tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45217324141743708922024-03-14T05:17:29.167+11:00 Marina Finlayson: Pecked by Ducks Raising children is like being pecked to death by a duck.Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.comBlogger275125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-35275824642099346762014-12-15T23:46:00.000+11:002014-12-15T23:46:42.527+11:00Goodbye, Pecked by Ducks!... and hello spiffy new website! This blog is moving to:<br />
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where you can still catch up with the doings of the ducklings and what's going on in my booky/quilting/messy world.<br />
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My first post over there reveals the <a href="http://www.marinafinlayson.com/twiceborn-cover-reveal/" target="_blank">gorgeous cover</a> of my soon-to-be-released book <i>Twiceborn</i>, so hop on over and have a look. While you're there, why not sign up to my mailing list to be first to hear about new books and special offers?<br />
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This feels a bit like moving house: I'm excited to be moving to a bigger and better home, but I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for my first internet home. I'll kind of miss Pecked by Ducks. I've lived here for quite a while! The ducklings were so little when I first started, and publishing a book was just a far-off dream.<br />
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We've all grown since then, and my very first book-baby is about to step out into the world. I hope to see you all over at the new website to join me on the next stage of this exciting journey. Don't forget to update your bookmarks!Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-4806681985341993462014-12-01T21:23:00.001+11:002014-12-01T21:26:08.863+11:00Giving a hoot for charity<div class="MsoNormal">
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donate quilts for children with cancer. When a new patient is admitted they get
to choose a quilt to keep, to have something personal to brighten up their
often long and arduous hospital stays.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">My quilting group decided to make such a
quilt, and gave me the job of designing it and choosing fabrics. Knowing my
weakness for owls, they cunningly suggested an owl theme to make the job more
appealing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">How could I resist? I turned, of course, to
the internet, and good old Google did not disappoint. There are so many
generous quilters out there offering patterns and tutorials for free. I found
the cutest little owl applique <a href="http://smalldreamfactory.blogspot.com.au/2011/03/free-pattern-baby-bib-with-owl-applique.html" target="_blank">here</a>. Originally intended for a bib, it made a
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<span lang="EN-US">Look at this little guy! Isn’t he gorgeous?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"> </span>That’s the one I made. I found a great
stripey fabric in bright bold colours to go between the owls. I gave everyone a
plain background piece and asked them to make their owls in colours to go with
the stripey fabric. Here are a few of the gorgeous little owls I got back:</div>
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Putting it all together was nice and
simple. Baby Duck and I had a lovely time rearranging owls to get the most pleasing design. (Taking a picture was tricky, though. Apologies for the
less-than-stellar photography here. One of the lovely ladies in the group is
quilting it at the moment. Hopefully I can get a better photo when it’s
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I’m very pleased with how it turned out,
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Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-92187851932198161562014-11-19T20:01:00.002+11:002014-11-19T20:02:48.681+11:00From character flaw to superpower in one easy lesson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-US">It’s November, which means it’s <a href="http://nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank">National Novel Writing Month</a>, that
crazy, stressful, sometimes blissful time of year when hundreds of thousands of
people all over the world decide to write a 50,000-word novel in just one
month.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And yet, every year I do it again. Which
means that it’s also that time of year when I feel an urgent desire to quilt.
Or crochet. Or even garden (and I <i>hate</i>
gardening). Basically, when I <i>have</i> to
write, I desperately want to do something – anything – else!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I mean, sure, I like writing (or else this
wouldn’t be my seventh Nano, right?). Yet I have this odd character flaw, that
I’m a real grass-is-always-greener kind of person. If I’m writing, I’d rather
be quilting. If I’m quilting I’d rather be scrapbooking. And if I’m
scrapbooking … you get the picture.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Yet I always force myself through the
wordmines of Nano each year, because I’m basically lazy, and the added pressure
of the Nano deadline really works to make me finish a first draft in just one
month. Any other time of year it takes me at least two.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This year, case in point, I was working on
the first draft of another novel (the third in the <i>Twiceborn </i>series), which was
meant to be finished before November, but I just hadn’t been able to push
myself to get it done. I only had about eight scenes to go, but I had to set it
aside in order to begin my new Nano novel. (And yes, I did consider skipping
Nano in favour of just finishing the damn book already, but since Nano is my
big chance to get a whole first draft in one month, I didn’t want to give up
that opportunity.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I told myself I could work on both at once,
but I’ve never been able to do that before. I have enough trouble coming up
with one novel on the fly, without trying to cram a completely different story
into my limited creative brainspace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So I was plugging away on my Nano novel, but
feeling more and more guilty about the unfinished one, when I decided, dammit,
I was going to give it a go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And lo and behold – what happened? Instead
of being harder than writing them individually, it was actually easier! I wrote
faster and with more dedication, knowing I had to make my wordcount on both of
them each day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But it was more than that – it was that
whole grass-is-always-greener thing coming into play. Suddenly what had been a
character flaw started working in my favour. When I was working on one, my
subconscious would be mulling over the other one, getting excited about the
next scene coming, and I’d happily switch. Then when I got tired of that one,
or ran out of inspiration, the other would be calling to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Yesterday I wrote nearly 4,000 words on one
and 2,500 on the other. (And yes, my shoulders are killing me, thank you for
asking.) To quote the great Vizzini: “inconceivable!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So I seem to have acquired writing
superpowers. Just in the nick of time, too.
