Sunday, April 4, 2010

"On the Other Side"




I had the pleasure of meeting author Marianne Smith on Oak Island at the Senior Recreation Center.  She gave a wonderful talk about her life and the novel On the Other Side, which she wrote for her grandchildren. Marianne grew up in Germany during World War Two facing the dangers of war, bombings, hunger, and life without a father. The story is based on facts, events, and real life experiences. At the author talk Marianne Smith stated that “Everything in this book is real. I couldn’t write a book like this and imagine these things.”

Marianne admitted that it wasn’t easy putting on paper many of these painful teenage memories, but they defined the person that she became. And they show what it was like to come of age in Germany during war-torn times on the other side. Our teens need to text less and read more books like Marianne’s masterpiece.

After meeting and talking with Marianne, I felt like I made a new friend. As a poet and a essayist, I feel like I can't write about anything unless it's true. All of my poems, stories, and essays are brimming over with real life experiences. I have three books in the works, and whom did I write them for? My grandkids.

 

Saturday, April 3, 2010

“Excuse me, I am not fibbing!”

Sunset over the ocean
I am back from a vacation on Oak Island, North Carolina, with my wife, Marilyn.  We had a great time, even though it was colder than usual. We took lots of sunset shots. The one at the top was probably our best photo of all of them.  Once you step out of your comfort zone (as in your recliner or rocker), all sorts of wonderful and strange things can happen. Like what?

I attended a book signing where an author, Marianne Smith, shared some of her thoughts on “coming of age” during the Hitler Regime…At the local golf course I met up with a good number of mud turtles and three or four alligators that were about four feet in length. My golf balls seem to be attracted to ponds and sand traps. I visit them frequently. There were no warnings posted about alligators being loose on the course. Of course, the alligators were only interested in sunning themselves, not tasting a northerner…On the way home, we saw what looked like a collapsed tan box on the middle of the highway. As we came closer and closer to this brown miniature pyramid, we suddenly realized that it was a large deer sitting in the sun. I thought it was dead. It wasn’t moving. I couldn’t look at its face. As soon as we passed it, Marilyn screamed, “It’s alive!” I guess it was on Prozac because I never saw it move in my rearview mirror…I played 15 games of golf on four different courses…I ate more fish than usual. I think that I have developed a few scales on my legs…We made new friends, Phyllis and George, who live fulltime across from the beach house we rented. They became our tour guides for Oak Island and beyond. They taught us about photography, golf, and friendship…While we were down there, we had a snowstorm.  I have photos of the snowstorm… “Excuse me, I am not fibbing!” 
Photos can be seen here: http://www.consideration.org/sottile/photos/2010mar/last-seen.html

Thursday, March 11, 2010

10 Tips on Giving and More

“There is no happiness in having or getting, but only in giving.” ~ Henry Drummond




A poet gives words a place on a page or electronic screen; he or she captures a moment of sunshine or pain; laughter or seriousness; clarity or mysteriousness; simplicity or complexity; mind or heart; funny bone, or a piece of the soul. A poet gives. So, if you’re a poet, live your passion, and…


1. Give.


2. Give more.


3. Give even more.


4. Give even more than that.


5. Give when you don’t want to.


6. Give when you do.


7. Give when you have something to say.


8. Give when you don’t.


9. Give every day.


10. Keep giving.


(My apologies to Brian Clark who wrote 10 tips something just like this on another topic.)

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Your Writing Has Four Wheels!


The following article is very interesting. I added the two photos, just for the fun of it, of my friend Chuck and his car who lives on Oak Island. The article is here with permission. It first appered on the current edition of Beth Ann Erickson’s newsletter at http://filbertpublishing.com/current.html. I especially love her newsletter and what this says about poetry! 

Feature Article


Following The Rules For The Genre

By Billie Williams

Whether you are writing articles, non-fiction, short stories, movie or play scripts, poetry or novels, all have rules or principles unique to their type that should be followed, especially, by the beginner. Each type of writing has scores of books outlining and enlarging, enlightening you on these issues. Here we will look at them briefly as Henry Ford might look at the aspects of his vehicles.

