tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86009705861740792012024-02-07T08:42:44.128-08:00Kinda going with the flowI love writing, have been writing and am attempting to Go with the Flow rather than Make It Happen.Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-20661952646205843322012-06-04T08:24:00.000-07:002012-06-04T08:24:07.478-07:00The Time ThingAbout the time thing... finding time to write... living the lives we need to live... taking care of responsibilities... I don't want to go to scarcity thinking. No matter what we're doing, our time here is limited. We know that.<br />
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I have faith that the newish job is the right thing for me right now, and I'm wondering if having less time to write might also be the right thing for my writing.<br />
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The main character of the WIP has been surprising me. He's been louder, more direct and changing in ways I hadn't envisioned. For me, right now, I'm wondering if he's growing, morphing, rounding out, becoming a better, fuller character because I'm spending less time on him. Jeb has more space to grow. <br />
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We'll see how this goes. For right now, I'm enjoying the surprises.<br />
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How about you – do ever have a sense that some of the best time for developing a character is time away from writing?<br />
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<i>(view from home... space...)</i>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-10667368478040012082012-05-24T07:48:00.000-07:002012-05-24T07:48:18.622-07:00Realignment... still with coconutLast year, while considering people to come onto a project, one friend tried to dissuade us from someone because he had too much going on. "No. He's perfect," said another. "Those with the most going on know how to get things done."At the time I paused and considered the wisdom. A year later, I hope to see that truth.<br />
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My cool 20 hour/week job has become 30 hours. All's good, the communications work for homeless families important, the people I've met amazing.<br />
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My YA fiction writing... I generally start days with an hour of writing and I've been meeting my realigned goal of a chapter every two weeks instead of every one. And my <a href="http://robertswriting.blogspot.com/2011/12/coconut.html" target="_blank">coconut coffee</a> has become sacred. Early Tuesday morning I grind the beans and cinnamon the coconut milk for a longer pre-work writing session. And Saturday... a long luxurious morning to afternoon of writing. <br />
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It's interesting how we structure our writing lives. I love writing. Even when I'm stuck, it's relaxing. And the coconut coffee... It keeps bringing me back to my writing table. <br />
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What do you do to keep you at the writing table?<br />
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(not coconut coffee, but still...)<br />
<br />Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-50141337843709297832012-04-11T16:38:00.000-07:002012-04-11T22:37:14.693-07:00Time, Space & EnthusiasmI hadn't planned on taking a break... but now it's four months since my last post. Life happens... And because of that writing happens.<br />
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A fantastic agency that provides housing to homeless families asked me to do part-time communications. Seriously, a fantastic agency. We recently received a letter from a kid happy to live in a house because now he can shower and he no longer smells at school and he has friends.<br />
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Much of my work these days is for the agency, but the enthusiasm from that work is contagious. I thought ROMEO, ROMEO was finished, but I've gone turbo on a rewrite and a new query. And I'm jazzed to be back at JEB KNOWS. And <a href="http://ourspiritnow.org/" target="_blank">Our Spirit</a> marketing gallops in new directions.<br />
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I love enthusiasm. Communications on behalf of parents and kids who have been homeless, writing for the YA audiences who will someday read my work, building the Our Spirit audience... it all works together.<br />
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Time, space and enthusiasm... I think I'd put those on my coat of arms if I had one.<br />
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<br />Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-22542981519122990412012-01-18T11:11:00.000-08:002012-01-23T09:24:52.033-08:00And Now?My two year blogging anniversary is almost here, so I'm asking... And now? Where am I? What have I learned?<br />
