tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51165130567457145022024-03-04T20:02:01.182-08:00Three (or Four) Dog LifeLizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-31245997717851298582011-03-26T15:23:00.000-07:002011-03-26T15:26:43.940-07:00Exercise 2: Your own worst enemy<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Your Own Worst Enemy:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My writing exercise for today has to do with internal conflict – specifically, what does your character do to him/herself that keeps the character from getting what he/she wants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>What flaws does your character have that keeps him/her exciting to the reader.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>For example, Harry Potter’s life would have been much less exciting (which would have been nice for him, even if the books would have been not nearly as fun) if he’d just gone and told Dumbledore what was going on in his life on page 10 of the story, instead of at the end of the story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But Harry is distrustful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He doesn’t always turn to adults or his friends when he has problems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He broods, keeps his mouth shut, breaks rules, and then goes and gets into serious trouble.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>In A. Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories, Sherlock is supremely confident in his abilities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Normally this is fine (other than the fact he alienates everyone around him but Watson), but occasionally he trips himself up with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">A Scandal in Bohemia</i>, Holmes is outsmarted by Irene Adler because he underestimates her intelligence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He tricks her, but she tricks him right back and gets away with the photograph he’d been attempting to reclaim from her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>A few more examples of character flaws that drive the plots of many stories:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>•Too much curiosity (the babysitter who opens the basement door after hearing a strange sound and AGGHHHGGGGHHHH!!!)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>•Inability to commit to what the character wants (characters who can’t quite follow their dreams, or who fall in love but can’t proclaim themselves and drive the object of their love away, like in when Harry freaks out in the movie<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">When Harry Met Sally</i>).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>•Inability to commit to a course of action (<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Hamlet </i>is the classic example here)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>•Huge blind spots (such as not realizing the one they love is no good for them, or seeing an enemy as a dear, dear friend, or thinking “nah, there’s probably nothing in the basement…)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>•Carelessness with own life/friends/happiness (Character who takes unnecessary risks, who take the people who they care about for granted, who can’t keep their mouth shut when it would be better to).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>•Thoughtlessness about consequences (characters who think that sleeping with the bridesmaid on the night before their own wedding is an awesome idea).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Characters who are late for important appointments (i.e. he’s on the top of the Empire State Building waiting for her, she thought she’d stop off for coffee and then ran into a friend and was two hours late).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Characters who let people down.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>•Characters who lose faith (The team is assembled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The heist is perfectly planned, then one guy starts to wonder if this is what he wants to do with his life.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span>And of course there’s jealousy, low-self esteem, past trauma, anger issues, unrealistic expectations, general ignorance about a situation, desire to be something that one is not, and on and on and on and on and on.</p><p class="MsoNormal">FOR EXTRA CREDIT: Figure out how you (in your real life) are your own worst enemy, resolve your issues, and live happily ever after. Hooray!</p> <!--EndFragment-->LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-56812838014133939442011-03-19T20:25:00.000-07:002011-03-19T20:50:35.245-07:00How to Build an Author WebsiteHello Cruel World,<div><br /></div><div>Okay -- it's been busy around here. I had to do author photos and then go through another set of revisions. There was a nasty batch of flu making the rounds too -- it got my husband first, then me, then the kid. I can't remember the last time I was that sick. </div><div><br /></div><div>And somewhere in all of that, I decided to build a website. And if you ever need to build your own author website, here is a handy guide to how I did it.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>1. I start by searching web for cool author template. Find one I love. Purchase and download it.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Discover that I am much too stupid to use purchased template. Much.Too.Stupid.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Find a free template on my mac on program called iWeb. It has a book on it. So um....guess I'll use that one.