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madwriterIn testing the library's new all-in-one academic database search system, I decided to use my Mrs. as my search term--and lo and behold, the papers she's co-written appeared. That was fun to see. (For those who don't already know this, Laurie co-wrote three criminal justice papers for journals while an undergrad here. She's working on two more now, much to help along the applications to the grad schools of her choice.)
This is yet another reason why she was annoyed when someone once asked her, "How does it feel to be married to a writer?" Might as well ask me the same question.
In the meantime, I'd like to write a writerly post answering a question I was asked recently about how to find your voice. A lot of new writers (including me back in the day) have been told simply "Write enough and you'll find it"--which is true, but I think there's more to it than that. I'll cover that sooner or later, but in the meantime I knocked out a bit more voice yesterday.
PROGRESS REPORT FOR 9/3/12
New Words: 900 on chapter 7 ("The Scalphunters") of Arizona. Our intrepid beaver-trapping heroes decide to head north to the Hopi and Navajo lands with the hope of avoiding the Apache altogether. They will, of course, run into other equally bad troubles instead.
Total Words: 158950.
Reason For Stopping: End of scene, lunch, getting ready for work, and a bit more needed research.
Book Year: 1828.
Mammalian Assistance: Vegas discovered that his box pile was free again, and resumed guarding it. Friday guarded the door.
Exercise: Walked Tucker around the neighborhood.
Stimulants: None.
Today's Opening Passage: If there was any job more dangerous than trapping in the 1820s Pimeria Alta, it was mining. Trappers had only a single advantage but it was a big one: They could move about, right out of the Apacheria if needs be. Miners were chained to their mines. While Don Rodrigo tried recruiting men in Tucson and Tubac for his trapping expedition an Apache raid cost him the last of his local mines, an unreliably sputtering source of copper in the miserly Tucson Mountains. Only one survivor walked out of the mineshaft—the last man Rodrigo would have expected to survive.
Darling Du Jour: Mostly a context-based one...
“I’ve hunted with the Hopi and the Navajo both,” Finn said, rubbing his left arm, “and I’d rather take my chances with them than having the Apache hunt me again.”
“The Apache and Navajo are cousins,” the Pima warned. “The only difference is that the Navajo raise sheep and they don’t eat their horses.”
Non-Research / Review Books In Progress: Russka by Edward Rutherfurd; The Great Crash 1929 by John Kenneth Galbraith.
This is yet another reason why she was annoyed when someone once asked her, "How does it feel to be married to a writer?" Might as well ask me the same question.
In the meantime, I'd like to write a writerly post answering a question I was asked recently about how to find your voice. A lot of new writers (including me back in the day) have been told simply "Write enough and you'll find it"--which is true, but I think there's more to it than that. I'll cover that sooner or later, but in the meantime I knocked out a bit more voice yesterday.
New Words: 900 on chapter 7 ("The Scalphunters") of Arizona. Our intrepid beaver-trapping heroes decide to head north to the Hopi and Navajo lands with the hope of avoiding the Apache altogether. They will, of course, run into other equally bad troubles instead.
Total Words: 158950.
Reason For Stopping: End of scene, lunch, getting ready for work, and a bit more needed research.
Book Year: 1828.
Mammalian Assistance: Vegas discovered that his box pile was free again, and resumed guarding it. Friday guarded the door.
Exercise: Walked Tucker around the neighborhood.
Stimulants: None.
Today's Opening Passage: If there was any job more dangerous than trapping in the 1820s Pimeria Alta, it was mining. Trappers had only a single advantage but it was a big one: They could move about, right out of the Apacheria if needs be. Miners were chained to their mines. While Don Rodrigo tried recruiting men in Tucson and Tubac for his trapping expedition an Apache raid cost him the last of his local mines, an unreliably sputtering source of copper in the miserly Tucson Mountains. Only one survivor walked out of the mineshaft—the last man Rodrigo would have expected to survive.
Darling Du Jour: Mostly a context-based one...
“I’ve hunted with the Hopi and the Navajo both,” Finn said, rubbing his left arm, “and I’d rather take my chances with them than having the Apache hunt me again.”
“The Apache and Navajo are cousins,” the Pima warned. “The only difference is that the Navajo raise sheep and they don’t eat their horses.”
Non-Research / Review Books In Progress: Russka by Edward Rutherfurd; The Great Crash 1929 by John Kenneth Galbraith.