<ul><li>Give it time. Last spring I queried ROMEO, ROMEO, then let the novel rest for a few months. When I went back, I could see it needed tightening. </li>
<li> Say only what needs to be said. </li>
<li>Have faith. Truth is, I thought I'd be closer to publication. Isn't that what we usually think? What keeps us going? </li>
<li>Write every morning.</li>
<li>Get little things out of the way.</li>
<li>Listen. I started two new websites this year, neither which I'd planned, but which seemed to ask to be cultivated, <a href="http://www.gotbetternow.com/" target="_blank">GOT BETTER</a> and <a href="http://robertguthrienow.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">ROBERT GUTHRIE III</a>. </li>
<li>Love the process. Writing helps me feel alive. </li>
</ul>Now I'm off to write. Planting seeds, nurturing, weeding, pruning, harvesting... the whole deal.<br />
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<ul><li>Finish epilogue short stories of six characters from the ROMEO, ROMEO novel, January</li>
<li>Write a chapter a week of the novel, JEB KNOWS</li>
<li>Complete first draft of JEB KNOWS by July 1st</li>
<li>Return to the resolution table in July </li>
</ul>There's more I'd like to plan for: a novel I outlined two summers ago; the third book of the LUCKY trilogy; upcoming films for Our Spirit. So... I acknowledge those projects, but hope for the wisdom to let them germinate without demands from me.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxGyLYYq5mCZ6c7U4IVhykoJaAhMFwSnj67-hqy-y0rJqtKIDkDYSGvzXFa8qYO-FOM9t-sqry89_XfKTugkszxXJebJLvseFUvCgwzA4gEMAmdzy67zZxmFqTAKOdKWxvVf40xTVoF7k/s1600/Dragon%252B2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxGyLYYq5mCZ6c7U4IVhykoJaAhMFwSnj67-hqy-y0rJqtKIDkDYSGvzXFa8qYO-FOM9t-sqry89_XfKTugkszxXJebJLvseFUvCgwzA4gEMAmdzy67zZxmFqTAKOdKWxvVf40xTVoF7k/s200/Dragon%252B2012.jpg" width="200" /></a>In Vietnamese astrology, a year of the water dragon is often dynamic. Cool. I like high-energy and lots of projects. But it's also known for being balanced, the water not quenching but easing the fire within. <br />
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That seems like wisdom. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(illustration from <a href="http://hiloliving.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012-year-of-water-dragon.html" target="_blank">Hilo Living blog</a>)</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-69386464741462841192011-12-21T09:11:00.000-08:002011-12-21T09:11:36.888-08:00CoconutBliss the past two weeks has been coconut milk in my coffee. Coconut milk warmed beforehand on the stove with cinnamon.<br />
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Um, and that has what to do with writing?<br />
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Happiness. The happiness of stirring dark cinnamon into the white, white milk. Of pouring the milk into the coffee. Of taking first, second... and all those sips. Of gulls squawking outside as I drink and write. Right then I know that all's good. All's exactly how it's supposed to be. <br />
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My favorite poem, <i>Coconut</i> by <a href="http://www.paulhostovsky.com/" target="_blank">Paul Hostovsky</a>, heard on <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/" target="_blank">The Writers' Almanac with Garrison Keillor</a>, is about the decision to look for happiness. <br />
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That's all we can do. What we ought to do. For me that's writing. Which also means slogging away at the business stuff necessary for a career.<br />
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So, as I try to get inside happiness, I'll drink my coffee with coconut milk and write and know that I'm on my way.<br />
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<div class="bodytext">And you? How do you get inside happiness?<b> </b></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div class="bodytext"><b>Coconut</b>, by Paul Hostovsky </div><br />
<div class="bodytext">Bear with me I<br />
want to tell you<br />
something about<br />
happiness<br />
it’s hard to get at<br />
but the thing is<br />
I wasn’t looking<br />
I was looking<br />
somewhere else<br />
when my son found it<br />
in the fruit section<br />
and came running<br />
holding it out<br />
in his small hands<br />
asking me what<br />
it was and could we<br />
keep it it only<br />
cost 99 cents<br />
hairy and brown<br />
hard as a rock<br />
and something swishing<br />
around inside<br />
and what on earth<br />
and where on earth<br />
and this was happiness<br />
this little ball<br />
of interest beating<br />
inside his chest<br />
this interestedness<br />
beaming out<br />
from his face pleading<br />
happiness<br />
and because I wasn’t<br />