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Discover that I am not too stupid to use iWeb. But just barely.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Mess with website as a way of using the obsessive, panicky energy I have stored up while I wait to hear what my editor thinks of my revisions.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Obsessively purchase photos on istockphoto.com to fancy up the website. Stop when I realize I'm on the verge of spending $17 for a picture of fig newtons. </div><div><br /></div><div>7. Start to obsessive plan to buy fig newtons, drive to lake (one hour away) and take pictures of them for my website with the lake in the background and thus save myself $17.</div><div><br /></div><div>8. Consider the cost of the fig newtons, gas, and time involved in this plan. Re-evaluate. </div><div><br /></div><div>8. Realize I am too lazy for this plan and that $17 is a completely reasonable price for a picture of fig newtons. </div><div><br /></div><div>9. Admit I have a problem. I don't need a fig newton picture. Feel proud of decision to have no fig newton pictures at all on my website. </div><div><br /></div><div>10. Go out the next day, buy fig newtons, take picture of them in my backyard, put picture on website (where they are small and barely noticeable), then eat fig newtons. </div><div><br /></div><div>11. Admit that I'm still obsessive and have a problem, but I also got to eat fig newtons, so all is good. </div><div><br /></div><div>12. Upload the website. It doesn't upload correctly. </div><div><br /></div><div>13. Cuss and scream, re-read uploading instructions, do everything exactly like I'm supposed to.</div><div><br /></div><div>14. Website still fails to upload.</div><div><br /></div><div>15. Repeat process over and over again at least 126 times and have no luck.</div><div><br /></div><div>16. Mysteriously, on the 127 time, the website loads perfectly.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; ">17. Spend the next hour being baffled and thinking about how to justify buying more fig newtons.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; ">18. Publicize website. It's www.lizziekfoley.com, if you're interested. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "> </span></div></div><div><br /></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-49126955420980424092011-03-13T15:02:00.000-07:002011-03-13T15:04:51.556-07:00Author WebsiteHello Cruel World:<div><br /></div><div>Alrighty, I have an announcement to make. I know have an author website. It's at www.lizziekfoley.com. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-61907388681676926102011-02-27T12:41:00.000-08:002011-02-27T16:38:38.847-08:00How do you know when you're done?Hello Cruel World!<div><br /></div><div>After receiving what I can only call truly awesome revision notes from my truly awesome editor, I am currently working on printing out what I hope is close to being a finished revised draft. This is not to say it will be the final draft. Undoubtedly, there's still work to be done. <div><br /></div><div>How do I know I'm close to finished with this particular draft? Well, I've addressed all of the issues brought up by my editor. I've reread it myself and found places I think could be stronger. I'm made my poor, beleaguered husband read it for me looking for typos, logic gaps, and places where I didn't actually finish cutting stuff I meant to. </div><div><br /></div><div>But most importantly, the printer broke. I don't know why, but this always, always happens when I'm finishing a draft -- and the problem usually fixes itself right afterwards. I've had the feeder tray stop feeding, the ink cartridge suddenly start making crazy lines on the page. I've had it print gibberish. I've had it skip random pages. I've had it print the first 30 pages over and over. I've had it turn each printed page into an exquisite curly-cue and sent it flying to a random spot in the room.</div><div><br /></div><div>This time, the printer jammed, and when I went to unjam it, I accidentally pushed the button that exists for no other reason than to make the side of the printer fall off. As far as I can tell, this serves no functional purpose, but the printer won't run until its side has been put back on. Putting the side back on is approximately impossible. It involves much swearing, banging, threatening, looking on-line for new printers, and brute force. </div><div><br /></div><div>But, I finally got the side back on -- and it has now started printing away happily (although I should note that it is currently in the process of reprinting the first 60 pages and I don't know why). Tomorrow, I am sure the printer will work as perfectly as always. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-81450850174883194882011-02-16T10:13:00.000-08:002011-02-16T10:13:38.375-08:00THE DUNNING-KRUGER EFFECTHello Cruel World:<div><br /></div><div>I have a confession. I love the Dunning-Kruger Effect. It is one of my very favorite pieces of scientific research. Since learning about it, every academic event I've attended has gone from being a borefest of pontification to a source of endless amusement. </div><div><br /></div><div>Want to know more? I won't pretend to be an expert (because if I do, and if you know about the Dunning-Kruger Effect, you'll think I'm an idiot.) So instead I will refer you to my husband's blog and his very funny cartoon.