Living and Learning Creatively

About an hour ago we came home from the open house at my son's high school. I chose this school before we moved to this city because I saw enough, through their website and a spring visit, to be impressed. Three weeks into the school year, I'm more impressed.

My son is a freshman at an IB high school. His teachers have taken the IB concept and run with it. The emphasis isn't on harder but more challenging. There is a difference. And, whether or not the teachers used this word, I heard and saw creativity in every classroom. Learning Spanish grammar through conversation. Learning physics by devising and performing experiments. Learning algebra from a teacher with a sense of whimsy (have you ever seen a backwards clock?).

With all the emphasis on test scores, creativity is often neglected. In some workplaces, it's hard to find anyone with an appreciation for the creative. But where do books, plays, artworks, symphonies originate?

Even some writers take a paint-by-the-numbers approach to their craft. That may be fine for some, but I think we need to open our minds and let in the sunshine.

Books and Censorship

Last night my 14-year old gave me a note from his English teacher. The teacher plans to have the students read a book which he knows might make some parents uncomfortable. He discussed the book and offered an alternative.

I'm nearly done reading The Bluest Eye, the recommended book. It is very well written and full of symbolism. But I don't think I'll let my son read this book. Not yet. If he wants to read it later, when he's 17 or 18 or 19, I'll support him. But he's not ready for this book. He has lived a sheltered life, and the realities presented would be, I think, a little much at his age.

The alternative offered by the teacher is A Lesson Before Dying. Tomorrow I plan to thoroughly scan that book--it's probably too much for me to read in a day--to be sure of my decision. Like the first book, it has received good reviews. I don't anticipate a problem.

Censorship is a dirty word. Sometimes, though, it is necessary. I censor myself when I write. In these days, especially, I'm careful to avoid any homosexual interpretations when I write about close friendships between men or women. I also take care not to be politically offensive. And when I present Christianity, or any other religion besides Islam, I do so with fairness.

I've been a parent for 25 years. And that's how long I have censored, to some extent, what my children are exposed to. I don't see how a mother can do otherwise.

Happy Endings

Happily ever after. That's how we expect stories to end. When they don't, something usually feels wrong and off kilter.

For me, the ending is the hardest part to write. I'm tempted to go on, adding to the adventures and misadventures of my characters. At some point, though, I must give the reader a rest. It is up to me to decide when and how my story ends.

Most of my endings have been happy. One has not--though even in tragedy I tried to leave on a note of hope. I didn't plan that ending at all. I sat at my computer and typed, praying for a reasonable way to finish the story. My fingers took over. I wrote it. I read it two or three times. I asked my son to read it and give his opinion. I still wasn't sure. But I went with it. And the ending is definitely memorable.

In another book, the ending crept up on me. I wrote a wonderful summarizing paragraph. Then I kept on writing, adding more and more to the story. I went back over those last few pages many times until I realized that my perfect ending was buried in the text five or ten pages before I stopped writing. I went back and corrected that, of course.

My greatest challenge was writing the book to end the series. It's done now. There is both happy and sad. I've asked my son to read the manuscript through to the final page. He isn't finished yet.

I'm tempted to just have everyone ride off into the sunset. But I want to make my stories real, and real life is much more complicated.

A Part of Life

When I started writing Echoes, I had only a basic premise in mind. I didn't know how the book would be shaped, and I had no idea that it would become the first in a series.

I also hadn't realized that one of the main themes throughout the series would be death. In each book, someone dies--a main character or someone else who has an impact on a main character. As in real life, death is a constant presence.

I was reading my draft of the final book, Silence, to my husband yesterday. He thought it interesting when Joshua said that death is a part of life. It sounds odd, but no one can deny it.

As a writer, I'm careful in how I handle death. It must be a natural part of the plot. I don't have gratuitous violence, and I don't enjoy stories containing that. I show different types of death and different responses from those who survive. As in real life, there are many ways to die and many ways to mourn.

Because of the deaths, I've been teased that I'm writing a soap opera. I'm not. People live. People die. What I want to do is accurately portray life. Sometimes a family will go for years without a single death. Then there may be two or even three or more in close succession. And death is always present. Muslims are told to remember this, and not to fear death.

We have a life before birth. Then we have the life we know. Something comes later. No one has returned to tell us how it is. This is something we must each learn. And it is absolutely a part of life.

Genres and Passing Fancies

Today I learned I wasn't invited to the Meet the Author event at the ISNA (Islamic Society of North America) convention this year. I've participated in this program for three years now, so it was a bit of a letdown.

I looked at the list of authors and books that were included. I believe they were all either history or political science. Not a novel in there anywhere.

I know history and political science are hot topics these days for Muslims. I find this interesting. I wrote my only non-fiction book, which encompassed both history and political science, in the 1980s. It was published in 1990. That was long before PCs and internet connections, so the book sold slowly. It's still available. I hope to revise the manuscript sometime in the next few years.

When I wrote my book, it wasn't a hot topic. Now it is very hot. Meanwhile, I've moved on to Islamic fiction.

My mother always told me I was at least 5 years ahead of my time. I think she's right, and it's very frustrating. By the time Islamic fiction becomes popular, if I'm still alive, I wonder what I'll be writing.

There is a plethora of magazine articles instructing the writer how to cash in on the latest craze. But I always remember the words of a scholar I once knew--he's been dead for several years now. "Don't imitate. Initiate."

That seems to me to be the more honorable way to go. Though there's not as much money in it.

Far From Perfect

I mentioned yesterday how many different ways Brad found to mess up his life in Turbulence, before he repented. Brad was quite a sinner, but none of my characters is perfect.

Do you know anyone who is perfect? Is there anyone who always does the right thing in the right way at the right time with the right intention? Is there anyone who doesn't mess up?

We're not angels. The angels actually asked Allah why He would make us, claiming we would bring mischief. They were right, weren't they?

Fiction should mirror life. Life isn't perfect. People aren't perfect. Characters should not be perfect either. And I don't even go for the "Whoops, I sinned so I'll be a good Muslim for the rest of my life." It's more like, "Whoops, I sinned. I'd better stop. Whoops. I did it again."

When I was young I learned about original sin and I pledged to be the person who would break the curse. I no longer believe in original sin, but I do know that I mess up. I will never be perfect. It's useless to try. But I should try anyway.

And that's how I write my characters.

Does Islamic Fiction Sell?

I am a writer because I must write. In 2002 I decided I would write stories about Muslims. My stories show the humanity of the Muslim and the devotion of those who follow Islam. They generally fall under the category of Islamic fiction.

Although I love writing, I would be lying if I said I didn't hope to make a living from it. Many do. The problem is that I must sell books. Who is my audience?

Most of my readers are Muslims. At least that's the impression I get from the feedback I receive. Some eagerly devour my stories. Others aren't quite as enthusiastic. I know I lost a few readers with my latest book, Turbulence. This book appealed much more to Muslims, even though the central characters are Muslims.

What's the problem with Turbulence? Well, the main character--Brad, Joshua's oldest brother--is not a saint. But who is? He commits adultery--can you tell me no Muslims do this? He drinks alcohol--don't try to tell me all Muslims don't do this. He lies--I know from experience that many Muslims do this. And he repents. How many Muslims do this?

Islamic fiction is a new genre, especially here in the U.S. I will always have at least one Muslim character. He or she will face difficulties and probably succumb a time or two. But faith always wins.

Does it sell? Not yet. But I think my biggest readership is still in high school and college. Give me another ten or fifteen years. By then I expect to be joined by many more authors, insha Allah.

This writer is. . .

. . .restless.

I've had a busy summer in terms of writing. During the month of June I attempted a stage play. It didn't turn out as well as I'd like, but I might still be able to go back and salvage it one day.

After the stage play, I wrote Silence. the final book of the Echoes Series. This one took me six weeks. Rebounding, the second book in the series, took me only two weeks--the first draft, that is. Silence kept me going, wondering exactly where and how it would end. Overall I'm satisfied with the ending. It will need some tweaking, but it's a very good start.

Now I've started my first novel in years which is not part of the Echoes Series. I have a new cast of characters, a new setting, everything. Off Balance features Nina Weston, a very determined woman. I first wrote this story last November as part of the NaNoWriMo challenge. Last weekend I read through it. Now I'm starting fresh, including more back story, and giving Nina a sassier tone. She may be almost as much fun to work with as Joshua has been all these years.

I've been told I should be writing articles, or at least short stories, to get my name out there. That's good advice, but I just can't stop writing these novels.

Hmm. By the time I'm finished with Off Balance--first draft, that is--I'll need to start thinking about NaNoWriMo again. I wonder who and what I'll write about this year.

All Writers Must Absolutely Know. . .

. . .how many words is enough.

As a reader, I strongly dislike wordiness. I break my own rule a little here on the blog, but in my books I work to make sure that every word counts.

