In Search of the Elusive Right Word

Welcome the fourth installment of my guest blogger, Tony Cappasso. He is the author of a self-published travel narrative, America’s Highway: A Journal of Discovery Along US Route.

Here’s a bit of writing advice you’ve no doubt seen: Read all the time, read everything.

I’ve always been skeptical about advice that is so absolute. But this bit has really worked for me.

Writing is description. It is putting words together to create an image, a sensation, an emotion, in the reader.

It’s what I love the most about reading the works of other writers. It is what I find the most difficult to do in my own writing.

All my experience is in non-fiction. I wrote for newspapers, newsletters, magazines, and the web.  All the topics I covered, all the subjects I wrote about were real. No making things up allowed.

It’s tough to be flowery when you’re describing a surgical procedure or a mass immunization.

But I like brilliant, descriptive writing; that is, I like reading it. I’d love doing it, too, but it has never been my forte. Oddly, it doesn’t come naturally to me in my writing although it does in my speaking. But I’ve gotten better.

Before setting out on my trip from Maine to Florida on US Route 1, I reread three of my favorite travel writers. Paul Theroux (Kingdom by the Sea), Bill Bryson (Notes from a Small Island), and William Least Heat Moon (Blue Highways).

All three are masters of description.

This is Theroux describing trains: “It was man’s best machine traversing earth’s best feature — the train tracking in the narrow angle between vertical rock and horizontal water.”

Or William Least Heat Moon from his book Blue Highways: “With a nearly desperate sense of isolation and a growing suspicion that I lived in an alien land, I took to the road in search of places where change did not mean ruin and where time and men and deeds connected.”

Here’s Bill Bryson musing about tourism: “What an odd thing tourism is. You fly off to a strange land, eagerly abandoning all the comforts of home, and then expend vast quantities of time and money in a largely futile attempt to recapture the comforts that you wouldn’t have lost if you hadn’t left home in the first place.”

I try to imitate them; to learn from them.

I look for inspiration in description. I carry a notebook and a pen to jot down observations about persons or places, and practice sharpening my skills at describing what I see and hear, taste and smell, so my readers can also.

What about you? Is it easy for you to write description?  Which of your favorite authors do you think write great description?

Book Review – Brigitta of the White Forest

Brigitta of the White Forest is a fast-paced, fun, middle-grade novel about two faerie sisters who escape a frightening curse upon the White Forest. Brigitta and her younger sister, Himalette, travel to Dead Mountain in search of the only one that can help them—a banished faerie called Hrathgar.

Along the way, they experience many challenges including outwitting a giant caterpillar and an army of hungry frogs. The sisters meet some creatures they’re not sure they can trust, but whose help they need in their journey. Brigitta must also contend with the careless curiosity of her sister, which gets them into one disaster after another.

One of the themes that plays out is destiny. At the beginning of the book, Brigitta has not yet reached “The Change,” and she is having difficulty fitting in. By the end of the book, Brigitta has matured enough for her wings to reveal her destiny markings, and she must now face what her future holds. Ondelle, the High Priestess of the faeries, talks to Brigitta about destiny, telling her to “allow all destinies to unfold as they should.” It is a concept that Brigitta chews on even when the story ends.

Danika Dinsmore paints an extraordinary setting with beautifully strange creatures and props. The history of the White Forest is vivid, and many of the names and terms are wild-sounding and evocative.

Dinsmore includes a lexicon to further describe the unusual place. My only disappointment is that the lexicon is placed at the back of the book. Had it been located in the beginning, I would have known to refer to it when I wanted a more detailed explanation. However, I can also understand the idea of placing it at the back so as not to distract readers from the story.

Regardless of location, the lexicon is especially engaging, further revealing Dinsmore’s complete down-to-the-sharmock-roots knowledge of this world she created.

My nine-year-old daughter, Maddy, read the book also. She was eager for me to finish it so we could discuss the story and what we think might happen in the sequel, Ruins of Noe. Below, Maddy gives her own take on Brigitta:

“What I liked best about Brigitta of the White forest was that it put a lot of questions in my mind. It made me make predictions about the book. The part where Brigitta rips her wing made me wonder how fairies get their wings repaired when they get damaged. I’ve been waiting to read an adventure book about fairies (because I love them) for a while. This one made my skin tingle as I read the very first line. I liked how the story ended, when Brigitta and Himalette are reunited with their friends and family. My two favorite characters are Minq and Himalette. Minq has really long ears which I adore! Himalette is very curious, and I can connect to her. The only thing I didn’t like about this book was that the story ended! I can’t wait to read the next book!”

