Writing in the Fog


At last week’s writing critique group, one of our members brought in this quote. “Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”  — E. L. Doctorow

It was applicable to what I am working on right now—the third book in my Caribbean romantic suspense series. It’s been ten years since the last book (Circle of Dreams) and it often feels like I am driving in the fog. So it was heartening to hear a writer like E.L. Doctorow remind me that the whole book can be written that way. Then perhaps the sun will illuminate the second draft.

I now know how the third book ends, but getting there is still kinda foggy. I just have to keep writing.

Getting Into the Zone

market umbrellas

In our last Working Writers Forum one of the members talked about getting into the zone with his writing. He said when he was in that place he seamlessly moved forward. Wikipedia gives this definition: zone is the mental state of operation in which a person performing an activity is fully immersed in a feeling of energized focus, full involvement, and enjoyment in the process of the activity.

I’m working on the third book in my Caribbean romantic suspense series, but getting in the zone has been difficult. In part because it has been ten years since I wrote the last of book. It’s set in the Caribbean on the island of St. Lucia. We had a home there for many years and I was on the island frequently. It was easy for me to imagine the settings, the smells, the sounds. We sold that house about the time the second book in the series was published. It’s harder to get into the Caribbean zone now.

My other problem is that my zone doesn’t happen all in one stretch. It comes and goes. Something like what happens to our Direct TV when we have a heavy rainstorm. This morning at my yoga class we settled into savasana, the deep relaxation at the end of the class. Suddenly I was in St. Lucia, in the Castries market place on a busy Saturday morning. This was not relaxing! I walked through the outside venders, past women under colorful umbrellas, piles of produce arranged around them. Past the fish guy, his cart full of this morning’s catch. Inside the market building, I headed for a booth in a dark corner where an old woman was selling herbs and bush remedies. I seemed to know where I was going. Clearly this was a scene I’m supposed to put in the book. Bush medicine is part of the story. But, accessing the zone during savasana?  Hello, Brain. You are not cooperating.

Why can’t I be more in the zone when I’m at my computer? Why do those moments seem to happen in the middle of a steamy shower, at 3 in the morning when I’m snugged into a warm bed, or on a long walk when I’m a mile from the house with no paper or pen in my pocket? It’s probably left and right brain issues. I’m wondering how I can make my computer space more Caribbean. Maybe that would help get my zone on a more reliable schedule.

My Critique Group

Last night was the monthly meeting of my critique group, the Working Writer’s Forum, that both Laura and I belong to. It’s where we met and started working together. For the last five years almost all of my writing has been done with Laura and most of it has been screenplays.

script notations

Since Laura has been very busy with her day job, I recently pulled out the first chapters of the third novel in my Caribbean series. I last worked on it almost seven years ago, but like to think I am a better writer now, so I submitted the first 25 pages to the group.

One of our rules is that you have to say some nice things before you make helpful suggestions. So my writing friends said some nice things, and then pointed out that I had forgotten some fundamental rules and made some beginner mistakes.

“I don’t know what these characters look like,” one of my critique group said. Of course I knew what they all looked like. They’d already been in two books. How could I have forgotten to describe Lissa and Yvie except to say they had green eyes?

Another reminded me that “she said” suffices most of the time. Descriptions of how someone says something is not usually needed.

“How about something more exciting in the first couple of pages, a hook for the reader,” a third person suggested. I thought I had a hook, but obviously it was too many pages into the first chapter.

As we went around the able, a number of the group noted some problems with dialogue so I went searching for help. The Writer’s Digest had some suggestions on their website.

“If you want to learn how to write effective dialogue, study the best plays and films. If possible, study dialogue both in performance (live or video) and in print. Read plays and screenplays to get the feel of writing on the page.

And, in the best scripts, what writing it is—pure dialogue unadulterated by music, actor expression, pictures, or narrative transition supplied by an author. Read it aloud to get a flavor of the emotion contained within the word choice made by the writer of the screenplay. Playwrights and screenwriters who succeed at their craft are probably the best writers of dialogue you can study. By looking at such refined gold, you can learn more than from any ten books that tell you how to write dialogue.”

