The first time I heard those words I was in ninth grade. As you may or may not remember, I spoke at length and rather highly about Mr. Bowne. Turns out, he was the one speaking. Show me, don’t tell me. If that’s not obvious enough, it means let the writing and description fill the gaps in the mental image. Paint the reader a picture. Don’t tell them. Telling is just facts on a sheet with no life. Twelve years later, I still struggle with this concept.
Surprise, review’s still up on Saturday. Wooh!
Today we have something special. A pre-release review of Ingenious: The Trust Story of Invention, Automotive Daring, and the Race to Revive America by Jason Fagone. It comes out on November 5th.
Let’s be clear, I have no idea why I picked this book up. Seriously… It’s not my style. I can’t tell a Honda from Nissan. My girlfriend has to tell me her car was a Nissan after having driven it for three years, I hadn’t noticed the letters NISSAN emboldened on the steering wheel. But, cars aren’t really the point of Ingenious. The heart of Ingenious lies in the vision of cast of eclectic characters who share the same vision, chase after the X Prize and build a car that can go a hundred miles on a gallon.
Writing is an interesting process. As a habit, I tend to think of novels as the primary form within which I chose to work. That said, I’ve written quite a few short stories, one of which I submitted to the SixFold contest for the winter publication. Since that deadline already passed and it’s still open, I can’t tell you what I submitted till I’ve either been kicked out or the results are announced. My submission sparked a conversation with a friend where we discussed how ideas often circulate through different stories.
I missed last week. My apologies. In my defense, I spent most of that time getting acclimated to a new job and finalizing revisions on the Tears of the Phoenix. I rewrote three chapters from scratch, totaling over 10K words, so maybe the sacrifice was worth it. Though, I felt the pull of just letting this start to slide with minor excuses. But I didn’t and so, here I am again.
With November fast approaching, National Novel Writing Month approaches. I mentioned that in my last post, because I feel that NaNoWriMo represents an important faction of culture, driving people to write, who might otherwise stay silent. I’ve only ever succeeded once. More often, I fall short. One year, I thought the goal was only 40K and so aimed for that. The good news is I reached 40K, the bad news is I failed NaNoWriMo.