So, in the spirit of being concise--have a nice weekend!

A Writer is. . .

. . .only human.

We get tired, hungry, and even occasionally cranky. Those who love us have to put up with our moods. Most do.

And the greatest pitfall any writer can fall into is to forget his or her humanity.

A Writer Should Be. . .

. . .inspired.

Not all of the time, of course. The expectation of inspiration probably leads to writer's block more than anything else. Sometimes the writer must plod along, writing words and sentences.

But at some point, it all comes together. The spark of inspiration gives the words meaning beyond their dictionary definitions. The characters, the plots, everything meshes to create a true literary experience.

A writer should find that spark in every book, story, or poem writen. That's one ingredient of a true writer.

I can't think of any author who isn't. . .

. . .curious.

It amazes me that some people are satisfied with what they already know. They're not driven to seek new knowledge and gain new experiences. It must be an easier way of living. I can't imagine it.

Writers are curious people, but that's another topic. Writers are curious. We want to know how things work or the history of things. Or maybe the future. I sometimes pick faces out of the crowd and wonder where they're going, what they've done in their lives, and how it has affected them.

Non-fiction writers are just as curious, producing tomes about topics which some people don't even bother with. Many of us would not write the books, but we're happy to find them on the libary shelf when we need the answer to a burning question. We're lucky that someone else thought of it first.

I don't think that someone who is contented will make a very good writer. A writer should be restless, wondering, and never quite satisfied.

A Writer Certainly Should. . .

. . .have a good vocabulary. And a decent thesaurus.

By decent, I don't mean sophisticated. When I was younger, I thought a good writer often used words such as indeed and therefore. That's not the case.

My stories center around the dialogue, and I base the dialogue on the personality of the speaker. The lawyer, Walter Thompson, does use larger words and more complex sentences. His language reflects his profession. Joshua, on the other hand, uses slang and lazy grammar. Even after he graduates from college, his speech patterns don't change much. They're part of who he is.

In Echoes I wrote a short scene in which Joshua is trading one-liners with his friends, and he uses heavy slang. I wasn't sure of the slang of the day, so I consulted the experts--my teenage sons. They helped me write the scene.

While a writer doesn't necessarily have to use "big words," he or she should be aware of synonyms rather than risking repetition. I have a few thesauri I consult. One is my favorite. Another is electronic so I can use it when I'm traveling. If Joshua shouted in the last paragraph, maybe in this paragraph he should yell. Not all synonyms are that easy to find, by the way.

We are wordsmiths. Words are our tools. When describing a scene, I look for the word which fits the mood I'm trying to create. Is crying as powerful as sobbing, weeping, or bawling? What do you think?

A Writer. . .

. . .pays attention.

If I'm outside of the house and I have some time to kill (this is a great airport game) I watch the people around me. I try to find someone who resembles a character I've written. I also observe people to give me ideas for new characters.

I find that when I'm writing a long-forgotten memory will return through the mouths of one of my characters. I'm able to pick up the details of life, both recent and "ancient," and add them to my story.

You might just say that a writer is nosy. But that doesn't sound as nice. We pay attention, that's all.

A Writer Must Usually. . .

. . .be very creative.

I've noticed that there are basically two types of people in this world. Many of us fall squarely into one camp or the other. Only a few gifted souls are adept in both areas.

There are the practical people. The Marthas of this world who, like the woman in the Bible, reminds us that the food must be prepared and there is much work to be done. They approach problems head-on, with facts and figures at their disposal.

Then there are the creative people. The Marys who, like another woman in the Bible, prefer to listen to an inspirational talk rather than bother with simple menial chores. They see the world through different lenses, and often contemplate the nature of what they see. Facts and figures sometimes come in handy, but those types of matter are far too boring to think of often.

I'm a Mary. Since childhood I've viewed the world in my own unique way. While riding in a car with my parents, I would look at the other cars and wonder where they were going. Sometimes I would imagine one of the cars crashing into another. A story developed in my head of the accident and its aftermath. Meanwhile, my father drove safely down the road.

Most of the people who are close to me are Marthas--including both my mother and my husband. They concentate on what needs to be done. They dream but they never daydream. They easily handle worldly affairs such as car insurance and mortgages. They have trouble understanding why the few Marys in their lives are so slow and dreamy.

The world needs both. But I contend that the best writers are those who live inside their imaginations.

A Writer Must. . .

. . .be able to work in isolation.

Writing is generally a solitary activity. This is especially true of fiction. The writer creates characters and settings, problems and solutions. Often writers are fortunate enough to have "writing buddies" who will provide feedback, but the actual writing must be done alone.

Non-writers who live with writers say we sometimes become dazed, tuning out of the real world and focusing on the story. This must be true. I sometimes think about my story when I'm at the bank or the grocery store. If I have a breakthrough in my plot, I want to share this with everyone I meet. Sadly, they wouldn't understand. What would you think if a stranger rushed up to you and said, "Do you know what happened between Larry and Nina today? You're not going to believe this." We definitely cannot go around sharing with strangers.

Even with family members, discussing the plot may be discouraging. If my husband walks in and says, "How was your day?" I can't cry on his shoulder because I had to kill someone, even though I didn't really want to, because it moved the plot along. He would nod and mutter, and go to another part of the house.

The writer must be able to think alone and write alone. Until the book is published, that is. Then she must become a social butterfly, flitting from one promotional activity to another.

I never said writing was easy.

What Makes a Writer

Many people write. Students write reports--a skill also required of many professionals. A large percentage write emails and, at one time, used to write letters. Some write letters to the editor. Others write articles for the local newpaper or the church newsletter. Some dabble in poetry. In certain occupations, essay writing is a necessary skill. And many, many write blogs.

So what makes a writer? Why do some go the extra step and transform writing from a necessary task or a pleasant hobby into a vocation?

Over the next several blogs, starting next week, I'll begin discussing the characteristics of the writer--the person for whom writing becomes a lifestyle. If anyone out there has other characteristics or suggestions to add, I will be very happy to hear from you.

Writing Death

I don't like killing my characters. I try not to do it too often. Sometimes, however, it becomes necessary.

I agonized over my first death, back in Echoes. I liked that character very much. Initially I only intended to make him sick. I researched the condition and wrote enough to place him in the hospital. But it turned out I had gone too far. His illness became irreversible and his death was inevitable. I still miss him.

I ended one of my books with an unexpected death. I didn't intend to write the ending that way. I wasn't sure, actually, how I would end that book. I just wrote, and the death appeared seemingly from nowhere. I didn't much like the ending, but it worked. I decided to keep it.

I haven't killed many people in the last book of the series, but there are a few deaths. Each has a purpose. The first was suggested to me by my son. I resisted, at first, but finally saw the wisdom in it. The other two deaths were very natural outgrowths of the story and I really can't imagine it going any other way. One of my characters has a slow death, which he decides to "own." He won't let anyone else tell him how to die. It's all on his own terms. (Maybe I shouldn't use a pronoun here, but there are several "he's" in my books.) His death is actually the best I've ever written, I think.

I love to hear when my books make someone cry--because they're moving, not because they're so badly written! I often cry, too, while I write.

Gaining Momentum

As I mentioned earlier, I started working on a book--the last book in the Echoes Series--at the end of June. The rough drafts of my recent books have taken me only two or three weeks to write, but this one isn't done yet.

I'm on page 237, and I can feel the story drawing to a gradual close. It may take another week, but I'm getting there. In the beginning of this book, I felt the story dragging. I didn't go back to liven it up--I don't do that with first drafts. I just made mental notes here and there of passages which need to be changed or eliminated.

Suddenly, somewhere after page 150, the story picked up. It drew me in. The action is moving quickly now. I can't wait to see--exactly--how it ends. I have some strong ideas about the ending, but I haven't yet written the final pages, the closing paragraphs, the last line.

It will be hard for me to go to bed tonight. I want to keep writing. But, then, even a writer needs to sleep.

My Bridges Interview

Was anyone able to watch the interview last night? We don't have cable TV and I don't think we can get Bridges where we live, anyway. I will receive a DVD of the interview soon, and I can't wait to see it.

So, did anyone watch the program last night? How was it?

"Weird People"

Tonight my husband accompanied me to a local writers' meeting. I asked him to come because the meeting started late and I have difficulty driving at night.

While we waited for the other writers to arrive, my husband said he would recognize them because they would be "weird," just like me. That's not an insult. It's the truth.

A writer develops an entirely new world, creating lives of people who have never been born and throwing obstacles in their way. A writer considers the weight and connotation of every word. A writer observes the outside world, looking for new ideas to use in a story.

And when a writer is "in the zone," inspired and caught up in the writing, no one can easily get his or her attention.

I accept the label of "weird" and wear it proudly because a writer is who I am.

