Friday, September 30, 2011
DEVOTION: Where Is My Focus? - Shirley Corder
God looked over everything he had made; it was so good, so very good! It was evening, it was morning; Day 6.
(Genesis 1:31 MSG)
I recently joined a newly formed camera club. At the second meeting, the lecturer taught us some techniques concerning our choice of subjects. He projected various photographs onto the wall, and explained what made them great pictures, or where their weaknesses lay. Each time, he emphasized the need for a focal point. There was no such thing as just a beautiful view. There was always a main focus, perhaps a beautiful rose, a sunset, or a ship.
He showed us a picture of a beautiful garden. Flowering shrubs and shaped hedges surrounded manicured lawns. Overhead, the sky was an azure blue with wisps of soft white cloud—a stunning photograph. High up in the sky, an eagle hovered.
"Where is the focus of this picture?" he asked us. Obviously, the photographer had intended to take a photo of the beautiful gardens. It is likely that he spotted the eagle and planned to include him in the picture. "Notice something interesting," the speaker continued. "See how your eyes are drawn to the eagle. You look at the gardens. Then you glance back at the bird." He explained how any animal or bird in a picture always dominates the picture, no matter how small it may be.
He showed us further examples. Sure enough, it happened every time. Our eyes were drawn toward any animal or bird in the picture.
A thick forest stood on a carpet of wild flowers. Nestled on a branch of a gnarled old tree, lay a nest of twigs with three little heads peering over the top. The nest was tiny, the baby birds even tinier. Yet they became the focus of the photograph.
"Now look at this," he continued. He put up a photograph showing two majestic mountains, one on the right and the other on the left. High in the brilliant blue African sky an eagle or vulture hovered, too small to identify. But the bird wasn't the focus. Where the mountains came together to form a V, a young woman stood, arms stretched upwards. She was small, but immediately we all reacted. "The woman is the focus."
The lecturer smiled, then explained that where life, as in animals or birds, dominate a photograph, when a human being appears, he or she is always the main focus of the picture.
This fascinated me, both as a Christian and as a writer.
When God created the world, he created a magnificent backdrop of mountains, seas, deserts, waterfalls, sandy beaches, mighty rivers and dramatic jungles. And He said "They're good!" Then He created us—men and women—and He said, "They're very good!" Suddenly mankind was the focus of God's entire picture of creation.
When God looks at the world, He doesn't focus on the mountain, the seas, or the other splendours. He focuses on mankind. He looks at you, and he looks at me. Does He smile and say, "This is very good"? Do I make my creator proud?
For me as a writer, this reminds me of the importance of building realistic characters. No matter how good my plot or background may be, it's the characters that make the story. It's the people with whom the readers identify.
I write mainly non-fiction, especially of a devotional nature. If my writing is only about worldly or theological issues, I'm not likely to reach my reader. I need to write about real people, address my writing to real people, encourage and inspire real people. Why? Because they are the focal point of God's creation.
Prayer: Lord God, it astounds me that with all the beauty and magnificence of your creation around, your real focus is on me. Help me to bring honour to your Name, that when people look at me they may say, "God is good—He's very good."
Shirley M. Corder lives on the coast of South Africa, surrounded by the beauties of God's creation. Please pay a visit to her personal website, where her goal is to encourage and inspire other writers, or Rise and Soar, her site to encourage and inspire those in the cancer valley. Link up with her on Twitter and FaceBook.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
EBook Reader Poll Results
This is Lisa, getting back with you with the results from my last post that included a reader poll on eBooks. Earlier this year, my husband bought me a Kindle for our anniversary. At the time, I wasn’t sure it would ever take the place of a “real” book, but I decided to give it a try. Eight months later, I’ve already noticed a huge difference in my reading habits. The biggest difference is that I’m reading much more. It’s just so convenient to take the Kindle with me wherever I go then decide once I’m there what I’m going to read. I can take notes and switch easily from book to book.
Like me, 59% of those who took the e-book reader poll now own an e-book reader, most of those having bought one within the last year. So here are the results to the poll with about forty people participating.
I always check for freebies, and so do 61% of those who responded. I agree that they are a great promotional tool, but I have found that I’m more likely to read a book that I’ve invested a bit of cash in. This seemed to hold true in the poll as well as 55% of you were more likely to read a book that you paid for. I’ve also become very picky about what I download. Even if it’s free, it has to be something I’m pretty sure I will end up reading.
How much do you think an eBook should be priced? I agree with the majority here. 39% said they should be priced from $1.99-3.99, though I have paid more and will pay more for books I really want. Interestingly enough, the lowest vote, at 11%, went to the $.99-1.99 range which proves that price isn't always the strongest factor in our buying decisions. 28% thought the $3.99-6.99 price range was good and 22% thought they should be priced at $6.99-11.99.
Most people who own an eBook reader voted that they were more likely to buy more books with their reader. This is definitely true for me. Living overseas with no bookstore around, I’ve always had to wait, sometimes months, for the chance to get a specific book I wanted. Now, I can even preorder a book I don’t want to miss, and it will be delivered to my Kindle the day of its release. I love this!
Another interesting question was what are the primary factors of deciding whether or not to buy a book. For me, even for an eBook, the cover is still very important, though not the most important. Personally, if I don't like the cover, I'm much more likely to skip the book and not spend anytime looking further. Only 8% of you, though, thought that the cover was the primary factor in buying a book. What matters for 51% of you, by far the highest, was the book blurb. Next up was the author, at 38%. And as for price? Only one person out of thirty-nine thought price was the primary factor in deciding whether or not to buy a book.
So while you might not agree with all the results of the poll, I hope you found it as interesting as I do. What are your further thoughts about eBooks in this changing world of publishing? I’d love to hear from you.
