother. Our relationship is already tainted with rust. My kidneys ache of her element.

"Mi carina, Zobeida," she exclaims at the entrance of a dazzling young woman. My dear, Zobeida.

"Quien es que?" Zobeida asks as a little girl peers around her legs. Who is that?

The disgust in his mother's voice burns my face. "Raul's esposa." Raul's wife.

"Esposa," spats Zobeida. Her eyes reflect a painful shock before she shrugs it away. "Puede cocinar?" Can she cook?

Raul's mother cackles and tosses her head to the black stove where my lumpy thick tortillas burn next to her fluffy light ones. At the table, Zobeida begins to sort through a pile of black beans, casting aside the ones bored into by insects.

The forgotten little girl stares up at me, her coffee-rich almond eyes linger on my necklace of cowrie shells.
Raul's been gone for six days now, off to Managua with a cart full of plantains. My passionate drunken love for him begins to dissipate as the bruises of manganese upon my body color to a shade of amethyst.

Manganese colors glass a shade of amethyst, which was once believed to protect a person from intoxication.

MAGNESIUM (Mg) - The little girl giggles as I wrinkle up my nose at the stench of a stink bug. We've been harvesting coffee all afternoon. I've learned only that her name is Maria and she is six years old. I anticipate Raul's return, so I can understand more about her.

Maria's delicate thin fingers wrap around my wrist, preventing me from accidentally disturbing another pungent bug. Her infectious laughter and brilliant smile have healed my wounds from this morning's interactions in the kitchen, and I relax in the shade of the tall coffee plants.

"Papa!" Maria shouts. She bursts into the air like an exploding vision of fireworks, and races down the row of plants. I glance up from my basket of red coffee berries to find Raul walking toward us. I look past him but see no one. Raul gets down on one knee and Maria steps up and jumps into his arms, a move so smooth it's been long-practiced.

His free hand grabs my waist and pulls me to his body.

"My daughter, you met," he states.

"Mi papa," Maria says proudly.

"They live with us, some days."

"They?" I ask, stepping away from his magnetic pull.

"Maria and her mother, Zobeida."

My body hardens. Raul sees the accusation in my glare.

"She's not my girlfriend. You now are my wife." Raul slowly reaches down for my hand. "My wife, I love."

The instant drain of attraction for Raul leaves my body quaking as his last words sprinkle down on me like rain drops on a cracked desert floor.

I panic, running blind inside the labyrinth of my mind until Maria's hand gently touches my shoulder. She leans out of Raul's arms towards me and lightly touches the seashells around my neck.

"I make."

Magnesium, a supernova element, is essential to all living organisms.


I published this story with WOW! Women on Writing a couple of years ago. 

Their writing contest is currently open until August 31st, so I encourage you to enter it!!




Monday, August 15, 2011

Word Search

When asked for a word on the spot my mind goes blank. I don't touch cross-word puzzles. They're impossible.

But if I'm given time to come up with a word on my own, say as in Scrabble, I love it, but I'm slow at putting those little letters together.


Life throws at me moments and feelings that are indescribable. If I try to find the exact word to describe it, my mind goes blank. I'm searching for the words, the all encompassing words for these moments, these feelings...

Standing on the edge of the ocean, I find it to be inviting yet threatening all at once. 
The ebb of peace washes back to sea, revealing a deep tremor of the finality of engulfment. 
What word describes that feeling of welcoming tranquility 
while harboring an instinctual threat to survival?

Holding my two-year-old over my pregnant belly, 
I breathe in love as the edge of wanting space unsettles the moment. 
What word captures a mother's heart yearning for physical freedom 
yet clinging to the waning umbilical cord?

Waking before dawn, I listen to my toddler sing "I love Mama. I love Dada." over and over 
and I want to run to her to inundate her with my love, 
but I burrow deeper into the covers wanting more time alone. 
What word holds the essence of the moment a woman tips over into a mother?

What words are you still searching for in your life?

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Finality of Enough

My girls are like taffy, pulling me in different directions. My writing, just the same.

I get tugged in the direction of short stories, only to try out a same story multiple times in different voices. Then I get pulled in the direction of essays and find myself revising and revising, never know when it is enough.

My oldest daughter pulls on my sleeve when I am laying in her bed at night telling her a story, "Wake up Mommy. Finish telling me the story." I ended it five times already, but she wants more. She wants a tapestry. "One more, and that's it. That's enough," I say. Finally she is satisfied and I stumble out of her room and down to mine, where I fall asleep dreaming of more endings to her story.