I hope they stick around for a while. As long as I don’t also find some
writing kryptonite, November should be a very productive month.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">What about you? Are you doing Nano? If so,
have you found any ways to make yourself more productive?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-45114906782648419802014-11-04T23:03:00.002+11:002014-11-04T23:03:14.204+11:00Looking for something to read?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Looking for something
to read? Here’s a few books I’ve read lately. And look – they’re not all
fantasy novels!!<br />
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Hello From the Gillespies by Monica McInerney</h2>
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I bet we've all
received one of those Christmas letters that makes the writer's life and family
sound disgustingly perfect. The main character of this book, Angela Gillespie,
has been writing them for 33 years, but this year she lets off steam. Instead
of the usual picture-perfect image, she tells it like it is, complete with
worries about all four of her children, her fears for her marriage, and her
imaginings on what her life might have been like if she'd married someone else
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She never means to send it, but of course fate intervenes and the damning email
gets circulated to all the usual recipients. The whole family starts falling
apart, and just when it seems things couldn't possibly get worse -- of course,
they do.<br />
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The relationships between the characters are well done and feel very natural,
although the three adult daughters act a lot more like teenagers than
supposedly mature women. But their different problems and stories are all
interesting, and once the tables are turned and they have to help Angela
instead of the other way around they manage to pull together and create a happy
ending for everybody.<br />
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An enjoyable read, and nice to have a woman in her fifties as the protagonist
for a change. Young love is all very well, but it's not the only flavour
around.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If you haven’t read Book 1, it’s called <i>Rivers of London </i>(or<i> Midnight Riot </i>in some parts of the world), and I highly recommend
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<i><span lang="EN-US">Broken
Homes</span></i><span lang="EN-US"> is the fourth book about the adventures of
London police constables (and apprentice magicians) Peter Grant and Lesley Mai.
I enjoyed the previous books in this series more than this one. Maybe I wasn't
paying enough attention as I read, but whole chunks of the plot didn't seem to
have much relevance to the story. There is a long section at a rather menacing
night fair on the banks of the Thames, for instance. All sorts of magical types
are wandering around, but nothing seems to come of it.<br />
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As usual, the worldbuilding is detailed and convincing but the story doesn't
pick up pace until about halfway through. The last section was tense and
thrilling, and it ended on a truly shocking cliffhanger, one that I never saw
coming. It makes me nervous about what will happen to Peter and Lesley in Book
5 ...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Dead Famous by Ben Elton</h2>
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I’ve read this one before, but it’s still
fun to reread. It’s a highly entertaining comment on society's current
infatuation with reality TV, and features a "Big Brother"-type show
with the addition of a real on-screen murder. At least half the housemates have
a motive, so the curmudgeonly old detective assigned to the case has a tough
job ahead of him. It's a clever whodunnit, and the final scene where the
detective reveals the murderer with some prime-time television theatrics of his
own is great fun.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US"> </span>And just to prove that I occasionally read
Serious Fiction, we come to <i>Burial Rites</i>
(my book club made me do it!). If you like a happy ending, this is not the book
for you. This is the story of the final days of the last woman to be hanged in
Iceland, and it doesn't get much grimmer than that. Not only is the subject
matter dark, but the hardscrabble lives of all the characters and the bitter
climate of Iceland only add to the general feeling of misery that pervades the
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However, it is beautifully written, and it's worth reading just for that. Kent
brings this harsh world alive in all its icy beauty, and she digs deep into the
lives of her characters, illuminating both the flaws and the virtues that make
them human. Not a cheerful read, but a good one.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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night together for dinner and chatting. The ducklings are old enough now to be
amusing dinner companions, and we have some good conversations, despite Baby
Duck’s occasional derailments into Minecraft or Lego territory.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">However, Baby Duck can sometimes take a
loooooong time to eat dinner, and even the best conversations tend to trail
off, leaving us all staring resentfully at him, waiting for him to finish. When
that happens we have to get a little creative, and we have three tried-and-true
methods for getting the party started.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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An oldie but a goodie. Maybe it’s corny,
but it sure can be fun and even quite young kids can join in. I have rarely
laughed so much as watching the Carnivore try to get us to guess “The Bourne
Identity”. What he was doing looked illegal in at least forty-three states.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I don’t know what this is really called,
but I call it “three true things”. Everyone has to take it in turns to say
three things that happened to them that day. Two of them must be true and one
should be a lie. Everyone else then picks which thing they think is the lie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The kids love this one! The trick is to
make the lie believable enough that no one identifies it – or else pick a true
thing that seems outrageous. The family gets quite creative trying to outsmart
each other, but it’s also a good way to get some details of your children’s
days, particularly if they’re the sort that says “all right” when you ask how
school was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I read about this on <a href="http://www.joshilynjackson.com/ftk/?p=3371" target="_blank">Joshilyn Jackson's blog recently</a>. You need a sheet of paper and a pen. The first player writes a
sentence at the top of the page – the more oddball the better. Then they fold
that sentence out of sight and pass the paper to the next player, who reads it
then attempts to draw a picture representing the sentence. This gets passed to
the next player, who can only see the drawing, not the original sentence. They
then have to write a sentence that represents the drawing, and pass it to the
next player who draws their sentence and so on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So with our family of five, we get
sentence-drawing-sentence-drawing-sentence. Depending on whose turn it is to
draw, the final sentence can closely resemble the first one, or have nothing at
all to do with it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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alive out of the painting” and passed it to Baby Duck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So the sentence I wrote was quite close to
the original: “The caveman jumped out of the painting and came to life.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Then we came unstuck. It was the Carnivore’s
turn to draw:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"> </span>Not too bad, but he lost Drama Duck
completely. Her sentence?</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“The cave painting of the goat and the
sheep(?) and the early human sent an arrow of super powers to the caveman nearby.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Okay, now it’s your turn. Baby Duck gave me
a sentence and this is what I drew. What sentence would you write to describe
this drawing?</span></div>
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Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-70923411831661459922014-09-18T18:42:00.002+10:002014-09-18T18:42:53.392+10:003 great writing tips from Baby Duck<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Baby Duck and I were chatting about writing
on the walk to school this morning. I said I was hoping to get a fair bit done
on book 3 of the Twiceborn trilogy today, since yesterday was the first day I’d
worked on it since Friday, and I only got about 1100 words done.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“So are you going to start writing as soon
as you get home?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Low blow! This kid knows me too well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“You should do that instead of spending all
your time reading random websites on the internet, you know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Yes, I do know. In fact I tell myself so
many times every day. I thought about telling him I was building up my presence on
social media, but I knew he wouldn’t accept any such namby-pamby excuse.
Writers write!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Except, you know, when they don’t …<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Sometimes it’s not so easy to just sit
down and write,” I said. “You have to know <i>what</i>
you’re going to write first, and I’m not too sure yet where the story is
going.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Then why didn’t you spend time on the days
you didn’t write thinking about the plot?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This is why Baby Duck will probably be a
better writer than me one day. This kid is organised. I mean, <i>scary</i> organised. He comes home every day
and sits straight down and does his homework without being told. He starts his
assignments weeks in advance. <i>Weeks</i>!