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://jonfwilkins.blogspot.com/2011/02/dunning-kruger-effect.html">Lost in Transcription: Dunning-Kruger Effect</a></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-44024634331013246672011-02-02T07:59:00.000-08:002011-02-04T12:24:26.781-08:00Exercise 1: Kill your Darlings for Fun and Profit!So here in my life in Santa Fe, I've been extremely fortunate to be involved in a writers' group that's been meeting for over ten years (I've only been involved with it for about 5 years, but still, that's a long time). Before that, I was involved in one via the Cambridge Center for Adult Education, which was also awesome, and which I dearly miss. <div><br /></div><div>But as part of my current writing group, I have to come up with some type of writing exercise every few months or so. Initially, I was not at all excited about this. It seemed like a horrible chore that I would suck at (and I hate sucking at things publicly). </div><div><br /></div><div>However, it turns out that writing writing exercises doesn't actually suck (I may suck at it, but that is for others to decide). Thinking of an interesting writing exercise turns out to be a really valuable way to think about the process of writing in general. Specifically, it makes me think about what I need to think about (if that makes sense). </div><div><br /></div><div>And because my blog is generally lacking in content (ahem), I thought I would start posting some of mine in an attempt to fill things out.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Exercise One - Kill Your Darlings for Fun and Profit:</b></div><div><br /></div><div>The revision process is hard. One could say it involves surgeon-like precision, ninja-like patience, and the complex-reasoning skills of a scientist who reasons with complexity. Or, more simply and less glamorously put, it involves taking out the stuff that isn't working and replacing it with stuff that is. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, in this writing exercise, we're going to do the opposite. Look at your work in progress. Find something that you either love or feel is working well. Now change it. </div><div><br /></div><div>The change can be simple. Take a character that is male and make him female (or vice versa). Take an old character and make him/her young. Change a character's job (instead of being a lawyer, the character is now a travel agent). You can also change a basic attribute (make a character beautiful instead of plain, tall instead of short, blonde instead of brunette, overweight instead of skinny, gay instead of straight). Take important scenes that occur outdoors and put them indoors instead. Now, see how these changes affect the entire story. </div><div><br /></div><div>Or, for bonus points, think about making a more complex change in your story. Change a pivotal decision at a pivotal moment . Change the location of your story (say from NYC to San Francisco). Have two characters that are in love be just good friends instead. Or you can change the character's past <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;">to include something that defines him/her (Now your character is divorced or widowed. Now the character was raised in Germany instead of the U.S. Now the character has an identical twin). Make the character reluctant to do something that they were eager to do before. Change the ending of the story to be the opposite of how it ends now. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;">The point of these exercises is not to make the changes permanent (although if you find something that's really working for you, then by all means go ahead an leave it in). The changes are just a way of shaking us out of the idea that we aren't in control of the universe of our book. Sometimes, we start to see aspects of the world we create as permanent and immutable because they've been part of the story for so long. It gives us a chance to see what parts of the draft are actually vital to the story, and what parts can be changed. It also lets us explore how what we like best about our story might be the very thing that is bogging it down.</span></div><div><br /></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-76714736754307415782011-01-27T08:10:00.000-08:002011-01-27T18:37:32.049-08:00More :-)Hello again, not so Cruel World<div><br /></div><div>Okay, because I am still excited...and because I just found this on Publisher's Weekly, here is another article:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><span style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:12px;">Dutton Kids Gets 'Remarkable' </span><br />In a two-book pre-empt, Nancy Conescu at Dutton Children's Books bought world English rights to Elizabeth Foley's debut novel, Remarkable. Faye Bender, of Faye Bender Literary, brokered the deal. The book follows a 10-year-old named Jane Doe who is the only "normal" person living in a town called Remarkable that is otherwise full of gifted people. According to Bender, Jane stumbles on a long-buried town secret that leaves her in a position to "decide just how remarkable she wants to be." Remarkable is slated for spring 2012.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;">Or you can see it for yourself at:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/book-news/deals/article/45867-deals-week-of-1-24-11.html">http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/book-news/deals/article/45867-deals-week-of-1-24-11.html</a></span></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-82813499975707499752011-01-25T09:10:00.000-08:002011-01-25T10:33:35.478-08:00:-)Hello (not so) Cruel World,<div><br /></div><div>Yes, I've technically been neglecting my blog again. And yes, I'm going to rely on all of the usual reasons: Christmas madness, kid out of school, flu, more flu, new puppy has destroyed everything in the entire house and I've been busy vacuuming u<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; ">p the mess, Pandora (can't stop listening), and unseasonable warm weather (which makes me devote mental energies toward being jealous of those who live on the east coast and who are not having seasonally warm weather).