My youngest daughter tugs on me, all day long, to be held. She can't handle the notion that my body can't take it, holding her 30 pounds over my pregnant belly. Five minutes, 20 minutes, it's never enough for her. She wants me to hold her, I think because she hears me saying "I can't. It's too much. That's enough."

I sit down in my writing chair and begin my young adult novel again. I've lost count of how many times I've restarted this novel. Even though I've written more than half of it, I've chucked it all and I begin again.

"Enough!" I want to scream. "Just write the damn thing."


Enoughs fill my day. Did I drink enough water today for the baby? How can I get enough sleep tonight? Our puppy didn't get enough one-on-one time today. Will my daughters have enough to do tomorrow so I can write in the afternoon? My little girls filled me with enough hugs and kisses to last me until morning when I get to be with them again.

At the end of the day I know one thing to be true: enoughs can pull at me, drain me, stress me, but they can also fill me and sustain me. And enoughs never truly end.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Breathing Life

My almost four-year-old daughter takes blowing bubbles very seriously. While my two-year-old sticks the bubble wand in her mouth, her older sister breathes life into each bubble. Our Sheltie puppy then proceeds to chase after each bubble, snapping at it and going berserk until she's eaten all of the bubbles.

I sit in the swing, watching my girls, and take deep breaths. For four months now I have not been able to take a deep breath. It started with pneumonia then bronchitis then strep throat. I was left with not being able to take a deep breath, and it is mentally very uncomfortable.

But now I worry, is the baby growing inside me getting enough oxygen. Is it fresh oxygen or stale? Can I breathe life into her by trying to take as deep a breath as possible?

I'm finally reaching a new stage in motherhood, one where I feel more settled, more confident, more relaxed at being a mother. This new sense has given life to my writing. My pen flourishes on the paper during the few free blocks of writing time I get each week. And I am loving it.

I don't know what the future holds for me when our third baby is born this fall, but I do feel more confident now in knowing that I won't spiral into that overwhelming, all-consuming mommyworld. Having a newborn and a child under two was rough on me. Having three children will be challenging, too. But I feel as if I know what I am getting myself in to this time. Sort of.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

The Momoir Project

Ladies,  you're in for a treat! Today we get to sit down and have a cup of coffee with Cori Howard, founder of The Momoir Project. Just wait and see what she what kind of waves she's been making! 

Welcome Cori Howard! I am thrilled to have you on my blog today.

 Cori, the stories told by these authors in Between Interruptions held me spellbound and showed me the extraordinary depths of motherhood. How did the experience of putting this collection of work together impact you as a mother and a writer?


The impact was huge and it's ongoing. The initial impact was that I received hundreds of emails from mothers who wanted to share their stories and didn't know how. That was the beginning of The Momoir Project which has become, three years later, an online writing centre for moms who want to write. Teaching and running The Momoir Project wasn't something I had ever envisioned before the book, so it was a gift because it turns out teaching writing to moms is the best job ever. The other impact the book had was emotional - the positive feedback I got really helped me believe in the power of storytelling and its ability to connect mothers over time and space. I knew that stories could do that but the book really drove it home. 
  
I love the idea behind The Momoir Project that you have created. What role has The Momoir Project had in connecting writers and mothers with each other? What might a writer expect to get from The Momoir Project workbook that is available on your website?

The connections happen on many levels. Let's start with the geographical connections. Because I teach online, women from all over the world get to read and share each other's life stories. In one recent session, I had a woman from Germany, a woman from Singapore, a woman from Australia and a bunch of women from across Canada and the US. It was amazing. Of course, English is often their first language but I've also had many brave students writing in English when it's their second language. Learning about the differences in our lives because of where we live is an incredible experience. The other connections are emotional. Sharing our deepest fears and secrets with each other inevitably leads to a deep intimacy and strong sense of connection with each other. Often, the women in my online classes stay connected (online) over time and develop deep, nurturing friendships and writing groups. It's beautiful to watch. 
 
The Momoir Project workbook is really an alternative to the classes for women who don't have the time or money to commit to the class. The workbook provides the same lessons, without the group dynamic, and without the experience of sharing your stories with others. What it does do is get you started writing about your journey as a mom, offering the tools and skills so you know where to start. 
 