Well, duh, Laura and I have been writing dialogue for several years now. I should be able to do this better. I am grateful to my critique group for letting me know there are things I need to attend to. The pages I sent for last night’s meeting were a reworking of what I had written all those years ago. I need to scrap that version and start from scratch.

When our moderator called for submissions for our next meeting, I said I’d like to submit a reworked draft of my novel’s opening pages. That gives me a goal with a deadline…thanks to my critique group the Working Writer’s Forum.



Final Draft Big Break Contest

Laura got an email yesterday that we are among the quarter-finalists for the 2014 Final Draft, Inc. Big Break Contest. We are among the top 10% of almost 7,000 entries. Final Draft said, “There were many excellent scripts entered this year but these scripts rose to the top. We congratulate these writers on their accomplishment.”


Our entry, Proto, is a high concept, one hour procedural drama, which centers on an ensemble team of engineers who create nature inspired robotic prototypes and provide outside forensics for public and private bots gone wrong.

We were inspired to write the script after reading about the exploding world of biomimetic robots – hummingbird surveillance bots, eco fish-bots that analyze water, snake-bots that locate earthquake victims and a large dog-like robot that can be used in combat to carry heavy loads.

You can watch Big Dog in action on YouTube. It’s terrifying. While I was watching that video again, another creation by Boston Dynamics showed up and I had to watch it too. Check out this creature galloping at high speed. Now they just need to figure out how to make it quiet. Can you imagine an army of these coming at you on a battlefield?

The semifinalists of Final Draft’s Big Break Contest will be announced in late October, the top 10 finalists in features and television in early November, the top 5 in mid-November, and the winners in both feature and TV in December. The Grand Prize winners in features and TV will be revealed at the 10th Annual Final Draft Awards in February.

Eleven winners will share cash, prizes, and the New York Film Academy Writing Fellowship with a total value over $80,000. Past winners who scored representation with A-list executives have seen their scripts optioned, sold, and produced.

We’ve been quarter-finalists in contests before so we aren’t breaking out the champagne yet, but to get this far, in the Final Draft contest, is amazing.

Download Speeds. Bah, humbug!

Ten year ago I never gave a thought to download speeds. I’m not sure I even knew what they were. Now I know more than I want to, and the bottom line is mine suck.

We have Verizon DSL which in the past has seemed okay. We live in a rural area of the Eastern Shore of Maryland and DSL was better than the dial-up I had when we first got on line with email.

Our download speeds seem to have gotten slower and slower over the last six months and I finally had our Staples tech guy, Travis, out to take a look yesterday. I thought it might be our router, my computer, something I’d done to the mechanics of my set-up. Why I would even think it might be something I had done is a whole other blog post. When I was in therapy years ago, I actually did figure out why I “rush to guilt”, but knowing and not going there don’t always mesh.

Anyway, Travis checked everything out and the problem is the incredibly slow dsl. 2.5 megabits per second. He said it should be at least 25 megabits per second. I had Verizon on the phone to talk to Travis while he was here and they were totally unhelpful. Their tech person didn’t seem to know the difference between megabits and megabytes. The final conclusion was that’s the best I can expect because of where I live.

I wouldn’t have worried about it so much except that I’m responsible for the Bay to Ocean Writers Conference website and most days can’t get on Homestead to fix it. The other afternoon, by some fluke, I was able to get on and make most of the needed changes to the website. As dinner hour approached, I told my husband it was a YOYO night (You’re On Your Own). I knew if I logged off, I might not be able to get back on for a week. Then at the end I got a message that my changes couldn’t be saved. I opened a bottle of wine.

However, the next time I was able to get on, the changes were still there. I am grateful for small and large miracles. This was a big one.

