Last time, Elizabeth wrote about her struggles with censorship and with senseorship (and no, they aren’t the same thing, and it wasn’t just a typo – ask her and find out!). Her post really resonated with me. So much so that the lovely post I had planned to write on starting a new novel has gone on the back burner. All I’ve been able to think about since reading her post is how much do politics belong in our professional lives?

            Now, this isn’t a new question. Authors have asked themselves this for years, I’m sure. Only now, with the advent of social media, we have greater exposure than ever. Our readers can know more about us, faster, than ever before. Plus, it seems every day there is another opportunity to share this, or to like that.

            Do these opportunities change our obligations and responsibilities? What if what we like is unpopular? Or something we don’t like is popular? If we speak out about something, will there be fallout? If we don’t speak out about something, does that imply we condone it? What if we just don’t give a damn? Do we owe it to our readers to let them know where we stand? Do they even care?

            It’s an election year – and a messy one at that. The country is incredibly divided. As the campaign continues, there are going to be more and more opportunities to speak out, to like or unfriend, to share or delete. To talk about our personal opinions in the midst of our professional lives. What’s our responsibility? Where are our obligations?

            There are no easy answers, and I certainly don’t have one. But, as Elizabeth said in her post, I think these are questions worth asking, and conversations worth having. So…what do you think?

           

---Pauline Trent

Senseorship

by Elizabeth Komisar / Sylvia Violetta

We live in perilous times. Pick up a newspaper or turn on the television and it seems the whole bloody world is spiraling further and further away from reason. From peace… From everything sensible and good… The list is endless. At least further away from the ideals I think our forefathers shaped our country with. What did they really mean when they slapped together that little document called The Constitution of the United States of America? The Bill of Rights?

I ask myself, after pondering the array of garbage that comes across the airwaves or is shown in galleries or in whatever venue you can think of as “art” what exactly did they envision as freedom of speech or expression? Did they intend it to include religious icons covered in excrement on display in public buildings or holy books being burned? Did they mean to protect proponents of child pornography or lyrics to a song that glorify school shootings with your “daddy’s” gun? I’m not sure, but I find myself thinking about it, often. In fact, today, another high school shooting in Ohio has claimed three lives and hurt many others. You might ask what all of this has to do with Senseorship. Quite a bit.

We walk a thin line between right and wrong. As long as we “think” something does no harm we overlook it. But the moment it backfires, we point the finger at whoever we blame without thinking about our own responsibilities and how turning a blind eye contributes to these violent episodes. The written word packs a more powerful punch than anything I’ve ever encountered. It’s timeless—in essence, immortal.

So my question really is how much freedom is too much? I dare not say, and have only begun to consider this myself. And I know I’m not alone. We need to think before we write, consider the consequences before we speak. I wholly believe our forefathers envisioned a people worthy of the freedom to think for themselves—and act appropriately. Senseorship doesn’t mean suppressing our words. It means embracing this precious freedom and remembering how delicate it truly is. Exercising prudence and commonsense. Lately, it seems some of us have forgotten what that tremendous responsibility entails.

Rote Skills and Creativity

by Tam Linsey

I've often wondered why so many writer friends I know like to crochet or knit. For a long time, I refused to put a hand to a ball of yarn, insisting I had no time for such endeavors. But my critique group had dubbed themselves the "Critters and Knitters," and one by one, those who did not know how to create using needles or a hook took up the practice.

I gave in September of 2010, toting a single skein of cotton yarn and a crochet hook to our yearly writing retreat. I just wanted to fit in. I made a dishtowel, and felt I'd mastered the double crochet, so I moved on to making circles and got a matching set of coasters.

I learned the half-double crochet stitch and made a bathmat for my cousin as a wedding gift. How cool is that? I love homemade gifts.

Then came the back post stitch. And various types of increasing and decreasing stitches. Shell stitches, popcorn stitches, V stitches… Next thing I knew, I was making broomstick lace and creating sweaters and fingerless gloves.

My critique partners laugh at me.

Out of all the Critters and Knitters, I've become the most obsessed. I'm infatuated with textures and shapes. The feel of different types of yarn possesses me. When I'm stuck on a passage of my writing, I pick up yarn and hook and put a few stitches onto my latest project until my head clears. I've become so comfortable with the action of crochet, it is like second nature.

Now I realize why writers like to do hand-work; it engages another form of creativity and clears the mind just enough to find the plot point or character choice or perfect twist without occluding our thoughts about the story. Rote skills require us to engage a different part of our brain. (Plus keeping my hands busy keeps me from eating! lol!)

Playing Solitaire, taking a walk or a shower, even going for a drive can do the same thing. But I find I can be easily taken away from my writing if I leave my seat. So crochet works best for me.

Do you have an activity you find re-engages your creativity?

© Tam Linsey, 2011. All rights reserved.

Home Sweet Home-School

This has been one of the coldest, snowiest Alaskan winters in memory -- or so I hear. We're in Hawaii for a few sanity-saving weeks, along with our seven-year old and a backpack full of her schoolwork. This, no doubt, will be our only brush with home-schooling—at least until our next trip to Hawaii. And wow, it sure is an eye-opening experience. Here's a quick rundown of the ups and downs. 

Upside:

She can flit from one subject to another, so she never gets bored with any one thing.

Downside: 

Are we encouraging ADD here? Focus, girl, focus.

Upside:

We can decide it’s a beach day and spend the morning snorkeling and catch up on schoolwork later.

Downside:

Chances of actually catching up: zilch.

Upside:

She thrives on the one-on-one attention.

Downside:

One-on-one attention is exhausting for the parent side of the equation. Talk about a crash course in patience.

Upside:

It’s an excuse for field trips to the Mauna Kea Observatory for stargazing.

