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Days of Our Reading Lives: This Rock, Book Review

This Rock by Robert Morgan tells the struggle of a family in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina.

Rating:


Sum It Up:

Powell brothers, Moody and Muir, faceoff in a struggle to become men without a father. Ginny, their widowed mother, pushes younger brother, Muir, harder to work on the farm. Ambitious, Muir wants to take his life another step and achieve something monumental.

On the other hand, Ginny waits for Moody to sober up from his wild bootlegging nights before she bothers him. Moody and Muir argue and fight to the point Moody burns down a house Muir attempts to build in the beginning of the book.

After the deaths of her oldest daughter and husband, Ginny continues to struggle with widowhood and dedicates herself to the care of her family.

As Moody attempts to change near the end and Muir journeys to discover his purpose, This Rock explodes to show what one brother will do for the other no matter the cost.


Photo taken during a trip through the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Thoughts:

I gave the book four stars out of five. Morgan’s writing reads with beautiful prose-poetry of nature and how people work. With the intimate and down-in-the-dirt farm imagery similar to poet Josephine Dickinson’s Silence Fell, Morgan weaves imagery and work into a magnificent blue sky of his own.

In the few scenes when there was action, you were a part of it. You wanted to watch and try to get Muir and Moody to get along.

Past reviews describe the book as gritty. When it comes to it, the farm, the bootlegging, the church and the ending all capture that grit and dirt. Morgan does a great job making the reader grit his or her teeth while reading intense scenes, such as the moment Moody holds a knife against Muir or when Ginny finds Moody all beat up.

Ginny is a great character. One of the best chapters Morgan writes is when she thinks about her widowhood. She says the loved dead always walk with you.

The downside of This Rock was Morgan did not fully develop his characters other than Ginny and Muir. As I wrote in my previous post, I expected the book the read from Muir and Moody’s point-of-view. Moody was a shadow at times, and I wanted to enter Chesnut Springs, where the bootleggers lived. I wanted to see the action he experienced in Chesnut Springs.

Peg Early – a character mentioned throughout the book, but seen one time – could have been more fleshed out had Morgan wanted to focus more on the relationship between the brothers. The book left the disconnection between brothers at points.

What kept me from a 5-star rating was the end of This Rock. Maybe Morgan wanted a disconnected ending. A lot was left unresolved. It didn’t make sense. The only theme the end carried with the book was grit.

But, I will read Robert Morgan again.


Southern poets are still writing narrative poems, poems in forms, dramatic poems.” ~ Author and Poet, Robert Morgan

Words and Photos by Rebecca T. Dickinson

Note to Readers: Working to return to regular blog schedule this week. Thurspiration will return. Apologies work, toddler and family have kept this blogger busy.

Thought for the Night: Simplicity

Write simple words.

Mold them, shape them.

Keep them simple.

Who will read them?

The greats.

Sure. There are the greats, but they sit on thrones above.

The ones who want a break from work. The ones who want a break from bills. The ones who want a break from screaming children. The ones who want a break from boyfriends and girlfriends or spouses.

Yes, make words simple.

You never know who will read.

Days of Our Reading Lives: This Rock, Part I

Inspired by Pat Conroy’s The Reading Life, I created a new themed post, Days of Our Reading Lives.

Why is it important?

Reading for a writer is sensual. It is an endurance of an author’s passion over a long period of time much like a strong relationship. Books connect you to people, open new doors and relationships you never expected.

Had John, my husband, not introduced me to Robert Heinlein, I would lack an improved understanding of how a Science Fiction author explored love.

As fellow blogger, Pete Denton, wrote in his recent post “Research,” reading in your genre will help you polish your craft as a writer.

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This Rock

A few weeks ago, I went to the library and researched books set in the nineteen twenties and thirties about teen boys. I was interested in stories about characters outside of Chicago and New York, because I’d read many of those books. Since Chicago in the Roaring Twenties is an entirely different subject, I wanted to focus on rural themes and a good read.

