tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718155907942962362024-03-13T14:22:38.644-07:00Lit from WoeLike a Space Gandalf, but with words.AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-39088833454359364622012-09-29T09:44:00.000-07:002012-09-29T15:00:08.543-07:00My Best Week: Not the Books, but the ReadersMy Best Week number TWO!<br />
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What do you know—it's about books. I'm liking this trend.<br />
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So LAST last week there was a glut of fantastic YA book events in DC, starting with Libba Bray's Politics and Prose event for the release of <a href="http://www.politics-prose.com/book/9780316126113" target="_blank">THE DIVINERS</a>…<br />
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…and continuing through the weekend's <a href="http://www.loc.gov/bookfest/" target="_blank">National Book Festival</a> on the mall with <a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/childrens/childrens-industry-news/article/54129-children-s-books-at-the-2012-national-book-festival-a-photo-essay.html" target="_blank">JOHN GREEN and LOIS LOWRY and MAGGIE STIEFVATER (and a dozen others)</a>.<br />
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I don't bring my camera to these things; I apologize.<br />
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But really, pictures aren't the point! The point is, I had the opportunity to listen to intelligent, witty authors whose work I admire, in the company of intelligent, witty FYA@DC book club friends (and on Sunday, a long-abroad, just-moved-to-DC, dear teen-hood friend).<br />
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Not to mention, I got to see Nerdfighteria nuclear-grade meltdowns at the mere APPEARANCE of John Green*. Not since I saw BSB in their hey-day have I seen so many teen-girl-tears—although this time the tears weren't, thank goodness, <i>mine</i>.<br />
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Despite John Green's nerdstar status, however, the highlight of my NBF experience has to be watching this pattern unfold in the teen tent on Saturday, in the questions&comments period following each author's talk:<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Commenter 2 (to Lois Lowry, author of the award winning hard-hitters THE GIVER and NUMBER THE STARS, venerable and beloved by many, etc. etc.): The experience of reading your books, and the heart you put into them, and…[voice breaks with emotion]…I just wanted to thank you <i>so much</i>…</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Commenter 3 (to Maggie Stiefvater, current YA star and author of many beloved books, including the very moving Printz honor winner, THE SCORPIO RACES): I…[pause]…</span></blockquote>
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Maggie Stiefvater, ladies and gentlemen. Classic.<br />
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Annnnd then we all went for pizza. FYA girls, not Maggie (we wish).<br />
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And there's My Best Week, numero dos! See you allllll later.<br />
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** though I will hasten to point out, while abrupt, this was not mocking or negative—whatever the commenter WAS doing (I couldn't see over there), Maggie's response broke the ice in a GOOD way. I promise.</div>
AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-10510768693431367012012-09-20T08:26:00.000-07:002012-09-20T08:26:02.213-07:00Ghosting…erm, GUESTING at The Adventures of Cecilia BedeliaMe writing words for blogs, TWICE in one week? Clutch your pearls, folks!<br />
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It's all steampunk all the time at <a href="http://ceceliabedelia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Adventures of Cecelia Bedelia</a> this week, and I have a <a href="http://ceceliabedelia.blogspot.com/2012/09/steampunk-anthology-of-fantastically.html" target="_blank">guest post</a> up today, in which I wax erratic (and maybe MAYBE a bit poetic) on the inimitable talents of Kelly Link and Libba Bray and the beauty of writing genre stories in which the genre is incidental.<br />
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It's fall. <i>L'automne.</i> No more heinous heat and humidity. No more tornado…oh, what? There's a tornado watch over DC/MD today? …Oh.<br />
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Well. No more heinous heat and humidity, at least. And look! Here I am! With a shiny new blog feature I think I really can keep up with!<br />
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I'm calling it the very imprecise-yet-snappy <b>MY BEST WEEK</b>, and the idea is, when a week or so has gone by since my last post, I'll come back to tell all about the best thing that I was in some way a part of in the seven-ish days prior.<br />
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Today I have TWO things, because I am an over-achiever.<br />
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<b>Best Thing 1:</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.illtumblrforya.com/" target="_blank">PITCH PERFECT</a> screening with <a href="http://foreveryoungadult.com/2012/03/12/the-time-sara-zarr-came-to-my-living-room-and-talked-about-cameron-quick/" target="_blank">FYA@DC</a> book club friends last Wednesday, graciously set up by the lovely ladies at <a href="http://foreveryoungadult.com/2012/09/07/prepare-to-get-pitch-slapped/" target="_blank">Forever Young Adult</a>.<br />
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Guys. Guys. GUYS. PITCH PERFECT is so.very.crazy.good. SO GOOD. And SURPRISING, which is always the best part of a good funny story. Surprisingly good singing/vocal arrangements; surprising cameos; surprising abstention from formulaic plot points. Surprising…erm, projections. (I'll let those moments themselves spoil you when you OBVIOUSLY EVENTUALLY SEE IT)<br />
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Thank you again, ye goddesses at FYA HQ, for showering big book club cities with PITCH PERFECT screening love.<br />
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And you're welcome, Universal Pictures, for ALL OF THE MONEY I will be spending to see the movie again and again and again once it's released for real.<br />
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So I read a lot of middle grade, and love a lot of middle grade, and recognize the technical wizardry of a lot of middle grade, but I forget how easy it is to forget what it's like to be ten and find the perfect book that just worms its way into your brain from page one and is THE BEST THING EVER.<br />
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I've been feeding one of my fifth grade tutoring students lists of potential "fun" books she might like to pick up whenever she finishes with THE PHANTOM TOLLBOOTH, and even though it wasn't even released when I first told her about it, and therefore couldn't offer an informed opinion of any sort, this bright, off-the-walls energetic ten-year-old girl was figuratively DYING to get her hands on a copy of Ellis Weiner's <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12630577-the-templeton-twins-have-an-idea" target="_blank">THE TEMPLETON TWINS HAVE AN IDEA</a>:<br />
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Holy BELLS did Weiner and Chronicle Books hit the nail square in the middle with this one. Every paragraph, every irritated narratorial aside, every satiric beat of the questions for review at the end of the four not-actually-prologue Prologues…perfect. My student was literally rolling off her chair laughing.<br />
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It was incredible. I mean, INCREDIBLE. I have all these dreams about kids getting their hands on wonderful books and really GETTING them and LOVING them, but it's been so long since I've seen it first hand, I'd forgotten how viscerally moving it is.<br />
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So I left my (library!) copy with her. I mean, even if she loves it to destruction (which I think she is far too excited about taking care of it to do), I'm willing to pay the replacement fees to engender that kind of enthusiasm for reading.<br />
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So. There it is. Entry one in <b>MY BEST WEEK</b>.<br />
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See you all for the next one.AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-76852126955480245492012-07-11T12:38:00.000-07:002012-07-20T19:19:49.238-07:00A Road Trip Wednesday! A return! A (Whitman) reference!<a href="http://www.yahighway.com/2012/07/road-trip-wednesday-138-movie-book.html" target="_blank">This! Week's! RTW! Topic!</a><br />
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I am on tenterhooks, here, waiting to see what everyone else comes up with. Because, while the drive behind this question SHOULD be inherently positive—let's congratulate Hollywood on something awesome, people!—the answer that popped immediately into my head had less to do with Hollywood's rare good work than it did with source material that I found so abysmally abysmal that I basically threw it into the dusty corner of a rarely attended study abroad office in Moscow and never looked back.<br />
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The hilarity, folks, of following up on my "haters gonna hate" call to kindness after SEVEN MONTHS of radio silence with an RTW post on a book I couldn't run fast enough away from, I hated it so much…well, it's not lost on me. Not one bit. Especially given the pedigree of the book in question.<br />
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Do I contradict myself? Very well, then: I contradict myself. Blah blah large, blah blah multitudes. And a big round of applause for good ol' Walt.<br />
