Thursday, July 15, 2010

Janet Fitch's 10 rules for writers

The list -- intended for fiction writers but good for many of us
1. Write the sentence, not just the story
Long ago I got a rejection from the editor of the Santa Monica Review, Jim Krusoe. It said: “Good enough story, but what’s unique about your sentences?” That was the best advice I ever got. Learn to look at your sentences, play with them, make sure there’s music, lots of edges and corners to the sounds. Read your work aloud. Read poetry aloud and try to heighten in every way your sensitivity to the sound and rhythm and shape of sentences. The music of words. I like Dylan Thomas best for this–the Ballad of the Long-Legged Bait. I also like Sexton, Eliot, and Brodsky for the poets and Durrell and Les Plesko for prose. A terrific exercise is to take a paragraph of someone’s writing who has a really strong style, and using their structure, substitute your own words for theirs, and see how they achieved their effects.
2. Pick a better verb
Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an atomic bomb. You know the ones: Was, did, had, made, went, looked… One-size-fits-all looks like crap on anyone. Sew yourself a custom made suit. Pick a better verb. Challenge all those verbs to really lift some weight for you.
3. Kill the cliché.

When you’re writing, anything you’ve ever heard or read before is a cliché. They can be combinations of words: Cold sweat. Fire-engine red, or phrases: on the same page, level playing field, or metaphors: big as a house. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. Sometimes things themselves are cliches: fuzzy dice, pink flamingo lawn ornaments, long blonde hair.Just keep asking yourself, “Honestly, have I ever seen this before?” Even if Shakespeare wrote it, or Virginia Woolf, it’s a cliché. You’re a writer and you have to invent it from scratch, all by yourself. That’s why writing is a lot of work, and demands unflinching honesty.

4. Variety is the key.
Most people write the same sentence over and over again. The same number of words–say, 8-10, or 10-12. The same sentence structure. Try to become stretchy–if you generally write 8 words, throw a 20 word sentence in there, and a few three-word shorties. If you’re generally a 20 word writer, make sure you throw in some threes, fivers and sevens, just to keep the reader from going crosseyed.
5. Explore sentences using dependent clauses.
A dependent clause (a sentence fragment set off by commas, dontcha know) helps you explore your story by moving you deeper into the sentence. It allows you to stop and think harder about what you’ve already written. Often the story you’re looking for is inside the sentence. The dependent clause helps you uncover it.
6. Use the landscape.
Always tell us where we are. And don’t just tell us where something is, make it pay off. Use description of landscape to help you establish the emotional tone of the scene. Keep notes of how other authors establish mood and foreshadow events by describing the world around the character. Look at the openings of Fitzgerald stories, and Graham Greene, they’re great at this.
7. Smarten up your protagonist.
Your protagonist is your reader’s portal into the story. The more observant he or she can be, the more vivid will be the world you’re creating. They don’t have to be super-educated, they just have to be mentally active. Keep them looking, thinking, wondering, remembering.
8. Learn to write dialogue.
This involves more than I can discuss here, but do it. Read the writers of great prose dialogue–people like Robert Stone and Joan Didion. Compression, saying as little as possible, making everything carry much more than is actually said. Conflict. Dialogue as part of an ongoing world, not just voices in a dark room. Never say the obvious. Skip the meet and greet.
9. Write in scenes.
What is a scene? a) A scene starts and ends in one place at one time (the Aristotelian unities of time and place–this stuff goes waaaayyyy back). b) A scene starts in one place emotionally and ends in another place emotionally. Starts angry, ends embarrassed. Starts lovestruck, ends disgusted. c) Something happens in a scene, whereby the character cannot go back to the way things were before. Make sure to finish a scene before you go on to the next. Make something happen.
10. Torture your protagonist.
The writer is both a sadist and a masochist. We create people we love, and then we torture them. The more we love them, and the more cleverly we torture them along the lines of their greatest vulnerability and fear, the better the story. Sometimes we try to protect them from getting booboos that are too big. Don’t. This is your protagonist, not your kid.
coming up post : write up on my 1st day in office, yes guys I am back to work after such a long break!!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Within herself


She kept telling to herself that today she would not let the tears pass through her cheeks, that she would be brave and matured enough to hold them in her eyes till the tear drops dried.
She said all that she could to express love.
After all this the boy could reply was that he was sleepy.
Went wasted, went unresponded, unreaction and no awwwwww baby.
Her heart felt a pang and she knew she was done. This heart is not so weak, she kept telling to herself. It’s ok she would talk to him the next day.
As the matter of fact, she is not easy with hiding feelings. Her eyes spoke, her voice spoke and he got to know she was angry, but he didn’t see it broke her heart too.

In life most of the things are unplanned.

The Zahir

I was reading "The Zahir" by Paulo Coelho and came across this amazing part. Thought would share it with you.

