Wednesday, February 16, 2011

THE DUNNING-KRUGER EFFECT

Hello Cruel World:

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.

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.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Exercise 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.

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).

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).

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.

Exercise One - Kill Your Darlings for Fun and Profit:

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

More :-)

Hello again, not so Cruel World

Okay, because I am still excited...and because I just found this on Publisher's Weekly, here is another article:

Dutton Kids Gets 'Remarkable'
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.

Or you can see it for yourself at:

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

:-)

Hello (not so) Cruel World,

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 up 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).

But the best reason of all I have for neglecting my blog is this one:


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.

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.

http://www.publishersmarketplace.com/cgi-bin/dealSearch.pl?deal_terms=Foley

And in case that link doesn't work, I'll just paste the relevant information here.

January 20, 2011
Children's:
Middle grade
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 Nancy Conescu at Dutton Children's, in a pre-empt, in a two-book deal, by Faye Bender at Faye Bender Literary Agency (World English).


Thursday, December 9, 2010

The Bonus Jonas of Dogs

Hello, Cruel World,

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.

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.

Okay, not really.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Well I've gone and neglected things again...

Hello Cruel World!

Did you miss me?

No? You were expecting me to flake out on having a blog again?

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.

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.

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.

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...

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....

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Dog-sized holes

So we have a dog-sized hole in our roof awning. How it got there is part of a larger problem.

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.

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.

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....

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.

So yes, dog containment is an ongoing project around here...