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Friday Night Lights: The Thing about Why

Shots echo.

Not many.

Just enough.

Congress votes down

new gun law.

 

 

Children dead –

six year olds 

remebered from Sandy Hook.

Once smiling faces

not enough to move

men and women

in big boy

and big girl suits.

 

Yesterday, an armed man

threatens the school

where I used to

substitute.

The police got him

before he ever arrived.

 

 

Blue strobes of light

flash around a house

and a boat with a man.

No answers as to why.

 

Explosion,

Texas,

Clover.

Why?

 

A lot happened this week. More than words can express. In fact, I could not find words to express how I felt about what happened in Boston, the Senate, Texas and at a school where I used to substitute teach. The moment I found out I thought of Sandy Hook and September 11, 2001.

Journalists are busy right now. They will answer the who, what, when and where.

The why is harder.

Why would someone set off bombs?

Why would someone limit certain people access to guns?

Why are innocent people killed?

Why are children killed?

There is no certain answer.

Only this:

We, the writers, compose to explore the why.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

Thoughts, prayers and love for Texas, Boston and Clover High

Write like a Turtle, Edit like a Fox

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The sea turtle, box turtles and large land turtles take their time getting somewhere, but they choose different paths, have a hard shell and get where they’re going.


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The fox watches, waits and listens. Those are essential to editing. When you think you’re ready to send a piece out, step back into the grass and hear your story read out loud again.

Turtles are born with hard shells.

Most writers are not.

With time you build one. If not, you quit. Sure, there are still critiques that hurt to hear, but we need them said.

I need them said.

Turtles also move slow to get where they’re going.

Every writer, journalist and author sets out on a different path. Many writers have deadlines. I lived by deadlines at one time, and now I set them for creative work.

That does not mean you look for the short cuts.

Today, I smiled when I completed writing my longest story to date, 22 pages, When Tomorrow Comes. I began writing the story sometime between July and October 2011.

You say: Come on, Rebecca, it’s 2013 and that’s only twenty-two pages.

I say: Yeah, but it took a long time to figure out where the story was heading.

I knew I had a story about a mother who lost her husband and job as a financial advisor in the city. She lost her house, and her popular teenage daughter lost her prominent place at a private school. She attended a public school with a two-star rating online.

Those ideas took time to develop and unfold. Only in the last five months has the story really molded into what I wanted, and I’ve enjoyed writing it.

Sometimes I like to slow down and read over the last couple of paragraphs before I write again. Scientists do not want to mess up formulas and most that I’ve observed – on television – pour their solutions slowly into another container.

If the words invite you dance, then let them lead. Take slow steps. Watch the words pour on the page.

When I completed my story today, I felt happy. I have written many stories I am not happy with or were for the pure purpose of self-help during tough times. I never planned to use them for anything.

As I wrote back and forth between Catherine, the mom, and Tara, the daughter, I could not stop.

I must admit the story is not a first draft. It’s more like a sixth because I’ve edited it many times before I began writing the next section. Yes, I edit stories before I complete them, but every author is different. I do the same with my Elliot McSwean  stories.

In my approach to editing, I look like a fox.

  1. Watch

    Read through one paragraph or page at a time. Soak it in. Take in the scene.

  1. Poke your ears up.

    Listen. Read your work out loud. Then listen to someone else or a computer voice read it back to you. I use both of these techniques, which have helped me improve my self-editing.

  1. Slow Approach

    Have you watched an Arctic fox sneak up on a rabbit? A good hunter approaches its prey that never hears it coming.

    Be that way in your editing.

    As proud as I am of the fact I completed writing my story today, I know I will go back and slash out words and dialogue that just does not work.

    If you’re good, those unnecessary words and accidental punctuation won’t hear your backspace or return button go click-click-gone.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

Thank you again to all of my readers who have stuck with me even though I haven’t stuck to my schedule. My mom is doing better and she is out of the hospital.

Courage to Face the Ocean

Journalists require the who, what, when, where and how.

Writers need inspiration.

Inspiration does not need to be place and time, but a photograph, portrait or a beautiful memory painted in the mind. Writers will work with it.

Sometimes the task seems too big and rejections too many. We do not realize all we need is the courage of a single child.

Photos and Words by Rebecca T. Dickinson

Remembering Sandy Hook Elementary

The story is everywhere.

You flip from one channel to the other, and you see the broadcast reporters in the same place:

Newtown, Conn.

The questions are the same.

Why would someone shoot twenty children and six school staff? How could this happen?

As artists, we seek to discover a character’s motive for an action or crime. Mark Twain himself said reality is stranger than fiction.

Perhaps you thought about where you were Friday morning.

