Review: The Space Between, by Brenna Yovanoff

Daphne is the half-demon, half-fallen angel daughter of Lucifer and Lilith. She lives in Pandemonium, a city of steel and heat, where she coddles little treasures from the human world brought to her by her brother, Obie. Life for her is dull, slow, and unchanging, until one day her brother vanishes. Determined to find him, Daphne travels to Earth, where everything is colder and dirtier, and time flashes by far too quickly.

With the help of Truman, a lost and self destructive boy she believes was the last person to see her brother alive, Daphne begins to unveil clues to her brother’s whereabouts. As the back of the book says, “she also discovers, unexpectedly, what it means to love and be human in a world where human is the hardest thing to be.”

After finishing The Replacement, which is currently one of my top reads for 2013, I immediately had to pick up another Yovanoff book. I didn’t quite enjoy The Space Between as much as I enjoyed The Replacement. The beginning was a bit hard to get into and it was hard to get a sense for Daphne, who seems to emotionless. However, once Daphne finally got herself to earth things picked up and became very interesting.

As Daphne is presented with the reality of Earth, she’s forced to really choose who she wants to be. She can be like her sisters, the Lilim, who feed on humanities desires and despairs, or she can be something else — even if she doesn’t know what that is yet. Yovanoff does a great job of portraying Daphne’s confusion and naivete. She doesn’t know much of anything about Earth other than what she’s seen in TV shows and much of what she knows is terribly outdated. She is both vulnerable and yet strong, because while she doesn’t know how things work, she carries with her a deeper wisdom stemmed from her life growing up in the eternal timelessness of Hell.

Then there’s Truman, who’s pain is so raw, you can practically feel it peeling off the page in shreds. Somehow, these two people manage to work together, build trust, and grow from friendship into something more and it’s kind of beautiful.

I’m also a huge fan of moral ambiguity, and this novel which has a demon as its central character is wrought with it. Not only Daphne is likeable but other demons, too, are multi-dimentional, complex, engaging. Even the ones you might not like so much turn out to have layers, facets and raw edges you didn’t expect to find.

There’s also a touch of the horrifying, a few chills along your spin here, a little blood splatter there — another thing I love to see.

Overall, this turned out to be a great read. I may just have to pick up Yovanoff’s next book Paper Valentine.

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That which hath been accomplished…

In writing: I submitted a couple of poems/flash pieces to Nano Fiction and wrote four new poems for Napowrimo. One of the poems you can read here.

I spent a considerable amount of energy avoiding writing Chapter Three. Once, I even had the laptop out and in front of me with the blank page open, so, I, uh, started fleshing out the outline a bit more. Sometimes I just need to get a hold of the big picture in order to be able to focus on the specifics of a scene. I start to get annoyed if I don’t know what to write and verge off into generalities, rather than get to the heart of the scene. It feels all wrong as I’m writing, and while I know sometimes it’s best to just soldier through, it can be frustrating to put work down on a scene that you know you’re probably going to have to rewrite from scratch later. At any rate, I hope the outlining will help me with getting Chapter Three done this week.

Edited to add: I just saw whipchick’s mapping post on triggers, which notes how the triggering event is what really get the story started. Perfect right now, since I think (part of) the reason why I’ve been stuck on the opening chapters is that I’ve been burying the triggers a bit. Will have to think about moving them forward to get some more action going.

In exercise: It was a very good week. Did a run on Monday (which went very well), did an excellent workout with my trainer on Wednesday, another run on Thursday (which didn’t go as well — in fact, it was a bit rough), and did a four mile hike on Saturday with my sister, niece, and mom (which involved lots of hills and felt great). So, I’d say I accomplished my goal with flying colors.

In other important stuff: State taxes did not get done, which is very, very bad of me. I must accomplish them this week. MUST.

I think the filing thing is kind of a spin off of the taxes thing. It would be fantastico, if I could get more organized in that regard and I keep saying I will and then, um, not. If I even just do some baby steps this week, that would be awesome.

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That which must be accomplished in the coming week:
– Get California taxes done (must happen today)
– Begin Chapter Three of Under the Midday Moon (write a minimum of 1,000 words and hopefully finish)
– Submit something (poetry, fiction, whatever)
– Finish at least a handful of Napowrimo poems
– Walk/Run at least three days at least 2 miles each day (0/3)
– Sort paperwork out by year for filing
– Either purchase new a new filing cabinet(s), and/or buy folders/large envelopes, and/or go through the process of sorting and putting everything in its place

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Another week, another list of thinks to do

In addition to all the joy and productivity of the Writing Gang Retreat attended over the weekend, I also completed a revised version of Chapter One (a few sample sentences of which are here).

No submissions were sent out.

No running last week. However, in terms of exercise I completed two sessions with a trainer, who I will now be working with once a week in conjunction with my running activities. (I’ve convinced myself that I have the money for this.) He’s apparently worked with others to help them run marathons and the like, so it’s a good match and will add some variety to my training. If I can just get some morning yoga in sometimes, I’ll be golden.

If I count the leisurely 2 miles I walked one Saturday with my writing gang (which I totally do :P), then I have completed three days worth of exercise and have roughly met my goal.

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Things to do in the coming week:
– Begin Chapter Three of Under the Midday Moon (write a minimum of 1,000 words)
– Submit something (poetry, fiction, whatever)
– Walk/Run at least three days at least 2 miles each day (1/3)
– Get California taxes done (must happen today)
– Sort paperwork out by year for filing
– Either purchase new a new filing cabinet(s), and/or buy folders/large envelopes, and/or go through the process of sorting and putting everything in its place

A Writing Gang Retreat

At a previous Writing Gang meeting, I said, “You know what I really want to do is create our own writing retreat. Just go away somewhere peaceful for the weekend and write with you guys.” I said in in the way you say things you hope will happen without actually expecting them to happen.

