by Sylvia McNicoll | Jan 5, 2014 | Sylvia McNicoll
Before my pilgrimage to Ernest Hemingway’s house, I wanted to re-read some of his work. I picked up The complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway and learned he doesn’t use a lot of commas, just like me. He has a fairly bare bones style of writing. He doesn’t tell you how to feel or how the characters feel, he lets you do the emoting. But he writes a compelling read anyway.
During my visit ( listening to the tour guide), I also realized he never earned big money or fame till a couple of his novels were turned into films. Rather his first two wives supported him. Okay I don’t feel so bad about taking Canada and/or Ontario Arts Council grants any more.
Tourists from all over traipsed through his house in Key West today, but
he’s lived in a kazillion places. They seemed more interested in his cats than his books.
Hemingway got into trouble with For Whom The Bell Tolls, it was banned for years, delaying his winning of the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Hemingway indirectly showed me the impact art can have on a community. The bar he frequented is famous, the boat he used is famous, his house and his cats and his marriages and death also. There’s an industry of t-shirts based on his image. Key West is known for all the writers and artists who live there.
Now lets just think about Toronto and Burlington even…
by Sylvia McNicoll | Dec 13, 2013 | Sylvia McNicoll
Before the end of the year,
I want to steal a moment from the usual Christmas craziness to say how grateful I am for my job, which incorporates meeting and working with great people: all my editors and writing friends and all the librarians and kids; and just being alone sometimes in my own space to create. Thanks to my husband Bob for some dynamic photos to remember some special moments.
by Sylvia McNicoll | Sep 22, 2013 | Sylvia McNicoll
In our hotel at breakfast, the lovely Ukrainian Ganna was asking me what brought me into town.  In the past I have always avoided too many details because every time you say you’re a writer, the whole topic becomes your job.  On this particular Sunday, the day of  Word on the Street in Saskatoon, I tried to lure our waitperson to come, told her how I was speaking at 4:00 in the Brave New World Tent with Gail Sodanie Sibot.
What I’m thinking of late, is only the writing community goes to literary festivals, which makes the whole writing and reading experience rather elitist. Â I want to share my passion with Everyman or Everywoman as it is in this case. Cabdrivers, flight attendants, hotel clerks, waitstaff all get treated to more detailed answers as to why I’m travelling or in town etc. Â So I told Ganna about who I would be going to see in the different tents, especially my favourite cookbook authors Greta and Janet Podleski. Â I talked about how great their recipes are, how funny all the cartoons and side bits are and how inspiring their rise to success is, and encouraged Ganna to come.
As I went to sit down, imagine my surprise when a dark haired lady approached and said she couldn’t help overhearing my pitch for the festival and for Looneyspoons cookbooks. She thanked me and said she should be offering me a commission. Of course, it turned out to be Janet Podleski who introduced me to her “looney” sister Greta.
I begged them to wait till I got my camera, up on the sixth floor. Ganna then did an entire photo session with the sisters and me. Â “Please could you check if it is all right?” she asked me.
No photos. Â The camera memory card was stuck in my computer back upstairs. Â How patient are these kind creative cooks. Back upstairs I ran and caught my photographer husband on his way down. Janet and Greta allowed me to interrupt their breakfast again as Bob took our picture: Â Greta is on the left, Janet is on the right.
Their session was packed. These ladies are as funny and genuine in person as they are in print. Â Okay, I know that sounds funny but you know what I mean. Â My only regret is the lineup for their cookbook signing was too long for me to buy one,line up and make my own presentation in time. Â I’m digging out the three I have and cooking with a new sense of camaraderie. I’ll ask for the new book for my birthday (Next Monday, hint, hint)
by Sylvia McNicoll | Sep 20, 2013 | Sylvia McNicoll
How many times have you heard something like this in response to the premise of a story “Oh that’s been done before.” Or how many times have you been writing about something only to hear someone say there’s a movie on the same subject or a television series or an award winning novel (and illiterate you haven’t read it yet!).