 Literature on motherhood is quickly gaining ground and the field is expanding. Women are reading more honest accounts of motherhood than ever before. How do you help writers get to the truths about being a mother in their writing?

Well, the answer to this would be different for different genres of writing. I've noticed motherhood creeping into many, many novels and it's delightful. But in memoir writing, the way to dig deeper and unravel the layers of emotion for the reader is to work with a really good editor or with a group of writers that can help you ask questions that you might not have seen where there. I've had that experience in my own work as a memoir writer and it's always very terrifying and in the end, very satisfying. They are the hard questions - the ones you were hoping to avoid - and asking them of yourself is not an easy process. But it does lead you to discover things about yourself and your life you may not have known. There are other strategies for uncovering the truth in writing but I'll leave it at that, for now. 
 
You've begun offering an online class for moms who wish to writer their stories. I have met so many mothers who have a profound wish to write their story, but their biggest hurdle is confidence if they aren't writers. What advice do you have for these mothers to encourage them to begin writing their stories?
 
Yes, confidence is absolutely the biggest hurdle and it's because culturally, we don't value mothers and the work they do. So we often embody that, but once we recognize the source of our lack of confidence, it's much easier to start to build it up again. And really, what I find helps is showing women - through the writing of other published moms - that the seemingly mundane details of our day to day lives matter. That they are the stuff of compelling stories. Because buried under those details are stories of transformation and struggle - with our identities, our ambition, our marriages, our friendships, our spirituality. The stuff of life. And once they recognize that, and start to write their own stories and share them with others, the confidence returns.

Thank you Cori for all of this fantastic knowledge and experience you've shared with us today! This has given us a lot to think about. I am very grateful that you are helping so many women write and share their stories, because it helps all of us as mothers!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Writer Mamas Have The Word

(Mama Kat Writer's Workshop post is below this one!!)

Remember that witty, eye-catching mama on the playground today who spoke so eloquently?

Well, that wasn't me.

I was the one standing behind her, checking the back of my two-year-old's diaper while keeping an eye on my older daughter as she attempted to climb the rock wall. Perhaps you might have noticed me after all if you wondered why that mommy, who obviously hadn't showered in two days, was carrying a small notepad in her back pocket and a pen stuck through the messy knot on top of her head.

Do I really get a chance to write when I am at the playground? No, not usually, but the pad of paper makes me feel better, inspired, hopeful. Playing with my girls outside makes me feel just as happy.

So I've been wondering - just how do moms who write and publish books and articles have time to write. Some of them have more children than me, some have twins or triplets, some work full-time. It's already the 6th month of 2011 and I've only completed and submitted one short story.

So here's what I've come up with on my search for the truth:

(Actually I just asked my favorite writer mamas "How do you make time to write?" and this is what they said:)

Suzanne Kamata (author/editor) -

"When my now twelve-year-old twins were babies, I asked people (my husband, my mother-in-law, friends) to look after them for an hour or so once or twice a week while I walked down to a nearby cafe with my notebook to write. It's important to ask for help." (http://www.suzannekamata.com)


Mary Jo Campbell of Writers Inspired -


"Ha! Well, I feel like a poser even replying to this question, because as of late, I haven’t been finding (or making) time to write. Although, as every true writer knows, if we’re not writing, we’re a miserable mess.  So, I do the best I can to fit in blocks of writing time.
 Since I work full time, I’ve dedicated my one hour lunch breaks to my writing. I’ll either sit in my car or walk across the street to Borders, where I’m currently rewriting chapter one of my YA novel (again!) It’s not ideal, since the words really begin to flow just as my lunch time is ending. Sigh. I also try to utilize the 30 or 40 minutes after my youngest (age 7) goes to bed and before my husband and I try to have some quality time. I always think the weekends will allow uninterrupted time when we don’t have family plans and I’m not teaching my writing workshops, but alas, Facebook, email and my blog win over any creative ventures. I don’t have a set writing schedule, but I do seem to get some (not as much as I’d like) done. I write better with snippets of time, rather than long blocks – because I‘m a big procrastinator, then beat myself if I didn’t rewrite 8 chapters in my 3-hr afternoon. Such is the life of a writer!"
When married mom of two boys, Mary Jo Campbell, isn't refereeing fights over the Xbox or commuting to/from her day job, she's working on her YA novel. Mary Jo also teaches young writers' workshops several times a year. She shares advice and inspiration for writers of all ages at her blog: http://writerinspired.wordpress.com
Cori Howard of The Momoir Project -

