Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Contest Winners!

               



Announcing the winners of the WNI 2013 "A Picture is Worth 500 Words" Writing Contest!
A hearty "thank you" to everyone who entered the contest, which was judged by a panel of five published writers. Although all of the current winners happen to hail from Idaho, this is not always the case. (Living in Idaho is never a contest requirement!)




Congratulations to:
1st Place: This Old House by Tana Essary of Post Falls, ID
2nd Place: Voices on the Wind by Wally Swenson of Shelley, ID 
3rd Place: To Light a Candle by Wendy Steffenhagen of Malad, ID
Prizes will be mailed shortly, and the winning entries posted on the Showcase page of Writing North Idaho. Also, all participants will receive copies of the judges' score sheets. We hope you'll find them informative and encouraging as you continue to grow and develop as writers.

Monday, July 15, 2013

Be A Better Writer

There are numerous articles on how to become a better writer and they are full of good advice: write every day, read, seek criticism, target your audience, proofread, build your vocabulary, do not use words beyond your target audience's educational level in order to sound intelligent, and write what you  know or want to know.

This post deals with the more obscure ways to enhance your writing skills.

1. Shift focus off yourself and on to your target audience.

     What does the reader want from you?
          A. Enjoyment/laughter?
          B. Education---to learn something about a subject?
          C.  Enlightenment?
                (1.) an "Aha!" moment
                (2.) spiritual growth
                (3.) insight
                (4.) persuasion

2. Write with enthusiasm derived from

          A. Experiences
          B. Research
          C. Spiritual beliefs
          D. Personal contacts
          E. Respect for: people, history, animals, physical sciences, fine arts,
               inventions, travel, or psychology
           
3. KISS---keep it simple sweetheart. Crisp, clear, simple writing conveys your
                 meaning but doesn't call attention to itself.         
             
             A. Read each one of your sentences. Can I say it using fewer words or
                  better choices of words that will appeal to all your readers?
                  "I washed the dog using a non-aromatic, dye free, low sudsing, mild
                   soap in "Goldilocks  temperature" (not hot nor cold, just right degree of
                   warmth so not to frighten him) and in a low PABA, plastic pan."       
                                             OR
                  "I shampooed my dog using a non-irritating soap and tepid water."

4. Be honest. Opinions show in your writing. Your words tell others about you and what your think. If you want the reader to believe you, you must be truthful.

5. Use a thesaurus frequently. It takes the boredom out of your sentences and allows you to say precisely what you mean. It helps you to use words correctly.


Sunday, July 14, 2013

Go Ahead, Camp With Kids (It'll Probably Be OK) by G. T. Rees


G. T. Rees and his son Steven at Sawtooth Lake
(We're happy to share this guest post from author G. T. Rees. Check out G. T.'s latest book, Protect Your Nuts, for a great summer read.)