happy I said<br />
to put it back<br />
because I didn’t want it<br />
because we didn’t need it<br />
and because he was happy<br />
he started to cry<br />
right there in aisle<br />
five so when we<br />
got it home we<br />
put it in the middle<br />
of the kitchen table<br />
and sat on either<br />
side of it and began<br />
to consider how<br />
to get inside of it</div></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div class="bodytext"></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-56222781391151585452011-12-07T11:30:00.000-08:002011-12-07T11:30:00.247-08:00Squawker III need to reread my original post about <a href="http://robertswriting.blogspot.com/2011/09/squawker.html" target="_blank">Squawkers</a>. Need to feel it more deeply.<br />
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There's still an inner circle squawker who's behaving badly. And there are the query squawkers. To be clear, the query squawkers aren't exactly squawking. They're polite in their passes of novel #1, or silent... But it feels like squawking.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xWFp048MqouTtfDbI7-eNOl0LZ8mi31M2SAGLs8wYm9g8-d4no7IlLfU5oHtbLQnFcHlVaC2M3KxaV1kcRl5C2_60Al0EXkOesietDjr-xbUdrifg403QG1B-upYqllELo09irCei14/s1600/Welsh%252BGull.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xWFp048MqouTtfDbI7-eNOl0LZ8mi31M2SAGLs8wYm9g8-d4no7IlLfU5oHtbLQnFcHlVaC2M3KxaV1kcRl5C2_60Al0EXkOesietDjr-xbUdrifg403QG1B-upYqllELo09irCei14/s200/Welsh%252BGull.jpg" width="150" /></a> What do you mean you won't represent my novel? Don't you get how well-written, emotionally immediate and compelling to the niche market of gay YA readers it is? What do you mean you don't want to be part of my success?<br />
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Deep breath. This is the industry. This is how it works. And it's not been that many. I'm a cautious querier.<br />
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Sigh. My ITunes "Peace" shuffle is helping. Breathe.<br />
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I gotta get back to enjoying the squawking gulls.<br />
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How do you maintain peace? <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(photo: "Welsh + Gull", <a href="http://alanindyfed.blogspot.com/">http://alanindyfed.blogspot.com/</a>)</span>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-19356012114898538932011-10-31T17:18:00.000-07:002011-11-04T05:19:29.583-07:00Adjustment BureauI last posted about being in the flow for Novel #3. I stand by that, but with a major adjustment. I'd been talking about the state of publishing with writer and blog maven,<a href="http://editedtowithinaninchofmylife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Heather Kelly.</a> She helped me see that print and e-books can be complimentary. Yes, I hope for traditional print publication of ROMEO, ROMEO. And yes, once the book is in the stores, Amazon etc, we can simultaneously offer shorter e-books about secondary characters from the novel. Two tracks.<br />
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Here's the adjustment... I'm focusing on e-books for five secondary characters. ROMEO, ROMEO itself is done, its arch finished, I'm not touching it. But it's so much fun to be hanging out with those characters again.<br />
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How do you guys deal with adjustments?Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-40757966201589758562011-09-21T07:57:00.000-07:002011-09-21T13:32:24.136-07:00Got ItFinally got it – YA novel #3. (Novel 0, forever in a box, doesn't count.) The characters, plot & the premise have finally come together. <br />
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Bobsledding is off-season, but this is how I feel, that the key elements have aligned, that the team for novel #3 is ready. Kinda a long time in coming. #3 is based on a screenplay from forever ago that I never produced. But it's narrated by a new guy, a character in LUCKY, novel #2.<br />
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And the premise is different. Mostly, it's fun. Which in the past I might have thought was superficial... but... Sometimes a good ride is just what we want. So #3 is out of the gate, a chapter a week. <br />
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How about you guys, how's your novel-writing team?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(photo from <a href="http://winterolympics.wikispaces.com/bobsled">winterolympics</a>)</span>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-28948283498842703272011-09-14T16:54:00.000-07:002011-09-19T09:14:40.603-07:00SquawkerSo many voices. Those who believe in us, those who want us to write only what they want to read, those who encourage, those who squawk.<br />
