Archive for February, 2007



22
Feb
07

UN-Black, Like Me

I have learned a new reality today–I am not black, nor is Barack Obama–at least not according to author Debra Dickerson who maintains that being black means being a descendent of West Africans who came to this country as slaves. HUH??

Last time I checked, black folks were just that–black, brown, beige whatever, depending on where you’re from and how much (um) fraternization your folks did with others. To my knowledge, none of my folks were slaves in this country with the possible exception of some folks on my father’s side who, given the name Savoy, obviously came from Louisiana.

Obama, is however African American–Dickerson will give him that much, since his dad is from Kenya. I suppose by that logic Dickerson would allow me my own assessment of my cultural identity: Jamerican–Jamaican and American.

Here’s what Dickerson had to say on the Daily Show.

So now Obama and I, and millions more folks I’m sure are now un-black in Dickerson’s eyes. Is that like being undead? Maybe she means the rest of us brown-skinned non-black folks who don’t a have a slave background here in America are, like vampires, sucking up the benefits of racial progress without having suffered for them first. I hope not. Either way, I think I’ll go sharpen my eyeteeth anyway.

22
Feb
07

Shut up, SHUT UP, ALREADY!!

It’s day three without cigarettes for me here. Oddly enough, I have no craving for nicotine, or at least nothing I recognize as nicotine related. I’ve given up the Cinnamon Toast Crunch for Starlite mints so at least I’m not in immediate danger of exploding weight-wise. However, there’s a little niggling voice in the back of my head that keeps reminding me that now would be a great time for a cigarette. Come on, you know you want one. What harm can one cigarette do? Blah, blah. I’m not listening to that little voice, but it sounds like the voice of my internal editor, my constant tormentor. I learned to turn that off (visualization of strangulation helps) and I’ll turn this off, too. Forgive me if I’m a little cranky in the meanwhile.

22
Feb
07

Rainy Days and Mondays . . .

Well, since it’s not a Monday, guess what kind of day today is. That’s right, it’s one of those crappy New York rainy days where you swear the gods themselves must be weeping since it looks so nasty out. I’m listening to The Essential Billy Joel, feeling mellow and tooling around the blogosphere looking for something to entertain me. Sylvia Hubbard’s How to Love a Black Woman blog acomplishes this. I particularly love her latest entry. It should be subtitled “How to Catch a Clue, y’all. For those in need of schooling, have at it.

21
Feb
07

No, but three rights make a left . . .*

It seems to me that Americans these days are an angry lot. We don’t eat right, we marinate in our own fat on our couches and we don’t get enough sleep. And if that weren’t bad enough, we’ve got acid reflux disease to compromise any transient moment when we mistakenly think nothing is wrong with us.

Then we get on the road and we don’t know how to behave. Here in New York, we never did. In New York, if you can’t ride someone’s tail while simultaneously honking, cursing and giving some idiot pedestrian the finger, you need to go back where you came from, hayseed. (Mind you, not every NY driver does this, but we could, baby, we could.)

So it doesn’t surprise me to hear of the story a young military mom who got busted for throwing a “McMissle” into the car of another driver who cut her off for the second time on Interstate 95. The woman had a pregnant sister and three whiny kids in the car. If you ask me, the other car was lucky she wasn’t throwing bullets. First lesson here: carry pregnant woman or carry kids. Never, ever both.

Granted the McMom should have held her Mctemper. But how could a jury of reasonable people have sentenced her to TWO YEARS in prison over such nonsense? Even the people in the McIced car were shocked at the outcome. Even though the judge changed the sentence to probation, here’s what bothers me about this situation: when did we as a nation become so willing to punish each other over every minor thing?

Couldn’t someone understand this McMom’s frustration, give her some service project that would allow her to reflect on what she’d done (and get away from those kids) for a hot minute and do someone else some good in the meantime? Does it not occur to anyone beside me that throwing the woman in jail is an even bigger overreaction to poor circumstances than the McMom throwing the ice after being cut off a second time was? Two wrongs (or overreactions) don’t make a right. They just make us all look silly.

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*My son’s answer to the question, “Do two wrongs make a right?” Yes, he was smacked upside the head for that, but with love, you know, with love.

21
Feb
07

WTF?

Second day with no stogies. What the heck is going on with me? I can’t concentrate, I’ve started three projects today for no particular reason and I’m scarfing down Cinnamon Toast Crunch out of the box like a five year old. Yikes! On top of that, I’m flashing hot and cold like the M word had a hold of me (it does, but we’re not discussing that now).

The worst part is that the only place in the house where I used to smoke was my office. Guess where I am now? I look at it this way–if I can make it here, I can make it anywhere. Then again, there’s my car. ;)

To anyone else going through this quitting crap–good luck. Get some post it notes and stick them around your computer screen to remind you what the f=ck you’re supposed to be doing. Oh, now I remember what I was going to blog about. See ya back here in a few minutes.

All the best,
Dee

21
Feb
07

The Great American Northeast Bronx Smokeout

It has now been over 24 hours since I had my last cigarette. Considering that I’ve been smoking for thirty years and have never managed to quit for more than a couple of hours (like when I’m asleep), this is significant.