I have been checking options. I have two. Cable (Atlantic Broadband) or a hotspot. I’m probably going to give Atlantic Broadband a try since there is no contract and no caps on downloads. If that doesn’t resolve the problem, I may try a hotspot. Or move to Easton where Travis tells me Easton Utilities has good internet connection service.

None of these problems were on my radar fifteen years ago. Has my life improved? As a writer,  having Google to use for research is incredible, but spiking my blood pressure may not be a good trade, so I called Atlantic Broadband and they will send somebody out to see if we can get hooked up. Just internet. Not doing phone or cable with them. They got lousy reviews when I googled them.

Homestead.com Is Making Me Crazy

I’ve spent the last couple of days cursing Homestead.com. That’s the host of the Bay to Ocean Writers Conference website that I manage. I’m working on the page for the 2015 conference to be held February 28, 2015.

The problem with Homestead is that it is taking forever to bring up the site. I can log in to my account, select the website I want to work on and then have to wait for an hour for the page I want to work on to load. I’ve been able to get on a couple of times to work on it, but the site now has the annoying habit of shutting itself down if I leave it for too long. It used to load quickly and I could leave it on the bottom of my screen if I needed to fold a load of clothes from the dryer.

This afternoon I kept a kitchen timer with me so I checked my computer every five minutes to see if the page had loaded. I finally gave up when I needed to be in the kitchen to cook dinner. The page had been loading for over 45 minutes. It might be our Verizon DSL on the Eastern Shore. Some afternoons it just craps out. I suppose because too many people are at work looking at porn.

Last week I called the tech people at Homestead. They suggested I clear my browser cache and cookies. I did that but it didn’t help. I suppose I will have to call again or go to “the community” for help. The problem is that most days I can’t get to the page where the Help icon is shown.

My goal is to have the BTO 2015 page ready to publish on the website by September 1. That gives me time to contact the conference faculty and let them proof the descriptions of their sessions and their bios. Registration for the conference begins October 1 and I like to be ready long before the deadline. In the meantime I am totally frustrated and eating more cookies than I should.

Writing Like Stephen King

One of my favorite books is Stephen King’s On Writing: a Memoir of the Craft. King talks about how most of his books were written when he was drunk or high – or both – and listening to heavy metal music at ear splitting decibels.

Stephen King

Laura and I wondered if we could write better if we followed King’s writing process and tried writing under the influence. There are always places in our scripts where we put an MB (make better) or MF (make funnier.) This was an hypothesis that needed to be tested. We already had a control of sorts as we’ve completed quite a few scripts without any drugs or alcohol.

We ruled out the heavy metal music. Intrinsic to our writing process is that we talk to each other; loud music would make that a problem. We also ruled out drugs. Too risky and we didn’t know where to get them anyway. Although as I’ve talked to several people about writing this blog post, a surprising number of them told me they have had a ‘connection.’ Who knew!

That left us with alcohol. I just have to open my wine fridge, and, if Laura prefers a martini, the ingredients are already on the bar.

Now we have the means, but logistical problems present themselves. Laura usually comes to my house for our writing sessions. She can’t drive home under the influence. That would be totally irresponsible. I was recounting our dilemma to my husband and he said if we really wanted to pursue this experiment, he would pick up Laura and drive her home. (He is remarkably supportive of my writing, whatever the process, and I know he is much too nice to make a YouTube video of us being silly and post it online.)

As for me, two glasses of wine and I fall asleep which might not be conducive to inspired writing. This plan was beginning to remind me of my woman’s conciousness raising group from the 70’s. This was back when the head of NIH (National Institutes of Health) was saying cocaine was okay. Somebody in my woman’s group came up with the bright idea that our group should try cocaine. We debated that issue for a year. I suppose it took that long because any topic we decided to talk about always circled back to our mothers. Anyway, we finally decided we had talked about it so much that actually doing it held no allure, so we didn’t.

Laura and I haven’t talked the writing a la Stephen King thing to death yet, but we might be getting close. I’ll keep you posted.