Thursday, April 30, 2009
In the March 6, 2009 issue of Science (vol. 323, p. 1339), Dr. Gregory Barsh and graduate student Tovi Anderson describe the genetics of black coloration in wolves. They examined genetic variation in wolves, dogs and coyotes, and concluded that dark coloration was introduced into the wolf population from domesticated dogs. Black wolves probably started appearing shortly after the first humans (and their domesticated dogs) migrated to North America.
Humans often have disastrous effects on wolf populations. Global warming and land development reduce wolves’ habitat. It is ironic that a gene introduced to the wolf population by man’s best friend may help wolves survive.
Here is a related article in Science Daily.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sure, it's hard to find time to write.
But there has to be an easier way.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Major revisions are difficult. Even a short novel is unwieldy to turn inside out and attack from a different angle. I've decided to start the revolution.
Today I sent my fictional heroes to Laguna Beach. They had a lousy time, but I enjoyed my mini, expense-free vacation on a gray Michigan day.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I’d like to propose an alternate approach. The parent can be clueless. This oblivious parent doesn’t have to be in prison or on mind altering drugs. He or she can be loving and attentive, but simply not know what’s going on.
What happens in school stays in school.
Last night I attended Jeremy’s choir concert and discovered he was singing a solo. Surprise! He sang the “EEEE-EE-EE-EE-EE um um awaaaaay” on Mbube (The Lion Sleeps Tonight) and sounded terrific.
I’ve blogged about The Cone of Silence before. I’ve even written about this song, but alas, I didn’t suspect the solo.
If kids don’t talk about positive stuff, who knows what else lurks beneath the surface?
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Last Monday, I posted that I was putting aside TAoCBS. I started an exciting new affair with DB. I adored the protagonist of DB for at least a couple chapters. Then, alas, TAoCBS started looking better. I remembered its laughter and light-hearted spirit.
In honor of the NCAA playoffs, I revisited G&G, my basketball novel. Perhaps G&G is my true champion.
Fortunately, CBL is off getting a paid critique. Out of sight. Out of mind.
I noticed something important during my wild and crazy spring break. The manuscripts with male protagonists have more action than the ones with female protagonists. Who knew my muse was so sexist?
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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The UCSD notified acceptances in March, but they do not send rejection letters. It's easy to see why so many students were upset.
There might be a story in here somewhere.
The next time I get a rejection, I'm going to console myself by realizing the agent did not write, "Yes!" then later tell me, "Uh, sorry. I meant another writer."
And the next time one of my characters has to face disappointment, I will first set him on top of the world.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
"They tell me what car I should drive, what beer I should drink, and what insurance I should buy if I do both simultaneously."
Monday, April 6, 2009
Now it's time to put it aside. I’m not doing this because The Voice of Doubt has joined a street gang which he/she/it has. The Voice of Reason is telling me that I know enough about writing to recognize that this manuscript is not a novel. Maybe someday, I'll figure it out, but right now, I don’t have the answers.
Meanwhile, there are other stories to tell and other voices to discover.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Have you ever noticed how some phases in the English language are intended to be untruthful?
With all due respect
Don’t worry about it
Leave it to me
Just follow the instructions
You’ll be done in no time
Trust me on this
It’s not that bad
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Jeremy (singing falsetto): In the jungle, the mighty jungle,
Me: Don’t sing while you’re driving.
Jeremy: the lion sleeps tonight.
Me: Okay. Only at red lights.
Me (after emphatically correcting a driving error): When I was learning to drive, Grandma got mad at me.
Jeremy: You must have been terrible. Grandma was really nice.