Too Tired to Write

For too many nights I've stayed up until 1:30 or 2, writing after my family has gone to sleep. They seem to settle down later each night. It's now 11:18, and they're wide awake.

But my schedule is catching up with me. I can barely put two thoughts together.

After they quiet down, I hope to write for a little while. It helps me sleep. And as nice as it is to write in a quiet house in the dead of the night, even the most inspired writer must sometimes rest.

Spinning a Tale

For more than three weeks I have worked on Silence, the final book in the Echoes Series. Earlier attempts descended into a maudlin mess. This time I think I've found the formula.

But I still don't know where the story is going. It has twisted several times until I don't recognize it anymore. Just like a reader, I'm anxious to find out how the story ends.

There's Muhammad. I mean, he could. . .or he may just. . .Then there's Joshua. There's never any telling what he may do. I've thrown in a couple wild cards to keep things more interesting. And after I've finished with the rough draft I plan to weave in one or two more minor storylines.

I won't let you know how it ends, when I do finally reach that point. You'll have to learn that on your own.

My TV Interview

Last April I was interviewed for a segment to be shown on Bridges TV. The interview will air on July 29 at 8:00 p.m.

I hope if you have access you will tune in!

Writing Instruments

My 14-year old was in agony this evening because he can't have his own laptop yet. Not only that, we expect him to share the desktop with his brothers. He wanted to know how he could build his writing career without a laptop.

When I was 14, I bought my first typewriter. I'd had a summer job working as a day camp counselor, which brought in $100 for the summer (at $1/hour--minimum wage in those days). I spent $25 on a small typewriter. And I typed on that thing day and night. I wrote poems. I wrote stories. I wrote plays. I even wrote a book. (Though I never thought anything was good enough to be published.) My mother said that after I left home for college, she still imagined hearing the clackety-clack of my typewriter late at night.

I wish my son could also start on a typewriter, but they're not as practical these days. Ribbons must be impossible to find. And I imagine it would be very hard for a computer kid to get used to the earlier technology.

He may be able to upgrade my old laptop, but it's at least ten years old. It still works. I'm not sure if it has enough memory and speed to compete in today's world.

He will get his laptop eventually. In a couple of years he'll get a job and work for it, just as I worked for my typewriter. The computer he buys will be so much more special to him.

For now, he's writing his new story by hand. There are many choices for writers. We simply need to be open to them.

Problem Solved

What I've through in my writing in the last three days confirms my belief in writer's intuition.

I introduced a plot twist withour any idea of how I would resolve it. I wasn't sure I should write it at all, but my intuition told me I should.

Yesterday I began working on a solution, butI still didn't have a clear idea of where to go.

It came to me today at around 2 p.m. while I was washing up for the midday prayer. Suddenly I could see the entire plot clearly in front of me. I can't wait to finish writing it.

Some of my best ideas occur when I'm dousing myself with water. I wonder why.

At an impasse

It happened to me last night. I thought of an intriguing plot twist. I didn't know how I would resolve it. So I decided to shut off my laptopl and go to sleep. By morning, surely, I would have an answer.

That was almost 24 hours ago. I'm still stuck. I don't want to give up on my twist. I know if I'm persistent enough, I'll find the answer. But I don't have it yet.

That's the trouble with writing by the seat of your pants. Sometimes it can carry you into dark, dead-end alleys with no sign of escape.

This isn't the first time I've had this problem. It's always resolved itself before. I'm sure it will again.

I hope. . .

Is anybody out there? . . .

Help!

So many books to read. . .

. . .and so little time.

My copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns arrived on Saturday. I can't wait to read it. But I have other books already in my queue.

On Saturday evening I finished an amazing book about new cures for cancer which do not include chemotherapy. I thought I would pick up A Thousand Splendid Suns then. I had another book which needs to go back to the library soon, though, and I hadn't touched it yet. A few pages wouldn't hurt, I thought.

I'm nearing page 100 of this 500-page book. I want to peek ahead and find the ending, but the author didn't make it that easy for me. I have to keep going.

I have four other library books to read. I got one, though it's a novel, mostly for reference--the author is from, and writes about, a city I'm including in a future book. Another is a collection of short stories. That still leaves two very interesting looking novels.

For now, A Thousand Splendid Suns sits on a table in my bedroom. I want to read it. I can't wait to read it. But what about the other books?

Maybe I should set aside a week just for reading.

Writing as Catharsis

I was talking recently with someone who writes horror. He said he must write horror to help him purge his own fears and visions. The stories he writes are bold and often bloody--too strong for me to read. I never would have guessed the secrets he harbored.

I have a character who is great fun for me to write. She speaks boldly whatever is on her mind, with no apologies. She has been known to march into a room or a house and demand an explanation, usually at the top of her lungs. And sometimes, after an outburst, she does calm down and become quiet--even sweet.

Heather is my alter-ego. I wish I could be like her. I could say what I think without worrying about later repercussions. I could demand that people meet me on my terms. I would hold my head high and never offer an apology.

Writing is very therapeutic. My friend exorcises his own ghosts through his gruesome tales. I create characters who act as I never would dare. All of us writers create worlds where our imaginations run wild.

I write, therefore I am.

Keeping Characters Focused

I'm working on Silence, the last book in the Echoes Series. This book has been the hardest for me to write. There's so much I want to say before I end the series.

The most challenging part of writing this book, though, is the characters. I've been with them for several years, and I know each of them well. I can't expect the same of my readers, though. Each old character needs a light reintroduction--especially the children, who are now young adults.

Twice I've tried putting new characters into Silence. One was brand new. I wrote his storyline. Then I deleted him from the manuscript, placing his information in another file. I will probably write a short story just about him.

Another character was in the earlier books, but he was much younger. I started writing his narrative. Soon I was getting carried away. I was in danger of losing the focus of the story. So I made a separate file and put much of his story there. I can change the names later and make a short story out of those remnants.

As of tonight, I'm on track. I'm also on my guard. It's very easy to get sidetracked.

Growing Creatively

My 14 year old is working on a great short story. As soon as he told me the plot I knew it had potential. Once in a while I hear him reciting a few phrases. He has the right expression also. As soon as his story is finished, I plan to help him find the right magazines to send his manuscript.

My 17 year old writes also. His preferred genre is fantasy. My 12 year old is a budding writer. His poems and stories need development, but he has promise.

And I can't forget about my older three. They're all a little more practical, but if you sit with any of them you'll hear interesting ideas and propositions.

My kids are not prodigies or rocket scientists. Each one, though, is very creative. Creativity is a dynamic word in our household.

Video games and cable TV sap the imagination. Even school can sometimes turn children into robots rather than thinkers.

If you want a creative child, you must start when he or she is small. Add love, encouragement, plenty of books, and lots of unstructured time in the weekly schedule. Then sit back and watch your child bloom.

How Was Your Month?

I'm back. I've had a great month.

We moved to Lexington. Our home is settled and I'm feeling at home in the community.

I completed the Script Frenzy challenge--a 20,000 stage play written during the month of June. It wasn't always easy, and the script is rough, but I did it.

I even did a little reading. Not much fiction. Right now I'm working on a book about one man's search for a scientific cure to cancer. Some of the vocabulary is unfamiliar and difficult, but Racing to a Cure by Neil Ruzic is well worth the read.

This afternoon I finally ordered A Thousand Splendid Suns. I can't wait to read it.

I've also had more time, recently, to browse and post on Shelfari.com. I even started a group on Islamic fiction. You might want to check it out.

Enough about me. How was your June?

My Summer Vacation

This is my last post for the month of June. I plan to be back in early July, insha Allah.

During my summer vacation, I plan to:

1. Finish packing
2. Move to our new house in Lexington, Kentucky
3. Use the time before our internet is reconnected to write
4. Read one or two books from my personal library
5. Enjoy our large new backyard
6. Explore my new hometown with my kids
7. Make a few new friends

I hope you enjoy the rest of your June.

And keep on writing!

Writing Strengths and Weaknesses

We all have them. Some of us are better at description while others shine at writing dialogue. There are some who do both well, but not without a lot of practice.

We also have our preferred forms of writing. I've spoken with poets who write wonderful poetry and writers who produce fantastic short stories. I dabble in poetry and I'm learning the short story, but I'm not sure I'll ever excel in either.

My strength is the novel. This is becoming clearer to me as I struggle to write my 20,000 word play. I have two characters I like, and I know where the plot is going, but I'm having a hard time putting the words on the page. I plan to finish, but at some point in the future I hope to take my characters and my storyline from the play and turn it all into a novel.

Am I stuck in a rut? I'd rather think of myself as a specialist.

Islam and the American Experience

I have another book I would like to recommend. I'm only on page 64, and not likely to finish before I need to return it to the library, but I've read enough to be interested.