Lisa
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LISA HARRIS is a Christy Award nominated author who has over twenty novels and novella collections in print. She and her husband, Scott, along with their three children, live near the Indian Ocean in Mozambique as missionaries. As a homeschooling mom, life can get hectic, but she sees her writing as an extension of her ministry which also includes running a non-profit organization The ECHO Project. To find out more about her books you can visit her website.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Guest Blogger: Laurie Alice Eakes
When I was fourteen, the librarian selected a book for me that ended up changing my life. No, it wasn’t To Kill a Mocking Bird. I’d already read that one. No, it wasn’t Gone with the Wind or War and Peace. I’d already read those, too. And it certainly wasn’t something by Judy Blume or any other young adult write de jour.
It was Charity Girl by Georgette Heyer.
This is not one of Ms. Heyer’s best books. I recently reread it, and it’s not really that good at all. And for me, it opened a whole new world of which I had previously been unaware—the Georgian era, specifically the Regency.
After that, I began to devour books by Ms. Heyer, Clare Darcy, Patricia Veryan, and others. Oddly, nearly two decades passed before I read a Jane Austen novel and then was so steeped in the twentieth century version of the Regency novel, Ms. Austen bored me (I know: blasphemy). Ms. Austen, however, wrote contemporary novels, not Regency romances, and her perspective was the narrowness of her world, not the panoramic view of that era we have looking back two hundred years—but that’s another post.
Wanting to know more of titles and fashion and the social mores of the day, I also consumed nonfiction books, diaries of people living during that time period, and other research materials. I also began to learn about writing and tried my own Regency novel

The less said about that the better; however, the potential lay within those now long-since destroyed pages, so I went back to writing after graduate school and corporate jobs and those practical things in life.
I wrote a Regency novel for the Christian market. The editor loved it. Marketing did not. “We can’t sell a Regency.”
Books set outside the U.S. didn’t sell in the Christian market in America. So I wrote one for the sweet market and sold it. It won the National Readers Choice Award for Best Regency. Wonderful, but I wanted to write Christian fiction and Christian Regencies specifically.
So I set out to pay my dues in the business. I wrote a prairie romance and sold it. I wrote a romance set in New Jersey with a hero from Scotland, and sold it as the first in a series. I then submitted a daring proposal—a book set in America but with an English hero, a young man who would have been a fine Regency hero if the book had been set in England. But I put him completely out of his element, a stranger in a strange land—and sold it. That book, Lady in the Mist, was my seventh book sold and the first book in the Midwives series from Baker/Revell. That risk led to them asking for a Regency proposal from me—and buying a three-book series.
More than two decades after I read my first Regency romance, seven and a half years and twelve books and two colonial-set novella sales after being told I could never sell a Regency to the U.S. Christian market, I celebrate the release of A Necessary Deception my first Regency historical romance from Baker/Revell. To add to the international flavor, my hero is French.
Above is a great number of words to convey a concept so simple it’s trite, yet true—don’t give up on writing what you want or, if you are a reader, finding the sort of books you want to read. If you think a market is closed to you, think again. You may not get there immediately. You may not get there the way you want to, and getting there is not beyond your reach once God has called you to a way of life, a career, a ministry in the writing profession. If this is the road He wants you to walk, then He will make the way clear.
You can read excerpts of A Necessary Deception on my blog at www.lauriealiceeakes.blogspot.com

Award-winning author Laurie Alice Eakes wanted to be a writer since knowing what one was. Her first book won the National Readers Choice Award in 2007, and her third book was a Carol Award finalist in 2010. Having her first book with Baker/Revell, Lady in the Mist, picked up by Crossings Book Club, and six of her books have been chosen for large print editions by Thorndike Press. She has been a public speaker for as long as she can remember; thus, only suffers enough stage fright to keep her sharp. In 2002, while in graduate school for writing fiction, she began to teach fiction in person and online. She lives in Texas with her husband, two dogs, and probably too many cats. http://www.lauriealiceeakes.com
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Truth is stranger than fiction
Often I am asked how much actual ‘truth’ is included in one or other of my novels. Was Heléna, the heroine of my first two novels, a real person? Could Laura, the main character in my third novel really do the things I have her do, despite being blind? Might Jenna, the main character in my fourth novel, possibly be me, the author? And what about my fifth novel? Are the main characters people I knew or did I simply ‘make them up’?
Now it so happens my first two novels were inspired by the life of a Czech migrant woman I met years ago. Some things contained in those books are ‘true’ – and some aren’t. After all, they are novels. But I would say that the events I have been questioned about most often are ones that actually happened. Was Heléna’s husband a member of the Czech underground? Did he really give himself up for her when she was being held captive, as I describe? And what about Heléna’s son – did he really die the way I have written it? Yes, those events honestly did happen to our Czech friend and are indeed ‘true’. And when those questioning me still look a little incredulous, I assure them I am telling the truth. Even I, with my fertile imagination, could not have ‘thought up’ such things!
When it comes to my character Laura in my third novel, I explain how Laura could certainly have done the things I say she did because I modelled her on a friend of mine who is blind. And yes, my friend truly has done some amazing and courageous things, despite being unable to see at all – she was brought up to climb trees and walk along the tops of fences and jump into waterholes along with her sighted brothers and sisters, which made her extremely independent later in life. And yes, the story in the second last chapter really did happen – I was there when my friend asked what the words of a particular hymn were after hearing the melody on the radio. Without thinking, I immediately answered: ‘Oh, that’s Be Thou My Vision!’ We cried together as I read out each verse so that she could type them out using her Brailler – she had sensed God had wanted her to find out the words of this hymn, not knowing its title at all. I will never forget what a blessed, life-giving moment that was for her and how strong God’s presence was around us – and I describe that event in the book exactly as it happened.
No, Jenna, the main character of my fourth novel, isn’t me – but then again, is it? Yes, bits and pieces of things that happen to Jenna happened to me – or to friends of mine. Where does the ‘truth’ begin and end? I can’t honestly say in this case. And yes, I did ‘make up’ most of the characters in my fifth novel – but again, did I really? Even if I do not consciously describe people I have known, how much does my imagination feed on my subconscious memories?
