Friday, April 29, 2011

Hanami in Pictures

Well, it's that time of year again.

HANAMI!!!

Hanami literally means "flowers look". It's a type of party that happens here in the spring during cherry blossom season.

Two years in a row, I went up to Hirosaki Castle Park to have a hanami with friends. Hirosaki Castle Park is one of the 3 most famous places in Japan for Hanami. It's about 2 hours North of where I live.

This is the actual castle. I've never been inside...



...because of this line.


Lots of people dress to impress for hanami in the big parks.


An important part of hanami is the liquor. (Yes, they've got a plastic bag tied around dude's neck. lol)


Getting drunk is sport of Olympic proportions in this country. And there isn't really a stigma attached :)


And then of course there's the food- one of the biggest reasons I love festivals in Japan. These are called dango- they're made from rice. (99.9% of Japanese food is made from rice, soy or fish.)


Of course, the best part is the cherry blossoms themselves.


Aren't they gorgeous?


Especially next to the water.


And their sheer numbers are mind-boggling.


I'm not that much for nature, but I can't help but smile when the trees match my sweater.


My neighbours and I are hosting a hanami tomorrow. Thanks to the two cold snaps recently, the cherry blossoms are 2 weeks overdue, and there is only when blooming tree in town. Oh well, thought that counts, right? lol

Also it's Golden Week. Today (Fri) is a holiday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are holidays. They owed me a comp for working last Sunday, so I took Monday off, and I took a vacation day next Friday. My next day of work is Monday, May 9th. And that, my friends, is why Japan is hawt!!!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Winner, Review, Giveaway 17

(I've just thought that I should number these. Might make my life easier...)

The winner of Giveaway number 16

a copy of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

is...

Sidrah!!!

Congrats! I loved your response to the question too :)

Today up for grabs is:

Serving Crazy with Curry by Amulya Malladi

A couple weeks ago, I stumbled onto the Colourful Chick Lit challenge on Goodreads. Man, am I glad I did. I've been to Black Atlanta, and the Philippines, and SERVING CRAZY WITH CURRY took me to Indian America.

First, the title. I picked this book out of the list purely on the title. Apart from being awesome, it's actually very representative of the book. Devi attempts suicide, only to be saved by her mother. As she recovers she stops talking. To replace her voice and drown out her thoughts, she starts cooking up a storm every day.

Because Devi isn't talking, we must wait and discover things with the family as the real story of what happened unfolds. But the story isn't only about Devi. There are two failing marriages, women struggling to uphold or rebel against Indian culture, people struggling to reconcile the Indian bits of themselves with the American bits.

One drawback: sometimes the head-hopping happened and you didn't know and you were left wondering why one character knew something she shouldn't. But the wonderfully written Indian-based food more than makes up for it. Don't read on an empty stomach!

The rules:
Answer this: If you couldn't talk (or write), what hobby would you take up to express yourself?
Comment before next Wednesday May 4th 11.59 pm EST
You must be a follower to win. (Remember next week is the first of the month and open to everyone.)

Good luck!

(PS, Remember how I'm supposed to be staying away from Amazon? Well somehow I ended up in the free Kindle books. They're free, so I'm not technically breaking the ban? Thank God they're free. I have 52 new books on my Kindle! I'm going to be reading classics for the next decade!)

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Writing the Other

Almost every week, I come across a blog post or an article requesting more stories starring Blacks, Asians, Gays (or anyone else in the LGBTQ group), fat people, developmentally-challenged etc, etc. (For the purpose of making both our lives easier, I'll call these populations The Other from here on.)

But before you rush out and do the noble thing of writing about one of the populations, let me tell you something that every Black, Asian, Gay, fat person, etc, and all their friends know. There really is no worse disservice to these populations than a stereotypical character.



I don't profess to be an expert. I don't think that, because I'm black, I have more knowledge on this topic than anyone else. But I am innanely fascinated by the way people work, so I'd like to give you a few things to consider.

1. The Other is not just The Norm, but with a twist.

A few weeks ago, I read a blog which referenced a post on writing LGBTQ characters. One of the schools of thought was that these characters should be written "just like any other character, but gay". I agree with the blogger that this is entirely not true.