     Last summer, when I took my then eight-year-old son on his first real backpacking trip along with two of his buddies and their dads, I fully expected trouble from the little twerps, and worked myself up to withstand a barrage of complaints. But low and behold, throughout our three-mile hike into the Cabinet Mountains east of Sandpoint, not one complaint of sore legs or boredom came out of their mouths the entire time. Even when the mosquitoes were exsanguinating us through clothing and head nets, my son and his buddies uttered nary a peep of dissent. They were too interested in racing each other up the trail, catching brook trout from the lake, and playing with the campfire to even mention iPods. I was shocked.
           Now it’s getting to be that time of year again in northern Idaho—the outside time of year. I love all the opportunities we have here to experience nature, and with the warming weather, my thoughts have begun to migrate toward what I’ll do with my kids over the fast-approaching summer break. After all, you’ve got to do something with the little skeabers or you’ll soon be counting the seconds until school starts back up and thinking about checking yourself into a mental rehab unit. A backpacking trip into the high country with my now nine-year-old son is definitely on the list. I’ll take my daughter, too, when she’s a bit older and doesn’t complain about sore legs after hiking a hundred yards. Her time’s coming. 
      I treasure the memories from my childhood of hiking and camping in the mountains with my parents: catching bright rainbow trout from alpine lakes using grasshoppers for bait, because I knocked the salmon eggs into the water and we didn’t have anything else to use; poking the campfire with charred sticks and watching the sparks rise into the night to merge with the stars; breathing mountain air so pure and crisp it seems alive. It’s a fact that campfire smoke indelibly prints memories into the brain, don’t know why exactly, but it does because I can vividly recall those childhood experiences as if they happened yesterday. I’m anxious to pass onto my son his own smoke-tinged memories of childhood camping, and last summer I put a great deal of thought into how I could arrange our trip to get him hooked. It wasn’t an easy challenge.
In Coeur d’Alene, we loaded up the truck of a friend and fellow dad with the three eight-year-old boys and their three dads. With the gear, it was a bit snug in the vehicle but the boys in the back kept things lively and no one minded the tight quarters. I don’t think either one of the other dads had ever been as far up into the mountains as I took them, and as we kept driving up and up, there was a bit of apprehension. Once you turn off the paved road, it is a good hour’s drive before you get to the trailhead for Black Tail Lake, where we were going.
When we reached the trailhead, I’ll admit that my misgivings were growing. It was a three-mile hike to the lake, mostly uphill, and despite our efforts to keep the loads light, the packs the kids were carrying looked about as big as them. I really wanted the boys to get the backcountry into their blood but despite my careful planning, I now wasn’t so sure how things would go. Earlier, I had reasoned that the trek was relatively short and up a well-maintained trail I had personally hiked the previous fall, and we were only staying out one night. Easy, I thought. But things did not go quite as I had planned.
The smooth trail of the previous fall was now littered with deadfall that had come down over the winter, some of debris chest-high on me, and whereas the mountains had been mostly bug-free the previous year, packs of ravenous mosquitoes now descended upon us with vigor. I swear the bloodthirsty insects were trying to carry us off, well, at least the boys. A bit of bug spray mostly kept the vampires off, except for one unfortunate kid who, despite the deet, had a face that looked like a lump of cookie dough the next morning. There always seems to be one the mosquitoes pick on. A little guiltily, I was glad it wasn’t me.
Despite the hardships, the boys took the challenges well and we made good time to the lake. I’ve noticed that often the best way to motivate my son is to include a few of his friends in whatever venture I’m trying to get him involved in. If it had just been the two of us, I can guarantee you there would have been ample complaints, mostly from him, but with his buddies along for a bit of camaraderie and competition, it was an entirely more positive experience.
Blacktail Lake is a beautiful little gem fixed high up the Cabinet Mountains with a grassy meadow on one side and a towering mountain slope on the other. We set up at a nice little campsite next to the lake. We put the boys to work collecting firewood, of which they brought in some, while we dads set up tents and unpacked gear. I tied a fly onto a line for my son and the boys were soon busy trying to catch the numerous brook trout in the lake. The trout in these backcountry lakes are small, but easy to catch with a dry fly and are a lot of fun for kids. I don’t know why exactly, but they don’t seem to like bait. However, you can spot a fish in the clear mountain water and drop a fly in front of it and get a hit nearly every time. The boys weren’t particularly skilled with a fly rod, but with a bit of help they managed to land half-a-dozen little brown fish before it got dark, and despite my son falling off a log into the water, they all had a great time. The hike back the following day was mostly downhill and the kids joked and laughed like the annoying eight-year-old boys they were. Despite the deadfall and clouds of mosquitoes, the trip was a success.
So, get on out there and make some memories of your own with your kids. If you don’t have a kid, borrow someone else’s. The parents will thank you for it. I can’t guarantee it, but it’ll probably be okay.
Recently, when I asked my son if he wanted to go backpacking again this summer he scrunched up his face, bounced up and down, and emphatically responded, “Yes. With friends. Somewhere we can go fishing.” I can’t help but get all warm and fuzzy on the inside with a response like that, assured now that my son’s future will hold a wealth of smoke-scented memories of time spent in the wild with his dad.

AUTHOR BIO: G. T. Rees's work has won multiple awards from the Idaho Writer’s League and been published in Idaho Magazine and Predator Xtreme, and Fish Alaska Magazine.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Verbivore's Feast: Book Review

Some people collect coins or stamps or dolls or butterflies or autographs. I collect words and phrases, plucking them from my reading and listening and capturing them in a notebook. Sometimes I collect them merely because I like the way they sound, like fluorescent, cameo, chrysalis, and jubilee.  Sometimes I like what they stand for: grace, sapphire, cocoa. And I love to delve into their origins.

Recently I had the fun experience of being able to explain to friends what "I'll be there with bells on" really means. ("I'll be there with the bells still intact on my horse's harness," i.e., carefree and happy, experiencing no trouble along the way--although I've also seen an alternative explanation involving sailors' bell-bottom pants that doesn't make much sense to me.)