It doesn’t matter in the end whether my readers believe certain people and events in my books are ‘true’ or not. But it does matter if they treat the underlying truths expressed in my novels as fiction. I want my readers to know the gracious love of God and to see it demonstrated in the lives of many of my characters. I want them to understand that Jesus Christ, the Son of God, truly did come to earth and die on the cross for us. This is not a fanciful tale made up centuries ago. Yes, this particular truth may seem stranger than fiction, it may be beyond our understanding, too good really to be true. Yet it is true nevertheless – every word of it. And I’m so glad of that!
Jo-Anne Berthelsen grew up in Brisbane and holds degrees in Arts and Theology and a diploma in Education. She has worked as a high school teacher, editor and secretary, as well as in local church ministry. Jo-Anne is passionate about touching hearts and lives through both the written and spoken word. She is the author of five published novels – ‘Heléna’, ‘All the Days of My Life’, ‘Laura’, ‘Jenna’ and ‘Heléna’s Legacy’. She is married to a retired minister and lives in Sydney. For more information about Jo-Anne and her novels, please visit her website, www.jo-anneberthelsen.com.Monday, September 26, 2011
Christian Fiction Writers Wherever They Are
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| St. Louis, Missouri, site of recent ACFW conference |
| I meet ICFW's Valerie Comer at the recent ACFA conference. |
ACFW offers tutorials, on-line classes, links to recommended books on writing, and other resources. What I have found most valuable so far is the extensive e-mail network.
I admit I was put off by the main list that receives 60 to 100 messages per DAY! But there are also smaller genre lists that put you in contact with people writing books similar to yours. I signed up for both historical (because of my Glastonbury Tor) and young adult (my other published works) so I receive a much more manageable number of messages. G-mail lets me set up filters so they don’t crowd my in-box and I can sort through them at my convenience. The historical list has recently hosted discussions on the differences between historical and contemporary fiction, what readers expect from Regency novels, the difference between preachy and a meaningful theme, and which Bible translation to use to be understandable to modern readers while remaining culturally authentic. The YA group has less activity (so far mainly announcements of book giveaways or questions about the coming conference), but it is a place to network with potential endorsers or information sources.
My primary motivation for joining ACFW at this time was the annual conference held this week in St. Louis. That, too, is all organized on-line. There are bios of the editors and agents who will be present, summaries of workshops, schedules and (of course) an e-mail list for first timers. (That is on top of the e-mail list for new-comers to the organization that introduced me to the website, regional chapters, genre groups and how to use the lists without being overwhelmed.) The first-timers-at-conference list not only answers questions about what to wear, what to bring and where to go, it has also given us tips on what agents are looking for, what goes into a proposal and links to blogs on taking advantage of a conference experience. Cara Putman, the moderator, even critiqued our elevator pitches. (An elevator pitch is a one- or two-sentence summary of your novel, designed to hook the interest of an agent or editor in less time than it takes to go from one floor to the next in an elevator.) Not only were Cara’s suggestions on my pitch worthwhile, but reading other people’s pitches and their critique was also educational.
ACFW aims to be "the voice of Christian fiction." I am impressed with how they use technology that does not depend on physical proximity, something that allows for participation by writers all over the world. There was even an alternative conference running on-line last week for people who couldn’t physically make it to Saint Louis, Missouri. Participants might be anywhere from Australia to Zambia.
| Author Rachel Hauck leads worship |
| Agent Natasha Kern talks about what your agent should be doing for you. |
The weekend wasextremely intense. By the end of it, I was exhausted, but wondering why I putoff joining ACFW for so long. Perhapsthis community and its resources would be useful to you in your writing journeywhether or not you are physically in America.
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Sunday, September 25, 2011
SUNDAY EDITION
Coming Up This Week
LeAnne Hardy: Christian Fiction Writers Wherever They Are
Tuesday
Jo-Anne Berthelsen: Truth is stranger than fiction
Wednesday
Guest Blogger: Laurie Alice Eakes
Thursday
Lisa Harris
Friday Devotion
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International Christian Fiction book wins an ACFW Carol Award
Cathy Liggett's book set in South Africa, Beaded Hope, won the prestigious American Christian Fiction Writers 2011 Carol Award in the Womens Fiction category.
Congratulations Cathy! We're very excited to see an excellent book set in South Africa win an ACFW Carol Award!
Ruth Ann Dell posted a two part interview with Cathy on our blog last year on December 1 and 9, 2010.
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Contest Giveaway Winners
Donna Adams is the winner of Julie Klassen's book, The Girl in the Gatehouse (Ruth Ann's post, September 15)
Congratulations Donna!
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Contest News
Congratulations to our Aussie blog members who are Short Listed for the CALEB Prize 2011 in the fiction category:
Jenna by Jo-Anne Berthelsen
Justice at Baragula by Mary Hawkins
Best Forgotten by Paula Vince
The winners will be announced at the CALEB Prize Awards Dinner in Brisbane, Australia on November 11.
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New Book Releases
Nick Daniels' thriller set in the Middle East, The Jihad's Messiah, Book One in the Jihad series, is a September 2011 release from Risen Books.
Rita Galieh's book, Signed, Sealed and Delivered, is a September 2011 release from Ark House Press.
Jenn Kelly's children's book for middle grade readers, Jackson Jones: the Tale of a Boy, a Troll and a Rather Large Chicken, is a September 2011 release from Zonderkidz.
The print edition of Christine Lindsay's book set in India, Shadowed in Silk, was released on September 1, 2011 from WhiteFire Publishing.
Kathi Macias' book set in San Diego, CA and the Golden Triangle area of Thailand, Deliver Me from Evil, Book One in her Freedom series involving human trafficking, is a September 2011 release from New Hope Publishers.