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When I was a kid, seagulls meant beach vacations. How cool that I now live by the ocean and for the first waking minutes of most days I think I'm on vacation. Usually. Sometimes the squawking is ugly. <br />
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I'm wondering if that might be similar to the voices around our writing. How cool that people care enough to voice opinions about our work? How cool that we're not in this alone? So what if not everyone uses the words we'd like. Our job is to hear what they're trying to say and not how they're saying it. And to those other squawkers in our lives... the people who are difficult for whatever reasons? They're just a small part of the flock.<br />
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Thank you to all the voices. May we hear them as if we're beginning a beach vacation, open and full of possibility.<br />
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How to you deal with squawkers?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(photo from <a href="http://www.123rf.com/photo_863396_seagull-squawking.html">Royalty Free Stock photos</a>)</span>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-69158824518292020452011-08-24T03:39:00.000-07:002011-08-24T03:39:13.096-07:00The Best in Others<span class="yiv1954001073Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;">My intent was not to post again until September. But an unsolicited email arrived that blew me away... </span><br />
<blockquote style="background-color: white; color: black;"><i><span class="yiv1954001073Apple-style-span">...</span>reading your writing lights a fire in me that few other writers have been able to kindle. I fear that I will lose a catalyst in my own life if you do not push yourself to get your novel and subsequent work out there.</i></blockquote>And another... <br />
<blockquote style="background-color: white; color: black;"><div><div><i>I'm here for you to lean on about anything, and I'm fine if you don't lean on me.</i></div><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_131415852573371"><i><br />
</i></div><div id="yui_3_2_0_5_131415852573375"><i>No guilt, no judgment, just support. :)</i></div></div></blockquote><div></div><div><span class="yiv1954001073Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;">What a gift to have friends like these.</span><br />
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<span class="yiv1954001073Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;">I've been out of touch because of summer busy-ness, but want to say THANK YOU for over-the-top encouragement and unconditional support. </span><br />
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<span class="yiv1954001073Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300;">We don't do this writing work alone. Thank you, for helping light the journey.</span><br />
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Here's to friendly friends. May we all have the support to do what we're meant to do. The next few weeks will be summer busy-ness, so I won't post until September. Happy writing!Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-60975965253916841442011-07-20T12:30:00.000-07:002011-07-20T14:18:16.697-07:00The Other World<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="font-size: small;">Writing helps me feel connected to the world. Grounds me. Helps me feel that I'm doing a good job living this life. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">If there's a season for everything, then it's been a season of more endings than I'm used to. Some expected. One very much not. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">To <a href="http://robertswriting.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-honor-of-friend.html">Peter</a>, <a href="http://peacecorpsonline.org/messages/messages/467/4003717.html">Dodie</a>, <a href="http://enidnews.com/obituaries/x1241067614/Shera-Shirley">Shera</a> who was supposed to visit next week, my sister's friend <a href="http://nh.tributes.com/show/Freya-Carter-91568608">Freya</a>... and, yes, our dog Magic, I offer Walt Whitman... </span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.</span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">I offer that to the rest of us, too. Let us be good stewards of our universes, including the ones we create in our writing. </span></span></h6><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkWQksSFhy8W8aBi4Zbn-sAeVVdKHtvV6NRu7Fd96bdl7EduICq6s5bqePKSgO-IwHMuevxMDq-zLpmHNBv39iIwNVDthcpVsT7kkAHGR7EaOWw1Or7_sVHjY5B_-eCFIZl1TISwxjFM/s1600/universe1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkWQksSFhy8W8aBi4Zbn-sAeVVdKHtvV6NRu7Fd96bdl7EduICq6s5bqePKSgO-IwHMuevxMDq-zLpmHNBv39iIwNVDthcpVsT7kkAHGR7EaOWw1Or7_sVHjY5B_-eCFIZl1TISwxjFM/s200/universe1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">...I'm picturing Peter on a porch with a cigar, Dodie curled up with a book of Emerson, Freya is away checking her kids... and Shera reads on the dock with Magic at her side... </div>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-47928793446895329112011-07-13T13:12:00.000-07:002011-07-13T13:13:03.520-07:00Homeward UnboundIf I were in junior high I'd have an answer to <i>What I Did Over Summer Vacation</i> - found home. The last month has been the East Coast from Massachusetts, New York City, Philadelphia, D.C., the Gulf Coast of Florida, then back to Washington State. Where's home? Massachusetts where I've lived most of my life? This new pacific place? Neither. For me, home travels. Like a good book.<br />