Downside:

Field trip nearly killed our truck.

Upside:

We get LOTS of quality time with the kid.

Downside:

She’s jonesing for some friend-time. It’s possible she’s getting sick of us.

Upside:

She can go to Circus Camp a couple afternoons a week and learn valuable life skills such as stilt-walking and unicycle-riding.

Downside: 

Not sure stilt-walking will help with No Child Left Behind school testing.

Learning to walk on stilts

So … the jury’s still out on this brief home-schooling experience. It’s fun, but it does take lots of time and attention from either me or her father. Overall, I think it’s a wonderful experience for her, though my own writing has taken a hit. (You probably haven’t seen me as much on Twitter lately.) But it’s worth it to spare her a few weeks of neverending winter. If you've had experience with home-schooling and would like to offer up some tips, I'd love to hear them!

Love from the hammock --

Jennifer Bernard

JenniferBernard.net

TIME is RUNNING OUT!.....

Next in the Betrayer Series

Time is running out to be part of my next book

 Kiss of the Betrayer

The deadline to enter the 'Name the Character' Contest

ends on February 14

So enter now

Rules: Read the character description

                Come up with a clever name

                You can submit just a first name, just a last name, or both


How to Enter: You may enter five ways:

1.                  Email your name choice to boonebrux@gmail.com

                     Put Name Contest in the subject line

2.                  Tweet me at Twitter

3.                  Go to my Facebook Author Page at Facebook
                     At the left side of the page

                     Click on the 'Contact Boone' button

                     Put your answer in the Message section

4.                  On my website, you can enter by sending me a message

                     from my 'Contact Boone' page

5.                  Last, but not least, you may enter from my blog

                     Just click on Contact Me at upper right corner of sidebar

                     and send me your entry

Easy squeezy!!!

How will the name be chosen?

1.                  Every entry will be considered and chosen through a process of elimination by myself and other Entangled Publishing editors, including Heather Howland, Libby Murphy & Kerry Vail. 

2.                  In case of a tie, the winner will be randomly drawn.

What will I win?

·                     The character in Kiss of the Betrayer will be given your contest entry name and you will receive a glowing acknowledgment in the book, praising your brilliance and creativity. 

·                     Your contribution will be heralded throughout the land on several blogs, including my personal blog, website, Facebook and the Entangled Publishing blog.

·                     You will receive a signed copy of Shield of Fire and Kiss of the Betrayer when released. 

·                     $50 gift card to Amazon

So let your creativity flow and name this character

·                     Female, approximately 29 years of age

·                     Sturdy and curvaceous, medium height, long brown hair and hazel eyes

·                     Profession: Prostitute, works the docks

·                     Private Life: Poor, Single mother with three children, 12, 4, and five months

·                     Redeeming Qualities: Strong, resourceful, has a good heart, would rather sell her body than accept charity, a good mother, fearless, smart, streetwise, rolls with the punches

·                     Less Redeeming Qualities: Stubborn, too curious for her own good, has associations with a lot of unsavory people.

·                     Significance in the book: This character is slated to become a major secondary character, appearing throughout the rest of the series

Okay people, name that character. I've received some great entries so far. This is going to be a tough one to judge!

--- Boone Brux

Not Feelen the Luv

What the pustulated pox-marks on the drippy foreskin of a one-armed ogre piano player trying ta make a little chump change in the middle of town square would ya make of the last few months I’ve had?

I don’t think she luvs me anymore!

Maxine Mansfield that is.

I’m sooooooo alone.

What’s she been spending her time doing instead of paying attention to me? Well, that’s a good question. She’s been write…write…writing male on male…umm…stories.

And before ya ask, sigh, nope, I’m not even in it. I’m not even mentioned, can ya believe that? And, ta make matters worse, The Wild Rose Press gave her a stupid contract for it, so now I’ll never get her undivided attention again.

If I wasn’t immortal, I swear I’d go lay out in the snow until even my willy froze solid and fell off. Though with as impressive as my love muscle is, that might take quite awhile.

I guess I shouldn’t complain too much. At least she’s still doing the edits-that-never-end on my, I mean Uthiel and Briar’s story, Touched by the Magic.

But, damn’t, I want some ME time, I deserve it. Especially after all I’ve done for her.

Maybe I can get her attention back with a game. Perhaps a round or two of Hide-the-Sausage? Or…hehehe…Ride-um-Cowboy?

Sigh, the sacrifices a gnome makes for stardom! But, desperate times call for desperate measures, and as we all know, once ya go gnome, you’ll never again roam.

                     Leeky Shortz

                     Rogue Gnome Extraordinar

Think SMALL...and accomplish more!

   Every year about Solstice time I have a sense of eagerness begin to build, then just after Christmas, I generally find a quiet time to reflect on the year past.

   That reflection can sometimes take the form of recrimination for projects languishing, phone calls not made or good intentions paving my personal road to hell.  Sometimes.  But being the optimist I am, that afore mentioned eagerness morphs into full blown enthusiasm for the coming year.
   I convince myself that I can see a clear and easy path through the latest project. That making a phone call and sending birthday cards on time is simply a matter of better organization.

   January first is the beginning of the rest of my life, a full and successful life. A life that finds my butt firmly planted in my chair, writing and ignoring the fire alarms. I usually find my unofficial resolutions teetering on the edge of the abyss of an overextended life and the lists of daily, weekly and monthly activities to be accomplished.

   So this January I’ve been reading  about how to take baby steps, how to not be intimidated by large projects and most important how to slow down and think in small manageable blocks of time.
This year I’m going to try to ‘THINK SMALL’ and accomplish more. Does that work for you or do you thrive on fear and guilt?

---by DeNise Woods, author