Anyhoo, I’m trying to make this non-smoking thing permanent. I’m trying to find a clock I can put on the side of the blog so I can count off the days. I’ve heard that if you do something for 21 days it becomes a habit. I’m hoping it works the opposite way as well. I’m hoping not to smoke for 21 days and see what happens.

If you have any tips or tricks for quitting or wish to join me in quitting let me know. And no, I can’t do any of those patch things or even nicotine gum/lozenges. It’s got to be cold turkey for me.

I’m off to look for calendars now. Wish me luck.

19
Feb
07

Stake it! (No, this isn’t about Will and Grace)

I found this article floating around the net and found it valuable. I’m not sure where it started out, but I do give attribution, so what the hay. If you find the information valuable, please check out the author’s website and find out what other goodies she might have over there.

Ten Tips For Raising the Stakes in Your Fiction

Dr. Maxine Thompson
http://www.maxinethompson.com
http://www.maxineshow.com

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When I work with new writers as a literary coach or a story editor, I find that their stories often lack tension. In real life, we don’t care fo rtension, but in fiction, it is necessary to keep the reader turning pages. As the first reader, if the story doesn’t hold my interest, how will it hold the general public’s interest? New fiction writers’ stories tend to ramble on for page after page with little action taking place. So I often ask myself, how can the writer raise the stakes for this character? These are just some of the ideas I came up with as a way to raise the stakes and give your characters seemingly insurmountable obstacles.

Give your character’s quirks, if you want to raise the stakes in your
fiction. Have your character be the outsider, at odds with his environment and a threat, where people isolate or attack him, such as in Toni Morrison’s Beloved. After escaping from slavery, in an act of desperation, Sethe slashed her baby’s throat, rather than see the child go back to bondage. Although later, she was released from jail, the community threw up an implacable wall of scorn and disgust towards Sethe and her surviving children. In the end, though, Sethe realizes her need for community.

Janie, the protagonist, in Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God, is also an outsider. She is ostracized because she married a younger man. Often, I feel like an outsider and it struck me. Most writing is penned by artists who feel like outsiders. Women of other races have felt same sense of being different, judging from the misfits in Carson McCullers’ novel, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.

As an African American woman, I can identify with feeling like an outsider. I know how it feels to be on the fringes of society. I know the double whammy scourge of both racism and sexism.

Here are ten more tips for raising the stakes in your fiction. This will produce both suspense and tension, which will compel your reader to stay up all night reading your book.

1. Put your character on the edge. The best fiction, films, and plays do this. (Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Who’s Afraid of the Virginia Woolf?, Set It Off.)

2. Set a timetable. The characters only have one week or one day to save their kidnapped child’s life in exchange for a million dollar ransom.

3. Put danger of loss of some kind in the character’s life. Example: One student opened her novel with a child twirling in the mirror. I said change the point of view and let the mother wake up and not find her child in bed. That definitely would raise the stakes.

4. Life is hard. Show it, but in the end, be kind to your characters.

5. Love all your characters, the good, the bad, the ugly. This shows in the respect you give a character.

6. Turn the juice up on your characters, like in the movie, Forrest Gump, (starring Tom Hanks.) I loved the scene where Forrest’s friend, Lt. Dan (played by actor Gary Sinese), Vietnam vet/amputee, climbed up high on their boat’s sail mast, lightning and thunder swirling about him. He cursed God for how he had lost his legs in Vietnam, and to paraphrase, he asked God, “Is that all you got? Give me more.” (Sinese’s sensitive portrayal of a once invincible soldier reduced to a pathetic self-pitying specter of his former strength brought him the Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actor.)

Likewise, go for the jugular vein in your characters. Let it rip. Now here is the paradox. Be kind in the end, yet at the same time, you should not resolve the character’s problems for them. Allow the characters to solve their own problems. It is all right if your story has an unhappy ending. But don’t be too kind to the characters along the way, when it comes to piling on the complications and problems. That means you’ve identified too closely with them.

7. If your character has cancer, double this whammy up by having her husband leave her, after she has her breast removed.

8. Sandbag the main character when he’s down, and paint him up into a corner, where there doesn’t appear to be any way out.

9. Use secrets to up the ante. A ghost, by definition, is something which haunts. When people have family secrets they are like ghosts. Writers can’t mine family secrets enough for story ideas, and I do this in both of my novels, The Ebony Tree and No Pockets in a Shroud. A family can be very clannish and protective of its secrets. But you know what? Every family has secrets. Every family is somewhat dysfunctional. Another secret could be that your character hit, possibly killed a person or a child, in a hit-and-run car accident and never reported it. This will haunt the person’s conscience.

10. Have your character have to choose between two negative outcomes. Critical choice is important in a work of fiction. (Should you pull the plug on a child in a coma, or let the child live on indefinitely with no quality of life?)

