<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15595002</id><updated>2011-07-28T10:24:14.053-04:00</updated><category term='writing groove'/><title type='text'>April's Space</title><subtitle type='html'>A space for the lunacy and ramblings of a would-be romance writer. Okay, really it's just an added distraction for me, but it's fun none the less!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15595002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15595002/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717015172454528486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p190/AprilAlsup/girl_reading.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15595002.post-654007772905841727</id><published>2009-06-19T20:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:08:12.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Layering</title><content type='html'>While I was sitting in rush hour traffic, which I thankfully rarely have to sit in, a thought occurred to me about my wip. There has been something not clicking in the development of my hero. Something that seems incomplete. Then it hit me like ice cream on a cold slab of marble, my hero and heroine are not just meeting. They have a past! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain immediately slammed to a halt, stripped a few gears popping into reverse and said, "Nope, no way. That means rethinking everything and we're not going to do that." The other side of my brain, the side routing for the change declared, "Sure we can! Not THAT much is written and adjusting the story to make it BETTER is never a bad idea." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anti-change side is pretty stubborn, but I have a feeling I can get the two to compromise. Which sounds completely bizarre and troublesome because I shouldn't have two sides of my own mind arguing with each other. Who's driving the car while righty and lefty are going at it? Apparently they can each drive with one hand on the wheel because I made it home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that this delimma is not new to me. So I'm curious, how often, once you've done the ground work if you're a plotter or once you've got words on the page if you're a pantser, have you had a major revelation that changes the entire story enough that it's an overhaul? And how often have you ground your teeth about the idea? :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start of StatCounter Code --&gt;
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Not here anyway. But there's an issue my home state has been dealing with. In fact, every state has been dealing with. Which has some very serious consequences that in my very humble opinion have been kept largely out of the public domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, the Homeland Security Administration passed a new regulation requiring states to adopt new policies regarding the issuance of IDs to residents. It's called the RealID, you may have heard of it. They did so without any real debate in congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their premise for these new policies, they say, is to increase the difficulty of obtaining an state ID under false pretenses. Which is something I and I don't believe anyone else has a problem with. In some states it is all too easy to get an driver's license or ID with false information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most states have bent to Homeland Security's demands and agreed to implement the new measures, despite the fact that it will mean millions of dollars of increase expense to the states in order to implement the changes. Which really should be the first red flag for citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say the first, because their are several. What hasn't received much attention in the public domain is WHAT makes the implementation so expensive. Included in the "upgrades" Homeland Security is attempting to require states to implement is the placement of RFID tags in all IDs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those unfamiliar with RFID tags, they are tiny chips which have often been used by manufacturers to reduce loss by tracking products and where they go. An RFID tag, also known as Radio Frequency Identification tags, are a small thing which can be tracked via GPS. Which means if you have one on/in your driver's license as Homeland Security is trying to enforce, you can be tracked anytime as long as you have your ID on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the big deal, I don't do anything wrong or go anywhere I shouldn't?" here's the big deal... Even the most secure, safe-guarded systems get hacked. The Pentagon, the CIA, the FBI... It happens. Which means some of the most unscrupulous people in the world would have access to your every single move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, when asked by opponents what measures Homeland Security plans to take in order to ensure there are no abuses of American Privacy, their only response is to basically say, "We have it handled." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud say that our state governor has refused to comply with the demands of Homeland Security. And furthermore, our governor issued a letter to the head of Homeland Security making it clear he felt certain aspects of RealID were a clear violation of the privacy and security of Americans. In addition, RealIDs make it much easier for nefarious people to get your information and steal your identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ACLU has been fighting the good fight against RealID, but it still shocks me to discover so few people realize just what implementing RealID would mean to each of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no expert in this area. &lt;a href="http://www.realnightmare.org"&gt;RealNightmare.org&lt;/a&gt; is a website with more information on the subject. The &lt;a href="http://www.aclu.org/search/search_wrap.html?account=436ac9516921&amp;q=Real+ID"&gt;ACLU&lt;/a&gt; has several articles on the subject as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a handful of states have still not bent to the will of the all-powerful Dept. of Homeland Security. Whether your state has or has not bent, I encourage you to explore the issue, pass along the awareness, and consider speaking out to those who are in a position to stop this from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;(who promises not to turn this into a political blog) :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start of StatCounter Code --&gt;