I was in a music classroom with twenty second graders singing Christmas songs. Twenty happy faces. Twenty singing voices.

Twenty children.

Words failed to come out of my mouth when I saw the news later Friday afternoon. A tear went down my face. I hugged my son when I picked him up from his morning school.

I felt his warm body and looked into his big blue eyes. He was mad because he had been sent to time out several times for throwing toys. On Friday, none of those actions mattered. My son was with me.

As a writer, many of my stories are written about children and families. Right now, I have no words.

Just the same questions as you.

What do we say?

What can we do?

How can we comfort?

Dedicated to all the families, victims and paramedics of the Sandy Hook Elementary School.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

What to do When Nervous Strikes

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Faces transform into other appearances and shapes.

They change from circles to ovals with a rectangular jaw.

One after the other—I feel like I watch a parade of constant change goes by.

I did watch a parade go by Saturday. By that afternoon, my gut turned green from changes in my schedule at work. I knew a few of the changes were coming, but Friday at 4; I was presented with more. A cast of nerves and thoughts paraded through my mind.

Diagnosed with OCD at seventeen, I have had to learn to adapt to change. Life leads us to spots in the road where we must make a U-turn or go another direction.

I was facing anxiety about Monday’s schedule on Friday after I had returned home from my second job and still heard third graders tattle telling in my ear.

If that was not enough for my nervous system, my husband and I attended a giant family get together of his father’s family. I had not met most of them. It has taken time for the concept of our marriage—since we are 32 years apart—to settle.

Before we left his father’s farm, John said, “Watch this.” John drove off the road into and over a small valley. He pulled up next to his teenage son who has ignored him as much as possible for two-and-a-half years. Although they had talked at the family gathering, John talked to him again.

“I did that to remind him no matter how he tries to ignore me that I’m there. I will always be there for my son.”

My heart beat three times faster. Nerves pushed me against the wall.

What happens when nervousness follows us to the keyboard or on paper?

When I’m angry, I scrawl poetry.

When I’m sad, I write more poetry.

When I feel and think a mixture of thoughts, I write a new short story.

But, most writers know when they deal with mad, sadness or even happiness.

We do not deal as well when our nervous system collapses on us in the middle of writing or editing.

First you must step out of your comfort zone. Whether it is taking a break from the computer screen or going outside to observe people; we need a break from our anxiety. Take a walk. Get a drink. Occupy on your mind on a small project separate from writing.

Second listen to music. Play classical, blues or jazz. Music unleashes a flurry of feeling needed for all five senses in our writing.

Do not be afraid to occupy your mind with dreams of the future. Dream of that chance you will become a successful author, poet, editor, journalist or writing professor. Dream that person is you and what you might do. Record your dreams. Yes, you are writing again, but you are writing those feel good words needed to encourage you.

What are you going to expect when we, as writers, face the skepticism and sometimes hard to hear critiques of others and ourselves?

We look at the dreams we recorded to remember why it is we write in the first place.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

I Will Remember

I will remember beyond the eleventh hour of the eleventh day in the eleventh month.

I will remember.

Great Uncle Durgin’s plane was shot down by the Luftwaffe. His body, never found.

His 19 years will not waste away in the Mediterranean Sea. One day—when the time is right—my second child will be named for him.

Casper Marshall Durgin Jr. served in World War II. His name is listed in a memorial inside St. Paul’s Cathedral.

I will remember my father could not watch Forest Gump because of the war scenes. No story or song need remind him of the Vietnam War. He understood—the real life version for those who’ve read The Hunger Games—what it meant when his country drew his number; his name.

Daddy sacrificed. Words cannot reclaim the unspoken pains he knew and saw. No matter how much time goes by, he will always recall memories from a far away land.

I will not forget the veteran I interviewed for a Veteran’s Day article in 2008. He did not want to talk to me, the reporter with pen and paper. Looking back now, I can’t blame him. I wanted to write a good story and meet a deadline.

I was 23. How could I relate to the horrors that flew home with the Afghanistan veteran? He spoke of nightmares, storms, distrust in the way things were and of how many homeless veterans had been forgotten.

Never again will I take the attitude of the 23-year-old I was. I will remember behind the names on every memorial, life was taken. Some of the soldiers who returned home brought war with them.

What or who will you remember today?

World War I Memorial on the South Carolinana Library wall.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

How Does Career Choice Affect Writers?

I am reading Carl Hiaasen’s Nature Girl.


I never doubt Hiaasen’s authenticity when it comes to creating over-the-top characters. In journalism, over-the-top is sometimes the norm. What led Hiaasen to become an author?