The book is American Islam: The Struggle for the Soul of a Religion. Written by Paul M. Barrett, a Wall Street Journal reporter, American Islam portrays the struggles and victories of individual Muslims. Barrett has included Muslims from many different walks of life, and different ethnicities. The book is well-written and sympathetic to the difficulties faced, particularly after 9/11.

I won't be able to finish this book. But it's not because of the quality. I'm very busy these days with packing and simply don't have much time to read. After I'm settled, I plan to check out American Islam from the local library, or maybe even buy it. And when I have time I am looking forward to reading Barrett's report to the last page.

My Frenzy

Today is June 4. Four days into Script Frenzy. I have a little over 1000 words and a plot which may or may not work.

But it is an experience. I wrote a play or two when I was in high school. Of course, that was over 30 years ago. At least I can say I've done it.

If I finish, that is. I like my characters--Sarah and Hani. Their chemistry is good. But I'm used to thinking like a novelist, not a playwright. I realize now what a huge difference that is.

I'll keep going until the bitter end, even if I don't get more than 10,000 words. It's an experience. I've met a couple people. And I can say I've done it.

Besides, my whole life is a bit frenzied these days.

Goal Accomplished

I attended an eighth grade graduation tonight. My son was one of the graduates. But he's not the only one I cheered for. In 2005, I taught language arts to many of his classmates as well. They're a great group of kids.

I was already proud of them, but I felt an extra something as I read through the graduates' list of goals. One of the girls said she wants to write Islamic fiction.

They were times when I wasn't sure they were learning anything from me. It's always great to know that the kids are listening.

Need Suggestions

I started this blog to do two things: talk about writing; and talk about my books. I've done both, but I feel I need something more now.

What should it be? I'm open to all reasonable suggestions. Just make sure it has something to do with writing.

Thanks!

Is American literacy decreasing?

I sure hope not. But it does seem that Americans are reading less. The bookstore owner who burned books in Kansas City claimed no one wanted the volumes. I've taught high school students who have difficulty finishing a simple novel. Other people are amazed when they see my boys read.

It's not only a loss of education. The emphasis these days is on math and science. When I've told parents that their students are good writers, I've received blank stares or even disapproving expressions. Language is not where the money is--unless, maybe, the child becomes a high-powered attorney. Otherwise, it's medicine and engineering all the way.

As writers, we need to be very concerned about literacy. Are we losing readers to video games? Will the younger generation value books? Are we about to become irrelevant?

Books were burned. That's not a problem. It's a symptom. The nation needs to take this very seriously.

Burning Books

A used bookstore owner in Kansas City, a town I know very well, set fire to some of his inventory. He said it was in protest over his inability to sell or even give away the books.

I don't know what books he burned. I'm probably better off not knowing. I don't want to think about the cherished volumes he turned to ash. It would make me too upset.

I agree with him that there is a problem. Books seemed to have lost their value. But why did he have to burn them?

I'm sure many schools would have welcomed a donation of his books. Maybe nursing homes. Maybe he could have sent them overseas. In some countries, books are like gold.

But not here. Now we neglect them and, when we have too many, we burn them. What else do you expect in the land of affluence?

I'm upset with the bookstore owner. But his actions point to a larger problem which I'll discuss tomorrow, insha Allah.

I Must Be Insane!

Last November I thoroughly enjoyed my NaNo experience of writing a novel within a month. The novel still waits for my revisions. I'll let you know when it's ready to see the light of day.

I visit the NaNo site once in a while, and I knew about the screenwriting/script writing challenge in June. I had no intention of joining. But I did.

I had a high school English teacher who taught us some basics about screenwriting. I remember some of her lessons. Other than that brief experience, I'm at a complete loss.

But I'm looking forward to the challenge. I'm ready for something new.

On the other hand, we're moving next month. Packing is going well, but it's far from finished. Once we arrive in our new home, there's the little task of unpacking. I have my work cut out for me.

So I signed up for a new challenge. It makes no sense. But I'm looking forward to it.

Have you ever noticed that when you're in your perfect job, the one you were always meant to do, you feel comfortable with other people performing that job?

That's how I feel about my fellow writers. (But don't expect me to get sentimental.)

Keep On Writing!

An Inspiring Read

For the last few days I've been reading a novel, and I have a hard time putting it down. I will probably finish the book tomorrow, in spite of its bulky 509 pages.

The novel is Lisey's Story by Stephen King. I've never read Stephen King before, but the synopsis of this book piqued my interest. I picked it up at the library last week.

There are, of course, several different story lines. The one which interests me the most is King's dissecting of the personality of a writer. The main character, Lisey, is the writer's widow. Through her memories, her husband lives on every page.

I won't delve into the central plot. The reason I'm mentioning this book is that it makes me want to write. I want to sit down and write a novel better than anything Lisey's husband, Scott, could have written--or at least something he would enjoy reading.

I think this is the first novel I've written which truly speaks to the writer in me. If I could, I would begin a new book tomorrow. That will have to wait, though. I'm sitting on the couch, my view partially blocked by the rows and columns of boxes stacked in our livingroom. I've barely touched the garage and basement. There's so much work to be done--and we only have three more weeks before our move.

So my inspiration will have to wait until we get to Kentucky. I'll unpack the essential boxes, do a little decorating, explore the city a little. Then I will sit down at my desk and write. I wonder where this next book will take me.

Writer's Block

This is one of the most commonly discussed topics among writers. Like hiccups, writer's block is annoying and has several cures which may or may not work. Everyone has an opinion, and some claim to never have suffered this malady.

I hadn't until recently. The fog is gradually lifting. The cause, I think, is that I have too much on my mind. Once some obligations are fulfilled, I expect my fingers to leap onto the keyboard and hungrily type out one story after another.

My question is, What do you fo for writer's block? Have you ever experienced it, or are you among the lucky few who seem to be immune?

Progress? Hardly

I'm working on my short story challenge, but it's not going well. Does anyone have a suggestion?

I have a few different plots in mind. One is a killer, and it's already half written, but the flow is all wrong. Another has promise, but I'm afraid it will become too cliche. A third is a little off-beat, but not strange enough to make it interesting.

Writing novels is easy for me. I decide on a character, and a basic situation, and I write. Everything comes together--not necessarily in the first draft, but eventually. The characters become part of my family. I can sit down and write without much thought to where I'm going. It's instinctual.

This isn't happening with the story. I struggle, and nothing sounds right. Nothing feels right.

Can anyone let me in on the secret?

Personal Challenge

I have never written a satisfactory short story. I've dabbled, at least, in every other form of writing--books, poems, articles, plays, even a screenplay and a song when I was in high school. I tried short stories too, back then, but they left much to be desired.

So here I go. Insha Allah, 2007 will be the year of the story for me. I began something today. I also have four other stories begun, but never ended.

I need to do this, just to show myself that I can.

Emotional Brevity

In reviewing my next book, Ripples, today, I came across a few emotional passages. I hadn't read these in weeks. They still moved me. That's a good sign.

I noticed that the most powerful lines were some of the shortest. Wordiness doesn't create an impact nearly as much as brevity. Short and direct delivers.

A good lesson to remember in all we do. I'm stil working on it.

Gameel Hammadi

Gameel will make his appearance in Ripples. An Egyptian, he came to the U.S. to study, fell in love with an American woman, and stayed in this country. Gameel is middle-aged now, the father of two college students. Faisal is studying pre-law. His twin sister, Faiqa, is majoring in pre-med.

Gameel has a good life. Years ago he started a company to provide organic products. Now the demand is high and business is very good. But, of course, I won't allow Gameel to escape difficulties.

And I won't say any more. You'll have to wait for Ripples.

Islamic Fiction

Over the last several days, I've had an on-going online discussion with fellow writers about Islamic fiction. What is it? Is it allowed?

I was amazed to hear secondhand reports about those who consider Islamic fiction to be lying. The stories aren't real, and neither are the characters, but the storylines illustrate what it means to be a Muslim. Stories can convey ideas much more easily than sermons or essays. When I was a child I learned the parables in the Bible. No one ever insinuated that Jesus was lying. He used the familiar to explain higher concepts.

I consider Islamic fiction to be a mirror. I give back to the reader the inages I carry. They may be somewhat distorted, because they have been filtered through my own perceptions. That can be said of anything ever written by man or woman.

Is Islamic fiction allowed? I don't see why not. To read stories about people who face the samr vhallenges I do, and see how they confront their problems. This is uplifting and reassuring. Why would there be harm in it.

Anything new is initially resisted. Islamic fiction is not exempt. But I envision the day when my granddaughter will write a story, freely and without doubt. I hope she will look at her grandmother and my colleagues as pioneers.

Body Language

I had another interesting discussion with my sons today about character development. We were talking about distinguishing characters through their vocabulary and speech patterns.

Somehow the conversation turned to body language. The boys hadn't thought of that yet. I use it extensively.

