More to the Pointe

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

…far more it seems. Time to look further inland, where the gently rising forrested slopes above the coves are topped by another set of grassy terraces. Jasmine Cove’s marine terrace extends a little over a mile further inland than the others, creating a slightly tiered valley – called Jasmine Glen by the locals – between the slopes above Coral Cove and Hidden Cove. The Crescent City – Port Leighton Highway (also called Hwy 8) has been cut across the grassy terraces, but rather than follow the three hundred foot drop into and rise out of Jasmine Glen, the road crosses it on top of a brick and steel arch bridge.

Why an arch bridge? I wanted something safe enough for the hardier children to run and play around as they make their way through the glen, uphill to the elementary, middle and high schools. The schools lie just below the second tier of the valley, home to the North Yacht Club. Why is there a North Yacht Club when the main one sits on the quarter-mile wide ridge shared by Marina and Coral coves? There had to be somewhere to put the golf course. :)D

Props, Shouts and Tweepin’ Out

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

Social media rocks. This is probably the millionth article to start off with that sentence – most likely because it’s true. I’ve been fully involved in social media since last April, when I published my first novel, Sunrise on the Pier. Most of my time is spent conversing on Twitter. Love it, love it, LOVE IT! Endless conversation. Every La. girl’s dream. How can I hang out on Twitter when I’m supposed to be writing? Tweeting no longer interrupts me. After being distracted for a week or two, I found that what works best for me is to tweet from my cell rather than my laptop. On my laptop, I felt compelled to pay attention to each tweet as it came up. Now that I’m using my cell, I choose when to take a break and tweep out. Odd, I find I write longer now that I have my tweep breaks. Every time I tune back in to the page (or screen, in my case), it feels like a fresh start.

There is a down side though. I get so caught up in spontaneous conversations and interesting tweets that I want to learn from and retweet; I neglect to take care of the etiquette and business aspects of being hooked in to the Twitter network. I need to give props to the highly deserving authors and publishing industry professionals I converse with, share my own news, and tout my published book. How can I do that and still have time for the endless conversation? You guessed it – I’ve taken advice from social media experts, a few of whom are in my list, and set up scheduled tweets!

Time is a very precious commodity for most of us, and I’m honored by every person that decides to spend a little of theirs by reading my tweets. Now I know I won’t forget to respond with a personalized thank you and a shout out on #followfriday. There are also my lists of amazing tweeple, firms and organizations that I follow; some of whom follow me. I know I won’t forget to mention them now and again. Oh and by the way, I’m a self-published author, which makes me solely responsible for selling my book. It would help tremendously for me to mention it from time to time – before the lights get turned off. I’m able to address these needs using my schedule twelper of choice, enabling me to enjoy guilt-free real-time conversation. One thing you can be sure of though – whether they’re scheduled or real-time tweets, they are all one hundred percent me. TGFT (thank goodness for Twelpers)!
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NOTE: Speaking of giving props, my scheduler of choice is @SocialOomph and the technology for my book sample is courtesy of @BookBuzzr. I may not have been in position to share my published book if not for @Smashwords. The best thing? They’re all free! I’m sure there are other self-publishing sites and schedule twelpers. Leave a comment about them if you’d like. If there are other book sharing technologies, please leave a comment about them as well.

The Future of L

Monday, August 2nd, 2010
The Future of L

Laptop Explodes Blue, Photo Credit: Joingate, Dreamstime.com

 

My original title for this essay was ‘Ruminations From the Parent of a TechnoKid’. Awful title – glad I changed it. The ‘TechnoKid’, or L, is my preteen. She’s been asking for Facebook and Twitter since before she was ‘double dij’. That’s right – double digits. She spent the whole day dancing happily because she had  finally reached a double digit birthday.  🙂

On a separate note, I (CathrynLouis on Twitter) briefly tweeted with AuthorWilliam, and jbeemills (fellow writers on Twitter) regarding a particular music release – Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill. It was startling to remember that it had been recorded fifteen years ago. Blew our minds. Where did the time go? If that’s not shocking enough – fifteen years ago was last century.

What has JLP to do with my TechnoKid? Tweeting about it reminded me of what internet communication was like back then. Yes, I said it – back then. When JLP was recorded, the cool thing in personal computing, was email. Woohoo! Not much later, Internet based email was born. What’s the cool thing now? Not just Facebook alone, or Twitter alone; but those and all the other applications that enable online personal expression and communication – the social media cloud.

