Left Field
I can hear you thinking it (yes -- you are loud thinkers), DL's back barely a week and he's already trying to tell us how to write. But that's the thing about writing, it is a very personal process and no one can tell you how to do it. Actually, they can try, but in order for something to work for you -- it has to be internalized and redefined into something you can relate to. That's why it sometimes seems like we are all doing the same thing in much the same way, but reality paints a much different picture.
Today I wanted to describe for you something I do that helps me turn cut-out characters into jump off the page mind-splinters (can't get them out of your head), or livens up a stale plot-line. I call it LEFT FIELD.
What I do is once I've finished defining a character, or a scene, or I'll even do it after I complete the first draft -- I'll sit down in a quiet place with my favorite beverage (usually coffee), and do nothing but think about that certain element, and try to add in totally random thoughts that have absolutely no bearing on anything. I'm talking totally whacko stuff. Where am I pulling these obtuse idea's from? You got it, Left Field. A good portion of the time this turns into an exercise in futility as none of my Left Field idea's spur a creative shift, but the times when it does work are pure gold.
Here's an example of what I'm talking about. The second book I wrote (Mystery/Suspense) has a character in it who originally was a simple taxi-driver, transporting the main characters from point A to point B. I decided I wanted to spice up the presence of some secondary characters, so I brewed me a cup of Folgers and took a seat in a comfortable chair. I thought about Phil (my taxi-driver character) for almost two hours, pulling personality traits out of Left Field to see if any would fit, until and idea popped into my head that at first seemed crazy...but had the uniqueness I was looking for. What if he was a cabbie who was also agoraphobic? You know, people who are afraid to leave their homes. Except that Phil was slowly fighting his way back to normalcy and he was able to get in his car while it was parked in his garage, then drive around town with his taxi serving as his extended home. A taxi-driver who was afraid to get out of his car? Phil went from being a bit player to a significant character overnight and every single person who's read that book (Fallen Knight) have singled out the agoraphobic taxi-driver as one of their favorite characters.
Left Field has served me well in my writing endeavors, both in character development and plot. I'm sure many of you use a technique that's similar, I've just given mine a name. If you've never tried it before, I highly recommend it. Bringing the opposite ends of our imagination together can be a very rewarding experience, if you're open to the results.
The New Me
Hey gang!
Yep, I'm back. Any one miss me? Not only am I back, but I'm surrounded by an entirely new look! www.dlhammons.com is my brand new website, where this blog now resides, and I totally LOVE IT! I won't be able to say THANK YOU enough to Tiana Smith - The Blog Decorator - for what she did for me. It's dark, moody, and just how I want to represent myself as both an adult Mystery/Suspense writer, as well a YA Horror writer.
So, you might be wondering where I stand in my publishing pursuit. I've finished my 3rd novel (MOVING FEAR - YA Horror) and I'll be pitching it to agents at the upcoming DFW Conference. That will be followed by an intense round of querying and we'll see where that leads. Whatever the result, this book will be published one way or the other and if traditional is not where its meant to be, then I'll seek out alternatives.
I'm back for another reason as well...WRiTE CLUB. That's right, its back for a 4th season and submissions will open on Friday, May 2nd.
This is just a brief note to break-in the new site, but you'll be seeing me around a lot more lately. Did I mention how awesome that makes me feel? You may not have missed me, but the 2nd hardest thing about working on my book was being away from here!
So take a look around and let me know what you like and what can be better. I always appreciate feedback.
DL
Yep, I'm back. Any one miss me? Not only am I back, but I'm surrounded by an entirely new look! www.dlhammons.com is my brand new website, where this blog now resides, and I totally LOVE IT! I won't be able to say THANK YOU enough to Tiana Smith - The Blog Decorator - for what she did for me. It's dark, moody, and just how I want to represent myself as both an adult Mystery/Suspense writer, as well a YA Horror writer.
So, you might be wondering where I stand in my publishing pursuit. I've finished my 3rd novel (MOVING FEAR - YA Horror) and I'll be pitching it to agents at the upcoming DFW Conference. That will be followed by an intense round of querying and we'll see where that leads. Whatever the result, this book will be published one way or the other and if traditional is not where its meant to be, then I'll seek out alternatives.
I'm back for another reason as well...WRiTE CLUB. That's right, its back for a 4th season and submissions will open on Friday, May 2nd.
