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Time to Fold That Security Blanket!

Thursday, May 13th, 2010

Do you have a security blanket?

What's YOUR Security Blanket...

My daughters both had them as babies. Their “B’s” we called them—shiny, pink, and silky on one side, the other, soft, and velvety. Every day, they dragged them around the house. Every night, they snuggled them in.

One time, on our way to San Diego, we discovered we’d left my oldest daughter’s “B” at home—she hadn’t noticed yet, but it was only a matter of time. I distracted her with games of peekaboo until we reached the nearest Target, which had one left in stock. The “clean B” as it was dubbed, served as a logical substitute. We realized at that point that it didn’t matter if it was THE “B” as long as it looked familiar. That was enough.

Therefore, when DD#2 was born, she was given her own “B”—this one with raised velvety dots, and the silky side. DD#2 had “Bumpy B” and nothing works for her better than her own. We bought three.

Even still, when they get sick, or a bad owie, nothing can soothe away the tears so much as the “B.”

But they don’t need them anymore. Not really.

I’ve been home with them for months, writing, parenting, and cleaning out closets, drawers, trunks, and so on. While doing so, I stumbled across my trunk of forgotten yellow notepads, type written pages, and early story starts. This was my proving ground. Where I pounded out every cliché in the book, worked out predictable plots, and hokey characters. I practiced story, dialog, setting, narrative, each one drowning in backstory, and breaking pretty near every rule in the book.

They’re my security blanket.

There might be smidgens of salvageable story in there somewhere. But, probably not. Will I ever get rid of them? No. Probably not.

My husband doesn’t understand, but that doesn’t really matter. They don’t take up much room, all neatly stacked, in the trunk under my printer where my now MUCH more polished manuscripts jet out on a fairly regular basis.

They’re proof of my path. And, my safety net if the stories dry up.

Do you have a security blanket?

A manuscript that you lovingly rework?

Even more, are you willing to step away from that tired, cliché, reworked to death story, and break new ground?

~Ashley

Going Social

Friday, April 23rd, 2010

My daughters are playdate junkies.

And, I’ve discovered, I’m a playdate junkie as well.

Phew.

I actually feel better for just having said that. With the ridiculous amount of rain Southern California has had lately, we’ve spent a GREAT deal of time inside. We’ve completed any number of crafts, made paper, strung beads, created paper collages, and baked decadent desserts. And that was the first month of the new year. On the blissfully beautiful day, we’ve made the playhouse into a wild forest with cuttings from the palm trees and birds of paradise.

Now, I’m an active member in our chapter of the Mom’s Club–and this means the girls’ social calendar has gone through the roof. We’re never short somewhere to play, someone to play with. Yes, there’s a standing date every other week, but in between times we have friends lined up to share afternoons with–and it’s both exciting and EXHAUSTING.

It makes me pause, thinking of how much time I spend online, chatting on Twitter, discussing things in Blog communities or on FaceBook vs. in the real world.

Before I published my first novel, FaceBook was something other people did. Twitter seemed a ridiculous waste of time. And blogs? Who had time to read them?

Now, I am in the mode of carefully blending my Friend and Family base with my Fans. FANS. FaceBook actually JUST changed this to people who LIKE you or what you do–less self aggrandizing, which I suppose is a good thing.

Twenty *gulp* years ago, when I first took a stab at completing a novel (my genre-hopping-time-travel-romance-adventure-historical-fiction masterpiece that sits in my desk drawer–And will STAY there) I used to laugh, saying I chose to be an author because I didn’t want to be famous.

Now, I’m reading articles that authors need to treat themselves like celebrities. We see it, with our rock star friends Roxanne St. Claire, Tessa Dare, and MANY others. They’re out there, making things happen. Chatting, and disseminating their wisdom with newbie authors.

Perhaps the playdates we go on are our proving grounds. Chatting with people we know and love about our stories, getting our feet wet before stepping into the great unknown of Social Networking for Authors. MamaWriters is also instrumental for helping us not forget the real reasons we’re doing this.

For our kids.

I even saw DD#1 point to my shelf of books upstairs in the office, telling her friends (over on playdate) that those are her college fund. Out of the mouths of babes…

With that in mind, what’s the best piece of advice YOU’VE been given about Going Social to market yourself, your brand, or your books?