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It was the biggest fright and exhilaration all wrapped into one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave home around 8AM and my "driving experience" started at 11AM. When we got there it was neat because we drove through the tunnel out onto the asphalt in the center of the track. It's quite an overwhelming place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we watched a short video, then they broke us into groups and sent us out with instructors. My group toured the track first. I got to sit shot-gun in the van and they take us out and drove us around stopping where they need to point out certain things. Which can be disturbing when you're in a loaded van on a track tilted to 24%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have markers for your driving line painted on the track. If you stay between them you get the most bang for the buck. Then they have cones for where you take your foot off the gas going into a turn and for where you speed back up. After pointing everything out they take the van around the track at about 85mph. Which may not have been so scary if my instructor hadn't been talking over his shoulder to everyone and turning around looking back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for in car instruction. This is where they tell you everything to do if something goes wrong. There's a million and one releases, a fire extinguisher pointed at you, and a low oil pressure gage I'm sad to say I never even looked at during my drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on it's waiting for your turn. I was almost at the end of the list which permitted my nerves to settle a little. Well, until they called my name at least. Then they suited me up with a helmet (they put you in a driving suit first thing) and a neck brace... The ones they came out with after Dale Earnhardt's accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AvI_fDi0MAc/Rv8YaV9novI/AAAAAAAAALA/Wa0iegbkmNU/s1600-h/LMSW.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AvI_fDi0MAc/Rv8YaV9novI/AAAAAAAAALA/Wa0iegbkmNU/s320/LMSW.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115834542567432946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't practice getting in to the car. No doors, you know. So I'm standing there fearing my big fat butt won't fit through the window, despite all assurances that it will. Surprise surprise, it wasn't my butt that got stuck, it was my head. With the neck brace on you can't turn your head to the side and I needed to. They just pushed on it and popped me in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scooting all the way back in the seat I look up to discover this window is nothing like the one on my car. It's plexi-glass so it's sort of warpy and it was dirty. Meanwhile I'm being strapped in with 5 seat belts, a steering wheel is being put on and my pulse has increased from it's usual 75 bpm to around 250. That's what it felt like at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified my sweaty palms would cause the wheel to slip, I convulsively wiped them on my jump suit jerking them back to the 10 and 4 position on the wheel (easier for turning) and watch for my signal. There was no one else in the car, but an instructor drove a car in front of me. I was supposed to follow at a 3-5 car distance, but he really wanted to go really fast so that was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little trouble with 4th gear, I set out around the track. The drive was over before I knew it. I took one turn a little faster than I meant to, and I kept getting the flag to get closer to my instructor, but I was plenty happy with my top speed of 124. It's not the 140 another student did, but he'd done it before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got out I was shaking. A lot. And there was this mix of excitement and appreciation that it was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a camera in the car that records you. We gave in and ordered the dvd... It should be interesting. I think I swore twice... When I couldn't get it into 4th and when I took that turn to fast. But there shouldn't be any sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ARE pictures and I promise to post some as soon as my hubby gives them to me. I knew I should have taken MY camera ;o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby turned down my offer to drive home... Which meant I got a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the experience of a life time. I'm not sure if I'll ever do it again. One minute I think, "oh yeah..." Then the next I think, "Mmmm, maybe not." LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say if you ever get the chance, take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start of StatCounter Code --&gt;
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And even then, I played most neighborhood sports in my plastic high heels. But the one thing I have yet managed to release from my childhood is college football. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live south of the good ole M-D line and here, college football rules the fall. And this weekend marks the beginning of the fanatical season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have season tickets. Back when the football season actually felt like football weather because we had to take sweaters to games. But anymore it's sweltering. Which made letting our season tickets go not so bad. My dear hubby gets press passes and watches the game from the sidelines... A little too close to the action for my blood. And he's willing to give up those passes a couple of games each season so I can go and we can sit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's more to games here than three and a half hours of watching guys butt heads. College football is a culture. The week before a game, people with RVs more expensive than our house begin arriving at specially designated parking areas. They set up their 56 inch satellite TVs which show pregame shows from the side of the RV while crowds of tailgaters gather near and their TEC Bar-B-Ques in preparation for gameday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a game begins at 7PM, tailgating will start as early as 9 or 10AM. But the average fan starts just after noon. Yes, that's almost 7 hours before the game even starts. And we're talking HUGE spreads. You'd think people were storing up food for a famine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the cost of tailgating spots. Some parking spaces sell for as much as $20,000 a season. And then there are condos and special tailgating units selling anywhere from $250,000-$500,000. You at least get ownership of the units, but that's still pretty expensive for a couple of hours enjoyment each weekend. But hey, who am I to complain about the way other people spend their money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all occurred to me because during the pregame radio show this past weekend a lady called in to the show. She'd recently moved here from California and she was complaining. She said that when August rolled around everyone here acted as though nothing else existed other than college football. The hosts played with her for a bit, but it made me realize it isn't like this everywhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College football does rule here. Team spirit is a very lively thing. But it's more than that. It's a cultural event, a social gathering. Our first two seasons with season tickets we sat next to the same couples every game. You eventually come to know the people you sit or park next to. You come to know their families, and before long, you're connecting all of the people you both know and you realize this really isn't that big of a place after all. And for a couple of hours, everyone comes together to cheer on their team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy that camaraderie generates is unequalled anywhere else I've been. And so each year I look forward to the count down to gameday and I enjoy the electricity which enters the air as it comes near. It also helps that I spend the Saturday's my hubby is away watching the game muted on TV and writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about where you live? Does college football rule? NFL? NHL? NBA? college basketball? Anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start of StatCounter Code --&gt;
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One hell of a DEA agent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our speaker this past weekend was terrific. We all promised to share as little of the details as possible so he isn't brought before a committee. So here's Ten things I learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No boat, sorry Sarah. But he said when he was assigned to Miami, it was actually very Miami Vice like. Large expensive boats, designer clothes and lots of drugs and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. His biggest irritation with media representation is procedure issues. He said most everything you see or read has tons of procedural no-no's which may have occurred 10-20 years ago but would NOT occur now-a-days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It was very easy to tell that he loved the thrill of the job. This is a man who lives for life on the edge. He'd talk about things he'd done, situations he'd been in which were to say the least unbelievable and then, as we're all gasping in horror, he'd say, "It was GREAT!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He said what he didn't like most of the time was bureaucracy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I didn't get the chance to ask him what goes through his mind right before he busts in to a room, but I get the impression that, "Let's Rock and Roll!" Wouldn't be too far off. I thought it'd be, "Oh s*%&amp;" But after hearing him talk, there was apparently only one "Oh S#$%" moment and he didn't think that until AFTER he was already in deep doo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Another interesting thing we learned. Scarface... not so off the mark. That was sort of scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He says the biggest problem for DEA agents is that they deal with a lot of drugs and a LOT of money and they see the lifestyle that money brings, day in and day out. They even pretend to be living it then go home to their modest little house. But often, the lure of the money is too much and they become corrupt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thailand I can't talk about much... because I don't think I'm supposed to. And you don't know how difficult that is for me, because it's the most exciting stuff! Maybe I'll put it in a book, slap the word "fiction" on there and no one will know any better :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AvI_fDi0MAc/Rq67yac1swI/AAAAAAAAAJA/N4vPctdbsGE/s1600-h/deaagent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AvI_fDi0MAc/Rq67yac1swI/AAAAAAAAAJA/N4vPctdbsGE/s320/deaagent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093214703370744578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He's not single. He got divorced in the middle of his Thailand assignment and eventually had to have his family flown home on an emergency flight when a general didn't take too kindly to the way he was wiping out his heroine business. 