"Here, there and everywhere. I don't pressure myself to write at a certain time every day. That works for some people, but I'm not an every day kind of person. I believe that a lot of the work of a writer happens in my head - dreaming, thinking, scheming. So sometimes, if I'm at the gym, those long 30 minutes on the treadmill will result in a great idea and I have stooped to typing on my iPhone while exercising. Not a super safe idea, but I'm grabbing the time. Sometimes, I will make myself stay up after the kids are asleep to write. Sometimes, I'm too exhausted. Mostly, I don't have enough time to write as much as I want. I have learned to give myself permission to be less productive as a writer. We will all get the time back - whether we want it  or not. Day by day. Word by word. Keep writing - however much you can, whenever you can - and the stories will build. Slowly, but surely."

Cori Howard
Founder, The Momoir Project
Editor, Between Interruptions: Thirty Women Tell the Truth about Motherhood
Mom to 10-year-old boy and 6-year-old girl




"How do you find time to write?  Not  a question that can be answered in a sentence, because juggling the two, the writing life and the life of a mother, gets at the heart of the journey we embark on once we become parents.  There's a reason nobody else in your playgroup is writing a novel. (If they are, I want to be in your playgroup.) Writing is about taking risks.  Motherhood is in many ways about keeping a weather eye out for danger and avoiding risks.  To balance those two warring impulses takes real work.  

Before my first child was born, the advice I received was "write while the baby sleeps."   Because I expected do be able to do exactly that, what was I blessed with?  A child who despised sleep. And on the rare occasions when she did sleep, sometimes I needed to sleep myself.  Or read a People magazine.  Or stare at the wall.     

Now my children are in elementary school and I do, in fact, have more time to work.  But during their younger years I was never "getting as much done" as I thought I should be.  

My advice:  remember that it never does fields a disservice to lie fallow for a couple of years, in fact, it makes them more fertile.  And it's okay to write about what you're living, even if you're just writing it down on slips of paper or in a journal, even if sometimes it feels like what you're living might be a tad... boring.  We live in a world that likes exciting "plots" but there are beautiful stories to be found in the diapers and the late nights, the laundry and the love." 


Sage Cohen of The Path of Possibility -

"For me, there is an alchemy of accountability that happens with a deadline. I prioritize projects that have due dates and build them into my schedule so I can be sure they'll happen. When I don't have a real deadline, I invent one to keep me moving, and then work with a writing friend to check-in about my progress."


Sage Cohen is a single mom of one toddler, two dogs and three cats. She works full-time as a freelance writer.

Jordan Rosenfeld of Write Livelihood -

Before my son, who is almost three, was born, I woke at 5:30 on purpose, and crept delightedly upstairs to my little office space and wrote for several hours before my "real" work began (I'm a freelance editor/writer/writing teacher). The moment we brought him home, I knew those days were over, and I will not lie that I suffered quite a lot of grief over the loss of that precious, quiet morning time. Since then, like all other mother writers I know, I write whenever I can. Before I had daycare, I wrote during naps, and I wrote one-handed while nursing him. I wrote chicken scrawl on scraps of paper in my car, and in the bathroom while visiting my parents.


But I am now in the position where my son is in daycare five half-days a week, and so I once again write around the cracks of my work, whenever and wherever I can. It helps me to be working on a specific project--I'm a novelist by passion--because then I can bring myself to it with intention. I do miss the days of freewriting stories and the like, but now I need structure. And as I have only one child, and he is growing up fast, I know that this time is going to go so fast and I will be clutching after these days when he is young.

Jordan Rosenfeld is the author of Make a Scene: Crafting a Powerful Story One Scene at a Time (Writer's Digest Books), and with Rebecca Lawton, Write Free: Attracting the Creative Life (BeijaFlor Books). She teaches writing, edits manuscripts and hangs out with her own wild muse as often as possible when not mothering 3 year old Benjamin and talking about life with her psychologist husband, Erik. www.jordanrosenfeld.net.


Abigail Green of Abby Off the Record -
First of all: I make time to write; if I waited until I found time, it might be years before I wrote anything!


I take my toddler to a babysitter’s three mornings a week while my older son is in preschool. That’s my dedicated work time. If I have a labor-intensive writing project that takes lots of time and brainpower, that’s when I do it. Or, I sometimes write on weekends while my husband takes the kids since that’s the only time I have big blocks of time.