It’s not natural!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I flailed around a bit more, put on the
spot by my eleven-year-old son.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Well, I know what’s going to happen in a <i>general</i> way. But it’s hard to plan, at
the really detailed level you need for scene-writing, exactly what’s going to
happen. Whenever I start thinking about it I usually get distracted by a
million other things.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“You should start at the end and work
backwards,” he said. “Then you’ll know where you have to end up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So there you have it, straight from the
mouth of my tiny writing guru:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<li><span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -0.25in;">Resist the temptation to goof
off on the internet. When it’s time to write, write.</span></li>
<li><span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -0.25in;">In between writing sessions,
plan what to write next.</span></li>
<li><span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="text-indent: -0.25in;">If you get stuck with plotting
forwards, work backwards from the end instead.</span></li>
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I should hire the kid out to writers’
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What about you? Do you have any good
writing tips? Anything that works for you as motivation, or to get you past a
blockage? Struggling writer wants to know!</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-41124713682803264502014-09-04T17:26:00.000+10:002014-12-11T16:41:17.292+11:00The bathroom: most creative room in the house<div class="MsoNormal">
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I was going to say it was the “most
productive” room in the house, but I didn’t want anyone leaping to the wrong
conclusion.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Baby Duck came in as I started writing this
post.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Why is it the most creative room in the
house? Oh, I guess because you spend so much time sitting there.” Then the most
evil grin spread across his face. “Or should I say …”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I quickly cut him off. “<i>Sitting</i> is fine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Cheeky kid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Where do you get your ideas?” is a
question writers hear a lot. My number one answer in general is “in the bath”.
When I’m drafting a novel I hop into the bath nearly every night. Something
about the relaxation of it – or maybe the sheer boredom of sitting there with
nothing to do or look at – prompts the ideas to flow. I can almost always rely
on a nice long bath to give me a breakthrough when I don’t know where the story
is going next.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But that’s in general. Today I want to tell
you about the time when a bathroom gave me a very specific idea, which became
the genesis of my forthcoming novel <i>Twiceborn</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It was on a visit to a Gold Class cinema.
If you’re not familiar with them, they’re a very swish movie-going experience.
There are only about forty seats in the whole theatre, and they’re big
reclining armchairs grouped in pairs with a table between them. There’s a
separate bar area where you can order meals and drinks to be brought to you
during the movie. Obviously it’s more expensive than a regular trip to the
cinema, but it’s a nice luxury for the occasional treat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">They also have separate toilets, which are
a lot more upmarket than the ones for general movie-goers. Spacious and
gleaming, they feature beautiful tiles, automatic taps – and the ones at our
local Gold Class have the most <i>enormous</i>
stalls. The first time I visited one I remember thinking, <i>wow, these are like personal change rooms. You could do anything in
here!<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Which of course started the wheels in my
little writer’s brain turning over. I pictured a pregnant woman entering such a
stall, then stripping off her clothes to reveal the pregnancy was only a
prosthesis, which she then removed. Then she dressed in a new outfit, complete
with wig, and walked out of the bathroom a completely different woman to the
one who walked in, deceiving the people who were watching for her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Who was this woman? Who was following her
and why? I knew she was in danger, but not what form the threat took.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I needed a lot more ideas to make a book,
but that’s how books grow. You start with one little glimmering of an idea,
then you hurl a whole bunch of other ideas at it, till something new and
sparkly results from the collision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">That scene in the bathroom became part of
the first scene of <i>Twiceborn</i>. A whole
90,000- word novel resulted from one moment of marvelling at the size of the
Gold Class bathroom stalls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Best bathroom visit <i>ever</i>.</span><br />
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Where do you do your best thinking? Ever
had a great idea in a really odd place?</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-28888370076917367642014-08-29T14:34:00.001+10:002014-08-29T14:34:54.476+10:00"Cheese that's whipped excites me" and other misheard song lyrics<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">When I was young, one of my brother’s
favourite albums was “Band on the Run” by Paul McCartney and Wings. My dad
happily sang along to the title track “Sand on the Rug”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Of course, being the annoying person that
he was, he continued to sing this just to be irritating even after it was
pointed out to him that he’d misheard the lyrics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Everyone’s probably done this at some stage
(misheard song lyrics, that is, not intentionally set out to annoy their offspring). After all, pop singers don’t always have the best diction, even
when they’re not purposely mangling words to fit a rhyme or rhythm. Yes, I’m
looking at you, Mr Elton Extra-Syllable John. “No Sac-ar-i-fice” indeed!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I was guilty of it myself only this week.
The girls and I were discussing current songs and “All About That Bass” came
up. I’m busy singing “I’m all about that bass, ’bout that bass, no trouble” when
Drama Duck gives me a pitying look.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“You know it’s actually ‘no <i>treble’</i>, don’t you?” she says.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Hey, that makes so much more sense!! But
honestly, have you <i>heard </i>that song? It still sounds like “trouble” to me!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It wouldn’t be the first time. I have a
long history, dating back to my preschool days, of blithely singing something
that’s completely wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">There used to be a show called “Romper Room”
on TV back when I was knee-high to a grasshopper. Every day they did the same
activities, sang the same songs, and I happily followed along. One song they sang
began: “Bend and stretch, reach for the stars”, and I always sang the next line
“Here comes Juicily, there goes Lars”. Despite my mother’s best efforts, she
could never convince me that the words were actually “Here comes Jupiter, there
goes Mars”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Demon Duck cracked me up recently by
confessing she’d made a mistake with the lyrics of Rihanna’s song S&M.
There’s a line that goes “sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and
whips excite me”. One of her friends had heard her singing it and pointed out
that Rihanna is not, in fact, excited by “cheese that’s whipped”, as she had
thought.</span></div>
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What about you? Any misheard lyrics you’d
like to ’fess up to? Don’t tell me it’s just my family!</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-5737513019447271232014-08-25T21:40:00.001+10:002014-08-25T21:40:43.855+10:00Dr Who and the Disappointing Dinosaur<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Well, the new season of Dr Who premiered
last night, complete with new Doctor Peter Capaldi. The verdict at our house?