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A good book takes us on a journey, but the core of the novel keeps us grounded. We might not know where the novel is taking us, but, with good writing and a strong core we know we'll arrive where and how we need to be. <br />
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For me, that's home, something inside that keeps me going forward and knowing that, to borrow from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Kabat-Zinn">John Kabat-Zinn</a>, wherever I go, there I am. And if there's a cafe, a view of the ocean and some family, even better. <br />
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Writing-wise, much has happened the last month, starting with two hours of writing most vacation mornings. And how cool that <a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com/">Elana Johnson</a> has taken us on her journey of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Possession-Elana-Johnson/dp/1442421258/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1310587099&sr=8-1">POSSESSION</a> publication.<br />
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It's great to be back. What's your home?Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-43288505216502110212011-06-08T13:17:00.000-07:002011-06-08T14:25:56.216-07:00Boldly OurselvesA few evenings ago, seals were swimming near our apartment. Seals have always made me smile. This week, they called out a better part of me, the bold part that liked seals so much that as a 6th grader I read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Seal-Called-Andre-Harry-Goodridge/dp/0275220001/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1307562039&sr=8-5">A Seal Called Andre</a>, wrote the author and asked for materials for a report. The same part that of me that contacted playwright <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian_Friel">Brian Friel</a> after seeing his version of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fathers_and_Sons">Fathers and Sons</a> and asked if I could interview him in Ireland for my university senior project. The seals reminded me that it can be natural for me to go boldly forward. <br />
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Thank you, seals, for the reminder. How about you? How are you boldly yourself?<br />
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And, of, course CONGRATULATIONS to author <a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com/">Elana Johnson</a>, on her novel <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Possession-Elana-Johnson/dp/1442421258/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1307567923&sr=8-1">POSSESSION</a>. boldly out this week!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(photo from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikebaird/514219805/">Mike Baird's</a> Flickr page)</i></span>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-6269025115403998012011-05-24T18:46:00.000-07:002011-05-24T23:46:45.330-07:00The Character Made Me Do ItThis photo is from about a month ago. Snow, mountains... Mt. Baker even had an Easter egg hunt on the ski slopes. I was there to write in the lodge and look at peaks that are the setting for novel #3.<br />
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Nope. The main character of novel #2 kept yelling for attention. It was his turn. "Look at me! Look at me!" So I looked. So I polished the draft I thought was resting for a while. <br />
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Now I plan to focus on querying novel #2, LUCKY, instead of #1. Unexpected. But it feels right. Lucky, the the eponymous main character, usually gets his way.<br />