Categories : Ashley Ludwig, Marketing
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Constructive Criticism –How to Reap Results from Group Critique

Friday, March 26th, 2010

This morning I’m late–it was a matter of either get the Kindergartner dressed for “Miss Match” day, or make my post.

Sorry Mamas. But, I know you understand!

Anyway, I got her dressed and ready. Polkadot mismatched knee-socks, striped shorts, checked top, funky hair bows, and mismatched, sequin shoes. She smiles a mile wide and says, “PERFECT! I don’t match AT ALL!” Here she is:

Miss Matchy!

Miss Matchy!

How amazing, that striving for imperfection made her day. Made me also think about criticism. Our inner critics as we race out the door in “mom-wear” – hat pulled down, sunglasses, and sweats – to get our kids to school or play-dates on time! And how much time we take ironing out our manuscripts before we get them ready for print.

So, take a moment and read through this post by my fellow critique partner, friend, and new Mama Author, Beverly Nault – as she dishes on Constructive Criticism, and how to handle a solid critique:

Reaping Results from the Group Critique – by Beverly Nault

Think of your critique group as a greenhouse. Whether infant or mature, each PLANT requires pruning and fertilizing, just like a story, article or scene. Follow these guidelines for an abundant HARVEST worthy of today’s market.

When you submit for critique:

Have Patience – only unwanted mushrooms grow overnight. Be ready to learn, it takes a discerning eye to identify weeds in the money crop. Even mature writers can learn a thing or two.

Listen – Babbling about your hours in the field wastes valuable time. Save chit-chat and seed swapping for later.

Accept advice and input. You waste everyone’s time if you don’t intend to glean wisdom.

Never argue, explain, or apologize. Let me explain. Briefly introduce the context, but if you defend or argue, you could have stayed home and read the ‘script to the chickens. Apologizing means you didn’t spend enough time checking for typos, errors, or other problems.

Take it all in. Some input you should take with a grain of salt, some you might take to heart. Consider all feedback, maybe your co-author has a point. Friends and family members, sometimes even busy editors, may not offer the honest perspective fellow authors will.

Now, grab your hoe, um, pen, and take a turn in someone else’s garden to prepare for the HARVEST. Here’s how to cultivate:

HELP by beginning with a positive comment about at least one, preferably several things, in the submission. Your remarks may inspire the author to develop a special technique or style. Also, you wouldn’t dump a truck load of fertilizer on a seedling, so try to measure out advice appropriate for each member’s readiness.

Agree and move on. If you concur with another’s remarks, say so, but keep it simple. For example; “I agree with Farmer Joe that dandelion patch needs work. Now about these boll weevils.”

Resist rewriting. Your style is different from everyone else’s, don’t try to clone. You should, however, suggest alternatives to clumsy or clichéd smaller sections. Also, resist asking questions; receivers should listen, not expound.

Value concept and content. It’s not just a good idea, it’s the law–freedom of speech, right? If the work is for a specific market, you can identify something that’s possibly offensive or that might alienate, but what others grow, er, write, is not your concern.

Explain only (and briefly) if you’re an expert or professional. Maybe you know more about the rare blooming titan arum than the average Jane and the piece mentions a second annual bloom. Gasp! Authors rely on valuable resources, and we should check each other’s facts and information whenever possible. That being said…

Stay focused. Following rabbit trails consumes precious time.

Thank other authors for presenting their precious cuttings and encourage them to return with another scene or revision for the next session. Nurture, nurture, nurture.

By sharing our own and reviewing each other’s creations, we gain knowledge, skill and the courage to plant seeds for a fruitful harvest. That rare titan arum? It only blooms once a year. When it does, it smells like rotting fish. Eww. No stinkers here please.

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Back to the Books!

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

Last November, some of you may be aware, I stopped working outside the home and became a full time MamaWriter. At that time, both invigorated and terrified, I decided my kids  would become my “job.” In a way and with a vigor not held since my littlest was in diapers, I became super mom. Involved in everything. In control of, um, well, nothing.

Seems my kids missed their daycare. They missed their friends. They missed free play and running around like wild banshees. My reins were too tight. My supervision too strict. Suddenly, I was in a Mama Quandary. What do I do, now? Where did I go wrong?