Since falling for his writing style—with which I share certain satirical values in my contemporary stories—I had decided to research the author. I discovered he is a longtime journalist for The Miami Herald. His column is said to express outspoken views. He wrote his first two books with another author, and Hiaasen also reminds me of Hemingway.

Hemingway, also a man of many words, worked as a journalist. Some of his work I appreciate, and some is as good. Again—at one time—I wondered: Must a person work in a writing-related career to become an author?

No doubt it helps.

Author Carl Hiaasen, author of Nature Girl.

Ernest Hemingway

An editor once told me there is a difference between a journalist and a writer. Another editor told me journalism students cannot write with the same creativity as a writer. (Not my belief.) A publisher complimented me on the fact that I had little trouble coming up with great leads for stories, which was a challenge for many young journalists.

After I left full-time journalism, I did—and still do—freelance work. I thought it was beneficial to become a copy writer or something in the publishing industry.

But, I am not journalist or someone who belongs in front of a computer all day.

And, I’m not Hemingway or Hiaasen.

For two years, I dressed in costume as a reporter. I told myself it would support the (creative) writing. It was a good lie until the day I stopped writing.

Something stirred in my gut. I fought it because I had the messed up notion in my mind that if I became a teacher, I would already be viewed as the writer who failed.

It was a good try,” I thought someone would say. “Let’s pack up the pens and try something that brings in a real paycheck.”

How many teachers have gone on to become great writers? I don’t know.

In my life, writing and education walked hand-in-hand. One guided the other.

Older children and teenagers are main characters in my stories and novel.

I am still learning to build writing and editing time into my new schedule, but I find myself happier and, hopefully, a better writer.

Do you believe your profession can work with your writing?

What do you do to make time for writing?

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

The Unfortunate Cycle: What is the Affect of Sports Worship in Writing?

I am a die-hard college football fan.

I cheered as loud as the college kids on television when ESPN’s College Gameday came to the home of my team, the South Carolina Gamecocks.

Before the big game, I prep a football-worthy meal, and on Sunday I go to church for my 2 year old son’s baptism.

Everything I have written waves a red flag and says, “Southern stereotype.” But, what if I told you my son will never play football.

Stories from the News

Last Monday, the national news covered a story about coaches of a national middle school football league, who paid their players  for injuring good players on other teams.

A similar story appeared on the news the next day.

On Friday, I substitute taught at a school where I learned a student died one week after he suffered a concussion in a flag football game.

A family friend asked on Saturday if my father had heard about a boy—from his hometown—who dropped dead on the high school football field.

“There are gods in Alabama: Jack Daniel’s, high school quarterbacks, trucks, big tits, and also Jesus.” ~ gods in Alabama, Joshilyn Jackson.

Yes, there are football gods in the South whether in literature, on the front page of the newspaper or in your hometown where you see kids cry because their friend is gone; they saw what happened; or try to understand death.

Last week I was reminded—as a person and writer—how death can affect writing. I remembered how something, like football, is sometimes over-glorified in stories or in the minds of fans.

Fans want to pull for something beyond themselves; something that can go all the way to the top. Writers want to tell a good story, and mothers want healthy sons.

The Cycle: Celebration

Photo by Rebecca T. Dickinson

As in life, writers understand or throw themes of cycles into their work. Where there is tragedy, celebration is born.

Two days after one child died, another was baptized. It does not soften the blow.

But, something powerful rushed through me when my son, husband and I kneeled together.

Maybe it was because we were recognized as a family after everything we’d been through in the last four years.

Perhaps it was the fact we had members from both of our families together for the first time.

Or, I knew I had a healthy, smart son that I would never surrender to the whims of a football coach, sports writer or even myself.

There are gods where you are, too.

When your pen gets going, only you decide what they are. You decide the rhythm, the words and the cycle.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

Time Enough to Write

Ti

You might have missed me.

Maybe you missed my words,

or maybe you didn’t.

I borrowed today’s title from one of my husband’s favorite books, Robert A. Heinlein‘s Time Enough for Love. While the 1970′s award-winning, Science Fiction book examines the life and loves of Lazarus Long—the oldest living man—the book caused me to consider an important point.

Heinlein writes about love’s importance through Lazarus Long.

But what about time enough to write?

If you work, have children, grandchildren or all of the above, sometimes writing takes a back seat. It becomes that university sweatshirt you wore to a football game in late October, and then you did not take it inside until April.

What happens between now and then? Is there a creativity killer?

Sometimes the creativity killer is bitter exhaustion.

Exhaustion: What’s That?

Writers and editors have talked about 2 or 3 a.m. work time when everything is quiet. They write or edit. Sleep becomes less of a necessity.

