I'll start with today's Notebook Nugget:
"Discouragement is the devil's tool."
I have no idea where I read that (probably a devotional somewhere) and I don't really have a story to go with it. I'm just waiting (quite impatiently) for a bunch of responses to short story submissions. This is an open opportunity for discouragement--little worries and such that niggle at me and make me think I'm never going to sell another piece. Sigh. Trying to fight it!
Next is something I heard at a writers group recently--the difference between "literary" fiction and "commercial" fiction.
Commercial fiction: The character has a goal (whether they are conscious of it or not). There is a definite plot, during which the character attains his/her goal. Or if the character does not attain the goal, something else changes him/her.
Literary fiction: These are the books we dissect in high school and college English classes. The character has no "goal" and the story is character-driven rather than plot-driven. There may be no real plot at all. The "change" takes place in the reader (whether the character experiences a change or not). I believe what this means is that the story offers insight into a topic or experience that makes the reader reassess his or her opinions, or makes them realize a quality within themselves they were unaware of. A good example is The Picture of Dorian Gray, which highlights the consequences of vanity.
And lastly...Nonsense. If you read my last post, you saw the six lies I told about myself, with one truth tucked in there. Here's the answer, folks, to the real me:
I was not born in Florida--I was born in Texas.
I do not hate chocolate--I'm completely addicted to it!
Not allergic to dogs, thank God. I have a beautiful Shepherd/Lab mix and the sweetest Boxer on the planet. (I am, however, allergic to wool.)
Pink is about my least favorite color. Not a girly-girl, this one, no way!
I've never competed in a marathon, or ever wanted to! I've done quite a few walks for Susan G. Komen, though :).
Of, course, I've been to several concerts, but not for a few years.
Which means....the true statement is that I once won a jalepeno-eating contest. Yep. And the reigning champ was none too happy to be beaten by a girl!