Writing is one of the most solitary activities in the world. Once every two years, I sit
down in front of the computer, gaze out on the unknown sea of my soul, and see a few
islands—ideas that have developed and which are ripe to be explored. Then I climb into
my boat—called The Word—and set out for the nearest island. On the way, I meet strong
currents, winds, and storms, but I keep rowing, exhausted, knowing that I have drifted
away from my chosen course and that the island I was trying to reach is no longer on my
horizon.
I can’t turn back, though, I have to continue somehow or else I’ll be lost in the middle of
the ocean; at that point, a series of terrifying scenarios flash through my mind, such as
spending the rest of my life talking about past successes, or bitterly criticizing new
writers, simply because I no longer have the courage to publish new books. Wasn’t my
dream to be a writer? Then I must continue creating sentences, paragraphs, chapters, and
go on writing until I die, and not allow myself to get caught in such traps as success or
failure. Otherwise, what meaning does my life have? Being able to buy an old mill in the
south of France and tending my garden? Giving lectures instead, because it’s easier to
talk than to write? Withdrawing from the world in a calculated, mysterious way, in order
to create a legend that will deprive me of many pleasures?
Shaken by these alarming thoughts, I find a strength and a courage I didn’t know I had:
they help me to venture into an unknown part of my soul. I let myself be swept along by
the current and finally anchor my boat at the island I was being carried toward. I spend
days and nights describing what I see, wondering why I’m doing this, telling myself that
it’s really not worth the pain and the effort, that I don’t need to prove anything to anyone,
that I’ve got what I wanted and far more than I ever dreamed of having.

And it is a constant source of surprise to me to discover that other people were also in
search of that very island and that they find it in my book. One person tells another
person about it, the mysterious chain grows, and what the writer thought of as a solitary
exercise becomes a bridge, a boat, a means by which souls can travel and communicate.
From then on, I am no longer the man lost in the storm: I find myself through my readers,
I understand what I wrote when I see that others understand it too, but never before. On a
few rare occasions, like the one that is just about to happen, I manage to look those
people in the eye and then I understand that my soul is not alone.



Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Yes I need Motivation


A long day today. Early morning yoga. Followed by afternoon interview and evening physio. I really want to get this job. I hope the interview goes well. So worried. I hate wearing formals but I've to wear it for interview.
This time the job profile doesn't look like accounting. The knowledge of basic accounting has gone so blur that I've decided to buy class 11 book of accountancy. Yuck, I hate to touch that book again. But for a timing its bible for me. Have to brush up for interview. I screwed my last interview. I don't want to repeat same this time. So my dear blogger friends pray that I get through and my troubled mind rest in peace.  



Love





Its half past two and I'm not able to sleep. Its not cuz its usual me its cuz I didn't kiss you goodnight. I didn't hear your lazy voice saying my name like no one else can say. Its cuz you are far and I've been missing you so much and at times I hallucinate your presence. Its cuz your presence takes me different world and your smile makes my day.
Love you so much.



Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Unexpected!!


So you lit her cigarette, you’re feelin pretty good 
You think you’ve got a shot, most girls you probably would
Yeah, this is that kind of place but she ain’t that kind of girl
You’re readin’ it all wrong, let me tell you about her

She only smokes when she drinks, she only drinks now and then
Now and then when she’s tired of being let down by men
You can give her a light but it’s not what you think
Everybody knows she only drinks alone

And she only smokes when she drinks
Did you ask her to dance. Let me guess, she told you no
Got to take her some place quiet and see how far that goes
Oh, don’t take it all that hard when she smiles and turns you down

For a complicated girl, she ain’t that hard to figure out
She only smokes when she drinks, she only drinks now and then
And now and then when she’s tired of bein’ let down by men
You can give her a light but it’s not what you think


You can give her a light but it’s not what you think
Everybody knows she only drinks alone
And she only smokes when she drinks
Yeah, that's right


well thats not written by me. Its a song I found last night while surfing beemp3.com. Hang around in this site quite a long while i feel like discovering some new good music. Watching youtube is another interesting thing. You watch a video and you get list of related video in the sidebar. I can spend hour surfing for new/old songs on net. My fav. time pass. Thank god youtube have good quality sound and video as well.
Another great way to find song is through these sites




Job hunt is irritating me. Cant stay unemployed for so long and do nothing whole day. Oh by the way I met Abhinav Bhatt. Yo now from shiter only Mads is left. Waiting to meet Harshi and Shaunak as well.




Today I had early morning Yoga. Oh yes 7 is early for me. Thankfully I didn't bunk. Yoga felt nice. Morning yoga had more of mid age people crowd where as the evening batch as mostly young crowd. But Shweta Di suggested that morning yoga will be more helpful to do in fresh air and empty stomach. It felt nice to do early morning and then came back to PG had hot breakfast or else I am so lazy that I miss my breakfast many times.

I Hope I get Job soon and I am regular to Yoga class.





BTW sales are on. Can't wait to shop. Reebok, westside and Levi's already out with their sale. waiting for Adidas as I badly wanna buy a good sport shoes.

To be cont. Keep blogging and keep reading.
Smiles, love and Hugs :)

Saturday, July 3, 2010

I hate Love stories followed by real drama

When we don’t want to do anything we find hundreds of reason to ignore it or procrastinate it.