When I selected This Rock, I did not realize it was part of series. I was able to read it without having to read its predecessors. Introduced to author Robert Morgan – a native of North Carolina – you could tell his natural poetic voice carried into the prose about the Cain and Able struggles of brothers Muir and Moody living with their mother, Ginny.

Pick Your Narrator

I experienced the flow of literary fiction mixed with descriptions of nature and two rich main characters. Surprisingly the duel P.O.V. was not what I expected. The author switched back and forth between the mother and son, Muir. I thought this was odd, since the description focused a lot on the bootlegging brother, Moody.

Some characters authors do not wish to examine too closely. Moody was one of those characters, and as a reader, I yearned to know more about him.

Duel P.O.V. is a tough thing to pull off in a book along with deciding the direction in which you will go with your narrator.

I’ve read contemporary authors who write from the P.O.V. of many characters, such as Joanna Trollope. I believe it is a way to stay connected to the ability of a story to be examined in multiple aspects.

Morgan writes in first person. As the novel continues, he tells the story more from Muir’s P.O.V.

The original editor who worked with me told me not to write my book in first person or from one point of view. I chose third person dual P.O.V., and it has taken time to clean it up. I learned how to become the pit crew for my book by reading books like This Rock.

Your brain begins moving with the story: Wow, this is awesome, or What was the author thinking here?

My husband says you’re supposed to read books for enjoyment. Yes, you are, but I think writers naturally analyze them. How P.O.V. is done in books like This Rock will work the narration part of your brain.

I believe Morgan should have written chapters from Moody’s point of view because I think – as a reader – he was more of a counterbalance to Muir than was Ginny. That said, I know why Morgan decided not to write from his point of view.

In Sons of the Edisto, I write from the P.O.V. of JD and Owen. They are opposites in their view of the world. One boy, JD, believes shoes and name brand bikes say a lot about a boy. Owen looks down the train tracks wondering how long it would take him to get to Michigan to meet Henry Ford.

Bootlegging, Science and God

The other lesson I examined in This Rock was how Morgan wrote about bootlegging. The one time in the book when the mother Ginny entered bootlegger Peg Early’s place, I was entranced. I wanted to know more. Unfortunately, Peg Early appeared in one scene.

Morgan focused on Christianity much more than I do in my own writing. Again, I believe it goes with what the author fits into his or her narration. His main character, Muir, wants to become a preacher.

As a Southern writer, I understand the importance religion can play in stories whether good or bad. My main character, Owen, wants to enter the field of science and looks at the future. What I learned from Muir is how he became disillusioned with his dream when he messed up.

That is essential to all young characters. They mess up at some point.

How do you, as the author, make them relatable?

How do you ground them?

Are they closer to religion, art or science?

How do you narrate their story?

The questions are within the pages you read.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson


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

Painted Blue: Beyond the Walmart Aisles

Painting by Brendan O’Connell. Courtesy of http://www.cbs.com.

I spent the night in a horse barn.

Years ago, I dated a guy who worked with horses. He  built an apartment within a barn of six stallions.

“Most of the girls where you come from would never spend the night out here,” he told me.

Most of the girls I knew – and I – grew up privileged. Going to Walmart was something to do on a late night when we were not ready to return home.

But, as artist Brendan O’Connell said on CBS’ Sunday Morning, the large shopping center is a place where you cross paths with people of all ethnicities and backgrounds.

According to Sunday Morning, O’Connell said he was attracted to the different colors you see when you walk through the aisles. He called it abstract expressionism or contemporary art.

The reporter asked why he was interested in painting the “mundane?”

The answer to the question is simple: the mundane, or everyday life, is not simple at all. Often, stories in people’s lives are – pardon the cliché — stranger than fiction.

O’Connell’s paintings do more than show vivid colors. It shows real people on an artscape.


“Everyday Vegas” painted by Brendan O’Connell.

