Inspiration for the day

Hubby must have been in a particularly warm and fuzzy mood this morning:

Hubby: How’s the book going? *rubs my back affectionately as I stare at the computer*
Jeannie: I’m 50,000 words in and it’s crappy.
Hubby: Well, don’t hesitate to start over from the beginning.
Jeannie: *casts evil eye*

This is the same guy who tells our ten month old twins that, “It’s going to hurt like that every time until you learn how to control that head” when they knock their baby noggins against something.

So I’m taking a bit of inspiration from two kick-butt ladies today.

First, Nora Roberts, who when asked what she does if a story doesn’t work out answered, “That never happens. I make it work.”

And Shannon Butcher. At a panel for our local chapter, someone asked her what she does when characters get unruly and don’t behave as she wants them to. As someone who doesn’t believe in characters who talk to me, I loved her answer: “My characters are my bitches.”

There you go. Picking up my big wobbly head from the desk and setting off to make it work, no matter what.

Letters of Note: Sell Your Heart

I follow @LettersofNote on Twitter because I find reading original letters, such as the letter of a soldier in Vietnam written on the day that Saigon fell or the last letter of Marie Antionette a fascinating look into history and humanity through original sources.

And sometimes the letters are inspirational, such as today’s letter from F. Scott Fitzgerald to an aspiring author and family friend. He sums up so well why I love to read debut books. There’s something fresh and raw and hungry in them that I don’t know if you can ever recapture. They may be flawed, but they’re often fearless. Later, a more experienced author can pad a book with crafty skill and trickery, but as Fitzgerald says so elegantly, without that, all you have that anyone wants is you.

Love this letter. It’s my inspiration for the day: F. Scott Fitzgerald-You’ve Got to Sell Your Heart

P.S. The Great Gatsby wasn’t Fitzgerald’s first book, but I recently re-read just the scene where Daisy crushes Gatsby’s dream with the line “I loved him once, but I loved you too.” I read Gatsby on my own in high school. My class actually didn’t read it. We might have been the only one. I was one of those kids who actually thought I would miss out if I didn’t read those classics everyone else was reading, so I tried to supplement these gaps in my education by getting the books myself from the library and struggling through them without the benefit of a teacher’s guidance telling me what was significant.

My conclusion was that I, as a child, read that scene for story–for plot. I overlooked it for nuances of emotion and characters. It’s a clean and powerful scene. Now I feel I must go and re-read all those books again.