Alas, we are without Internet at the condo these last three
days!!! It’s killing us, especially since we had a bunch of missives planned,
including bill paying. Pretty weird to admit I am addicted to the technology,
but I am. I feel totally cut off. So here we are at Starbucks, getting caught up. BUT – I spend the days writing, so some good
has come of it.
It’s amazing how quickly we develop our rhythm. In the
mornings, Vince and I have kept up our walks. We are determined to do this
every day. Our mission is to go further as the weeks progress, within our 30
minute time frame. But first we have a coffee on the balcony and remark upon
the day. Sun’s been up and brilliant for the last three days, just as it
normally is in Manzanillo. No more cloud! The birds gather at the poolside,
along the ocean, or on the palm trees surrounding our building. Schools of fish
boil up here and there, some leaping into the air, and some vanishing into the
sky with the help of a pelican.
Later, I write and Vince chases birds with his camera (the
kind with wings). Or he does crossword puzzles. In the afternoon, we dance in
the pool for an hour.
Friday, the weekenders arrived, noisy children and many
people in one unit. Ah well. That was the advantage of filling this building
with retired, quiet Canadians in the past!
On Saturday morning, the whales come back. We are so
excited. The entire building empties out to stand on the balconies or on the
shore. We squeal and yell as the humpbacks perform just for us. They’re very
close to shore (for whales) and Vince snaps a series of incredible pictures.
They breach high out of water, turn in the air, and belly flop under in a spray
of waves. The sound of their
enormous bodies hitting the surface echoes throughout the bay. They turn over
on their backs and flipper to one another, slapping the water, rolling around
in a synchronized swimming maneuver. We all watch in awe until their spouts
show that they’ve headed back out to sea.
The waves are back, too: the lovely rolling pounding ones
that lullaby me to sleep at night.
On to the writing – just a little, I promise. Plus I have a
question to ask of you. I am reading, at last, the book that my friend
Ann-Marie gave me in the fall: On Writing by Stephen King. At the same time, I
was finishing off the latest novel by Elizabeth George, easily my favourite
mystery writer. Elizabeth breaks Stephen’s first three rules in the pages that
I have left to read. I don’t go back to check on the rest. She uses passive
verbs, the phrase “at the end of the day” (at least twice) and she doesn’t shy
away from descriptions and adverbs. It’s fascinating.
I would say I’m a fairly eclectic reader: I do love mystery
the best, but give me a really great “literary” feast and I’m in heaven. (John
Steinbeck and Margaret Laurence have a lot of space on my bookshelves.) I am
known to read cozies, trashy beach novels and I do like a good thriller. I’ve
even devoured some fantasy books. Now and then, a non-fiction (true crime –
yay!) or an auto/biography keeps me going. So there isn’t really one style of
writing that I like most or that I would pronounce as the best. It depends
entirely on my mood. Sometimes I like the clean plot lines of a thriller and
other times I love the dreamy descriptions of a literary writer.
As Steve (my friend Stephen King that is) says, he must have
something to say about writing since he’s been so successful for so long. And
he does. I’m just not sure they’re rules. Maybe guidelines, preferences,
this-has-worked-for-me’s. I read Elizabeth’s book on writing, too, and she has
lots to offer as well. I keep all their advice in mind, plod on, and have to be
true to my own voice in the end, whether it always works or not. I’ve gained a
lot of confidence in my writing over the last few years. Now I need to work on
getting “my name” out there.
I’ve got a children’s mystery on the go, plus another adult
one. No more Emily Taylor. (At least, for now.) There’s even a cozy waiting its
turn in the queue. So I may be an eclectic writer, too, which is perhaps not
such a good thing. Although, there’s Steve again. He has written some pretty
amazing books and short stories that are not horror, but border more on the
fantasy side.
So, here’s my question. What kind of an ending do you love
and/or hate? Happy? Sad? Cliff-hanger? Exciting, crash-to-the-end kind? Describe
your favourite ending. This is like a poll, but I don’t know how to set one up
on my blog. So I’ll gather your answers and give the conclusion in a few days.
You don’t have to sign up to leave a comment – just be “anonymous”. Although if
you become one of my followers, I’d love it.
In the meantime, here are some before-the-hurricane
pictures, and some after, of our beach in front of our condo building.
3 comments:
Love the whale pic. Once again, sooo jealous.
As for book endings - I love cliff hangers or clever twists. mj
I truly love happy (satisfying) endings but then, the ending of Gone with the wind left hope for a sequel!
I envy you the whales amd the walks....sigh
I hate cliff hangers, and love happy endings or hope filled endings. Life gives us enough misery some days, I like my books to end with a sense of hope and optimism. I love reading books about injustice made right, such as Dibs in search of self, or the very best childrenès novel, The Most Beautiful Place i the World by An Cameron, where a grandmother shares a difficult life lesson with her abandoned grandson. This novel should be read by ever child in grade 3 and up and every adult. I love it when the descriptions take me on a journey to another place and I become lost in the scene and the interactions between characters, their hopes, dreams, disappointments and finally conquests.
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