In the afternoon, I can maybe steal an hour or two to write or follow up on submissions during nap/quiet time. I don’t like to write in the evenings because that’s my only time to relax and hang out with my husband, but occasionally I’ll write a blog post or something that takes less concentration.

The hardest thing about writing while raising kids, in my opinion, is that you have small chunks of time in which to work and you have to accept that you’ll often get interrupted. It just goes with the territory.  
-          Abigail Green is a part-time freelance writer, writing instructor and blogger, and mom of 2 small boys. Her blog is AbbyOfftheRecord.com  

Ahhh! So that is how it is done :)  This really has been a big help for me, because (1) I feel better knowing that moms everywhere find it challenging to make time to write, and (2) I feel hopeful that I can do what these amazing women are doing! Thank you writer mamas for all of your advice and support you've given us here today on my blog!

Friday, May 27, 2011

Jungle Woman

Long, long ago in an enchanted rainforest of Costa Rica, lived a woman (me). She lived alone in a little hut (a casita) in the middle of the rainforest.

With no indoor plumbing and none to be found within 100 yards, she learned to use the rainforest as one freshly scented outhouse. With only one light bulb in her casita, she learned to get out of her rainforest hiking gear and into pajamas in less than a minute at night (any longer and the light attracted the entire inhabitants of the rainforest into her casita).

Despite the lesson taught by the light bulb, this jungle woman learned to live with her nightly roommates (a scorpion, a tarantula, a mother rat and her six babies that crawled on the woman and pooped on her pillow at night, several cockroaches the size of her thumb, a lizard that did pushups whenever the woman returned to her casita, an entire wall covered in Daddy-Long-Legs, army ants that stung, and seven semi-venomous that dangled down from Jungle Woman's ceiling above her head in the morning.

She awoke at dawn to the sound of howler monkeys bellowing from the surrounding cloud forest mountains and to some type of reptile that said "fuck you" in a croak. The cool mountain air drifted away as the tropical sun warmed the tin roof of Jungle Woman's casita. She tipped her black rubber boots over to dislodge any scorpion stowaways, threw her damp curly hair into yet another knot, and tried to get her pants to button (that tropical fried food was just too damn good to turn down seconds).

And then that Jungle Woman opened her door to the world - the lush, abundant, diverse, rich world of green and red and yellow and white - and breathed in deeply. Today was another day of having the most amazing time of her life. A day like all the others in the two years she lived there that she won't forget, can't forget and thinks about every single day.



(Click the image above for a free issue of The Motherhood Muse, where you can find out more about my casita as well as writings about motherhood and nature!)

Sunday, May 22, 2011

When is Sunday a Day of Rest?


I just can't do it. I can't remember the last time I held a steaming cup of tea, sat down with my hair styled, with a stack of tea cups cleaned and ready to be put away. I can't recall if I ever had that many pens and paper, because my two little girls are more prolific writers and artists than their mommy. The books, well there you go, I have those ALL OVER THE HOUSE. I am addicted to books, but I don't have the time or the energy to read them, so stacks get made and dust collects.

Sigh. I took for granted all those hours spent in college and grad school in coffee shops and bookstores, writing and writing and writing. 

Will this be me once my children are all in school one day? Or better yet, will I actually have a pen in my hand with paper in front of me and my hair on fire as words leap out like flames from my mind. I have such an imagination.

P.S. Are those toothbrushes in between the pens and paper? How do you use toothbrushes when it comes to writing?

Thursday, September 24, 2009

A Super Hero With a Pen in Her Hand

Mama Kat's Writers Workshop Rocks! Thank you Mama Kat for helping so many of us writer-mamas find our muse every Thursday :)

4) If you were a super hero, what would your super power be and why?

My super hero power may not be all that super nor heroic, but it's one I would choose today for the sake of my 2 year old and 3 month old daughters: the ability to transport myself and anyone else into books, so we could experience the story as if living in it.

If my blog name doesn't give it away, I imagine my super hero power does: I'm addicted to books. I live and breathe books and writing. If I were a worm I know I would live inside a book.

But to inspire others, especially my children, to love books as deeply as I do, that's a challenge. It thrills me to see my toddler sitting by herself looking at books, studying the illustrations under her nose and mouthing certain words. But I have to remind myself to keep a steady hand on the reins, the day may come when she may not want to read a book (or books for hours on end like I did in my childhood).

