Friday, July 19, 2013

Road blocks or self-inflicted detours: Part two

Map in hand, I climbed into the driver's seat but never made it to the road that led to my destination. Stops, none of which were life threatening if left undone, detoured me. Next, Joe called. Thanks to him I had to postpone the trip. After all, it isn't every day that a good friend drops into town. How can you  refuse a beer or two with the old gang?

Road blocks to my writing have nothing to do with how, where, what, or when.

The best made plans are useless without action. Writing a novel demands writing or it will remain in your head or dated computer file.

Novels require writing
Two practices that moved me into writing mode:
  • Writing daily
  • Setting a word count 
Writing daily sets a positive habit. It becomes a ritual. It's as important to me as the morning cup of coffee.   

Set word count goals rather than time goals. (Sitting at the writing desk for four hours may produce nothing more than a numb butt.) Establish the minimum number of words that must be written before stopping the session. Give yourself permission to exceed the goal, and don't be shy about increasing the goal.

Distraction and urge to move
I have ADHD. How do I stay glued to the writing chair? Stand, sit, stretch. All of these can be done within four or five seconds. Sitting for long periods isn't healthy. Movement is good. Alternate standing and sitting while writing.

Distractions: That's the biggest one for me. I am compelled to check out noises, even familiar sounds. I hear the sound of the refrigerator door being opened and the race is on between Annie the labradoodle and me. 



Headsets and your music of choice. Music keeps me on task and drowns noise distractions.


Parting words: Sign off the internet. Close it up. No social networking, no research, no surfing, and no excuses no matter what the clever prefrontal cortex says.

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Thursday, June 13, 2013

Writing the novel with ADHD: Part one



The novel idea strikes. Jot down ideas immediately before they fly out of your head as quickly as they land.

Prepare a notebook. I use spiral notebooks. I write the title (it can be changed) on the cover. I avoid fancy and pretty, but insist on organizing the information into sections to prevent wasting time leafing through the pages. My daughter calls my system organized chaos, but it works. I use small sized post-its visible from the top to label sections: Plot/Outline, Characters, Setting, Research, Miscellaneous. Add sections as needed.



Carry a small notebook in your pocket or handbag that follows your every step. Transfer the notes into the novel notebook. Include those written on napkins, business cards, and body parts because you left your carry notebook at home.

Outline the plot. It is important to have a map.
This includes the story outline. My outlines vaguely resemble the form learned in school, or the one I taught students. The purpose is to guide you along the way. It's for your eyes only until you become famous and it surfaces to haunt and embarrass after you're dead and gone.





The ADHD mind can work for rather than against the writer. Visuals, creativity, and abundance of ideas are wasted without a system of organization. Develop yours from the beginning.




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Sunday, February 17, 2013

Map it out

The novel is stuck in my head-I know it front to back. I know how it ends, begins, and all the stuff between. All I need do is sit (or stand) and write, write, write. Right?

Wrong.

Make a map while the novel is in your head. Point A-Start, Point B-End. Map out the stops, turns, and twists that lie between points A and B. The pot holes, road blocks, storms, accidents. Events that make the trip unpredictable, challenging,   adventuress, spell-binding, exciting, and filled with suspense. The page turners.

Writing a novel without a map is similar to taking a road trip across the country to a destination never traveled. Delays, wrong turns, stops for direction, and getting lost.

ADHD writers are the most likely to understand the need for mapping, but are least likely to use one. Sometimes, I need a map to ensure I make it from office to the kitchen for a coffee refill.

  1. Coffee cup empty 
  2. Take coffee cup in hand, leave desk
  3. Stop by bathroom
  4. Arrive in kitchen
  5. No cup
  6. Go to office to retrieve cup
  7. No cup
  8. Mind races-"who, what, why, where . . .?"
  9. Go to bathroom
  10. Retrieve cup, and go to kitchen
Too many restraints, too confining, stilted, loss of creativity, you say? Not at all. In fact, you are free to take side trips, alternate routes, and unplanned stops. The difference being you will know where you're going and therefore, the effect unplanned charting will have. As long as you get back on the main route and reach the destination all is well, and the trip (novel) is enhanced.

If you are not mapping, I urge you to start. Meanwhile, I need to locate my coffee cup and back to completing Between the Pieces, Book 2 of Running Nowhere trilogy.



Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The worst 4-lettered word: Procrastination

Have you noticed the onslaught of blogs giving authors the key to successful writing? If you haven't, the good news is that you are on your way to success. If not, it is time to chain yourself to your word processor of choice and write.

Who would have guessed that the real "gamechanger" for writers favor those who write.

In the name of promoting ourselves, our books, and sharing our eccentricities and likes, we set traps that ensnare our best interests. How many minutes are spent creating posts on Facebook, twitter, Google +, et al, and searching for "the secret to writing" blogs? If you are unsure, then it is too many. 

If I were nominated for a world's best list it could well be World's Best Procrastinator. I am familiar with sneaky paths procrastination takes, and I have learned to spot it; yet, it still catches me, and once the hook is in I'm a goner. 

For those with ADHD that have asked what I do to counteract the war on procrastination, I offer my simple two-point suggestion: 

(1) Make a plan, (2) Follow the plan. 

Set concrete daily writing schedules and stick to them. Give yourself permission to work beyond the scheduled writing time. Set a concrete daily time limit for making social posts and do not exceed it. Be on the lookout for activities procrastination disguises to make you think you are doing something constructive that keep you off track.

Need another suggestion? Read Judy Christie's key to successful writing in her guest blog.

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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

"Wish I could write dialogue like that."

I received a message from a new fan. I'll call her Mary since that was the name she signed on the note. Mary credited me for making my characters "very human, believable" with the "enviable talent of creating dialogue." After replaying the compliment for the feel-good after glow I gave thought to characterization and dialogue, both common threads in reviews written for Among the Jimson Weeds.

I've reached the conclusion that characters and dialogue can't be separated:
  • You must know your character before dialogue can be written (translate effective).
  • Characters are identified by their dialogue. 
I'm going to tell you how I do it and why. We're as different as our fictional characters and their dialogue, so it may not work for you. Then again, maybe it will.

I don't write a word until I know my characters inside and out. Although important, I don't limit the characteristics to favorite foods, hobby, religion, age, height and eye color. I crawl right up inside their head and don't relent until I discover how they think, their quirks, what pisses them off, their deepest darkest secrets and habits good and bad--eating habits, sexual habits, sleeping habits.

Once I know what makes my characters tick, I put them in the story plot and away we go.

My brain may be wired differently due to ADD/HD, and the characters of my novels get in my head and talk to me whether I want them to or not. It's good. It's good because they let me know when I have them doing something they wouldn't do. It's good because they tell me what to say and how they would say it.

They come to life, and that makes them believable.

This is how I do characterization and dialogue. Perhaps the minds of creative people--writers, artists are weird in their own way. Think of Toulouse-Lautrec and his Parisian shady haunts or VanGough and his missing ear. 



Wednesday, July 25, 2012

ADHD in the classroom: teachers beware

I ran into a teacher while shopping yesterday. I actually ran in to her. The price tag pinned to the chaise lounge on the clearance shelf was too good to pass. Even though it extended two feet from the bottom rack of the shopping cart where I placed it, I navigated up the aisle with such ease nonsensical thoughts and images pushed my newly placed cargo to a less traveled section of my mind. I turned the corner and that's how I met the teacher. That's how we got into the ADHD discussion.

Regular education classes are filled with students exhibiting behaviors associated with ADHD, with or without the diagnosis. This is great for a number of reasons, foremost because they should be mainstreamed.They are bright, creative, and lovable. Teachers may have a difficult time recognizing this, and many will disagree. Why?

An ADHD child can turn the classroom into hell in a minute's time with neither intention, nor effort.

Unfortunately, regular-ed teachers do not receive training to effectively teach children with learning disabilities. Even curriculum for special education teachers tends to group all learning disorders together without strategies and techniques for specific disorders. Classroom control is acknowledged as being necessary, but little if any strategies are studied in depth. Teachers with good intentions go into the classroom not knowing how to work with  impulsive behavior, lack of focus, addictive/obsessive behavior,  and a host of symptoms from low-self esteem to uncontrollable anger and inappropriate social behavior.

Everyone loses--child, teacher, parents, peers.

ADHD children not only need organization and structure, it's crucial. However, they don't need blame, or scorn. They already think they're weird and different, they know they have trouble listening and remembering. A mother recently said that during a parent-teacher conference she was told, "you need to tell your son to focus."

Department heads of teacher education programs, school administrators, directors, teachers, parents, and students can work together to meet the needs of the child. It's our duty, plain and simple. Begin by introducing your child to the teachers and discuss accommodations.