A former mentor once told me, “If you truly love something, you will make time for it.”

In a sense he is correct.

I found writing and editing time while I worked and attended college. The years 2006 to 2008 were when I did the bulk of my research.

I woke up early during April 2012 when I worked a temporary, full-time job to write and edit. I was on a good writing schedule.

Problems arose.

My son was very sick.

I became sick.

My husband became sick.

Since our two-year-old began day school, I have learned what it means to be grateful for strong health.

Part of having health is rest. Without it, you cannot take care of all the responsibilities.

Okay, some people can, but they are superheroes on 5-hour energy drinks.

The Reality …

The reality is if you’re a writer with several responsibilities, you are still that strong writer. You still have the power. You do not lose it when you have vomit on your shirt, or you’re tired from a week of teaching and tutoring students.

How do I know?

Three reasons:

  1. In 2009, I worked for a five-day-a-week newspaper. While I wrote articles every day, I stopped writing. No work progressed on my manuscript, Sons of the Edisto. Four months was the longest period within six years in which I did not touch the book. When I left journalism, I began writing again.
  2. When the baby is born, you—as a mother or father—wonder if you are insane enough to do this again. At first, it is like the morning after a night of binge drinking. You say, “I’m never going to do this again.” You’re too ill or tried to write. Then you wake up and realize you have it good. Unlike drinking, there is nothing to replace the sweet-faced, playdoe maker in the crib.

    Within two weeks of Charles’ birth, I was writing and reading again while he breastfed.

  3. Now …

    I took the last half of July off to spend with John and Charles after a few distressing changes in our lives. I took August off to adapt to a new job. In September, I have taken on more hours substitute teaching and tutoring. But, I know I will hop back on the bike. I will remember how to ride it without a problem.

    If you’re in the same place, you will too.

    By Rebecca T. Dickinson

    Note: For more information about Sons of the Edisto, you are welcome to visit my other pages.

When Deals Go Bad

Sometimes a deal goes bad.

Maybe more deals than you want.

 You’re an artist and writer. You dedicate time to your craft.

 I am a writer. I dedicate time to perfect my craft, but challenges arise when you choose to become a freelance writer. There are many great freelance writers. I’ve met them. Some have more luck than others.

 As writers, our job is also to understand the business side of writing. Even if you are not a freelance writer and want to publish a book, information about literary agents, publishing, self-publishing and business practices are good tools to keep in your case.

The problem is even with knowledge a deal sometimes goes bad whether you’re trying to sell a portrait, negotiate a contract, or sell an article.

Know Your Worth

When I switched from full-time journalism to education and freelance writing, I entered semi-blindsided.

Guess what! It is not enough to want to become published. Potential customers will take advantage of that desire. 

I know. I wanted it, too.

I have never been comfortable with talking about money, but when it comes to writing, I know I am worth more than giving the work away for free.

You must decide what you are worth.

Advice on Books

You’re offered a deal to write, organize, or edit someone’s book. That’s great news.

Sometimes you will find the I will pay you a cut after the book is publish.

Okay, this is when your business smarts must come into play. Don’t do it.

I see you now, fellow writer, with those glimmering eyes full of hope. You believe with your touch, the book has a shot. I’ll throw you a bigger bone. You are the best at writing query letters and a synopsis for an agent or publisher. You just know you’ll find an agent.

Don’t do it.

First negotiate a proper contract that will stand up in court because your work is worth something. Name your price. It is okay to negotiate from a price you are comfortable with. Remember you are going to spend hours—job kind of hours—writing, doing research and editing.


I know. I have made those mistakes. The realization you’re not going to be paid for an indefinite amount of time is like an anvil falling on your head.

Good writers should be paid.

Freelance

I have had wonderful opportunities in the last year. I have also struggled against hard heads.

When it comes to freelance, know your skills and hone them.

When you spend a few hours doing research at a computer, make sure you are going to be paid for them.

I wrote an in-depth AP-style article for a new magazine publisher. The article was going to pay well. In fact, I had already set aside the money in my head for fall clothes and shoes for my son.

Whoops.

The guy wanted fluff. Not market research and quotes from an expert.

How was I treated?

First it took more than one month to get a response from him after we’d negotiated the deal. He pushed me off until he told me the article was not what he wanted after all without specifics. When I offered to rewrite the article, there was no response.

A professional “no thanks” goes a long way.

Good Manners

A deal will go bad. Step away from it.

Do so with grace.

But, I want to bash the guy’s head in. Do you know how many hours I spent researching, interviewing, writing and then editing?

Yes, I know.

Write your last emails to the client or person with grace. Stand firm, but still wish them the best.

You’ll find you stand on higher ground.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

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