The Other is always different, as long as they live in a society where The Norm is revered/more accepted. A character is not totally unaffected by the fact that she is fat. If there's a beach party, she will probably be more reluctant to come out in a bikini. I remembered thinking about this recently, as I re-watched Dawson's creek. Joey was in a bikini every episode. A fat character would never do that. Growing up on a coast/creek/lake or in a community where everyone has a pool must be a nightmare for fat teens. (Little kids care a lot less.)

2. What it means when The Other acts like the Norm

Maybe you know someone who doesn't act like The Other; doesn't seem to have the same hangups of people in their group.

If you want to write characters like this, you need to know why they act like The Norm, and to understand what it means to them to act that way. Is your Black character not like other Black characters because, like me, she grew up in a non-stereotypical Black community, where she had Black role models and access to education?

If your fat character puts on a bikini, it means something different than when a 90 pound character does. Maybe she's supremely confident and self-assured. Maybe she's tired of being bothered about what other people think.

3. How does The Other react when in a situation where The Norm is King

Things don't go as right for The Other as they do for The Norm. The Other is often discriminated against. We're used to the 'big discrimination': not getting jobs, not getting promotion, not being picked for teams/clubs in school. But The Others can also experience small acts of discrimination. People don't smile at them as much. Fewer people want to be their (girl/boy)friends.

People react to the discrimination (real or perceived) in different ways.

There are some people who take it as a personal affront and blame everything that goes wrong on it. ("It's because I'm Black, ain't it?)

Others refuse to fit the stereotype. They aspire to reach all the places they're not supposed to.

Others ignore the expectations.

4. How do The Other's micro-society's standards fit with those of the society at large

This is a big consideration for people who grow up in Jewish, Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Indian, etc, families. They may be expected to get all A's at school, whereas their friends are allowed to just pass the classes. They may be expected to have an arranged marriage, while their friends get to choose their partners. The may be expected to marry their first SO, while friends can date casually.

Some people deal with this like it's just a fact of life. For others, it's a severe trial.

5. New-found Other status

Life is also significantly different for those who grew up in a situation where they were not a minority.

What's life like for a recent immigrant? Who must suddenly deal with getting strange looks and people who ridicule their customs or insult them? What's it like growing up in one of the niches of America where minorities aren't minorities (San Francisco, Atlanta) and then moving to somewhere else?

These are just a few of the things that pop into my mind on this topic. If you're going to be bold enough to write an Other character, be sure to consider all the ways in which being an Other may affect him or her, and, just as importantly, how it doesn't. Think it through. Do your research. Find an Other (or, in the case of some developmental-disabilities, someone close to an Other) and talk to them. Ideally, let them read your work and give you feedback.

(Hilarious blooper. "I don't think that, because I'm black..." originally read, "I don't think because I'm black" Thank God for proofreading! lol. I know some black people who would so not have not been thrilled with me.)

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Happy in the new new millenium

This post is a continuation of last week's, HAPPY music.

HAPPY, Ashanti, 2001.


HAPPY, Ayiesha Wood, 2006.


HAPPY? Mudvayne, 2005. (explicit)


HAPPY, Jenny Lewis, 2006.


HAPPY, Saving Jane, 2006.


HAPPY, Hilary Duff, 2007.


HAPPY, Natasha Bedingfield, 2007.


HAPPY, Liz Mcclarnon, 2007.




HAPPY, Leona Lewis, 2009.


Even the Japanese got involved.
HAPPY, Koharu Kusumi, 2006.


HAPPY, Bump of Chicken, April 14, 2010.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Where's the love?

I'm sick. Not dying or anything. But the cold is doing it's best to make my life (and my breathing) difficult.

Even though I'm sick enough to warrant the mask (Japanese people wear it from the first signs of sickness, I don't nother unless I'm sneezing, or coughing a lot or have a sore throat) I went to work yesterday (yes, Sunday). There were demo-classes that the parents could watch, a PTA meeting, and a drinking party with the PTA. So I didn't get home til after 9. Did I mention it was Sunday?



So, all my teachers are off as a comp day, but I have a meeting in the office. But I could probably get around that, if I really wanted to. I guess I'm at work because I don't mind. Because I actually love my job.

I mean I've been doing it for 3 years- and that's like a millennium for me. Also, my job neccesitates being on the other side of the world from the grand majority of important people and things in my life. If I didn't love it, I wouldn't still be here. Because I love it, it's easy. Or at worse, doable.

Even in October, when I work every weekend and 2 weeks of late nights. Even when I have to spend a small fortune in drinking parties during the graduation-teacher transfer season. Even when the teachers and supervisors spring stuff on me at the last half a nanosecond.

