Archive for the ‘General Musings’ Category

Leaving the old year behind

Wednesday, December 29th, 2010

We here at rachelledelaney.com are feeling pensive today, looking back on 2010 with a mixture of fondness and relief that we never have to live it again. Don’t get us wrong, it was a great year, all told — the year of the Vancouver Olympics, the third Hunger Games novel, and a grand trip to Ireland. The year of the vuvuzuela, the jegging, the macaron, and the iPad.

Of course, it was also a year of floods, earthquakes, cholera, oil spills, and the bonehead Canadian senate killing the climate change accountability act.

But on the bright side, it was the year of The Lost Souls of Island X, which just happens to be the perfect gift for that middle-grade reader you forgot was on your list, who gazed up at you with those big, glassy eyes on Christmas Day, wondering why you didn’t buy her a present. Shame on you. Better buy it now.

Anyway, we here at rachelledelaney.com are ready to leave 2010 behind and look forward to 2011. We expect it will bring great changes, infinite wisdom, and exciting journeys. We will keep you posted on this.

So we wish you all the happiest of new years, full of light and love and whatever makes you smile. (In our case, this involves making snow angels on a THREE METRE SNOWBASE! WOOT!)

Happy New Year, all!

Our favourite things

Monday, December 6th, 2010

We here at rachelledelaney.com are feeling generous these days. Perhaps it’s the festive tree winking at us from the middle of Lost Lagoon. Or perhaps it’s because we’re smug about getting all our Christmas shopping done IN THE FIRST WEEK OF DECEMBER.

Whatever the reason, we were inspired to sit down and think of generous gifts we could give you, our loyal readers. Mostly what inspired us was the latest episode of Oprah’s Favourite Things, in which she gave away dozens of gifts, from iPads to undies to chicken pies, and in doing so caused at least five audience members to go into cardiac arrest, and eight more to permanently lose their voices from screaming “Chicken Piiiiieeeeee!”.

That didn’t really happen. But it could have. Just watch this awesome Onion video for a sense of what Team Oprah might well be capable of.

No, seriously. Watch it. I’ll wait.

Done? Good. Funny, no? Anyway, we here at rachelledelaney.com sat down to think of gifts we could give you. And then we remembered (well, actually, the intern reminded us) that we have no money! Yes! We here at rachelledelaney.com are broke as a joke.  Ha ha!

So. While rubbing sticks together to light a fire (for we can afford neither heat nor matches), we decided to compile an Oprah-inspired list of our favourite things, which we would give you if we had the money. And hey, maybe someday in the future we just might.

So here they are. Please refrain from screaming as you might lose your voice or at least frighten your neighbours.

  • MEC booties! (Wear them in the campsite. Wear them after work. Wear them when you can’t afford to heat your apartment! Your feet will love you.)
  • MSR snowshoes! (They may not be the prettiest snowshoes, but they’re hands down the best for grip and stability. While all your friends are wiping out, you can look down on them and scoff.)
  • Cocomira chocolate! (Chocolate and toffee and nuts. Need I say more.)
  • Paul Colangelo prints! (A gorgeous addition to any wall. And bonus: if you purchase a PC print, you’ll be contributing to the “help Rachelle and Paul afford groceries” cause. A worthy one, we can assure you.)
  • And finally, the grand prize, an SPCA puppy!! Okay, now you can totally scream. I’m screaming. Are you? Good. This is Pepsi, and she’s waiting at the Squamish shelter for YOU (if you’re a responsible and experienced dog owner with time to take her for walks and play fetch and take at least one obedience course).

Cue confetti! Cue cheesy music! Happy holidays, readers!

On writing in coffeeshops

Friday, November 26th, 2010

Like many writers, I spend a lot of time working in coffeeshops. And lately, I’ve found that I’ve become almost obsessive about choosing a cafe. There are so many factors to consider – good coffee, good music, the right lighting, comfy (but not too comfy) chairs, wifi so I can check Twitter as I work etc. I admit, I spend far too much time weighing the options when I really should be working.

The thing is, I hate becoming a “regular”. I hate stepping into a place and having the person on cash ring in my Americano-for-here before I’ve even ordered it. I’m not sure why I hate this – maybe because I worry the baristas are judging me, adjusting their whip cream-spattered smocks and thinking, “Why doesn’t that girl get a real job?” As a result, I try not to visit the same cafe twice in one week.

Weird. I know.

But here’s something I’ve noticed about other cafe patrons, which I think is doubly weird. And it happens all the time. I’ll be hunched over my laptop, putting the finishing touches on a chapter or a Twitter post, and someone will sit down nearby and ask me what I’m writing.