This is just a brief note to break-in the new site, but you'll be seeing me around a lot more lately. Did I mention how awesome that makes me feel? You may not have missed me, but the 2nd hardest thing about working on my book was being away from here!
So take a look around and let me know what you like and what can be better. I always appreciate feedback.
DL
God Bless You
Hey everyone! I’ve missed all of you more than you can imagine, but I can definitely say my blog hiatus has been well worth it. So what brings me back today? Over the last year or so my dad’s health has slowly deteriorated and he finally ran out of fight early in the morning, January 22nd. We held the funeral services this past Monday and I have to say it was wonderful ceremony. My sister-in-law and brother-in-law both stood up to share some beautiful words of remembrance, and I offered a few thoughts myself. I wanted to share them with you here today so you might help me in honoring what was both a wonderful man…and father.
I hope to be back amongst you soon. Until then, be safe and secure.
I want to start off by thanking everyone for coming
out today. I know that Dad…as modest as
he was…would be surprised to see this kind of turn out. For those of you who
don’t know me, I’m one the quiet one in the family - but somehow I keep finding
myself up here. After our mom passed dad
came to me and asked if I wouldn’t mind saying a few words for her at the
funeral. As strong as he was, I guess he
knew he wouldn’t be able to remain composed enough to do it, but somehow he thought
I could. So here we are again, but this
time he’s not around to ask me…but it seems right. Hopefully I won’t disappoint him too much.
What’s been great over the last several days,
especially last night, was hearing all of the stories about dad and how much he
genuinely affected the people he came in contact with. As I listened to everyone, two distinct
themes kept recurring over and over. One
was CARS…and the other was how people’s impression of him changed once they got
to know him better. Dad could be quite
an imposing figure…downright scary when it comes down to it…but all it took was
just a little time with him to discover the teddy bear just below the
surface. Don’t get me wrong…dad could be
dominating force when he needed to be.
As one of three boys growing up…believe me…I can attest to that. But once you got by that gruff exterior you
couldn’t ask for a better brother, father, son, and friend.
I think it was fifteen years ago…Mom and Dad were
living in Georgia at the time…I wrote them both a letter. I sent it for no other reason than to thank
them for being such wonderful parents. I
couldn’t say it to them in person because I knew I would choke and mess up half
of what I was trying to say. You know
what it was? Have you ever had one of
those moments when you figure something out that’s been right there in front of
your face the whole time, but for whatever reason it’s alluded you until it
finally crystalizes in your mind? Something
that makes you go…HUH. I had one of those when I realized that you can’t
really understand your parents until you have children of your own. You get part way there when you get married,
but you don’t really fully appreciate them until you’ve experienced parenthood for
yourself. My wife Kim was expecting our
third child at the time and I was seeing my parents in a whole new light, so I
needed to tell them thank you. At the
same time I was beginning to understand something else about Dad. He had a way of teaching, influencing, giving
direction without you knowing that’s what he was doing. He was the master of subtlety and making you
believe you’ve figured something out for yourself.
Let me give you an example. We’ve already mentioned cars, so let’s use
that. I can remember vividly being with
dad underneath one his cars parked in front of our house in cherry Point. It was cold outside, a light rain was
falling, there were pea-sized gravel boring holes into the back of my head and
I wanted to be anywhere but there. We
were trying to remove a starter or alternator and there was this one obstinate
bolt that was impossible to get to and we couldn’t get a ratchet on it. We worked for hours and hours trying to get
that bolt off…me getting angrier and angrier as time went on…when suddenly it
came loose and the part was free. I
learned two things that day, the first, there was NO WAY I wanted to have
anything to do with repairing cars when I grew up. But the second thing I learned about…without dad
saying a word…was determination.
Tenacity. Sticking with things to
the end. HUH
I also learned from him that sometimes it’s what you
DON’T say that really matters. I can’t
ever recall dad voicing derogatory remarks about anyone. I’m sure he had some…don’t we all…but he mostly
kept them to himself. Sometimes I would even
try to bait him…ask him a leading question about someone I knew was ripe for
ridicule, but he’d just ignore me or change the subject. HUH
He showed me that commitment wasn’t just a goal or
something to strive for. It was a duty. Twenty-four years in the military. Twenty years at AT&T. Married for Fifty years. The man was a constant…for everybody, but he
never once bragged about it or hinted that was what a successful career was all
about. HUH.