Sometimes writing feels this way. You develop a plot, plan your characters, give them problems, help them sort them out. If you have trouble, you reach for books like “The Flip Dictionary,” “Hooked!,” “Plot & Structure,” or “Revision & Self Editing.”  You track your characters and scenes with your WIP Notebook until you know their world better than your own. Ultimately, you work with your characters until we all reach our happily ever after! or you shelve them. They become a stack of pages or files on a computer, rarely to be touched again.

And then, there’s real life.

Each Happily  Ever After bedtime ends with a new beginning the next day. Motherhood is a 24/7 job with no pay and little reward, I decided.  I became sullen, gloomy, opted for house beautiful even if the kids would rather play together than with me. THIS one was a fun decision. One room would be sparkling, then the kids would be drawn to the shining floor, the organized toys, as if I’d provided manna from Heaven. Soon, the order would become chaos, and it would all begin again.

I couldn’t win.

So, what do I do with writing when things go sideways? I research. I hit the books. One bright sunshiny day, when my youngest was darting from me, making mama lose her top in public, as was her newest 4yo game, I turned to a friend who is also a child psychologist. What do you recommend for a mama who’s at her wits end?

Turns out, she had a book. Parenting with Love and Logic.

Here are the basic principles:

  • Show empathy and love when your kids make bad decisions that affect THEIR Life.
  • Redirect anger, never level punishment in the heat of the moment
  • Offer choices that ultimately help your child make better life decisions
  • When the choices they make are “not great,” let them experience the consequences so they can learn from their own mistakes

And can I tell you how it’s changed my life? Okay, it’s changed me, which in turn is evolving our relationship… my 4yo, DD#2, responds better to choices that love and logic parenting offers. She now asks if she can run and play instead of running pell-mell away from me. She also tests the new limits I’m giving her, daily.

While I don’t want to be the mama that looks like she’s about to tear out all of her hair, I would LOVE it if my children were perfect in all circumstances. But I’m not raising automatons, nor am I expecting things to be smooth sailing every day of my life.  So, each day I hit the books, remind myself to remind myself to breath, and think about how much I love them while they are pitching fits and making irrational demands. Love, followed by logic, as we all make our way through our happily ever after! Wish me luck and I’d LOVE to hear your best parenting and/or writing tools!

Of Little Girls and Ladybugs…

Monday, February 15th, 2010

Hey, ladies!

It’s President’s day – which means EVERYONE is home!

So, here’s a story from a few years ago right after I’d sold my first novel, when the trailer was new (to us!) and life took on a whole new dimension.

This year, we are planning our spring around trips, soccer, gymnastics, school, my oldest daughter’s 6th birthday party which has grown of its own volition, and a million other things that I had barely thought of back then.

I’m still figuring out how to fit writing, editing, and plotting time in around our busy schedule. In the mean time, life is good – the ladybugs are still flying, crawling up grassy leaves, and making “little ladybugs.” And I find endless discovery in my daughters’ vivid imagination.

So, no matter where you are, Happy Early Spring! and enjoy this little peek into our past as we step into the next season together…

My sister gave us a “new” used hybrid trailer for Christmas – that means, it has a 17′ long body, and pop out beds to 23′. We’re planning on putting it to good use this summer, having already braved a trip in February – when we discovered the heater didn’t work (BRRRRR). All freshly fixed up and serviced, we just spent a lovely getaway to the lake over the weekend. Perry fished to his heart’s content (though I think I heard the fish laughing… we didn’t see ANYONE catch ANYTHING all weekend.)

The girls and I collected ladybugs and butterflies and played on a hidden beach.We had a picnic under an enormous oak tree on a field of grass. Flew a kite. Connected the dots with the stars, and woke up with the birdies. Idyllic? well, we were camping in a pop-out trailer. I did my best this time not to envy all of the lovlely, shiny new 5th wheels and Class Cs that were parked all around. Class As didn’t even bother to try camping where we were parked… So, social envy was curtailed in that arena.

We still love Lake Skinner – the best place close by, thus far, for a cheap weekend getaway – with no computer, no work, no bad days… Let’s just say, we returned home with far less beer (and stress) than we hauled out with us. The girls are tan and happy, with some bandaid scars to share with their friends today at school. We spent last night finding many more places in and around SoCal to wander in our little tiny trailer. Can’t wait to see where we take it next!

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