Given my proclivity for words and phrases, Verbivore's Feast by "Chrysti the Wordsmith," aka Montana author and radio personality Chrysti M. Smith, has been a delight. Organized alphabetically, Verbivore's Feast is a serendipitous collection for words and phrases, with a page of explanation for each. Here's one entry, chosen at random:

PAINT THE TOWN RED

"The common American expression paint the town red means 'to celebrate wildly, to party with unruly abandon.' Though every American English speaker knows what the expression means, its origin is surprisingly fugitive.

"One theory suggests the paint in this expression was actually red fire that blazed in frontier settlements after an attack by some vengeful faction. This notion provided a later metaphor for celebrants who partied with incendiary glee.

"William and Mary Morris, in the Morris Dictionary of Word and Phrase Origins, contend that the red in this phrase refers to the red-light districts in western towns. A herd of rowdy workers, after visiting that shady section for whiskey and company, might decide to treat the whole town like a red-light district, thus 'painting the town red.'

"Or perhaps the red in this expression is symbolic of violence and blood, giving us a phrase that figuratively means to cover the town with bloodshed and brawling.

"A final contender connects this phrase with an older expression to pain, meaning 'to drink'; the paint here is the red on a drunk's nose. Using this notion, to paint the town red is to visit every saloon on the streets.

"This lively expression has a mind of its own, refusing the scrutiny of America's most earnest word watchers." (from Verbivore's Feast by Chrysti M. Smith, copyright 2004, Farcountry Press)

There you have it, readers. Which explanation of paint the town red seems the most likely to you? Have you heard any others?

Verbivore's Feast is filled with these delightful tidbits. Next I'm off to see if I can dig up a copy of the Morris Dictionary of Word and Phrase Origins for myself Meanwhile I'm adding incendiary to my word-collection notebook.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Protect Your Nuts FREE July 10 on Amazon


Exciting news! The Kindle version of Protect Your Nuts, the debut novel by author (and  Writing North Idaho guest blogger) G. T. Rees, will be distributed FREE on Amazon this Wednesday, July 10!
Walnut farmer Jubal Harris watches helplessly as his father wastes away from Alzheimer’s disease. It’s only a matter of time, and when the old man dies, there’s going to be a $5 million estate tax bill. Jubal doesn’t have the money, and getting it means selling out. So he hatches a plan to hide his father in Costa Rica, away from the government’s prying eyes. 
It’s a good crime that quickly goes bad. Jubal’s greedy sister, a nosy IRS agent, and a blackmailer all make trouble, endangering the plan and sending events spinning. Saving the family farm ain’t easy and things might get a bit shaky, downright questionable even, for Jubal to salvage the scheme.
With the help of his wife, secretary, and her bounty hunter boyfriend, Jubal just might have a chance. 

G. T. "Gabe" Rees' work has won multiple awards from the Idaho Writer’s League and been published in Idaho Magazine and Predator Xtreme, and Fish Alaska Magazine.
Don't miss this chance to order Protect Your Nuts FREE on Amazon, July 10 only!

Music Soothes the Savage Brain

One of the keys to productive writing is to understand the kind of environment that lets you do your best work. I've long understood that I write better with music playing in the background. I thought this was just a quirk of mine, like a preference for cool cloudy days and butterscotch, but it turns out there's science behind it--specifically neuroscience and psychology.

We've talked before about using music to get in the mood of fiction, such as channeling ragtime or Cole Porter to immerse in an historical time period. But here's the twist--using music can help you focus and reach the yearned-for "flow" state while doing ANY task that requires concentration.

Here's the thing: our brains is wired for distractability. While we focus our selective attention on a task, other environmental factors fade into the background. But at some level our senses are constantly scanning the environment for clues to danger. Each time you catch a flicker of light out of the corner of your eye or feel the hair stand up on the back of your neck, you can thank your brain and nervous system for keeping you safe.

This system worked very well for most of human history, keeping us alert to threats and predators so that we could catch our dinner before becoming dinner for something else. But in today's stimuli-rich environment, it's too much. We keep picking up on sensory signals that we no longer need to respond to, pulling our attention away from the task at hand for no good reason.

Here's where music comes in. If you choose the right kind of music (nothing that will make you jump, jive, and wail or send you packing down Memory Lane), you'll occupy the auditory portion of the brain just enough give it something to chew on while you get your task done. According to the research, gentle music that plays at 60 beats per minute is ideal for decreasing neural activity and reaching a relaxed yet alert state. It takes about 20 minutes to reach peak concentration, which then lasts up to 40 minutes before a break is needed.

