Sing, baby, sing

We've been discussing "voice" in my editing class at KSU, and how it is the editor's responsibility to make sure that the editing stays true to it. But what is voice? It seems to me to be one of those "I know it when I see it" things--like pornography.

There are some books that I just "get." And I think it's because I can really hear their voice. Even if that voice isn't like mine, there is something that gives a cohesive whole to their work. For instance, right now, I'm reading Shakespeare Wars: Clashing Scholars, Public Fiascos and Palace Coups. It's a fun read, even if, when seen in public reading it, you might as well be wearing a sign that says "Literature Geek. Will work for Reads." The author has a really strong voice--definite sentence structure, word choice, the way he quotes people he has interviewed. In fact, although I haven't read the entire book yet, the only complaint I have with the book is the fact that his voice could have used some editorial-reining-in. He loves to write with sentence fragments. And I'm o.k. with that. Really. But sometimes he does it so much that you have no idea what the subject is any more. Where's that antecedent? Really, where?

When I received my first paper back in my editing class, the major comment that my professor wrote was "I would have liked to see more of YOU in the paper," which was really funny, because I'm in a class, in a degree program. When I was writing it I was worried that I was writing it like a feature story, that maybe it should have been more academic. And we all know that you are supposed hide yourself as the author when you are writing academically. All that "research was performed" etc. When I'm forced to write academically, I'm always pushing to just say "I read." "I think."

Oh, for a happy medium.

Time to Celebrate

I realized lately that I use this blog to whine about mental blocks to my creative efforts and I rarely use it to celebrate when I have been able to climb over those mental blocks. So today, I am going to use my blog to celebrate, and also to muse about why I don't do that more often.

Lately, I have had several successes. I have finished several assigned articles for a magazine. I have conducted an interview with the editor-in-chief of an academic journal and written a paper on that information. I feel really good about that paper, too. I've gotten my resume together too, and actually submitted it for a job! (Thanks for the help, Jessica.)

My friend Lou often tells me that I am incredibly self-critical. I know I am. And I think that there is a big connection between that self-criticism and those mental blocks that interfere with my creativity.

Luckily, I have been able lately to feel good about my work/accomplish my work/do more work.

How do I keep the flow coming? That is a trick to figure out.

The 2,996 Project, In honor of Lt. Michael Quilty

So I'm sitting here in a public restaurant and I'm crying.

I am attempting to find the appropriate words to honor Lt. Michael Quilty, a New York City firefighter who died 5 years ago today, on the day that changed the world.

Michael Thomas Quilty was a 20 year and 6 day veteran of the NY City Fire Department. Most of his career had been spent with Engine 282, and Ladder 148 in Brooklyn. He had been promoted to lieutenant in 1999, and served wherever he was needed. He had spent only a year at Ladder 11 when he died at the World Trade Center.

I am sending my prayers to God and my thoughts and best wishes to his family, wife Susan, son Daniel and daughter Kerry.

Since its inception in 1999, the Uniformed Fire Officers Association (UFOA) has awarded fifty-seven (57) scholarships to the children of their fallen brothers. The scholarship award is $4,000 for the first year of school followed by $2,000 for the remaining 3 years of undergraduate study for a total scholarship of $10,000. Daniel Quilty was awarded a scholarship in 2004/2005, and Kerry was just awarded one. I'm so sorry that you were eligible for the scholarship, but I feel sure that your dad would have been proud.

Mike, as he was known, was an avid sportsman. He scuba-dived with his son Daniel and coached his daughter Kerry's soccer team. He was a life-long resident of Staten Island and a member of St. Teresa's Roman Catholic Church, Castleton Corners, Staten Island, New York. You can read more about his life here.

I lack the eloquence to do justice to Lt. Quilty. I hope I honor him with what I've attempted to do here.

Rory Stewart

I tried to post yesterday, but as I the server seemed to go down just as I hit "post" and all those beautiful words went "bye-bye." Oh well. I was probably gushing anyway. I had started with the words "I have a new hero."

I was flipping channels yesterday when I ran across Rory Stewart speaking about his new book on CSpan2/Book TV. The Places in Between is the story of his 600 mile walk across Afghanistan.

I find the fact that he has walked across Afghanistan fascinating enough, but combine that with the fact that he is a British diplomat and has had postings in both Kosovo and Iraq, and more importantly, is one of the most cogent speakers on the Iraqi situation that I have ever heard speak, and I tell you, I think he's one of the most admirable people that I've run across in a long time.

Granted, I've not actually read his book (yet). He may be a crackpot. But he really didn't seem that way when speaking. I admire someone who can operate in diplomatic circles, then shuck his suit and tie and go adventuring.

To me, it seems that he has both intelligence and a creative spirit. And, having written two books, he obviously has good butt-time skills. I admire that too.

(P.S. For those who don't know the "butt-time" reference, I picked it up from Patricia Sprinkle, a Georgia mystery novelist. She says the one most important skill that writers need it the ability to do "butt-time"--the ability to keep your bottom in the chair long enough to get your book written. It's a skill I admire, because it doesn't come easily to me.)