I told a story at mom’s funeral about how I came
home from college one day…heartbroken from a breakup with a girl…and poured my
eyes out to mom who just calmly stroked my head and told me everything would be
alright, then after a while she said she needed to go to the grocery store and
she drove to the nearest gas station and poured her eyes out over the phone to dad. What I didn’t say then was that there’s a
part two to that story. It wasn’t much
longer after mom returned that dad showed up at the house. I asked him what he was doing home so early
and he told me that he had this van he had been tinkering around with and since
he heard I was home he’d like to take advantage of that and get me to help him
with it. I said sure…still kind of
numb…so he changed his clothes and we set about tearing into the engine. After a while mom brought us sandwiches and
drinks and we ate in silence. When it turned dark and he brought out the flood
lamps so we could keep going even longer.
We must have worked on that car until past midnight…and you know what…to
this day I have no idea what we did to it.
But during that time dad never said a word about my break up, or asked
me probing questions like “so, how’s everything going?” It wasn’t until years later that I discovered
mom had told him, but that night when I finally climbed into bed, I fell right asleep
and rested peacefully. HUH.
The last few weeks of dad’s life you could tell he
was doing his best to put on a brave face, though he was struggling and deeply
discouraged. We all were doing our best
to encourage him …convince him that all he needed was to have just a couple
good days in a row, that’s all it would take for him to turn the corner and he
would eventually be on his way to coming home again. But we were wrong…and once again dad found a
way to show me what was right. I was
with him that last night. He was having
a relatively peaceful evening. His nurse
and I were reconnecting some leads he had pulled loose in his sleep when suddenly
he sat up in his bed and sneezed hard, four times. Instinctively three words popped into my head
and before I could say them out loud he was gone. Later on I was trying to make sense out of what
had happened…that he could be gone…experiencing a variety of emotions all at
once. Then I thought of how weird it was
he sneezed like that…four times…once for my older brother, once for my younger
brother, once for my little sister, and once for me. And those words that were on the tip of my
tongue that I never got to say…God Bless You.
HUH.
Sometimes we tend to associate meaning to things for
reasons that make no sense, and I may be guilty of that here, but in my mind
dad found a way to put my mind at ease with a little bit of help.
I love you dad…we all do…and we’ll miss you
terribly. Give mom a hug for us.Interview - Crystal Collier
Hey everyone! I've come out of blog-seclusion today for a very special treat because Crystal Collier is in the house talking about the release of her new book MOONLESS!
Welcome to
my humble digital-abode, Crystal. First off, let me put on my charming
host hat ...can I offer you some coffee, a croissant, a piece of cheese?
Thanks so much for having me! (And like I’m
going to say no to cheese!)
Who
can…right? Let’s get right to it shall
we? And you needn’t worry about responding while you’re chewing, I’ll edit that
out in the post process.
Um…okay.
A lot of
aspiring writers find it interesting to peek behind the curtain and see
what other writers processes are like. For instance...are you a pantser
or plotter? Laptop or Desktop? Prefer AM or PM writing
sessions?
I eat cheese, dream strange dreams, then
write. Kidding! Well, partially anyway. My writing originates from “story
dreams,” complete with characters, plot and setting. But like a good movie, you
can only cram so much into a couple hours.
Unless
you’re Peter Jackson, then it might go on forever. How many different revisions did MOONLESS go
through before you felt it was ready?
Wow. Um, we’re talking in the ballpark of
two hundred?
In 2002, MOONLESS bloomed as a novella. It
wrote itself in a matter of days. But then, (as with all first drafts,) it went
straight into the folder labeled “never to see the light of day.” Still, I
loved it, and it kept demanding attention.
In 2006 I sent out a couple queries, just
for fun, and the response was awesome. Agents loved my concept. The writing? Not
so much. A very kind agent friend gave me some pointers and set me free.
Fast forward several years. I hosted a major
beta reading (30+ readers) and people actually liked my writing! They liked the
story! They wanted me to publish it!
*gulp*
Welcome back to querying, and the revisions
of madness.
You also
operate a pretty successful blog. Do you find it a help or hindrance after
publication?
I might be (AM) addicted to blogging. 60% of what I know about writing came
from the blogosphere—so while I won’t call it a hindrance, I do struggle to
find the balance between writing, revisions, hanging with my bloggies, and
other promotions.
What would
you say was your biggest setback along this path to publication? How did
you overcome it?
Kids. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
What's on
the horizon for you?