On the nights I spent in my ex-boyfriend’s apartment within the horse barn, I did not look down on him. Instead I admired the work he did.

In my history, I was often disgusted by rich boys and admired the blue-collar boys who rolled up their sleeves, went to work and showed that off-color smile. Beyond personal experience, I saw people doing work a way in which I’d never experienced.

When I sat down to write a story entitled Mismatch in Apple Valley, it became my first look in contemporary writing about blue-collar people.

“You’re not blue-collar,” my mother argues. “You have a college degree, and by definition, you are white-collar.”

“You’re not quite blue-collar yet,” my husband adds.

Whether or not I am blue-collar does not matter. I am inspired by those ravaged by the economy, those people who pull up their sleeves and work in the rain and those who are still shoveling snow off the roads in the Midwest U.S.

I wanted, like O’Connell, to pick up a camera and zoom in on the everyday stories. There is plenty of drama and action for the pages:

Jo was laid off and thought about going to Tech. When they accepted his application, he found out he could not receive scholarships.

Why?

You create the reason.

Mary worked in the school district for sixteen years. The district closed three schools to meet its budget, and because those three schools did not meet testing standards.

Why?

Susie and Robert had a baby when they were seventeen. Six years later, she almost completes a two-year degree for administrative assistant work, and he begs her to drop out.

Why?

At first, the above situations sound mundane.

What does it all mean?

Dig beneath the surface and find out what the teaching job meant to Mary. What if she could not find a job anywhere else? What if the bank foreclosed on her house?

Who will come to put her furniture and pictures in the yard as if they never mattered at all?

O’Connell began taking pictures in a Walmart eight years ago when a member on staff “asked him to leave.”

Now he is a successful American artist from a town in Georgia.

Some writers and artists want to escape into another world while others want to take a closer look at a world painted blue.

Words by Rebecca T. Dickinson

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When We Write Letters, Part VII

Cell phone alarm rings again.

You wake up slowly and grab your clothes in the dark.

Maybe you forget to check whether clothes match.

Going outside, you realize it’s raining. You’re already behind the time it takes to get to work or to school. You race to the car.

Just before you turn into the parking lot at work, a drink falls and rolls beneath your break.

A writer’s feelings about the query letter are like that.

Instead of, “Do I really have to write this,” we must come up with a new approach or attitude.

It is simple.

Know your book and know your agents.

Other great blog posts tell you how to format and write the letter. They know more than me.

In my four years of research about agents and how to write query letters, I’ve learned a lot.

For me, sending letters to literary journals and anthologies was good training ground for the query. I learned how to handle rejection and how to improve my cover letters.

A query letter is all about education:

  • Know your agent:

    What is he or she interested in? What books have they represented? What do they detest?

    Good hint: on Twitter, use hashtags like #querytips and #agenttips or check out Ayesha Schroeder’s blog

  • Know your story:

    If you do not know your story, you will not know how to select prospective agents.

    That’s right. I said you select. You have the power to pick agents and decide whether they might be a fit for your book.

    For example, my book, Sons of the Edisto, is an older YA historical fiction book written from the perspective of two boys. It is set in a realistic 1920s time period during which a hateful organization influenced state and national government.

    A lot of agents will not touch it. Why? It deals with two boys coming face-to-face with the evil Ku Klux Klan. I know I need to write a query to agents interested in history, politics or fiction for boys.

    You decide what potential agent might suit your work.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

This concludes the When We Write Letters Series.

When We Write Letters, Part VI: Letters from Grandma

Letters arrived at camp.

The post man delivered them to my parents’ mailbox.

Letters came all the time.

Now they never come.

I miss her letters. Only three or four remain. Paper slightly aged, and cursive letters written into the page. I feel where my grandmother’s pen pressed down.

I called my grandmother “Dick Dick,” a name which received unfortunate taunting as I grew up. Since our last name is Dickinson, we shortened it. She signed every letter “Grandmother Dick Dick.”

