Perkinson Post: Free Writing Sessions…Opening the Trap Door and More…

If you are reading this right now, then you are a writer. You belong here…please stay…

Here is why:

That trap door on top of your head is open and there is a mini-ladder popping out from it. Little itty-bitty tiny characters from the ether step down the tiny wooden slats with tiny flashlights and illuminate the rooms inside the dark crevices of your cranium. And late at night, they begin talking – each one bearing out a trait or emotion that either mirrors or contrasts the other tiny character. And, at any time of day, those tiny characters will flash suddenly “on” and it’s something akin to dinner conversation with people you know, people you want to explore and experiment with. (like that preposition?) The vortex of the plot, the characterization, the setting, the conflict, the message, the point-of-view swirl about till someone (your tender heart, I think)  pulls the ladder in and closes the trap door atop your head and guess what.

You’re stuck with them.

You have to eat with them, sleep with them, have sex with them, argue with them, and sometimes say kind words about them. You can write in all kinds of different genres. But, puh-lease, write in the genre (mode) you feel most comfortable. And, when you don’t know what you are doing, pick up a book that, perhaps, emulates (in formula only) your work and see how they used an em-dash or used a question mark in dialogue. I like to say this, “write more readerly and read more writerly.” Write that one down and read it over and over again till it sinks in.

I am offering free writing sessions to anyone who connects with me and so far I am very impressed with the adroit and astute nature of the unpublished writers who are taking a leap with me.

They are spot on. Let me tell you. These new writers got something to say…

I am really, really happy for them.

Let’s keep it going. As Emerson once said, “What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are small matters compared to what lies within us.”

Call me. E-mail me. Let’s start the conversation.

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Perkinson Post: Free Writing Sessions…No baggage, I promise

You have to offer something free – always.

Except, of course, if you are an airline.

Lucky for me, I am not an airline. I am just an old English teacher who knows that a little advice can go a long way. Here’s a little nugget from our recently departed Ray Bradbury – Relax. Don’t think. Write. Three short sentences that helped me write my first book. I scribbled the words on a notecard and taped it to the bottom of my computer screen. Whenever I was stuck or anxious or trapped in subject-verb-agreement, I would look down to the sagacious saying and get over myself and move on. I just kept tapping away and eventually a good word, sentence, or paragraph would emerge from its closed chrysallis state. It took me three manuscripts to mold my first book and twenty years of dreaming. This is what I don’t want for my dear reader reading this…that indescribable twenty-year wait. Even though the digital age has made writing a whole different platform from which to spring, people still need assistance getting started, staying accountable, or receiving advice or inspiration that will get them to their goal A LOT faster than I did.

I went the publishing route completely solo. I read and read and read and wrote and wrote and wrote till droplets of black font oiled out from my temples and dropped themselves to the scratchy page. I drove myself crazy with waiting, wishing, finagling…till one day, I got the call of a lifetime.

Call me. E-mail me. Let me help expedite your plan to express yourself to the world. I look forward to any way I can serve you. It is all about YOU! And, I am supremely happy about that.

Free session. No baggage. Plenty of leg room and you can exit any time you like.

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Perkinson Post: Are you a top down or bottom up writer?

So, are you a top or a bottom?

Frankly, I’m a top.

When writing a novel or a novella or a short story (or most anything), some writers will write in a “top down” style while others are “bottom up.” What does this mean? By and large, “top down” writers leave spaces and gaps in their descriptions allowing room for the reader (up there) to bring in their own ideas to the setting or the scene or even the tension in the room of the characters.  Top down writers write a shorter narrative but it does not mean that there is less substance. It is just a different style.  Less is always more. An example of a well-known top down writer might be Mitch Albom. He is a gapper for sure, but by the end of the story, the reader is no less informed, enlightened – entertained.

The “bottom up” writer leaves the reader with details and nuances of just about everything. The peanut butter residing on the kitchen knife…the kind of peanut butter…the age of the knife and design style…how long it has been sitting atop the counter, when the dog sniffed it and – oh, I forgot – the style and type of counter is central to this theme. You get the picture. A “bottom up” writer helps the reader (ahem, down there) get the complete gist of every scene – all the senses (taste, touch, smell, sight, and sound) plus an  etheric sense that the writer has, indeed, accessed the Akashic records and can truly put you there. Some readers love this insanely. A good example of a “bottom up” writer is most certainly John Irving or Pat Conroy.

As writers, however, regardless of being either a top or bottom – we, you, just need to write your story with enough detail that does NOT distract the reader and write ENOUGH to paint the picture fully so the reader can get there. We all just want to get there.

You and I need to, I guess, meet somewhere in the middle. Common ground. Common ground that is grassy – no meadowy – no, a field somewhere in England whose history…

You see…if I can just find that Long Island happy medium.

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Write: Perkinson Post – Elephants, Genies, and Birds

Writers are dreamers.