Kathi Macias' Christmas themed book, A Christmas Journey Home, set in Arizona and Ensenada, Mexico, is a September 2011 release from New Hope Publishers.
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Upcoming Book Releases
Kathi Macias' book set in San Diego, CA and the Golden Triangle area of Thailand, Special Delivery, Book Two in her Freedom series involving human trafficking, will be a January 2012 release from New Hope Publishers.
Donna Fletcher Crow's book A Darkly Hidden Truth, Book 2 in The Monastery Murders series, will be a January 2012 release from Monarch Books.
Kathi Macias' book set in San Diego and Mexico, The Deliverer, Book Three in her Freedom series involving human trafficking, will be a April 2012 release from New Hope Publishers.
Valerie Comer's debut novella, Topaz Treasure, which is part of the Rainbow's End collection, will be a May 2012 release from Barbour.
To find more International Christian Fiction books, please visit our Recent Releases page, Backlist Titles page and our International Christian Fiction wiki.
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Friday, September 23, 2011
DEVOTION: Without Him . . . by Kathi Macias
“I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him,
bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing” (John 15:5)
As is my usual daily practice, I spent quite a bit of time this morning praying and reading/meditating on the Word, but when I finished and came to my computer to write this devotional, I had to confess to God that I had “nothing”—no word, no thought, no insight to share with all of you.
That’s when I heard God whisper to my heart, “Why are you surprised? Don’t you remember that I told you that without Me you can do nothing?”
We humans are an amazing bunch, aren’t we? Despite the fact that those of us who consider ourselves dedicated disciples are careful to set aside that quality time with God, we still come away thinking we should have “something” to offer. And, of course, because we serve a faithful God who desires to impart more of Himself to us all the time, we truly do come away with something worth sharing with others. But occasionally we need to be reminded that whatever “something” we may have to offer has absolutely nothing to do with us.
Jesus was quite serious when He said that without Him we can do “nothing”—and nothing means nothing. We say we believe that, don’t we? And yet…don’t we really imagine that it means “nothing much”? Surely we can do one or two things on our own…can’t we?
Not according to Jesus. What a clear reminder that anything we initiate on our own is, when it’s all said and done, NOTHING. It is only those efforts we expend and accomplishments we achieve as a result of loving obedience to the Savior that bring about any sort of lasting results. If the desire of our hearts is to hear the words “Well done, good and faithful servant” at the end of our earthly lives, then we need to prayerfully consider these words of Jesus (“without Me you can do nothing”) and ask Him to help us comprehend and apply them to our lives today, and always.
Thank you for sharing your devotions with us through this column, Kathi.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
The Challenge Authors Face

I've noticed that fiction authors face a disadvantage to our craft which other creative folk don't share. My husband is a saxophone player and my twelve-year-old daughter is a budding artist. Here is an observation I've made. It's harder for fiction authors to share with others what we've created.
An artist may paint a gorgeous landscape or mold a sculpture, and people take one glance and say, "Wow, look at that. You have such a lovely talent."
A musician may play a few bars of a song, and they say, "That's wonderful. You have the power to really move people."
But when a novelist completes a longstanding project and it's finally published and delivered, people say, "Hopefully I'll find enough time to read it one day but my life's pretty hectic at the moment. The blurb sounds interesting. Good on you for giving it a go."
They might go so far as to tell others, "My friend here writes novels," but when we ask down the track, "Have you read any yet?" they pull sheepish faces and say, "The last one you gave me is still in the pile on my shelf."
Unlike the artist or musician, we can't just present our work in front of peoples' eyes or ears. A little effort is required from their end too. They need to choose to set aside a block of time to actually open up our books and read them. A good two thirds of well-wishers may find this difficult to do. This is the problem which makes authors unique from other creative types.
Apart from the tremendous achievement of writing our books, we need to come up with catchy one-liners to convince people that they may like to read our work. And sometimes we find ourselves thanking friends or acquaintances profusely when they've done us the favor of reading our books and giving us feedback, forgetting that we've also done them a favor, by providing them a heart-touching, potentially life-changing story to whisk them away from their mundane duties for awhile.
How do we handle the frustration of this aspect of our work? By frequently reminding ourselves to focus on the larger picture. We need to zoom out our vision to consider places and hearts our books may have penetrated which we have no idea about. Sometimes God gives us a glimpse, like a wink from heaven. My niece saw somebody reading my novel, "Best Forgotten" in the lunch room at work. They told her they'd bought it from a Christian bookshop and it was a really great story.
We think of the future and how the work we do is still making fresh impact on others years after we've finished a project. I love receiving the occasional email telling me how an older book such as, "A Design of Gold" or "The Risky Way Home" or one my fantasy adventures has impacted somebody's heart as they've related to a character they've found similar. I love to know that the work my novels were designed to do is still taking place, and may be fifty, eighty, even one hundred years down the track.
Let's not focus on short term lack of feedback, as if this is all our work is designed for. We won't ever know the full impact it has made, or even the impact it may be having now, until we get to heaven.
Paula Vince is a homeschooling mother and award winning fiction author who lives in South Australia's beautiful Adelaide Hills with her husband and three children. She likes to work at her computer with the sound of the washing machine and dishwasher in the background, as it gives her the illusion she is multi-tasking.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Will your book make a good film?
by Fiona Veitch Smith
With the recent high-profile release of the film version of John La Carré’s Tinker Tailor, Soldier, Spy (Pan, 1974) it got me thinking about what type of books make good films and what you need to consider if you would like your book adapted to screen.
1. Is your book a classic or a bestseller?
Film producers like adapting classic books because a) they are usually out of copyright and b) they have a fervent following which will guarantee bums on seats. They also like modern bestsellers because of the guaranteed audience base and the ability to piggy-back on existing book marketing. Consider for instance The Golden Compass (the adaptation of the first in Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials series).
