Seven Weeks Later…

It’s been a while, eh? So long, in fact, that my baby boy is no longer a surreal concept in my belly — he’s here! He’s perfect. And he’ll be seven weeks old tomorrow.

Maxwell Philip was born on his due date on March fifth. He was seven pounds, five ounces and twenty-one inches long. Here’s little Max when we brought him home from the hospital:

And here’s Max today (okay, it was yesterday):

He loves his little play gym! Since I had the baby, I haven’t had much time for writing or blogging. I’m trying to get back at it. From here on out, a lot of this blog will be about babies, I’m afraid. More to come!

A Story in Geeky Valentines

Chapter One:

I’M

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YOU OUT ON

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Chapter Two:

YOU’RE MY

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Chapter Three:

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Chapter Four:

LET’S TAKE A

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TOGETHER


Happy Valentine’s Day!

Not all commas go to Oxford

I’m going to talk about a controversial topic here. Some of you may get angry, stop talking to me, and block me on our shared social networks. This post is about the Oxford comma. If you have strong feelings about it, you’ll notice that I used one two sentences ago.

The Oxford comma and I go way back. In elementary school (“grammar school” — ha!), I first became acquainted with the little guy. I was taught that, while it’s technically correct to put a comma before the “and” in a list, it’s more modern not to. Since I was a precocious, nonconformist type of kid, I adopted the Oxford comma. Over the years, my English teachers would circle it in red, suggesting that I leave it out, but I always kept it in. I knew I was right.

Later, in college, I began to realize that the Oxford comma wasn’t suited to every occasion. We drifted apart. In a list of A, B and C, his sideways smirk would just be distracting. I reserved my old pal for the most special of circumstances. I almost never called him up at all.

After many years of focusing solely on hard science, I got back into creative writing. The Oxford comma and I began to see eye-to-squinty-eye again. We became constant companions. But, like anyone who has fallen back into an old relationship, I questioned my judgement. I worried about “comma vomit,” an oft-used criticism of amateur writing. I took a class in Professional Editing and learned that, though his name was well-known, Mr. Oxford was kept on a short leash at the most high-brow of functions.

The key, I’ve found, is moderation. There are these cutesy, pro-Oxford comics going around, like the ones below, and I just can’t agree. Unless one is writing in a very surreal voice, the reader should be able to figure out whether, for example, the strippers a writer is referring to are JFK and Stalin.

Oxford Comma Comics

While technical writing benefits from the clearest voice possible, which often means including the Oxford comma, creative writing is enhanced by giving the reader the benefit of the doubt. A creative writer shouldn’t have to hold the reader’s hand — readers want to be mentally stimulated. If that means envisioning orange juice-covered toast for a split second before realizing that it wasn’t (or was) the author’s intention, so be it.

Edit to add: It’s possible that I’ve been talking about commas too much lately…

Pregnant or Drunk?

At 33 weeks pregnant, I’ve been booze-free for, like, eternity now. Sobriety has me noticing a few similarities between being pregnant and being drunk:

  • By the time you’re done peeing, you have to pee again.
  • You go out at midnight for milkshakes and cheese fries.
  • You can’t walk in a straight line. In fact, you can’t clearly see your feet.
  • You sit on the couch and close your eyes for a few seconds. When you open them, it’s dark, you’re alone, and several hours have passed.
  • You talk about your bodily functions with greater ease than is technically appropriate.
  • Your liver hurts.*

* Note that my baby is kicking my liver incessantly. I’m pretty sure his feet are right next to it. I was rubbing there the other day (because it hurt) and he started kicking again in response. Ouch.

** I know I promised a post about JaNoWriMo. It was going well, but my progress has stalled a bit. I’ll let you know how things are going soon!

Pregnancy Pains, Fears and Bliss

Happy New Year! My due date is now just two months away and things are starting to get real. Here’s an incomplete list of what’s going on with that.

Pains:

  • Hip pain in the morning from having to lay on one hip or the other all night with the equivalent of a 20-something-pound bowling ball strapped to my abdomen.
  • Aching feet (and, occasionally, calves) from weighing 25 pounds more than I ever have before.
  • Upper abdominal pain (especially on my right side, where my liver happens to be), because the baby is upside-down and likes kicking me there. (Don’t worry, I’ve talked to the doctor about this and it’s normal.)
  • Abdominal muscle strain, due to my abs stretching and, possibly, tearing.
  • Nighttime leg cramps, causing brief, shooting pain in my calves.
  • General aches and pains in my back. Fortunately, these haven’t been too bad yet.
  • There’s probably more than that. Overall, though, I’ve been lucky and feeling good compared to many others!