ADHD children are amazing. Over the years, many of them learn strategies and techniques by trial and error what they aren't taught in classrooms. Unfortunately, some don't. Many of them are drop-outs from school and life.


How can we remedy this problem? Who is responsible? Is it a problem? I'd love to hear your opinion.










Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Cool Conor Kelman -- Thinking Aloud

Introducing guest blogger, Kenni Stromme: Kenni Stromme has a love of writing and words of all kinds. Her background is in Journalism and Business. Currently she is editing several books.


“Among the Jimson Weeds,” is Book 1 in a trilogy written by Paul Keene.  I am hoping that three books will be enough. I love this story. I love the protagonist Conor Kelman and his band of quirky characters.  I want to keep them close to me, a part of my life.  I want to read more and more.

 Even when people are befriending him or offering kindness, he assumes trouble’s a’brewin’ so there's always something tragic for Conor to handle. But he’s cool, or at least he tries to be.
The excerpt below is an example of how Conor thinks and responds internally to the external world.  He is just coming of age as he and his girlfriend have embarked on a well-planned adventure-swim across the Snake River in Idaho. (The “she” he refers to is his girlfriend.) 

         She reminded me of my cousin Billy James. He was a good swimmer, too. When his family came out to see us one summer he tried to teach me how to swim, but I wouldn’t keep my face in the water so he gave up. It’s because my older sister tried to drown me when I was a little kid. One night, after the girls finished bathing, Ruthie May put me in the big galvanized tub. She forgot all about me when her boyfriend dropped by. I slipped under the water and damn near drowned. I don’t remember it, but when my two oldest sisters and their kids visit they tell stories and laugh. They always tell about drowning me and the time they dropped me headfirst on the cement at the well. It pisses me off when they laugh about the stories like they’re a big joke, like I'm a Big joke. No wonder I’m so screwed up. (from chapter 8)

Even though I am an older woman, I relate to Conor on many levels.  I think almost anyone would because he has so many interesting experiences.  If you want a great read that will rouse some awesome memories and feelings, find a copy of “Among the Jimson Weeds.”  Then wait with me for the next book. Come on Paul… get to creating…Kenni Stromme







Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Radar's last ride

Wrapped in a blanket I carried her to the van and placed her gently in the back. On the way my head filled with images from six years earlier.

I had taken coffee and newspaper to the patio and thumbed through the paper while trying to keep Beau, the feisty Maltese from lapping coffee from my mug.The ad pulled at my heart. Five year old female German shepherd Free to right home. Call for interview.Two days later Radar the shepherd that was brought back from her master's stint in Germany interviewed us. She joined our family the following week, and we were thrilled to have been chosen. Her master was unexpectedly assigned to an indefinite time of service in Afghanistan.

My wife keeping her eyes on Radar, gasped, covering her mouth in surprise.Tears filled her eyes as she said, "Can you see from the rear view mirror . . . " I adjusted the mirror and my eyes met Radar. She was sitting, head pointed toward the window, muzzle in the air, smiling. How that girl loved to ride, to go, to see. Was it a miracle?

Radar was five when she spent her first night with us. She came into our room several times during the night seeming to be restless. Our daughter reported the same story. We attributed it to loneliness, unease, and figured she would settle down in time. We were mistaken on all counts. Radar kept the same watch over us for six years. She followed a rigorous schedule surveying, inspecting and checking every room and all occupants throughout the night. During the daylight hours, she cat-napped close to the front door.

Six weeks earlier her eyesight had gone and her veterinarian attributed all of her symptoms to old age. No matter how closely we watched after Radar, she bumped into furniture, ran into walls, and missed doorways. The only way we kept her from executing her watch schedule at night was keeping her in our room locked inside her kennel.

The morning she had the seizure my wife and I were able to be by her side. We notified the clinic that we were bringing her in.

The news I dreaded was given. Radar's brain had detached from the stem. There was no option to choose.

I held her in my arms as she lay on the table. We communicated without saying a word. Her sienna eyes never left mine as the doctor emptied the syringe and left us alone. She thanked me for taking her in. I thanked her for loving and caring for me and my family. I told her I wished I'd taken her with me more often.

Oh, I knew Radar loved to go with me, but I never knew how much it meant until her last ride.