   I am very fortunate to have the author, Danika Dinsmore, guest blog on 4amWriter on May 11th. Please be sure to stop by to read what she has to say about being a traditionally published author and the challenges she experienced between writing her first book, Brigitta of the White Forest, and its sequel, The Ruins of Noe, which is available for a free download TODAY ONLY.

The Uncomfortable Booklist

LimebirdCat , over at Limebird Writers, and @BKnovelist inspired me to challenge my booklist.

I consider myself a broad-minded, liberal, versatile adult—but when it comes to reading for pleasure I am anything but. I don’t generally stray from mainstream fiction except for two (okay 3—but the third barely counts because it was such a lousy experience) exceptions: Harry Potter and the…series and The Hunger Games series. The third exception involved sparkly vampires, and I just couldn’t deal.

Anyway, when choosing a book, I generally gravitate towards humans, not winged creatures. I want to read about how the pregnant teenager becomes a street performer to pay her bills. I like the idea of flipping the switch and suddenly a middle-aged housewife decides she wants to tour countries ravaged by terrorism. I prefer to read about families forced onto opposing sides by a controversial medical procedure. I like it when extraordinary things happen to ordinary people.

While those topics taken as one group are fairly wide in range, in the overall scheme of things it’s a limited list. After reading LimebirdCat’s post, I started wondering if I could do what she’s going to do—take on Shakespeare when I don’t have a helpful teacher breaking it down for me in class from day to day.

Eh, I don’t think so. That’s asking a lot of my brain. I just don’t have enough pollywodden to digest Shakespeare after a 17-hour day with the kids and my husband and my mom and the animals and my jobs and the kids and the house and mom and the kids and my jobs and my husband and the house…oh, whoops, sorry. Life got ahead of me there.

Yup. Nope, not gonna happen. While I am ashamed at my lack of desire and energy to read works like Shakespeare, I also am painfully aware of my limitations. So, no Shakespeare for 4am.

Then I realized I am reading something that isn’t part of my usual repertoire. Way of Shadows by Brent Weeks. This book was actually suggested to me by @BKnovelist for its use of multiple POVs, a result of a conversation we started on LinkedIn.

Well, hey now. Maybe I am stepping out of my comfort zone after all.

At first, I was reading it more as an experiment or a study. But I am actually getting a lot more out of it than just how to use multiple POVs. This book’s genre is fantasy, which is fairly dark and grim. It has all the tools of fantasy, not the least of which is magic.

So, without intending to, I have begun my uncomfortable booklist. It might not be Othello, but the way life is going right now for me, fantasy is perfect.

How about you? Do you try to read all kinds of genres, or do you stick to one favorite?

Do You Want to Be Dumbed Down?

Yesterday I was told that I “have to assume my readers are stupid.”

Excuse me? Why the heck do I want stupid readers???

This is the same idea as “dumbing down,” where you write a  simplistic story with sentences that perform only one job—move the story forward.

This type of writing does not allow for any figures of speech such as metaphors or similes. This type of writing also limits sense of place and time as though the story exists on one flat, grey plane.

On the flip side plot is never obscured or hampered in this writing style. Characters are super-easy to develop because they’re stock characters, marching along the immobile background. Readers can’t become entangled in subplots (because there are none). Or if some do exist, they are tame and well-manicured allowing for a safe, unhindered passage by the reticent reader. The kind of story one can read when five different things are going on around her.

That is not the kind of story I get into, reading-wise or writing-wise. Rather, I crave the story that expects me to participate. I want to be picked up and dropped right in the middle of the story’s setting. I want to feel the awkwardness of the cobblestone walkways. I want to smell the decay of the swamps. I want to see the brokenhearted protagonist, the one who drinks coffee out of an unclean tumbler.

These kinds of detail enrich and strengthen the story so that it moves with a force and an authority that are haunting. I want more than a story. I want a world which I can imbibe. And all of that means that I, as a reader, must co-create if I want to be engaged. I must use my imagination and continue walking down the lane through the brambles even though the six-year-old girl stayed behind, sitting on a moss-covered rock. I must take the details beyond what is given me and fill in the spaces. If I am thinking about the story even when I am not curled up on my sofa reading it, then that means the author has created a world in which I was invited to join and linger.

But none of that can happen if I’m assumed to be a stupid reader. Dumbing down your writing in effect dumbs down your story.