You can read the science here.

I've been experimenting with a program called focus@will that plays the right kind of music for building concentration. My choice is Classical, but the program also offers Spa, Up Tempo, Alpha Chill, Acoustical, Cinematic, and Ambient channels, none of which I've tried yet.

I've been using focus@will for about three days while plowing through a grueling nonfiction writing project, and I do believe it's helping me concentrate, although I've enjoyed the music so much that I've had to stop four times to write down the title and composer of what I'm listening to, which is obviously a distraction, albeit a pleasant one. According to the research, the best music ambient music is neither particularly liked or disliked, so maybe I'm liking it a little more than I'm supposed to for maximum benefit. I can live with that. If you find a particular musical selection too distracting, you can alert focus@will and banish it forever from your playlist, but I'm actually looking forward to hearing my favorites again.

There's a free three-week trial period, after which the music may be purchased by paid subscription or in free 100-minute chunks, which is ample time for the typical work cycle of 20 minutes ramp-up and 40 minutes deep concentration. I suppose Pandora or your own personal music collection could work as well, but wouldn't be preselected to soothe the frontal cortex and stimulate cognitive function.
And all that jazz.

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Friday, July 5, 2013

The Joy of Prosody: Children's Poetry



By Liz Mastin

Children’s poetry need not consist merely of lines which are appropriately child-like and rhyme. Today’s children’s poetry can contain good-quality poetry and may serve as an excellent introduction into the world of poetry in general.

I was fortunate in sitting next to a children’s book agent at a luncheon last year during the Whidbey Island Writer’s Conference in Langley. As I had an opportunity to find out something about what is in demand for children’s books, I also asked her if there were any children’s books featuring poetry that were doing well. 

She suggested several books.  I looked online at Amazon, hoping to read a few sample pages. Right away, one of the recommended books stood out. The name of the book was “A Whiff of Pine, a Hint of Skunk” by Deborah Ruddell. This book also had lovely illustrations by Joan Rankin. Reviews on the back of the book stated “A terrific introduction to poetry, with a smile attached” Kirkus Reviews, “Delightful” School Library Journal, and “Lyrical” Publishers Weekly.

I felt that as an incentive, when writing children’s poetry, it would pay to buy this book for reference, and I will be happy to share with you some of the unusual poems it contains and how they are written!

A Wild Turkey Comments on His Portrait

I find it most insulting
that you’ve traced around your hand
and colored all my feathers
either plain old brown or tan.

Where’s the copper? Where’s the gold
that a turkey should expect?
Where on earth is raw sienna,
And where is the respect?

Finally, I’m baffled
That you’ve made me look so dumb.
My head is quite distinguished
And it’s nothing like your thumb.

This poem is written with alternating trimeter (three beats) and tetrameter (four beats) lines.  While there are other feet, (substitutions), the poem is in iambics with da DUM  da DUM sounds.)  Yet what makes a poem like this more exceptional is that the messages in the poems are not the tired, so expected ones. This poem opens the door for learning, as well. A child may want to know, exactly what is raw sienna? The vocabulary is more elevated, as in the word distinguished.

Here is another:

Moonlit Raccoon

In a watery mirror
  the rugged raccoon
admires his face
by the light of the moon:
the mysterious mask,
The whiskers beneath,
the sliver of cricket
still stuck in his teeth.

This poem is written in anapestic dimeter. That means it sounds like da da DUM, da da DUM.  Anapests have two soft accents and one strong. Again, the poem is very clever, and you can hear techniques like alliteration in the way the animal is called a rugged raccoon (two r’s)  and in mysterious mask with its two m’s. The last two lines have alliterative quality with all the s’s: sliver, still and stuck.

Liz Mastin Bio
Liz Mastin is a poet who lives in Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho during the summer and Bullhead City, Arizona in winter. She thrives on the study of the great poets, their biographies, the schools of poetry to which they adhered, and the poetic conventions of the times in which they lived.

While she enjoys free verse as well as metrical poetry, her main interest lies in prosody. She notices that most of the enduring poems are those we can remember and recite. Liz enjoys poetry forms such as the sonnet, the sestina, the couplet, blank verse, simple quatrains, etc. and she hopes to see modern poets regain interest in studied metrical poetry.


Liz is currently putting together her first collection of poems which should be completed this winter. The poems are a mixture of metrical and free verse poems.