Sunday, July 26, 2015

ORAL TRADITION RENEWED--WITH ONE CATCH










Attending live readings of books and/or poetry here on Cape Cod brings me back to the days when adults were able to sit still and listen for more than fifteen minutes. Last night when I went to a similar event in Brewster to deliver a reading, I re-discovered why that evening worked whereas other readings seldom do.

Delivery: any comedian will tell you the material has to be good, the timing better. Having coached students and business people on how to do presentations, I learned that preparation means not only practicing your copy in order to give oneself moments to make eye contact with the audience and to project the voice, but also how to perform. Whenever I've seen stories spoken by Native Americans in person or on the screen, I've been struck by the storyteller's cadence, mesmerized by their voice, their rhythm; their eyes.

The Greek poet, Homer, wrote his verse, The Iliad and The Odyssey, to be spoken, as were, centuries later, Shakespeare's plays. What did these performers have in common with past and present Native American storytellers? They expressed words as if they were using their voices to paint a canvas. They chose to be heard and seen.

In the setting of an intimate reading, however, some poets and writers don't feel obligated to "sing" their poetry or perform passages from books--a mistake.

Being a film fan, I've often been asked why more accomplished actors have come from England, and more recently Australia, than in the U.S. I respond the performers have been trained in the oral tradition, whether it be theatre, more often than not, or schools where the actors had to deliver speeches in class from a very early age or drama clubs. Even some of our country's acclaimed actors: Meryl Streep, Denzel Washington, Tom Hanks, Robin Williams, etc. started their careers in acting schools, theatre or improv. When I've heard these actors perform dialogue, I've never thought to myself: I wish he or she would speak more clearly. Or, they're saying the words but nothing comes out. My latter point being, speaking the written word cannot be equated with performing it.
On the Pulse of the Morning, at former President Bill Clinton's inaugural, she left her audience breathless. An actress, poet and writer, Angelou knew her audience. She showed when done with passion, reading a poem aloud will get listeners' attention.

Poets write for themselves; they share with the world their inner hearts and thoughts. Writers often also bare their souls as well as entertain. In a public forum, we mustn't forget an audience wants to listen, though only if we go beyond the paper and speak images. Animation or drama in the register of the voice or the expression of the eyes brings the audience into the picture.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

BIRDS & A FEATHER: INSIDE THIS AUTHOR'S HEAD

 
Copyright 2015 Wendy Shreve
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In my Shadowwater series, land and seabirds play a central role in the books. Yes, I love birds and like other nature admirers I think "Ahhh..." when I see a mother barn swallow feeding her young (video above). Yet, how often does the average bird-observer stop to watch the many battles which ensue between similar and disparate avian species?

When I find a feather on the ground, I not only ask myself from which bird did the feather fall but also, why? Often I can't answer the second question unless I've seen the action myself. The confrontations, particularly between smaller birds and larger ones, fascinate, to the point where I'll be that passenger in a car who'd yell,"Did you see that?" I'll have seen two or more sparrows chasing off a crow, e.g. Friends say that with my eagle eyes, forgive the unintentional alliterative pun, I can spot and identify several species within seconds of espying them at long distances. 

I've kept a secret well-hidden until today: I'm not an amateur or professional bird watcher. Don't wish to be. Others may savor walking around our tick-infested woods, binoculars slung around their necks and ears on the ready to hear a distinctive, high-pitched bird song. Aural identification will never be a preference. And binocular technique is for quickdraws.

No, whether sitting on a bench or running neighborhood errands I use built-in long distance vision, a.k.a. my eyes. In my books, many avian events either in descriptive narrative or discussed by characters are based on empirical observation. Of course, imagination comes into play when writing certain scenes--the paranormal element can go either way--but I try to stay as authentic as possible, including the disturbing moment I recounted in last week's post. I had actually seen the crow's brutal death and received corroboration via phone from a friend who looked up the raptor to confirm its identity. Then, I remind myself I write preternatural fiction.