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Anyhow, the book/film pair I'm talking about here is <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/818478.Stardust" target="_blank">Neil Gaiman's</a> <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0486655/" target="_blank">STARDUST</a>.<br />
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And the fact that anyone could see through the dull dull dullness that was the <i>entire story</i> in the book to any kind of golden kernel that might even be turned into a passable film, well. To say I was "impressed" would be putting it mildly.<br />
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And here's the thing: I love almost EVERYTHING Neil Gaiman writes! Really, really love it. He's all <span style="color: purple;">clever</span> and <span style="color: purple;">chatty</span> and <span style="color: purple;">thorough</span> and <span style="color: purple;">odd</span>. But his STARDUST was just so FLAT, with characters that seemed hardly to speak to one another at all, let alone enough to constitute a burgeoning affection and eternal love—I just could NOT get into it. Rather, I did the opposite of get into it, whatever that might be.<br />
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Look: I'm absolutely willing to entertain the idea that I was somehow standing in my own way with this one. I'd seen the film first, at a random outdoor mall on the highway LITERALLY on my way from my home in Wyoming to the airport in Denver, where I was getting on the plane to go to Russia for half a year.<br />
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Obviously I didn't just walk out of the theater loving it, but also having formed an abnormal attachment to it as the nucleus of the final home-y experience I'd have for months. And then I bought the paperback at a bigboxbookstore to have on the plane, hoping, I guess, for a way to <i>продолжать</i>, to draw out the original experience. And we all know how THOSE plans typically go.<br />
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But look, too: I'm a good reader. I know what I like and what I don't and I can usually pinpoint exactly why. And I did NOT like the book.<br />
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But I love love love the film. So, Hollywood? Thanks a million. And, you know what, thanks Neil Gaiman, for writing a book that better people than me could see the cinematic promise in.<br />
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As for all you Gaiman-fans, don't hate me.<br />
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No accounting for taste, right?<br />
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<br />AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-31459659243042123862012-01-09T15:19:00.000-08:002012-01-09T15:20:35.206-08:00From an optimist, a bit of negativity. Followed by optimism.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Negativity—especially of the churlish variety—is not my scene. After a brilliant <i>eureka</i> moment in my early undergraduate life, I put away the majority of my haughty, ironic, suspicious-of-optimism, Judgy McJudgerson teenage legacy and moved on to a much happier existence. The idea of <a href="http://www.wired.com/underwire/2011/06/bronies-my-little-ponys/" target="_blank">Bronies</a> (which I just read about today) tickles my heart; the sheer joy and exuberance exploding from <a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/311178/late-night-with-jimmy-fallon-password-part-1#s-p24-sr-i1" target="_blank">Jimmy Fallon</a> at every turn on his late late show is my bread and butter.<br />
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Not for its cynicism did I spend six years studying Russian lit, nor do I inhabit the young adult and kidlit world in order to have a ready supply of lesser-than things to make fun of. Rather, I did both for the wit and humanism and fantastic use of language so often employed therein. Sincerity and optimism, that's my game.<br />
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So you can understand why I have mixed emotions taking time to write about a series of things I've come across thus far in 2012 that, well, I am feeling really negative and judgy about. Even though—or maybe especially because—the negativity comes from a place of optimism. But these things are so tied to what I hold near and dear to my heart that, well, I just want to say <i>something</i>. So I will say my something, and then I will move on. And we will make Mondays days of love and sincerity from here on out.<br />
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CASE THE FIRST<br />
The first thing that rankled me I saw last week, and was the <a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/blogs/pageviews/2012/01/against-walter-dean-myers-and-the-dumbing-down-of-literature-those-kids-can-read-h" target="_blank">bizarrely visceral lit-snob reaction</a> to the <a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/Books/chapter-and-verse/2012/0103/Walter-Dean-Myers-chosen-as-new-YA-literature-ambassador" target="_blank">appointment of Walter Dean Myers as National Ambassador for Young People's Literature</a>. I didn't take the editorial very seriously—I think it was intentionally incendiary (and willfully self-serving), and anyone even a bit clever can understand that the argument doesn't even correspond with the meaning of the actual appointment (an ambassador is not a laureate, or an instructor, or a mirror, for example).<br />
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However, I do dislike it when anyone claims that <b>a) literature's only goal is to elevate</b>, and <b>b) that "to entertain, to problematize, or to instruct" cannot simultaneously elevate</b>. I am not claiming that all —hell, I'm not even claiming that literature's only goal <i>should</i> be to elevate. But I do think that anytime a person chooses to read something for their own edification, they are doing themselves a service. <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2011/dec/30/humans-hardwired-read-books" target="_blank">All exercises in reading are transformative</a>:<br />
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…so even if Myers' work is "insipid" (which, whatever. Opinions are opinions.), the act of reading his work can do good just as well as Homer (or any number of increasingly ill-judged bawdy Old English bits) can. Either/or paradigms are harmful, especially if the result is keeping kids from actively engaging, on their own time, with literature, whatever that may be.<br />
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In any case, the guy is zany, which comes a dime a dozen, and Myers is still the one with the prestigious appointment, so, again, whatever. Also, I recognize that cultural snobbery is the Achilles Heel that brings out my cynicism. Okay. Water under the bridge.<br />
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However, today I came across two more things, in quick succession, that bit at me, and a series of three is always stronger, so. Here we are.<br />
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CASE THE SECOND<br />
TEDtalks! Why are you doing me wrong?<br />
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For some reason, an economist got on stage to talk about his suspicion of stories. Yes, <b>stories</b>. That video is sixteen long minutes of your life, and I don't necessarily recommend anyone watch it, but there it is for those interested.<br />
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The takeaway is, humankind's tendency to frame everything—memories, lives, advertising—into stories is somehow…reductive? Constricting? Bad? Honestly, I'm a clever person, able to read literary criticism in Russian, but I could barely follow his argument. It was very…personal, I think. And yes, maybe I was feeling a bit ornery, my very avocation being called to task, but. Please.<br />
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Stories are used because framing the chaos and mess (which Cowen wants us to instead embrace, yet somehow not try to frame for better understanding) is how we make sense of life, how we can find meaning and move forward from the things that happen to us. I can understand the desire to be suspicious of stories people tell when selling something—obviously. Sales is a game, and you should always look outside the pitch's box. But just being human and telling stories? Being suspicious of that just promises exhaustion.<br />
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CASE THE THIRD<br />
Being (and using) <i>awesome</i>.<br />
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This was highlighted in today's Shelf Talker, and it totally caught me off-guard. A bookselling dude in California has made it his mission to cull the word "awesome" from everyday English, citing its ubiquity and utter lack of real meaning as a source of physical pain.<br />
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I am all for linguistic flexibility and creative oral latitude, but MAN OH MAN can you be a bigger Grinch? Hating people who use and believe in the word awesome is like hating puppies for tugging on each other's ears. Nerdfighteria's DFTBA mantra is the precise opposite of a cliché, and the precise example of people loving language and creativity and intelligence to BE BETTER. Or, as Tottenham would hate to hear it, <b>more awesome</b>.<br />
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This guy is a bookseller. I don't even. I hope he learns to spend more of his time enjoying things.<br />
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<b>ANYWAY</b><br />
There ends my wind of negativity. I just didn't like seeing 2012 get off to such a cynical start. Because 2012 is going to be a year of AWESOME. STORIES. And optimism.<br />