2. Does your book have a commercially viable niche audience?
Smaller independent producers might take a chance on books with a niche or ‘cult’ following. I ghost-wrote the true-life story of Elizabeth Robertson Campbell (The Choice, Bridge Logos, 2007) and it is now being pitched to film producers on the basis of it selling well in a certain market and dealing with universal themes of love and betrayal that go down well with cinema audiences. I am also in discussions with a producer to adapt an award-winning novel I edited for the South African market. This film might not make it to Hollywood, but may do well enough in a niche market to make it worth the producer’s while.
3. Is your story the right ‘size’ for a film?
The first adaptation of Tinker, Tailor was for BBC television in 1977. It was an almost word-for-word rendition and took seven hours. Ben Hur (Lew Wallace, 1880) was adapted into nearly four hours of screen-time and Spartacus (initially self-published by Howard Fast in 1951) was just over three hours. But a lot was still cut out. Nowadays, it is rare to have a film over two hours. Only the final book in the Harry Potter series was split across two films. The other six were significantly condensed to squeeze into two hours. The question is: will your book’s story still hold up if it is cut? You may have to go the other way and expand parts of your plot. This is often the case in children’s books that struggle to stretch to 90-minute screen-time. The 2010 adaptation of Roald Dahl’s The Fantastic Mr Fox is a case in point.
4. Is your book written in three ‘acts’?
Most mainstream films are based on what is known as ‘classical three-act structure’. This is a theory of story construction first codified by Aristotle in the 4th Century BC. It is sometimes still used in theatre, frequently in ‘genre’ novels and extensively in Hollywood-style films. I don’t have the space to go into it here, but check out this link for more info http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dramatic_structure. If your book is already written in three-act structure it will adapt more easily to screen than if it isn’t. But beware, a book in three parts does not automatically mean you’ve used three-act structure. My soon-to-be-released e-book The Peace Garden is written in three-parts, but does not fully utilise three-act structure. An adaptation would likely expand on the middle section and change the POV from Natalie to Gladwin (his story arc does have a three-act structure while hers doesn’t).
5. Are you prepared for the screenwriter to deviate from your original story?
Novels and films are different media and need to be treated differently. If you are not prepared for changes to be made to your story to suit the new medium, you should not consider having your book adapted. Once you have signed away your adaptation rights, you will give the screenwriter and director creative control. The producers of the film will make the final decision about how many changes they believe the audience will accept, not the author.
Fiona Veitch Smith writes fiction and lectures in writing for stage and screen at Northumbria University. She writes picture books for children and suspense novels for young adults and adults. She also writes non-fiction and devotional material as well as scripts for the stage and screen. She lectures in writing for the media and scriptwriting. She runs a writing advice site www.thecraftywriter.com
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011
How Hard It Is
I was going to write a post on my book that was just released a few days ago.
But something has been stuck in my mind and I guess I'm going to share that instead. It involves a few things actually. 'The Confident Women' by Joyce Meyer and Madonna. Please read the following:
"Our world has created a false, unrealistic image of what women are supposed to look like and act like. But the truth is that every woman was not created by God to be skinny, with a flawless complexion and long flowing hair. Not every woman was intended to juggle a career as well as all of the other duties of being a wife, mother, citizen, and daughter." (paraphrased, Joyce Meyer)
"Silky smooth, lips as sweet as candy.
Tight blue jeans, skin that shows in patches.
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls, they never show it.
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak?
Do you know, what it feels like for a girl?
Do you know, what it feels like in this world,
for a girl?
Hair that twirls on fingertips so gently,
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting.
Hurt that's not supposed to show
And tears that fall when no one knows
When you're trying hard to be your best
Could you be a little less?" (Madonna - What it feels like for a girl)
Question one y'all. How do these relate? Now before you switch pages because you think is a feminist brewhahaha (I know I didn't spell that right), it isn't. Because this just doesn't apply to girls. It really really applies to girls, but I know some men out there who are wishing they were more than what they are.
So, the first time I heard that Madonna song was actually last week. I normally love Madge as I admire her brevity and craziness and her ... persuasion to get where she is now. Yes she has made mistakes, but who am I to throw a log her way? I heard the song and I just about cried. 'That's me! That's me!' I was yelling at myself. The girl who won't complain, the girl who lets people say what they want, who lets people try to mold her into what they want, and instead of saying no, I slither away quietly. And then of course, it made me think of men and how they treat women. And while my heart breaks over this, and oh how my heart breaks for the women who have no freedom and have to deal with this (remind me next time to tell you the story about an old friend of mine who's mother moved away from India so that her girls wouldn't be circumcized...) it actually bothered me more about the way women treat each other. How women can be mean and unkind with their words and actions. Put on their big fake smiles and pretend what you're doing/thinking/saying is fabulous and then throw in a slammer of an insult that doesn't even register until later. Oh, if I had a nickel! Shouldn't we be encouraging each other? Listening to each other? How many 'friends' do you have that you open your heart to and they turn around and tell you how they are so much worse? Heaven forbid I ever complain about my son and then have to hear how because they have more than one child, they have it so much worse and what right do I have to look for sympathy? Or the women who brag about all the work they constantly do (am thinking of preview for "I Don't Know How She Does It" movie) and make you feel awful about yourself because you got nothing done. Ladies. Gentlemen. Stop trying to prove yourself. Because you'll fail.