</span></div><div><br /></div><div>But the best reason of all I have for neglecting my blog is this one:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2s5kiWSfvHfBr24EpgpM8S9g3uoqz_o1liMD6ftMovUOKw3-I34qYn0XRQw3e4CEmgeTq2LVeLMZWqN61LIYothoWHJv8J-AlTHvA4waj2zQSGoTfFyg7qMzDtJD4ryXz-dy_qXNrLj7p/s320/IMG_3290_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566192331391429170" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, that is a picture of cupcakes. Cupcakes which my amazing agent Faye Bender sent me. There were actually more, but some of them didn't last long enough to get their pictures taken.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, if you are wondering why my agent sent me cupcakes, it's because 1) she's awesome 2) she totally gets me, and 3) she sold my book. </div><div><br /></div><div>http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/cgi-bin/dealSearch.pl?deal_terms=Foley</div><div><br /></div><div>And in case that link doesn't work, I'll just paste the relevant information here. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13.3333px;"><table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" style="font-size: 16px; "><tbody><tr><td colspan="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee" nowrap="" style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "><div class="bl06" style="font-size: 0.83em; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); padding-left: 4px; ">January 20, 2011</div></td></tr><tr><td colspan="6" nowrap="" style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><img src="http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/s.gif" width="2" height="3" alt="" /></td></tr><tr valign="top"><td colspan="2" nowrap="" height="3" style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></td><td bgcolor="#eeeef9" height="3" style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><img src="http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/s.gif" width="4" height="3" alt="" /></td><td colspan="3" height="3" style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></td></tr><tr valign="top"><td colspan="2" nowrap="" style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></td><td class="v10bl" bgcolor="#eeeef9" align="right" style="font: normal normal normal 0.83em/1.17em Verdana, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; "> Children's:<br />Middle grade </td><td style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></td><td class="v11u" style="font: normal normal normal 0.9em/125% Verdana, Geneva, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; "><div>Elizabeth Foley's debut REMARKABLE, the story of a ten-year-old, the only ordinary person in the town of Remarkable, where everyone is extraordinarily talented and extraordinarily gifted and how when the fate of the town's best-kept secrets rest in her overwhelmingly average hands, it's up to her to decide just how remarkable she wants to be, to <a class="dealmaker" href="http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/cgi-bin/dealmaker.pl?id=1976" style="text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: normal; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: initial; ">Nancy Conescu</a> at <a class="dealmaker" href="http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/cgi-bin/dealmaker.pl?id=3956" style="text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: normal; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: initial; ">Dutton Children's</a>, in a pre-empt, in a two-book deal, by <a class="dealmaker" href="http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/cgi-bin/dealmaker.pl?id=685" style="text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: normal; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: initial; ">Faye Bender</a> at <a class="dealmaker" href="http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/cgi-bin/dealmaker.pl?id=132" style="text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: normal; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: initial; ">Faye Bender Literary Agency</a> (World English).</div></td><td style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "> </td></tr><tr><td colspan="6" style="font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><img src="http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/s.gif" width="2" height="16" alt="" /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-66674975728378245892010-12-09T18:31:00.000-08:002010-12-13T07:25:07.742-08:00The Bonus Jonas of DogsHello, Cruel World,<div><br /></div><div>Okay, those who are sharp-eyed and attentive when it comes to my blog (and I am guessing that there is no one who is paying that much attention, which is fine, since I'm not paying attention either) will have undoubtedly noticed that my title had changed. <div><br /></div><div>See, it used to be called Three Dog Life, because I have three dogs, see. But over Thanksgiving, a miracle occurred. One of the dogs (inspired by the neighbor's chickens) reproduced parthenogenetically, and we found ourselves with a new puppy. Science has been beating down our doors ever since and we're going to be on Oprah with Jonathan Frazen and on the cover of Nature. </div><div><br /></div><div> Okay, not really. </div><div><br /></div><div>What really happen is that we heard about a shelter in the eastern part of the state that was planing on euthanizing all of its dogs before Thanksgiving. We got involved with a rescue group who decided to find foster families for as many dogs as they could. We've only tried to foster once before -- with Medium Dog -- and we wound up keeping him. But this time we felt strong. We could take a dog, care for it, and help it find a forever home. </div><div><br /></div><div>We got a picture of Bonus Dog before he arrived. He looked detached and angry. We also got some info: adult male hound, 45 lbs. The rescue van went and fetched him and a bunch of other dogs and brought them to Santa Fe. We went to pick Bonus Dog up. It was dark. We couldn't really see him. He was confused and scared. He was even more confused and scared when we put him in the car with us.