My TechnoKid (soon to be a TechnoTeen) is a member of Generation 21C (twenty-first century). Her knowledge of rotary telephones, phonographs, cassettes, Sony Beta, and VHS comes from museums, old movies, and the rants of her parents (as in “When I was a kid…”). She is amused that we have home phones, tolerates the CD and DVD players, and wonders why we don’t use the wide screen TV as yet another computer monitor. As for email – she has it, but barely uses it for more than managing her social media accounts. Most of her friends have Internet enabled PDAs. They interact in the cloud.

Admittedly, I’m more of a geek than a lot of parents. Even so, my L was late to the party. Since technology is my career, I’m extremely sensitive to privacy issues. I also know how easy it is to unintentionally expose her to potential threats. So I had a dilemma. I could either sequester her, trying to keep her from all harm, or allow her to participate while teaching her to keep herself safe. After much discussion with my better half, we opted for the latter. Our rationale? If we isolate her, she’ll go out into the world after high school, loaded with the pent up desire to participate, no knowledge of the danger, and no sense of self preservation. Could there be a worse recipe for disaster?

Decision made, I walked her through creating her Facebook account, explaining the reason for each privacy setting I chose. Within hours of creating the account, her virtual world exploded. She acquired over a hundred and fifty friends! It was eerie to watch. How did it happen? Most of her middle school classmates have accounts. As soon as she friended her closest friends, the news that she ‘finally’ had an account rippled through and the friend requests keep coming in. She is now connected to virtually all of her classmates.

We created her Twitter account in much the same way. She and her closest friends use it to communicate by DM’ing each other and tweeting in their small circle of protected accounts. Though she is allowed to surf YouTube, I continue to prevent her from having her own account. Even so, some of her friends have accounts and PDAs that can record video, so she is most likely pictured there anyway – and likely would have been even if we prevented her from participating in any social media. This just illustrates that preventing all exposure is practically impossible for many of us; and underscores how important it is to educate our children about the dangers and show them how to keep themselves safe.

At the mall a few weeks ago, L and a friend were trying to ‘hook up’ or find each other, and were madly tweeting their whereabouts. Naive, old-school parent that I am, I asked “Why don’t you just call her?” L looked appalled. “Mommy you are so-o-o last century. Nobody calls any more. Besides, I don’t know her number and she doesn’t Skype yet.” It struck me at the time that social media has progressed to the point that phone numbers may soon be rendered useless for humans; used only as tools for the technology. L is connected to her peeps and tweeps via the mobile apps for Facebook, Twitter, the online community sites that she is allowed to be a member of and the cell apps that she’s been allowed to have. Why would she ever need to make a phone call? Except to old school mom…

Over the years, my L’s sizeable online social circle can only get larger. The number of friends she will accumulate in high school as two other middle schools worth of students join them, and then later in college is potentially huge – possibly in the thousands of Facebook ‘friends’ and a smaller but still large number of Twitter tweeps. I’m not even going to try to imagine the friends she can accumulate from her community sites. What if Johnny Doe from middle school shows up when she’s in her twenties, having pursued a life of crime? Will she think he’s alright just because he’s in her social media cloud? I’m trying to teach her the general rules of social etiquette and self preservation that those in my generation learned, and thankfully they still apply to L’s virtual world. In the case of Johnny, she has to suspect his sudden appearance until he’s proven to be okay – just as if she bumped into him unexpectedly on the street.

Generation 21C’ers expect that one – maybe two – devices cover many of their non-physical leisure activities – reading, listening to music, communicating with friends, watching movies, playing games; and the list goes on. There is no learning curve for them to accept the social media cloud as a digital representation of their publicly expressed experiences; and as another means of associating and interacting with their peers. It gives them freedom of movement; but there is also an increased level of exposure that earlier generations never had to worry about.

It’s for that reason that I’m hoping that social media communities such as Facebook keep advancing their privacy filters so that L can more accurately duplicate her ‘real world’ associations and have a better measure of who among her vast social circle she really knows and who she is merely ‘linked’ to. Having the ability to model ‘degrees of communication’; and then set privacy filters based on that model would be just about perfect. It’s not an original idea – remember Kevin Bacon and six degrees of separation? A social media application could define a discrete number of communication circles, from innermost to outermost; each with it’s own privacy settings. L would be able to keep her connections, and have control over the access that each circle has to her information. I’m sure there are other approaches that would work just as well.