MOONLESS is the first book in a tri-series.
That’s right, TRI-series. (Major plotting here.) With ten books (and three
separate protagonists) in varying stages of completion, the real question is,
how quickly should I publish them?
I want to thank Crystal for taking the time to drop by and answer a few questions for us. Below is a listing of the remaining stops on Crystal's blog tour, as well as an all-important Rafflecopter. Above all else, check out MOONLESS...you won't be sorry!
November 14
Libby Heily: Author
Interview & Excerpt #3
Cathrina Constantine: Excerpt #4
T.W. Fendley:
Author Interview About my Current Work
DL Hammons: Author Interview
November 15
Ashley Chappell: Top Ten Fantasy Novels that
Inspired Crystal
Laura Clipson: Character Interview with Kiren
Kimberly @ Meetings with my Muse: Top Ten Ways
to Send a Boy Running
Robyn Campbell: Review
& Author Interview
November 18
Laurel Garver: How Crystal develops Characters
Gwen Gardner: Truth or Lie
Carrie Butler: Truth or Lie
Natalie Aguirre: Author Interview
& Giveaway
November 19
Christine Rains: Excerpt #4
Mary Waibel: Character Interview
with Kiren
Bethany Kaczmarek: Character
Interview with Miles
November 20
Scribbleweed: Showing VS Telling
Ellie Garratt: Character Interview with Kiren
Aldrea Alien: Top Ten Reasons to Eat Cheese
November 21
Meradeth Houston: Character Interview with Kiren
Mary Pax: Guest Post
C. Lee McKenzie: Truth or Lie
Ashley
Nixon: Excerpt #6
November 22
Elizabeth Seckman: Truth or Lie
Melanie Crouse: Review
Medeia Sharif: Excerpt #5
Nicole Zoltack: Truth or Lie
November 23
Jessie Harrell: Excerpt #6
Hart Johnson: The Naked Cheese
November 24
TC Mckee: Review
November 25
Michelle Wallace: Excerpt #2
Clare Dugmore: Excerpt #7 &
Truth or Lie
November 26
Elise Fallson: Excerpt #7
Larissa Hardesty: Top Ten—You Know
You Live in Florida When
November 27
Julie Musil: Author Interview
November 28
Suzanne Furness: Excerpt #8
Sharon Johnston: Review
November 29
Julie Flanders: Excerpt #5
Misha Gericke: Where Moonless Came
From
November 30
Sherry Auger: Review
Chrys Fey: Excerpt #8WRiTE CLUB 2013 – Wrap Up
I’d love
to report that the third year of WRiTE
CLUB was another rousing success, but that would be only partially
true. Although I believe everyone agrees
that the level of competition was definitely higher this
year, the number of people who participated didn’t reflect that. There were a number of changes to the contest
that could have influenced involvement, combined with the fact that I was
unable to spend as much time promoting the contest on Twitter and Facebook, but
it is what it is. Here are some numbers:
Average
number of votes during the preliminary rounds over the last three years:
2011
= 32.75
2012
= 63.75
2013
= 46.12
The
number of people voting can be deceiving, so I looked into site hits during
comparable times and those were down 15% in 2013 as well.
Obviously
my plan to offer a random draw gift certificate to anyone who voted didn’t do
much to drive up participation, but you’ll never know success unless you
experiment every now and then. During
the preliminary rounds we had 98 different people cast at least one vote. Round one of the play-offs saw that number
cut in half to 49. Round two dropped
even further to 38, and then the quarterfinals and semi-finals came in at 37 and
35 respectively. Unfortunately, 36 voters
failed to sign up on the Linky List, rendering them null & void. Overall, there were 1178 name/vote
combinations thrown into the proverbial hat for the gift certificate drawing.
*Note – Because they were celebrity judges I excluded
Tiana Smith and Alex J. Cavanaugh from the contest. Sorry guys.
The
random number generator spit out the number 735, which it turns out was associated
with the name R.T.Freeman. Congratulations on
winning the $75 Amazon gift card!
As I
close things out this year, I must let you know that the future of WRiTE CLUB is tenuous. Most of you are aware that I’m shutting down
my blog to concentrate on writing and publishing pursuits and my return date is
open-ended based upon the outcome of those efforts. There is a chance I won’t be around when WRiTE CLUB is due to return in 2014…but
I remain optimistic. Keep your fingers
crossed!
Hope to
see you again next year!