When Joshua is angry or upset, his face turns red. Chris speaks in a low voice. Brad rubs the back of his neck. Joshua might yell and shout, but never Chris. As he gets older, Brad turns more to reasoning. All are brothers, but all have different ways of expressing themselves.

Of course, we use body language daily in our interactions. I have found it to be very useful in defining my characters too.

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Remember, the Innocent People sale ends on May 14.

Back in the Day

While packing boxes and crates today, I came across my old lime green canvas binder. The one I used in 9th grade. The one I doodled on during class.

The binder contains articles I wrote for my journalism class. I was surprised. They were better than I remembered.

Somewhere I have other old writings. A play. A novel. Several poems. Maybe some short stories. I was quite prolific in my teens, before adult responsibilities slowed me down. None has ever been published. Today's encounter gives me new hope that, perhaps, I will find something worth sharing among my old writings.

Writers progress. We must. But it's nice to know that I wasn't totally hopeless as a kid.

P.S.--Remember the Innocent People sale, which ends May 14.

My Writing Life

I received a very nice email from a fellow writer yesterday, asking if she could interview me for her blog. I would like to share the interview with you.

http://writeoussisterspeaks.wordpress.com/2007/05/02/interview-with-writer-jamilah-kolocotronis/

Books, books everywhere--but no time to read or write

Did I mention that we're moving? In the middle of June, insha Allah. To another state--about 400 miles from here.

So I'm packing. Box after box. They're piled neatly against a livingroom wall. And 90% of them contain books.

I love books. I always have. You never know what secrets you may find inside the pages.

I still love books, even after packing hundreds of them. I'm almost done.

I think I'll start buying fewer books.

Turbulence Excerpts

I woke up to good news on Friday morning. My website had been updated, after months of unexpected delay.

You can log on to read two excerpts from Turbulence. I have a few other changes too. I hope you'll check out my site and let me know what you think.

In the next week or so you can look for further updates, insha Allah. I'm back in business!
Alhamdulillah.

Relief

I started writing again this week. It began with a simple poem. Today I opened my file for Ripples, my next book, and went to work.

I was reluctant. There are boxes to pack and messes to clean. And the paperwork. I hadn't realized what all was involved in buying a house. On top of that, my sister-in-law is coming to visit next month. I don't think she wants to spend her days staring at me as I space out in front of the computer.

But I couldn't resist. My son suggested I should work on the fifth book, which is no more than a single rough draft. That would involve serious writing though, and days when I lost touch reality. I'm not ready for a project that deep right now.

My work on Ripples is only to revise. That's simpler. And I'm still writing.

It feels so good to be back.

The Importance of Computer Literacy--And Beyond

Whenever I see an outdated website, I immediately judge the product. Anyone who wants to advertise on the web should be willing to put the time into keeping the information current.

But my website is hopelessly outdated--and it really bothers me. First, the web administrator died. He was kind, supportive, and very thorough. I miss him and the quality of his work.

Now other snags have come along. Delay after delay. Sometimes I wonder if my current website will ever be useful again.

I am looking for alternatives. The best would be if I knew how to develop a website on my own.

Writing is great. But knowing how to live in the real world is an essential tool needed by the successful writer.

I hope it's not to late for me to learn!

Creativity vs. the Business of Writing

My B.A. is in Philosophy and Religion. That in itself should explain my attitude toward the practical side of life.

I avoid practicality whenever possible. I hate working with details--especially when numbers are involved. I can complete income tax returns and pay bills, but these tasks are unpleasant to me and often stressful.

I've tried to get excited about business. A few years ago, I signed up to sell stoneware to friends kind enough to host a party. I enjoyed some aspects of that exercise, but it proved to me that I am not a business person.

Unfortunately, writing is also a business. Books must be marketed. Marketing budgets must be considered. And on it goes.

If I were clever, I would plunge into writing articles, or maybe short stories, and get my name out there. I do have a story I keep meaning to work on. An article, too. But I'd rather be writing novels.

P.S.--These days I'm not writing much of anything. We're moving in June. I can't wait for July!

A Short Bout of Writer's Block

This morning I scanned my to-do list. Three items on the list required writing. (Not counting emails.) I chose something else. I was drowsy and had no motivation to write.

Three hours later, I still didn't feel like writing. That's unusual for me, but it happens. Even though one of the items on my list needed to be finished ASAP, I couldn't imagine coming up with the words. My brain wasn't in the mood.

I opened my email. A friend, Pamela Taylor, had written an article responding to this question--"Is Islam a Violent Religion?" She did an excellent job of tackling this biased statement.

After reading her article, I scanned the responses. Some very supportive, while others went on the attack. When I reached the end, I decided to write some comments of my own.

I don't know how long it took me. Sometimes when I write, time seems to stop. I focused on the words and ideas I wished to convey and the world fell away.

I finished my response and posted it. It was then that I realized my writer's block had vanished.

Like they say, Use it or lose it.

How Human Should a Protagonist Be?

The protagonist is the good guy--someone everyone will root for. When he encounters the antagonist, everyone cheers for him to overcome the forces of evil. My question is, Does the protagonist always have to be good?

In Turbulence, I changed things around a little. My antagonist, Brad, is basically a good guy. But he has several unsavory habits which sometimes get the best of him. There are times when the reader can't stand him. In the end, though, he comes through.

I chose to make Brad very, very human--exposing all his ugly little habits, passions, and secrets. Some readers are uncomfortable with this. But I have always been attracted to the flawed character. Not the shining hero in white armor. Someone with dents in his armor and dirt under his nails.

In the long run, Brad is a good guy. He does the right thing, or at least tries. But Brad has some serious problems--ghosts left by his dead antagonist which continue to haunt.

I grew up in the days when the good guys were easily identifiable. The Lone Ranger was pleasant, in its day. I think, though, that we're ready for something more complex.

Writers and the Postal Service

There was bad news when the U.S. Postal Service announced rate increases, including the elimination of the M bag for media mail going overseas. Smaller media mail overseas shipments have already been phased out, as I learned last fall when trying to send books to the U.K.

Today I learned the move to get rid of the M bag came from Time Warner. A large publisher shutting out the smaller ones. That's life in twenty-first century America.

Writers and publishers are coming together to stop the measure. I encourage all to sign the petition.

http://action.freepress.net/campaign/postal/forward

Beth Monroe Adams

Beth first was mentioned in Echoes, but she had no lines. That bothered me at the time, but Echoes was Joshua's story.

Beth rhada few lines in Rebounding, though she was still known primarily as Brad's wife. Which is ironic, because there is so much more to her.

She bursts on the scene in Turbulence. Finally readers can get to know her strengths and her weaknesses, her idiosyncracies and her passions.

Beth Monroe grew up as the oldest child of Don and Ann. Don was a respected physician. Ann was an energetic mother and homemaker. They provided a strict but loving Baptist home. When Beth met Brad, she was a grad student in the field of public health.

If you want to know more about Beth, you'll need to read Turbulence. A word of caution. Beth usually expects to get her way.

Innocent People

My first novel was conceived on September 11, 2001. I watched the TV reports blaming Muslims and, in the ensuing days and weeks, I saw the misconceptions about Islam being blasted throughout the national media. Muslims were seen simple as "the other." I wanted to give a human face to the exotic image of veils and carpets.

Sadia Abdullah is an American Muslim--her given name is Sally. She's married to a man from Singapore. They have five sons, ages 17 to 6. On the morning of 9/11, she's preparing to go for a job interview--her first since becoming a mother. Tragedy changes her plans and shakes up her world.

Sadia struggles to make sense of the new reality while guiding her sons to a greater understanding of the world. She reaches out to non-Muslims and helps her own Islamic community.

For a limited time, Innocent People is on sale for a special price of $5 per book (and free postage, as usual). Any non-profit organization wanting to order Innocent People for literary and educational purposes will pay only $1 per book for shipping and handling.

The events of that day continue to define us, as Muslims and as Americans.

Life experiences

A day or two ago I was talking with someone about where I get the ideas I used in my stories. I mentioned that I observe people and store away information. She asked if I had plans to introduce any real estate agents--her profession--into any of my books. I laughed, but made no promises. She actually reminded me to pay more attention to details. And, in a few years, a character like her may show up.

Isn't that where we all get our ideas? A gesture, a word, maybe a statement which ignites the imagination. I've never consciously written a character in emulation of someone I know. My characters are composites of people I've met, with a little bit of me thrown into each one.

Observation is a necessary tool for the writer. Words, images, emotions all become stories and characters that, we hope, will inspire.

Wish I Could Write

I'm in between books, for the moment. I'd like to write a short story or two, but the last couple of weeks have been incredibly hectic. I should write an article, but if I can't concentrate on a story there's no way an article would get done. I have my blogs, alhamdulillah--which are becoming less and less lucid.

Whew! I love being busy, but I miss my creative times.