Another thing we’re trying to make sure L understands is that in social media, there are – potentially – millions of people either observing, participating in; or in the case of protected accounts, in reach of her conversations. In a matter of seconds, remarks can ignite the social mediasphere and spread through it like wildfire. The upside is that the social media cloud makes it easy for us to connect and find each other. The down side is that the openness potentially attracts cyber criminals as reported by @Gizmag. Their article reports that current technology makes it possible for locations to be gleaned from uploaded pictures and videos. It’s only a matter of time before vulnerabilities in other public aspects of the cloud are discovered. Though that is true, I believe that learning caution, rather than being overcome by paranoia, is the better solution for our Gen 21C’ers – just as getting an alarm system is a better solution than staying awake every night in fear of a robbery. What are your thoughts on Gen 21C’ers?

Please leave your comments. I’d love to know what you think.

What’s The Pointe?

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

We’ve all heard the much overused ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’. My picture? A more complete visualization of the fictitious coastal community, Skye Pointe, that I introduced in Sunrise on the Pier. Unfortunately, I have no talent for drawing or painting. I wish its male protagonist was real! Since he isn’t, I have to opt for the thousand (more or less) words. The problem? I didn’t have any to describe what the residents refer to as ‘The Pointe’ or ‘The Coves’. The solution? Research!

The rich vocabulary that describes coastal topography not only has the words for what I envision, but also for the detail I hadn’t previously considered. I can now write that each of the land masses for Marina, Coral and Jasmine coves sits above its beach on progressively higher marine terraces. Before researching, I hadn’t known what to call them, or any coastal elements. ‘Marine terrace’ sounds infinitely better than ‘elevated land above the beach’. Tombolo sounds far more romantic than ‘the stretch of sand connecting the cove arm to an offshore island’. Cove arm? Embarrassing – but I was really referring to the ridge between adjacent coves. By the way, aren’t you glad I didn’t name this post ‘Going Coastal’?

Getting back to Skye Pointe’s appearance, I can continue by describing the cove terraces. Marina Cove’s terrace is only six feet above the beach; with the height being masked by the marina piers and walkways. Coral Cove’s terrace is twelve feet above the beach, and the Jasmine Cove terrace sits about eighteen feet above the beach. Why these heights? To illustrate that the cove terraces get progressively higher until there’s a steep drop from the terrace above Hidden Cove to the one above Keeper’s Cove – which is at the same height as the Marina Cove terrace. As the largest coves, Marina Cove and Keeper’s Cove became home to small villages. The smaller Coral Cove and Jasmine Cove became mainly residential; sites of the multi-acre beachside estates such as those owned by the San Chappelles and the Gibsons. Parks and public trails are interspersed among the estates giving all Skye Pointe residents and guests beach access. As with all the coves, smaller homes (called cottages) are nestled into the slopes above the terraces.

The first settlers protected the terraces on Marina, Coral, Jasmine and Keeper’s Coves from erosion by stabilizing them with stone retaining walls. They didn’t know it at the time, but the retaining walls around Coral Cove had the effect of starving the tombolo that extended from the ridge Coral Cove shares with Marina Cove to Picnic Island, which is about one hundred fifty yards offshore. After a couple of centuries, the tombolo finally collapsed – during the timeframe covered in my new novel. Picnic Island has become unstable and will disappear over time. The retaining walls also starved the beaches of Coral and Jasmine coves, causing them to shrink over the years. After the tombolo collapse, the wave action changed and began depositing sand (probably from Picnic Island) onto the beaches of both the coves, reversing the shrinkage. Marina Cove’s beach is protected from wave action by all the boats and yachts moored in the marina. It feels good to begin sharing Skye Pointe by getting it all down on ‘virtual’ paper. I’m sure there’s more to come.

I Got a Face Lift!

Friday, July 9th, 2010

I admit it – the title smacks of bait and switch. But there has been a facelift – for my Facebook page, not for me.

I started the page in April, just as I published Sunrise on the Pier to Smashwords.com. It’s basically just my Twitter and blog feeds. It was hard to get the mechanisms working right – finally, and from a purely geekie point of view, I’m proud of it. Having it all working together is way cool, right? Not!! It’s no longer relevant and – I know you saw this coming – time to reinvent. :)D

The page was perfect when I launched myself into the social media community as an author – I only tweeted a few times a day and was just getting into the rhythm of posting to my blog. Since then, I’ve become a member of the thriving Twitter community of bookies…oops, probably shouldn’t use that word. Not the same as techies. Sorry Elliott… I’ll just spell it out instead – I’ve joined the community of authors, publishing professionals and book enthusiasts. There’s endless, fascinating conversation. Luckily, I tried to see what it was like keeping up with my Twitter feed on my Facebook page, I nearly got whiplash. Too much information – flying by too fast. Not a good thing.