</div><div><br /></div><div>We got him home and brought him inside. He was not an adult -- he was a skinny 6 month old puppy who should have weighed 45 lbs but weighed only 35 lbs. And he looked like a miniature clone of Big Dog. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first night was rough. Big Dog was scared of Bonus Dog. Small Dog had some sort of nervous breakdown and had to take a Xanax and go to bed early. Medium Dog turned into a snarly fiend. Bonus Dog proved his houndness by howling half the night. </div><div><br /></div><div>But by the next morning, all was well. Small, Medium, and Large Dog acted like Bonus Dog was their long lost friend. Everyone went for walks. Bonus Dog proved to have a really sweet personality. He walked around the house with a big goofy dog smile on his face and a long wagging tail (and I mean long - if this dog grows into his tail, he's going to be the size of a Shetland pony). He gave us lots of hugs too -- hugs before he went out in the yard, hugs when he came back in. </div><div><br /></div><div>And we discovered that we are not the kind of people who can take in a sweet, skinny puppy and then give him to someone else. We're keeping him. </div></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-8800711316188110342010-12-09T17:55:00.000-08:002010-12-09T19:04:06.534-08:00Well I've gone and neglected things again...Hello Cruel World! <div><br /></div><div>Did you miss me? </div><div><br /></div><div>No? You were expecting me to flake out on having a blog again? </div><div><br /></div><div>Fair enough. I've been a flake. I got busy. I couldn't think of anything to say. I got distracted by chocolate and new episodes of Modern Family. I got that Kei$ha song stuck in my head (but who didn't?) I finished up a rewrite of my book and send it to my agent, then had an existential crisis because I miss hanging out with my characters. It's weird. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I started the book, I wasn't that attached to them. I could change their names on a whim. Delete them. Replace them with new ones. Replace the new ones with newer ones. They weren't real yet. They wouldn't be real until I (finally) figured out what the story was about. </div><div><br /></div><div>By then I was bored with them, and a little irritated too. It was like I was casting a play and had hired the worst actors ever. They just stood there. They didn't seem invested in following the plot arc, interacting with each other, or creating scenes with me. They didn't care if they were funny or just funny to me. Every so often, one of them sassed me. And other characters kept showing up and wanting to do stuff that had nothing to do with the story I thought I was trying to tell. </div><div><br /></div><div>But then at the end, everyone started working together. The characters finished the story and surprised me all kinds of quirks and insights. I started to enjoy hanging out with them. My benevolence and affection toward them knew no bounds. They went off into the world and brought me back an agent (little darlings!). And now I've sent them off again to seek their fortunes...</div><div><br /></div><div>And I miss them. My book is off on a journey of its own, and after dithering around for awhile, I've started a new story. But I don't care about these new characters yet, and they are kinda boring and annoying. Their names keep changing and they can't decide with era they live in. They talk funny and they just stand around passively waiting for me to suggest something. I'm sick of them already....</div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-73196934623248537812010-09-12T07:17:00.000-07:002010-09-12T08:29:14.351-07:00Dog-sized holesSo we have a dog-sized hole in our roof awning. How it got there is part of a larger problem. <div><br /></div><div>Medium-sized dog has a couple of issues. One is that he hates dogs (this may include an element of self-loathing here, it's hard to tell). The other is that he suffers from both separation anxiety (which means he gets extremely nervous when we leave the house without him) and a completely contradictory impulse to run free in the neighborhood. <div><br /></div><div>The separation anxiety was really bad for awhile. Medium dog tore up a kennel, tore up a door, tried to throw himself through a window, chewed up the inside of our car, and howled like a banshee every time we walked out the front door. We wound up at a vet psychiatric, who put Medium Dog on prozac and gave us a rigorous training program to follow. It worked like a miracle. Within a few months, Medium Dog was much happier and we could leave the house again. </div><div><br /></div><div>But this didn't do much to fix his escape issues. He jumped our 4 ft fence easily, so we raised it to 6 ft. He went over the 6 ft. fence like it wasn't even there, so we raised it to 8 ft. This only slowed him down slightly, plus he figured out how to open the front door and let himself out. We got a different style doorknob for the front door and paid fence guys to come and put up a 10ft fence. Medium dog found the low point on the new fence and jumped over. We build up the low point and put an electric fence about 8 ft. up on the 10 ft fence. So far so good, until the day a windstorm blew the gate open.... </div><div><br /></div><div>So Medium Dog's latest trick was to push open a window on the second floor, walk across the first floor roof, then jump off the roof, crash through an awning, and land on the back porch. He wasn't hurt (thank dog) and he didn't escape (because the back porch is in the back yard, so he was still behind the fence), but it does mean that the upstairs windows will need to be locked at all times. </div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, dog containment is an ongoing project around here...