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Friday, May 4, 2012

Running Nowhere

Sometimes, no matter how fast or how hard you run, there are things you cannot escape.  Conor Kelman has a bad case of ADHD, but nobody knew much about learning disabilities. If you ask his friends, peers, or teachers they will probably say Conor is just a weird, strange kid. Heck, Conor will admit that . . . and more.
Book One Among the Jimson Weeds of the Running Nowhere Trilogy is published. The book will be released soon and available at amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com and book stores. For those who want to meet Conor now, the Softcover and Hardcover formats are available at Xlibris.

Among the Jimson Weeds—Conor Kelman began searching for love and acceptance, that feeling of fitting in, at a very young age. He blamed his parents for uprooting him, dragging him from all the places he called home, from his friends, time and again. He didn’t go willingly, but he was just a kid, so he did his kicking and screaming in his heart. Of course, what goes up must come down, so that inner turmoil had to express itself. But that wasn’t all. Conor had an external set of problems, too. He saw movies in his head that interrupted the flow of his thoughts and interfered with his responses. The images were often frightening and foreboding, and no one understood, even those closest to him, so they bubbled under the surface constantly disrupting Conor privately, creating a separation—him verses others. Conor grasps to connect to something that matters—his girlfriend—his guitar—a little white house in an apple orchard. He fights constantly. He fights his natural instincts to be accepted. He pretends people aren't important and that opinions of others don’t matter while seeking that illusive acceptance. He doesn't have a dull moment, even in the most mundane situations. His personal expression is raw, surprising and fun. Conor understands life in pure and simple terms... such as his belief that he is always messing up, as well as his belief in his ability to pitch a baseball well. Despite his insistence that he is stupid, Conor is a bright young man who is ready to take on the world with the help of his friends. Anyone who has ever felt different or who has had to endure problems of their own creation will relate to Conor. Conor's story is a heart-opening adventure. It has the ability to awaken the soul to possibilities. Journey with Conor and remember how joy can grow from the pain, like Conor, growing among the noxious jimson weeds. Let Conor’s true-to-life experiences entertain and enlighten. The vast array of characters that surround Conor make for a read that provides a non-stop merry-go-round of expression, hope, laughter and tears. Among the Jimson Weeds is Book One in the Running Nowhere Trilogy. Once Conor gets in your head, you'll want more. Watch for book two, Between the Pieces, and book three, Within Time coming soon. 



Saturday, November 26, 2011

Your novel awaits--grab it fast!

I am asked on occasion where I get ideas for novels. The answer is the same: "From the Universe," I say.

Getting the idea for a novel is the easy part. As the saying (somewhat) goes, if I had a dollar for every idea I get for a novel, I'd be a millionaire whether I write one or not.  

However, an idea is simply an idea and nothing more until action is taken. If it's a good idea, it will demand attention, haunting you until you take action. Perhaps you'll write a synopsis, or a brief outline of the plot. It might be a character that demands recognition, or a plot twist. The point being, action sets the idea into motion, giving it life.

The idea will not wait forever, so if it's a good fit, grab it fast before it finds someone else.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The art of wasting time

I discovered first hand the art of wasting valuable writing time, and I'm willing to share what I learned. I prefer my laptop for writing, and like many writers I use social networking, a website, and blog to promote my work. My laptop goes everywhere I go, allowing me to work in my office, the family room, at the kitchen table, and at my favorite coffee shop, opening up hours of writing time.


Anyway, that was my reasoning.


To stop wasting time, I adhere to five rules:
1. Do a trial study of preferred work stations/locations, and use the spot where I am most productive.
2. Set 15 minutes max for tweeting, and another 15 minutes for Facebook posts.
3. Keep website updated by scheduling two hours (more if needed) once a week after or before my writing time.
4. Schedule one hour twice a week to make blog entries.
5. Stick to the allotted times by setting a timer.


As you know, there are lots of ways to waste time, but I've found using one place for writing, and sticking to a schedule for networking, website maintenence and blog writing free up hours of productive writing.


Now, when I visit the coffee shop, I'm not only free to embrace the rich, bold, organic flavor of my coffee, but to add new character material from people watching.

Living with the protagonist: Is there life after birth?

As an author of fiction, my job is to create characters that fit the story. The characters must be equipped with traits and personalities that capture interest and compassion. Even the worst scalawag should have one redeeming quality.

This requires getting to know the characters inside and out, turning flat paper doll descriptions into living, breathing entities. When I know everything about my characters, then the reader can believe them.