Dr. Maxine E. Thompson is the owner of Black Butterfly Press, Maxine Thompson’s Literary Services, Thompson Literary Agency and www.maxineshow.com. She hosts Internet radio shows on www.artisfirst.com and on www.maxineshow.com. She hosted on Voiceamerica.com from 3/02 to 12/06 and is currently taking a break. She is the author of eight titles, The EbonyTree, No Pockets in a Shroud, A Place Called Home, The Hush Hush Secrets of Writing Fiction That Sells, How to Publish, Market and Promote your Book Via Ebook Publishing, The Hush Hush Secrets of How To Create a Life You Love, Anthology, SECRET LOVERS, (with novella, Second Chances,) and Summer of Salvation. SECRET LOVERS made the Black Expression’s Book Club Bestselling list on 7-8-06 (after a 6-6-06 release date.)A new anthology, All in the Family, (Summer of Salvation) is due out in April 2007l Another new anthology, Never Knew Love Like This Before,(her novella, Katrina Blues,) is due out in June 2007.

18
Feb
07

Not so Lucky, if you ask me


Here’s another example of why teacher’s can’t catch a break. Author Susan Patron, this year’s winner of the Newbery Medal choses to include one unfortunate word choice in her The Higher Power of Lucky: scrotum.

You see, there’s this dog that gets bitten there by a rattlesnake. Patron’s title character, ten-year-old Lucky Trimble overhears another, older character utter the word. According to the author, this incident in the book was inspired by a similar real-life occurence. Considering the hoopla this one word has caused, maybe someone should explain to Ms. Patron the benefits of fictionalization.

As an educator, I’ve got to say that I would not be reading this book, regardless of what else is in it to have merited the award. I would never leave myself in the position where I have to explain what a scrotum is, where it is on the body or what its function is to a bunch of elementary school children. (Ironically, if she’d said “nuts” or “balls” most of them would already know what I was talking about.) I have literally been accosted by parents for teaching that human beings are classified as animals scientifically (humans were created by GOD with an immortal soul, dontcha know). You think I’m going to risk parental ire by going on about gonads? Not in this bloody lifetime, I assure you.

I do believe this is, as the article asserts, an author not having a clue about her intended audience. In the case of a Newberry winner, that becomes librarians, educators and booksellers that might ordinarily not have given the book much notice. Here’s how Patron, who is shocked that librarians want to ban her title, explains the word’s inclusion:

The word is just so delicious,” Ms. Patron said. “The sound of the word to Lucky is so evocative. It’s one of those words that’s so interesting because of the sound of the word.

There are plenty of fascinating words out there, Ms. Patron. Next time pick a better one.

18
Feb
07

Lawdy, Thar’s a Cullud Gal on the Cover


Thanks to the ladies over at this message board, I discovered this site that features covers for pulp interracial romances from a bygone era. Unlike today’s romances that feature two equal adults falling in love, these titles portray the black female as the vile seductress who leads our hapless white hero down the path to iniquity. Poor, poor white boy.

Conversely, black men are portrayed as . . . I don’t really have to go there, do I?

There was also a hot debate at this message board as to whether race relations should stand as the major conflict in an interracial love story. Some say it’s a big issue that needs to be addressed, others say there are larger issues in any love story and the race business is not necessarily all that important.

I didn’t keep score over there, but for myself, I know the stories I enjoy are the ones where there are greater conflicts than what color who is. I don’t think the issue should be ignored, since that is unrealistic, too. But after any initial reticence on the part of the hero or heroine as to whether this is a relationship they want to pursue, I can’t stand it when the issue is brought up over and over again and the characters waffle back and forth as to whether the relationship is worthwhile. Gimme a break!

Either you have found a decent guy/girl or you haven’t. And if you are so wishy washy that a few comments or nasty looks are going to change your mind about the guy/girl you are supposedly falling in love with, I don’t want to read about you. I can understand ambivalence in a hero/heroine when they think they’ve detected a flaw in their beloved’s character, but you knew what race they were when you started.

Falling in love takes courage: the ability to risk opening oneself up to another. If you haven’t got any, you don’t belong in a romance. But you might make a great victim for my next suspense.

18
Feb
07

We’ve come a long way, baby–but not always on time

Journalist Sarah Weinman (who also writes this blog) explores the case of America’s Unknown Child, the story of a boy found in a cardboard box that originally held a bassinet in the woods of Philadelphia. This boy, believed to be between four and six years old was never identified. As the 50 year anniversary of this case draws near, so too does new news coverage of the decades-old case.

It’s interesting to note that most of the investigators involved believe that had the case occurred now or up to twenty years ago, the case would have been solved. Forensic science has advanced tremendously from the days that the most you could hope to get from a corpse were some fingerprints, dental records and a crude (by today’s standard) blood typing.

Even if you don’t watch CSI, it seems new forensic technologies pop up daily. For the crime writer, it can be daunting to keep up with all of them. I had an editor ask me once to put more forensics in a story, since readers like that. Believe me, I put in all that I could. But when you’ve got a story that takes place within days it’s not that easy. For one thing, it’s not like on TV where the test results come back within minutes or hours instead of days or weeks–and that’s once the lab gets around to performing them. In a city like New York where most of my books are set, you’re not going to get instant answers, no matter what they say on Law and Order.





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