This Sunda, September 22, 4:00, I’ve been paired with Gail Sidonie Sobat in the Brave New World Tent at Saskatoon’s third annual Word on the Street. Our talk has been titled “When the Pen is Bloodier than the Sword” which really makes me want to know what we’re talking about.
Of course I read Gail’s latest novel, Not with a Bang, published by Magpie Books, and from the first page was dazzled and absorbed by the beautiful writing. Okay and perhaps chagrined a bit. My story is told through a trial,a journal and a 16 year-old speaking,first person fairly bare bones. It’s about a girl who “volunteers” at a longterm care facility in order to graduate from high school.
Gail’s character is a 17 year old boy who works in a similar facility to serve out a community service sentence on a drug bust. My character Sunny actually gets in trouble for her volunteer work, she stands trial for manslaughter when an Alzheimer’s patient chokes to death, where Gail’s Jan gets out of trouble with it. He finds a shared interest with an old man, poetry, and through it survives and copes with his fractured life.
And there the similarity, if you even see any, ends. As bare bones as my telling is, Gail’s is rich with poetry in a third person narration: “One slim hand into the tight jean pocket. Fishing. A frequent occupation. Usually for keys. Change. Sometimes himself.”
I like Gail’s book better. Gulp. Maybe because I
want to be that kind of old person when I age. Not the catatonic Mrs. Demers in the wheel chair of my own Paradise Manor. Also because I enjoy Gail’s lyrical style. Maybe just because I like to listen to or read a different voice than my own.
But we’re both on the stage together and our books are both on Saskatoon Public Library’s shelves and hopefully in many other places. Both of our voices are true and honest and capture the vulnerability of our respective characters. Readers can love both stories for our different voices.
Which leads me to a final point, kind of an infomercial: on November 16, I will be presenting at CANSCAIP’s Packaging Your Imagination (Humber College, Lakeshore, Toronto) on Voicing Your Teen Novel. In my hour and a half, I intend to help writers find their own best voice to tell their story whether the premise has been done before or not. Packaging Your Imagination (PYI) is a full day of workshops that has expanded so that you can opt to attend a second day called “Get Published Bootcamp”. If you can’t attend in person, you can sit in virtually. Visit CANSCAIP.org for more details.
by Sylvia McNicoll | Sep 17, 2013 | Sylvia McNicoll
Getting ahead in writing means capturing transformative moments.
A while back I wrote a guest blog at Leanne Dyck’s site called the Rewrite Meltdown http://sweatercursed.blogspot.ca/2013/08/the-rewrite-meltdown-by-sylvia-mcnicoll.html
In it I mentioned how a panel of editors all agreed that it could be a single line of writing that captures them in a work. As I was in the thick of rewriting Dying to Go Viral for one of those editors (Christie Harkin), I worried that I might accidentally delete that magic clump of words that sold her. Next day I put her on the spot and asked which clump it might be. A look of panic came over her face.
Beautiful writing is, I’m guessing, not what I’m known for. Premise, plot, interesting characters, bare bones story telling? Someone else can fill me in on the qualities of what I do–I’m not even going to try to guess those.
But the other day I reviewed a couple of books and was trying to explain to my husband why I was such an easy marker in regards to the number of stars I gave a story despite some problems I had with it. Sometimes it’s difficult as a craftsperson to stop looking for ways you might have written a story differently.
That night we watched a film called A Late Quartet and one of the musicians complained that an early age he played badly for a master and was praised none the less. Many years later he
demanded an explanation from him. The master talked about various elements he enjoyed in his playing, a masterful bow stroke etc. Then he said he looked for the transformative moments.
That’s what I look for in a book. It could be that I feel I’m sitting with the character in front of the fire warming my hands and sipping hot chocolate or perhaps it’s when there’s a sense of vulnerability, of naked honesty in emotions. Surprise and recognition.