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You know how I know? Because today, right after being bombarded by cases the second and the third, I opened a birthday package from a dear college friend, and found THIS:<br />
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Yes, that IS Minnesota running at you with HUGS.<br />
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So. 2012. Be awesome. Tell stories. Hug people. Be optimistic.<br />
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GO.AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-46976200071951278762011-12-28T15:18:00.000-08:002011-12-28T15:18:55.160-08:00RTW: Best of the Best of the Best of 2011 (aka, Look! A Post!)No preamble here, let's just jump in: <a href="http://www.yahighway.com/2011/12/road-trip-wednesday-111-best-books-of.html" target="_blank">YA Highway's Road Trip Wednesday</a>, number <b>111</b> AND the last of <b>'11</b>. Coincidence? Well, yes. But let's revel anyhow.<br />
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This week's topic is the <b><span style="color: #990000;">top five books of 2011</span></b>. But "of" is so vague, and I read so very much throughout the year, that I am going to go ahead with two lists: one of books <i>released</i> in 2011, and one of books I read this year, but were published earlier.<br />
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So in no order, with <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/4446801-alexis" target="_blank">my Goodreads</a> reviews (if I wrote one):<br />
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° <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10858437-the-scorpio-races" target="_blank">The Scorpio Races</a></i>, by Maggie Stifevater—specifically, the audiobook version.<br />
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° <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9378297-anna-dressed-in-blood" target="_blank">Anna Dressed in Blood</a></i>, by Kendare Blake.<br />
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<span style="background-color: clear; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">So, first, the cover. When I first saw this cover reveal earlier this year, I was impressed and thoroughly spooked out. When I finally got it in my hot little hands, I was even happier with it. When I turned the last page of the book, all I could think was, I wish there was more blood. So book two? Please bring me more blood front and center. Thank you. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: clear; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">I loved this book. I loved this book to bits and pieces and shreds. I loved Anna; I loved Thunder Bay; I loved the improbable addition of Queen Bee Carmel to the ghostfighting squad. I loved the freshness of the writing, which was clear and honest, and filled with enough unexpected turns of phrase and thought that I burst out laughing repeatedly (in the best way). The violence and gore, too, was pitch perfect—not gratuitous, always interesting, always moving the story forward in the best, most gruesome, way. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: clear; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">And Cas. I adored Cas. That he rationalizes his interest in Anna as being kind of perfect, even if it is more than a bit wrong, is realistic (well, as far as ghosts go); that he can't think about how the relationship would play out after five or ten years is even more so. He was just mature and pragmatic enough to make the effects of his job seem real, while at the same time jussssst enough self-focused and shortsighted to be a believable teenager. </span><br />
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° <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9578331-don-t-stop-now" target="_blank">Don't Stop Now</a></i>, by Julie Halpern.<br />
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° <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8428195-entwined" target="_blank">Entwined</a></i>, by Heather Dixon.<br />
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<span style="background-color: clear; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">A sweet, charming thing of a story, with a HUGE cast of equally charming, fully-fleshed out, dear characters. And such a great, tense series of action scenes at the end! Love those sisters; so much spunk. This is the kind of book that belongs on a self, to be read and reread and reread.</span></blockquote>
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° <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8590718-the-fitzosbornes-in-exile" target="_blank">The FitzOsbornes in Exile</a></i>, by Michelle Cooper.<br />
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<b>Published earlier, read in 2011:</b><br />
° <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2741766-how-to-say-goodbye-in-robot" target="_blank"><i>How to Say Goodbye in Robot</i>,</a> by Nat Standiford.<br />
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° <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6909544-birthmarked" target="_blank">Birthmarked</a></i>, by Caragh M. O'Brien.<br />
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° <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6482837-before-i-fall" target="_blank">Before I Fall</a></i>, by Lauren Oliver.<br />
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° <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2964700-mastiff" target="_blank">Mastiff</a></i>, and the end of Tamora Pierce's <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13829.Terrier" target="_blank">Beka</a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/153779.Bloodhound" target="_blank">Cooper</a></i> series.<br />
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<b>And one many years old, but that I read this year and adored and have taken to carrying around in my purse everywhere:</b><br />
° The <i>Morgan Rawlinson</i> series by Maryrose Wood (<i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/459700.Why_I_Let_My_Hair_Grow_Out" target="_blank">Why I Let My Hair Grow Out</a>; <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3065773-how-i-found-the-perfect-dress" target="_blank">How I Found the Perfect Dress</a>;</i> and<i> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6401056-what-i-wore-to-save-the-world" target="_blank">What I Wore to Save the World</a></i>)<br />
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Good grief that was hard. I read more this year even than I realized. I feel terrible leaving off some other titles (<i>Shade</i> and <i>Shine</i>, for pete's sake! <i>Girl of Fire and Thorns</i>!) but these really were my absolute favorites.<br />
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Okay, 2012. I'm ready for you.<br />
<br />AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-10845461759129525932011-11-25T20:17:00.001-08:002011-11-25T20:28:11.431-08:00Thankful Kinetic Thursday, and an RTW…LateI know I abandoned the scary stuff reviews; I've all but abandoned the blog. But, as yesterday was Thanksgiving (so, obviously, Thursday), and as the most recent <a href="http://www.yahighway.com/2011/11/road-trip-wednesday-106-thank-you.html">Road Trip Wednesday</a> over at YAHighway was about what we're thankful for as writers, I thought I'd drop two birds with this little ditty:<br />
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I am—I hope—just reaching the end of this phase. Because, between you and me, and in the most humble way possible, I have <i>fantastic</i> taste. I mean, I really <i>get</i> stuff. But getting this first manuscript where I want it to be is taking more than awhile. And while I love it, I am also sick. to. death. of it. I am so ready for the Next Big Idea (it's there; it's waiting; it's great). But I want this book to make it through the early phase. </div>
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<br />AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-14017791945915392162011-10-05T11:17:00.000-07:002012-07-20T19:20:40.575-07:00RTW: Changing the Bloodlight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over at <a href="http://www.yahighway.com/2011/10/road-trip-wednesday-99-make-ron-star.html">YAHighway</a>, this week's Road Trip Wednesday prompt is <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;">What supporting character from a YA book would you most like to see star in their own novel?</span></b><br />
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And since I am devoting October to scary reads, my first thought was resident Queen Bee <b>Carmel Jones</b>, from <a href="http://litfromwoe.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-blood-please.html">ANNA DRESSED IN BLOOD</a>.<br />
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What I liked most about Carmel was exactly what Cas does: <b>she's smart</b>. She's smart and put-together and fiercely determined to do the right thing, even if the right thing means confronting, with absolutely none of the requisite skills, a murderous ghost in order to give some peace to the memory of her jackass ex-boyfriend.<br />
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Seeing the story from her point of view—or another, different, ghost hunting story, since [SPOILER] she makes it through book one—would be fascinating.<br />