Since yesterday I was so happy that I got a call for interview. I don't even know what company it  was but I was happy for the fact that atleast for time being I wont be unemployed. Had put alarm to wake up at 8:30am. today morning when the alarm rang, I snooze it to 9am, then 9:30 then the natural body pain and leg pain started. my body was feeling too lazy to leave the cozy blanket when the out weather was so thanda.

Then I reminded myself (like I use to remind myself when I wanted to bunk early morning tourism classes to sleep for another 1 hr, the shortage, begging for attendance stuff)

yeah I reminded myself of the fact that once I get this job I will be able to buy things that I have craving for so long.

My list is elongating day by day what to do.

I watched “i hate love story” last night. It was full of drama, comedy movie rather than any other love story. One time watch for sure not more than that.

My friend wanted me to get vodka small bottle so that we cud gulp it down before the movie starts. I hate vodka, so I bought flavoured Bacardi and in case we didn't like Bacardi we could have black dog, Whiskey.

we managed to have shots of Bacardi, lemon flavour and hid the black dog bottle near the dustbin so that if luck flavoured we would come back and drink again in the break time. The bottles were missing in the intermission, sad. To kill the blue we had yummy Brownies and rest of the movies followed with loadsa drama scene :)

Enjoy the movie and let me know if you liked it.

Till then see ya, Keep reading and keep blogging.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Those Eyes



Some things about eyes!!!
I Love eye shadows. Even when I watch tv, I keep looking at the eyes shadow of the birdies. God!!! It feels so awesome to wear them.
I don't like Lens much but ya color eyes do steal my attention.
I have met a person those one eye s blue and one grey, he has been like that since his childhood. We don't call him Raj (that's his name) but we call him blue (I wonder y not Grey!!)

Something with the shades!!
I always wanted to buy glares, tried so many of them but I always ended up looking comical. 
Finally I bought the first glares. It of fast track!! A friend of mine helped me and the sales man too. My friends Jess too was confused what to choose for me, then the sales man suggested a new arrival. I tired and yeah I loved it. Its pink shade. But its nice!! not light but dark Pink. I love Pink :D

BTW I m currently addicted to this game in FB called the mall world. You own your boutique, stock awesome clothes, bags, accessories, bags etc and sell and boss around!! Its so much fun.

Some movie I would like to suggest :-
The blind side

Currently reading a novel called The Zahir (once again) by Paulo Coelho  :D



Sunday, June 13, 2010

Untitled



Sometime all I feel is lonely that too when I'm in my dream city. All friends have left to their respective places. Left none who are too close. Everyone wanna come back to this awesomeness, enjoy little more of it but everyone can't play roll the dice and have a probability = 1. (dont how the maths thing came up, may be after effect of CFA exam) .

New friends I'm afraid and least interested to make. Rest are just following by may be for good. It was Anil's B'Day yesterday and we had like so much of fun. I'm glad Bhatt too is joining the crowd. Hope to see you soon.

Waiting for call from my previous company Ernst and Young and meanwhile applying in other's company's site. I hope best falls in place. Can't wait to get set go.

Went shopping, finally bought comfortable pumps. Wow first time ever I never wore pumps in my life. Actually wore it today. Felt too good.
Watched a movie call 'Waitress'. Amazing movie. Loved it.
Developing some kind of nerve pain on my foot for which I gotta meet my Doc on Monday. Another bus trip to the old spot (the hospital).
I know everyone is too busy in life but guys if you get time do comment on blog. It keeps me going. Love you all.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Yeppeeee :)


Finally I am done with my CFA exam. I waited for one whole year as I couldn’t give the exam in December due to strike in KTM. Finally here it is. I am free now. I hope I don’t get bored. I hope friends from Bangalore returns back so that I can have more fun.

So many movies and many episodes of Gossip Girl and FRIENDS awaited.

Bangalore is awesome these days. Sexy weather every evening that you get induced either to sleep in your cozy blanket or go out for a cuppa coffee/tea. Oh BTW have u ever heard of Masala Coffee??? In Forum Mall, Bangalore is a store where you get Masala Coffee, Coffee with cardamom, cinnamon, cloves etc. I don’t know how it is to taste, but it smells good. My dad says that you should never mix these spices in tea. It kills the real aroma and taste of tea. What he says makes sense after all he is been working in tea manufacturing and processing for 10 years J we have our own tea factory. At times, It’s fun to go to a farms. The smell of wet- fertile soil, the sprinkles pumping water everywhere, the sound of tractor moving to plough land.

OH btw I watched Rajneeti.
Ab kya bataun about the movie. Total assumption. More of killing and sex rather than politics. I think Nana Patekar was best . Three women get pregnant making out on their first time. Bloody hell its Movie of 2010. where is the idea of Contraceptives? Dont they know all that doesnt happen!! in real, people are more planned and use condoms!! I mean who want to marry and get pregnant in 9 months of her marriage and have kid n her hand on her 1st anniversary. Total bullshit, I understand it's a movie but still there are other was to show growth in population!!