Overall, a resounding “meh”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Baby Duck thought it was great, but his
logic works like this: <i>I love Dr Who.
This was Dr Who. Therefore I loved it.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The Carnivore, about halfway through the
episode, said: “If this was my first ever episode of Dr Who, I’d never watch it
again.” Ouch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I’m keeping an open mind about Peter
Capaldi. He spent a lot of this first episode dazed and demented from his
regeneration, so we don’t have a clear handle yet on how he’s going to play the
role. There were some amusing one-liners and a great rant that give me hope I
may one day come to accept the loss of Matt Smith (<i>sob</i>).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But the writers did him no favours, with a
pretty ho-hum episode. It started off quite promising, with the Tardis arriving
in Victorian London inside a time-travelling T-rex, which then chucked it up
into the Thames. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Cool! You can’t get a much more dramatic
entry than that. Plus, what’s not to love about a dinosaur in Victorian London?
I was intrigued to see where they were going with this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Sadly, the answer was “nowhere”. The
dinosaur played no more part in a story that dragged its way through many
not-very-exciting conversations to arrive at last at a mildly interesting
cyborg plot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The whole dinosaur thing reminded me very
much of how the advice to “start your story with action” is sometimes
misinterpreted by beginning writers. It can’t just be action for its own sake,
and it mustn’t be action <i>that has nothing
to do with the bulk of the story which follows</i>. No high speed car chases
that turn out to be dreams, or murder scenes which are actually something being
watched on TV by the main character. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">No dinosaurs which have nothing to do with
the rest of the plot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The writers of Dr Who are definitely not
beginners, which makes it all the more surprising. Let’s hope the rest of the
season only has surprises of the good kind.</span></div>
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Did you watch it? What did you think?</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-39421611095376711872014-08-22T21:40:00.002+10:002014-08-22T21:40:36.303+10:00Even dragons have to cut their toenails<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the very first dragon I ever bought
myself, in those long-ago days BC (Before Children), so I guess you could say
this little guy kicked off the collection. We were on a romantic weekend away
at a very swish hotel in the Blue Mountains. It must have been winter, because
it was snowing when we arrived late on Friday night, which is something we
Sydney-siders rarely get to see, and a huge log fire burned in the massive
fireplace in the foyer.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The Blue Mountains are only about an hour’s
drive from where we live, but they feel like another world. They’re much higher
and colder than Sydney, so they get the occasional snowfall in winter. They
also feel about fifty years behind the rest of the world in terms of
architecture and the pace of life there. Little towns are scattered among
thousands of hectares of largely untouched bushland. There are no Macdonalds
anywhere in the Blue Mountains, a fact of which the residents are very proud.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It was all very atmospheric, but so
f-f-freezing outside that we spent nearly the whole weekend in the hotel.
Browsing in the gift shop, we found some quirky little dragon statues. There’s
a big artist community in the Blue
Mountains, so I’ve always assumed they were made by some talented local, though
I don’t know for sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I couldn’t resist the absurdity of this
one, sitting there cutting his toenails with such a look of concentration on
his face. I guess dragons can’t spend all their lives terrorising castles and
kidnapping princesses. At the end of the day, someone still has to do all those
domestic duties, like cleaning the lair, bathing the baby dragons, and
attending to matters of personal grooming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This one looks so comical he always makes
me smile. He also reminds me of a time when romantic weekend getaways for two
were still an option.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The Blue Mountains feature in my
forthcoming novel, <i>Twiceborn</i> –
complete with dragon. Not the cute kind that sits around cutting its toenails,
though! The beautiful Mountains take quite a beating</span> – all that bushland plus dragonfire ... not a good combination.</div>
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But if you think that’s bad, wait till you
see what happens to the Sydney Harbour Bridge!</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-3082967728750174082014-08-08T19:02:00.000+10:002014-08-08T19:02:10.630+10:00Dragons of New Motherhood and Sleep Deprivation<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I’ve been a big fan of dragons for as long
as I can remember. Sure, I wouldn’t want to meet one in a dark alley, but in
books, movies and art I find these overgrown lizards endlessly fascinating.
Years ago I started collecting dragon statues. I thought I might share a few
with you, and the stories behind them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">First up, meet the dragons of New
Motherhood and Sleep Deprivation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">These were a gift from the Carnivore, our
first Christmas as new parents. Drama Duck was about eight weeks old at the
time, and we’d just spent probably the longest six weeks of our lives coming to
grips with this new little person in our lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This new little person who <i>categorically refused to sleep</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It turned out the poor little mite had
silent reflux, so every time we laid her down to sleep her gastric juices rose
up and burned her oesophagus. But because there were no outward signs (hence
the “silent” part of silent reflux) we had no idea and were at our wits’ end.
The Carnivore spent hours every night rocking with her in the rocking chair and
reciting accounting principles in the hope of boring her to sleep. (She now says
this is the root of her dislike of maths!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I remember one horrendous day when she
cried for nearly twelve hours straight, only stopping for feeds. I was beside
myself. My mother-in-law arrived after a teary phone call to find me sobbing on
my bed. She took the baby so I could eat and reassured me that things would get
better.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I found it hard to believe at the time! But
at the six-week check-up with the paediatrician, he diagnosed the problem and
things rapidly improved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But I’ll never forget that feeling: hormones
running rampant, consumed with worry and overwhelmed by being responsible for a
helpless beloved baby – and trying to function on about three hours’ (broken)
sleep a night. New motherhood can certainly be challenging, particularly with
your first. You have <i>no idea</i> what you’re
doing, and can hardly believe they let such an unqualified person leave the
hospital with this precious but perplexing little creature.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But by the time Christmas rolled around we’d
started to get the hang of this whole parenting thing, and I was thrilled to
receive this gorgeous dragon mum and her new hatchling. They came from a glass
blower in The Rocks in Sydney, so they’re one of a kind, and a lovely reminder
of a special time in our lives. Becoming a mother for the first time is a shock
no amount of preparation can ready you for – but it also brings a joy you could
never imagine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I don’t know how dragons feel about it, but
that mum looks pretty pleased with her little one. Maybe baby dragons are good
sleepers?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">What about you? Do you collect anything?
