Four Drafts and Counting…

Edited Manuscript - iStock_000008245569XSmallI am finalizing my fourth draft of my novel, Provenance. The first draft, of which I was extremely proud and actually sent out to agents, was atrocious. I wrote the second draft after a kind and knowledgeable literary agent gave me feedback on my first draft (thank you Miriam). I hired a developmental editor to read and comment on the second draft and while it was better I had more work to do.

The third draft was a slavish concession to every comment the developmental editor made on the second manuscript, including to turn my too-long novel into two novels. I tried, but the separation did not feel right for me or my characters.

I am currently working on the fourth draft. Trusting my writer instincts, I am putting the book back together with a much leaner profile. The exercise of having torn the tome asunder has actually made the book better. In addition to working on my manuscript I have faithfully attended my writers group and I’ve taken writing classes with authors like Barbara Esstman and Con Lehane, to better hone my craft. I have read more than 70 books – some on the craft of writing, some fiction, all an education and thank goodness for Goodreads otherwise I would have lost track by now. At four drafts and counting, I’m a better writer, writing a better book.

According to author Louis Sachar, I have two more drafts to go. In a recent talk at the 92Y in New York that was reported in GalleyCat, Sachar said that an author must “always be willing to rewrite.” He shared that each of his books typically required him to write six drafts – three or four for plot and character development and in the last two drafts he adds the artistry. It is nice to know that I am not unique in realm of revision. After craft comes art, one draft at a time.

For the Love of Books

Our Book Shelf 10px canvasCharles Blow’s New York Times column today, Reading Books Is Fundamental, is every book lover’s story. If you are lucky, then you too have a favorite memory of the day you knew your love of books would last a lifetime. My parents were journalists and avid readers. My husband’s parents were educators and rabid readers so in our family, books and the love of books, passed from generation to generation to generation.

Our children knew that their parents might say no to a toy but never to a book and did they ever take advantage. Now that they are buying their own books, they still cannot resist the Siren call of a new volume. In our family, books are the favorite gift to give and to receive. We have long ago run out of space on our book shelves and our Kindles are jam-packed with virtual editions; but the pursuit and the sharing of knowledge and understanding through the written word continues unabated. Thank goodness!

Recently, my husband, Granville, and I started a new relationship with books, we are now authors. Our books make their debut this year – his nonfiction and mine fiction. While not as much fun as reading a good book by the fire, writing has its own satisfaction. If we prove to be as prolific authors as we are readers, this love affair with books may finally be out of control.

Inspiration and Appreciation

Author Barbara Esstman has been a steadfast inspiration and supporter since I took her Advanced Novel and Memoir class at the Writers Center in 2007. I just received this wonderful little video from the Writers Center featuring Barbara. In it she shares what inspired her to write. I am grateful to whomever gave her the inspiration to put words on paper, because they inspired her, she has inspired so many of us will-be authors. Thanks Barbara!

Why The EMMYs Are Like Potato Salad

Potato salad

Last night’s EMMYs reminded me of the way my mother used to make potato salad. All the ingredients – potatoes, mayo and onion – were white so before she served it, she would sprinkle on a little paprika or add some parsley then serve it in a colorful bowl.  None of the garnishes added anything to the flavor of the salad; it was just there for appearance. That’s what watching the EMMYs was like last night – all white with a little Don Cheadle, Kerry Washington and Diane Carroll sprinkled on for color. The commercials were more diverse that the audience, the presenters or the shows nominated.

How is it that in 2013 the television industry has managed to remain potato salad white when there are so many talented actors of color – all colors – and stories about America’s diverse culture available to add spice to the current bland buffet?  Throw in some purple or red skin potatoes and yams; season it up with Asian five spice, black pepper, mustard, hot sauce, and a little garam masala. Serve it up in colorful bowl. Even my mother knew that the more colorful the dish, the more we’d enjoy it. In television terms, increase the relevance, and possibly increase the audience. Is it any wonder that television viewing numbers are dropping in all demos year-over-year?

I can’t identify with an America that doesn’t look like America; if television isn’t even remotely broadcasting my reality then I’m probably not going to watch. That’s why I turned off the EMMYs in disgust last night. Sadly or stupidly I can’t tell which, last night’s EMMY broadcast proved that 50 years later in TV Land, Martin Luther King’s dream is still just a dream.

Seems Like Old Times

bigotry and tolerance“There’s something wrong when a person can go to work, be subject to intolerance or abuse and have it be ignored and accepted by colleagues as part of the job.”
Sachin H. Jain, MD, MBA

Provenance, my novel, deals the effects of race and racism on three generations of a family. Provenance moves between the early part of the 20th Century when segregation and overt discrimination were the rule rather than the exception and  present day where my characters still face racism as a raw fact of life in America. Seems like old times when a recent article in the New York Times about the abuse of bigotry and intolerance is as relevant today as it was 200 years ago. Today the targets of discrimination today may be more varied but racial intolerance has the same impact.

Art or Soup, Soup or Art

In Jane Wagner‘s 1985 masterpiece, “Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe,” Lily Tomlin embodies characters with still relevaniStock_000001933707Smallt questions about how our society got where it is and where the hell we are headed. What is inspired and what is simply insipid?

Wagner’s script and Tomlin’s performance nail that question with Trudy, a homeless bag lady, as she ponders art is our society by holding up two found objects – a can of Campbell’s soup and an Andy Warhol Campbell Soup print. “Soup or art, art or soup?” she asks looking back and forth between the two.

I had the same dilemma when I saw a recent story today on Tida Swinton’s performance piece at MoMA – she is sleeping in a glass box in a gallery, is that art or is it soup? Soup or art? Like Trudy I’m gonna have to ponder this but I’m thinking Swinton’s performance would go well with crackers.