So if I could be a super hero I would love to be able to take children (and adults) on journeys into books so they could experience the story with all five senses. Better than a movie, even a 3-d one at that. As characters in the story we could have all kinds of powers: flight, strength, speed, dragon-fighting kung foo...

It's good to dream. Maybe one day I'll publish a book that will inspire my girls to continue to read since their mommy is a writer. For now I just live in the moment of having my two little girls sit on my lap as I read a book to them, over and over again.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Separating Colors

Every time I throw a load of whites in the wash I'm tempted to drop in something red. A T-shirt. A pair of undies. A handkerchief. The redder the better. Yet I refrain, afraid that all of my husband's white undershirts will become pink. Will they really turn pink?

I tried separating my two-year-old's mountain of Play-Doh last night. During the 15 minutes it took to nurse my three-month-old, Ayla managed to create one enormous pile of mud-colored Play-Doh. Speckled through out it were hints of red and blue and yellow.

How often do colors bleed together in your life? Do you try and tease them apart? Sometimes I don't even have time (or make the time) to notice the colors and what they're doing.

Such a simple thing. Colors.

We may easily forget about them when we write as well. Writing that utilizes our senses may create a scent beneath our noses, a tingling of bells in our ears, and even a roughness upon the tips of our fingers. Colors can equally produce sensations in our minds and bodies if handled well in our writing. They can also serve as symbols to add significant meaning to the writing.

A simple description of a color if original and creative can snap a vision of the particular hue in front of the readers eyes. Halloween is right around the corner and soon we'll be reading many books about pumpkins, witches, ghosts, candy apples and goblins to our children. There's orange and black and white and red and green. So basic, yet just a beginning. There are shades and shadows to consider. Discolorations and erosion of color.

We're planning on taking our girls to a pumpkin patch in a few weeks and I hope my eyes will take in the various types of orange on that day, so that it might help me as a writer to consider the detail of color in my writing! A simple pumpkin can also expand a child's understanding of color by talking about it and reading about pumpkins.

I love the fall for all the colors it holds for us!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Writing Announcements

25 Best Writing Blogs
Maria Schneider at Editor Unleashed collected nominations and votes for the best blogs on writing! Here are the final results for different categories! All of these blogs on writing are helpful no matter your experience and pursuit of writing!

Magazine Sale
Brain, Child! It's one of the best literary magazines I've encountered. And they have a sale going on right now. So if you don't subscribe but you're interested, nows the time to sign up!
Mom Writer's Literary Magazine, another awesome magazine on motherhood, is posting a sale on its subscription right now!

Women Writer's Guide
Are your children back in school? Have some time to look into freelance writing? WOW! Women on Writing offers this terrific guide to help you put your writing into publication!

Giveaway from Writer-Mama
Each day a new book and a new topic! She also lists each giveaway (a different one each day), so you can find a good list of references here as well.

Contests
A fantastic HUGE list of writing contests!

Here's hoping we all have a little bit of extra time this weekend for writing!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Mid-Atlantic Writer's Conference

I'm signed up to go! Is anyone else going to the Mid-Atlantic SCBWI conference on Saturday, November 14th, in Arlington, VA?

I'd love to meet my fellow blogging friends if you are attending, so please let me know!

If you haven't registered yet, I hope you do!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Physically Attached to What We Write

or should I say "when we write."

My 2 year old is enthralled with her dollhouse and I slyly open the laptop from my perch on the couch. My 3 month old is snuggled in my sling, fast asleep. Five minutes, that's all I ask for. I bury my nose in writing.

Two seconds later...
and my toddler is all over me, stuck to me like glue.

From wrapping her arms around me behind my back to crawling on top of my shoulders to rubbing my cheek to riding on my forearm and shouting "neigh," Ayla is physically attached to me when I write.

I guess you could say I should expect this from her, she does pile her books on her bed and sleeps on top of them after all. She literally is physically attached to the written word.

So how are writer-mamas physically attached to what we write?

Emotionally and mentally I am attached to every word I write, but physically?

It happens when I revert to writing by hand with a favorite pen and my writer's notebook. There's no love between me and the keyboard. But give me some blank white paper and a pen, and viola, I feel physically attached, giddy almost, to each word I write.

How are you physically, emotionally, and/or mentally attached to what you write?

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