The old Twitter and blog updates are visible until they get scrolled away. But now, the wall is strictly for news and/or epiphanies – such as this one, or finding my voice. I’ve also enabled comments so that I can have a conversation with visitors. The facelift even extends to this blog. I changed the widget that links to my Facebook page so that it fits better and shows whats posted.

Any social media mavens out there? Some of you may be nodding sagely and thinking, “I could have told you that you weren’t using Facebook properly.” But is it that simple? Getting involved in social media doesn’t appear to be ‘one size fits all’. It also doesn’t appear that the same size fits all the time. It seems to me that interaction with social media is intensely personal. I had to evolve to the point where I needed to make a change. Now that I have, enjoy!

Singing in the Key of Romantic Suspense

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

I started out this week looking (or listening?) for my voice. Along the way, I was unexpectedly thrilled to discover where my novel, Sunrise on the Pier, belongs. It may sound odd, but I didn’t choose a genre and then set out to write a novel; I wrote a novel and then had to find the genre that best fit it.

The romantic suspense novel description, “Finding love in the midst of resolving an intrigue or mystery” fits it perfectly. As (I’m sure) all romantic suspense novelists do, I tried to intricately weave the love story of the two main characters with the story of the mystery they are trying to solve. Now I know that my unique voice as an author is revealed in the way I composed the story.

Having only written one novel, it seems arrogant to ask. But I’m heading into my second novel and I need to know as much as I can before I get too far along. So, here goes – what makes my stories recognizable as Cathryn Louis novels?

First, I suppose, is the way I use the prologue. Common wisdom says that there shouldn’t be a prologue. But I like having it. I use it to introduce the lead male character and the story element that draws the lead female character to him. I like the idea of having a larger than life, unclaimed Alpha male to write toward. I’m hopeful that it’s also suspenseful for readers to go into the first chapter thinking ‘He’s [insert your favorite Alpha male description here]! How does she meet him? The lead male character in my next book apparently agrees – even though I yelled at him. 🙂

Another trait is that my female characters are all accomplished and successful in their own right. They had been in complete control of their lives before the dangerous event that happens out of nowhere. Just as in real life, it takes everyone some time to realize how dangerous the event is. Meanwhile, the event creates a number of side effects, some of which are escalating towards overt danger. The suspense for the reader is that it isn’t clear which side effects are the dangerous ones, or when the protagonists will get the full picture of what the antagonists are doing. By the way, my characters also talk a lot. They enjoy the interplay of dialogue – including internal dialogue. In the multiple plot lines that I develop, every clue about the dangerous side effects is revealed in conversation – not in narrative.

I think the most recognizable element of my voice is my use of multiple points of view. I introduce each plot line into the story by using the voice of the character who drives it. I believe this heightens the suspense for readers as they will see not only the heroine’s view of her world, but also the forces coming together for and against her. At each turn of the page, I endeavor to keep the questions “What will she do?” “What can she do?” foremost in readers’ minds, without diluting the suspense with the question, “What’s going on?”. A simple example is that I would make sure readers know that the villain is behind a particular door, so that I can then drive the suspense of will she or will she not open it. This approach prevents me from inadvertently being ambiguous about the significance of the door.

Of course I have challenges with writing this way. But they can be resolved in a couple of editing sessions. For example, the prologue mustn’t be ‘gimmicky’. It truly must introduce the element that drives the theme of the love story, and establish the ‘Alphaness’ of the lead male character. Another challenge I have is to insure there aren’t too many or unnecessary points of view. Otherwise, I’ve got too many subplots and run the risk of diluting the story of the lead female character. Sometimes I include minor points of view where they seem to enhance the suspense. When I do that, I have to make sure they are valid.

My biggest challenge? I have to admit that it is finding the balance between dialogue and narrative. I tend to err on the side of too much internal dialogue. I also need to make sure that the characters are doing something interesting while they’re thinking. Most of all, the character should be trying to resolve an internal conflict – not thinking exposition.

Common wisdom (there it is again) says it’s far too early in my career to attempt this style of writing. But because the stories in my head are multi-faceted, simpler styles don’t work for me. I’ve gotten writer’s block trying to force them into a format that isn’t natural for them. Though it is by far the more difficult route, I’ve got to perfect my own voice rather than try to lip-sync to someone else’s. Hopefully I’m not tone deaf! :)D

It’s All In The…

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

I’m really jazzed about my interview on Writers News Weekly this week. Celebrating it and the upcoming holiday – don’t know that I’ll write a long blog post.