Those hot fudge and caramel moments that make you draw in a deep breath…and exhale slowly. It’s what we need to focus on in all aspects of art and life.
by Sylvia McNicoll | Aug 25, 2013 | Sylvia McNicoll
What I like about a signing is that it’s a real and demonstrable effort to connect my book to readers without the need to be shortlisted for any prizes, which let’s face it, are hit and miss and certainly out of our control. Here’s something you can do that’s immediate and personal. You invite a potential reader over, tell them about your stories and offer to autograph a copy if they purchase today. They buy or not.
This one is hosted by Kristen Knowles, KZ as she’s known by on her name tag, at Queensway Chapters which is across from Sherway Gardens. She’s a favourite seller of mine who doesn’t require me to submit a job résumé before scheduling a signing. I know she sets up a lovely table with a great book display (Ask me about the time I had to help carry a banquet table though secret shopping centre halls for a smaller chain store appearance)
A problem for today’s event is that the mall is under heavy construction and the regular walkways to the bookstore across the street are obstructed. It’s also a sunny warm day. KZ prefers rainy days for signings.
A plus is KZ and her staff. All of the sales people ask me to tell them about the novels and convince me that they will handsell the books after I’m gone. Regular announcements are made throughout the afternoon about the “Lovely Sylvia McNicoll” “Award winning Candian Author” “In store today, meet her at the back.”
Today, yes, I’m placed at the back of the store near the teen, 9-12 and kids’ section. For the first hour no one comes. But I have great bookmarks. Fitzhenry has just couriered a set of new Bringing Up Beauty/A Different Kind of Beauty/Beauty Returns combo book placeholders. When I see someone of the right age, I walk to them and say something like “I’m a famous Canadian writer. Would you like an autographed bookmark?” Or, tongue in cheek, I address the grownup, “I’m such a famous Canadian author, I can’t understand why your young person hasn’t rushed over for an autograph.” Then I draw them back to the table and chatter about the plots and background information on the covers and stories.
As the day progresses, more customers come in and I realize a plus of where I’m located; the reoccurring phrase: “I’m interested in hearing more but I really have to go the bathroom.”
What can be awkward is when, despite a long and engaging book conversation, the parent and young person walk away with no book. One time a young girl, I want to call her Emma, Olivia or Abby as those were the popular names of the day, kept saying how much all my books interested her. Her mother, a Silver Birch volunteer,
didn’t even seem to think about purchasing one for her. Maybe she has a special discount some where? I know I should shave pressed a little more, but sometimes pride or even nerves kick in.
Another episode involved a mom overly enthusing about me and the books and the child visibly drew further and further away. I think she wanted to hide under the shelves. The mom should have bought a book to read herself and hoped the child would be curious after. Maybe I should have suggested that out loud, but I didn’t want to frighten the kid more. Wish that mom were paired with the girl who wanted all of my books.
At the end of four hours of sitting at a table meeting and greeting strangers, the writer always asks herself is it worth it. Today’s sales net about 17 books.
Yes, yes, yes.
But this is a unique answer to the individual author. This author loves people watching and talking to bookloving parents and kids. I love sitting in between shelves full of colourful books even if they are competition. After all a lot of my friends wrote them. I love getting out and seeing the sales process.
Writing is a solitary experience, signing is social.
In order to do any kind of selling, you have to be convinced that the creation you’re offering is of genuine and unique worth to your reader. Sometimes that’s hard when you’re sandwiched between thousands of books. Or when that book loving Mom still says no. But In the signing experience, I’ve discovered it’s not just the book that’s the product. It’s the meeting the author experience. Parents sometime wax poetic about how wonderful it is that their kids got to talk to a real author. Not
every school brings us in anymore. Kids thank me too or just gape in awe. So for me, it’s no longer just about sales. If I counted, it would be the good conversations I’ve had. What a great afternoon it’s been for that.
For this one summertime Saturday, I didn’t bury myself in my work, arguably a more profitable use of my time. Instead I enjoyed a real social media day.
Before my pilgrimage to Ernest Hemingway’s house, I wanted to re-read some of his work. I picked up The complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway and learned he doesn’t use a lot of commas, just like me. He has a fairly bare bones style of writing. He doesn’t tell you how to feel or how the characters feel, he lets you do the emoting. But he writes a compelling read anyway.
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