She wrote about what my grandfather was doing, asked about what I was learning in school and added information to her letters beginning with the phrase, Did you know

Dick Dick sent newspaper clippings about reading, but it was my father who helped me how to read her handwriting.

She wrote small cursive letters that ran into each other like little tug boats in the water. Sometimes I could not tell an f from an s. While at camp, her letters were left open for my interpretation.

At Governor’s School the Arts – Creative Writing freshman summer program in 2000, Dick Dick sent me a letter almost every day. She wanted to know what I wrote about. In her youth, she and my grandfather read Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Robert Browning’s poems they composed in letters to each other.

Sometimes she scribbled a quote from their poetry.

When she died in 2003 one month before I graduated high school, I thought it marked the end of my childhood. I was depressed when my grandfather died, and I tried to bury feelings when Dick Dick died.

I wanted to keep them alive.

At age twenty, I began to interpret Papa’s legacy with Sons of the Edisto.

Dick Dick inspired me, also.

She ordered Hooked-on-Phonics so I could improve my speech.

She encouraged my writing.

She was also one of the people who influenced my name at birth, Rebecca Tinsley Dickinson, and the reason I am published as a journalist and author under the name, Rebecca T. Dickinson.

She was the last person to write me letters.

Who wrote you letters?

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

Next Week: for the grand finale, The Query Letter

Friday Night Writes: Goodbye Shame


Courtesy of http://msn.careerbuilder.com/Article/MSN-1612-Job-Info-and-Trends-10-Modern-Blue-Collar-Jobs/

Frost covered the ground.

Tips of naked tree branches above the silos began to unfreeze on my ride to work.

I listen to the radio. A woman tells a story about another who spent most of her life living in a trailer park. She worked at McDonalds.

“Don’t get me wrong,” the radio listener said. “There is nothing wrong with working at McDonald’s, but you are what you make of yourself.”

Before the break, the radio show hosts clarified they do not judge their listeners who work in the fast food or related industries. The female host also said, “You have the choice to become what you make of yourself in life.”

A few years ago I interviewed a McDonalds’ branch owner. Her restaurant had been rated one of the best in the country. People from all over the east coast stopped there on their way to Florida. Pristine inside and clean on the outside, the owner said her workers had a lot to be proud of.

One of those workers was honored by the industry for her achievements. She began flipping burgers, but soon received a higher education sponsored by McDonalds. While she told me – then a reporter – her sons’ friends made fun of him for being the son of a McDonald’s employee, he corrected them.

“My mom is a supervisor and makes good money.”

You cannot go far working minimum wage. Why not better yourself? Or, you are what you make of your future.

The above phrases have been repeated for years. In a time when the economy freezes opportunities and some potential employees have little opportunity to pay for extra education that might secure a job, I roll my eyes.

I hear the people rely on the government too much complaints, or those who question whether too many people who are unemployed have given up. Some others question why those who were unemployed settle for a job at a fast food restaurant.

Those people never walked in the unemployed or the blue collar workers’ shoes.

I have.

In June 2011, I took a job in a café at a bank. My co-workers all had college degrees. Nothing else was offered at the time. I was ashamed of myself. I wanted to become an educator or do some sort of professional writing in the meantime. I was not yet certified as a teacher.

A smooth-talker presented an opportunity. The person said, “I don’t know why you’re here. You could be doing bigger things.”

I left the job for what I thought was a new opportunity as a copywriter, and one year later I had no way to help my husband when we lost our home.

If you have a degree and you are working a job you thought at one time was below you, remember America was built on the backs of laborers. Remember it was built on the backs of writers with big dreams who realized they had to work to achieve their dream. It was built by auto-mechanics in a beat up garage who went on to become managers and innovators.

Maybe I am idealistic. Maybe I become frustrated when I read and realize no one speaks or writes for those workers. Perhaps I was born to write with blue ink.