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* <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">that image being as artsy a bee as I could get the internet to give me. I don't abide sexy animal costumes, but I think Carmel would know just how to rock this to maintain her position.</span>AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-24380258664510713242011-10-02T21:19:00.000-07:002012-07-20T19:20:29.487-07:00MORE BLOOD. Please.<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9378297-anna-dressed-in-blood" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Anna Dressed in Blood" border="0" height="200" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1317067642m/9378297.jpg" width="137" /></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9378297-anna-dressed-in-blood">Anna Dressed in Blood</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4086715.Kendare_Blake">Kendare Blake</a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">"I'm staring up at Anna's House again. The logical part of my brain tells me that it's just a house. That it's what's inside that makes it horrifying, that makes it dangerous, that it can't possibly be tilting toward me like it's hunting me through the overgrowth of weeds. It can't possibly be trying to jerk free of its foundation and swallow me whole. But that's what it looks like it's doing." (ch. 10)</span><br />
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So, first: the cover. When I first saw this cover reveal earlier this year, I was impressed and thoroughly spooked out. When I finally got it in my hot little hands, I was even happier with it. When I turned the last page of the book, all I could think was, I wish there was more blood. So book two? Please bring me more blood front and center. Thank you.<br />
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I loved this book. I loved this book to bits and pieces and shreds. I loved Anna; I loved Thunder Bay; I loved the improbable addition of Queen Bee Carmel to the ghostfighting squad. I loved the freshness of the writing, which was clear and honest, and filled with enough unexpected turns of phrase and thought that I burst out laughing repeatedly (in the best way). The violence and gore, too, was pitch perfect—not gratuitous, always interesting, always moving the story forward in the best, most gruesome, way.<br />
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And Cas. I adored Cas. That he rationalizes his interest in Anna as being kind of perfect, even if it is more than a bit wrong, is realistic (well, as far as ghosts go); that he can't think about how the relationship would play out after five or ten years is even more so. He was just mature and pragmatic enough to make the effects of his job seem real, while at the same time jussssst enough self-focused and shortsighted to be a believable teenager.<br />
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The story, too, was strong and well-paced, and ended up feeling like a very satisfying television miniseries rather than a fleshed out single episode. It was comfortable territory, coming in as a rabid fan of Supernatural, but the similarities served as a framework, a safety blanket, rather than as a reminder of a different mythology rehashed.<br />
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Also: can we talk about the deep maroon font? Bloody (pun intended) fantastic.<br />
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The sequel can't come soon enough. But, you know, with more blood.<br />
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<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/4446801-alexis">View all my reviews</a>AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-13715568227899809082011-10-02T20:26:00.000-07:002011-10-02T21:26:48.708-07:00It's October! Let's review some scary sh*t.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/aGakxDyjwzc?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
Look: I never thought this would be me. I was always that girl literally welling up with tears of fright at the intimation of the realness of ghosts. I was that toddler who, before I should have had the logical capacity for such a construction, paused in the middle of a game played in my Grandma's basement to peer around the dark corners beyond the room, and to tell my uncle, "I'm not scared now, but I think I will be soon."<br />
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So, yeah. I never thought I would be the one curling up in the dark, happily watching the Winchester boys get thrown from here to hell and back in darker and darker ways; I never thought I would put an album like <a href="http://www.myspace.com/deadmansbones/music/songs/my-body-s-a-zombie-for-you-55303367">Dead Man's Bones</a>—complete with children's choir and eerie clapping—on loop every day, every October, even IF Ryan Gosling is the mastermind; I never thought I'd be devouring, and easily, spooktastic books like ANNA DRESSED IN BLOOD and THE REPLACEMENT, books which give heft to the fears of the dark I grew up with.<br />
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But apparently that <i>is</i> me. So, in honor of my bloody, mercurial heart, and in anticipation of Neil Gaiman's <a href="http://www.allhallowsread.com/">All Hallow's Read</a>, let's do October right. I haven't used this blog for reviews before, but this month that is the name of the game: Creepy, spooky, chilling reviews.AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-21549690248568004352011-10-01T12:57:00.000-07:002012-07-20T19:20:13.455-07:00Maybe the Cover WANTS to Be Judged (Or, Reading out of Context)<div style="text-align: left;">
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Last week, on NPR's Monkey See blog, Linda Holmes began a discussion about the value of watching films out of context; that is, without the social and emotional coding that goes along with knowing something about the director, about the actors, about the production or genre or story.<br />
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This is, as she rightly points out, a very rare circumstance to find yourself in these days, in this country, where what is mainstream and domestic is almost always familiar, and what is indie or foreign is specially curated and marketed.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e5e5e5; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">It's good now and then, though, to see something where, <em>for you</em>, there's absolutely no coding in it at all. Obviously, the marketing of a movie often sends unmistakable signals about where it's going and who the good and bad guys are before you ever get there. A story of a good and a bad brother, for instance, will tell you who's who in the commercials. Even if you don't get it from the commercials, there's a decent chance you'll get it from the casting. You'll get it from the way the two are shot from the opening sequence forward. You'll get it from the score.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e5e5e5; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">When you don't know <em>anything</em> – what tradition the film is in, what its genre is, how it would be marketed, or who the target audience is – not only do you see <em>that</em> film differently, but you see <em>other</em> films differently, too. The lack of signals is palpable and initially unsettling because the experience is so rare, but like any negative space, it draws a kind of attention to itself.</span></div>
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However, to find a book that lacks coding, <i>for you</i>, is not nearly so difficult—at least for the general public. Going to the library, where shelves are loaded not according to inventory and best-seller lists and sales goals, with recent titles rubbing covers with those years, decades, more old, offers the average reader the opportunity to pick up books almost in a vacuum. It looks good, check it out; it doesn't, put it back.<br />
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As a writer, though—and as a member of the thrumming online book community—this becomes much more difficult. I think the last book I picked up just because it looked interesting, even though I hadn't heard a thing about it, was Mike Wilks' <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6450020-mirrorscape">MIRRORSCAPE</a>, and that was over a year ago.<br />
Since, my entire TBR list has consisted of titles I've read up on on Goodreads, or on blogs, or heard about from other writer friends.<br />
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These are titles I need to read to stay current in my category or genre, or to stay current with cultural literacy (though, please, no Franzen for this girl). I have three library memberships, one for digital titles (thanks, Oregon, for still letting me play), one for paper books (thanks, Dad, for letting me cling to your account), and one to keep me tethered to home (thanks, Wyoming, for being the best library system ever), and all of them have hold lists that I couldn't manage to finish by Christmas—without taking into account books I buy.<br />
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So context, for me, has become everything. I found a book in Fort Collins' <a href="http://www.oldfirehousebooks.com/">Old Firehouse Books</a> a couple weeks back—Scarlett Thomas' <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6748428-our-tragic-universe">OUR TRAGIC UNIVERSE</a>—that looked like just the kind of thing you'd want on your shelf, and it was only $8, but I couldn't bring myself to buy it because I didn't know anything about it. Well, that, and I'm an unemployed recent graduate student with loans.<br />
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But that has haunted me, that decision. I am independent-minded! I am my own person! I am…well, under-funded and wary of spending money almost anywhere, but. I buy books! Why in the <i>world</i> couldn't I bear to buy this book—with its black-edged pages, its shiny, metallic cover, its odd, long proportions—out of context?<br />
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I should know well enough to embrace that negative space, that lack of coding, and find value in it. I SHOULD KNOW BETTER.<br />
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So that is my middle of the year, forget ceremony and pomp and champagne, real and true resolution: to get back to reading out of context. To pull books from the shelf I know nothing about, authors I know nothing about.<br />