When you watch a seagull hovering over a bay because it has noticed a tiny ripple on the surface, a sign dinner may be ready to be plucked, think about the drama that's about to play out; put yourself in the role of the predator and/or the prey. And if you find a feather on the ground, don't assume the bird has shed the feather--for a writer that quill becomes the instrument to a world of possibilities.


Others had their eyes on the whale ( I do love Humpbacks)
but I couldn't ignore the seagull feeding frenzy.
{Copyright 2015 Wendy Shreve}



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Saturday, July 11, 2015

EXCLUSIVE: Excerpt from DARK SEA, Shadowwater II

The following provides clues to my third book in the Shadowwater series (draft in process):

(Photo: Wendy Shreve)

"He couldn’t see through the foggy haze until the curtain of mist flew open to reveal his darkest fear: The crow sat with one eye open as the sun rose along the eastern horizon. His comrades, branches away, were separated into groups: those who had families to care for, or singles, like himself who served as sentinels. And then the ruckus began, a wave of warning calls coming closer and closer to him. A juvenile on the verge of becoming an adult, this crow had allowed itself to be distracted—by an attractive beauty shining in the sun—and as the crow felt it had lost its ability to fly, he discovered why. A sea hawk—though an observer wouldn't have been able to clearly identify the bird—had the poor victim in its clutches, diving rapidly to the ground underneath a parked RV which offered a comfortable hiding spot from the on-comers.

Hoards of the young bird’s friends had begun diving down toward the eagle, waves of fighters trying to get the eagle’s attention. A cacophony, which had awakened the radius of birds and some humans, had been incessant. However, this raptor had been too smart. Still the hawk kept the crow under its strong talons as the juvenile struggled to free himself. When the din of his friends died down, the crow knew he would be dead soon. As the raptor began pulling away the crow’s tufts of feather from its chest and pulling out its entrails, the eagle cried out in triumph. As the dying crow gave up its last breath the hawk turned into an osprey—with green eyes.

Cal awoke, sweat covering his body, as he noticed his dream catcher had fallen from its hooks. He took several deep breaths and steadied his nerves before getting out of the bed. Often, in his dreams, Cal could reach out to his uncle or Spirit Chief when he had been troubled or disturbed. Sure enough, he heard a knock on his door. Welcoming him in, Cal saw that Spirit Chief’s silver hair had begun to turn white. The tall, commanding man, however, still retained mesmerizing eyes and an indomitable character." (Copyright 2014 Wendy Shreve/ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)
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DARK SEA, Shadowwater II available in paperback and e-book. Follow link: www.shadowwater.net for more information.



Saturday, July 4, 2015

HOLIDAY WEEKEND? WRITERS NEVER STOP

A misconception regarding writers is we have loads of free time, take breaks for holidays and have an easy life. Bullocks! Half the creative process involves observing, listening, reflecting, note-taking and constructing, even before we put our thoughts on paper (and part-time jobs).

This weekend, I will continue blogging about my book and post more photos that have sparked my imagination. Let me share an excerpt from my newest book in the SHADOWWATER SERIES (title to be determined), and accompanying images which sparked my imagination, hence this scene:

She could smell the heat. The dense, dewy moisture brushed her nostrils as she inhaled. The crescent moon, close enough to catch but not bright enough to light her way.The feline ignored the shadows, as did the human walking beside her, both imperceptible, flanked by tall grasses and planted bushes, palm trees.


Google Image - Belize at Night
Google Image*



Google Image - IntrepidReporter - Mayan Woman

*READ MY POST: "THE CAT: A Night in the Tropics" (October 2014) regarding my imaginary, though always possible, encounter with a jaguar in Belize. Watch YouTube visual presentation of "Around the World in 15 Years for more about other encounters in Belize." https://youtu.be/RaYwJm9Cz5I

FOR MORE ABOUT MY SHADOWWATER BOOKS: go to www.shadowwater.net

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