Are you being kind to you? No, really? I know stuff has to get done, but are you being nice about it? A friend of mine just had a baby and of course she's going through rough times. She mentionned how she felt so guilty because she was mad at her newborn. I told her that she was going to feel guilty every single day of her life from now on. Did I do enough? Did he eat well? Should I have bought him clothes that match? Etc. Another friend of mine is having physical issues and can't figure out why she's gained weight and she can't lose it because she is in physical pain all the time. When she approached her husband about whether she was still pretty, he sadly gave the wrong answer. I told her it was about time she had some hips and that curves were awesome. But I couldn't make the sadness go away in her eyes. Another friend is exhausted because she works so hard at her job and pushes for the next big promotion but all she wants is to stay home with her kids and do house designing. I myself am having issues because I can't burn out all my energy into exercise because my knee blew up and I'm in constant pain and physio is not working fast enough for me. So I cut myself some slack. I asked God to bless me. Are you asking God to bless you? To give you release from your own guilt and expectations? Do you really know what God expects of you? Do you? I can tell you what God expects of me. (If you're wondering, it's true devotion. And out of devotion comes obedience. And baby, I'm obedient! ... most of the time... )
My husband figured out a few years ago that he wasn't going to get a clean house. He was instead going to get a completely loving family who spend all their time with him as soon as he walks in the door. Snuggles for an hour at least every night. Arm tickles and foot rubs. Amazing meals with kind conversation. And a crazy creative wife who remembers where everything is provided no one else touches it.
But I am aware that I am too quiet about all this. I think I can be brave enough to say I'm looking forward to reading 'the Confident Woman'. I think it's definitely time to be nicer to me and to choose to make nicer friends. And to listen to the truth that I am a star in the sky that God has called by name.
So, thoughts out of this post? I am sorry it's a mish-mosh. My mind has been a mish-mosh with thoughts and being sore from physio and 'why am I not better already darnit!'
My thoughts are:
-soft-heart
-encourage, don't compare/discourage/demean/be fake
-pray for the people who are standing right in front of you. all the time.
-be nice to you. because some days, no one else will be.
Oh dear. Now I sound like a Hallmark card....
This would be the spot where a picture of me would be uploaded and I'm heating a hot dog in Central Park because it's yummy. And then there would be a blurb about my new book that came out last week called, "Jackson Jones: the Tale of a Boy, a Troll and a Rather Large Chicken". And then I'd mention that I'm halfway through writing a teen dystopian, but my mind is beginning to drift back to the Amish thing. But of course my new laptop is too smart for me and not letting me upload photos. My picture is on the side somewhere....
But something has been stuck in my mind and I guess I'm going to share that instead. It involves a few things actually. 'The Confident Women' by Joyce Meyer and Madonna. Please read the following:
"Our world has created a false, unrealistic image of what women are supposed to look like and act like. But the truth is that every woman was not created by God to be skinny, with a flawless complexion and long flowing hair. Not every woman was intended to juggle a career as well as all of the other duties of being a wife, mother, citizen, and daughter." (paraphrased, Joyce Meyer)
"Silky smooth, lips as sweet as candy.
Tight blue jeans, skin that shows in patches.
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls, they never show it.
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak?
Do you know, what it feels like for a girl?
Do you know, what it feels like in this world,
for a girl?
Hair that twirls on fingertips so gently,
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting.
Hurt that's not supposed to show
And tears that fall when no one knows
When you're trying hard to be your best
Could you be a little less?" (Madonna - What it feels like for a girl)
Question one y'all. How do these relate? Now before you switch pages because you think is a feminist brewhahaha (I know I didn't spell that right), it isn't. Because this just doesn't apply to girls. It really really applies to girls, but I know some men out there who are wishing they were more than what they are.
So, the first time I heard that Madonna song was actually last week. I normally love Madge as I admire her brevity and craziness and her ... persuasion to get where she is now. Yes she has made mistakes, but who am I to throw a log her way? I heard the song and I just about cried. 'That's me! That's me!' I was yelling at myself. The girl who won't complain, the girl who lets people say what they want, who lets people try to mold her into what they want, and instead of saying no, I slither away quietly. And then of course, it made me think of men and how they treat women. And while my heart breaks over this, and oh how my heart breaks for the women who have no freedom and have to deal with this (remind me next time to tell you the story about an old friend of mine who's mother moved away from India so that her girls wouldn't be circumcized...) it actually bothered me more about the way women treat each other. How women can be mean and unkind with their words and actions. Put on their big fake smiles and pretend what you're doing/thinking/saying is fabulous and then throw in a slammer of an insult that doesn't even register until later. Oh, if I had a nickel! Shouldn't we be encouraging each other? Listening to each other? How many 'friends' do you have that you open your heart to and they turn around and tell you how they are so much worse? Heaven forbid I ever complain about my son and then have to hear how because they have more than one child, they have it so much worse and what right do I have to look for sympathy? Or the women who brag about all the work they constantly do (am thinking of preview for "I Don't Know How She Does It" movie) and make you feel awful about yourself because you got nothing done. Ladies. Gentlemen. Stop trying to prove yourself. Because you'll fail.
Are you being kind to you? No, really? I know stuff has to get done, but are you being nice about it? A friend of mine just had a baby and of course she's going through rough times. She mentionned how she felt so guilty because she was mad at her newborn. I told her that she was going to feel guilty every single day of her life from now on. Did I do enough? Did he eat well? Should I have bought him clothes that match? Etc. Another friend of mine is having physical issues and can't figure out why she's gained weight and she can't lose it because she is in physical pain all the time. When she approached her husband about whether she was still pretty, he sadly gave the wrong answer. I told her it was about time she had some hips and that curves were awesome. But I couldn't make the sadness go away in her eyes. Another friend is exhausted because she works so hard at her job and pushes for the next big promotion but all she wants is to stay home with her kids and do house designing. I myself am having issues because I can't burn out all my energy into exercise because my knee blew up and I'm in constant pain and physio is not working fast enough for me. So I cut myself some slack. I asked God to bless me. Are you asking God to bless you? To give you release from your own guilt and expectations? Do you really know what God expects of you? Do you? I can tell you what God expects of me. (If you're wondering, it's true devotion. And out of devotion comes obedience. And baby, I'm obedient! ... most of the time... )
My husband figured out a few years ago that he wasn't going to get a clean house. He was instead going to get a completely loving family who spend all their time with him as soon as he walks in the door. Snuggles for an hour at least every night. Arm tickles and foot rubs. Amazing meals with kind conversation. And a crazy creative wife who remembers where everything is provided no one else touches it.