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-66863621893914396032010-08-17T10:28:00.000-07:002010-08-18T09:23:45.796-07:00Reading and a readingLast weekend, Jon did a poetry reading/book signing in Los Alamos. The Kid and I drove up with him but didn't actually go to the reading - because The Kid is still a little young, and it probably wouldn't look good if he kept asking when it would be over and if it was okay for him to play on his PSP during the reading. We knew that the longer the reading took, the better it was going. And happily, the reading took a very, very long time. Jon sold lots of books and stayed to answer questions afterwards. When The Kid and I went to pick him up, he was surrounded by a group of people who were talking excitedly about his work. So very awesome.<div><br /></div><div>But while Jon was doing his reading, I took The Kid to the pond and watched as he played "Harry Potter" with a green straw from Starbucks (which served as a wand) and a paper cookie bag (which served as the Marauder's Map). My kid is playing Harry Potter games because he's reading the Harry Potter books. It's not something I could do at his age. Not even close. <div><div></div></div></div><div><br /></div> I didn't learn to read until I was eight years old. It wasn't from lack of effort on anyone's part. My parents worked with me all the time, I had excellent teachers who tried everything, and I had a deep love of books which came from having them read to me by my older sisters. <div><br /></div><div>But reading was something I couldn't do. Not until I was eight -- and somewhere in my brain something turned on and I read "Blue Bay Mystery" by Gertrude Chandler Warner all by myself (I still love that book). And within a year or two, I was reading everything I could get my hands on. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was luckier than a lot of late readers. I had a grandmother who was an elementary school teacher -- and a very good elementary school teacher at that. Her solution to the issue was simple: Take no radical steps and let me grow into the ability. Her theory (which was the correct theory as far as I was concerned) was that labeling me as a poor reader, or putting me through a rigorous and humiliating "poor reader" program was going to make me hate reading forever. It was better to let me figure it out at my own pace. And eventually I did. </div><div><br /></div><div>Which means I always have such pain when I see a parent or teacher freaking out when a kid doesn't read as well as his/her peers. Most often, I hear this kid described as lazy or stubborn -- as if the kid is choosing not to read just to thwart adults. I see parents who I normally adore become complete panicking lunatics who spend a ton of time and money on incompetent tutors and inflexible reading programs just to make sure that their kid gets up to speed. And I see schools purchase books that follow specific reading pedagogies at the expense of making stories that are actually interesting and might actually make a kid want to turn the page to see what happens next. </div><div><br /></div><div>And none of this teaches kids that learning to read is a good thing. And that is a deep, dark shame. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-5770051929926854262010-08-13T09:05:00.000-07:002010-08-13T19:10:08.294-07:00PerseidsWe'd planned on staying up late last night to watch the meteor showers -- but just as it got dark, the sky clouded up and it started to rain. So after enjoying the rainstorm for a while, we went to bed.<div><br /></div><div>Then at about 3 am, Big Dog came to wake me up. He often wakes me up in the morning because he really likes breakfast and thinks that early breakfast is even better than regular breakfast. So, as I was getting ready to explain to him (in a yelling sort of way) that 3 am was not an acceptable breakfast time, I suddenly realized that he wasn't asking for food. Something was making him nervous.</div><div><br /></div><div>That something turned out to be a coyote that was yipping somewhere down in the arroyo behind our house. The coyote sounded close, but they often sound close when they aren't. I went out on the back porch where I could listen better. There was another coyote, much farther away, yipping back. The clouds had cleared, and the sky was full of stars -- some of them shooting.</div><div><br /></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-54891845745948179362010-08-07T21:47:00.000-07:002010-08-10T11:45:26.424-07:00When You Reach MeSo I recently finished the book WHEN YOU REACH Me by Rebecca Stead. The fact that I loved it pales in comparison to the fact that it won a Newberry and totally deserved it. I could tell you about the book's cleverness, the fabulousness of its homage to the broccoli in A WRINKLE IN TIME, the details in the story (like the naked man) which seem like simple background material but which are actually important. Or I could talk about the ending, which is a happy one, but only just. The story is built around the prevention of one single event, which means we're left to speculate what would have happened if that event wasn't prevented. <div><br /></div><div><div>My 11 year old niece adores this book. And she is not, in general, an adorer of books. I'm pretty sure I would have loved it too as a kid. But even if it had been available, I probably wouldn't have touched it. <div><div><br /></div><div> <div>When I was little, someone (maybe one of my sisters, or a neighbor kid, or perhaps an imaginary friend), explained to me to watch out for the Newberry Medal. It was a sure sign that a book was so terrible that only adults would like it. I wasn't the only kid in school who felt like this, either. No matter how hard the elementary school librarian pushed books like "Up a Road Slowly" or "Sounder" or "Summer of the Swans," we stayed away. So while I read lots and lots of books growing up, I have very little experience with Newberry prize winners.