But my Gang, being the awesome individuals they are, said, “Yes! Yes, let’s do it!” And they started planning for the perfect weekend and finding the perfect location, and next thing I knew I was spending a weekend away with my Writing Gang, relaxing and creating words.

We carpooled down to Cambria on Friday afternoon and checked in to the Bluebird Inn, a cozy little place with some beautiful gardens that we explored (in the pic below, you can see my Gang in the lower right photo).

Bluebird Inn Gardens

That night we hunkered down in the hotel room, sipped wine out of plastic cups, and performed our regular critique session on work that we submitted to the group over the previous week. As usual there was a lot of positive feedback all around and good questions asked and great concerns raised.

The next morning we each created our own magnet poetry on the side of the hotel room heater. Then we sat at some tables outside to do our first “workshop” session. My prompt was to look through an art book (several of which I hauled down to Cambria with me) and find an art piece they found inspiring, then write for at least 30 minutes on whatever the art inspired you to write. I wrote a poem and other thoughts in response to “The Immaculate Conception” by Giambattista Tiepolo.

Magnet Poem
Journal Page

After writing and sharing our words, we took a walk along Cambria’s main street to Sandy’s Deli & Bakery, where we noshed down on some fantastic sandwiches (in fact, it was so good, we decided to return the next day for more tasty eats).

Victoria then presented her workshop prompt, which focused on creating unique metaphors. (Apparently, she keeps an ongoing journal of metaphors and similes that she loves — something I find rather awesome.) She presented a series of topic/object notecards, such as hands, eyes, lips/mouth, feelings, etc., all the sorts of things you would need to find a metaphor for. Then she presented another set of notecards with a series of random nouns and words that she had asked us for the night before. These ended up being very random as we had a lot of fun throwing down words from conversations or jokes that cropped up on our trip, which included bluebird, Liquid Love, cheesy, tick, shmurmur (a word our friendly neighborhood poet, Lorenz, invented that means a loud, indiscreet whisper), and prostate, among others. We were then given a random set of each and were asked to use one of the random words

In one of my metaphors was “His anger was as inflamed and raw as his prostate.” The others came up with some fantastic metaphors and in general it was a lot of fun to see the unusual directions that people were able to take them based on our random words.

Our third workshop prompt, from Amelia, was given to us as we walked back toward our hotel. She told us to watch the people around us and to find a person we thought interesting. Then later that evening we were to write a scene or story that imagines their back story.

On our way back, I spotted an old school house that had been converted into an open studio and gallery. I adore repurposed buildings and had to go inside, where I met the wonderful Patricia Griffin. She’s an artist that works with clay and I had a lovely conversation with her about art and writing and the history of the school house. It brightened my day just a little more and her work is gorgeous. She starts by partially firing the clay and then painting it, at which point she scrapes back the paint into designs that resemble old wood cut art.

Also on main street we found the Piedras Blancas Light House Lens, which had been constructed in 1850 in France. When it was retired it was preserved and put on display in Cambria. Really cool piece of history.

Piedras Blancas Light House Lens

We took a break in the afternoon and drove up to Moonstone Beach, where we walked along the boardwalk and poked anemonemones (spelled how we were pronouncing it) in the tide pools and saw lots of squirrels feeding on the seaside plant life, all while the sun was going down.

Moonstone Beach

We wrapped up the night by completing Amelia’s prompt, finishing the critique session from the night before, and drinking lots of wine.

Sunday morning was slow moving, but we managed to fit in a final workshop session. Yvette decided to focus on settings for her prompt, instructing us to select a season and writing scene, describing the setting in as much detail as possible while using all five senses. As an extra challenge, she wanted us to try and incorporate one of the metaphors we created from the day before.

One the whole it was a relaxing and productive weekend. I got about 1,000 fiction words written and several drafts of poems down. More importantly, I feel refreshed from being away from my regular routine and creatively energized. I’m looking forward to getting back into my regular writing and hope we can make our Writing Gang Retreat a yearly event.

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Who's a good little Chapter One? Why you are!

Current Project: Under the Midday Moon
New Words: 1866
Current Total Word Count: 6,737
Goal: Put together an workable draft of the novel that I would actually let someone read.

Accomplished: A new draft of what I think will be Chapter One. At least, it resembles chapter one, though it may not be chapter one later.

Random Rough Sentence(s): I kissed the top of dad’s head before heading through the door and down into the basement. The stairs led down to a landing and then veered right. The basement was fitted out with a little seating area on the right, a bunch of random boxes on the left, and rows of wine racks along the back wall. One of the racks from the center had been removed, rolled out of the way on hidden wheels. Behind it a steel door with inch thick bars stood open, revealing a stone walled cell.

Notes:
So, like I said a new Chapter One is down on the page, which works much better than my old chapter one (the version I was previously agonizing over). I’m resisting the urge to go back and reread any of it, because I know I’ll sit there and cringe and start hating everything I’ve just written, if I do. So, I’m going to move on to upcoming scenes, assuming I can just figure out what they are.

In other news: My foot is still acting up and what’s frustrating is I can’t really tell what’s triggering it. If I go on a walk/run it hurts, or sometimes it feels better. If I stay off it, it feels better, or sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it hurts when I ice it. Sometimes it feels better when I ice it. Sometimes when I wear my regular flats, the foot feels fine. Sometimes when I wear the flats it hurts. Same with my comfy tennis shoes. I can’t seem to fully pinpoint what’s causing the resurgence of pain, so I’m not really sure what action to take to make it all better. At this point, I’m planning to just do what I’m going to do and get on with things, because waiting around for it to heal is driving me crazy.

In other, other news: Susie Subaru has been sold, which is both wonderful and a little sad.

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