Fears:

  • I am going to have to deliver this baby and I’m totally not ready for it.
  • What if something happens to my baby?
  • What if something is wrong with my baby?
  • What if I go into labor early?
  • What if I fall down the stairs (or have some other collision) and hurt my baby?
  • What if my baby stops kicking?
  • What if I have trouble breastfeeding?
  • Oh man, there are so many more…

Bliss:

  • OMG, I’m gonna have an adorable little baby! I know I’m very hormonal right now and, biologically, my body is psyching me up to be a caregiver, but I can’t help but be super excited about meeting my little boy. I’m gonna be a mom! How very cool. And Eric is going to be a great dad. We just can’t wait!

Just two more months to go! Next time: How my insane writing goals for the next two months are going. (Spoiler: Not bad!)

Shiny New Things and JaNoWriMo

A Walk Into The Unknown

A Walk into the Unknown

I started a new novel! I’m really excited about it. It’s all fresh and new and (mostly) flawless. It’s like a brand new computer with no features that annoy me yet because it hasn’t even arrived in the mail.

This novel is the one I meant to write for NaNoWriMo, except that I got distracted with finishing my former manuscript and never got around to starting it in November. Also, this is a different novel. The story I planned to write in November is pretty well fleshed-out and I still plan to write it one day, but it’s dark and angst-ridden. My shiny new idea is more sentimental. That’s a good thing, because my veins are pumping with pregnancy hormones. I’m crying over mushy holiday commercials and motivational NPR stories. This is the novel to write in the third trimester of pregnancy.

I just started the manuscript yesterday and have only about 1,000 words so far, in addition to a vague outline. I’m thinking I’ll do what I can over the holidays, then do a JaNoWriMo (January Novel Writing Month) in the new year. The plan is to have a first draft done before the baby comes in March — wish me luck!

Is anyone else up for JaNoWriMo? January is the perfect month to write a novel! It’s cold, dark, thirty-one days long, and you’ll be pumping with New Year’s Resolve. It’ll be great!

In the meantime, I wish you all a fantastic holiday season! I hope you get some shiny new things of your own.

Image credit: A Walk into the Unknown, photo by Michael Golden

Critique Partners

Fresh EyesI’ve gotten to the point with my current manuscript where it just needs fresh eyes. I love/hate the whole thing. It’s like a kid sister ten years my junior, whose decisions I never approved of but who can’t help but make me laugh every time I see her. There are some parts I can’t bear to look at and some that make me think that, maybe, I can hack it as a writer after all.

The problem with fresh eyes is you need to find them. So far, everyone who’s read the whole manuscript is a friend. It’s great to have friends who are willing to take a peek, but I really need a stranger to read it. That’s one of the things I miss about my writing grad program (I’ve been taking a break from my program. I probably won’t go back for various reasons, not the least of which is the baby boy in my belly) — feedback from disinterested persons. Without grad school, I’ve got to find those eyes on my own.

So, I’ve been looking for critique partners. There are so many places to look: in-person writing groups, message boards, writing blogs. I’ve been trying them all, but I only just got around to asking outright. I’m a little shy like that. Hopefully, I’ll find some good eyes soon. Right before the holidays. My timing is fantastic.

If you’re reading this because you read one of my posts somewhere asking whether we can be critique partners, feel free to poke around and learn a little more about me. I’m a nice person, I promise, and probably, maybe, an at-least-decent writer. I think.

Image credit: http://cmcguire.com

Maternity Things

A few thoughts I had this past week, at 25 weeks pregnant…

  • Pregnancy is nine months long and I’m in the sixth month of it. I’m not “six months pregnant,” although certain sources tell me I am. I talked to a woman the other day who said she was nine months pregnant and due in three weeks. Assuming she is a human with a normal gestational period, that isn’t possible. She’s eight months pregnant and in her ninth month of pregnancy. Women are due at the beginning of the tenth month of pregnancy, i.e., when they’re nine months pregnant. I’ve heard this one several times and it seriously bugs me. So do charts (like this one) that tell you pregnancy is ten months long. That’s only true if you make all the months 28 days long (here’s a better chart). I, for one, would love to think that my pregnancy was further along than it is, but making months shorter than they really are just seems dishonest.
  • This part of this article analyzing Bella’s character in Breaking Dawn (the fourth book of The Twilight Saga) made me laugh:

“Bella’s gestation of the half-human, half-vampire fetus proceeds along nightmare-dream logic that will be familiar to anyone who has ever been pregnant: the fetus grows at alarming speed, impels Bella to unusual behaviors (in this case, drinking gallons of blood via cup and straw), and ultimately threatens to tear the girl apart from inside out. I want to reiterate here: this is not that unrealistic a representation of gestation and birth.”

  • Someone recently pointed out to me that, since my due date is March 5, 2012, our baby could be born on February 29. How cool!
  • Just in the last week or so, I’ve started having issues with my stomach getting full too fast. This is because my abdomen is stuffed with baby parts and my stomach is being pushed upwards. It’s kind of like having a lap band. Here are some stills from this cool animation of where my organs are. Thanksgiving is going to hurt!

