Zombies can help me figure out when I write passive or not. Who really knew this? I sure as heck did not. I love zombies. I watch the films of old to current while reading books on them. Granted the movies of this time frame make zombies more smarter than their counter parts of the past.
I do not always know when my writings are passive. That is one of the reasons I adore my editor and my writer groups that I am a part off. For they know, unlike me, when I am doing it wrong. If I paid better attention or made a conscious effort to learn I might be able to do it. But again as I mentioned a few times before I am more interested in writing and leave it at that. But I came across this gem on FB. At first it made me laugh simply because I love zombies
Can it be as easy as this? I did put it into a few of my sentences, got a good giggle out of it and did find some that made sense versus those that did not. Though I would have to go through my entire WIP to know for sure on how often I did this. But I thought it was a cute little tip to pass on to others.
All you have to do is insert zombies in your sentences.
“She was killed [by zombies.]” <—- Makes sense? Yes. It’s passive voice.
“Zombies killed [by zombies] her.” <—- Makes sense? No. It’s active voice.
Hopefully this will help someone .
P.S. I actually own this book
Have you ever picked up a MS that has been laying dormant and fall in love with it all over again? I use to think when I did that perhaps I was being conceited. That was until I wrote this on my author page on FB and learned that was not the case. In fact one person wrote, “If you don’t love your work who will?”
And that solidified it. Working on Vol 2 of my Jasper, Amazon Parrot series I realized it would be a good idea to reread the first one so I could bridge the two together. Sitting down on the couch I got my Pepsi and started to read. It had been a while since I had done this and I fell in love all over again. I laughed at the same spots, I smirked at the reactions of some of the characters and just truly enjoyed the read. There has been an occasion where a friend had read this MS out loud to me so I could catch anything that would need to be fixed. Instead I ended up laughing and then out of the blue it hit me. I wrote this, me.
I truly love this book. I have lived and breathed this MS for a few years now. I think as authors we need to fall in love all over again with our works. Not just a few times but down the road pick it up and enjoy the words you wrote. Enjoy the adventure that falls off the page. If you don’t, like that comment suggested, who else will? We have to enjoy what we do and trust me it will show on the pages whether the words are works of love or just a task that was done.
Case in point is another MS that I will be submitting soon, “Squirrel Mafia”which is a true story of the war between the squirrels in my back yard versus me. It makes me giggle and I hope it will make others laugh out loud for that was the point of the book. This is my first attempt at true humor. But most important it was a labor of time, effort and love over a topic that was just so much fun to write about.
I truly hope my fellow writers and bloggers that when you put words down that you are having a good time, enjoying what you are doing and absolutely having fun. It makes all the difference in the world. And if you can do that the words will shine through to others.
As I expressed my mood online to fellow writers, a mountainous of advice and tips came across as authors tried to help me out with suggestions that might work or had worked for them. Along came with sympathy and understanding that only writers can understand and heart-felt sorrow at what had happened to me. To be honest who else would truly understand what I was feeling now? They listened to me rant and rave as I vented about what was happening to me. For that I am thankful. I was not alone even if it meant my book was gone and I would have to reconstruct it.
I told myself that I would put it to the side and give myself a chance to breathe. I would come back to this book later in the year. The thought of trying to do it now well I did not have it in me. That evening I had a meeting with some fellow writers one that I almost canceled for my mood would have been foul.
Prior to going I decided to check out the current file and see what portion I had still. It contained 41 pages which was half my book. It was not completely gone. Opening up the file I did a word count to see how far off from 20K I was. The counter gave me the same number I had from that early morning. Something has to be wrong right? I checked again and sure enough it gave me the same number.
What the hell? OK don’t get to excited Sharon don’t hope to much I told myself. This could be another trick from the evil machine. So page by page I went down reading it in its entirety. My book was in tact. The computer had compressed my book eliminating the double spaces that I had included. I did not ask the machine to do this. I had saved it and moved on to working with my external hard drives the rest of the day. Why did it do so? I don’t know and neither does my husband. This man is the Bill Nye of the computer world. Trust me on this. But my book was here but it had been shrunk. When I had opened this files I did not give them much thought for I had 82 pages that very morning. I had no reason to believe this was my book. Why would I?
Needless to say my heart is singing a song of joy and praise being very grateful for finding my novel. I don’t understand what happened but I don’t care. Well I don’t care for now. Hubby will be checking out my computer to get it in a better state of affairs so my mental state does not tank to this degree. It was not a virus, I do not use Windows. So we know that much and that is about all we do know.
So today I sit and write about my computer’s plot to take over my world. It won temporarily. But there is something to be said for being obsessive with our writings and saving it in as many places as we can. If I had not done that who knows what might have occurred.
I have added many words since that day as I press forward. The great scare of Jan 2013 is behind me.