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Huh? Do your characters sometimes call the shots?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(in answer to <a href="http://thehappywhisk.blogspot.com/">The Happy Whisk</a>, the photo is from my iPhone) </i></span>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-92157403212114822822011-03-11T08:14:00.000-08:002011-03-11T08:28:23.092-08:00In Honor of a Friend<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Gomes">The Reverend Peter J. Gomes</a> was a friend. He was my partner's academic adviser at Harvard Divinity School, then his mentor, and finally a friend to both of us. He not only preached at our wedding, he offered his house for the reception. Peter published many collections of sermons and wrote best-selling books about the Bible, including <i><a href="http://site.booksite.com/1624/showdetail/?isbn=9780060088309">The Good Book: Reading the Bible with mind and heart</a>, </i>which informed the nonprofit I founded, <a href="http://ourspiritnow.org/">Our Spirit</a>, to help gay/lesbian youth feel good about themselves despite religious fundamentalists.<br />
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Monday February 28th, two hours after Peter died of complications from a stroke, I got the news while in line at a cafe. In honor of Peter I ordered their hardiest red wine. Kent and I went straight to our seats and didn't talk much. Peter was unabashedly himself. So, with the wine and my laptop, I unabashedly - finally after several months - contacted a published author who said she'd help with my agent search when the time was right. My friends had been urging me to hurry up and query. Peter had urged me to get on with it. So, finally, I did. <br />
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<i>Photo: Peter toasting Kent (far right) and me at our wedding reception.</i><br />
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<i>More about Peter:</i> <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7358266n">60 Minutes</a>, <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/newsdesk/2011/03/reverend-peter-gomes.html">New Yorker</a>, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/02/us/02gomes.html?_r=1&ref=obituaries">New York Times</a><br />
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</a>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-29504993071260596522011-02-24T08:04:00.000-08:002011-02-24T08:26:57.282-08:00Geese Got ItOn Presidents' Day, we went south in search of Snow Geese. And there they were. An enormous flock of geese from Siberia who've wintered on this Washington farmland as long as anyone can remember. We were riveted. So many geese. Amazing flight patterns. A shift on the left rippling as thousands of birds changed direction. Hypnotic. Made me think of writing. Not writing about geese. I was thinking about words. As if each of those geese were one word. A massive flock of birds, of words, making a novel. How sometimes the words are in sync, electric in the air. Sometimes the flock is at rest, and five geese, five words, shoot up and you wait for the mass to follow and they don't and you think those five renegades are doing the wrong thing until you realize that their slight variation is actually the best. And then the entire flock ups and double-backs. I could have watched the geese for hours. <br />
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I celebrate each and every one of those geese as I celebrate all of our words. The words that go together and the words that stick out. The words that rise up from the field and fill the universe with black and white electricity.<br />
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Writers... how cool to watch the flock. How cool to create.<br />
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For all of us, may this be a week of creation.<br />
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<i>(another photo from <a href="http://www.leemannphotography.com/">Lee Mann</a>, amazing photographer of the Pacific Northwest) </i>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-15039464713423287492011-02-15T06:49:00.000-08:002011-02-15T06:51:27.053-08:00Donut PowerMy last post made it seem like I do all my writing at home. True, I try not to spend everything on earning rights to a cafe table. But, I'm quite a public writer. In college I spent more time in cafes than the library; that's where all my S.A.T. teaching money went. Where we live has tons of cafes, several a short walk away.<br />
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But here's a new thing - doughnuts.<br />
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I've finished two YA novels and am returning a middle grade novel that has an element of travel between worlds. Where better to launch my return to the project than Rocket Donuts. I got sugared up, rocked out to Beach Boys and cool cowboy oldies that I vaguely recognized, and wrote. One of my nephews is into all things outer space, so I got him a Rocket Donut t-shirt last summer. Maybe I should get a t-shirt for myself for my new writing-wear.<br />
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Three cheers for donuts and whatever propels our intergalactic writing travel.<br />
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What propels you?<br />