Stamps, buttons, tea cups? Anything unusual? (You can tell me, I promise to
keep it a secret!)</span></div>
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Or do you have any “new baby” stories to
share? If you’re a new mum, congratulations … and I hope your little one is a
good sleeper!</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-54092378283108568352014-08-05T22:02:00.000+10:002014-08-05T22:02:13.887+10:00Elsewhere, on the glorious Internet ...<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Haven’t done one of these posts for a
while! Baby Duck doesn’t like too many linktastic posts, and since he’s my main
audience I like to keep him happy! But I’ve come across some interesting
tidbits in my travels across the glorious Internet this week, so I thought I’d
share them with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">First some exciting news for Baby Duck and
the legions of Dr Who fans out there: the new series starts in Australia on
Sunday 24<sup>th</sup> August! I have a worrying suspicion that I won’t like
Peter Capaldi as much as Matt Smith, but I’m keeping an open mind. The BBC has
some photos from the first feature-length episode “Deep Breath” <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/doctorwho/articles/New-Photos-from-the-New-Series" target="_blank">here</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Next, something that would have rocked my
teenage self to the core: the dragonriders of Pern may be coming to the big
screen! Warner Bros has <a href="http://io9.com/a-dragonriders-of-pern-movie-may-finally-happen-1613040964" target="_blank">optioned the whole series</a>. Admittedly, movie options
come and go all the time, and don’t necessarily lead to a movie, but still! I
think it was the Pern books more than anything else that fostered my lifelong
obsession with dragons. One day not too far away there will be a new dragon
book in the world, written by yours truly, and Anne MacCaffrey’s marvellous
series is partly to blame.</div>
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And speaking of writing: Tansy Rayner
Roberts does a <a href="http://tansyrr.com/tansywp/snapshot-foz-meadows/" target="_blank">great interview</a> with writer Foz Meadows as part of the ongoing
“Snapshots” series. Foz voices her disquiet with the idea that everything about
your life pre-baby should cease to matter once you become a mother. “Y<span style="background: white;">ou can love your children without being ready or
willing to sacrifice the most integral parts of yourself on the altar of
motherhood.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="background: white;">This really
resonated with me. My children are the focus of my life, but even so I was
hanging out for Baby Duck to start school so I could start writing again. In the
end I couldn’t wait that long, and snatched writing time while he was at
preschool or watching TV. It’s so important to have some identity other than “mother”.
I think it’s good for the kids too, to see that mum is a real person with goals
and dreams that don’t revolve around them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Real people – even grown-up people – should
have a little fun in their lives too. Author Kristen Lamb discusses <a href="http://warriorwriters.wordpress.com/2014/07/31/the-war-on-fun-how-modern-culture-is-killing-creativity/" target="_blank">the lack of "play time"</a> in the lives of adults and is very wise on how our modern “all work
and no play” culture is bad for creativity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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But luckily, creativity isn’t dead! For a
beautiful burst of colour, check out Faith’s <a href="http://www.freshlemonsquilts.com/?p=3882" target="_blank">gorgeous quilt</a>. It’s a fresh
modern take on the old faithful “flying geese” pattern. Love it!</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-47371208483499846622014-07-31T20:39:00.003+10:002014-07-31T20:39:53.071+10:00G is for Green<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">In A Fantasy Alphabet, G is for <i>Green</i> by Jay Lake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I have to admit, my interest was piqued
almost as much by the negative reviews I’d seen as by the blurb of this one. So
there’s proof for worried authors – even bad reviews can sell books! Since
people have varied tastes, one reader’s reason for disliking a book may be
exactly what someone else is looking for.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In this case, several people complained of
the structure of the novel, others didn’t like the protagonist, while still others
bemoaned the sado-masochism. Okay, there may have been a touch of that, but
that person who complained of “bestiality”? That word – I do not think it means
what you think it means, to quote Inigo Montoya. I didn’t hear any cries of “bestiality!”
about the movie Avatar when the hero got it on with the pretty blue lady with
the tail. In fantasy, possession of a tail doesn’t necessarily make you a “beast”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">However – moving on! <em><span style="background: white; color: #181818;">Green</span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #181818;"> </span><span style="background: white; color: #181818;">is the story of a girl sold into slavery as a very small child and
raised to be the concubine of a tyrant, and how she manages to wrest her
destiny back from the control of others.</span> “Green” is the name she gives
herself when her owner names her “Emerald”, as she refuses to accept his label but
has been addressed simply as “Girl” so long she’s forgotten her own name.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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is typical of her fighting spirit. Though she loses most of her native tongue
and retains only the barest memories of home, she is determined to get back
there. She is ruthless and single-minded, and despite all the punishment a harsh
system throws at her, she never lets go of her defiance and purpose. It is
ironic that those who have enslaved her are actually creating the means of
their own downfall in the skills they beat into her.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #181818;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">I had to take a
couple of runs at this one. What I expected would be the plot for the whole
novel came to a sudden climax about a third of the way through. Then it seemed
a whole new story started as Green moved to a different continent where she met
completely new characters and developed new story goals. It was oddly
unsatisfying, and I stalled there on the first read. So those reviews
complaining of the structure did have something of a point.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #181818;"><span style="background: white;">But the writing was
good and the themes interesting, so I gave it another go a few months later,
and found that the story did eventually circle back around to where it started,
and what had seemed a little disjointed and episodic in fact was not. You have
to trust Lake on this one. He's not a formulaic writer, but he does produce a
satisfying ending to an interesting story if you stick around for the whole
ride. Worth persevering with.</span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-10685919642977858962014-07-25T18:01:00.002+10:002014-07-25T18:02:38.547+10:00Savage writers and gentle readers<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">You know how you’re reading along, enjoying
a book, and all of a sudden the writer kills off your favourite character. Or
something really terrible happens, and horrendous suffering ensues. Or maybe a
really cute puppy gets kicked – but something the author does makes you think
they must have absolutely no soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And when you look at the number of books
out there where something gruesome and/or tragic occurs, you could be forgiven
for thinking there’s a whole lotta soulless writers running around out there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I’ve come to the conclusion (admittedly
only based on a sample of one, so the data could be off) that we writers do