</div><div><br /></div><div>Would that I could go back in time and leave a note for myself explaining that I'd been misinformed about the Newberry. Also, I could tell myself to stay home sick during the week in 5th grade when Mrs. Evans read the end of "Where the Red Fern Grows" to the class, because the last part of that book is a trauma that I have never recovered from. And if I'm going to go to the trouble of time-traveling to leave myself a note about the Newberrys, I might as well leave myself a copy of "When You Reach Me" too -- so maybe it did exist when I was a kid and I did read it after all.</div><div><br /></div><div>And if you want to know why I'm suddenly going on and on about time travel, you're gonna have to read "When You Reach Me" for yourself. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-15437072966273366312010-08-04T12:17:00.001-07:002010-08-05T19:58:06.204-07:00What I write withFountain pens are archaic and messy and expensive and kind of a pain, which is maybe why I love them. <div><br /></div><div>Christmas before last, I received my first fountain pen as a gift from a writer friend. It was a disposable one that came with a lovely notebook - and I promptly threw it in a drawer and forgot about it. At the time, I was really into gel pens. But, for whatever reason, me and gel pens don't play well together -- unless gel pens are supposed to explode/break/leak/stop writing after they've been used twice. And while gel pens are not expensive, the price for them adds up when you have to replace them all the d@mn time. <div><div><div><br /></div><div>So when the last gel pen in a pack of gel pens self-destructed, and I was forced to fish the disposable fountain pen out of its drawer. And I loved it. It wrote such a beautiful, clear, legible line. And it did not smear. I decided that I needed to buy a non-disposable one. So I went online and that's where the trouble started...</div></div><div><br /></div><div>You can spend a lot for a fountain pen -- and by a lot I mean more than I would spend on a car. I went a different direction. I bought a few really cheap ones. They wrote beautifully. Then it seemed silly not to get a few more -- until somehow I found myself with two mugs worth of fountain pens of all different shapes and styles. And once I had that many fountain pens, it was absolutely necessary that I start buying lots of different colors of bottled ink with names like Dragon's Napalm, Baystate Blue, Vert Empire, Squeteague, Fuyu-Gaki, and Dark Matter. And my fountain pens need to be cleaned and maintained and positioned correctly so they start well. I love it. It's just so much more fun than gel pens. </div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>And I get to walk around with ink all over my hands, which makes me feel all clever and writerly. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-49142199591163468862010-08-02T19:14:00.000-07:002010-08-02T19:42:15.478-07:00Three Dog LifeSo, I have three dogs. They are all three years old. The first one is Small Dog. She is mine. I picked her out on PetFinder.com and then tricked my husband Jon into letting me adopt her. By "tricked," I mean I said "I'm going to get a puppy" and he said "Oh cool." We went up to meet her at her foster mom's and it was love at first sight. On my part. She was much more in love with her foster mom and her foster mom's dog. <div><br /></div><div>Big Dog came next. We got him because Small Dog was bored. This time I tricked Jon by saying "Hey, I'm just running down to the animal shelter to look around, okay?" He said "You're planning on getting another dog, aren't you?" and I said "No. Of course not. But you should come with me and bring Small Dog too because the people at the shelter want to introduce Small Dog to the dog I picked out. Also, you have to co-sign the forms." And he said "Oh cool." So we took Small Dog to the shelter and introduced her to the dog I picked out. Small Dog and the dog I picked out hated each others' guts. The shelter said taking the dog I picked out home would be a bad idea and promised to find her a different home with no Small Dogs that hated her. Then the kid, who has inherited some of my fine dog-getting skills, announced he'd gone and picked out a different dog for us to take home. This was Big Dog. But then, Big Dog was a teeny, tiny dog. Small Dog loved him. We took the little tiny dog home with us. Then he grew. And grew. And grew into a huge, sweet, clumsy Big Dog. Big Dog is Jon's. </div><div><br /></div><div>Medium Dog showed up in the front yard. Me and the kid were out gardening. The kid suddenly said "Hey Mom, look at me!" I looked. He had his arms around Medium Dog. "Can we keep him?" he said. "Huh, can we? Can we?" "Ummm," I answered. </div><div><br /></div><div>Medium Dog was skinny. He was limping. He was hungry. He had skin problems. Medium Dog had apparently been running loose in the neighborhood for awhile. Jon wasn't home, so I brought Medium Dog inside and tried to figure out how to convince Jon that we'd always had three dogs. So, Jon comes home and finds Medium Dog in the kitchen. He's not fooled by my attempts to pass Medium Dog off as a