Scratching the Itch

Today my 14-year old was bemoaning the fact that he doesn't have a laptop. We're on vacation and he wants to write. He spends at least part of nearly every day calculating how he can earn enough money and exactly how long it will take him to earn enough for a laptop.

I understand completely. I was 14 when I had my first job--working as a counselor in a summer day camp program. I earned $100 for the summer--minimum wage was one dollar an hour. At the end of the summer I bought myself a typewriter for $75. I spent the next several years typing away at that little typewriter. I wrote my first novel, my first play, short stories, and poems. My mother said that after I went away to college she sometimes thought she heard the click-clack of my typewriter at night.

It's hard to go too long without the feel of the keys beneath my fingertips. I know some writers still use long-hand, but my penmanship was never that great. I loved typewriting from the moment I tried it. There is something very relaxing about the process.

I wish I could buy a laptop for my son, but we have other children and I can't afford to spend hundreds of dollars on one of them--except for something like college tuition, which is a different matter. Besides, I think he'll appreciate it more after he's earned it, just as I earned my first typewriter.

And he'll have to endure the itch until we return home.

Meeting My Readers

I had a great weekend. Our family drove down to Chicago for the ISNA Education Conference, which is an annual event for our education-oriented family.

While my husband attended lectures and workshops, our children relaxed in the hotel room--indulging in cable TV (which we don't have at home) and fairly nutritious but fun to eat food. And I sat at a table, my books stacked neatly in front of me, meeting and greeting my readers.

It was wonderful. Some were fans of Echoes and Rebounding who anxiously grabbed their copies of Turbulence. Others had never heard of the Echoes Series. I introduced them to Joshua and his family. Most bought Echoes. Some walked away with Rebounding and Turbulence too.

When I write, I sit at my laptop on my corner of the couch--or sometimes my desk--and conjure up stories which I hope my readers will relate to and enjoy. I love actually meeting my readers, especially when they tell me they have enjoyed my stories.

Now I'm waiting to hear from those who began reading the Echoes Series, those who didn't know Joshua Adams until this weekend.

What do you think?

He Said, She Said

I recently read an article about writing dialogue. For some writers, this can be a daunting task.

Dialogue is actually one of my favorite parts of writing. (Description is my weakness.) I love to create a scene, especially a conflict, composed mostly of what my characters say--and what they think but don't say.

Dialogue can develop a character and advance a story. In real life, people don't just usually stand around and talk. They drive, cook, work, check emails, eat while talking. They also use gestures and expressions. They smile, beam, frown, glower, and nod. Some people nod while others may raise their eyebrows. The words are part of the conversation, while an undertone conveys the message.

"I like to run," said Dick.

That's how I first learned dialogue. Let's try that again.

Dick stretched, shaking the tension from his legs. A bead of sweat trickled down his face. He grabbed a towel. "I like to run every morning. You should try it."

I agree with Dick. Try it.

Learned or Innate?

I received my Writers Digest Book Club monthly mailing today. Thirty-one pages of books and software promising to make me a better writer.

The books offered vary widely in range. Some provide step-by-step instructions for writing a novel. Others offer inspiration. Some contain historical or factual details which may be useful. Others address common concerns such as grammar and use of idioms.

I've bought a few books over the last year or so. My favorite is Between the Lines, which includes an in-depth discussion of the subtleties of writing a good novel. I have a few research books, and I've bought some books for two of my sons who are aspiring writers.

I've heard some writers say they never use those books, preferring to write strictly by instinct. I know other writers swear by books, workshops, seminars--anything to help.

So what makes a good writer? Can writing be learned, or is it an innate talent? Could a gifted writer rise above a mediocre education to produce great literature? Could someone with a scientific mind be taught how to write well? What do you think?

I want to write my blog tonight, but the words aren't there. I just came home from 3 1/2 days of traveling. We're taking off again on Friday, insha Allah.

There are times when I'm writing and my character is rendered nearly speechless by something someone has said or done. So I use body language instead. He nods silently. She walks away.

Like they say, actions speak louder than words.

Something Different

This afternoon I was interviewed by a reporter at Bridges TV. It was an enjoyable experience.

Of course, what author doesn't like talking about her creations? We discussed themes and characters, along with a little personal background. The reporter was professional and courteous. It went well.

He expects the program to air in May or June, insha Allah. I'll let you know.

You Can't Win 'Em All

Today I woke up to an email from someone on a writer's site I've joined. He said my books are "boring and cheap."

He's never read my books, and is going only by the brief description I posted on the site. And he's not a literary heavyweight. He's a 15-year old who lives on the other side of the world and aspires to write fantasy. I didn't comment on the work he posted because I'm not really into fantasy. To each his own genre.

So my young critic is not highly qualified to pass judgement--he just know what he likes. And that's fine. He doesn't have a fancy title, but everyone above the age of 14 who reads is qualified, in some sense, to critique my work. And not everyone will like it.

It's tempting to have dreams of changing the world with my words. That's my fantasy. But not everyone will read my books. And not everyone will love them. That's life.

We can't change the wotld--only our own small patches of the universe.

Fact or Fantasy?

Should children be exposed to fairy tales? You know, the ones where the wicked stepmother plots against the beautiful girl or where the lazy young man steals and murders the rightful owner. That's right. The ones many of us grew up with. The ones which have become part of our culture.

The tales are violent, exhibiting the worst in human character. They also teach lessons about jealousy and greed. Sometimes you take the good with the bad.

Or should our children be steered away from fantasy altogether? Should they be exposed to only facts instead? Certainly there is enough in the world to learn.

What about storytelling as a whole? Is it a waste of time or a useful cultural expression? I've heard both viewpoints. And all of these points matter more when we are talking about our children.

Like Cleaning the House Before the Maid Arrives. . .

When I wrote my first novel, I had full confidence in my own ability to edit the manuscript. I pored over the words and phrases, watching for grammatical errors and smoothing my expressions. I was quite proud of myself.

Now I feel embarrassed. My atttitude was typical of the hubris of the beginner. I can do it. I know it all. In reality, I knew much less.

My last three novels have been professionally edited. The editor meticulously checks the grammar, down to the last comma. She also peruses the plot for holes or inconsistencies, and offers valuable hints.

The strange thing is, before I send a manuscript to her I make sure it is as error-free as possible. I become obsessed. I don't want to send her a piece full of holes, even though her job is to plug up the holes--within reason, of course.

I wonder how many other writers edit their works before sending them to the editor.

To Be Concise

Last week I was asked to write a sentence or two in tribute to someone. That simple exercise took me three days.

Before my books are published, I must write a short bio and a synopsis, each with a word count. I dread doing these.

I'm currently working on a novel which runs about 370 pages--before editing and formatting. This is easier for me than to write a short piece with a limited word count.

Some people think that writing a book requires more talent, but I'm in awe of the short story writer.

Getting the Word Out

My books are selling on Amazon at an unprecedented rate. I just checked.

The reason I'm writing is to offer a different perspective and a fresh understanding of Islam in America. I want people to read my books and come away with lasting impressions. As one teenage reader said, reading Rebounding helped her to become a better Muslim.

It would also be nice to write a best seller sometime before I die. But that's not why I write.

Each of us has to do his or her part to spread truth and peace in whatever way possible.

Stressful Writing

I just finished writing an argument. I like writing arguments because I can think of the meanest, most hurtful thing one character could say to another. It's a catharsis.

But it's also stressful. That's why I'm taking a break right now before plunging back into my story.

Finding Isaiah

In Echoes, he was an infant. He barely received mention in Rebounding. Turbulence showed him as a caring, curious--and somewhat rebellious--teen. In Ripples, he takes the spotlight.

I have never had as much trouble with a character as I've had with Isaiah. He's stubborn and sweet, intelligent and immature. I started writing Ripples three times before I could find Isaiah's voice. In one incarnation, he went completely over to the dark side--so to speak. In another he was weak and ineffectual.

I have it now. Isaiah is a young man full of nuances and contradictions.

Aren't we all? (Well, not young necessarily, but you know what I mean!)

Exhilaration

It's nearly 1 a.m. and I barely noticed the time. I'm just now feeling sleepy.

That's writing can do to you.

Looking for a Perfect World

On Monday night I finished another revision of Ripples, the next book in the Echoes Series. I guess that's why I haven't written in my blog since Monday. My routine has been disrupted. The fact is, for the last two nights I've shut my laptop down before realizing that I hadn't blogged. I was tired and decided to leave it for the next day.

In both reading and writing, there's a letdown at the end. I'm about 10 pages away from completing a novel, and that will also be a bit disappointing. For days, I have become involved in the lives of the characters. Soon I will close the book and leave them behind.