How do I know when a character is developed? It's when the character crosses the line between me and the laptop screen.

My protagonist keeps me up late, wakes me from sleep, and makes demands. He refuses to stay with the outline, and makes modifications to the plot. I confess, there are times when I've asked him to shut up in graphic terms.

A new protagonist with a new story to tell will take his place, and Conor will give me some space as he walks through the pages of Among the Jimson Weeds sharing his life with people other than me.

He'll still drop by. Same as my kids, no matter where they may be, they're in my heart forever.

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Thursday, October 27, 2011

Writing goals: How many words does a writer write?

 If a word-writer does write words, how many words does a word-writer write?
I don't know if woodchucks set daily goals for chucking wood, but it's a must for writers. The daily word output is necessary to meet the long range goal of writing the novel. It's the final specific act of writing.


After completing a list of specific goals related to plot, characters, and research it's time to write the novel. You write one word at a time, one page at a time, one chapter at a time until it's finished.


The question is how many words do you write?


The answer, It depends, should only be an option if the goal date for completion was ignored, and then, It depends can be the pat answer for all questions regarding the novel.


How many words do writers write each day? There is no magic number; however, the goal should be reachable while presenting a challenge. I know authors who have goals from 500 to 2,000 words per day. I set a minimum goal, and on days when the words come hard, I stop when I reach it; when the words flow, I leave the goal in the dust and write until my fingers bleed.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Good-bye schedule, hello boredom

Wouldn't it be nice to eliminate schedules? Do what we want when we want? In my up-coming novel, the young protagonist wails about schedules being too confining. In reference to chores he says, "It's like the damn cows will blow up if they aren't milked exactly at six o'clock morning and night."


Obviously, schedules are necessary. Imagine being told your flight to New Orleans leaves sometime in the afternoon, or that the doctor can see you after his hospital rounds. Even knowing schedules are necessary to get done what we want to accomplish, it's easy to let them slide. Not only is production effected, but unscheduled time opens the stream of destructive behaviors.


Whatever the addiction, it welcomes unscheduled time. Hours in front of the television, mindless eating, drinking, endless Internet surfing and viewing . . . all time wasters that can become emotionally and physically unhealthy.


Perhaps Conor, the aforementioned protagonist, should be told that a caveat of no schedules is boredom.



Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The first of three Four-letter words that scare writers with ADHD

I confess there was a time when three words threatened me more than any four- lettered words I've heard or used. The words are organization, schedule, and goal. All three are required to write a novel, or for that matter,  necessary to complete any project. The key word being complete.


When I was teaching, I stopped by a colleague's room one morning before class. During our chat my eyes kept shifting to her desk. The top was covered with piles of papers, stacks of books, scraps of paper with notes, coffee cups in various stages of use, scissors, pens, pencils, and a half-eaten tuna sandwich. I couldn't determine what was in the second layer, but I visualized a nest of spiders or a cockroach colony. She stopped in the middle of our conversation to say, "I know you think my desk is a mess, but I know exactly where everything is." Seems like every one who avoids organization uses the same line.


The lady was right. Without doubt, everything she needed was somewhere in that pile on her desk. Perhaps the attendance report that she swore the office had lost. Maybe the note from the parent requesting her daughter not take the bus home because her mother was picking her up.


For the writer it could be the outline and synopsis of a new novel scratched out in the middle of the night, a contract proposal, or the napkin with the name and contact number of the lady you met at the conference who can get your manuscript in the hands of a prestigious editor.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

101 Reasons Not to Write

The perfect novel is in my head. I see it and hear it night and day. It's teriffic. Believe me, I've carried it in my head a long time and it disappears off shelves faster than it can be restocked. Wow! A best seller. To be honest, there's one problem. It never hits the book stores. It stays in my head. Perhaps you don't have ADHD, or struggle with procrastination, like me, but chances are you experience the problem of getting the words out of your head in tangible form. There are 101 reasons, and more that keep those words a prisoner in the mind. Short of purchasing a bucket of butt glue I found the key and unlocked Among the Jimson Weeds and it's off and running. That's all there is to it, right? No. I still find 101 ways to delay the act of planting my butt in front of the work at hand, but I pull a few techniques out of the bag that trick my impulsive mind to work with me instead of against me. The purpose of Words Get in your Head is to share how I keep on task, and to have readers share what works for them. We need to write . . . right?