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And thanks for all the fish, internet.AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-46576030627706390412011-09-03T18:37:00.000-07:002011-09-03T18:37:17.290-07:00But SeriouslyYou want to talk inspiration?<br />
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THIS:<br />
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I mean, right?<br />
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This is our property on Casper Mountain, in Wyoming. IN JULY. People, Wyoming is that green like, once a year. One single day. In MAY. But July?<br />
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Leaving this behind for the East Coast, even knowing we will always own it and can forever return, was hard.<br />
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Luckily, I have my WIP. Which is like all *makes wobbly hand motions* THAT, all the time. In my head.<br />
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Also, this (Black Dub's Tiny Desk Concert at NPR, which I may have already posted, but COME ON):<br />
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What's in all yours?AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-32254399548341348632011-08-24T14:17:00.000-07:002012-07-20T19:19:01.695-07:00RTW: Writer's Block as Decision Fatigue, or How to Build a Better Bulldozer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week's <a href="http://www.yahighway.com/2011/08/road-trip-wednesday-93-writers-block.html">Road Trip Wednesday</a> prompt is the very open-ended<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
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b) I don't really know how I got there, except for just saying to my brain, "welp, time to move on."</blockquote>
But then I was reading that <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/21/magazine/do-you-suffer-from-decision-fatigue.html?pagewanted=1&_r=3">fascinating article in the NYT about decision fatigue</a>, and it occurred to me, that is EXACTLY what writer's block is. Because what is writing, if not a series of decision after decision after decision?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"> The more choices you make throughout the day, the harder each one becomes for your brain, and e<b>ventually it looks for shortcuts</b>, usually in either of two very different ways. One shortcut is to become reckless: to act impulsively instead of expending the energy to first think through the consequences. (Sure, tweet that photo! What could go wrong?) <b>The other shortcut is the ultimate energy saver: do nothing. Instead of agonizing over decisions, avoid any choice.</b></span></blockquote>
So yes. We're not <i>real-life</i> judges choosing which prisoners get paroled or don't, but we are doing the same things for our characters, our worlds, our words. I mean, last night it took me a good five minutes to get from this:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did she believe her now<b>,</b> <b>now</b> that this hungover Brandi had been forced out by the petite blonde?</span></blockquote>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did she believe her now<b>,</b> <b>now</b> that this hungover Brandi had <b>evidently</b> been forced out by the petite blonde?</span></blockquote>
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Tiny changes, and ones that today I'm not even sure I approve of. Which makes sense, since they were the last things I managed to accomplish before I had to give in to exhaustion and sleep, or risk feeling too overwhelmed by minutiae to go on (the second, full-stop, side-effect of decision fatigue). And that's not even considering the larger, major structural changes I was trying to work through before nit-picking that last page.</div>
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<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/21/magazine/do-you-suffer-from-decision-fatigue.html?pagewanted=5&_r=3">…EATING!</a> </div>
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Glucose, specifically, and while I could make a joke about all that <a href="http://www.benjerry.com/bonnaroobuzz/">Bonnaroo Buzz</a> I've been into lately, or about the average writer's penchant for chocolate anything*, the real advice being given by the scientists is to Just. Eat. Better. All the time. More proteins, more whole foods with natural glucose (thank goodness for peach season). </div>
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So how else do you <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">build yourself a better bulldozer?</span> </b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Good decision making is not a trait of the person, in the sense that it’s always there,” Baumeister says. “It’s a state that fluctuates.” <b>His studies show that people with the best self-control are the ones who structure their lives so as to conserve willpower.</b> They don’t schedule endless back-to-back meetings. They avoid temptations like all-you-can-eat buffets, and <b>they establish habits that eliminate the mental effort of making choices.</b> Instead of deciding every morning whether or not to force themselves to exercise, they set up regular appointments to work out with a friend. Instead of counting on willpower to remain robust all day, they conserve it so that it’s available for emergencies and important decisions.</span></blockquote>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So how do we apply this to writer's block? Because writers don't want to just avoid bad decision making (that surly troll can always be cut out of—or added back INTO—the scene later), but that other wall hit by the mentally fatigued, the one where it's easier to make NO decision than risk a bad one. I'd imagine something reasonable and familiar-sounding, like</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">• <b>establishing a writing schedule, and sticking to it no matter what </b>(even better if you have a motivation buddy/crit partner to commit to something similar with you).</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">• <b>writing as early in the day as possible</b>, and making sure not to write on an empty stomach if you can't get to it until later in the day.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">• <b>make a habit/schedule of as many other things in your life as possible</b>, to avoid having to add those decisions to your plate on a daily basis. Make a grocery list you will STICK to before shopping; make a meal plan for the week, so you don't stress about it three times a day; embrace the romanticism of chance by just reading the first book on your TBR pile instead of digging through each day and mulling, by just letting Netflix send you whatever's next instead of obsessing over what you might feel like watching in two days, even by ordering library books for hold instead of wandering the aisles aimlessly for an hour (although the joy of finding a gem in the stacks shouldn't be avoided always—maybe just when a deadline is looming). I am sure there are plenty of other things that can be turned into habit to free up mental decision-making energy, but that's at least a start.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As with anything simple, this won't be easy. Not for me, anyway. But I think thinking about writer's block in terms of decision fatigue, and trying to solve it with approaches used FOR decision fatigue, is something that I can embrace.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now fingers crossed it works…</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*my own ambivalence towards chocolate, I realize—along with the fact I couldn't feel the earthquake in MD yesterday, and watched a driveways full of shaking cars thinking, "huh, wonder why that huge gust of wind missed me"—makes me seem something other than human. I'm just going to go with Superhuman, call myself that. That sounds better (than crazy, I mean).</span></span></span></div>
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<br />AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-30307187231792550352011-08-17T14:25:00.000-07:002011-08-17T15:18:31.293-07:00RTW: Inspired SpacesLet's not even talk about the month+ I've been away. Let's not even talk about it.<br />
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<a href="http://www.yahighway.com/2011/08/road-trip-wednesday-92-real-life.html">Road Trip Wednesday</a>! Let's talk about that. In an effort to be THE MOST BROAD EVER, this week's prompt is <b>What is the most inspiring setting you've ever visited in real life?</b><br />
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Broad is good. I can do broad.<br />
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However. I am from Wyoming. I mean, talk about inspiring settings:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's Devil's Gate. I live near it. No biggie.</td></tr>
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So I do feel a bit biased. And to be honest, it is THAT setting—open spaces, big sky, epic wild epicness—that really has inspired the majority of my writing.<br />
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That said, Swiss Day in the Alps was a thing of legend:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">TIIIIINY bonfires burning on distant ridges. JUST LIKE THE BEACON FIRES IN ROHAN.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Because the moon didn't think things were dramatic enough…</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THIS.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">COME ON—<b>THIS</b>. Right?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>What do you know? I'm feeling inspired ALREADY.<br />
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Alright, WIP. Let's get cracking.<br />