I plan to begin another revision of Ripples sometime this weekend--maybe even tomorrow. I used to count the number of revisions. Now I don't. What matters is that the finished product is almost as good as it could be. It will never be perfect. (Ask my publisher how often I've annoyed her by trying to make last minute changes before the book goes to print.)

Which is probably why I haven't read Turbulence yet--not since receiving my copies. I'm afraid of finding a terrible mistake I somehow overlooked. I'll wait for the reactions of my readers before picking it up and going back into that world.

I've heard it said that most artists are perfectionists. I know I am. Though I gave up long ago in my efforts to mold the world into my vision. Raising six boys will do that to you.

The world I live in is not perfect. But I hope to make the world of my characters as close to the ideal as possible.

Conveying Emotions

A few days ago, my 14-year old son came to me for some writing advice. How, he asked, can I make the characters so real that their experiences will affect the reader?

My first piece of advice is the one I share frequently, especially with new writers. Don't worry about the first draft. Just get the story down on paper. After that's done, you can go back and add the finishing touches.

Also, I told him that I empathize with my characters. When I'm writing, their struggles, even their thoughts, become mine. It's hard to draw the line. I imagine their voices. I can picture them. When I'm writing, they are real to me.

And add physical description. In Rebounding I wrote a major fight scene. In order to get the scene written correctly, I silently acted out some of the easier moves--when no one was looking. Later I asked my boys to actually pantomime the fight, which they were eager to do. I needed to see where a right jab would land in order to imagine how much damage would be done, especially if the fight continued over several minutes. Again, I want to emphasize, my boys only pantomimed the scene. No one was hurt.

My biggest challenge, when writing emotion, is finding different ways to convey 'smiling' or 'crying.' I need to be careful that my writing doesn't become redundant. Other body language helps. Though, once, I was writing about an African-American reacting to shocking news and, in my first draft, I said, "She turned white." Later, of course, I changed it--after I had a good laugh at myself.

Emotions are complex, and we want our readers to feel them. I love to hear someone say I made her cry. That means I did my job well.

Satisfaction

Copies of Turbulence showed up at my door today, courtesy of UPS. Alhamdulillah.

I eagerly opened a box and held a copy. I flipped through it, reading passages I became very familiar with when they existed only on my laptop monitor. See your own words in print is a wonderful experience.

I've already related my difficulties in writing Turbulence. I ran up against some real-life difficulties in the two or more years since starting this story. I also encountered a few dilemmas within the story itself.

The first third of the book didn't exist in early versions. I wrote that in later. And still, I knew the story was lacking. The answer came to me, but I tried to ignore it. I didn't like it. Still, it nagged at me and wouldn't leave me alone. Finally I gave in. I adopted a new angle in my story line, going back and editing the text to make it more feasible. The story began to gel. At last.

Turbulence has been my most turbulent writing experience to date. There were times when I thought it would never be published.

Alhamdulillah.

"Nothing New Under the Sun"

I had an interesting discussion with my 17-year old last night. He's an avid reader and an aspiring writer, and he remarked how there seems to be no new plot. He's worried that when he's ready to complete his novel (he started one a couple years ago, but abandoned it), there will be nothing new to say. "Hasn't it all been said before?"

Yes, I believe it has. The love story, and all the possible complications of love. War. Fear. Anger and revenge. Crime stories. Horror stories. Fantasy and even science fiction. The details change, but the basic plot structure has been done countless times before.

His next question was, "Why do people read the same plots then?" My example was the movies he likes. Many of the extra-terrestial movies blend together in my mind, all more similar than different. But he watches them all, and we've purchased several of them. Even if he watches the same movie twenty times, he still finds something to enjoy.

I don't know why this happens, but it does. As it was written over 2500 years ago, there truly is nothing new under the sun.

But that shouldn't discourage us writers. Our challenge is to take an age-old story and tell it with engaging characters and, perhaps, a new twist.

Isn't that what creativity is all about?

Turbulence!

During the week, I frequently check out Amazon. Tonight, when I searched for the "Kolocotronis" page, I had a pleasant surprise. Turbulence is now available.

My publisher, Sr. Widad, has informed me that my copies of Turbulence have shipped and, I assume, they will arrive soon. Two sisters have pre-ordered, and I'm offering them special discounts.

Because of the death of my website administrator, I can't yet upload information on Turbulence to my site. But I hope you will look for Turbulence on the web. In addition to Amazon, you can find the description and cover at www.muslimwriterspublishing.com.

Read the story of Brad Adams. He's a complicated man with a turbulent history few have been aware of, and his journey is only the first step.

And be sure to let me know what you think!

Unexpected

We all know humans are mortal, but we're still shocked and surprised when someone whom we know is taken. Death happens. . .but only to strangers. Right?

Last Saturday, I learned that the webmaster for my writer's website had died unexpectedly. He was around my age, probably younger. Too young to die. Right?

I knew Morey only online. There were weeks when I never thought of him. But his absence is felt by all the writers who depended on him. Now he's often in my thoughts.

Life may be short. . .or shorter. Only Allah knows how long each of us has. And when someone you know dies, even if the relationship is only in cyberspace, you are forced to confront your own mortality.

Many thoughts ran through my mind when I heard. What about Morey's novel, the one he hoped to make into a movie? What about his family and friends? Did I tell him enough about Islam? Why didn't I send the updates for Turbulence earlier so he could have posted them? What should I do now?

We laugh nervously at funerals. We think about the impact on our own lives. And we wonder about death. Often, we're too uncomfortable to speak of it. But we know it's there.

Nobody lives forever. So we'd better do as much as we can while we're able. Right?

The Family Business

I attended my 17-year old's parent-teacher conference today. Several of the teachers remarked on what a gifted writer he is.

He has a distinctive style, often choosing ornate words when something simpler would suffice. But his writing doesn't sound pretentious. It flows. Four of his teachers said they're anxious to see what he's doing in ten years, and they expect him to be well-known.

My 14-year old is also a writer. His genre is horror, and he never passes up an opportunity to compose stories about violent encounters with the natural and the supernatural.

So we have at least three writers in the family, all very different. And my granddaughter is already showing signs through her love of books.

Not all of my children are writers. One strongly dislikes having to write, though he comes out with some very literary expressions sometimes. Another writes short, non-descriptive sentences and paragraphs. Fluid, but not very enthusiastic.

I'm proud of all six of my sons. And it is nice to know that two of them, at least, are interested in following in my footsteps.

Continuing the series

While I wait for my copies of Turbulence to arrive, I'm working on the rest of the series.

Ripples is coming along slowly. Today I didn't write at all. I attended a history conference instead. But the characters are slowly coming together, becoming stronger, and the writing is getting more concise.

During the conference today, I tried listening to a speaker whose lecture I had anticipated. Unfortunately, his voice was so soft I could hear almost nothing he said. Fortunately, he did provide a handout. So I read through the handout and packed it up for future reference.

Then I pulled out my writing notebook and developed an approach I've been considering for Silence, the last book in the series. I managed to write more than a page, and I think it will work. I need to do more research.

When I submitted my first book, Innocent People, to various publishers (ultimately I decided I couldn't wait and self--published) I wondered what I would do during the months it would take for the publishers to get back to me. I decided to immediately start another book, which became Echoes. I need to stay busy. It helps.

I don't write every day, but I can't really stop either.

What about you?

Days of Turbulence

You know how it starts--if you read Rebounding, anyway. A tragedy or a mystery? That's the first question.

And I've told you that the main character in this book is Brad. He's first-born, an accomplished mechanical engineer who has worked his way through the ranks. He has two sons and a wife. They live in Evanston, a suburb of Chicago, in a five-bedroom house with a three-car garage. Success and prosperity mean a great deal to Brad. In fact, they define him.

Until the plane crash. That changes everything.

And that's where I need to stop. Brad's journey is complex, and cannot be summed up in a few sentences. Besides, I don't want to spoil any of the surprises.

Turbulence is ready for you. Are you ready?

Get Ready!

Technically, Turbulence has already been published. The official date of publication was February 9. But, in my own eyes, it's not published until I hold a copy in my hands.

That day is coming soon. Today I sent in my order to the printing company. I should have them in two weeks--possibly less.

Holding my newly-published book can't compare to holding my newborn. But it is a special moment. All those hours. All those pages. All those commas. And writing a book actually takes longer than carrying an unborn child. (It's also much easier on the body!)

Two readers have already contacted me with their orders. Over the next week I'll work to update my website. I'm nearly ready for the new arrival.

And once you read Turbulence, I really want to discuss it with you.

Nearly ready!

The final proof has been approved and Turbulence is now officially ready for the printer.

The writing of this book has been turbulent. It began in a little white house in Worcester, MA. When we moved to Wisconsin, I set aside my writing long enough to pack. And unpack. Soon after we arrived, I began teaching part-time. I lived for the moments before, after, and between classes when I could return to my story.