But I am aware that I am too quiet about all this. I think I can be brave enough to say I'm looking forward to reading 'the Confident Woman'. I think it's definitely time to be nicer to me and to choose to make nicer friends. And to listen to the truth that I am a star in the sky that God has called by name.
So, thoughts out of this post? I am sorry it's a mish-mosh. My mind has been a mish-mosh with thoughts and being sore from physio and 'why am I not better already darnit!'
My thoughts are:
-soft-heart
-encourage, don't compare/discourage/demean/be fake
-pray for the people who are standing right in front of you. all the time.
-be nice to you. because some days, no one else will be.
Oh dear. Now I sound like a Hallmark card....
This would be the spot where a picture of me would be uploaded and I'm heating a hot dog in Central Park because it's yummy. And then there would be a blurb about my new book that came out last week called, "Jackson Jones: the Tale of a Boy, a Troll and a Rather Large Chicken". And then I'd mention that I'm halfway through writing a teen dystopian, but my mind is beginning to drift back to the Amish thing. But of course my new laptop is too smart for me and not letting me upload photos. My picture is on the side somewhere....
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Monday, September 19, 2011
FAITH, an acronym: Forsaking All I Trust Him The Re-birth Story (Part 1)
Robert F. Kennedy said that each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope . . . and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
That is what the Re-birth team set out to do when they got onto that first train. At 8am on the eighth day of the eighth month they started their journey in prayer before heading for the station in Modena, Italy. I marvel at the significance of the choice of their timing to set out on this month-long outreach across Europe – 888, the number of Jesus (http://www.biblewheel.com/gr/gr_888.asp) – and that is what their journey was all about … Jesus! Showing His love; sharing His hope; living with a faith reliant on Him alone. Their mantra for this faith outreach? – “There is no plan B.”
31 days later, having covered over 15,000 kilometres of Europe by rail, foot, ferry, bus and car carrying 12kg on their backs and only €100 each in their pockets, the Re-birth team have loads of amazing stories to tell of God’s miraculous provision for them.
Like a good book, where story threads culminate in a climactic ending and leave the reader saying “Ah, now I see why that happened in the story”, we look back on Re-birth’s journey and see how God plotted their path with divine purpose. But we shouldn’t be surprised . . . after all, He is the author of our lives – the master story teller – recording and planning every day of each of our lives with pure craftsmanship.
When the team set off on that warm Italian Monday morning, they were in good spirits and in agreement that God was telling them to head for Romania first. A good friend of mine joked: “At last, someone is going there!” It took me a few seconds to understand her humorous comment. In South Africa (and perhaps in your country too?), when asked where you are going on holiday during the annual holiday season, if one is staying at home you would often reply, “I’m going to Romania” (remain here). I think the team felt they could have remained in Romania – it was one of the most beautiful places they passed through on their journey with beautiful people, and a place they want to return to one day to do missions work.
At the end of Day 1, the team found themselves stuck in Italy in a town called Udine. The train they wanted to take was only on Saturday, and there were no trains out that evening. They knew they could not sit around for 5 days … they were on a mission! As they sat huddled on a pavement, discussing how they should move forward, strumming on their guitar and singing worship songs, a woman with two children came up to them. She said she felt led to invite them to her home for the night. When she told them that she did not normally take that route home, the team were reminded that even though the trains were unfaithful, God was faithful. The family they stayed with were Mormons and the guys learnt something of the Mormon religion. They were also able to share their own personal testimonies of their faith in Jesus Christ.
The next day they could still not find a way out of Udine – all the trains and buses were full. So they decided to split into two teams and hitchhike to Tarvisio on the border of Italy and Austria. They were reunited around 11pm at the train station where an overnight train took them through Austria to Vienna and then on to Budapest in Hungry heading for Romania.
Davide and Samuel knew they would have no problem entering Romania on their European passports, but the team had no idea whether the three South Africans would be allowed to enter the country on their Schengen visas. Natheaneal, Christo and Kyle had tried to obtain a visa to visit Romania before leaving South Africa, but because the Romanian embassy wanted an original letter of invitation from their sponsor in Romania, they gave up on this quest as it would have been impossible to obtain this letter in time for their visa application date. This visa would have cost them €60 each.
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Kyle and Nathaneal hitching rides for the team from Udine to Tarvisio |
In Budapest they met Réka, a young lady their age. As they conversed with her on the journey to the border, they shared their faith and personal testimonies. They spoke of the faith they had that God would get them into Romania. Réka had her doubts. She was Catholic, but God was not personal to her.
After a huddled prayer on the station platform at Beharkeresztes, the team explained their situation to the border guards as they tried to gain entry into Romania. Réka saw the team praying outside the train, as did another guy who the team later met on the train. The train was delayed for 30 minutes while the border police made some phone calls to ascertain whether the South Africans could enter the country. Suddenly their passports were stamped. God had gotten them into Romania! And for free! And what made this event even more miraculous was the fact that the border police spoke not a word of English, and Re-birth not a word of Hungarian . . . and the team’s sign language was terrible.
When they got back on the train, happy and excited, they sat in their same seats beside Réka. She was amazed that they had managed to get into Romania, and Re-birth were excited that Réka got to see God at work right in front of her eyes.
On the train, a passport officer cautioned Re-birth that they could not exit back into Hungary as they had been allowed entry into Romania for transit purposes. If they did not exit Romania correctly, they would be deported and never allowed entry again into the country. She went on to tell them which countries they could exit to – Bulgaria or Moldova (which was not an option as their train tickets did not cover travel in Moldova).
The team were hosted in Cluj, Romania, by old friends of Samuel. They also had an opportunity to visit Dallas, an informal settlement beside a huge garbage dump where two thousand people live. The people collect things like plastic bottles, which they in turn sell to make a living. Missionaries have built houses that provide gypsies from the dump with better places to live, showing them an indescribable love and compassion.