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AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-58228788401878080282011-07-11T08:28:00.000-07:002012-07-20T19:18:17.897-07:00Edible Snitch is ZeitgeistContinuing my theme of too-busy-to-write-thoughtfully, there is now THIS:<br />
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Right?</div>AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-86078066267985914482011-07-07T15:50:00.000-07:002011-07-07T15:50:11.190-07:00Kinetic Thursdays: Russian, so EnglishI have been MIA like whoa for almost a month, most of which has been time spent:<br />
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a) revising my thesis and/or abstract<br />
b) graduating<br />
c) nitpicking my thesis and/or abstract<br />
d) packing my entire life for storage<br />
e) nitpicking my thesis and/or abstract<br />
f) schlepping my life into storage<br />
g) watching maybe all of Supernatural in one extended marathon (which, as an aside, is maybe the worst show to watch concurrent to putting one's life into storage and transitioning to an existence without a fixed address and no concrete plans for the future... I mean, infinite road trip freelancing and drinking beer? I WANT THAT, and this show is making it look far too valid)<br />
h) moving out of Eugene<br />
i) working on a freelance Russian translation of a 1916 opera singer's travel journal<br />
j) helping my dad finish packing my parents' life from the Wyoming house to move to Maryland<br />
k) NITPICKING MY DANG THESIS<br />
l)...still helping in the Wyoming house. Apparently we had hardwood floors all these years AND NEVER KNEW<br />
m) more Russian translation<br />
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So, yeah. Writing and critting and blogging have all taken a back seat. But since I am immersed in Russian (and misogyny! the old philanderer...) today, I thought I'd swing my return to kinetic typography the other way and put up this lovely series from OpenUniversity, THE HISTORY OF ENGLISH IN TEN MINUTES:<br />
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I found this originally on <a href="http://bookshelvesofdoom.blogs.com/bookshelves_of_doom/2011/07/the-history-of-english.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+typepad%2Fbookshelves_of_doom+%28bookshelves+of+doom%29">bookshelves of doom</a>, and it was the kickstart I needed to get back on this blog before gathering dust choked all vitality away. It's a little different from the other pieces I've posted, in that the narration is elucidated by related pictures and dates, and not just reproduced word for word, but it is just as effective.<br />
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Anyway, give me another week, and I'll have a childhood home and a Russian journal finally behind me (and, one would hope, any further revisions the dang thesis editor might demand), and I'll be back in the YA heap – writing, reading, blogging, you'll have it all AND MORE.<br />
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Did I mention the no fixed address, no concrete job plans part?<br />
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Because yeah.AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-17781543338020611422011-06-15T01:05:00.000-07:002011-06-15T12:52:03.232-07:00RTW: Guess This Dystopian Pitch(<i>updated: the link is also at the end, but the answers can be found <a href="http://litfromwoe.blogspot.com/2011/06/rtw-guess-this-pitch-revealed.html">here</a>)</i><br />
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Love a puzzle. Love slapstick. Love reversal-filled, ambiguous conversations. So getting you guys to guess some of my favorite books by my own abstruse elevator pitches? On. It.<br />
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Okay, okay. So this isn't quite about puzzles and slapstick, but I saw "blurb" and thought "pitch," and from "pitch" went straight to Abbott and Costello:<br />
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<div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Costello: Look, You gotta pitcher on this team?</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Abbott: Sure.</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Costello: The pitcher's name?</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Abbott: Tomorrow.</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Costello: You don't want to tell me today?</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Abbott: I'm telling you now.</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Costello: Then go ahead.</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Abbott: Tomorrow!</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Costello: What time?</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Abbott: What time what?</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Costello: What time tomorrow are you gonna tell me who's pitching?</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Abbott: Now listen. Who is not pitching.</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Costello: I'll break your arm, you say who's on first! I want to know what's the pitcher's name?</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Abbott: What's on second.</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Costello: I don't know.</span></b></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Abbott & Costello Together: Third base!</span></b></span></div></blockquote>This pretty much informs half the dialogue between my MC and The Boy. Those scenes just <i>fly</i>.<br />
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But that isn't this week's topic. So. On to the pitches! I am going to give you two, one from my current YA pile, and one from my Russian exam pile. You'll see why in a moment.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Pitch The First</span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Okay, so there's this Society – and this is some unknown time in the future – where human social interaction has been turned into a science and all activity is measured and prescribed based on scientific calculations, including what once would have been called romantic pairings. The Society's solution to love is a mandatory operation that leaves people patient and unexcitable. The main character narrates a several month period in this Society after a new romantic interest comes into the picture, one who has not been assigned by the Society and who introduces to the very scientific, rule-abiding protagonist an unfettered, freer way of living life – a way that includes passion, love and an anarchic underground group that is out to antagonize the Society. </span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Pitch the Second</span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">Okay, so there's this Society – and this is some unknown time in the future – where human social interaction has been turned into a science and all activity is measured and prescribed based on scientific calculations, including what once would have been called romantic pairings. The Society's solution to love is a mandatory operation that leaves people patient and unexcitable. The main character narrates the changes that occur after the idea of love is made less abhorrent by a new romantic interest, whose presence in the story forces the main character to question the very basis of the "science" that Society uses to keep love at bay. The romantic interest also has connections to an anarchic underground group that is out to antagonize the Society.</span><br />
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Yes, I made those pretty dang ambiguous.<br />
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Intentionally.<br />
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But to help you guys figured this out, here are two SPECIFIC details, one that matches to each, that make these books more distinct in an elevator pitch: one of them involves <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">a planned spaceship project</span>,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> a glass wall between the Society and the wild</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">and all the characters are named not with names, but with a combination of a letter and three numbers</span>; the other one involves <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">a rewriting of history and mythology to support the idea of love as the root disease of all human ills</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">cities bounded by guarded walls to keep the wild out</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">and characters named after prostitute "saints."</span><br />
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So. Guesses?<br />
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Answers – and videos! including a dance interpretation! – are in <a href="http://litfromwoe.blogspot.com/2011/06/rtw-guess-this-pitch-revealed.html">this backdated post</a>.<br />
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Happy Wednesday, all!AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-91514265757026440782011-06-13T00:29:00.000-07:002011-06-15T01:10:03.060-07:00RTW: Guess This Pitch REVEALEDOh, dystopians. How we humans love you.<br />
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So! The first book Tomorrow* off-the-cuff pitched was...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1287860960l/530787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1287860960l/530787.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/530787.We">WE<i>, by Evgeny Zamyatin</i></a></div><br />
The official blurb from the Mirra Ginsburg translation (trust her):<br />
<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><i>In the One State of the Great Benefactor, individuals have been replaced by numbers and passions subdued. But when the chief architect of the spaceship "Integral," known as D-503, has a chance meeting with the beautiful I-330, he stumbles upon an unexpected discovery that threatens all he believes about himself and the One State.</i></span></blockquote>And, as promised, a modern dance interpretation (which is very cool):<br />