Not only that. The book which Turbulence has become is much different than the story I started out with. I was on my third or fourth draft when I realized I was leaving out an important point. I tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't go away. As I've said, and as other writers will say, I didn't so much create the story as discover it. When I stepped back and allowed my instincts to take over, the book began to come together.

Turbulence is also special in another way. Back in 2003, I think, I had a very interesting dream. There were many components and it was rich with plots. The dream inspired me to write Echoes--the main character of my dream was Joshua. Echoes flowed into Rebounding and then Turbulence. All three books emerged, in some way, from that single dream.

Now I am making revisions on Ripples. This story is also engaging. But I struggled to begin, to identify my characters, because this is the first book which is not part of that one dream. By the time you read it, I hope it will be every bit as strong and interesting as the others.

But Turbulence is special. In a few weeks you'll be able to read it, and I think you will see what I mean.

Overcoming intimidation

About a week ago, I wrote that I had trouble writing because I was at a difficult scene and didn't have time to adequately deal with it.

I managed to procrastinate all this time. Finally, this morning, I sat down and worked with the scene. It's smoother now, and more powerful.

And I learned that the only impediment to my success was my own fear.

The Problem with Creativity

I received a note from my son's science teacher today. He has A's in every area except homework. That area needs to be worked on. But the teacher noted that he is creative. Very creative.

Which is probably why it's so hard for him to do the homework. Who wants to sit and write out answers when your mind is writing stories. A few minutes ago he finished telling me his plot for one of his books. He has two series planned. (He's ahead of me. After Echoes Series, I can't think of starting another one.) His stories are full of blood and revenge. The plots hold together. I can't wait to read them.

But he doesn't want to do his homework. He refuses to fit into the norms of society. He always has. I did have a talk with him. I showed him the website of a college in Europe which I know he would like to attend. I emphasized that he will have to do well in high school in order to attend this college. (He's in 8th grade now.) I hope that will be a strong enough incentive.

I'm sure his mind will wander, though, when he's supposed to be taking notes or writing down formulas. Just as mine always has. He'll stare at the blackboard while envisioning swords and dragons. And next fall another teacher will tell me he's not doing his homework and he has trouble focusing.

An imagination is a wonderful thing. The problem is trying to keep it reined in.

That's something I'm still trying to learn. As old as I am, it probably doesn't matter anymore.

Can't figure this out

For some reason, my last two posts for this blog have appeared in my other blog, Echoes of Peace. I hope you will check them out.

And I hope to fix this soon. I'll keep working at it.

Not enough sleep

I just wrote today's post for this blog and accidentally uploaded it to a different blog. I need to go to bed earlier. Later I'll correct it.

Remember, getting adequate sleep is important for writers. And other people, too.

Afraid to write (well, kind of, in a manner of speaking)

As I've said, I'm working on revisions for Ripples, the fourth book in the Echoes Series. (I'm waiting for the word on Turbulence. Very, very soon.)

But I have a problem. I'm at the point of revising a major scene. Much emotion. It has to be done just right.

So what am I doing these days? I'm shopping. I'm surfing the internet. I'm watching TV. I'm interacting with my family.

And every day I open my Ripples file. I look at the first few sentences of that scene. I minimize and run off to my next activity. Because I know once I get started on that scene, it will require all of me.

I won't be able to dabble with it. I can't change a few lines before picking up my purse or polish a sentence during the commercial break. It's not that kind of scene.

I'm stuck in limbo. I want to work on my book, but I know I have to deal with that scene. Right now I simply don't have the time or concentration it needs. I won't be able to do it justice. I simply open the file and think about else I need to be doing.

I can't wait until my life becomes a little quieter so I can jump back into Ripples and run with it. Soon, I hope.

I'm not really writing these days (I've said that a lot lately, haven't I?). But I am enjoying myself. And when I do get back to it, I will be so ready no one will be able to stop me.

I hope.

Don't give up

When I was in high school, I wrote many short stories. And one novel. None has been published. I did make a few hesitant attempts to publish one or two of my short stories. But I didn't really think it would happen. And it didn't.

It took me over 30 years to try again. When i did, I decided not to accept rejection or defeat. It's still a long, hard road somedays. Trying to get my books noticed. Searching for the marketing approach which could catapult me into the national spotlight. Wishing and dreaming. Sometimes planning.

Two days ago I was walking through the bookstore, determined not to leave until I found the perfect book to buy with my 15% off coupon (talk about marketing!). I chose many. Some I thunbed through. It took me nearly 90 minutes to decide. Partly because I wasn't satisfied with the quality of many of the books I browsed.

My mother tells me I can write well. And various other friends and relatives. But I needed that validation. I can write as well as others whose books grab the attention of major publishers and end up on the shelves of large chain bookstores.

If they can do it, I think I can too. Some write much better than I do, but all it takes is practice and determination. I think I can. . .I think I can. . .I think I can.

No best-selling author was born that way. Each had to work for recognition. And so will I.

(Although, actually, that's just a fringe benefit. I write because I must.)

Reading and Writing

I don't normally read another novel while I'm working on one of my own, but I recently made an exception. I started the book weeks ago, and recently returned to it and became hooked on the characters.

The book is The Kite Runner. It's been on my reading list for quite a while--I bought it about a year ago. I'm glad I finally took the time to read it.

The main characters were well developed and the story was gripping as it linked the lives of the characters with events in Afghanistan over the last 30 years. The conflict was real and the ending was satisfying. I won't say anything more, for those of you who may not have read it yet. I do recommend this book.

Writers are also readers. I don't remember a time in my life when I didn't love books. My mother began taking me to the library when I was a toddler. In grade school, my best friend and I spent our time together by reading. My husband, and sons, complain sometimes about the number of books in our house. Especially when we have to move. I feel a certain excitement when beginning a new story, and a certain let down when I finish it.

In recent years, I've begun reading much more critically. I note what the author did well, and silently criticize him or her when I feel I could have done better. When reading a mystery, I read the first 20 or 30 pages and then skip to the ending. After I know the solution to the mystery, I continue reading to see how the writer arrived at the conclusion.

Reading is not only enjoyable, it's an integral part of what it means to be a writer. And I would advise any young writer to read as much as possible. Words are our tools, and we learn by studying the craftsmanship of others.

Not in the mood

I haven't kept up with my blogs this week. And I don't have a good reason for that. My health is greatly improved. I have plenty of time. It's only that I haven't felt much like writing this week.

Which is okay, once in a while. If I make a habit of it, I will be in serious trouble. But sometimes writers need breaks from the written word.

I have made some progress on my newest novel, even writing in important revisions. But I've covered only a handful of pages. Still, it is progress.

And that's what's really important. Moving ahead, sometimes plodding, occasionally pausing for a break--but never giving up.

It's been said that many have books they could write. But the writers are those of us who stick with it. Sometimes racing to the climax. Sometimes making unimpressive gains. Always writing.

Or at least thinking about it.

Show and Tell

This topic is discussed often in writers' circles, and I have probably addressed it before. But it bears repeating because it is crucial to good writing.

I am in the process of revising Ripples, the fourth books. (BTW, Turbulence will be out in a matter of weeks, insha Allah.) In my early drafts, I told. The important thing was to get the story down and I didn't take time to work with the details. In my current and later revisions, I need to pay more attention.

For instance, in one passage I simply said, "Uncle Brad is irritated." Then I went on with another part of the story.

Uncle Brad is irritated. How can you tell? What did he say? What did he do? How did you react? All these are essential.

So I'm enjoying myself these days by filling in the gaps. Showing is so much more fun than telling. I love to write a good argument. (It's a great stress reliever.)

Don't just tell your readers that Mary is sad or the building is beautiful. Show them. Describe it to them. They want to see it too.

Getting new ideas

I didn't write again today. For the first time in over a month I felt normal. So I pursued one of my favorite pastimes. Going grocery shopping. I could explain, but that's not the purpose of this blog.

Just because I wasn't sitting at my laptop doesn't mean I wasn't working on my writing. I observed. Sometimes, if I'm in a very good observational mood, I will watch others--discreetly, of course--and imagine the spaces in their lives. The woman at the check out counter. Does she have children? A husband? How was her childhood? What clues can I gain from her mannerisms, her communication, and even the way she dresses?

What about the woman strolling the aisles of the health food store with her husband? Why were they there? Did either one have a major health concern? Were they looking at the juices because they like juice or because it helps with health concerns?

And what about the lone clerk in the bookstore? Was he counting the hours until the end of his shift, or did he enjoy his job as much as he appeared to? What does he do when he's not at work? What does he read?

This all sounds very nosy, I know. But I wonder. Even when I watch the other cars on the road, I wonder where they're going. And why.

And when I write, I fill in the blanks. I develop composite characters from the people I've met or come across, assigning them emotions, backgrounds, and preferences.

Other times I watch people to find those who look most like my characters. But that's another topic.