Remember earlier we classified the written word as a vehicle type:

Articles – Sports Car

Short Story – Sport Utility Vehicle (SUV)

Essays/Letters – Sedan

Autobiography – biography – Station Wagon

Poetry – 4-door, hard-top, convertible

Novel – 4-wheel drive, Heavy-duty, stretch cab, pickup truck

Let’s examine them closer. Articles as sports cars are compact, concise, charged with and designed for speed. Readers scan magazines. If an article title grabs their attention, they’ll pause to read the first sentence. In the car, color, style, ease of handling apply to the car and the article. Color, the first sentence hook. If it doesn’t provide the keys, your reader likely won’t take it for a test drive. Think zero to sixty in under a minute. It needs to jump off the starting block, give the reader a reason to step on the gas and keep going. Quick and to the point. Once the reader has proven to him or herself that the versatility, and validity of the car, the read; she can relax, ease up on the throttle and watch the scenery unfold as she reads. Remember parts of an article after a dynamite title are introduction—the hook, Body—the scenery, and conclusion—a good ride.

A short story can be action packed, driven through with sports car verve or SUV ability that only a Sport Utility Vehicle can deliver. It can take you pretty much anywhere you want to go in style and comfort. Sometimes over rough terrain along roads less traveled or sometimes, down the highway with family and camping trailer in tow. Compact, yet rugged, a short story like the article hooks with the first sentence or paragraph. Economically and reliably it holds all the necessary elements of Goal, Motivation and Conflict, all the short story family necessities. It’s a quick start. It introduces the road map, the driver, the passengers and any necessary baggage right away so the reader is up to speed. At the end of the short trip, arriving at the destination, the reader should feel satisfied that the trip was successful and worth his while. The SUV carried its load and delivered its passengers, changed or the journey in some significant way.

Essays and Letters, the family sedan, usually with four doors so that passengers and whatever they carry can enter and exit with ease. Great gas mileage and comfortable seating, a healthy sized trunk to hold all the baggage out of sight until needed a reliable vehicle for travel. The less formal structure of the essay or letter can be seen in Ralph Waldo Emerson’s writing or Jane Austin’s. However, an essay has the prerequisites of beginning, middle and end. It takes a more leisurely drive through incident, experience, or quandary of thought, always with a goal—a destination.

By the same token, a letter has a more general approach, yet still has a goal. It may be staying in touch with a loved one, replying to an inquiry, seeking answers to your own query or a myriad of other reasons. Some books are written in this style or as a journal such as The Diary of Ann Frank. There is room to take passengers, allowing them easy entrance and exit in a sedan manner, and in essays or letters taking them on a journey long as is necessary to reach your destination.

Autobiographies and Biographies are the Station Wagons, the family cars, if you will. This genre is all about a person and the passenger he or she piles into that car on a trip, plus all their baggage.

It’s a historical and most often a chronological telling of a life past and present. It usually is hinged on some culminating event. Henry Ford’s autobiography takes us from him as a young man with an idea, through his struggles and creative striving to build and maintain his idea as it grew to a multi-million dollar business. Autobiographies are sometimes written by ghost writers’ with control for content always in the subjects hands.

Biographies are written by others with or without authorization of the person they’re written about. It is your obligation as an author/writer, to make it interesting as possible for your reader. With these genres you must clearly focus on your ideal readers. There’s plenty of room for extra passengers if you choose to include them to help reach the story goal, the roadmap to your destination is yours.

Poetry is the elite, one of a kind, eccentric use of medium to convey an idea with beauty, rhythm and style. The 4-door, hard-top convertible Ford built, or you build around a single idea. There are nearly as many styles of poetry as there are makes and models of cars available to the buying public. There are books, courses and classes that can enlighten you as to their requirements or rules.

The novel is the 4-wheel, heavy-duty, crew cab, pickup truck of the writing world. It has all the characteristics of all the other vehicles mentioned and yet, it is different. For instance there are rules for and reader expectations for all the genre’s within the broad canopy of novel, just as there are trucks of every color, size, shape, and engine design. Sized from novella as in a mini-truck – to a historical saga like our heavy duty pickup truck with all the bells and whistles. The genre, the story, determines the rules. What you can haul in your truck and where the journey should take you and the roads you will take. Hook, beginning, middle and end are all still present. No matter what style it’s written in, mystery, romance, thriller, horror—it’s your choice—as long as the vehicle is reliable, but that’s another chapter.