It was an awakening, challenging experience for the Re-birth team, and a ministry they would like to get involved with in the future – helping to build more houses for the people to live in.
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| Christo with Romanian children |
Once in Sofia, Bulgaria's capital city, they discovered the trains from the Greek border travelling into Greece had been cancelled - permanently! However, they had to head for Greece as this was their only option to exit Bulgaria. Perhaps they would hitchhike again once they reached the border.
Needing to find a place to sleep while waiting for the first morning train headed for Greece, they pray . . . and God answers in an amazing way as they find sleeping place on the floor of a quiet bus depot, watched over and protected by two station guards. The amazing part of this story is that they should not have been allowed to sleep there. Some guards initially walked past and told Kyle to put his camera away. Then another guard walked past and tried to chase them away, but because he couldn't speak English, he called his colleagues over. They looked at the team, talked between themselves, and then said, "Sleep!" before walking off.
That same night, Re-birth did a prayer walk through the city.
Crossing the border from Bulgaria into Greece, the guys found themselves once again needing to split into two groups to hitchhike to Thessaloniki. Within a half hour, both groups had found rides, and a few hours later, were reunited.
They took a stroll down to the port while waiting for the overnight train to Athens. It is here they met Jimmy, a homeless guy, and spent the rest of the evening showing Jimmy love and sharing their faith. The team blessed Jimmy with some items of clothing. Kyle gave Jimmy a pair of jeans, Christo gave him a pair of shorts, and Samuel gave a shirt and socks. If you read my previous blog titled “Mom, this is Jacob” (Part 1 and 2), you will remember that giving away his clothes is somewhat of a habit with my youngest son. But isn’t that what being Jesus to people is all about?
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| Kyle, Davide, Jimmy, Samuel & Christo |
Day 9 of the journey was one of the toughest for the team. They had hoped to work with a refugee ministry in Greece, but this didn’t work out as the mission was preparing to close for the holidays. Athens was hot, and the team were tired and dirty. They were uncertain of what to do next. But the break, the day without ministry, was just what they needed as they spent time really talking and clearing up misunderstandings.
However, they still faced a dilemma – how to move on from Greece. Going back north was not a great option due to the transit visa through Bulgaria (not to mention the absence of trains), and they couldn’t get to Patras to catch a ferry to Italy due to the train connection being suspended for maintenance. Deciding to find a cheap flight to any Schengen country, they headed for Athens airport. Not a single ticket could be found for under €200.
After being woken twice during the night and moved by airport security, the five weary travellers moved outside where they spent the night on hard concrete, stretched out in an alley between luggage trolleys and a glass building.
It was a night of learning for the team as they came to realise that they had been so caught up looking for a way out of Greece, that they had neglected their ministry and had not spent nearly enough time in the presence of Jesus. They knew this was the reason their motivation and spirits had gone on a downward spiral. They dedicated time to prayer and reading the Word, learning anew that they could not do this journey without God.
Awaking spiritually and mentally refreshed, they considered hitchhiking once again, but they would soon experience God providing a better way.
Travel on the Metro out of Athens airport was not an option as a ticket from there to anywhere cost €8 and they could not use their Global Passes. So the team decided to take the suburban train line (which didn’t go to Athens) to a nearby town as once out of the airport radius, they would be able to catch the Metro back to Athens for only €1.50. When the team got on this surburban train, they noticed the train indicated that it went to Patras. They got off at a main station and found an information office. It was here that an elderly woman working at info told them they could take the bus to Patras with their Eurail / Interail tickets because the train lines were closed due to maintenance. The team’s initial plan had been to get back to Athens and take the train back to the top of Greece, hitchhike once more to the Bulgarian border and then head back the way they had come through Bulgaria and Romania as they saw no other way out. Once again, however, God was faithful in guiding them, providing a way when there seemed no other way.
In hindsight we see the reason they had to go to Athens airport. What seemed like a wrong decision the night before turned out to be part of the Master’s plan. Like I said earlier in this blog . . . threads! And masterfully woven ones at that.
But, there was no guarantee there would be space available on the ferry once they got to Patras. Again they placed their hope in Jesus and got on the bus heading for the west coast of Greece.
When the team arrived in Patras, they not only found tickets at a reasonable price on the ferry leaving the next evening, they also discovered when one of the team’s supporters sent an SMS, that two rooms had been booked for them that night in a hotel in Patras.
After the valley . . . the mountain peak. God had blessed them with hot showers, soft beds with pillows and crisp white sheets. And the best . . . a hearty breakfast on the dining room balcony the following morning. Patras pamperings straight from the Father’s heart!
The following day, Re-birth had good ministry in Patras, especially with some Muslim refugees from northern Africa.
We’ve only travelled a third of the way on the Re-birth journey and there are so many more amazing stories to share with you, but for now I think I’ve more than used up my allotted word count.
Please visit the Re-birth website www.the-rebirth.com and check out their Europe documentary teaser on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oqq_zR9hl3I&hd=1
If you look carefully, you will see the homeless man in Milan that I referred to in my last blog “Fashion, fashion everywhere ... but not a thread to spare!” How thankful he looks to have a needle and thread to fix his pants.
The full documentary will be released in November 2011.
Additional fun video clips that the team call “Splashes” can be found at:
MARION UECKERMANN’s writing passion was sparked in 2001 when she moved to Ireland with her husband and two sons. Since then Marion has been honing her skills and has published some devotional articles in Winners at Work and The One Year Book of Joy and Laughter (published August 2011), as well as inspirational poetry online and in a poetry journal. She has written her first Christian Women’s novel (unpublished) and is currently working on the sequel as well as a Historical Romance novel. Marion now lives in Pretoria East, South Africa in an empty nest with her husband and a crazy black ‘Scottie’. A member and moderator of the Christian Writers of South Africa, Marion can be contacted via email on marionu(at)telkomsa(dot)net.
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