Thursday, February 24, 2011

Adventures in Country Living: Winter Garden



So I know that Spring is blooming up all over. Conversation hearts are making way for Cadbury eggs on store shelves, people are sneezing like crazy (my husband included) and replacing our snow boots with flip flops by the front door has me excited for warmer days. But while California flatlanders (yes, ya'll are called that by people who live in the mountains-- particularily while driving :D) are seeing green things out their windows, we're staring at over a foot of snow and our cars are in desperate need of a washing. If only it were that time of year when we could actually hook a hose up to a water spicket. But anywho...back to spring.

While my yard is a jumble of mud and snow and kids who are covered in, well, mud and snow, I know my summer garden is a long way off. But that only means there's still time to enjoy the winter garden. This is where a greenhouse comes in really handy.

If you're now thinking, "But I don't have a greenhouse."
I'm here to tell you, "Never fear, cuz I don't either."

What I do have, is a simple garden bed built out of 2x4's that's covered with a hinged lid of plastic that surprisingly enough, can handle quite a heavy snow load. Also, it helps to be married to Mr. Handyman *grin*

He built this box for me (upon request...there may have been a little batting of the lashes) and since then, every winter, regardless if there is a storm raging outside, I can brave the snow, pry open that hefty lid and (drum roll please)...Lettuce! Now, they're not huge leaves, granted, but they are tender and just enough to get us by through winter.

I have all kinds. My favorite is the mesclun mix, sort of like the dainty green and purple mixture you see in those plastic boxes at the grocery store. Except this lettuce is never dark and slimy (you know what I'm talking about) because it's picked fresh every time we need it. It stores really nicely in the salad spinner in the fridge and is always on hand for sandwiches and little salads. Come spring, however, I'll be up to my eyeballs in lettuce and my family will not only consume a large salad every single day, but I just might be hunting you down with a bag of lettuce, pleading for you to take some off my hands. Warm weather really works wonders. Do you like my picture? That's my greenhouse...it's puurrty.

Having a winter garden is incredibly easy. The boxes are so simple to build and if you don't live where you get snow, you probably don't even need a box. Just a sunny corner of your yard were you can sow a winter variety of lettuce, spinach, chard and cabbages. And that's only to name a few. There is a surprising number of winter hardy vegetables and the color and freshness are just the ticket for warming the soul as it awaits spring's arrival.

Happy Homesteading!

Monday, February 14, 2011

When Characters Get Distracted

I recently razzed my friend while critiquing her manuscript. During a crucial "the sky is falling" kind of scene, her heroine had a thought that was completely off topic from the urgency at hand. I made a joke in the comment section, "Don't let her get distracted."

About a week or so later, I was editing a manuscript of mine that I hadn't touched in a few months (fresh eyes are always good, right?) As I was working my way through it, dusting away cobwebs, I kept finding instances where I let my characters get distracted. It's such an easy mistake to make. As writers, we are often focused on describing a setting in such detail, we forget that in some instances...no one really cares! Sometimes it just doesn't match the emotion of the scene.

I was editing my way through a crucial--heart wrenching--life altering--world shattering moment, when suddenly, my protagonist noticed a bucket of water in the corner and the line said, "He watched it, suddenly curious why he hadn't noticed it before."

WHAT?! Is he seriously thinking about how he never noticed the dumb bucket right now? I wanted to smack him. Here, O observant one, have a boy scouts badge. I couldn't believe I kept letting my characters get distracted. There I sat, tears forming in my eyes, and the moron was staring into space. Fabulous.

But I had to admit, it wasn't his fault. I'm the one who gave him the thought. Poor guy, I felt bad for being hard on him.

It's never intentional. We don't mean to have our characters throw themselves out of the scene. It's not like they get a text come in or something and say "hold on. I need to answer this." Really, it's just author error. We think we are setting the stage or offering up an interesting piece of information, but unless it pushes the story forward or offers the reader an interesting morsel to ponder, it's just taking up valuable real estate.