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February 2010 in my very second post I showed my study – an old wooden door turned desktop and shelves filled with boxes for my projects. Now at a different apartment, my study has become more of a storeroom where I go to print or get a book. Instead of at my desk, I sit at the table where I can look out at a working harbor.<br />
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Last year on a cliff at the edge of town I liked watching the bald eagles soar every morning, kite surfers levitate, and the train pass hourly. I couldn't imagine a better place to write.<br />
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Now when I look up from work I see boats: the Alaska ferry once a week, the scuttering patrol boats, the schooners. I like the traffic beneath the window, the people waiting for the bus. I like being surrounded by lives I know nothing about. And I can walk to cafes. I can't imagine a better place to write. <br />
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What's the perfect atmosphere in which to write? I'm realizing that, for some of us, there is none. We just write. And it feels right.<br />
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What about you? Is location important to help you write?Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-26158469373703077382011-01-28T14:52:00.000-08:002011-01-28T22:52:10.145-08:00Anniversary PartyMy first blog post was exactly a year ago. So I'd planned a where-are-we-now, what's-happened-in-a-year post for today. On Wednesday I worked five hours in a <a href="http://www.caffeadagio.com/Caffe_Adagio_Website/Welcome_.html">favorite cafe</a>. It started with a meeting with a writing friend/crit partner, and then on my own I delved into <a href="http://ourspiritnow.org/">Our Spirit</a>. I saw another friend walk by and she joined me for a couple of hours. At one point in our conversation, she told me she'd been thinking about me, specifically about the blog – how flattering that someone was thinking about my blog – and more specifically that she was concerned that <i>Going with the Flow</i> was exactly the wrong message. <br />
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I talked about how a few years ago I was in a filmmaking group in NYC with the name <i>Making It Happen</i>. During my time with the group I turned a screenplay into a novel and had so much fun with the novel that I did more and more prose writing until most of my time was writing and not filmmaking. I still produce short films for <a href="http://ourspiritnow.org/">Our Spirit</a>... but my passionest passion is prose. I was no longer interested in making a film career happen. I celebrated the flow that got me to novels. <br />
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My friend talked about the power of making a decision. Paraphrasing... of just doing it.<br />
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Okay. I get it.<br />
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I'm not here by accident. The flow didn't just splash me up on a rock. Goals and decisions have power.<br />
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I'm making the decision to move on querying novel #1. I'm picturing exactly what I want - representation for a novel about a romantic tangle of three high school guys.<br />
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What about my other projects – editing novel #2, first draft of novel #3, a new website, Our Spirit? I trust the flow. <br />
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And you guys? Is there tension between going with the flow and setting goals?<br />
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<i>(I Googled "huh?" and found this image from <a href="http://dangerouswithapen.blogspot.com/2010/12/ho-ho-huh-part-one.html">Dangerous With A Pen</a>, the blog of writer Lindsey Brooks. Now I'm a follower.)</i>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-20634919240788691212011-01-20T08:00:00.000-08:002011-01-20T08:28:16.949-08:00Journey with a Little Swiss CheeseI've hardly blogged since November... Why? In the spirit of <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/">Nanowrimo</a>, I dedicated November to a new project. I started and finished the writing part of it. Then it morphed into something that involved a video and a new website. I'd hoped to launch it all in January. It's taking longer... But in this new era of kinda going with the flow, I'm not sweating the delay.<br />
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The writing is done, and I've got meetings next week for the video and the website. Yup, the flow... going with the flow... I'll get there... the project will launch... In the meantime I'm enjoying the trip.<br />
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During the new project, I also completed a first draft of novel #2 and, thanks to the <a href="http://robertswriting.blogspot.com/2010/06/benefits-of-swiss-cheese.html">Swiss Cheese</a> method of writing in the small holes of time, then I did a complete edit of that draft.<br />