Pregnancy Organs Week 1Pregnancy Organs Week 25Pregnancy Organs Week 36

Have a great Thanksgiving, everyone!

Professional Feedback & Summoning Dragons

One piece of advice I’ve heard a few times is that writers should believe all negative feedback and ignore the positive. In other words, don’t let compliments go to your head. In the world of constructive criticism, you never know what tidbits have been thrown in to take the sting out of what people actually want to tell you. It’s like when someone says, “That’s an interesting shirt.” (Hint: It’s not always a compliment.)

But, if you ignore all positive feedback, you never learn what’s working in your piece and can’t compare it to what isn’t. Really, positive comments should be taken with a grain of salt (or a heap of it, depending on the source). The point is not to ignore the negative comments, which many of us are prone to do.

I recently received some professional feedback from an excellent literary agent (see my previous post) on the first 30 pages of my finished manuscript. With the sweets thoroughly salted, I’m going to take her comments as encouraging. In short, she said that the writing was excellent and the opening scene was engaging, but that the action didn’t pick up fast enough in the subsequent scenes. There’s a lot of action later in the book, but I guess I focused a lot on world-building and meeting characters in the latter half of my sample pages.

Story Beginning Drawing - stephendeas.comHer comments totally make sense to me — a few months ago, I had the notion to throw in a random scene involving a wayward dragon (note: there are no dragons in my book) to amp up the action at the beginning. It looks like I’m going to have to come up with a way to do this after all — with or without actual dragons.

A problem with all this is that I’ve been working on revising this novel all week and have made almost no progress on my actual NaNoWriMo novel. I really would love to have two finished novels, ideally before my baby boy is monopolizing my time. I already have moments when I just sit around thinking how cute the cats are — I can’t imagine how often I’ll do that when there’s a baby around the house, not to mention the time it’ll take to care for him. Hopefully I can still make this work!

In the meantime, I’m considering dragons. Or goblins. Or, probably the wisest move, just moving some scenes around in the beginning. As far as NaNoWriMo goes, one finished novel is better than two in the hopper. Right?

Image credit: http://stephendeas.com

Birthday Awesome!

Wednesday was my birthday! Birthday Awesome Shirt!Birthdays are pretty awesome, a concept we (i.e., Ten East Read, the small t-shirt company I help run) celebrate with the BIRTHDAY AWESOME! shirt. I flatter myself to say that my birthday tends to be especially awesome because I get to share it with my awesome twin sister, Christian. We like to celebrate at least twice.

Since our birthday was on Wednesday this year, and since we had a big Halloween party just a week and a half before it, we decided to forgo having a party this weekend. Instead, we invited a bunch of friends to have dinner and drinks with us at our local Mexican/Central American restaurant. It’s not a fancy place — just a nice, home-cooking-type place where the margaritas come in regular or huge. On my birthday, my friends always amaze me with their awesomeness — even on a random Wednesday night, pretty much everyone we invited showed up, with exceptions on account of a cold and a two-month-old. Even though it was a school-night, we managed to after-party at my place till the wee hours. I’m so lucky to have friends who are bent on making my birthday special!

(I should give a shout-out here to the friends who are out of town or who I don’t get to see as often — they also made my birthday totally special with nice messages in all forms of media. Big smiles.)

We also celebrated yesterday with our family with a trip to Medieval Times. Christian and I had been wanting to go there for a while and figured our birthday was as good a time as any. So, our parents, grandmother, husbands and one of our sisters (we have one more who couldn’t make it) joined us for an evening of jousting, dancing horses, fake British accents and eating with our hands. It was really fun! For those who haven’t been there before, each section roots for one knight. We happened to be in the section with an entire high school band (sans instruments). Our section was so lively our knight was blushing from all the attention. It didn’t hurt that he was probably the cutest knight of the bunch, too. We even got our picture taken with him (that’s me on the left. No, your left).

Medieval Times

The less awesome side of my birthday is that I’ve been coming down with a cold all week. On Wednesday I doubted it, on Thursday I suspected it, and today I’m coughing. Evidently, us pregnant ladies have slightly compromised immune systems (to keep our bodies from rejecting the baby, who is, to our immune systems, a mass of foreign tissue). So, we get sick easier. Once we get sick, we’re not allowed to take any cold medicine. The closest we can get is Tylenol and hot water with lemon. I’m about ready for a nap.

Being pregnant on my birthday wasn’t all bad, though. My baby wished me happy birthday with the biggest kick I’ve felt so far. That’s more notice than I got from the cats, and they’re adults. Abominably rude ones, but still!

Seriously, it was a wonderful birthday. Thanks to everyone who made it that way!