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And the second book was...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1298079937l/7686667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1298079937l/7686667.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7686667-delirium">DELIRIUM, <i>by Lauren Oliver</i>.</a></div><br />
And that official blurb:<br />
<blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Before scientists found the cure, people thought love was a good thing. They didn’t understand that once love -- the deliria -- blooms in your blood, there is no escaping its hold. Things are different now. Scientists are able to eradicate love, and the governments demands that all citizens receive the cure upon turning eighteen. Lena Holoway has always looked forward to the day when she’ll be cured. A life without love is a life without pain: safe, measured, predictable, and happy. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">But with ninety-five days left until her treatment, Lena does the unthinkable: She falls in love.</span></i></blockquote>No modern dance interpretations that I could find for that one on quick review. But I am sure they will come with time.<br />
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So the takeaway from all this?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">1) Russian literature is on its sh*t.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">2) Dystopians are forever.</span></b></div><br />
Now all you YA folk: go read WE!AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-63148818789793633342011-06-11T01:18:00.000-07:002011-06-11T01:18:28.517-07:00Kinetic (Saturdays): [dot dot dot]ting a trollOn the heels of the <a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052702303657404576357622592697038.html?mod=wsj_share_twitter">bananacakes WSJ business about too much darkness in modern YA</a> literature and its <a href="http://www.yahighway.com/2011/06/field-trip-friday-special-edition-wsj.html">subsequent fallout in the YA community and beyond</a>, it seems like an apropos time to trot out this little gem of a kinetic typography video. Not because it's about darkness or YA literature, but because it so cleverly converses with culture of internet comments.<br />
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Happily, all of what I read regarding the WSJ article was considered and well-written – although I will admit that I consciously ignored most of the in-site comments to any of the articles in question, so I am sure my view has some skew. All the same, the vehemence with which the internet rose up in response to this issue is a good reminder (for those of us who might forget) of the sheer number of <i>individuals</i> out there in the world. AND THEY ALL HAVE OPINIONS.<br />
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Some are more reasonable than others.<br />
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Some, conversely, are so unreasonable that they fall in the "I couldn't make this up if I tried" category. And we creative types have field days with those.<br />
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This video falls under the second category. The author of this text, a dear soul going by the moniker Axman13, took umbrage with pretty much every aspect of a Newgrounds game called <i><a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/495903">Super PSTW Action RPG</a>, </i>and in 2010 brought his complaints to the comment boards. What resulted was so heinously, patently bad that one of the voice actors for the game dramatized the rant, and a designer added the kinetic typography text. And the rant became golden.<br />
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So this immediately makes me think of two things.<br />
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First is the Stephen Fry speech which I posted for the <a href="http://litfromwoe.blogspot.com/2011/05/kinetic-thursdays-beginning.html">inaugural Kinetic Thursday</a>, in which he rallies against verbal snobbery, chides those "semi-educated losers" who go around sharpieing missing apostrophes onto signs and writing letters to grocery stores about "less" and "fewer," shakes his head at the idea that all that haughtiness is done for the sake of clarity. This last argument, Fry claims, "almost never holds water."<br />
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"I think," he continues, "what offends examiners and employers when confronted with extremely informal, unpunctuated and haywire language is the implication of NOT CARING that underlies it." And yet, Axman13 (and all the commenters to WSJ kershnuffle) obviously cares. He <i>obviously</i> cares. Cares beyond the point of "right" or "wrong" language. And his point is made! I might wince and sigh and judge at all the "resons" and "pepoles" and "blaaaaaaaam!s" used, but I still <i>get what he means</i>.<br />
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Proper language is wonderful, and often necessary for many kinds of clarity, but Not. Always. Communication is much more forgiving than we usage sticklers and spelling queens would like to admit.<br />
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The second thing I think of is how integrative our contemporary creative culture is, and how lucky we are for it. Just as Axman13 gave an actor and a designer the opportunity to create something bigger than the component parts on hand, the WSJ article kicked a snowball downhill that gave tens of dozens of authors a fantastic platform from which to make thoughtful, useful counterpoints. It gave a forum for tweeters – readers, writers, publishing industry folk, librarians, teens and former teens – to weave into visibility a previously invisible web of what YA literature means (#YAsaves, in particular). It created a fascinating, mostly supportive intellectual and academic dialogue in a very immediate and very public sphere.<br />
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And if that isn't what communication is really about…<br />
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Anyway, Axman13 "liked" the video.<br />
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Maybe Gurdon will end up "liking" the dialogue her odd editorial engendered, too.AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-13820272879595326912011-06-02T22:25:00.000-07:002011-06-02T22:25:00.127-07:00Kinetic Thursdays (er, Fridays): Weak and Weary...of grading, that is.<br />
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I have determined that there should be a contract in undergrad courses that your final paper will not be graded if you attend less than 90% of the lectures. It's unbearable that the professor (or GTF) should have to do the work grading the paper of a student who won't do the work to show up to class.<br />
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*glares at un-dwindling pile of essays on her floor*<br />
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So, that mood established, let's go old-school with this week's kinetic typography video*:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="267" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/12033607?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://vimeo.com/12033607">The Raven Typography Animation</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/mattpopay">Matthew Popay</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</div><br />
Lovely.<br />
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Now someone bring me wine for the rest of these dang essays.<br />
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*(for an intro to this new thing I am trying to institute, go <a href="http://litfromwoe.blogspot.com/2011/05/kinetic-thursdays-beginning.html">here</a>)AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-90007849996780126612011-05-30T14:19:00.000-07:002012-07-20T19:16:31.694-07:00Have a little banjo with that drive (or, Why I Love Audiobooks)I am not traveling anywhere today. Memorial Day in Eugene, the day before my thesis needs to be spot-on and uploaded to the ProQuest site, is exactly like any other Monday. Except that the gym is closed, and I don't have to go to my GTF job. So really it's more like any other weekend.<br />
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I used to lead a more interesting life, I promise. And after graduation, I will again.<br />
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In any case, driving is pretty much my favorite thing. I went to college thirteen hours from where I grew up, and that un-bending, un-rising, un-sinking stretch across ALL OF SOUTH DAKOTA was something that soothed rather than irritated me. It is also where I developed my love of audiobooks, with the fantastic <a href="http://www.audible.com/pd/ref=sr_1_1?asin=B002V8LI0U&qid=1306789374&sr=1-1">Lenny Henry performance of Neil Gaiman's ANANSI BOYS</a>. That book's all London and the Caribbean and godly dreamscapes, but for me, it's also Wall Drug and the Mitchell Corn Palace and that one awesome red barn with three windowed wedding-cake attics.<br />
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Audiobooks are good whenever, but there is something kind of phenomenal about listening to a whole performance in one unbroken go, watching the world roll back under your tires. Now I sometimes wish I had somewhere to drive just so I could listen to a good audiobook. I loved WILL GRAYSON, WILL GRAYSON, but I bet it would have been even more amazing accompanying a trip through the Columbia River Gorge and the mountain passes of eastern Oregon and northern Utah.<br />
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That said, there's a lot going for that other road trip staple: awkward musical interludes.<br />