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Later I'll announce more specifics about the new project. In the meantime, thank you for coming back after my long absence.<br />
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And three cheers for all the sights and detours of our writing.Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-17354984517578103782010-12-31T10:38:00.000-08:002010-12-31T10:52:25.092-08:00FinishingMy last post of November 5th was a while ago and I've not been in the blogosphere at all. Well... I've been working on a new writing and blogging project that I'll blog about in January. But right now I'm pretty psyched that I ten minutes ago I wrote the last line of novel #2. A complete, start-to-finish rough draft. Kinda unexpectedly ahead of schedule. Writing at least two hours the first thing every day worked.<br /><br />Happy New Year to everyone.<br /><br />A toast to 2010.<br /><br />Open arms to 2011.Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-3089815418262967782010-11-05T13:50:00.000-07:002010-11-05T14:25:31.493-07:00Thank You Writers!Here's a short post in celebration of everyone doing <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"> Nanowrimo. </a>What a resource. What a great way to work. I caught some of the Nanowrimo fever this week, but in a different direction. Instead of officially joining, I started and finished a project (hence almost no blogging) that's already off to a reader. I'm waiting to hear if he thinks it's worth pursing.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXWhYMPtzmAslltmZD3V556bNawt3krORFBG8jhi1inEC98BIzB_rqLJ_MHpyU9ZYmu3zE8v1ahPvr6FnXOz-OJLBPbAWReWkF1IU3OTbuaO2feT0YrEYq8QuTvEdBi0bBtFQz8uGzuPE/s1600/crowd6209nova06mari_l.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXWhYMPtzmAslltmZD3V556bNawt3krORFBG8jhi1inEC98BIzB_rqLJ_MHpyU9ZYmu3zE8v1ahPvr6FnXOz-OJLBPbAWReWkF1IU3OTbuaO2feT0YrEYq8QuTvEdBi0bBtFQz8uGzuPE/s320/crowd6209nova06mari_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536168356454357682" border="0" /></a>Here's to everyone doing Nanowrimo. Keep on keeping on! Every one of you is an inspiration. We're catching the waves of writing even on the outside.Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600970586174079201.post-84896817860997520992010-10-27T10:11:00.000-07:002010-10-27T14:55:42.837-07:00Easing InLast week, overwhelmed. This week, balanced. The difference? The feeling of easing into things.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS_T5z6wooGfpwRkZgVZr2M5vgGcOF1E82AFyrqirCB5jq0ZSiv-tp1SwBYns2m2zRvdJCOfMREZfwwz_Xk0MVJKfYV95N1KUljIges3ApdEj-2fco5Y3EwKUir89WsnjEpl4NzqApboI/s1600/a-surfer-rides-a-powerful-wave-off-the-north-shore-of-maui-island.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS_T5z6wooGfpwRkZgVZr2M5vgGcOF1E82AFyrqirCB5jq0ZSiv-tp1SwBYns2m2zRvdJCOfMREZfwwz_Xk0MVJKfYV95N1KUljIges3ApdEj-2fco5Y3EwKUir89WsnjEpl4NzqApboI/s320/a-surfer-rides-a-powerful-wave-off-the-north-shore-of-maui-island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532775355507906786" border="0" /></a>Tuesday was fantastic - 5 hours marketing <a href="http://ourspiritnow.org/">Our Spirit</a> and 7 hours writing a WIP. But Monday felt just as good, taking care of smaller things for both projects. Odd, but the days felt similar. I'm wondering if both days were good because I was enjoying them.<br /><br />Is it that simple? If we feel that we're going with the flow, then we are.<br /><br />I wanted to post another <a href="http://robertswriting.blogspot.com/2010/07/carried-away.html">surfing photo</a> of someone mastering the waves, in the groove, one with the water, celebrating the flow... but it didn't seem right. One, I've never surf-surfed, just body-surfed on Cape Cod and Nantucket. Two, the surfing photos ooze with physical mastery. All I was doing was relaxing into the flow. Hence, the sofa and the waves. So, what's the flow today? Acceptance? Relaxation? Happiness doing what we do?<br /><br />Maybe I'm just on the sofa, but it's all good.<br /><br />How about you, where are you at?<br /><br />(photo from <a href="http://surfingposters.wordpress.com/">surfingposters</a>)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cYuEpfYbxqBXzxAPZrM0B0Orvhj8TmDaga6NSVHy5rKNFcXbcWYHphHXO97NemVcf6RCOwrBL4vC-uWdC27vyMTtdbDnBhncT_Ia__cv-s19ob0bykHQ8O3Plzc1bMx-ZmO3B99mHBY/s1600/a-surfer-rides-a-powerful-wave-off-the-north-shore-of-maui-island.jpg"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKm09RLNiPtYgJi5vErGHtAnHaMQwdycPj04BM-T35hjSNyBkHCFHuGLT_GAEJSfXBQoq35yI_pL0Qb1KDDbBNYlUctLjDEsqNmQkOCcNErq2G4pVAWvd5EQJZ0JHMsWsYFr263tdXr8I/s1600/images.jpg"><br /></a>Robert Guthriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15618840090348189477noreply@blogger.com16