Now, I personally would not do this. If someone was working, all concentrated-like, I would not interrupt them unless, say, their laptop cord had caught fire. But many people seem to think this is okay, asking not only, “What are you writing?” and “Is that what you do for a living?” but then going on, INEVITABLY, to tell me about this REALLY GREAT IDEA they have for a novel, and how I just HAVE to write it.

For instance. Once, in a Starbucks in Edmonton, I had a young man tell me the plot for what he believed was the greatest novel idea of all time. It went something like: “So there’s this guy. And he’s out hiking. And he falls into a hole. And he keeps falling… and falling… and falling… And he falls for, like, years…”

One excellent way to cut down on these awkward encounters is to work in a place where EVERYONE is working, like a cafe on a university campus. In a place like this, the person with the novel idea has many more people hunched over their laptops to choose from.

On that note, here’s a list of my top picks for Vancouver coffeeshops to write in. Happy Friday!

  • The Wicked Cafe, 7th and Hemlock. Excellent Intelligensia coffee, wifi, and good tunes. Sometimes I even go here twice a week.
  • The Buzz Cafe, Smithe and Hamilton. 49th Parallel coffee and wifi, tucked into a lovely little brick art gallery.
  • Oz Coffee, Broadway and Trutch. Some friendly Aussies run this one. Wifi, excellent tunes, and a cozy fireplace.
  • Michi, Robson at Jervis. Skilled baristas, 49th Parallel coffee, and wifi. And waffles.

On sucking. And being okay with that.

Sunday, November 7th, 2010

Writers, generally, have a lot to say. I know we sometimes come across as soft-spoken introverts, but I’d have to say that most writers I know are of the extroverted, opinionated variety (and I mean that in the very best possible way). We’ve got a lot of stories to tell. And if you follow us on Twitter or Facebook, you’ll find us telling them. All. Day. Long.

Truly, it can be hard to shut us up.

But then, there are times when a writer just can’t come up with much to say. And yet, if that writer has a blog, she has to say something. Thankfully, in times like these, she can defer to writers who are still going strong.

Today I’m going to send you to a wonderful children’s author’s website for words of wisdom. Tanya Kyi is a great friend of mine, and I was lucky enough to catch her lecture on writing for children at Capilano University a few weeks ago. She gave her listeners tons of inspiring take-home messages, among them this one, on “Embracing Your Inner Suckiness”.

Enjoy.

On book reviews

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

I’ve recently decided to start reviewing books again. This was kind of a spur-of-the moment decision. I got an email asking if I’d be interested, and shot back a “Why not?” before I remembered, “Oh yeah, I promised myself I’d never do that again.”

I started reviewing books for a fairly well-read newspaper as soon as I graduated with an undergrad degree in creative writing. The letters “B.A.”, I reasoned, made me perfectly capable of composing 500-word articles deeming a work worthy to be read or not. And so, for a few years, I composed a slew of what I thought were clever and thoughtful little critiques.

These days, when I get up the nerve to open my drawer full of old publications, I cringe at the sight of them.

Okay, they’re not all bad. Some are all right. But they’re certainly written by someone who has just spent four years in creative writing workshops, learning to ferret out everything that’s WRONG with a piece and line up these faults for all to see, like shamed prisoners en route to the guillotine.

Once I started to see what I was doing in my reviews, I gave up writing them. And I started to think hard about reviewing. What are reviews for? What makes a good reviewer? A poor one? I kept mulling this over as I published my first novel and watched the reviews crop up. A good one sent me flying (usually for celebratory chocolate). A scathing one left me inconsolable.

The thing is, we need book reviews. Especially now, when most newspapers have had their Books sections seriously trimmed or eliminated altogether. We need thoughtful reviewers to tell us where a book fits and who would enjoy it or not, and to give it context in the world. I don’t believe in praising books that don’t deserve it, but nor do I believe in slagging a book. I side with the editors who advise reviewers that if they can’t say anything nice, not to say anything at all. No reviews are almost as bad as negative ones, except it doesn’t tarnish a writer’s reputation.

And I think this is especially important now, when there are so few book reviews published — or at least, book reviews that get read by large numbers of readers. If an author gets slagged in one of, say, three reviews he gets, it could potentially take a toll on his career.

Maybe I’ve just gotten soft. But I’m okay with that. Now as I dip my toes back into the book reviewing waters, I’m feeling much more prepared for my role. Excited, even.

And you? Any thoughts on book reviews? I’d love to hear them.