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And I don't just mean pictures of heroes ;o) But pictures of where they live and the cars they drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably never get so detailed as to really need the pictures, but they help me just the same. And I wanted to share with you all some sources for these items if you haven't discovered them for yourself yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realtor.com will allow you to search the MLS of any area in the US and they are actually affiliated with the National Association of Realtors and the MLS services, so it's a complete listing. As far as I know. What's great about it is, as opposed to many websites for individual realtors, you don't have to enter any private info to search the database and look at info on a property. Then you can save the pics and info to a file on your hard drive and you have a REAL house in a real area and you know the price range and all! Note: the MLS changes when a home goes under contract or sells, so be sure to save the info. If you bookmark it, it may not be there when you go back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For cars, one of the simple pleasures I derive out of research is building cars. Not physically, but virtually. Go to any major manufacturer and they have an area on their website where you can look at specs for a car model, pics, and even build your own custom car. And they'll even tell you the price. No point in settling your struggling-to-make-a-living heroine or hero with an $80,000 Audi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I just enjoy building it. Until this year, I would go and build a Ford GT each time just for the fun of it. I love this car. Sadly, they aren't building them right now. :o( Not that they built that many when they were building them. At a starting price of $150,000, only a little over 4000 were produced in the two year production run which began in 2004. 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Especially one I couldn't ever own, or wouldn't know what to do with if I did own. But I still love the thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure when this post turned into a diatribe about GTs... What was I blogging about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, resources... While you can't build GTs online, you can build tons of other cars, and save the pics to your hard drive. If you find you need the info. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it helps me make sure I don't give a character a Honda in one scene and a Pathfinder in the next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Do you look up housing or cars for your characters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start of StatCounter Code --&gt;
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You'd take some object from home, or maybe a picture to school and then you'd show it to the class and then you'd tell them about it and why it was special enough to you to be brought to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember taking my "Little Pillow" once. It's this pillow measuring maybe 11X11 made out of the silky blue fabric of my mother's maternity night gown, with practically no stuffing in it. So it's sort of a pillow/blanket/cloth scrap. I enjoyed a very friendly kindergarten class and we were all pretty close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I took it to school I had my mother place it in a sealed plastic jumbo bag before placing it safely into my backpack. Then I guarded it all day until it was time to take out show and tell. Even then, I kept it in the bag until the very last moment. Relunctantly, I withdrew it from the bag. When I held it up, a look of fascination came across the faces of most of my classmates... Some were nose pickers and couldn't get fascinated with anything further than three inches from their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook a little. It's difficult to expose a weakness for an object to other people. But I held the pillow close and rubbed it between my fingers as I explained to the class what it was and how I had come about getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on during the day when I was at the building block station a little boy got irritated with me because I wouldn't hang my backpack on the rack and he felt it was in his way. Boys. He was one of the nose pickers. When he went to reach for it, a friend of mine pushed him. An inevitable argument broke out with my friend yelling at him that I had something special in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the recent article in the RWR about showing, not telling. And for some odd reason it brought this memory to mind. After thinking about it for a while, I realize the words I said about the pillow that day were pretty remote. It's fabric and my mom sewed it for me. What kid doesn't have something their mom made for them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason my friend reacted so strongly was because she had SEEN what the object was to me. My inability to let it go for fear it would disappear (obviously there were other issues at play which wouldn't come to light until much later), the way I had subconsciously used it for comfort when I started my showing and telling. All of these non-verbal cues told my classmates a lot more than what I said. Maybe that's why booger boy made the mistake he made. He hadn't been paying attention to anything other than what I said well and the obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my writing I find I often do a LOT of telling in the first draft. It's just faster. I can say. "She was nervous." in 3 words. But showing can sometimes take a bit more thought and writing. So this go round my word goal is shorter than my ultimate goal so I have plenty of room to erase all of those 3 word telling sentences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... Booger boy got sent to the corner for touching something that wasn't his. And thankfully my friend didn't get in trouble. I still have "Little Pillow" actually, it's "Little Pillow II". The first one got ragged from my rubbing it and sleeping with it. The second one had been made at the same time but had too much stuffing for my small hands. So my mom just took stuffing out of it. But it's tucked in a drawer where it's safe and sound. My hubby thinks it's an abomination. But he's too sweet to suggest I get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Any trouble showing or telling? Or have you found a way it relates to everyday life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Start of StatCounter Code --&gt;
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