In a sense, its almost like a POV (point of view) violation. Of course its not technically head hopping, but is the character seeing that bucket in his moment of deep despair, or is the author jumping up and down, waving her arms, pointing at the stupid bucket and shouting, "Look, reader. I'm so clever! Do you like my carefully placed bucket? Isn't it interesting?!"

Oh, dear. We've got an author on the loose who doesn't know how to keep her thoughts to herself.

Its called author intrusion and it's VERY easy to do. We love to think our characters are beautiful, or handsome or really smart when truthfully, it can only come across if it's seen through the POV character's eyes. It has to be natural. It has to be organic. Otherwise the reader will notice. They're very bright people.


If you're in the villains head, he probably wouldn't be noticing that the wildflowers are in bloom or the softness of the breeze through his dark, greasy hair. He wouldn't think his laugh was sinister. He wouldn't think his thoughts were evil. And he certainly wouldn't think your Hero is debonair. Yikes. Major author intrusion ;)

Photo credit: The Princess Bride, 1987

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Mountains and Flowers


I'm in the middle of a long journey. And I've felt stuck in the middle of this long journey for a very...long time. I wanted to share a conversation with God I had in my heart. A conversation that was way overdue.

"What are you doing?"
"Is that you, God?"
"It's me."
Grunting. "Grrr. God, I'm stuck on this mountain."
"I see that."
"No, I don't think you get it. It's a really sticky mountain! Why did you make it so sticky?"
"I didn't make it sticky."
"But its covered in tar."
"Think back to who covered it in tar."
Hangs head. "I think I did."
"I watched you do it, my child."
"Why didn't you stop me."
"You seemed pretty determined to cover that mountain. Did you think it would go away?"
Blushes. "I thought maybe it would help me get over it. The last mountain was too slippery. I kept falling."
Chuckles. "I remember that mountain."
"And do you remember the one before that?"
"The brick mountain. How could I forget? You kept banging your head against it."
Rubs head. "Yeah, it really hurt."
"Why did you do it, then?"
"Because it wouldn't move."
"You want these mountains to move, don't you?"
Plunks down in the grass. "Yes. I don't like these mountains."
"I can tell."
"They're really frustrating. And, God, I pray that you will make them move and you don't."
"That's because I don't want to move the mountain."
"But...why?"
"Because I think there is a lesson to be learned at the bottom."
Grumbles. "I figured you would say that. What if I'm tired of learning lessons?"
Wipes tar from my cheek. "You're tired because you keep wearing yourself out."
"So what do I do?"
Sits down beside me. "I want you to be thankful."
"For the mountain?"
"Yes. And for the time that you've been given. Its precious time."
"But I don't know how to be thankful for that." Points at mountain.
"Have you ever considered planting flowers?"
"Flowers would be easier than tar."
Chuckles. "They would be a lot easier than tar. I don't think the tar makes you happy."
Shakes head. "The bricks don't either."
"So plant flowers. This mountain is not going to be moving just yet."
"But it will someday?"
"It will."
"Are we going over it or under it? Or maybe we are going around it. Can you tell me?"
"Not right now."
"Then....can you at least tell me what is on the other side?"
Squeezes my hand.
"You're not going to tell me, are you?"
Shakes head.
Sigh. "Fair enough."
"Do you believe that I have good things in store for you?"
"I do."
"Do you really?"
"Er...most of the time."
Smiles.
Hangs head. "You always lead me in the right direction, no matter how much I worry."
"But you worry anyway."
"I can't help it."
Hands me a trowel. "Yes you can."
"So you really want me to plant flowers at the bottom of this thing, don't you?"
"It would make the waiting easier."
Takes the trowel. "It would."
"You always try and scramble over these mountains. And you beg them to move. You kicked the last one."
"I think I broke my toe."
Smiles. "Did it make you feel better?"
"No."
"Did it make the mountain move?" Pulls out a flower.
"No."
"Then here. Make the best of your time while I'm working on the mountain."


Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. Phil 4:5-7