We waft in and out of the ether of our own consciousness and unconsciousness all the time. Find yourself staring off? Find a character run you over like an elephant while your getting the chicken out of the fridge to thaw? Are you at a stop light and see a bird and wonder, hmmm, what is it doing, right there in the line of my vision? How are birds symbolic for me? A genie would have you rub the writing vessel and tell you that the bird is a sign – an auspicious one – to get you to wake up! Time to pull over and write that great idea on the back of that water bill sitting in the passenger seat. You are leaking all over yourself with good ideas. You will NEVER have the time to write. Here’s a portion of the point; but the ideas will keep coming like the elephant in the room, the bird crossing your vision – dalliances appear like a genie released from a golden urn; however, these are the ones you need to right down, right now.

My writing suggestion for today is this. There is the hackneyed expression: No time like the present. Well, yes. But let’s turn the phrase. The present will give you time; the gift will be the words that are bubbling up from inside of you.

You are the genie and I have three wishes. Your words to appear – today. Your words to be WHO you are. Your words to feel the balm, the magic of how art can get you out of your own chrysallis and emerge with a scepter – triumphant till the next idea happens when you open the fridge or take a trip to the store.

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The Mystic Market

Being a plain Jane has never bothered Deputy Blair Wingfield.  It’s enough that she’s welcome at the local grocery-bar-tackle-shop, The Mystic Market.  Ruggedly beautiful Jackson Hole, Wyoming, is a town from the past on the edge of vast stretches of wilderness, but the present has caught up with a vengeance.

Already embittered by family tragedies, Blair is plunged into anguish and questioning when the local high school’s star forward commits suicide, leaving behind bitter accusations of anti-gay bullying.  The girl’s story galvanizes young attorney Emma Jacobs into leading the charge against the school district’s failure to protect one of its own. 

Beset with personal troubles, stunned at her own soul-searching and caught between the law and politics, Blair tries to find some semblance of calm and control.  But every time she clashes with Emma there is little of either to be found.  Something else entirely wants to grow out of Blair’s uncertainties…

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Sterling Road Blues

Carrie Tomlinson’s life is short on rewards and long on challenges. Even she admits that she’s probably not coping the best she can, but her still grieving heart over the death of her lover only leaves her so much energy for her special needs students and her own self-control. Audra Malone understands Carrie too well, but that doesn’t stop her from hoping that her role as Best Friend will become something more.

Not much changes about life at Sterling Road High School until one of Audra’s students, Elizabeth, decides to tell the school she wants to marry another student, Melissa. Suddenly, what ought to be a simple case of love is the center of attention in Charlottesville, then Virginia. Then everybody has an opinion about who gets to love whom.

While Audra struggles to protect her charges, Carrie likewise tries to climb above a seething flood of Biblical proportions, because it looks like they are all in the hot water together.

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Breaking Spirit Bridge

Fresh out of high school and on a full scholarship to play collegiate basketball at UVA, Piper Leigh Cliff returns to her childhood home in Virginia. Upon her arrival, Piper reconnects to a past she had willfully and willingly long forgotten. Demons still linger in her hometown. Most notably, her grandfather and his friend Clover, who is still fuming mad over an encounter with Piper six years earlier.

Returning to roots that are dark, roots that are secret, and roots that lead to an uncertain future, Piper finds out the past is not the heaviest burden to carry. It is the mind she was born with: a daunting genius bearing down on her that threatens to take everything away, including her life.

This time she’s fighting a battle to hold on to the one thing she’s always counted on: her mind.

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Piper’s Someday

It seemed as though life couldn’t get any worse for feisty, young Piper Leigh Cliff and her three-legged dog, Someday.

After losing her parents and brother in a drunk driving accident, she and her dog are sent to live in what she calls the “grossest looking apartment complex” in Goochland County, Virginia. She’s forced to deal with even more trauma as she’s swept up in a maelstrom that includes her neglectful, verbally abusive grandfather and his cross-eyed lackey friend, Clover – two old rednecks in love with booze, Nascar, and jaunts to the local bar. Left alone to fend for herself, Piper passes the time by shooting basketball, hanging out at her fort, and smoking stolen cigarettes from her grandfather.

Piper’s luck begins to change, however, when two women, a postal worker and a graduate student, move in just three doors down. All three begin to forge a relationship despite her grandfather’s warnings to stay away.

When someone attempts to have his way with Piper, the wheels of fate go into motion, leading everyone to the county pound, juvenile domestic court, and a revelation that will change the course of Piper’s life forever. When her own Amber Alert goes off, Lord knows what will happen next.

Piper and Someday must learn the meaning of survival both with and without each other.  And, along the way, the lessons of shame, guilt, and what it means to be loyal resound in the most unexpected ways.

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Vera’s Still Point

Vera Curran is in love with her own repression.  She’s a forty-year-old Republican gay librarian from a rural county in Virginia who gladly sustains her life by doing the same insipid routine day in and day out.  She wakes up, treks through her “shelving in the 900’s” days, and puts milk bones out for the dog each night before curling up to read a book and watch the world through her window.

Vera hasn’t had sex in years…and has forgotten exactly why. Then out of nowhere there is a new member of the faculty – Frankie Bourdon – an ex-Navy pilot who left the military to teach high school and to try and change the public school’s curriculum by adding homosexual sex education.  Before you know it, the two begin to forge a relationship that begins on a simple sticky note. 

Soon Vera is reminded of exactly what it is that she has been missing in life.

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