come equipped with both hearts and souls. But writers keep their writer-selves
in a separate box to their reader-selves. The kick a writer gets out of writing
something horrific is very different to how they might feel confronted with
reading that in someone else’s book. When you're writing you're thinking about plot and cool twists, how to make your characters suffer (because stories about happy contented people are boring), and all the technicalities of doing that in the most effective way. You're not experiencing the story and all its emotional highs and lows the way a reader coming to it fresh does.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Case in point: I’ve started revising <i>The Twiceborn Queen</i>, the sequel to <i>Twiceborn</i>. When I wrote the first draft
I killed off a major character from the first book. There were good
story-related reasons to do so, but honestly? I was just bored with him. I
could have worked to make him more interesting, but killing him off was <i>fun</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">As a reader I hate it when sad things
happen in books. I know if I bought this book expecting a fun fantasy read, only
to have a favourite character from the first book die on me, I’d be
disappointed and angry. It might turn me off the series.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So now I’m torn. Do I let writer-me win and
keep the death? <i>Kill, maim, destroy!</i>
Or do I bow to my gentler reader-self, and revise him back into health and
happiness? No wonder people think writers are crazy: not only do we spend half
our time playing with imaginary people in our heads, but we argue with
ourselves too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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series when a favourite character dies?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-68715377211270885672014-07-16T17:21:00.000+10:002014-07-16T17:22:59.653+10:00Book covers and headless bodies<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">How do you feel about headless bodies on
book covers? Not as in decapitated and spouting blood, but the kind of cover
where part of the model’s head is cut off by the top of the book.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Love ’em? Hate ’em? Never even thought
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<span lang="EN-US">There are some people (and Drama Duck is
one of them) who will pass over a book if the cover shows the model’s face.
They don’t like the image interfering with their own imagining of what the
character looks like. I don’t know how many of these people there are, but
there are enough to have spawned a trend in cover design for obscuring the
model’s features. Sometimes that’s done with shadows or positioning the head at
an angle, but quite often the top of the face is just chopped off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I like both those covers I showed you, but
I must admit I’m more of an “eyes are the windows to the soul” kind of person –
I like to see a face. Not that it influences my buying habits at all. I’m
usually drawn to colours first anyway, and if I stop for a closer look it will
be the blurb and a sample of the writing that decides whether I buy or not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But now I’m working with a designer on the
cover for <i>Twiceborn</i>. The great thing
about self-publishing rather than going with a traditional publisher is you get
complete control over what your cover looks like. Trad-pubbed authors get
little or no say in their cover design, and are sometimes stuck with covers
they hate.</span></div>
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But having to make all the decisions can
also be the <i>bad</i> thing about
self-publishing! Headless or full-faced? Which do you prefer in covers? Or isn’t
it important to you? (I could well be over-thinking the issue, I realise. Maybe
most people really don’t care and I should just take a deep breath and move on.)</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">What do you think, Internets?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-45928212916910987762014-07-12T21:14:00.001+10:002014-07-12T21:14:42.226+10:00Creativity just for fun<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Ever get that feeling that you have too
many things you <i>have</i> to do? Too many
responsible and grown-up tasks grinding you down? That feeling can be death to
the creative urge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">That’s when you need to bust out and do
something completely pointless, just for fun. I found just such a thing on Lynn
Viehl’s blog recently: the <a href="http://pbackwriter.blogspot.com.au/2014/06/one-sheet-journal.html" target="_blank">instructions</a> to make a cute little “journal” of
eight tiny pages from a single sheet of A4 paper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So for a couple of hours I gave the to-do
list the flick and played with pen and watercolours instead, decorating some of
my favourite quotes.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This was the perfect-sized project for an
underdeveloped attention span like mine – quick enough to finish before I got
bored and chucked it in the pile with the fifty bajillion other unfinished
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You could make copies of it this way if you wished. Pretty
neat, huh? Or you could do the whole thing on the computer in the first place,
and insert photos and/or text, as Lynn did in her example. Lots of
possibilities for creative play!</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-8895037705071946442014-06-20T14:46:00.001+10:002014-06-20T14:46:26.904+10:00Getting closer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-US">My novel <i>Twiceborn</i> is another step closer to finding its way into the world.
Yay! Do you like the new supermultigrated blurb?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I’ve just finished a big revision job:
going through and adding more details.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I’m a lean writer (sadly that’s a metaphor –
my jeans are getting too tight again. Damn things must have shrunk in the wash …).
My natural instinct is to get to the point, not waffle on about the scenery or
what people look like. Of course no one wants to read five pages describing the
view, but all my beta readers agree that I go too far in the other direction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">So what started as a 60,000-word first
draft, which became a 72,000-word revision and then an 82,000-word revision, is
now fast closing in on 88,000 words as I flesh out the world and the story of
Kate and all the other characters I’ve grown to love. (Well, some of them I don’t
love, but that’s okay. You’re not meant to like the bad guys!) By this time
next week this final revision should be finished, and <i>Twiceborn</i> will be off to a professional editor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It’s getting closer! Close enough to start
getting excited, though there’s still a lot to be done. Close enough to start
imagining what it will be like to hold a book in my hands that has my name on
the cover.</span></div>
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I could get used to this authoring stuff!</div>
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Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-3578691379910095802014-06-18T22:23:00.003+10:002014-06-18T22:23:25.732+10:00In which I discover the importance of checking the camera battery<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span lang="EN-US">This year, for the first time, we went into
the city to see Vivid, which is a light show where several public buildings are
lit up with spectacular effects. The most notable of them is the iconic Sydney
Opera House, but naturally my camera battery chose to die the <i>very moment</i> I raised my camera to start
taking photos of it. If you’d like to see it, check out the gorgeous photos on
<a href="http://pattyjansen.com/blog/photography-vivid/" target="_blank">Patty Jansen's blog</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">My goodness, you should have seen the
crowds! I knew it was popular, but I didn’t expect the sheer number of people.