Bon Voyage and Happy Trails to you

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This was an excerpt from Billie William's latest nonfiction title, A Writer's Vehicle: Henry Ford's Way.

P.S. You can use this article free of charge on your own website or zine. Just don’t make any changes and be sure to include the entire byline. Enjoy!

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Here's Chuck in his hot Lotus! Words have wheels, and so do hot orange cars!



Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Courage Does Not Always Roar


I love this quote. Sometimes courage is a quiet voice that says, "Keep on doing what you are doing, and things will eventually get better." It could be doing a job that you really don't like, but you give it your best, and you're pleasant and positive with all the people that you meet at your job. That takes courage. To fight a serious illness, takes a vast amount of courage. To watch your spouse's hand shake, knowing that the medicine to stop the shaking causes more problems than it's worth, takes courage. We are never "innocent" bystanders to the pain of the ones we love. We see their pain, and we feel their pain, even if we hardly ever verbalize it. That is the nature of true love.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Poems Can Make Us More Courgeous!

                  Invictus


Out of the night that covers me,


Black as the Pit from pole to pole,


I thank whatever gods may be


For my unconquerable soul.




In the fell clutch of circumstance


I have not winced nor cried aloud.


Under the bludgeonings of chance


My head is bloody, but unbowed.




Beyond this place of wrath and tears


Looms but the Horror of the shade,


And yet the menace of the years


Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,


How charged with punishments the scroll.


I am the master of my fate:


I am the captain of my soul.


~William Ernest Henley


Commentary
The title for the movie “Invictus” is the same as one of William Ernest Henley’s poems. The movie is about Nelson Mandela’s rise from being a prisoner to the president of his country. He showed by the way he lived his life that he was the “master of his fate” and “captain of his soul.” As president, he turned enemies into friends, and treated both black and white as one big family, during a very trying post-apartied time. Both movie and poem have many levels of meaning, but the foundation for both is courage. Without the courage of our convictions, and the courage to follow our dreams, who are we? How much can we contribute to society?

This seems like a superb poem to memorize and chant to ourselves when we feel courage lacking in our lives to do the right thing.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Our Eyes Are Windows--Mine Were Cloudy!

I think that’s a wild and crazy picture of Hillary, and I figured it was a good way to get your attention. She looks better than I do with my propeller hat. I have to tell you that I always loved the quote, “Our eyes are windows to our soul.” I heard that many moons ago, yet I think about it's message a lot as I watch people come and go daily in my life. I am highly attracted to people who have a passion in their eyes that declares, “I love the work that I do! It's more fun than work! Just watch me do my thing!” Of course, I love observing passionate people.


Last night, I was worried about my cataract surgery, and I had to be at the Surgery Center at 6:30 a.m., which is long before I usually jump out of bed. And what was I doing with my valuable time? I was watching Charlie Rose interview Morgan Freeman. It was a very gentle, relaxing, and honest interview that I actually saw before. During the show tears could be seen rolling around in Morgan’s eyes, and perhaps, Charlie’s. Both men have deep respect for one another and their talents. Both men admitted that they could have been better family men had they given more time to the role. But men sought happiness through perfecting their talents in the media with total determination. Both were happy with the way their lives have unfolded.
But Morgan said that he is trying to do better as a father now.

Morgan shared a poem that meant a great deal to him that learned in his youth and is a pivotal part of his latest movie. Can you imagine that?—poetry being important in the mainstream? The movie? The movie is "Invictus," starring Morgan as Nelson Mandela, who rallies South Aftrica’s underdog rugby team as they strive to do the impossible: win the 1995 World Cup Championship match. The movie is named after a poem. Can you believe that? (I will share the poem that helped to unite South Africa.)

Charlie said at the end of the show that there’s always a great story if you can get someone to talk about why they leap out of bed in the morning. 

Before sunrise, I leapt out of bed, even though I had far less sleep than usual, and I went off to my surgery with a smile on my face—no silence of the scared in the car. Along the way I thought: Life has been good with two good eyes. And life will stay good. My goal in life, no matter what, is to encourage my readers to enjoy poetry, while we ride life’s rollercoaster with family, friends, and those not yet our friends.

I see the world better now, after surgery. Blogs can help us to see life clearer too. They can open windows to our souls.