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So, for those of you who DID spend today traveling (or those of you who, like me, are not but wish you were) and filled your time with either a fantastic audiobook or a good conversation with friends and family and therefore missed out on craaaaaazy musical antics, please enjoy Chris Traeger rocking out to un-sexy banjo music in this Parks and Rec clip:<br />
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Because I am pretty sure we all would rather be in that car than any other.AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-62861759707498975292011-05-26T06:00:00.000-07:002011-05-25T20:06:32.356-07:00Kinetic Thursdays: Terence McKenna - Reclaim Your MindSo I am trying to give myself a weekly thing to do (that isn't RTW, fulfilling as participating in that is), and am doing so in the form of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinetic_typography">kinetic typography</a> videos that have some bearing on reading, writing, publishing, creative thought, or just things that flat out inspire.<br />
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<a href="http://bookshelvesofdoom.blogs.com/bookshelves_of_doom/2011/05/read-it-and-weep-smart-bitches-team-up-to-answer-this-question.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+typepad%2Fbookshelves_of_doom+%28bookshelves+of+doom%29">Bookshelves of doom</a> posted one (well, a more pictorial than verbal one) on Wednesday, a stick figure illustration of a Read it and Weep/Smart Bitches discussion of the romance genre elements of Twilight. I'm going to go in for something a little more philosophical today, with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terence_McKenna">Terence McKenna's</a> call to arms to <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">CREATE</span></b> rather than <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">CONSUME</span></b>.<br />
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Which is what we writers do on a daily basis: create create create.<br />
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On the other hand, we also (especially in YA, I think) aim to <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">READ</span></b> the world, and to contain it and portray it and embellish and embrace and display it in the stories we create. There is a fine line in this strain of judgment, as people who move from consumer to creator end up <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">BECOMING</span></b>, to a degree, the very kinds of cultural engineers that McKenna rallies against.<br />
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Because that is the other thing we writers do: we strive to shape the world, and get others to come along for the ride.<br />
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(Warning: some NSFW language within.)<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/12187489?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://vimeo.com/12187489">Terence McKenna - Reclaim your mind</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/azzurevision">Olivier Ferland</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not claiming any one view is more valid than another, but I think it is a really fascinating debate to consider – where does creativity aim, if consumption is the enemy?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thoughts?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-17878712011324915402011-05-25T15:27:00.000-07:002011-05-25T19:40:40.495-07:00On InspirationRTW! Someday I will write posts <i>outside</i> of the blog carnival. Someday.<br />
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Writing is equal parts words and story, and with no hesitation, I can say that the reason I write has to do with words. I mean, I love a story, am fascinated by clever plotting and complex characterization, but at the end of the day, I write (and have spent my life learning other languages) because I love words.<br />
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And I love words because of my family.<br />
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My parents started me on vocab lessons early on. I feel like I learned to talk at a surprisingly young age, but memories are warped little things, so who knows. I do know that I was an early reader, and a voracious one. But my voracity really stemmed from a desire to feel new words rattle around my brain and roll their way over my tongue, which is pretty much what I love most about writing now.<br />
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By the time I had started school, I had also begun what has become a lifelong tradition of sitting with my dad and racing to solve the newspaper's Jumble puzzle in our heads. By the time I was ten, I was a regular player of Upwords with him and his mother whenever we would visit (the only game ever played in that household). By the time I was twelve, I was forbidden the use of the dictionary. They never held back on me, and trouncing happened equally on all fronts.<br />
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My mother's family plays pretty much any game <i>but</i> Upwords, with an equal lack of going-easy on younger players, and we all tell stories throughout. Between the two of sides of the family, my brain has pretty much adopted words as the be all and end all of creative production.<br />
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To be honest, this has turned me into a difficult word-gamer to play against casually. Sort of ruined my college hopes with that background.<br />
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But it bolstered my writing. As did my parent's high expectations for my written schoolwork, and my mother's constant badgering not to be lazy, which is turn led to my love for a harsh critique, and a keen, dauntless eye in editing anything (my critique partners know well what I mean with that). Add to that my uncle's MFA, my mother's and my aunt's and my father's arts careers, and my brother's ability to spin anything into a story (okay, THAT is where the storytelling talent in our family fell – he once seriously convinced me five times with five different stories in one conversation that he had bought a new car. Which he hadn't.), I'm surprised I didn't get serious about my writing sooner.<br />
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So inspiration? Love Brian Jacques, love Vladimir Nabokov, love Michael Chabon and Kelly Link.<br />
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But I adore my family.<br />
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Thanks, guys.AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-47216736955256546502011-05-19T06:30:00.000-07:002011-05-19T06:30:02.772-07:00Kinetic Thursdays: A beginningSo kinetic typography is a thing I am kind of obsessed with. As such, I've decided to make them a regular focus on Thursdays. I'll be starting with videos others have made, hopefully that have something to do with writing and language and reading, but the plan is to eventually move into making my own kinetic typography videos, based on YA/MG lit, the publishing industry, querying, agent advice, author/blogger/writer interviews, etc.<br />
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We'll see if I can pull it off.<br />
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In the meantime, let's start with this one: <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Stephen Fry, on pedants and language.</span></b> Apt for me at this moment in my life, when grading and judging students' written language skills is one of my top priorities, right there alongside inventing language for my own purposes in my personal writing projects. Pedantry is good thing to rally against, all things considering, and this is a lovely example of kinetic typography at the same time.<br />
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Enjoy!AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-671815590794296236.post-50367794760511450562011-05-17T23:41:00.000-07:002012-07-20T19:14:02.433-07:00A Good Day to DieOr, <i>Things That Happened in the Last Twenty-four Hours.</i><br />
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1) ...gave a poorly planned "guest lecture" in my adviser's Prison/Siberian Lit class, that mostly consisted of my sitting in a desk and pretending to be an expert on Shukshin's Siberian "oddball" character.<br />
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2) ...unintentionally finished the first two seasons of the BBC's ROBIN HOOD, which meant embracing pure cheese, cringing through the sheriff's screeching awfulness, getting pumped up by the title music, and COMPLETELY FALLING FOR Marian and Robin's love story.*<br />
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3) ...successfully defended my master's thesis, which resulted in me *actually* proving my ability to be an expert on Shuksin's oddballs <i>and so much more</i>.<br />
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Yes, <b>The Thesis</b>. It's done. Well, save for some revisions, and general nitpicky formatting.<br />
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So. There's that.<br />
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Obviously, to celebrate, I danced my way through this COMPLETELY UN-SIBERIAN song:<br />
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And now, back to writing the mystery WIP...<br />
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*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Marian and Robin will get their own post later in the week, once I've had some time to corral my thoughts. And to decide whether or not to watch the Marian-less third season...</span>AlexisKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682976233783792092noreply@blogger.com1