Talk about bigger than Ben Hur!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This is Customs House, looking very
different to its usual prim nineteenth century self. The kids had been
unenthused about the prospect of going into town just to see some buildings lit
up, but they were enthralled by the ever-changing displays.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This is the Museum of Contemporary Art:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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It was really very clever. The Opera House
was particularly beautiful. Those big white sails lend themselves very readily
to this kind of thing. Shame I HAVE NO PHOTOS. Stupid battery.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I’m determined to go back next year. I
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What the heck – I might even charge the
#$!!@# battery.</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-29630176286453305932014-06-15T17:51:00.001+10:002014-06-15T18:05:47.061+10:00Review: The Rithmatist by Brandon Sanderson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Like all Brandon Sanderson novels, <i>The Rithmatist</i> features an innovative
magic system. The story is set in a school for young magicians, or
“rithmatists”, but there are no spells and wands in sight. Instead, the
implement of magical choice is a lowly piece of chalk.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">With a piece of chalk, the trained
rithmatist can draw all kinds of defensive and attacking circle patterns. As
the name implies, these depend on good mathematical skills. But there’s also
room for creativity – chalk monsters, called chalklings, can also be drawn and
sent to attack the opposing rithmatist’s defences.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The budding rithmatists practise their
skills in duels while at school, so they’ll be ready to use them in earnest
when they graduate. There’s a war going on against wild chalklings, and the
elite schooling and a life of privilege are to prepare the next generation of
warriors for this war.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Our young hero, Joel, knows more about the
theory of rithmatics than most of the rithmatics students, but sadly, though
his chalk drawings are near-perfect, he lacks the vital spark that brings them
to life. He receives mundane tuition at the pretigious Armedius Academy as a
charity case, and does his utmost to sneak into rithmatics lectures, as he’s
desperate to find another way into the longed-for world of the rithmatists.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">When rithmatics students start to disappear
in frightening circumstances, it seems he might get a chance at last. The
principal assigns him to assist Professor Fitch and the police in the
investigations, where Joel’s quick mind and wealth of rithmatic knowledge soon
prove useful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But it also makes him a target, and Joel
soon finds there’s a lot more to rithmatics than he realised, and that the war
is not so distant after all. With the help of Professor Fitch and Melody, a
struggling rithmatics student who nevertheless draws very powerful chalklings,
he must solve the mystery before he and Melody become the next disappearances.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It was a fun read. It’s called Young Adult,
but it feels almost closer to middle grade, despite the word count and vocabulary
not being middle grade level. Perhaps because, despite the sometimes dark
subject matter, it never feels particularly dark? Maybe I was too distracted by
my enjoyment of rithmatics, but the tone felt light, as if Joel was never in
any real danger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It’s a fairly straightforward plot, without
the intricacies of a massive tome like <i>Words
of Radiance</i>. The door is left well and truly open for a sequel, but there’s
a nice resolution of the immediate story, so it’s not a cliffhanger.</span></div>
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Very selfishly, I wish Sanderson would stop
writing everything else and just focus on the Stormlight Archive! – but if and
when there is a sequel to <i>The Rithmatist</i>,
I’ll certainly be reading it, to find out if Joel’s dreams ever do come true.
An engaging fantasy, suitable for ages ten and up.</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-90037152139456289842014-06-03T17:23:00.000+10:002014-06-03T17:25:34.150+10:00Would you read this book?<div class="MsoNormal">
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urban fantasy to read. Would this blurb entice you to pick up the book?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Whoever said ‘what you don’t know can’t
hurt you’ had never been in courier Kate Donohue’s shoes. She can’t remember
anything from a special rush job this afternoon, but whatever happened must
have been pretty wild, because now there’s a werewolf in her kitchen trying to
kill her. And he’s just the first in line. Suddenly Kate’s running for her
life, but if she doesn’t remember what happened soon, more than her life will
be at stake.”</span></blockquote>
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<span lang="EN-US">In case you haven’t guessed, I’m working on
the blurb for my upcoming book, previously only known by the highly imaginative
title “Dragon novel”, but now tentatively titled <i>Twiceborn</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I feel as if that last sentence needs work.
It seems to kind of fade off, but I don’t want to give too much away.
Blurb-writing is harder than it looks!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Here’s another, slightly longer version,
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<span lang="EN-US">“Whoever said ‘what you don’t know can’t
hurt you’ had never been in courier Kate Donohue’s shoes. She can’t remember anything
from a special rush job this afternoon, but whatever happened must have been
pretty wild, because now there’s a werewolf in her kitchen trying to kill her.
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It’s a nasty introduction to the hidden
world of the shifters, but the news gets worse. It’s a world at war, and Kate
will be a casualty if she can’t remember what happened – but first she has to
live through the night.”</blockquote>
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Any better? Worse? What do you think?</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-18077915364790030672014-05-29T20:25:00.002+10:002014-12-11T16:44:27.689+11:00F is for Fire<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Today in A Fantasy Alphabet we arrive at
the letter F. F is for <i>Fire</i>, by
Kristin Cashore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I
read this when it first came out, and remember being lukewarm about it, but on
rereading it for this series, I think that was because I wanted more of the
story we got in <i>Graceling</i>, her first
book, whereas <i>Fire</i> heads off in a
different direction with a new set of characters, though rather loosely set in
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<span lang="EN-US">On rereading for this series I see much to
admire in the story of Fire, a human “monster” in a world where brightly
coloured versions of normal creatures are insanely seductive to others, and are
known as monsters. Fire’s allure is so extreme she can’t even look at herself
in a mirror, as she too feels the pull of her unnatural beauty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Everyone wants to either kill her or kiss
her, and her whole life revolves around dealing with other people’s perception
of her and trying to mitigate the danger to herself and others. She is seen,
particularly by men, as a thing to be possessed, not a person. Hers is an
extreme case, but I can see parallels with the life of even ordinary women,
ever-conscious of the male gaze and its effects, how society insists on
defining women as women first and anything else second, whatever their
achievements.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Fire’s case could be read as an interesting
metaphor for that, but this is only one of the issues Fire must grapple with.