heretofore undiscovered feature of our house -- like the cans and cans of tomatoes we'd found hidden in the storage shed (or the liquor in the secret hiding place in the closet, but that's a story for another day). "The kid found him," I said finally, cleverly trying to share the blame. "Oh cool," Jon said. And so Medium Dog became the kid's dog. </div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-56432445509112401952010-08-02T16:14:00.000-07:002010-08-03T07:26:22.991-07:00Dreams and Other Round and Fragile ThingsSo I officially have an agent now for the middle grade novel that I've been working on. I can't really explain how excited I am (and how excited I am to be with this particular agent), so I'm not going to try. <div><br /></div><div>Instead, I will tell you about my dreams. They've been about chickens. Specifically the next door neighbor's chickens. </div><div><br /></div><div>The next door neighbors, who are absolutely divine, got chickens earlier this year. We don't notice them much, but the dogs do. Big Dog is pretty sure they are evil chickens. Don't get me wrong, Big Dog is 75 lbs worth of tough (ha!). He eats McNuggets for breakfast (whenever it is an option). But the living, breathing, moving McNuggets next door have left him feeling a bit upset. When they cackle, he howls and asks if he can come inside. </div><div><br /></div><div>So anyway, the divine neighbors brought us a bunch of eggs. And we put them in the fridge. And every time I go to sleep, I dream that the eggs hatch and I suddenly have half a dozen chickens of my own to raise. Even in the dream, this isn't easy. We have lots and lots of coyotes in these parts, and lots of other things that would happily eat chickens (including, probably, Medium Dog and Small Dog). And then there is the fact that I don't cook much, so I use about two eggs a year. And in my dream, the eggs keep coming and keep hatching. And finally, I am forced to build a chicken coop fortress out of cinderblocks and cement to keep the chickens safe from the coyotes, and also to keep Big Dog safe from the chickens. </div><div><br /></div><div>I should probably mention that the divine neighbors don't have a rooster, so realistically these eggs aren't going to hatch. Unless the rumors about parthenogenetic chickens are true....</div><div><br /></div><div>But all of this is my roundabout way of saying that I have an agent for my middle-grade novel. And sometimes my dreams do come true, just hopefully not the one about the chickens. </div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-66844414249050830592010-08-02T12:52:00.000-07:002010-08-02T13:39:43.629-07:00FLASHCARDS OF DOOM!!!!!!I try to be a good mom, I do. But every once in a while, my best efforts backfire. So, the kid had been kind of interested in the multiplication tables this summer -- and I, never being one to miss one of those "teachable moments" I've heard so much about in the parenting magazines, rushed out to buy him a set of flash cards.<div><br /></div><div>Only I appear to have accidentally purchased the FLASHCARDS OF DOOM. These flashcards are so dangerous that they will not only teach your kid math, but they will also risk his life and limb in ways previously unimagined! </div><div><br /></div><div>These flashcards are so bada$$ that they came with their own "CAUTION MESSAGE". I kid you not. The message reads, in part:</div><div><br /></div><div>DO NOT LEAVE YOUR CHILD UNATTENDED WHEN USING THESE FLASH CARDS! </div><div><br /></div><div>(You might wonder why, as I did. Well, it's because...)</div><div><br /></div><div>THROWING OR SWING THE CARDS AROUND MAY BE DANGEROUS AND CAUSE INJURY!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>DO NOT STAND OR STEP ON THE CARDS. DOING SO MAY CAUSE INJURY FROM SLIPPAGE!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>The flashcards also came with the world's most dangerous pen. A pen so dangerous that its</div><div><br /></div><div>CAP AND OTHER SMALL PARTS MAY INDUCE CHOKING. </div><div><br /></div><div>I should take a moment to point out that there are no other small parts in this flashcard set, so I assume they mean small parts in general. Also, the pen cap is tiny. You could totally swallow it without choking. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>It also suggests that supervising parents should</div><div><br /></div><div>PLEASE USE SPECIAL CAUTION WITH LEFT-HANDED CHILDREN. I don't know what kind of special caution here, but being left-handed myself -- and knowing that we lefties are rare-and-thus-valuable, I applaud this. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I'm off to contact the appropriate authorities to get statistics on flashcard-related emergency room visits. </div><div><br /></div><div>And people say math is boring. </div><div><br /></div>LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5116513056745714502.post-39171354455185925552010-08-01T20:49:00.000-07:002010-08-01T20:58:37.217-07:00My Neglected BlogI love to write, but I don't seem to like to writing blogs much. To say I've been neglecting this blog is understating things. I first had the bright idea of starting a blog in 2008. I reserved this blog with my name on it with the full intention of doing something with it. And then I didn't. And I didn't for so long that I completely forgotten I had it.<br /><br />So, last week I had the bright idea to start a blog. So I went to blogspot and tried to reserve a blog with my name on it. BUT SOMEONE HAD ALREADY TAKEN IT!!!!! How could this be? The world is a big place, but not so big that someone else should have already taken MY BLOG. <br /><br />And then, yeah, I figured it all out. It was me all along.LizzieKFoleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08330996146635535485noreply@blogger.com0