November 7, 2006
Speak to me
What do you think of when you hear: “You really need to pick up a craft book before you submit anything else.”
Go ahead - think about that for a minute, I’ll wait
…
I told my mother this was a comment on a contest entry I got back at the beginning of this year. She asked me, “Macramé or witch?” (seriously she did – you may think I am making this up…)
I sat dumbfounded for a moment. “Beg pardon?”
“You said craft book, I thought you meant…”
“No, mother, the contest judge was talking about a how-to-write book. Craft – the art of writing – book.” I knew what that person - though sorely mistaken - meant.
If you heard that, would you have known what I was talking about? Of course you would. You’d probably say did you use On Writing or some such. Not that the judge was in anyway correct about my entry – as I might have failed to mentioned, save a few typos – I write perfect prose, intelligent introspection, corruptible copulation and delectable dialogue – she must have been PMSing that day and couldn’t stand the competition from me (hehehehe – see, can I spin a fictitious tale or what?!?!?)
Which lends the question, do writes have a speak all their own?
Yep!
Tell me the last time you heard POV in a conversation. Voice. GMC. Or heard someone mention head-hopping that didn’t involve a heavily medicated dude in a pretty white jacket that latches in the back.
Give me your best writer’s speak that made someone tilt their head at you and step two paces away and I will pick one person to receive a nifty pair of chenille socks – oh you know the ones – there are warm and toasty and with the fall in full trip mode they will come in handy (or tootsie – HA!)
***(for those who regularly read my personal blog – thank you so very much and you may recognize this from last Spring – I apologize for the repeat but as I am in the throes of Nano, my brain has a limited function ability – but look at it this way – you get a chance to win a pair of socks for participating!)



They are wonderful socks (waving “Hi” Cece - I owe you an email). Since I don’t have anyone to really speak “writer” with, I have nothing to add. BUT, I have turned a few heads at Borders when Bebo and I talked about the aspects of using arsenic or another such poisoning to kill someone …
Funny enough Dennie I’ve had this happen to me too. A contest judge told me I needed a craft book on writing romance. Too bad I’d already sold the book
(bitch)
*waves to Bailey* Hi sweets!!!!! I don’t speak writer stuff to non-writers. They don’t get it
Wait a minute…..let me ammend that. I don’t KNOW a lot of non-writers IRL (in real life) either, but I just don’t talk writing with family period.
LOL Bailey - Sandy and I were having lunch having a plotting session for a 12000 word novella and she blurts out “Are we gonna have time for sex?”
I think it was all I could do not to spit my drink across the table at her…
of course she meant in the story but the two guys at the next table… don’t think we could have convinced them if we tried
Amie - no joke!
I never get to use writerspeak either, unless it’s one-on-one e-mail to another writer.
The people I spend the most time with, unfortunately, are the ones I work with. And their idea of conversation consists of “I ain’t doin’ shit–get me a union stewart”, “what’re we havin’ for lunch today?”, and “did you hear what that bitch said?!”
LOL Raine!!!!!!
Raine - talk to me any time you want to
as for the co-workers
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LOL RAINE!
Yeah I don’t talk “writer speak” to non-writers either. I get a lot of questions, though, about writing from non-writers. “Well, how long does it take you to write a book?” As long as it takes. Sometimes five years.
Anyway - I’ve had conversations with writers over lunch/dinner/drinks/whatever where we discussed the fine art of trying to kill someone off. Or an unusual place to have sex. I remember there was a time in particular where we were discussing our plots when the waiter walked up and gave us the oddest look. Yeah, I bet he though we were seriously plotting to have sex with someone and then kill him off.
“head-hopping? what? does someone have lice around here???” all panicky
the socks sound nice.
HA! Melissa - hey send me your snail mail addy and I will send you a pair of sock! (my e-mails is in the ‘about the chicas’ page)
Thanks! and enjoy the socks (I have two pair I can’t give up ’cause they are sooooo great!)