***

Today’s scene for Friday Night Writes tells the story of Catherine Bishop. She tries to work and raise her teenage daughter – a former private school kid – after losing her job as a financial advisor,  her house and her husband in a car accident. It is from my story When Tomorrow Comes.

James Bishop – her dead husband – had bought the gold, key shaped necklace for Tara’s birthday. It was the last gift he gave her. She wore the necklace every day to school, except on the day when she forgot to put on the necklace. When Catherine arrived home from the pawn shop, she found couch pillows on the floor, the jewelry tree knocked on its side and clothes – from both bedrooms – strewn across beds and chairs. Tara stared at Catherine with pink circles around her hazel eyes. That was the same expression on her face at James’ funeral. No words of comfort could glue the girl’s hope back together again.

Now Catherine borrowed the money. She would get the necklace back.

Post and Story by Rebecca T. Dickinson

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Friday Night Writes: Who is the Baby No One Wanted?


Photo taken October 2012 by R.T. Dickinson outside Bamberg, SC of my father and son.

He was no one’s child. He was everyone’s child. Wrapped in his first blanket, the baby lay in a crib carved by the pastor. The man smiled. Eyes – the color of ashen storm clouds at dawn – stared at him.

“Can he see me?” the pastor asked his wife.

He ran his finger over the small, soft brown hand.

“Maybe, Eth,” replied his wife. “He’s a new baby. He’ll see things close to his face in a few days.”

“I bet he’ll be a smart boy.”

“Only time will tell,” said his wife as she pulled a needle through the collar of one of his work shirts.

Pastor Eth Benedict stood from his spot next to the crib. He looked at his wife. Lily May Benedict had not wanted this child. She had not wanted to move to the town in the valley near the Little Salkehatchie River. She had not wanted many things in her life with Eth.

 

Sample from The Unclaimed in the Red Loam Stories

Photos and Words by R.T. Dickinson

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When We Write Letters, Part II: Cover Letters to Magazines


Courtesy of http://ja-nae.net/blog/the-power-of-letter-writing/how-to-write-a-letter.

I read today story collections are almost extinct.

Few people read stories.

An agent would be a fool to represent it.

I am one of the only writers at a writing group that puts some focus into story composition; not just a novel.

Yet, many literary magazines, ezines and blogs fight to keep this art alive. In the fight and competition there exists promising new writers and emerging authors.

Before you send your story, you must come face-to-face with another almost vanished art. You need to send a cover letter.

It sounds corporate. A cover letter sounds too business-ish. Some of you feel the tie squeeze your neck, or those closed toe shoes suffocate your toes.

The reality is a cover letter helps show off who you are. While some magazines place less importance on a letter than others, most publications like a cover letter.

A cover letter hows:

  1. Shows You Care.

    Mention something about the magazines. Publications prefer you to read back issues and stories on their website. If you cannot afford a subscription for whatever reason, at least research a magazine’s website. Read about the editors and their assistants.

    You’ll find answers to these questions:

    What is the page or word limit?

    Is the publication mostly student run?

    Do they like satire, children’s stories or do they despise stories about dogs, etc.?

    Think of looking at a website as getting to know the magazine.

  2. Introduces You: Do not worry if you’re an unpublished writer. All I had going for me in the beginning was the fact I worked as a staff writer at a small community newspaper in the middle of North Carolina. It was a start.

Mention your experience. If you’re a cop, be proud you’re a cop. Tell what kind of cop you are, unless you’re a top-secret investigator or undercover officer.

A cover letter need only be a half-page to one page. Make sure you address the specific magazine or editor. If you’re story is nonfiction, you don’t want to send the story to the fiction editor.

Unlike a query letter in which you focus most of your attention on your concept, a cover letter to a magazine offers you more page room to introduce your experience and what you know about the magazine. It also doesn’t hurt to mention your word count.

Every letter is different.

Every writer takes on a different vision.

You’re polished story is most important, but once again go old-school and draft a letter.

By Rebecca T. Dickinson

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