It's easier when you love it.

Same applies to our work as writers. Writing novels is a long process. Drafting, critiquing, planning, revising/editing, submitting, more revising/editing, etc. It's a long long loooooong road.

There will be times when you work every day, weekends included. There will be late nights. There will be days you'd rather be with family and friends. And your writing addiction will eat money. For one reason or another.

The writer's life is a life of sacrifice.

But if you love something, it's worth it.

That's not to say there won't be hard days. But when they come, take a break or do something fun or take a deep breath.

Then remind yourself:

I love this job!

Friday, April 22, 2011

Winner, Review, Giveaway

The winner of last week's craft package giveaway

of a copy of WRITING FOR DUMMIES

and a copy of WRITING & SELLING THE YA NOVEL is...

Natasha M. Heck!!!

Congrats Natasha! Email me - muchlanguage (at) gmail (dot) com, with your address.

Today's review:


I started this book at 7.30 am, while waiting on the bus to Tiny School. I went to school, taught, got a cold, took medicine, slept, went to movie night with my friends, and still, the book was such a page-turner that I was wrapping it up at midnight.

In an attempt for the review not to be a total fan-girl gush, I'm going to review it in music!

One of the coolest things about the story is that it takes place over one night only. (Jennifer Hudson)


Another thing is the representation of gays in the novel. I am not a champion for a gay rights by any stretch of the imagination, but I hate feeling like every "issue" person in novels has to be struggling with that issue. All Blacks are in turmoil over the fact that they're black. All Asians are struggling with being Asian. Gays are fighting not to be gay or to be accepted. You can't just be Black/Asian/Gay and cool with it. You can't just be like, "This is who I am!" (Jessica Andrews)


Music is so interwoven with this story that it's a theme, a setting, almost a character. The two main characters meet on account of music, and they have music in common. (Rihanna)


Both Nick and Norah's ex's have roles to play in the tale. And both their previous relationships were dysfunctional for different reasons. And both Nick and Norah struggle to come to terms with that.


A personal pet peeve of mine is the prevalence of books which deal with topics through the same lens as the topic. The language of a love story must be beautiful. If a story is about death, it has to be a tearjerker. But this novel is set in the punk-rock/queer core NYC music scene- not exactly a setting that makes you think of wedding marches and honeymoons. I love the juxtaposition of these two things, because you don't have to be a sappy, romantic (like me- lol) to fall in love. Sad stories happen in happy places and vice versa. It's like Singing in the Rain. (Gene Kelly.)


This weeks rules:
Open til 11.59 EST
Open internationally
To win, tell me, what single night (or day) most changed your life?

Good luck!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

First draft journey

In this week's giveaway, I asked about your creative paradigm. Since we're on the subject I thought I'd tell you a little about mine.

SPARK
The first thing that happens is that something comes to me, knocks on the door of my imagination and has a hissy fit in a high pitched voice:

"We wants to be writed. Now. Last week."

I'm not the type that has to go looking for ideas. In fact, I have a word document (Novel Concepts) that is pretty much all titles and/or 2 or 3 line summaries of ideas.

BRAINSTORMING
I'm not a plotter, but I'm not as hardcore a pantser as I could be.I think of my paradigm of an asymptote- I'll probably continue to get closer and closer to how plotters function, but I'll never really be a plotter.

In my brainstorming stage, I roll over the characters and plot in my mind. One of the things I hear about my writing is that my characters feel real. I think it's because they live in my head so long before I write anything. They're like my friends because I know them. (Sadly the brainstorming thing doesn't seem to have much of an effect on plot. I'm working on it.)

READY. SET. GO.
I've completed 3 manuscripts. They've all been for nanowrimo. Seems I can't write a novel unless I go out in a blaze of guns and glory. The process of actually getting my story down on paper (or on hard drive, really) is all about flying through it as fast as life (and my fingers) will allow.

So that's my first draft journey. The things that come out well in my first draft are voice (I get lots of compliments on it) and character. According to both critiquers and my own opinion, the thing I need to work on most is plot. I think I only do settings well when I make them up. My hooks aren't all that hooky. And I'm working on making my theme's less like Slughorn's memories (screamy and overpowering).

Btw, I've started on the earthquake novel. Cranked out 3,000 words yesterday and it's barely 2 hours in!