The Fair came to Town and I’m still Lost
So this was the weekend of the annual Firefighters fair and I went out and snapped some pics while it was closed. I think there is something so melancholy and beautiful about closed fair rides. Oh and clowns are scary. Why put them around small children? Of course the Dear Teen twins went without us on Saturday night. I hear that’s when all the cool kids went. Moms were not welcome. Shrug.
How was your weekend?
Best,
KwanaP.S. Sidebar
Can anybody explain the ending of LOST to me? ANYBODY? Yes, it ended and I’m still LOST. I need another dang explanation show next week. Jack died on that plane right? They all died? This was some, um, I don’t know what for 6 years. Jack’s death dream? Confused, I am. Oh and no Walt. Thanks. Not.
Get Up
What’s Jack up to? Jack is chilling and watching the window today from his couch perch. Making sure all is cool with the block ya know. LOL.
Wishing you a beautiful Sunday filled with blessings. The DD has 2 dance shows today gotta get up.
Best,
Kwana
Editing 101 or at least how I do it
The very sweet from Debra from Lifescapes was kind enough to ask me about my editing process which is a little hard to pin down but I’ll try to write a bit about it here and not bore you all too much.
Now every time I write a book it’s a new and different process. I have written 5 full novels and quite a few partials which are sample pages of novels that are ideas in work. A little back-story before I get to the edits. I’m a pantsterwhich is a term for flying by the seat of your pants. Now, I wish this wasn’t true. I’d love to be a big time outliner and have every aspect of my story down cold before I start to write, but that’s just not true and even when I do have it and map it all out, the characters are like these “real” people in my head that seem to go off in their own directions at the oddest times. So then its map out the window and time to pull out the GPS. Well, somehow through all this I find my way to the end of a novel that looks remarkably like the “movie” I originally saw in my head way back when.
But being done is just the beginning. My grammar and spelling, as most of you long time blog readers can attest to, is just a hot mess besides that, who knows if I changed a characters eye or hair color way back in chapter 3 and not even noticed. Heck, I may have changed a name. Writing a story is a long process.
Coming to the rescue is my critique group. I have a core group of 3 writer friends that I havehad for years I call them my Writing Vault and they are invaluable to me. We read for each other and give loving but very real feedback. No just easy pats on the back here. So I’ll send the manuscript off to one of them.
Opps Add in: Thanks Maira for reminding me. First I print out a full copy and read it through myself and red line edit it once going through all the way with a full read. This is usually painful. Ouch.
Then off to crit partners and they will edit the whole book with bold red track changes with all their thoughts on grammar, seeing if I’ve totally fleshed out an idea, have enough emotion etc… then I go back and make whatever changes (I agree with) I want to the entire book. Then I’ll do this again with another critique partner until I feel the work is the best that I can make it. I can’t put a time on this as it can be quite long depending on life and how much work the book needs. I’m not a quick writer and it’s different for each book.
Now this process doesn’t work for all writers. I know many published authors that don’t work with readers at all, but for me the help and mostly the caring and support has kept me writing through the years even in the face of rejection.
I am eternally grateful to my critique group. Thanks so much Megan, Jen and Jeanine. May all our writing and publishing dreams come true.
So tell me, what’s your editing process?
Best,
Kwana
From The Bottom Up
Stretch
stretch (str ch) KEY
VERB:
stretched, stretch·ing, stretch·es
VERB:
tr.- To lengthen, widen, or distend: stretched the sweater out of shape.
- To cause to extend from one place to another or across a given space: stretched the banner between two poles.
- To make taut; tighten: stretched the tarpaulin until it ripped.
- To reach or put forth; extend: stretched out his hand.
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- To extend (oneself or one’s limbs, for example) to full length: stretched her calves before running.
- To extend (oneself) when lying down: she stretched herself out on the couch.
- To put to torture on the rack.
- To wrench or strain (a muscle, for example).
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- To extend or enlarge beyond the usual or proper limits: stretch the meaning of a word.
- To subject to undue strain: to stretch one’s patience.
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- To expand in order to fulfill a larger function: stretch a budget; stretch a paycheck.
- To increase the quantity of by admixture or dilution: stretch a meal by thinning the stew.
- To prolong: stretch out an argument.
- Informal To fell by a blow: stretched his opponent in the first round.
Even though in the process of editing my last manuscript I was doing a lot of taking away and the object was not to expand, I found that the exercise stretched me beyond where I had gone before.
How have you stretched yourself recently? Have you stretched yourself or have you been a limp rubber band?
Now excuse me while I beg someone for a massage. These muscles are sore!
Best,
Kwana
The Cave
What’s Jack up to? Jack is being a total Jackster. Driving me wild by being all mischievous and totally underfoot. I can’t take two steps lately without tripping over little Jack. Oh well. So it is.
Not too many words today. I think more will come as soon as I’m more alert. But today I’m squinting against the sun and finally stepping out of my editing cave. Whew, it was a tough two weeks, but I think I got it all done. Of course in my mind done is never really done… until it’s really done. And by that I mean sold, delivered and maybe on a bookshelf somewhere. But right now that outcome is not in my hands so I’m letting it go for the moment. Thanks for all your kind words and encouragement while I was hanging in the cave. You all really warmed me up when the fire got low.
Happy Monday!
Best
Kwana
And Still
It’s the same old thing going on with me. I guess I’m running on fumes now. I’m either at my little table or on on my bed or on the couch. Yeah, it’s me and my laptop and my edits… in my sweatpants. Not as pretty a sight as this slightly misshapen Picasso woman. Ah well. I am who I am right about now.
But enough about me, what’s doing with you today?
Best,
Kwana
Legacy
There are some struggles that thankfully my DD will never have to face but sadly some that she already has. And with the great election of our first Black President old wounds have been reopened and sometimes things are uglier than they have been in a long time.
And now I find that even me, a girl one time removed, kinda like a second cousin, from the civil right moment (and honestly not as conscious as I should been, that is until I had children of my own and a real reason to care in my heart) am profoundly moved by the passing of these Black women pioneers of late like Dorothy Height and now Lena Horne.
Oh Ms. Lena what a beauty, but more so, what a talent what a spirit, what a legacy.
Looking back at the age of 80, Ms. Horne said: “My identity is very clear to me now. I am a black woman. I’m free. I no longer have to be a ‘credit.’ I don’t have to be a symbol to anybody; I don’t have to be a first to anybody. I don’t have to be an imitation of a white woman that Hollywood sort of hoped I’d become. I’m me, and I’m like nobody else.”
quote from the New Tork Times
Best,
Kwana4 Generations
What’s Jack up to? Jack has been so good for me lately while I’m busy working that I’m almost scared to talk about it in fear that he”ll hear and start to act all Jack like so… Shhh… don’t tell him I’m talking about him on ye old blog today. And don’t look him directly in the eye. That’s when the trouble starts.
I hope Mother’s Day was good for all you moms out there. I went to Harlem to surprise my mom at her church and picked up Nana on the way. Here is a pic of the 3 of us along with my DD. Sorry it’s blurry it was snapped by my lil brother with his Crackberry. It was wonderful to have 4 generations together for Mother’s day.
Happy Monday!
Best,
Kwana
Happy Mother’s Day
Wishing all the Mom’s out there a very Happy Mother’s Day. Relax at take some time for you. This is a pic of a fun tote given to me by a friend which so sums up my motherly house keeping ways.
Have a wonderful day!
Best,
Kwana
P.S.
I will take my own advice one I finish my edits. Will be a working mother’s day for me. Snip, snip.