Ah…  Zen’ing out, finding my balance… **@*CRASH!*@** Oh crap…

Tweedicted, Unbalanced and Props to #litchatters

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

I have written nothing this week. Absolutely nothing. Not a paragraph, not even a sentence. But…do tweets count? I’ve written lots of those!

I don’t have writer’s block. I’m so jazzed, that I’m having fun researching. I’m engaged, plugged in,. So what’s the problem? I’m Tweedicted! So much information – quirky, thought provoking, funny; sometimes so ridiculously outside the norm, it’s shocking. But not so shocking that I don’t go back for more. Again…and again. 🙂

Everybody knows that interesting and interested folks congregate not only on Twitter, but also on countless forums and blogs. It’s like being back home in Louisiana – endless conversation, 24/7. Sitting on the front porch in the Garden District watching the neighbors – and a few strangers – strolling by. People wander up and down the porch steps, in and out of the several ongoing conversations. Too soon, the rising sun is setting (where did the day go?) and the Orange Blossoms have been replaced by Mint Julips, then again by Daiquiris.  A fair few crawfish and oysters on the half-shell (here, a nod to #litchatters) have bitten the dust. Of course, nowhere near the numbers chalked up by the crustacea-icide inflicted on our marsh and sea areas by Blundering Phools.

Despite that particular catastrophe of Biblical Proportions (a nod to Rachel Maddow), another day has been enjoyed – but no progress on my next novel. I don’t want to be one (as in novel) and done, so I’ve got to dial my participation back a notch. Okay a couple of notches. Alright, alright! Many, many notches. (Quick – #litchatters, how many cliches have you spotted so far?) It’s going to be ha-aa-r-r-d. Yes, I know – I’m whining. It sounds different after a few Daiquiris – I can almost pass it off as an La. accent as I waver, trying not to tip over. As in, “You know da-ah-hh-ling, it’s going to be so ha-ah-hh-d!”

I’ve faced the reality that I need balance. Being unbalanced – like this anyway – is big fun. But as with all other ways of being off kilter, unsustainable. So I have to drag myself out of the tweetisphere more often. But (final nod to #litchatters) – I’ll be back. :)D

Twitter Tags and Titles

Monday, June 14th, 2010

I’ve been having fun with some Twitter tags – #girlgeek and #alphageek. I admit I’m a #girlgeek. I’ve not got the ego to claim #alphageek – for myself. But I do claim it for my protagonist in my current novel – and the as yet unnamed female protagonist in Skye Pointe 2 (SP2). They are #alphageekstothemax (okay, okay – so I made that one up).

A quirk of my particular #geekiness is that I like patterns. That’s really an understatement. I love patterns. I analyzed the way I wrote Sunrise on the Pier, and used it to set myself up some patterns for SP2. I didn’t pay attention to my own ramblings.  It seems that ‘perfecting the craft’ is more about what not to do than what to do.

I had a nice circular set of patterns going – story definition, character essays, narrative, structure, then back again. I went through that sequence only twice. Then a great title for the book popped into my head – threw everything off. Now everything is keying off the title. That didn’t happen with Sunrise on the Pier. I’m going to have to wing it – again. OMG WTF!

What if I never develop a set of patterns? What if I do things differently every time? That makes me…an artist? Feels like I’m on a tightrope with no net. Maybe if I just think of it as a diving board…  🙂

Pushy Character

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

At my keyboard, trying – and failing – to get back on track with SP2. Lots of writing – all false starts. Even so, I don’t throw anything away. I just file it in a folder labeled ‘FalseStarts’. I pace, I walk, I try to amuse myself with inane games, nothing works.

Then I hear a voice in my head. “Excuse me,” it says very politely. “You need to start the book with me.”

I’m startled. “I beg your pardon?”

“I’m the male protagonist…” says the voice.  “…and you need to start the book with me.”

“I started the last book with the male protagonist. I want a different beginning this time,” I huffily replied.

The voice continued, a touch more firmly, “What you did last time isn’t relevant. For this book, here and now, you need to start off with me.”

What a pushy character! I ignored him, and went on my not-so-merry way, trying to fit the beginning I was stubbornly holding on to.

Then, in amusement, he taunted, “It’s not working for you, is it?”

“Fine! Fine!” I shouted.  “I’ll show you that this book should not start with you!” My family already thinks I’m nuts, and hearing me shout at thin air did nothing to change their minds.

All those exclamation points – for nothing. !?!!?!

He was right. I needed to start the book with him. Geez, I hate it when the characters are right. More rewriting ahead, and I’m still at the beginning…

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