As a monster, she also has powers to coerce people to do her will, which her
dead monster father used to devastating effect. Fire is terrified she too will
turn out like him, a “monster” in the true sense of the word.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">When Fire is forced to travel to the
capital city she becomes enmeshed in the affairs of the royal family, who are
working desperately to stave off civil war. The weak young king is drawn in by
her beauty; his brother Prince Brigan at first despises Fire, because of the
association with her father, who aided and abetted the previous king in his
atrocities. Yet Fire feels a growing attraction to the prince.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But there’s little time to consider
romance, whatever her heart tells her, with spies to interrogate, a civil war
to avert, and many personal revelations. Fire learns that little in life is
black and white, as she grapples with difficult moral questions. Is it right to
use her powers, which might be considered evil (and were often used for evil by
her father) if she uses them for good, to try to save the kingdom? Or does that
still make her a monster? How far can she go and still live with herself? On
the other hand, can she live with herself if she <i>doesn’t</i> use her unique abilities to save lives and help the people
she cares about? She’s also concerned with questions of free will and destiny. Does
her genetic heritage define her, or can she be her own person by making
different decisions to those her father made? Can she atone for her father’s
atrocities by her own sacrifice?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">If I’m making it sound as if the book is
all about debates on morality, don’t worry, there’s plenty of plot too, and
some great characters. In fact the only character I could complain about is
Brigan himself – he’s just too damned perfect. I love him – but the guy has
absolutely no flaws, unlike nearly everyone else in the cast, who are more
nuanced and believably human.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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But the fact that the leading man is so
wonderful is hardly a turn-off, and there’s plenty of crunchy philosophical
questions to consider if a fast-moving plot isn’t enough of an enticement. I’m going
to give it to my daughters to read. A very thoughtful book.</div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-79214023828515990572014-05-26T13:47:00.000+10:002014-05-26T13:49:03.679+10:00Crochet beanie<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">One of the best things about being a parent
is getting to embarrass your children. Think of it as payback for all the
scenes they caused as toddlers, or the times they repeated something they
shouldn’t have, or behaved more like small ferocious animals than human beings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I felt the urge to crochet the other night,
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I loved the subtle colour changes of the
yarn, but felt it needed something more, so I dug through my bag of flower
experiments and came up with this pink and blue one. Good match, huh?<br />
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the house modelling my new beanie for everyone. I may have gushed a little
about my pretty flower.</div>
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Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-7071770648946726412014-05-21T22:24:00.001+10:002014-05-21T22:26:03.367+10:00Review of The Edge of the Woods by Ceinwen Langley<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Emma’s fifth birthday, she and Mama
picnic in the meadow near the village. It’s an idyllic scene, surrounded by
wildflowers and dancing fireflies – until Emma strays too close to the woods
and earns a smack and a stern warning. No one goes near the woods. Young girls
who do have been known to disappear in the middle of the night.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But when Mama falls asleep, the fireflies
lead Emma to a strange young boy making music in the woods.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">By the time Emma turns seventeen she thinks
the boy in the woods was just a dream. Now she’s more concerned with the very
real dilemma facing her. Everyone must marry at eighteen or face a life of
poverty and being shunned by the villagers. For the girls of this sexist
society, it’s marriage or nothing: “Almost every adult in the village is
referred to by their job, and for the women that means ‘wife’.” The problem is,
there are only two boys turning eighteen, and four girls, and all the girls
have more money and social standing than Emma and her widowed mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The village is well and truly under the
thumb of the mayor, whose son is one of the available boys. The mayor is one of
those people who use the rules of their religion as a weapon to control
everyone else, instead of embracing its actual teachings as the compassionate
and principled Emma does.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Two such opposite people are bound to
clash, and at first it seems as though the mayor has all the advantages on his
side. But Emma has love – the love of her mother, of her outcast friend, even
of the mysterious boy in the woods – and love can be a great force for good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This isn’t an epic story with great magics
and kingdoms at stake, but Langley will have you caring very much for the fate
of Emma and her little world. Her characters are real people facing difficult
decisions. Some of Emma’s choices are particularly hard as they affect not only
her own life but the fate of her beloved mother, and I really like that about
this book. Parents are often conveniently absent in YA books, leaving the
heroine free to pursue whatever excitement and/or romance she wishes without
consequence, which is very unrealistic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">There is a romance, but it’s only one
aspect of Emma’s life, not the be-all and end-all. Langley shows that other
kinds of love are just as important, and that it’s the ties that bind us to our
families, the promises we make to our friends, that really make us who we are.
Emma is a strong character and a great role model. She’s tempted by the easy
path, she’s almost seduced by magic, but in the end she remains true to her
values and finds a way forward not only for herself but her whole community.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And what <i>is</i> in the woods? Perhaps not what you might expect – or, if you’ve
read some of the older, darker fairy tales, perhaps it is. I was very glad
there were no easy answers waiting for Emma under the trees. I enjoyed <i>The Edge of the Woods</i> very much. It has
a very likeable heroine, a little magic and a lot of heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-74508637595559451162014-05-19T21:26:00.000+10:002014-05-19T21:26:36.346+10:00Does my butt look big in this???<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">The Carnivore was sorting washing when a
horrified look came over his face. Horrified and really guilty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I put your
running shorts through the dryer and they’ve shrunk. I thought they’d be okay!
I’m really sorry – I’ll buy you another pair.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The Carnivore has a bit of a history of
poor choices with laundry, like the time he put my handknit top in the washing
machine and the sleeve unravelled all around the agitator. Or the time he
washed a brand-new red T-shirt with the whites, and the “whites” all became “pinks”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mind you, I’m not complaining. I have a
husband who helps out a lot with housework, which is great. The occasional
ruined item of clothing is a small price to pay. I’m merely telling you this to
set the scene.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">His apologetic guilt was so amusing I was
very tempted to let him suffer, but I’m not that heartless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“It’s all right, honey. Those aren’t mine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Drama Duck has a pair of running shorts
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Marinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231656540175892601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521732414174370892.post-54536144241698640602014-05-14T16:54:00.003+10:002014-05-14T16:54:45.513+10:00More humour from Baby Duck<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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